Photo Story #40

Barnaby was used to everything going his way. Coming from an incredibly wealthy family, and growing up with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth, he was used to things just falling into place for him. His father had gotten him a job in the city straight out of university, and when he wasn’t half-assing a job he didn’t care about, he was out with his buddies getting wasted and sleeping with any girl that would say yes.

Barnaby knew he was good looking, knew he was charming and knew he could have whatever he wanted.

That’s why, on one fateful Thursday, he was mortified beyond belief when things didn’t go his way at all.

Work had been a breeze, as always, and Barbaby had spent the evening in some ridiculously expensive cocktail bar with some of his buddies. He’d drunk like his life depended on it, and by the time he had to leave to get the last train home, knowing that no Uber would take him anymore, it was nearly 11pm.

Barnaby stumbled his way along the busy street, his polished black leather dress shoes clomping loudly on the sidewalk as he struggled to maintain a steady pace.

When he reached the train station, it took far longer than it should have done to get through the barrier. Barnaby dropped his ticket multiple times and was putting increasing strain on the rear seam of his tight suit pants, his thick ass stretching and exerting the material.

Mercifully, he got on to the platform just as his train arrived and he stumbled through the double doors on to a fairly busy carriage where he came face to face with some of his old drinking buddies from university.

“Barns,” one of the guys yelled, jumping up from his seat and coming to slap Barnaby on the shoulder. “It’s been forever!”

Barnaby’s drunken face broke into a grin. “I know we went to university but I’m totally blanking on your name.”

The guy’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “We played polo together for three years!”

“Oh, that’s who you are! Biffy something or other!”

Barnaby patted the guy on the chest and headed towards the empty seat.

“Fuck no! That’s my seat, Barns! Find your own.”

The guy dived into the empty seat leaving Barnaby stood up and frustrated.

“Listen,” he yelled to the carriage. “I am incredibly sozzled and I absolutely need to sit down. Someone give me their seat.”

There was a lot of dirty looks and muttering, but no one volunteered their seat for Barnaby.

“Do you people not know who I am?” He yelled again!

“No one cares who you are, Barns! Go and find a seat somewhere else.”

Barnaby was about to turn and face the guys from university when the train abruptly started and jolted to life. Being utterly disoriented, Barnaby fell forward on to his knees and then further forward so he was on all fours!

As soon as he hit the deck, there was an almighty rip as the crotch and the rear seam of his tight suit pants gave up and burst open!

The carriage erupted into laughter at the sight of this posh, self entitled stud with his stripey underwear on show through the epic rip in his suit pants. The rip was so severe that they could see his balls hanging down between his legs in his tight boxer briefs.

An older man was so disgusted by the drunk show that he left to go to another carriage. Barnaby, who was utterly unaware of his ripped pants, scrambled to his feet and took the seat, his legs spread wide, revealing the ample bulge in his striped underwear.

The rest of the passengers continued to laugh and whisper, and Barnaby’s old uni friends took photos and videos on their phones which they immediately started uploading on to social media.

“What is everyone chuckling about?” Barnaby demanded when he realised something was amiss.

“Nothing, Barns,” the guy from polo said. “We’re all just enjoying the view.”

Barnaby looked down at this crotch where the guy was pointing, and it took him several moments for his brain to realise what he was looking at ….. his boxer briefs were on show, his bulge obvious!

“Oh fuck!” He yelled!