Dissolvable Disaster

For the July story, you guys voted for the chunky guy who gets tricked into wearing dissolvable trunks. I've had this story in my head for a while, so it was great to finally write it, and I hope you enjoy it - give it some love if you do!

P.S. Image above doesn't fit with the character but it felt like a good opportunity to use the pic!

It was incredible how fast time seemed to just disappear. When a couple of my college buddies got in touch asking to meet up, I was sure it had only been a few months, but it had apparently been nearly a year and a half since we’d seen each other, and nearly a decade since we’d graduated.

Garrett and Peter were both good guys, but we’d moved in different circles since we graduated. We’d all been on the football team at college, but since then, I’d stopped playing and focused on my job as a designer. They’d both married and I was still very single, despite my best efforts to find a decent guy. The problem was finding someone that I felt comfortable enough to share my kink with . . . my primary kink anyway.

After college, when I’d started living alone, I’d discovered that I got off on doing stuff in public places, from dressing rooms in stores, to the woods, to sitting in my car in a busy parking lot. If there were people nearby and I was at any risk of being caught, I came hard and fast. My discovery had grown to full out obsession, and there wasn’t a week that went by without me getting off somewhere with an element of risk, which meant that sex in a bed felt . . . dull. Not exactly the easiest way to find someone to have a relationship with.

What also went against me was that I no longer had my muscular football player body that I’d had at college. I still had broad shoulders, thick thighs and a bubble butt, but everything was a little softer than it had been at college, and my flat toned stomach was now definitely in the chunky dad bod territory.

I’d last seen Garrett and Peter at a Thanksgiving get together where we’d spent the night drinking copious amounts of beer and eating pizza whilst we played games and caught up. We’d always played pranks on each other, not to mention teasing the shit out of each other, and both of them gave me a hard time for the gut I’d gained since I’d last seen them. It had still been a fun night, even with their good humoured ribbing, but the highlight of the night had been what I’d done when I’d headed home.

As I’d walked back home in my inebriated state, I’d found myself constantly groping my cock through my jeans, and before I knew it, I’d snuck down an alley beside a bar, yanked my jeans and boxers off and blown my load against the wall whilst I’d heard voices in a nearby yard. It was one of the riskiest things I’d done, and just the memory of the night still got me boned up.

When Garrett had arranged our long overdue catch-up, he’d suggested we hit the beach. I hadn’t been to the beach for years and immediately agreed whilst we finalised dates.

And that’s how I found myself driving to the beach on a Friday morning.

The three of us had taken the day off work and we’d agreed to meet at the beach at 12. I’d thrown on a shirt and a pair of shorts, and brought my trunks in my bag, along with my towel, tablet, shades and sun lotion.

“Still looking as beefy as ever I see,” Garrett said with a grin as he hugged me.

“And it looks like someone is even leaner than the last time,” I said as I took in Garrett’s even slimmer build.

Peter looked his usual average self and as we started chatting about what we’d been up to, we left our cars and headed to the beach.

Given it was a Friday, it was fairly quiet, and we had a decent stretch of the beach to ourselves. Garrett was already in his board shorts, but Peter needed to change, so we grabbed our bags and headed to the small cabana where they had a changing area and showers.

It was when I opened my bag that I wanted to punch myself. I’d forgotten my damn trunks.

“Hey Pete,” I called over the divider in the changing room. “I don’t suppose you’ve got any spare trunks, do you? I apparently forgot to pack mine.”

“Uh, I do have another pair, but they’re . . . I mean they weren’t . . .”

I frowned, not that Pete could see. “So, can I borrow them? I know they might be a little snug, but I promise to be careful with them.”

Pete murmured his agreement and then a pair of navy swim trunks sailed over the divider. I picked them up and examined them. They were only a size smaller than my usual, but the material was a little stiff and there was no mesh lining. Weird.

“Thanks bud.”

“No worries. I’ll meet you back on the beach.”

Before I could answer, Pete opened and closed his door, and I heard his bare feet slap on the tiled floor as he left. What was with him?

I pulled off my shorts and my briefs and shoved them in my bag before pulling on the swim trunks. As expected, they were tight on my thighs and my butt, and my bulge was a little more obvious than I liked, but they were trunks, and they’d do.

When I got back to the beach, Garrett and Peter had their heads together and were whispering furiously as they glanced in my direction.

“What’s going on?” I asked with another frown.

Peter shook his head, his eyes flicking down to the trunks. “Uh, nothing. Let’s get some sunscreen on and then we can hit the water.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

Garrett was now acting equally weird and I didn’t miss the way his eyes roved over my trunks. I knew they were a little snug, but they weren’t that bad.

We each applied our sunscreen and then headed into the surf. The water was a heavenly temperature and I immediately dived in and swam out until my feet barely touched the sand, the water hitting me at chest level.

“How’re you doing, Steve?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Fine, Pete. Why?”

It was at that moment that something didn’t feel fine. In fact, something felt distinctly off. I ran my hand over my thigh as was surprised to find that the trunks had split on my right thigh, right down the outer seam. I gasped at the feel of my bare thigh, but as I tried to grab the material, it just slipped through my figures and vanished.

Oh fuck! This couldn’t be happening.

“Something wrong, bud?” Garrett asked with a grin.

“Pete, are these trunks dissolvable by chance?”

They both burst out laughing, giving me the answer that I really didn’t want. As much as a pair of dissolvable trunks would be a funny prank for most people, it was not the best thing to prank me with. The idea of being out in public in an item of clothing that was slowly dissolving and leaving me naked was possibly one of the hottest scenarios I could think of, and to make matters even worse, as I glanced at the shore, I noticed a couple of guys in their mid-twenties drop their stuff near ours. Both guys were muscular and wearing speedos and I knew that I was fucked.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to give them to either of you, but they’ve been in my bag for a while and you asked for a spare pair, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity.”

The trunks tore open down my left thigh as my cock throbbed to life, the idea of exposure on the beach making my cheeks heat with arousal.

“It’s all good. I can just change into my shorts,” I said, trying to keep my voice even, despite my cock trying to burst out of the trunks.

It was then that the rear seam separated and after a quick feel, my furry bubble butt was fully on show under the water, a fact that had my cock pulsing in time with my rapid heartrate.

“You can’t just change into your shorts,” Garrett said with a chuckle. “We need to see these shorts.”

“Uh, no you don’t” I said as I started moving towards the beach.

Having them see me naked was one thing, but naked and hard and on the brink of an orgasm was not gonna happen.

“Get him,” Garrett yelled as he and Peter dived in my direction.

I swam for the shore, trying in vain to ignore the shorts as they disintegrated around me. I glanced down as my feet hit the sand, and I realised the water was up to my waist now. My cock was now free from the shorts, and I clamped my hands over it as Garrett and Peter splashed behind me.

The amount of noise the three of us were making had drawn the attention of the two hot guys in the speedos and both of them were stood at the edge of the surf watching us with bemused expressions.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was experiencing one of the hottest scenarios in my life, but I had my idiot college buddies with me rather than being alone. I wouldn’t mind being caught like this by the two speedo guys, but not by guys I was friends with.

I emerged from the water, the trunks in tatters, barely hanging on to the waistband, my hands clamped over my hard cock. Garrett and Peter were right behind me, and Garrett leaped forward and grabbed the trunks. The material shredded off of my body and the waistband finally came free. The tug of the material beneath my hands made them momentarily release my dick, giving the two guys a clear view to my embarrassing predicament.

“Holy fuck, he’s hard,” one of them yelled.

“Hard and butt naked,” the other said before bursting out laughing.

As the two of them laughed at me, Garrett and Peter joined in as they took in my naked state, my bubble butt bare and my hands back over my throbbing cock.

“Are you actually hard right now?” Garrett asked, grabbing my arm and yanking my hand away.

My dick flopped into view and that was all it took. As I took in the two sexy guys in their speedos pointing and laughing, and Garrett and Peter teasing me and giggling like schoolgirls, I came. Ropes after cum shot from my cock, splattering cum over my legs and into the water.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned and unable to stop myself, I grabbed my dick in both hands and milked out the last of my orgasm, totally overwhelmed and helpless to my biggest kink.

“Woah, he’s actually getting himself off,” one of the speedo guys yelled.

With my legs like jelly, I stumbled out of the ocean and headed for my bag. I didn’t hear what anyone said to me, focused solely on getting my shorts on and getting the hell out of there. It wasn’t just that I didn’t know how to face Garrett and Peter, but my dick hadn’t even started to soften, and I was sure that the longer I stayed there, the more likely I was to get off again.

I had to escape!