Photo Story #59

For this week's photo story, I'm sharing an exceptionally hot photo that I found on Tumblr a while ago - a juicy ass in a pair of tiny tighty whities - what could be better?

Dwayne had never been the coolest guy - not in school, not in college and definitely not as an adult. Sure, he worked out and he worked hard, but no one would ever call him cool.

This fact was cemented the day that he was forced to leave his gym and find another one.

Dwayne had always been tight with his money and refused to replace anything unless he absolutely had to, and that included his clothes. He still wore the same Fruit of the Loom tighty whities that he'd worn at high school and college, and he'd been wearing the same track pants to work out in for years.

He was fully aware of how much his body had changed since he'd first bought the track pants. His thighs were thicker and toned and his ass had gone from a cute little butt to a full on juicy bubble butt. The elasticity of the track pants had allowed them to adjust his newer thickness, but over the months of squats and lunges, the material had started to overstretch and the threads had begun to tear. It made them look a little threadbare, but Dwayne was used to that.

After all, he'd been wearing the same undies for the last decade and he was used to things that had the odd hole in them.

On that particular day, he'd worn his usual track pants with a pair of his faithful tighty whities underneath. The tighty whities were so snug that they no longer fully covered his meaty cheeks and the faded white material had sprung holes in the crotch from the amount of tugging Dwayne had to do to get them to cover his butt.

Dwayne had worked up a sweat on the treadmill and by the time he headed over to the weights, his tighty whities had migrated up his crack. He tried tugging them free but didn't realise that he'd put his fingers right through his track pants where he'd tried to remove the wedgie.

Completely unaware of the small holes that had now formed in the seat of his track pants, flashing patches of white to the rest of the gym, Dwayne loaded up the squat rack and gripped the weight, ready to start his usual run of dead weights, on a mission to keep his butt looking so round and bouncy.

It happened on the first squat.

As soon as Dwayne slowly lowered himself down, the threads in the back of his track pants continued to unravel and the holes grow in slow motion as he reached the apex of his squat, before a loud RRRRRIIIIPPPPPPPPP filled the air. Dwayne immediately replaced the weights on the rack and his hands flew to his butt where he just felt his cheeks and his faded undies.

"Woah, dude - Dwayne's wearing tighty whities. What the fuck!"

"You have got to be kidding."

"What are you? 12?"

The taunts from his gym buddies had Dwayne blushing crimson as he ran for the door, praying that he could get back to his locker. He knew his undies were a little old school, but he hadn't intended on showing them off to anyone.

As soon as he reached his locker, the door opened again behind him and his four gym buddies stood there with huge grins.

"Let's see these undies, Dwayne. We want the proper strip show. Don't be a tease."