GYOB - Stepdad Style - Submission - Part 7

When last we saw them, Clay was about to head to the office in a suit with no insurance seams on the pants, not to mention a slutty pair of briefs that barely contained him, whilst Karl was struggling with some seriously hot thoughts about Jared. How does their Monday pan out? Read on to find out!

Karl

My morning at work was distracted to say the least. After seeing Jared grab that pair of white mesh briefs to wear for the day, I’d been unable to think about anything else. I was desperately trying to concentrate on work, but my mind kept drifting back to Jared, wondering if those briefs were stretching a little too much on his thick ass.

Why the fuck was my brain doing this to me?

Jared was one of my best mates and I’d never given him more than a passing glance. Sure, I could appreciate that he was a hot guy, but it was never anything more than that. I’d never viewed him in a sexual way that was for sure.

I shifted in my office chair, and it was at that moment that I realised that I was hard again. It felt like I’d been hard pretty consistently ever since that damn obstacle course.

My suit pants were tenting and when I shuffled in my seat a little more, I could feel that my dick had pushed its way out of the side of my lime green bikini briefs.

I really needed to get to the restroom and tuck myself back in, but there was no way I was leaving my desk when my dick was that hard, so sitting as close to my desk as possible, I opened a new file and tried to focus on work so that my dick would calm down.

Clay

The morning was slow but uneventful. I fully expected the suit pants to be shredding open along every seam within minutes of setting foot in the office, but so far . . . nothing. I’d visited the restroom a couple of times and sent Lewis more photos, but aside from him saying how sexy my ass looked, nothing had happened.

Part of me was disappointed. As much as I was starting to enjoy the interactions with Lewis, I couldn’t deny that I was missing the exposure, whether it was planned or accidental. I’d fully expected the pants to rip as soon as I’d sat down, and my dick had been semi-hard just waiting for that sweet sound, not to mention that feeling of the material tightening and then loosening instantly.

But so far, everything was holding together just fine.

I ate lunch at my desk whilst I worked and then realised that it was nearly 2pm and that I needed to send Lewis another update. Getting up, I headed out of my office and crossed the floor to the small kitchenette where I dropped off my mug before heading to the restroom.

The restroom was mercifully empty, and it was at that moment that I decided I needed some sort of rush. So far, I’d just sent Lewis photos of me in the suit, but what If I dropped trou and sent a pic of me in the briefs?

My dick twitched inside them, instantly like that idea, and before I could talk myself out of it, I placed my phone on the counter, undid the button and fly on the trousers and tugged them down to my knees.

Conscious that someone could walk in at any moment and see me in the tiny pair of black silk briefs that left nothing to the imagination, I grabbed my phone and snapped a few shots in the mirror. Without second guessing what I’d just done, I immediately sent the photos to Lewis, dropped my phone back on the counter and bent over to grab my pants.

It was as I bent over that I heard that deliciously dangerous sound – RRRRIIIPPPPPPPPP!

The question was, what the hell had I ripped?

I let go of the pants and stood upright, my hands flying to my ass. The briefs seemed to still be intact, until I reached the rear seam that stretched tightly between my cheeks. My juicy ass had stretched the concertina seam to its limits, so much so that the seam had ripped by about three inches and when I turned and looked over my shoulder, I realised that if I bent over, my hole would be perfectly framed. That was a photo that I definitely would not be taking or sending to Lewis.

I pulled the suit pants back up and did them up, ignoring the fact that my dick was now throbbing against the constricting confines of the briefs, and headed back to my desk, conflicted by how horny I felt at the simple act of the briefs ripping a little.

Karl

By the time the afternoon came around, I’d managed to convince myself that I just needed to jerk off when I got home from work. I hadn’t jerked off for a couple of days, so I was probably just really horny. It had nothing to do with getting exposed on the obstacle course and had absolutely nothing to do with Jared wearing my undies. I was just horny. As soon as I got home and blew my load, I’d be absolutely fine.

At least, I was praying that was the case.

Yes, my thoughts still kept straying to Jared being at work in my white mesh bikini briefs, and I may have even thought about him being hard and horny in them knowing they were mine, but I desperately tried to keep those thoughts at bay.

They weren’t thoughts of any real substance, I was just crazy horny and as soon as I jerked off, everything would be back to normal.

Roll on home time!

Clay

When I got back to my desk, I had a reply from Lewis:

Holy fuck, Clay! I didn’t expect to get treated to photos like those. Someone must be horny. Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find a way to take care of that later.

My pulse raced at the idea of what Lewis might have planned. I knew I should be dissuading him from the crush he had on me, and I absolutely shouldn’t be engaging in any form of flirtation or sexual play with him, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

I just replied with a winking face emoji and got back to work.

Around 4pm, I headed over to the printer to retrieve a load of printouts for a workshop I was running the following day. Normally, I’d have asked one of the assistants to do them for me, but I needed the distraction.

By that time of the afternoon, I’d hung my jacket over the back of my chair and rolled the sleeves of the shirt up to my elbows. Unsurprisingly when I reached the printer, it was out of paper. I was just about to bend down and grab a ream to refill it when one of the account managers that worked for me came into the print room.

“Hey Clay, what’re you up to? Don’t usually see you in here.”

“Sometimes, even I have to do printing,” I said with a chuckle. “How’s things Adam?”

“Pretty good, boss. Just prepping for that pitch next week. I think we’ve got it in the bag.”

I turned to face Adam, the ream of paper now in my hands. “Don’t get too cocky, bud. You know how these things can change like the wind.”

Adam shrugged. “I know, but nothing like a positive attitude.”

“Very true,” I agreed, before bending over to pull open the paper tray.

And that was when the suit pants finally decided to rip . . . right in front of one of team.

RRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP!

I knew instantly that the rear seam had torn wide open, and based on the gasp from Adam, he was getting a view of more than just my slutty briefs, he was getting an eye full of my . . . everything, thanks to the rip in the briefs.

Bolting upright, I turned my ass away from Adam and my hands immediately flew to inspect the damage. The rip hadn’t completely destroyed the rear seam, but it started a couple of inches down from the top and ran for a good five to six inches, aligning perfectly with the hole in my briefs. Typical.

“Uh, that was unfortunate,” I said, praying that Adam wouldn’t notice the bulge in the front of my suit pants. “Maybe we could keep this embarrassment between us?”

Adam just nodded, his eyes a little glazed. “Uh, sure, Clay. I’ll uh leave you to it.”

Before I could say anything else, Adam bolted from the printer room like a spooked deer in a meadow.

Fuck! I prayed he didn’t tell anyone what he’d seen!

Being as careful as I could, I managed to get paper into the printer and stood nervously waiting as my many pages printed off. I could only hope that no one would spot me walking back to my office. I really didn’t need anyone else seeing that I was wearing some slutty silk briefs. Hell, Adam probably thought I was wearing my wife’s panties or something.

I managed to get back to my desk, holding my printouts over my butt just in case anyone saw me, and then dropped into my chair with a sigh of relief.

But as soon as I let myself drop, I gasped at the third ripping sound of the day, The outer seam on my right thigh tore open a few inches, flashing my muscled hairy thigh.

And my dick couldn’t have been happier.

Fuck!

Karl

By 4pm, I’d reached my limit with work, so I grabbed my laptop and headed home for the day. If I got back that early, Jared and Lewis would still be at work themselves, and I’d have the place to myself, which would give me the perfect chance to jerk off and get past all the weird thoughts and feelings.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I dumped my bag and toed off my shoes before heading straight up the stairs. I was about to head into my room when I noticed Jared’s door was open. I paused and approached it, not really knowing what I was doing or why, but then I saw them . . .

A pair of royal blue bikini briefs on his floor.

A pair of my royal blue bikini briefs.

I made my way into his room without even thinking about what I was doing, and before I knew it, I’d bent down, and the briefs were in my hand. I inspected them and gasped when I realised there were cum stains on the inside of the pouch.

Fuck!

Jared had cum inside my bikini briefs.

My dick was fully hard inside my briefs and without giving it a second thought, I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and lowered the fly on my pants, letting them drop to my knees. My briefs were damp at the front with precum, which wasn’t a massive surprise given how horny I’d been all day, but the surprise was that I was holding a pair of my briefs that Jared had cum in, and my dick was throbbing like it was on the verge of exploding.

Maybe I could just give in to what I wanted, just for a moment. Maybe if I just let myself enjoy what was turning me on so much, I’d tick it off the list and then I wouldn’t need to think about it anymore.

With one hand still holding the used briefs, I used my other hand to free my cock from my lime green bikini briefs and grabbed a hold of my cock.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I whispered.

But the feel of my cock in my hand was way more appealing than the right versus wrong battle in my head. I started to jerk off, right there in Jared’s room, my dick slick with precum, his cum stained on the briefs I held in my other hand.

The cum stained briefs.

Tentatively I lifted them to my face and took a deep breath. The scent was masculine and musky and that sweet, delicious smell of a heavy load.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned before pulling the briefs against my face, the pouch covering my nose and mouth as I inhaled deeply, using Jared’s cum stained undies like a gas mask.

The combination of the scent, the feel of my hand on my dick, and the fact that I hadn’t cum in days, had me on the brink of an orgasm in mere seconds.

Images filled my mind, of Jared wearing the blue bikini briefs, of Jared in my white mesh briefs, and then, of Jared jerking off in the blue briefs, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, his cock thick, hard and ready to blow.

“Ah, fuck,” I yelled as my cock erupted, ropes of cum flying from the tip, coating my hand and splattering my thighs. I kept fucking my hand until my dick was too sensitive to touch.

And that’s when I realised what I’d done . . . my cum was splattered all over the carpet of Jared’s bedroom, along with one of his t-shirts that was also on the floor.

“Oh no,” I gasped, dropping the briefs and taking a step back, wondering how in the hell I could get my cum cleaned up off of the carpet without Jared noticing.

Clay

We have a problem. I just ripped my pants open in front of one of my team, and now they’ve ripped on my thigh too. I don’t think I’ll make it out of the office before these explode.

I hit send on the message to Lewis and patiently waited for a reply, willing my cock to soften. The pressure against the inside of the briefs was driving me insane. My dick was continually brushing against the silk, but the pouch was so snug that I couldn’t grow to my full length.

I’ll pick you up outside your building at 16:45. That way you can leave before the rush. Make sure you don’t cum. You’re not allowed to do that yet!

I reread the message a couple of times. Lewis would pick me up in just over half an hour. I just had to survive half an hour without ripping my pants anymore or cumming.

I could do that . . . right?

Will Clay survive until Lewis arrives? And if he does, what does Lewis have in store for him? And will Karl be able to cover what he's done before Jared gets home! Part 8 of GYOB Submission coming soon! Let me know in the comments what you'd love to see happen next!