Photo Story #34

So this is a little teaser for a collaboration that I'll be doing with the incredibly sexy @breezy-briefs on Tumblr. Please give him a follow and check out his cheeky content.

This post is going out to all patrons as it will also be posted on Tumblr.

If Taylor had known how that Wednesday was going to go, he may have made some different choices, but it was way too late for that.

Despite having an incredible body and being ridiculously handsome, Taylor was completely unaware of how he looked. It didn't help that he was socially awkward and preferred to keep to himself, so a lot of people took his dismissal, and his inability to understand why everyone wanted to date him, as rude.

For the most part, Taylor got away with his behaviour; people thought he was a little shy and reserved, but they left him to it - except for his study group in his Psych class.

The study group had been tasked with a group project that had a short deadline, and required all five of them to work together.

Unfortunately, Taylor didn't really like working with other people, and preferred to work on his own.

After one week, Taylor had done the majority of the work solo and had completely ignored the rest of his group. Whenever they reached out, offered ideas, or insisted they work together, he ignored them, and they'd had enough.

Everyone knew that Taylor was quite shy about his body, despite how incredible it was. He refused to use the showers unless it was the middle of the night, he never changed at the gym, and he resolutely refused any offer of sex.

After Taylor completely ignored the feedback from his study group and presented the initial work to their professor, they decided to get revenge.

Taylor was a creature of habit and always sat in the same seat on the aisle in the lecture hall, so it was easy to put their plan into action.

That morning, Taylor dressed quickly and headed for the lecture hall. He was feeling a little overwhelmed with the amount of work he had to do, and was utterly distracted reading his chemistry textbook when he entered the room and took his usual seat. So distracted that he didn't even notice that the seat was a little damp.

Throughout the lecture, Taylor diligently typed up his notes on his iPad and was oblivious to the whispers and giggles from his study group who were sat behind him.

"Do you think he'll even notice when he tries to stand up?" one of them said.

"No chance, he's in his own little world."

"I dunno. That was industrial solvent. I reckon he'll notice."

They all started giggling again, as the lecture was brought to a close and everyone jumped up from their desks . . . all except Taylor.

He was confused at first when he went to stand up and couldn't, but he quickly realised that something had happened. When he tried to feel underneath him, he couldn't get his fingers between his black jeans and the seat.

Taylor's cheeks heated when he had the sudden thought that someone was playing a prank on him.

With gritted teeth, he tensed himself against the desk, and pushed up as hard as he could.

There was a loud RRRRRIIIIPPPPPPPP as the back of his jeans stayed stuck to the chair. Taylor's hands flew to his bubble butt to feel for damage, and he blushed even more when he remembered that he was wearing an old pair of skimpy blue boxer briefs that barely covered his butt.

"Oh god no," he whispered, as his fingers brushed against the soft material of his undies, not to mention the firm skin of his cheeks.

"Nice butt, Taylor," one of his study group yelled before dissolving into laughter with the others.

"Check out that ass! Damn, someone's packing!"

It was at that moment that Taylor realised that he had an audience. As he looked around, all of his peers seemed to be laughing and pointing at him, and he was so red that his face resembled a tomato.

"I have to get out of here," he said to himself.

As he bent over to grab his bag, there was loud cheering and wolf-whistling, which he tried to ignore as he ran down the stairs to the door. But, as he passed one of the guys from his study group, they reached out and grabbed the back of his boxer briefs and gave a hard yank.

Taylor whimpered as the boxer briefs were pulled even deeper into his crack before there was another loud rip followed by a cool breeze over his bare ass.

"No!" Taylor yelled, running from the lecture hall.

Everyone laughed hysterically at the sight before Taylor's boxer briefs were tossed around, before being thrown on top of the light fixture where they hung for the rest of the semester, a constant reminder to Taylor of the day that everyone saw his butt!