GYOB - Stepdad Style - Submission - Part 5

Following on from yesterday's GYOB post, here's part 5 where you can read the conclusion of the guys' day out at the obstacle course.

I hope you guys enjoyed this instalment and I'm happy to share that this isn't quite the end of Submission - I have one more part to share in the next couple of months before we wrap up this Clay and Karl story. Let me know in the comments what you're hoping to see next!

Clay

As soon as I felt that pressure on my waistband, I knew that Lewis had done something, but I had no idea what, and my mind was going crazy.

Had he cut the waistband? Pulled a thread loose? Tried ripping them off?

It was only as I turned through a bend in the rapids that I realised that it was something else entirely.

My shorts were starting to come down on the left-hand side, and it felt like they were being pulled down.

Normally, I’d stop and inspect them, but with the speed of the rapids, all I could do was keep my arms on the foam pad as I desperately tried to look underneath the foaming water.

As the fierce current jolted me from side to side, my shorts suddenly tugged lower, crossing my hips and resting halfway down my bubble butt. The feeling of that wet silky material sliding down had my cock starting to harden, and it dawned on me that I could end up reaching the end of the rapids with my shorts around my ankles.

That thought was enough to get my cock hard and straining against the tight confines of my thong. The head pushed against the waistband for freedom, and as I darted around another bend, I gasped as my shorts suddenly shot down to mid-thigh, then quickly to my calves, and then to my ankles.

Fuck, I would be totally on show.

And that thought was the best one I’d had all day.

Whatever Lewis had done, I was going to be exposed, and this time, I knew how much I wanted that.

However, as I shot around the last bend in the rapids, I experienced something I hadn’t expected . . .

There was a sharp tug around my ankles and then I suddenly felt much lighter. I moved my feet a little and realised that my shorts had completely come off.

From the waist down, I was now wearing only my socks, sneakers, and the little blue thong.

The idea of being exposed was hot, but being exposed with no way to cover up? That was more than I’d bargained for.

After all, Karl was somewhere behind me, as was Jared, and I didn’t want either of them to see me with my bare ass on show, and my cock straining for attention.

I came to an almost gentle stop at the edge of the rapids and my feet found the floor. Stood up, I was still concealed by the water from just below my chest.

Immediately, I tossed the foam pad out of the water and started looking for my shorts. Surely the current would have dragged them along with me, so they should be nearby. But as I waded through the water, desperately seeking my shorts, I saw nothing.

“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath, overly conscious of how much my thick cock was trying to escape my thong.

“Everything okay, Clay?” Lewis asked as he came up behind me, tossing his own foam pad on the shore with mine.

“My shorts are gone,” I said as I continued to search for them.

“Oh no. How did that happen? Perhaps they were too heavy in the water?”

I gave Lewis a dirty look. “You know full well that they were too heavy because you did something to them.”

Lewis held his hands up in surrender. “If I accidentally hooked a rock on to them then it wasn’t my fault. You wanted me to misbehave.”

“Yeah, but not like this. Karl could catch up to us at any moment.”

“Karl and Jared aren’t even at the rapids yet, or we’d be able to see them from here, so they’re at least five minutes behind us. If you want to avoid giving them a show, I suggest you follow me into the tunnel.”

I glanced over my shoulder, surprised to see that we could look back to the start of the rapids where they came down an incline, zig-zagging back and forth. Karl and Jared were definitely nowhere in sight, so I took the opportunity to climb out of the water, very conscious of the show I was giving Lewis.

“Fuck,” I heard Lewis whisper as I stood up on the shore.

Water dripped from my body and the tank top, the blue thong pulling away from my body at the front where my still hard cock was desperately fighting for freedom.

The tunnel entrance was just a few feet away, and I ran towards it, praying that Karl and Jared wouldn’t suddenly appear and see me.

Karl

It quickly became very apparent that walking on a gravel path in wet socks was more than just a little painful. Every step made me wince, and Jared was laughing even harder at my predicament, seeing me bounce from foot to foot.

“Why don’t you walk on the grass verge next to the trees?” he suggested when he stopped laughing.

There wasn’t much space on the grass without getting scratched by the branches of the hedges and trees, but that felt preferable to destroying my feet on the gravel.

We managed to navigate our way around the climbing net fairly easily, but as we walked along the gravel path back towards the stepping stones lake, I was continually being snagged on the trees.

“Are you alright there, Karl?” Jared asked when I cursed for the hundredth time, freeing my torn tank top from another branch.

“Suffice to say, I am never doing an obstacle course again.”

“It could be worse. At least Clay didn’t see this. You’d never hear the end of it.”

Jared had a point. There was no way that Clay would let me live this down. I just hoped I could find something to wear when we got back to the cabin.

As we got closer to the lake, I had to pass a particularly dense area of hedges, having to put one foot on the evil gravel. As I moved past, I suddenly felt something pull, then there was a loud snap and I was suddenly much more on show than I had been seconds before.

I looked down to see my cock and balls hanging free, my jockstrap still attached to the hedge I’d just walked past.

I grabbed for my jock before Jared noticed my now naked state, but as I grabbed the ripped material, his laughter howled behind me.

“Dude, how the fuck did you lose your jock?”

“Shut up,” I yelled at him. “How the fuck is this happening to me?”

My jock had ripped at the waistband and the weaker straps had just given way after being crusted in mud.

There was no saving it, which meant I was now naked from the waist down, with the exception of my sodden socks.

“Jared, give me your shorts,” I said, suddenly realising that he was way more than dressed than me.

“Wait! What?”

“Come on, dude. You’ve got shorts and undies, and I’ve got nothing here.”

Jared blushed. “I can’t give you my shorts. I don’t want Clay and Lewis to see my undies.”

I raised an eyebrow in question, surprised at how embarrassed Jared looked.

“What are you wearing under your shorts?” I asked with a grin.

Jared looked so uncomfortable that it was funny.  

“Oh, please don’t make me say,” he said blushing even harder.

“Tell me or I’ll rip your shorts off and find out.”

Jared held his hands up. “Okay, okay. It’s a pair of your bikini briefs. I hadn’t done laundry, so I grabbed a pair of your undies.”

I laughed. “That’s not as bad as I expected. In which case, take them off and I’ll wear those. At least I’ll be covered and wearing some undies.”

Jared seemed to sag slightly with relief, and I was pleased he didn’t argue as he wrestled the briefs down underneath his shorts before stepping out of them and handing them over.

I took the black bikini briefs from Jared and pulled them up, surprised that my cock was semi-erect. What had got me so turned on?

Did I like the idea of Jared wearing my undies?

I shook my head, stuffing my stiffening dick into the bikinis.

Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter. I was just relieved to be covered back up.

Clay

The tunnel wasn’t pitch black, but it was dark enough that you couldn’t see more than a foot in front of your face. The warm breeze blowing over my wet body was making me shiver, which wasn’t helped by Lewis standing so close behind me.

“Okay, Clay,” he said in a low voice, his lips inches from my ear. “Here’s what’s going to happen. We are going to get to the end of this tunnel, but before we emerge, you’re going to do exactly as I say. If you do, you’ll get clothes before we get back to the cabin, and no one will see the state you’re in. If you don’t, you’ll be greeting your stepson in your slutty thong.”

My mind raced as I tried to imagine what Lewis had in mind.

“How do we get through the tunnel?” I said, doing my utmost to focus on the task ahead, rather than the constant throbbing in my thong.

“You follow me,” he said, stepping in front of me.

Lewis seemed to have memorised the path through the tunnel, and I followed him without question, past multiple obstacles that would have taken ages to traverse otherwise.

I couldn’t imagine what he had in store for me at the end of the tunnel, but my cock was definitely looking forward to it. A string of precum hit my thigh just as he came to a stop in front of me.

“Here will do nicely,” he said, his grin visible in the dim light.

“What are you gonna do?” I asked, my voice sounding equally suspicious and excited.

Lewis folded his arms. “We have five minutes before we risk Karl and Jared entering the tunnel, so we’ll need to be quick. You’re going to get on all fours and milk your cock between your legs. If you cum, and if you don’t object to a little ass play, you get clothes. If you argue, or refuse, you get to walk back like this.”

The words “ass play” made my dick throb harder, the memory of my jerk off session on Thursday night making me almost needy for whatever Lewis had planned.

“Get on all fours, Clay,” Lewis demanded. “Time starts now.”

Lewis pressed a couple of buttons on his watch, and without even considering an alternative, I got down on my knees and put my hands forward in front of me, spreading my thighs as much as I could, relieved that Lewis had asked me to do this where the ground was sandy and soft.

“So obedient,” Lewis growled, and even hearing that made precum drip from my dick.

Lewis yanked my wet tank top over my head, before gripping the waistband of my thong. He gave it a gentle tug and the pressure against my crack made me moan again.

“I think someone likes their thong,” Lewis said, a voice barely audible.

I wanted to agree with him, but I was worried about confessing it. Whatever was going on with me and Lewis wasn’t going away anytime soon, and part of me worried that if he knew how much he was turning me on that he’d push for more faster than I wanted.

Although even thinking that made me question my sanity. I’d been adamant that I didn’t want Lewis to even touch me, and now I was on all fours in a dark space practically begging for him to touch my ass.

And I didn’t have long to wait.

Lewis slowly tugged my wet thong to my knees, freeing my cock with a meaty slap.

Doing as instructed, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started jerking off, practically sagging with relief at the electric sensations shooting around my body.

“Now, just keep jerking off and let me play,” Lewis said firmly.

My eyes were hooded as my hand slid up and down the length of my dick, the moisture from my wet thong giving me the perfect amount of natural lube, combined with the precum that coated the head.

Lewis placed both hands on my cheeks and gently massaged them before pulling away and leaving me hungry for more. I almost whimpered in my desperation to have him touch me again.

SLAP!

Lewis brought his right hand down hard on my right cheek and the combination of the sound and the stinging sensation made my pulls draw up more tightly.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my thick thighs tensing as I jerked off even faster.

Lewis chuckled. “I had a feeling that might do it for you.”

Words failed me as I felt his hands on my cheeks again, but this time, there was no slap. This time, he pulled his hands away and replaced them with one finger that started at the top of furry crack and slowly slid down the crevice until it reached my balls.

The sparks that ricocheted around my body were insane, my grunts and moans so loud that I was past caring who heard us.

Lewis softly ran his finger back over my hole, the sensitive nerves making me feel sensations I’d never experienced before. The finger was removed briefly but it returned moister than before, and I felt Lewis apply just the smallest amount of pressure to my hole.

Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, but the sensations around my hole felt so amazing that I wanted more, and I found myself arching my back and thrusting my bubble butt towards him.

“Oh, you want this so bad,” Lewis whispered before pushing the tip of his finger inside my hole, not very far, just a tease, but it was enough.

My entire body tensed as my cock shot the first rope over cum over the sandy ground.

“Ah fuck,” I hissed between clenched teeth as more cum flooded out of my dick and splattered over my hand.

My hand continued to pump my dick as I milked every drop from my body, and Lewis finger teased my hole the entire time.

When I was finally finished, I got to my feet and Lewis stood with me.

“This just got much more interesting,” Lewis said with a grin. “But we’ll save that for another day.”

Lewis didn’t give me a chance to respond before he headed out of the tunnel entrance, returning quickly with a pair of blue shorts the same as the ones we were all wearing before.

I took the shorts from him and pulled them on, pulling the thong up at the same time.

“Lewis, we probably need to talk about . . .”

Lewis put his finger on my lips. “For once, can you just enjoy what happened? You aren’t embarrassed in a crowd; Karl didn’t see a thing. Don’t overthink this. Just be satisfied that you experienced something new, and you fucking loved it.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that rumbled out of me.

“Okay, you might have a point.”

“Yeah, I do,” Lewis said with a shrug. “Now, let’s get back to the cabin, and if you’re up for it, I have a little surprise for you next week.”

I raised my brows in question, but Lewis just shook his head and walked out of the tunnel, leaving me horny, satisfied, more than a little confused, intrigued and hungry for more.

The walk back to the cabin was very short, and despite forgetting my tank top in the tunnel, I was surprised to find myself in a decent state of dress. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed about that or not, but I was happy to not be naked in front of Karl again.

Although, as we reached the cabin, Karl and Jared came around the corner from the other direction and Lewis and I immediately howled with laughter.

“Hey kiddo, did you lose something?” I yelled.

Karl shook his head. “Yes, Clay, I lost my shorts and my sneakers in the mud. Laugh it up.”

Normally I’d never let him hear the end of it, but he already looked quite defeated, so I just pulled him into a bear hug.

“Nah, we’ll laugh about it later. You warm enough?”

Karl smiled. “Yeah, all good, but I want a shower and a beer.”

Lewis laughed. “That is definitely next on the list.”

It was a few days later when I received a text from Lewis.

I’m sending you over an outfit for the office tomorrow. You have to wear everything that is delivered, and I’ll meet you at your office at 5. L