Photo Story #50

For this week's photo story, we have another photo donated by one of our very own patrons, Ian. I hope you enjoy the story, and give it some love if you love that cute butt!

When I got up that morning, I should have known that my day wasn't going to go as planned. My alarm didn't go off so I overslept, I forgot my car was in the shop so I'd have to walk to work, and when I rushed around getting dressed, I couldn't find my belt and I realised that I didn't have any clean undies.

So, there I was, walking to work, my jeans low on my hips whilst going fully commando underneath.

What could possibly go wrong?

In a weird twist of fate . . . absolutely nothing!

Just as I hit the main street through town, one of the guys from work pulled over and offered me a lift. My morning from hell was officially over.

Unfortunately, the rest of my day didn't pan out so well.

The working day wasn't too horrific. Sure, there were a couple of occasions where I realised my ass crack was on show and I had to quickly yank up my jeans, and at one point sat in a meeting, I did get hard as a rock when I remembered I was commando, but aside from that, the day went okay.

And then came the walk home.

It was the perfect sunny evening and I decided to walk through the fields rather than wandering along the roads. It felt like a nicer walk to do, and with my backpack over my shoulder, and my coffee mug in one hand, I headed off.

What I hadn't factored into the equation was my jeans. Without a belt, they'd been sitting low on my hips all day, but in the office, I'd had had my hands free to subtly hang on to the waistband.

In the fields, with only one hand free, all I could do was occasionally tug them up with my free hand, and before long, I knew I was showing off more than I should have been. I could feel the waistband slipping lower and lower over my butt and a cool breeze whispered over my cheeks. I tugged them a little at the back but after a few more steps, they were sliding back down again.

There was no one around to see, but that wasn't the issue . . .

The issue was that the feeling of my jeans creeping further south was having an unexpected impact. I don't know if it was because I was commando, or if it was just the sensation of impending exposure, but halfway across the second field, my dick started to pump to life.

After yanking my jeans up for the umpteenth time, my dick was fully hard and throbbing against the front of my jeans. With no undies, I was seriously tenting the denim and anyone who saw me would clearly see that I was hard as a rock.

But with no one around, and no way to control my situation, I carried on, yanking my jeans up and trying to ignore how insanely horny this was making me.

It was as I reached the fourth field that I had an idea . . . a wild idea. What if I stopped yanking my jeans up? There was no one else in sight so what did it matter if my butt was on show? Maybe if I stopped playing with my jeans, my dick would calm down?

So, when my jeans slid down over my butt and settled at the tops of my thighs, I left them where they were. What I hadn't accounted for was the waistband of my jeans then slipping at the front, exposing my pubes and resting on the tented pole of my dick, and fuck did it feel good!

The pressure of the fly resting against my cock was making my dick throb more, and when I glanced down, I was surprised to see a small wet spot where the head of my dick was leaking like a faucet.

And then . . . I stumbled.

It was a brief second where my foot caught an uneven patch of earth, but it was enough to make me stumble a few steps in quick succession, and that was more than enough to make my jeans plunge to my ankles, my hard cock bouncing free and my lower half completely on show.

And that was when my self control disappeared.

Without even looking around, I dropped my coffee mug and grabbed my cock, jerking it as fast and as hard as I could, my free hand flying back to my ass and groping my cheeks like I loved to do when I was stroking my dick.

The buildup of the day raced through me as my thighs tensed, my hand pistoning up and down my dick as I groaned out loud.

"Ah fuck, I'm gonna . . ."

And then I blew my load, cum splattering over my thighs, my shoes and the jeans bunched around my ankles.

"Fuck yeah," I growled as I milked the last few drops from my dick.

I was just about to bend down and pull my jeans up when a voice behind me laughed. "Looks like someone is enjoying the great outdoors."

I spun around to come face to face with a guy in a plaid shirt and jeans. "Fuck, I can explain."

"No need," he said with a grin. "I enjoyed the show!"