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Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 8

You guys voted for the Crooked House - read on to see what happens when Kyle steps inside, and don't forget to vote for what you want to see tomorrow.

Kyle wasn’t entirely sure which one he wanted to do first, but the Crooked House did sound fun. Sure, crawling and wriggling through tight spaces would be a challenge in his ripped pants, but he had the cape on so it wasn’t like Wes or anyone else would see anything.

“Let’s do the Crooked House first. That sounds cool.”

“You’re gonna love it, my friend. Let’s do it!”

As Wes led the way to the Crooked House, he told Kyle about his latest boyfriend and what was going on with his job. He also asked whether Wes had heard from his ex and wanted to know all about how Kyle was getting on living alone.

“I guess one of the benefits of being single is you can be as free as you want. You can wear the tightest pants known to man to snare all the guys and no one will say a word.”

Kyle winced at another reference to his pants. “They’re just old. Wearing them wasn’t intentional, I promise.”

Wes held his hands up. “You look good in them. I’m just impressed. It’s so unlike you to show off that much.”

Kyle felt the blush rise to his cheeks and changed the subject to the fair and the other things they wanted to do whilst they were there.

When they reached the Crooked House, there was only a short line and Wes already had tokens to pay for admission. Kyle followed Wes through the front door when it was their turn, and they were immediately in a hallway that seemed to narrow down to a door that was barely big enough to get through when crawling.

“I told you this place was fun, but it completely messes with your head,” Wes said with a chuckle. “After you.”

Kyle felt a little nervous about having to be the one that went first, but he guessed that Wes had already done it, so wanted to give Kyle the opportunity to explore it without someone leading him.

The hallway ceiling got lower and lower until Kyle had no choice but to get on his hands and knees. He tried to lower himself as carefully as he could, but as soon as he bent forward, he felt the rear seam rip more. Mercifully, it wasn’t a loud rip, so he hoped that Wes hadn’t heard anything. The question was, how much more had it ripped?

“Do we have to worry about other people rushing us?” Kyle asked, looking behind them towards the front door.

“I don’t think so,” Wes said, turning to look at the front door as well.

Kyle took the opportunity to put his hand under his cape and inspect his pants, and sure enough, the rear seam had ripped open a few more inches and he could feel most of his butt crack. If anything, these pants were now as slutty as Wes had implied they were.

“Better get moving just in case,” Wes said, nodding towards the small door.

Kyle shuffled forwards on his hands and knees, relieved again that he’d worn such a long cape. He opened the door handle and pushed open the door to reveal a room that was on a slant, the left side low, the right side high, another door at the far end. Thankfully, there was room at least to stand.

“This is weird,” Kyle said as he stood up, feeling like he’d fall over at any second.

“The trick is to take small steps and to focus on the foot that’s lower down.”

Kyle nodded and started a slow walk across the room, grabbing the bizarrely shaped furniture for support as he moved.

When he reached the next door, he threw it open only to be met with the confusing sight of a dimly light corridor that curved around to the right, but the corridor was barely waist high.

“Time to crawl again,” Wes said from behind him.

“Sure is,” Kyle grudgingly agreed.

Kyle dropped down to his knees and pushed his butt backwards, but as he did so, there was an audible rip this time, and his pants suddenly felt much looser. Without even inspecting them, Kyle knew that they’d ripped all the way down to the crotch hole that was there before and now he had one giant hole.

Fuck!

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 36

You guys voted for Chase and Luke to take Dan and Adonis into the club and make them perform together - here's what happens and don't forget to vote below for what you want to see happen next!

Dan put his hands over his cock and balls and watched as Chase disappeared inside the bar that Adonis had stumbled out of. Adonis, who was in the same position as him, naked except for socks and dress shoes. Although Adonis had the added bonus of garters, even if they did make him look even more like he was supposed to be stripped like he was.

“So, what’s going to happen now?” Adonis asked with a nervous glance between the bar and Luke.

Luke just smiled. “Given that you guys clearly like each other so much, we thought we’d give you the opportunity to play. Let’s go and join Chase in the bar.”

Adonis grabbed Luke’s arm to stop him. “I’ve just come from inside there and we’ll get eaten alive if we walk in like this.”

Luke laughed. “Don’t worry, we know the owner. We’ll head inside and go straight to a private room. You’ll barely even be seen.”

Dan didn’t trust a word that came out of Luke’s mouth, but it wasn’t like he had any choice but to follow him.

“Are we seriously following these guys in there?” Adonis whispered to Dan.

“If we want our clothes back then yes. We don’t have any other options.”

Adonis sighed as they following Luke past the bouncer and into the bar. They were in an entrance hall of some sort where there was a cloakroom and a small booth to buy tickets for entry. Luke immediately started hugging and chatting with the middle-aged guy who was selling tickets, but before he purchased anything, Chase stuck his head through the door.

“Everything is ready. Get them in here.”

Luke nodded and led Dan and Adonis through the double doors and into the main bar area that looked, unsurprisingly, like some sort of seedy strip club. There were leather booths and leather armchairs, various poles dotted around the room and a main stage where a guy in red PVC pants was gyrating to a Britney song. The bar was packed with men, but very few turned around to look at them.

“This isn’t quite what I had in mind,” Dan said without thinking.

“Don’t worry, we’re going somewhere a little more private,’ Luke said as he led them through another set of double doors to their left and into a quiet corridor.

Dan felt nervous as he followed Chase and Luke down the winding corridor, Adonis following behind him. He definitely wanted to fool around with Adonis again, but he’d imagined doing that with the two of them alone, not with an audience.

“Here we are,” Chase said as he pushed opened a scratched door.

The room was small with another door in the corner, a small leather couch, a tiny dressing table and a couple of dim lights.

“Here’s the deal guys,” Luke said with a grin at Chase. “We want you to make out for one minute and then you walk through that door. Once you’ve done that, you get your clothes.”

Adonis tried mouthing something at Dan, but he couldn’t make it out. He was sure Adonis was just as nervous as he was, but he wanted his clothes back, and he certainly wasn’t going to miss a chance to make out with Adonis.

Not wasting any time, Dan closed the distance between him and Adonis and kissed him softly on the lips. The kiss quickly deepened, Adonis’ tongue working its way inside Dan’s mouth. Their hands started innocently on each other’s shoulders, but after a few seconds, Dan was groping Adonis’ ass and Adonis was groping Dan’s bicep with one hand, and his cock with the other.

“Time’s up boys,” Luke said with a chuckle. “Fuck, you two really want each other.”

“Don’t they just,” Chase agreed. “Now get through that door and then you get your clothes.”

Ignoring Adonis’ protest, Dan pushed open the door and stepped through . . . right on to the side of stage . . . the main stage.

Adonis came through behind him and accidentally knocked Dan forwards. Cheers roared from the audience as Dan covered his cock with his hands. Chase gave Adonis a shove and then both of them were centre stage, the lights illuminating every inch of their naked bodies.

Somewhere, someone changed the music to some sleazy jazz track and the audience started shouting obscenities.

“What the hell do we do now?” Dan whispered to Adonis.

Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 7

We had a nearly unanimous vote for Kyle to stay in his costume, so it's off to the fair we go! Vote below for what you want to see happen next!

Climbing carefully into the car to avoid ripping his pants any further, Kyle decided that his best option was to just head for the fair. He didn’t have another costume ready to go, unless he went in the attic and dug out what he’d worn last year, and besides, the cape covered the worst of the damage so it wasn’t like anyone would even know that his bare butt was slightly on show.

As for the hole in the crotch, that had mercifully not ripped any further, so Kyle was confident that he could get through a trip to the fair without any more mishaps.

It took him just over thirty minutes to get to the other side of town where a huge field had been turned into a massive funfair and carnival. Once Kyle found parking, he carefully got out of the car before buying a ticket and heading inside.

When he’d split with his boyfriend, his boyfriend had moved back to Canada and the friends they’d had together became his friends. One of those friends, Wes, was the guy that had invited him to the fair, and he pulled out his phone to call Wes, but before the call connected, he heard someone shout his name.

“Hey Wes,” Kyle called as Wes jogged over wearing an incredible Black Panther costume. “Where’s the mask?”

Wes laughed. “In my pocket. I can barely breathe in this damn costume, but with the mask, I may actually die.”

Kyle chuckled and gave his friend a hug. “Probably best to leave it off then.”

“Damn right. Loving the vampire look, bud. Are we generic vamp or anyone specific?”

“Just generic I think.”

Wes shrugged. “Maybe tight pants Dracula?”

Wes dissolved into laughter and Kyle closed his feet together, nervous that Wes might somehow know that his pants were ripped.

“I guess they are a little snug,” Kyle admitted when Wes continued to eye his tight pants.

“I’m not one to judge,” Wes said, looking down at his skintight lycra costume.

“So, where’s everyone else?”

Wes pointed over his shoulder. “Everyone kinda split up to do different things, but now you’re here, you’re with me. Where to first?”

Kyle looked around at the different rides, the stands selling cotton candy, toffee apples and hotdogs, and the various arcade games. “What would you suggest?”

Wes grinned. “Hall of Mirrors is hysterical, so we have to check that out. The Ghost Train is supposed to be super creepy this year, and we have to do the Crooked House. Apparently, when you go inside, you have to crawl and climb through it cause the rooms and stuff are so out of proportion. Which do you wanna do first?”

Kyle paused. Which did he want to do first?

Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 6

Part 5 saw Kyle pretending everything was fine, and now he's about to enter the House of Depravity. You guys wanted more ripping and I am happy to provide, so read on for today's part and vote below for what befalls Kyle next.

Dane pushed open the double doors and Kyle felt his mouth drop open in shock.

The room was barely lit by a few lamps, various sofas and chairs were dotted throughout the large space, music with a deep bass played quietly in the background, and there were a number of scantily clad men in costumes writhing around with each other.

It was unlike anything that Kyle had seen before.

“You look a little surprised,” Dane whispered in Kyle’s ear.

“Uh, a work colleague invited me here, and now I’m not so sure I should have come. I definitely didn’t have this in mind.”

Dane kissed Kyle’s neck. “Your colleague isn’t here yet, and we could have some fun.”

Kyle giggled and stepped back. “No, I’d love to, but I have other places to get to, and uh . . . yeah, I better be going.”

Dane stepped in front of him and placed both hands on his shoulders. “Don’t be shy, Kyle. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You can just sit with me.”

As much as Kyle found the idea of sitting with Dane and ultimately snogging him and grinding against him, there was no way he’d want his colleague to find him in this kind of place. He was sure the guy from work must have misunderstood what the haunted house was for, but if he hadn’t, there was a strong possibility that he wanted Kyle there for some fun, and there was no way that Kyle wanted there.

“I promised some friends I’d meet them at the fair, and I really don’t think my work colleague will show for this, so I really better go.”

Dane sighed. “Okay, if you’re sure, but if you change your mind later tonight, I’ll be here.”

“Thanks,” Kyle smiled at Dane.

It was at that moment that Kyle turned to leave and his damn dress shoes skidded on the polished floor again, but this time, they slipped from underneath him, and Kyle fell forward on to his knees, his cape flying forward over his head, his back arched and his bubble butt pushing back . . . pushing back so hard in fact that another RRRRIIIIPPPPPPPPP filled the air, and Kyle immediately knew that he’d ripped his pants more.

“Holy fuck, dude! You’ve ripped your pants.”

Kyle scrambled to his feet as Dane laughed at the sight before him. Pulling his cape back down and into place, Kyle ignored Dane and shuffled towards the double doors, desperate to get back to his car.

Once outside in the cool air, Kyle took a deep breath. He was okay, he wasn’t hurt, and the rip couldn’t be that bad because his pants were still on. They didn’t even feel looser.

When he reached his car, Kyle slid his hands beneath the cape and felt for his meaty ass. Sure enough, there was a rip down the rear seam about three inches in length. Thankfully, with his pants so tight, the material was practically wedged between his cheeks anyway, so it wasn’t like it was visible, and he had the cape to cover everything.

It was too early to head to the party, so Kyle decided he’d head to the fair. The question was, did he go home and try and change, or risk his stupidly tight outfit for a little while longer?

Photo Story #77 - H25-3

A massive thank you to Danny for sharing these photos and this awesome story idea. If you want to see more of the guy with the incredible ass in these pics, you can find him on Insta - @myownsecretalt - definitely worth a follow!

I hope everyone enjoys this ghostly story - possibly my longest photo story, and as promised, this one is being shared with all patrons!

Warren had always been into the paranormal, but when he hit his late twenties and realised that nearly every recorded ghost story was some sort of scam, he started to focus more on profits than the mystery behind some of the things he investigated.

He'd always been an attractive guy, and his handsome face and love for tight jeans, had proven very popular with some TV producers who had immediately backed and invested in his YouTube channel - Paranormal Hunker! It had originally been Hunter, but the producers felt that a nod to his looks would only serve to boost his ratings, and they weren't wrong.

For Halloween that year, Warren had been tasked with visiting an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere Connecticut - LIVE! Yes, he was going to do a live stream on his YouTube channel as he investigated the house, and hopefully conned a load of his followers with some fake bangs and groans.

While most people would be terrified of entering any sort of old haunted building on Halloween, Warren was completely unfazed by the whole thing. He'd done so many "haunted" buildings that he'd lost count of them, and he was certain that this one would be just as devoid of ghosts as all of the others.

As Warren walked down the gravel driveway towards the crumbling two-storey house, he pulled his jacket a little tighter and tugged his green beanie hat down a little lower to cover his ears. It was a cold night, and he had no wish to freeze his ass off more than he had to. He was wearing his standard pair of skintight acid wash jeans, and would make sure that he flashed said ass to camera on multiple occasions.

"Warren here," he said, answering his phone.

"It's Brandon. I just wanted to make sure that you're all set for the livestream. You start in five."

Warren laughed. "I'm just about to set foot on the porch of the house and then I'll get the live up and running. Are we still good for me to just do half an hour? I've got a party I want to get to."

Brandon, one of Warren's investors, chuckled. "Yes, all good. Enjoy your party."

Warren switched his phone to "Do Not Disturb" and pulled out the selfie stick from his pocket. He used to use a tripod but people seemed to prefer the Blair Witch approach of the camera angles he got with a selfie stick.

He switched on the small ring light at the end of the selfie stick before slotting his phone into the compartment that held it in place. He checked his hair in the front camera, and once he was confident that he looked his effortless best, he opened YouTube and started a livestream.

Within a matter of seconds, there were hundreds of thousands of people watching him and he didn't bother to try and hide the grin as he welcomed them.

"Hey Hunkers, it's time for a very special Halloween experience."

Warren told the audience about the house and the history of the perverted man that had died there, a man who had been accused of luring men from the village to his home for drunken debauchery.

"Let's head inside," Warren whispered with his face close to the camera.

The front door, which had been unlocked by the house's caretaker earlier that evening, creaked loudly as Warren opened it. He wagged his eyebrows at the camera, knowing how much his audience would eat up the creepy noise.

He started by doing a quick tour of the house, riling the viewers up with the sounds of the creaky stairs and the window in the second bedroom that banged softly in the breeze.

"And here we are, back in the lounge, the place that Mr Johnson is said to have brought the men that he lured to his house. In this very space, he was accused of molesting and even raping men from the village. I wonder if he's here tonight."

The comments went wild with people telling him to be careful and begging him to run while he could, but Warren just nodded gravely as he fought not to roll his eyes. He knew there was nothing in the creepy old house, he just had to suck it up for another fifteen minutes and then he could . . .

Warren paused at the odd, icy cold sensation around his waist. He heard a faint clink and wondered if his production team had set something up for Halloween.

"Let's set you guys down a second," Warren said as he placed the selfie stick on the floor, his phone aiming up at him. "So that I can get a proper feel for the room."

With his phone left on the floor, Warren had no way to see the comments, something he'd come to regret very shortly.

Heading into the centre of the room, Warren ensured he stayed in shot as he raised his hands to the ceiling. "I call the spirit of Mr Irwin Johnson. Are you here with us tonight?"

It was the same words Warren used for every spirit and very soon, he'd make out that he could feel something just to . . .

Warren's jeans were suddenly at his ankles! Someone, or something, had unceremoniously pantsed him on his livestream. He assumed it was one of the production team, even if he hadn't heard them, or felt them, move. He wanted to laugh it off, but when he looked down, he wanted to kick himself for the undies he'd picked - black briefs covered in glow in the dark ghosts. They were childish and stupid and he hadn't anticipated anyone actually seeing them. Secretly, he loved cartoon briefs and hadn't expected anyone to see his special Halloween pair.

"Looks like our ghost is feeling frisky this Halloween night," Warren said, trying to make a joke to the viewers. "It's a god job I wore my festive Halloween briefs."

Warren bent down to pull his jeans back up, but as he did so, something shoved him hard from behind and he tumbled forwards, hitting the ground with a loud "Oof!".

"What the hell?" he whispered when he managed to get his breath back.

Warren pushed himself to his feet, but as he stood up, he noticed that his pants had vanished. They were no longer around his ankles, or anywhere to be seen. He didn't understand how the production team had made that happen, unless . . .

"It looks like Mr Johnson is feeling playful tonight," Warren said.

He was about to step out of the line of sight of the camera when he felt a firm grip on his shoulders twisting him around so that his back was to the camera. His hands were locked together in front of him, and before he could so much as protest, his ghost briefs were suddenly yanked skyward, giving him a painful wedgie between his meaty cheeks.

Warren cried out as he tried to struggle free from whatever was gripping him so tightly.

"Please stop," he begged, the briefs chafing his hole as he tried to pull away.

By this point, Warren had forgotten about the now millions of viewers watching his livestream. He could only focus on the extreme discomfort of having his tight briefs yanked as high as they'd go.

"Fuck! Let go," Warren yelled.

But he regretted the request as soon as he made it. Whatever was controlling him, grabbed the waistband of his briefs and yanked them away from him and within seconds, there was a loud RRRRIIIIPPPPPPPP as the ghost briefs with their glow in the dark ghosts, tore from his body, his bare cheeks totally exposed for the millions of people watching him.

"No no no," he gasped, able at last to turn back around.

Warren tried to find where his briefs had gone, but they were nowhere in sight, which was when Warren remembered the livestream. He was naked from the waist down except his socks and boots, and he was currently standing there with his ample cock and balls just hanging free for everyone to see.

"No," he yelled, but as he reached down towards his phone, he was pushed forward, slamming to the floor on his knees.

A phantom hand suddenly slapped down hard on his right butt cheek and Warren howled.

No longer caring about his decency or his career, Warren grabbed the selfie stick and ran for the door, praying he could escape before the spirit of Mr Johnson took things even further. Warren slammed open the front door and tripped down the steps from the porch, falling on his butt in the grass.

He gasped for breath before ripping his phone free of the selfie stick and ending the livestream. But not before seeing some of the comments . . .

"Should have known Mr Hunker had such a big cock!"

"Did you see the size of the cheeks? Talk about some junk in the trunk! Damn!"

"Only fair he gets a wedgie for wearing undies that nerdy. What is he? 12?"

Warren would never question the existence of ghosts again!

Photo Story #76 - H25-2

Halloween is always a time to push the boundaries of what's a costume and what's just desperately seeking attention, but this particularly slutty costume is courtesy of @GluteLord on X! This story is a little different from our norm, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Riki had spent most of his adult life perfecting his body for those magical occasions when he could wear the most revealing and slutty clothing he could find, and Halloween was his favourite occasion by far.

That year, Riki had chosen an incredibly revealing mesh suit that was completely exposed over his impressive ass. He knew he had to have some sort of rationale for the costume, so he paired it with a pair of fluffy cat ears and stuck a tail to the back of the black thong that he'd chosen to wear underneath all of the mesh.

When Riki arrived at the party, everyone was in shock and awe at his costume. People didn't know whether to cheer or to discreetly look away, but one thing was for sure . . . everyone couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Every movement he made was seductive and alluring, and he had never felt sexier.

That was, until halfway through the night, when one of Riki's ex-friends stumbled up to him drunkenly.

"Well, don't you like hogging all the attention."

"Hi Max," Riki said with a sigh.

Max was wearing a leather cop outfit and looked incredible, but next to Riki, no one paid him the slightest bit of attention.

"I guess you think you're some sort of god wearing that slutty outfit."

Riki rolled his eyes. "Says the guy in skintight leather."

"You think you're so damn clever," Max laughed, stumbling back a little. "You'll see."

Riki, who had had more than enough of Max's drunken chat, turned around and made to walk away, but Max grabbed the tail on the back of the costume and tore it free.

Unfortunately for Riki, everyone's eyes were on the two of them at that moment, a moment where Riki's tail was no longer stuck just to the thong, but to the mesh suit, and as Max ripped it free, the ripping continued everywhere!

Riki's mesh suit ripped straight up the back, and along the waist, not to mention down one thigh, and Max just kept pulling, the sound of ripping fabric echoing round the room as everyone fell silent and watched them. Someone had even turned off the music.

Riki gasped as he watched the mesh quickly unravel before he was left in just his boots and the black thong, his entire body fully on show.

Riki froze, unsure what to do, when someone wolf-whistled behind him and yelled "nice bod". Pretty soon, everyone joined in and Riki took a bow. Why bother with mesh when you could just wear a thong?

"Looks like your plan backfired," Riki whispered to Max, before going off to enjoy the party.

Max growled, unable to stop his throbbing hard cock from tenting his leather pants at the sight of Riki showing off his perfect body!

Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 5

You guys wanted Kyle to keep quiet, and I fully support that! Let's see what trouble he gets into next - vote below!

Everything seemed to go out of Kyle’s brain at the sight of the incredibly hot guy dressed as a devil in front of him. He couldn’t even remember what he was doing there, let alone what he’d been doing the moment before.

“Okay? Me?”

The devil chuckled. “Yeah! I thought you said oh no or something, and your face looked a little panicked.”

Kyle briefly glanced down at his tight suit pants, the hole between his legs making him wince slightly at the thought of his pants splitting wide open in front of the hunky devil.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The devil took a few steps closer and Kyle nodded. There was no way that he wanted to tell the sexy guy in front of him that he was going commando and that he’d just ripped a hole in the crotch of his pants that could widen at any second.

“Yes, all good. Just a bit surprised to find a devil looking so . . . well . . .”

“Looking so hot?” the guy said, raising his eyebrows up and down with a cheeky grin.

Kyle laughed. “Yes, exactly that.”

“Well, that’s what the haunted house is all about. Why don’t you let me show you around? I’m Dane.”

“Kyle,” he said, stepping closer to Dane the devil and shaking his hand.

Dane held on to his hand with a tight grip and pulled Kyle closer, running his free hand down Kyle’s arm.

“Looks like Dracula has biceps.”

Despite his best attempt, Kyle found himself blushing. “I work out sometimes I guess.”

Dane put his lips to Kyle’s ear. “Me too! Come on.”

Dane kept hold of Kyle’s hand and pulled him down the hallway towards a pair of double doors.

“Are you ready to experience the House of Depravity in all its glory?”

Kyle nodded slowly, unsure what he was about to step into.

Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 4

You guys voted for Kyle to arrive safely but to have a malfunction as soon as he entered, and that's just what happens! But what befalls our hero next? Vote below! And comment if there's anything specific you'd like to see happen.

Also, for those that have asked, I will collate all daily posts into one long post on 1st Nov and post that so that you can read it all together :)

The drive to the Haunted House was somewhat uneventful, although Kyle took his time getting into his car, conscious of how insanely tight his pants felt across his ass and his thighs.

The address for the Haunted House led him to an old building at the edge of town that he was certain had once been a frat house for the local college. It was an old Victorian house with lanterns that lined the path to the front porch.

Kyle could hear laughter and voices coming from inside, but the outside was deserted.

As he walked along the path, his polished dress shoes clicked loudly on the stone paving, and Kyle wondered if the inside would feel just as creepy as the outside.

Kyle knocked loudly on the door and there was a brief pause before it swung open with a rusty creaking sound. Dim lights flickered in the corners of the hallway, but there was no one else in sight.

“Uh, hello?” Kyle called, but there was no response, just the sounds of distant laughter and chatter.

Taking a deep breath and reminding himself that this wasn’t an actual haunted house, but a Halloween thing, he stepped inside.

However, as his dress shoe connected with the highly polished wooden floor of the hall, Kyle’s foot slipped out from under him and for a brief second, his legs spread into an almost split, before he managed to pull them back together and stand upright.

Whilst his legs hadn’t done a full split, the hushed sound of a rip made Kyle panic that he’d done some serious damage to his pants. He looked down but couldn’t immediately see any issues. Praying it was just his imagination, Kyle ran his hands over the back of his pants, feeling how tightly the material clung to his ass, but there was no hole there either.

After a quick check that no one was in the hall with him, Kyle ran his fingers over the zipper and down to the crotch . . . and that’s when he found it. There was a small hole in the crotch of his pants about the size of a dime, just big enough that he could feel his balls through the hole.

“Oh no,” Kyle whispered, wondering how he’d get through the rest of the night with his pants in that precarious condition.

“Is everything okay?”

Kyle jumped and turned around, his mouth hanging open at the sight before him. A tall guy with dark hair and the most handsome face he’d ever seen, was stood in the doorway wearing a devil horns and a pair of skintight red leather shorts, that may as well have been hot pants. His body was like the statue of a god and Kyle couldn’t stop himself from eyeing the guy up and down.

“Are you okay? It looked like you were having some problems?”

Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 3

It was a close one but Kyle wearing his Halloween costume was the winner from yesterday's vote. Read on to see what he's wearing and vote for what happens next!

Kyle considered for a moment before deciding to wear his Halloween costume. After all, he didn’t want to have to worry about finding somewhere to change, and he definitely wouldn’t have time to do his hair and apply some make up if he had to change in his car.

Usually, Kyle spent a lot on his Halloween costumes, but this year, he’d been a little stretched for cash, so he’d decided to keep things simple. This year, he’d go as a vampire. He’d bought a floor length cape with a high winged collar, which he could wear with his old waiter uniform underneath. Once he slicked his dark hair back and applied some white face paint and some blood around his mouth, he’d be good to go, and he wouldn’t have to spend a fortune.

Back in college, Kyle had been a waiter at a fancy restaurant where, every night, he would have to serve customers wearing a white shirt, black bow tie, black suit pants and polished black leather dress shoes. He’d never thrown the uniform away, despite the amount of wear it had had, and he thought it would be perfect for a Dracula-esque costume.

Kyle laid the cape out on his bed and pulled on some black dress socks, before rummaging through his closet. The white shirt was a little creased, but he was confident no one would notice it too much under the cape. The black trousers still had his old leather belt looped through the waistband with his black bow tie clipped to one end of the belt, so he didn’t lose it. He tossed the clothing on the bed before pulling out the dress shoes, which needed a bit of polish but were still very much wearable.

The shirt was a little snugger than he remembered, but Kyle managed to button it before clipping on his black bow tie. The next thing was underwear. As a waiter, Kyle had forgone undies under the uniform to avoid any VPL, not to mention that his bulge often brought in more tips.

“Would be a shame to break tradition,” he said to himself as he grabbed the black suit pants and pulled them on.

The suit pants were definitely tighter than he remembered. By the time he got them to his waist, they clung to his thighs and his ass, and it took more time than he imagined to button and zip them up. The belt was very much ornamental and when he inspected himself in the mirror, he was convinced that the faded black pants were a little see through in the light, but he hoped he was wrong.

Carefully, Kyle bent down to put on his dress shoes, after he polished them, before slicking back his hair, doing his make-up and pulling on the cape.

Kyle grinned at his reflection. “Perfect! Now, haunted house here I come!"

Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 2

Our top choice was Haunted House, but before Kyle heads off he needs to shower and decide what to wear - vote below for your choice! Next part out tomorrow!

Unsure of what to do, Kyle decided to take a shower and then he could choose which event to go to first.

The water was hot and eased his muscles as he let the shower cascade down over his body. As he lathered himself in body wash, he couldn’t resist lingering on his cock. When was the last time he’d jerked off? He was usually a twice a day guy, but he wondered how he’d missed the last few days. Things had been pretty busy, but he didn’t usually neglect his jerk-off routine.

Kyle’s cock was at full attention when he grudgingly released his grip. He had a full evening of Halloween fun ahead and he could end the night with an epic jerk-off session before bed.

After drying himself off, Kyle tossed his towel on the bathroom floor and headed into his room. Catching his reflection in the mirror, Kyle smiled at the sight that met him. He’d never been overly muscular, and he’d never been skinny, but he had a thicker toned body with a hairy chest that trailed down over his stomach to his trimmed pubes, his thighs and his butt had always been naturally thicker than most and his cock was just as thick as the rest of him.

“Okay, let’s check out the haunted house first,” Kyle said to himself as he opened his closet.

After teasing his cock in the shower, he was in the mood for some scantily clad hunks jumping out at him, and it would be the perfect way to start his Halloween night.

The only choice he needed to make was did he wear his Halloween costume to the haunted house and risk spoiling it, or did he throw on something a little sexier for that trip and change in his car later?

Feel free to comment below with your ideas for costumes or sexy outfits!

Halloween 2025 - Daily Story - Part 1

I'm excited to kick-off our Halloween Daily Story and to get us started, I wanted to share how this will work. Each day I will write a segment of the story and will give you options to vote for what happens next, what someone does or wears, or what action someone takes.

In order to write daily, I will go with the most popular vote at the time I need to write.

This could be complete chaos and not work at all, but I thought it would be fun to try, so here goes - check out the first part below and vote for what you want to happen next! Catch you tomorrow!

Kyle Harrison absolutely loved Halloween! It was always his favourite holiday whether he was trick or treating as a kid, partying at college or doing fancy dress parties as an adult. There was just something about the spooky season that seemed to bring out the fun in people.

At 27, Kyle wondered if he should be a bit more mature about Halloween and go and see some sort of artsy movie or do a more adult dinner party, but he had invites to various far more exciting events and there was no way he was going to miss out on the fun to act like a grown up.

The question was, which did he do first?

An old college buddy had invited him to a costume party with his fraternity, which he would definitely need to check out.

A work colleague had invited him to a haunted house experience, where rumour had it, there were hot guys in skimpy costumes that jumped out of you, so he'd have to go to that.

And one of his ex's friends had invited him downtown where there was a fair and carnival in town.

He'd definitely save the costume party for last, but Kyle was unsure whether to hit the haunted house or the fair first?

October Story - Choose Your Scenario

The most popular vote by a landslide was Costume Party and I've come up with a few scenarios for you to choose from.

Vote below for your favourite (or feel free to pick more than one) and I'll get this written at the beginning of November.

Also, our September Story will be up later this week!

JockMailed - Chapter 6

Here's the next amended chapter of JockMailed - I hope you guys enjoy this one, and the JockMailed conclusion will be posted next month!

Jake looked at himself in the mirror and felt utterly ridiculous! After his humiliating gym session, Curtis had handed him a bag of clothes that he had to wear for their routine Saturday afternoon hike in the forest.

The white shirt was bursting at the seams, the buttons gaping so that unless he sucked his toned stomach in, you could see the bare flesh beneath. The leather trousers were like a second skin and barely covered his ample bubble butt. The purple silk bikini briefs were so tiny that it was similar to wearing a thong and they barely covered his butt either, so his ass crack was on show. What was making things more uncomfortable was the silver cock ring that he’d been told to put on. He’d never worn one before and it was keeping him in a constant state of arousal.

Curtis had then given him a pair of black leather lace up dress shoes that were a size too big with short laces that didn’t allow him to tie them very effectively and black socks.

‘You better hurry up, mate,’ Curtis said through the changing room door. ‘The girls will start coming in for Pilates soon and I doubt you want to be caught wearing that.’

With a resigned sigh, Jake opened the door and after a smile from Curtis, he followed him out of the gym and to the car.

Jake’s leather clad ass creaked on the leather seat as he got into the car and his shirt dug into his sides as the material pulled in even more tightly.

Curtis tried to make conversation on the drive to the forest layby they parked in, but Jake only responded when he had to. He still couldn’t believe that his best friend was blackmailing him. The other thing that kept playing on his mind was how much his cock seemed to be enjoying it. Twice now, Curtis had made Jake cum, and he just couldn’t stop himself from wondering what would happen next, which gave him a constant semi-erection.

When they pulled into the layby, Jake opened the door to get out, but Curtis didn’t move.

‘I have somewhere to be, so I’m not going to do all of the hike. However, here’s your instructions and I’ll be back to pick you up later.’

‘You mean, I’m hiking alone wearing this?’

‘You know what the alternative is.’

Jake snatched the piece of folded paper from Curtis’ hand and got out of the car as quickly as his restrictive outfit would allow. He left all of his stuff in Curtis’ car at Curtis’ instruction and watched as Curtis sped off, leaving him dressed in a ridiculous skintight outfit in the forest.

‘This is insane,’ Jake muttered to himself as he walked into the forest a little, so he was away from the road, before opening the piece of paper.

It’s time for your solo forest walk.

However, there’s a slight catch . . . I’ll pick you up from the West layby in 2 and a half hours. However, an hour into your walk when you reach the Oak Summit, you’re going to do a little task. You’ll find instructions taped to an oak tree when you get there and you better hurry because if the task isn’t completed and you aren’t there to be picked up, then you’ll have to make your own way home.

Enjoy!

Jake tossed the piece of paper into a bush and before he could process the enormity of what he had to do, he started walking towards Oak Summit, a hill that was crowned with a number of old oak trees.

Oak Summit took at least an hour to get to and it was a further hour to get to the West layby. If he had to do a task in the middle, he was going to have to really rush. The downside was that the tight outfit was incredibly restrictive, and Jake found himself unable to walk particularly quickly. It was made worse by the fact that his leather thighs creaked every time they rubbed together, the silk caressed his butt and his balls, and the cock ring was keeping him semi-erect.

It took nearly an hour and fifteen minutes before Jake reached the base of Oak Summit. The sun was up, and his white shirt was practically see through. He could feel how damp the purple silk bikini briefs were underneath his leather trousers and he was irritated by the loose dress shoes that kept slipping off his heels.

With a sigh, Jake started to walk up the steep incline to get to the top of the summit. The leather was now glued to his thighs from the sweat, and he could feel the moisture running down his back and into his butt crack. He couldn’t wait to get this hike over. It was making him so annoyed that he was half tempted to just let Curtis share the pictures. But every time that thought occurred to him, he felt sick and decided to keep going.

Just as he reached the top of the summit, his right dress shoe slipped off his heel and he stepped out of it. He twisted his upper body to turn around and put it back on, which was when two of the shirt buttons popped off, exposing his tanned, and muscular chest.

Cursing, Jake rammed his foot back into the shoe and shuffled along until it was back on properly. He found an envelope taped to one of the trees and tore it open.

The Task!

You’re going to hate this and I’m going to enjoy it! As you know, the path that leads down to the West layby is a curvy narrow path on a gradual decline.

Your task is this – after every 100 steps, you will remove an item of clothing and leave it in the middle of the path. The only items that can stay on are your socks and the cock ring.

Once you’re down to wearing just them, you will walk a further 300 steps before being able to run back and retrieve your clothes. Only then can you get dressed again.

The best part? I’m currently sat in my car in the West layby watching you read this on my laptop. I stole a loud of equipment from the media studies department and the path is rigged so I can watch you complete your task.

If you fail to comply, you know the rules.

Now, get moving, you don’t want to be left stranded in that outfit. Let’s just hope that no one wanders down that path, if you have to hide or stray into the forest then you might miss your lift.

Good luck . . . mate!

Jake looked around to try and see the cameras, but with the time limits in place, he knew he couldn’t afford to hunt them down.

The path to the West layby was usually deserted as it was further to drive to than any of the others, so there wasn’t usually anyone wandering around there.

‘Okay, I can do this,’ Jake said to himself.

Jake started the count to 100 as he made his way down the long winding path to the West layby. The path was only four feet across, and dense bushes and trees grew up the sides the whole way along.

When Jake reached 100, he kicked off the left dress shoe and left it in the middle of the path. After another 100 steps, he kicked off the right dress shoe, leaving it on its side.

Jake was now sweating profusely and was almost looking forward to getting naked so that his legs and ass would get some air.

After another 100 steps in his socks, Jake went to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt, but two of them came off in his hands leaving only one button still attached. He undid it and with some difficulty, he managed to pull the skintight, wet material from his sticky upper body.

With a quick glance around, Jake dropped the shirt into the middle of the path and continued on.

When he reached 100 again, he was already starting to feel a bit cooler. He undid the button and fly on the leather pants and started to pull them down, but they wouldn’t budge. The sweat was making the leather stick to his legs and butt like glue, and they just wouldn’t move.

Cursing under his breath, Jake bent over to tug them down from the knee and as he did so, he heard a small ripping sound. He ran his fingers along the rear seam and felt a small hole in centre of the seam.

With some effort, Jake managed to get the leather trousers to his knees, the cool air on his thighs making him sigh with relief. He kicked them off and left them on the path before pulling the silk bikini briefs out of his butt crack. The silk was sodden and his balls were hanging out of the side of the pouch.

After tucking himself back in, Jake started to get hard again and the cock ring made his dick jump and pulse with arousal.

By the time Jake had completed the next 100 steps, his purple briefs had crept back up his ass and he yanked them out before sliding them to his ankles. He stepped out of them, his hard cock swinging free.

Leaving the briefs behind wasn’t as easy as he was now naked except for his socks and the cock ring. He couldn’t stop wondering what would happen if someone came along. What the hell would he do?

Jake stood up resolutely and carried on walking forwards, counting to 300 and moving as quickly as he could.

Just as Jake reached 234 steps, he heard a sound and stopped in his tracks. He got as far as 239 when he heard the unmistakable sound of voices. At 252, he knew the voices were coming towards him and he dived into the trees on his right-hand side and crouched down, thankful that he’d be hidden from sight.

The voices became clearer, and his heart sank when he realised it was three guys from the rugby team.

‘Curtis was right, this is a better route,’ one of them said.

‘Yeah, I always wondered why him and Jake did their weekly hike. It’s not bad.’

Jake couldn’t believe it. Curtis had set him up and now he was naked in the forest with three of the guys from his rugby team. He still had another 48 steps to do before he could go back and retrieve his clothes.

As the voices disappeared, Jake stuck his head out of the bushes and was relieved to see that the path was empty. The guys were obviously heading up to the summit so he should have plenty of time.

Jake completed his last 42 steps before turning around and running back in the direction of his clothes. As his socked feet padded along the dusty forest floor, he had the shocking realisation that the three guys from the rugby team would have had to have walked past his clothes.

Jake felt sick.

What if they took them? Or ripped them? Or threw them somewhere?

As Jake approached a corner on the path, he stuck his head around to make sure the path was clear and he was relieved to see his purple silk bikini briefs crumpled at the side of the path.

Jake grabbed them and pulled them up, relieved to no longer be naked. His hard cock was starting to hurt from being solid for so long and it barely fit into the small silk pouch of the briefs.

Feeling a little happier and praying he wasn’t out of time yet, Jake continued to run down the path, but when he reached the place he’d left his leather pants, they were no longer there. Panicked, Jake ran further along the path, but aside from two buttons, his shirt was gone as well.

‘This can’t be happening,’ he said in a whisper as he ran further along the path.

As he approached the next bend in the path, he heard voices again and held back.

‘There’s the other shoe,’ one of the guys laughed.

‘Who the fuck would leave their clothes out here?’ another said.

‘Dunno,’ the third one said. ‘What shall we do with them?’

‘You don’t know where they’ve been, mate. Just toss them in the trees and leave them.’

The boys muttered their agreement and Jake waited impatiently for them to move on.

When their voices had disappeared into the distance, he rounded the corner and raced along the path, desperately trying to see where they’d thrown his clothes.

Jake spotted a shoe at the side of the path and bent down to pick it up, the purple silk sliding into the deep crevice of his crack. He looked around like a mad man trying to spot his clothes and was relieved when he saw his leather pants and the shirt caught up on a tree.

Jake pushed his way into the bushes around the base of the tree and stepped on the other dress shoe. He pushed his foot into it before jumping up and grabbing the trousers and the shirt.

Jake pulled the shirt on and left the buttons undone, before slipping off the dress shoe he’d put on and pulling on the leather trousers. The inside of the trousers was still damp, and it was no easy task to get them back up. His throbbing hard cock made matters even more difficult, and he could only get the fly halfway up thanks to the tent in the purple briefs. The trousers were still unbuttoned, but they were so tight that they weren’t likely to fall down so Jake slipped the shoes back on and ran in the direction of the West layby.

When Jake was most of the way there, the right dress shoe flicked off of his foot and skidded away from him. Dripping with sweat, Jake turned around and bent down to retrieve it, but that was the worst thing he could have done. His leather trousers had been stretched to their limits since he put them on and with a small hole in the rear seam, they finally gave up. With an almighty loud rip, the trousers shredded open with a loud RRRRIIIPPPPP, and the rear seam burst open from crotch to waistband, his purple silk clad butt coming into view.

‘Oh, shit!’ Jake said as his hands flew to his butt to inspect the damage.

He stood up and the leather trousers fell down at the front revealing the tent in the briefs.

Jake pushed his foot back in the shoe and holding on to the leather trousers at the front, he continued the run to the car park. However, with the leather trousers already ripped open, the pressure of his bulging thigh muscles as he ran caused the ripping to spread slowly down the inside thigh seams and by the time he got to the layby, they were ripped down to the knee on both sides.

‘He’s still here,’ Jake said with a sigh of relief.

‘Looks like you made it,’ Curtis said as he got out of the car.

‘I can’t believe you set me up like that – what the fuck would I have done if the guys had seen me?’

Curtis just laughed. ‘You should see the video – it was a great show.’

‘You’re an arse hole. Take me home.’

Curtis locked the car by pressing the button on his key. ‘You don’t seriously think you’re just going home?’

‘What more do you want?’ Jake yelled.

‘I’d be quieter if I were you. The guys from the rugby team are probably heading back about now and you wouldn’t want them to see you like this.’

Jake hadn’t thought of that and started to panic at the thought of it. ‘What do I have to do?’

‘Simple! Get naked and Jake off until you cum. Then I’ll give you some proper clothes and take you home, but if we start to hear the guys coming back, I leave you here.’

Jake didn’t hesitate. He pulled the shirt off, flicked the shoes off of his feet and kicked off the torn remnants of the leather trousers. He tugged the briefs down and his cock slapped against his stomach as it came free from its silk prison.

Jake groaned as he grabbed his cock. He’d never known it to be so hard in his entire life and it was almost sore from being hard for so long. He jerked off as fast as he could, his free hand going from his butt to his balls and back again.

‘Slap your arse a bit,’ Curtis instructed, and Jake didn’t miss the bulge in Curtis’ jeans.

Jake did as he was told and gently slapped his bubble butt, the cheeks bouncing slightly with each smack. His slaps got harder, and he started to moan more loudly as he felt his balls tighten. Part of him was terrified of getting caught, but he couldn’t deny that the whole situation was turning him on.

Jake was on the brink of blowing his load everywhere when Curtis stepped towards him and grabbed his wrist.

‘You can stop now.’

Jake’s cock throbbed and pulsed as if it was looking for the hand that had been stroking it.

‘What do you mean? I’m nearly there.’

Curtis shook his head and smiled. ‘I don’t think we’ll let you cum just yet.’

Curtis unlocked the car, opened the door and tossed Jake a pair of navy satin shorts and a black vest. ‘Put those on and get in.’

Jake’s hand went back to his cock, but Curtis shook his head. ‘If you cum, you’re finished.’

Jake had never felt so frustrated in his life and he practically let out a sob as he pulled the shorts up over his painfully throbbing hard on. He pulled on the vest and climbed into the car, the shorts tenting obscenely.

‘Now what?’ Jake asked.

‘Now, we’re going to mine to change and then head out to the movies, just like we always do.’

‘You want me to Jake off at your house?’

Curtis laughed. ‘I never said that but enjoy the rest of the evening with that hard on.’

Jake gritted his teeth in frustration and desperation. What had started off as something terrifying had become fun and sexual, but it was now turning into something torturous. How the hell was he going to get through the evening?

The Future of Create Your Own Adventure . . .

Hello my awesome Top Tiers!

So, Create Your Own Adventure has been running for just over 2 years now, which is crazy and as I'm planning for next year, I'm starting to wonder what to do with CYOA.

This year, we've continued Dan's story, but I'm really interested to know what you guys would like to see me do with CYOA moving forward. Do we continue, do we start over, do we switch to monthly like Mystery Manor? What do you think?

Please comment on this post with your ideas or drop me a message.

I have put a poll with a few ideas below (you can vote for as many options as you like), but I'd really love to hear what you guys want in terms of a regular serial!

Photo Story #75 - H25-1

For our first Halloween photo story, I wanted to share a story that a friend of a friend shared with me after last Halloween.

Anyone familiar with the Silent Hill video game franchise will recognise these outfits as Pyramid Head, often portrayed with a muscular body, bondage attire and a hideous pyramid cage on his head.

Whilst the friend of a friend did not attend the costume party with a body this chiselled, he did go dressed as Pyramid Head. He wore black leather boots, a pair of pleather shorts and a harness - a standard over both shoulders and across the chest - black leather and silver. He's got a good body, thick and fairly toned, but a little softer in the belly.

So, for the purpose of this story share, we'll call him Angelo!

Angelo turned up to this halloween party and put on the Pyramid head piece. Immediately, he knew how stupid the costume was - he could barely see and the head piece was heavy and clunky, making it difficult to even get through doors.

But, he loved the costume idea, he thought he looked sexy as hell, and he wanted to show off his body and enjoy the attention that so many like to lap up at Halloween.

So, the party gets going, Angelo takes his head piece for a few hours to enjoy some beers and chatting and dancing, and then someone wants to do photos of everyone together with their costumes on.

Angelo puts the head piece back on and some of his friends help him get in the right position for the photos. During the photos, there's a lot of laughing and noise and Angelo can't really hear much with the head piece on.

So, once photos are done, one of his buddies comes up behind him and yanks down the pleather shorts he's wearing. Now, there are two issues here - one, the shorts were so tight that he only managed to get them to mid-thigh, and two, the shorts were so tight that Angelo couldn't wear briefs or boxers underneath so opted to go commando.

With shorts at mid-thigh, his bare ass, cock and balls are on full show and everyone still has their phones out, so immediately starts recording.

Angelo tries to pull his shorts up but the pleather material is damp from sweat and is so tight that where they've been yanked down, the waistband has kinda rolled slightly, so it's no longer a simple case of just pulling them back up. But with the head piece on, he can't see or move well enough to sort them out, which leaves him stumbling about, trying to pull up his shorts whilst everyone films him and laughs.

Eventually, one of his friends take pity and helps him remove the head piece, so that he can finally sort out the shorts and cover up, but by that point, the damage has been done.

Sadly, I've never seen the footage from this, despite trying very hard to get hold of it, but when this photo popped up on Insta last week, I couldn't resist sharing Angelo's story with you guys.

Have you ever had a costume malfunction or been exposed at a party? Let me know in the comments below.

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 35

You guys voted for Chase and Luke to get Dan and Adonis naked and I am more than happy to give you what you want =P I hope you enjoy this instalment and vote below for what you want to happen next!

Despite the fact that he had no idea what was going to happen to him, and despite the fact that he’d allowed himself to be completely at the mercy of Chase and Luke, Dan was still hard as a rock. Seeing Adonis stood in the alley wearing nothing but socks, garters, shoes and a ridiculously tight and tiny pair of briefs was making Dan want to rip his own clothes off so that he and Adonis could go at it right there in the alley.

But there was a problem with that . . . Chase and Luke had Adonis’ clothes and didn’t seem keen on giving them back. The two of them walked away a little, talking in hushed tones, leaving Dan and Adonis alone.

“Why do I get the impression that I’m not getting my pants back?” Adonis said with a sigh.

Dan laughed. “Because you’re intuitive as well as sexy?”

Adonis smiled. “So, what happened to you? I assume you didn’t intentionally come out shirtless with a busted fly.”

Dan looked down and quickly adjusted his pants, the fly gaping and revealing the mesh of his briefs. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later.”

“I look forward to it.”

“I know this is probably not the time or place to say this,” Dan said with a nervous blush. “But you look so fucking sexy like that.”

Adonis looked down at his exposed body, the barely there briefs and the socks, shoes and garters. “You really do like me exposed, huh?”

Before Dan could respond, Chase and Luke came back over to them with devilish smiles on their faces.

“So, we think Adonis is hot,” Luke said, looking him up and down. “So, we’ve decided that he needs to join our fun this evening. If he doesn’t, he won’t get his clothes back.”

“As I expected,” Adonis sighed.

“And, if Dan wants to keep enjoying the fun, he needs to match Adonis’ outfit, so you need to lose the pants.”

Dan looked down at his pants and frowned. “You mean, right here?”

Luke nodded. “Yep. Get your pants off.”

There was no one else in the alley besides the four of them, but the main street was so close by that Dan could hear and see people walking past.

“I guess I don’t have much choice.”

“You don’t,” Chase said as he folded his arms.

Dan’s hands slowly moved to the belt buckle, which took a lot of tugging to loosen after he’d done it up so tightly before. As soon as the belt was undone, the pants slipped down his hips to his thighs, the sight of his hard cock tenting his briefs making all three guys chuckle.

“I told you he’d be hard again already,” Luke laughed.

Dan yanked the pants off over his shoes and stood there in just his socks, shoes and briefs. If he garters, then he and Adonis would match. Chase stepped up close to Dan and took his pants before sliding a hand down over Dan’s stomach to his cock, which he squeezed a couple of times, making Dan’s knees tremble.

“And now the briefs. That goes for both of you,” Chase said with a smile.

Dan couldn’t believe his ears. He was going to be practically naked and hard in public with nowhere to hide.

“Clock’s ticking boys,” Luke said.

Adonis looked somewhat defeated as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his brief and wrestled them down to his ankles before kicking them off and standing up, unable to hide his hard dick, which glistened with precum.

Dan followed suit, yanking down his briefs, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach with a meaty slap. He stepped out of them, stood there in just his socks and dress shoes, feeling exposed, horny and incredibly nervous.

“Right, I’m going to take care of these, and Luke will tell you what’s going to happen now.”  

Chase picked up the two pairs of briefs and walked off with them, and the rest of the clothes.

Dan could only imagine what they had in store for them next.

October Story

So, for this month's story, I have a few scenarios in mind, but we'll start with location.

Vote below for the one you like the sound of the most and then I'll share a few detailed scenarios for you to choose!

Halloween Photos?

Now that we're into October, I'm starting to think about Halloween themed photo stories and I'd love for you guys to share some of your favorite Halloween themed photos with me.

It could be hunky guys in slutty costumes, guys having wardrobe malfunctions at parties or it could just be photos of hot guys in costumes - the choice is yours.

If you've got a photo to share, you can send me the link in message on here, or drop it in the comments below, email me suitedwestend55@gmail.com or private message me on X or Insta - @suitedwestend

Can't wait to see what you guys share, and I'll use my faves for this month's photo stories.

And the Winners are . . .

A big thank you to all of you who entered the September Commission Giveaway.

All entrants have been loaded into the magical mystery wheel and the winners are . . .

1,500 word commission - LKFinStar

Photo Story - DrewGM

Congratulations to you both and you'll find a message in your Patreon inbox with details of how to claim.

Both commissions will be posted during October.

Our next Commission Giveaway will take place in December!

What's happening in October?

October is upon us and that means Halloween antics are back! I've got an exciting line-up for this month so without further ado, here's what you can expect this month!

For Halloween, I'll be doing a suitably themed monthly story for higher tiers, along with some awesome costume related photo stories (one of which will be shared with all patrons).

Also, this Halloween, I'll be trying something new! From 20th - 31st, I will be writing a bit of a story a day - a fun Halloween party romp, and you guys get to choose what happens for the next part. It could be a bit messy and chaotic, but hey - it's October so let's give it a shot!

Our commission winners will be announced shortly and I'll be writing and sharing those with you all - one 1,500 word commission, and one photo story.

We'll have 2 instalments of Create Your Own Adventure - Dan and I'll be doing a poll for higher tiers on the future of CYOA for next year.

I'll be sharing the September story for higher tiers - as voted for by you, I'll be doing a new story about Chuck from Photo #69 - the most popular scenario was the on stage strip and jerk show, so watch out for that coming soon!

We'll have the next instalment of Mystery Manor this month, along with a new chapter of JockMailed and, as voted for by higher tiers, the next chapter of Educating Stepdad!

I'm also hoping to get the last two audio recordings of Groomsman Nightmare uploaded this month, but don't hold me to that!

Finally, I'll be on vacation from 10th to 19th October - I will get some posts scheduled to post during that time, but please bear with me if things are a little quieter and responses are a little delayed during that time!

Here's to happy, Spooktacular month!

Derek Bares All - Chapter 2

By popular demand, Derek is back! When we last saw him, he'd had his briefs and shorts stolen and was forced to drive home naked from the waist down. He was asked to return the following Sunday and we all know he's going to, but what happens when he does?

Derek spent the entire week thinking about his forest walk. Every time he jerked off, he remembered how it good it had felt to be bare and exposed in the open like that, but each time, the orgasm was nowhere near as incredible as the one he’d had on Sunday. Then there was the note to think about – the guy who had stolen his briefs and his shorts, forcing him to drive home naked from the waist down. The note had said to return again on Sunday, and he was constantly thinking about whether he should or not. He desperately wanted to get naked again, but what if this guy took photos or videos of him and blackmailed him? Or what if he tried to kidnap him or something?

By the time Sunday rolled around, Derek was frustrated. His orgasms had been so mediocre all week that all he wanted to do was go outside, strip naked and enjoy the incredible feeling of being bare to the sun.

So, after a quick shower, he decided to return to the forest.

Derek figured his best bet would be to go at the same time, assuming that’s what the guy meant by suggesting Sunday again. Hopefully, he’d arrive, and his shorts and briefs would just be sat by the path, or there’d be a note telling him where to find them.

Unlike the previous Sunday, it was a cloudy day, still warm, but nowhere near as sweltering as the week before. Unsurprisingly, the layby where he’d parked before was empty. Given the weather, he was even less likely to see anyone than he had done last time.

“Here goes nothing,” Derek said to himself as he opened the car door and stepped out.

This time he’d worn the same sneakers, a pair of socks, a slightly ripped white tee that had seen better days and a pair of silky basketball shorts that hugged his thighs.

The wooded area on the other side of the layby was just as quiet, but he meticulously explored every inch of it hoping that the guy who’d taken his shorts and briefs had returned them and just left there for him to find.

No such luck!

It was then that Derek wondered if the whole thing had been some sort of prank. What if they’d stolen his shorts and briefs and left a note to entice him back when they’d just tossed his clothes out of their car window, no sooner had they left. He could wait around for hours, and no one would even show. He could have kicked himself for not considering that option before.

But . . . now he was in the forest, it seemed silly to waste the opportunity.

After all, it was a cloudy day, the layby was empty and he was even less likely to see anyone, so why shouldn’t he get his clothes off and do what he’d been dreaming about all week.

Grinning, Derek crossed through the wooded area and into the forest proper, walking along the gravel path until he was back under the tree cover. Looking around to ensure no one had appeared and listening out for the slightest sound that could be someone’s footfalls, he tugged his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it down against the base of a tree.

“Ah fuck yeah,” he moaned, grabbing his dick through his shorts, his dick that was already hard just from the short walk and removing his tee.

Derek toed off his sneakers and yanked off his socks, tossing them with his shirt, before pulling his shorts and briefs down in one go and kicking them over to his other clothes.

He’d done it. He was finally naked outdoors again, his dick hard and eager, and the adrenalin racing through him so fast that he felt lightheaded.

Derek took one last look at his clothes before he started to walk further into the forest. This time he wanted to get some real distance from them, be completely exposed to the elements, and not give in to his dick quickly. He wanted to edge and make it last.

Unfortunately for Derek, things wouldn’t quite go to plan. Just five minutes into his walk, he turned a sharp bend on the path and froze at the sight of a guy a little older than him, sat on a tree stump holding . . . oh fuck . . . a pair of shorts and a pair of briefs.

“I wondered how long it would be before you appeared. Although, I confess I thought you’d be dressed.”

Derek was torn between asking for his clothes back or covering his dick and running back to the clothes he’d removed barely a few minutes before.

“No need to be shy,” the guy said. “I love the view.”

Blushing, Derek covered his dick with his hands, which wasn’t easy given how hard and thick he was, or how sticky the end of his dick was with precum.

“Can I have my clothes back?” Derek asked weakly, knowing the answer when the guy grinned at him.

“I don’t think so, but I’ll tell you what. You cum right here and now, and give me a decent show, and I’ll give you your shorts and briefs. Deal?”

Derek couldn’t believe this guy. Who steals someone’s clothes and then uses them to demand a jerk off show? There was no way he could do such a thing. Or . . . could he?

“So if I cum, you’ll give me my shorts and briefs back, and that’s it?”

The guy smiled and for the first time, Derek appreciated how damn handsome the man was. “Yep, that’s the deal.”

Derek nodded. “Okay. I guess I don’t have much choice.”

The man laughed. “Oh no. You have plenty of choice. You’re choosing to do this. You don’t need these shorts or these briefs, but you want to jerk off for me.”

Part of him wanted to argue, but as his dick twitched in his hands, Derek knew he was right. Being exposed like this, and being caught by this handsome guy, it was hot, and he was so desperate to cum.

“Fine, I’m choosing to do this.”

The guy dropped the shorts and the briefs on the floor and leaned back a little. “Get to it then.”

Feeling a little unsure of himself, Derek slowly lowered his hands exposing his throbbing hard cock. The guy licked his lips and smiled, nodding to encourage him. Derek wrapped one hand around his cock and started to slowly jerk back and forth.

A breeze whispered through the trees and tickled its way along Derek’s body, hardening his nipples and teasing his balls.

“Ah fuck,” he moaned, increasing his speed.

The guy watched him with hunger in his eyes, and the combination of the spectator, the breeze and the exposure had Derek jerking faster and squeezing his dick harder.

“Let me see that ass,” the guy instructed, adjusting himself inside his jeans.

Wrapped up in the moment, Derek turned around and used his free hand to squeeze his meaty cheeks before slowly bending forward, feeling the breeze on his hole as he gave the guy a glimpse of his most intimate area.

“Mmmmm fuck you’re hot,” the guy growled.

Derek blushed but couldn’t stop the smile that lit his face. His balls swung between his legs as he continued to jerk off, feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer.

Turning back around, Derek leaned back against the tree behind him, his thighs spread, his balls tight between his legs.

“Fuck yeah, cum for me.”

Derek couldn’t have stopped himself even if he wanted to. He was too close, too horny, too worked up. He twisted his wrist with each pass over the head of his cock, finding that spot that made him weak in the knees. With another twist, he reached the point of no return and the first rope of cum shot from his cock and spattered on to the ground.

“Oh, you’re a good boy,” the guy said, his tongue between his teeth.

Derek growled as he milked his cock, cum covering the ground, his feet and his thighs, not to mention his hand.

When the orgasm had finally stopped, he took a deep breath and realised what he’d just done. He’d jerked off out in the open with a guy watching him like he was some sort of private dancer.

“You can have these back, as promised, but don’t put them on until you’re back at the car. Laters sexy.”

Without another word, the guy slapped Derek on the ass and disappeared through the trees, leaving him covered in cum and wondering what the hell he’d just done. After a few minutes of contemplating his existence, Derek bent down and picked up the briefs and shorts before walking quickly back to where he’d left his actual outfit.

When he reached the tree where he’d left his clothes, he wasn’t sure whether he was surprised or not that only his sneakers and socks remained.

“Not again,” he sighed.

A piece of paper was shoved into one of his sneakers, along with his keys.

That was quite the show. Same time next week. Adam

“At least he has a name,” Derek said aloud before piling his sneakers and socks in his arms and continuing back to the layby.

After a few more minutes of walking, his dick started to chub up again and he couldn’t believe that he was remotely horny after an orgasm that amazing, but inexplicably he was. When he reached the layby, he put on last week’s briefs and shorts, before putting on his socks and sneakers. He shoved the note in the pocket and climbed into his car, horny and surprised by how desperate he was for next Sunday. Adam was hot and Derek couldn’t want to see what was in store for him next.

If you enjoyed this story, please give it some love, and let me know in the comments what you'd like to see happen to Derek next!

Photo Story #74

I've had this idea in my head for a while - I'd love to know what you guys think of this one and whether this format is something you'd like to see more of in the future. Can you relate to this? Have you ever had a fleeting obsession with someone you've barely met? Let me know in the comments!

I'd been working in the city for years and enduring my long commute home on the underground for what felt like forever. I often ended up staying in the office late and was rarely home before ten.

The commute was always the same - walk to the tube station, wait for a train, force my way aboard, stand until a seat came free and slowly enjoy the sight of the carriage emptying as we got further from central London. Typically, by the time we reached the end of the line, I had a carriage to myself.

Commutes were spent playing games on my phone or reading, anything that kept me in my own little bubble, blocking out those around me.

But on a random September Monday, I was ripped from my bubble by one of the most incredible experiences of my life.

It was like any other night when I left the office, bag slung over my shoulder, tie loosened and desperate to get home, eat and strip out of my suit. The tube wasn't as busy as usual and I managed to get a seat in the middle of the carriage straight away.

Fifteen stops until home . . .

I flicked through my phone, wishing I could go on X or Insta and look at something to get my dick hungry, but there were too many people around, so I settled for some stupid farm game.

Fourteen stops . . .

A guy boarded the train and stood near the door, his suit trousers so tight that I could make out his brief lines. He wasn't the most attractive guy in the world, but seeing his brief lines made my dick twitch.

Thirteen stops . . .

The guy got off the train, but was replaced by an absolute god who'd clearly just finished a workout. His spandex shorts were longer than his actual shorts, but they still showed off his muscular thighs to perfection. There was still sweat on his forehead as he took a seat opposite me and spread his legs in that masculine way that says "I'll take up as much space as I want - my balls need it."

Twelve stops . . .

My phone was forgotten in my hand, my entire attention on the stud in front of me. He replied to a couple of messages on his phone before sliding it into his bag and leaning back, his arms folded behind his head, his biceps teasing me through the long sleeve sweater he was wearing. I wanted to smell his armpits, I wanted to lift his sweater and lick the sweat from his pecs.

Eleven stops . . .

The carriage had started to empty out, but the stud was still there. He'd closed his eyes and seemed to be settling in for a long ride. With his eyes closed, I did a quick look around me before sneaking a couple of photos for later. His bulge was begging for my attention and it took every ounce of self control not to get on my knees right there in the middle of the carriage.

Ten stops . . .

More people left the carriage and the god hadn't opened his eyes. Was he sleeping or was he just blocking out the world? I'd stared so much at his incredible legs that I could practically map his leg hair pattern from memory. I had never been so utterly besotted by a guy since I was a teenager. He was sheer perfection and I wanted him more badly than I'd ever wanted anything.

Nine stops . . .

I was convinced he was asleep. His breathing had slowed and his face had lost any tension. If it was possible, he looked even more perfect in sleep. I wondered what it would feel like to be so confident and comfortable with yourself that you could take up so much space on a train and just fall asleep, legs spread, body fully available for anyone to view, people like me perving on every part of him.

Eight stops . . .

At first, I thought I was imagining it . . . a shift in his crotch. His bulge was on full display, clearly a guy who had no qualms about everyone analysing every inch of him, but there was definitely a twitch . . . was he getting hard? No! I was just imagining things, willing to see him hard and throbbing before he woke up, locked eyes with me and invited me back to his place. I was just imagining it.

Seven stops . . .

There was no way I was imagining it. His cock was getting hard and it was pushing straight up. I was convinced he was asleep and maybe his body was reacting to a dream, or maybe it was just enjoying this post-pump endorphins, but his dick was definitely thicker. My eyes were locked on his crotch. I barely blinked, wanting to watch every second.

Six stops . . .

My mouth had filled with saliva at the sight before me. His cock was hard and I wanted to run my tongue over every beautiful inch. I wasn't sure if it was the movement of the carriage, but at one point, I thought it throbbed. Fuck, I wanted him!

Five stops . . .

Aside from a guy stood by the doors on his phone, the carriage is empty except for me and the man of my dreams, a man who is asleep and hard. The things I longed to do to him.

Four stops . . .

The guy by the doors has gone and it's just me and god! The atmosphere in the carriage feels electric. My hands are clenched into fists, my desire to touch him so strong that I daren't move for fear of doing something inappropriate. My own cock is just as hard as his, throbbing against the inside of my suit pants. I lick my lips as I watch his dick occasionally pulse, so desperate to touch it, to lick it . . .

Three stops . . .

I lean forward in my seats, my elbows resting on my knees. I'm just inches away from touching him, but I can't do it. What if I felt it and woke up? What if he caught me? Or what if he wanted me to? These thoughts warred in my brain, begging me feel him, begging me to get off the train, begging me to run away before I did something I regretted.

Two stops . . .

My hands are shaking. I hold them tightly together. I can feel the precum I've leaked inside my briefs, the soft cotton damp and warm against my cock. I'm surprised my lip isn't bleeding after biting down on it so often. The god continues to slumber - fuck, he's so . . . there are no words for what he is in that moment. We're nearly at the end of the line. I'll have to wake him. Or perhaps he'll wake of his own accord?

One stop . . .

The carriage is still empty and I can feel the train slowing into its final destination . . . my final destination. He's still hard. I'm still hard. He's still asleep and I've never been more awake in my life, my entire body feeling like it's running on electricity. I want to touch him before we never see each other again, but I can't bring myself to breach consent, to take advantage . . . and then he wakes. His beautiful eyes flutter open and lock on to mine. I feel like I've been caught doing something unbelievably perverted . . . which I guess I have, but he smiles, a smile that is equal parts hungry and satisfied.

"So, are we going to yours or mine?" he says, in a deep voice that sends shivers down my spine.

I stare dumbfounded. "Excuse me?"

"You've been fucking me with your eyes since I sat down. Only fair that I get to fuck you in return."

The train stops, the doors hiss open and he stands, throwing his back over his shoulder. He offers me his hand.

"So, are you coming?"

My dick throbbed and I nodded. Yes, yes I was!

Mystery Manor - Chapter 2

I'm excited to share this month's instalment of Mystery Manor. This time, we get to hear the rules of the weekend and our youngest guest, Zac, tests them almost immediately . . .

I hope you guys enjoy and please give this some love if you do!

Rules and Consequences

After what could only be described as the most uncomfortable car ride in the world, Zac Daniels followed the other five men, and the butler, through the double doors into a huge entrance hall with two curved staircases that climbed up to the first floor, one on either side of the high-ceilinged space.

“Through here please, gentlemen,” the butler called, standing next to another set of double doors that were open and lead into a spacious drawing room, filled with leather armchairs, a huge fireplace – that was mercifully dormant – and a number of small tables with lamps.

Zac had felt a knot of anxiety in his stomach ever since he’d opened the damn invitation, and he’d felt even worse when the suit and the silk boxers turned up. He was a bar manager at one of London’s most exclusive hotels and he never wore a suit. The trousers were so tight that they dug into his hips, and the silk boxers seemed to slide between his cheeks with every movement.

The car ride had been another wave of anxiety, particularly when the car had stopped to pick up a guy in his thirties who’d politely introduced himself as Hugh, before saying nothing for the rest of the journey.

“Please take a seat,” the butler asked politely as he picked up a tray of drinks and started handing them out as he moved around the room.

Zac bit his lip. The butler was hot! He’d have guessed the guy was in his thirties but couldn’t say exactly how old. He had dark hair, a strong jaw, a handsome face, and wore a black suit that hugged every muscle in his body, which seemed to be very much the theme of the event. As far as Zac could tell, every guy there was as hot as fuck and the tight suits they’d all been dressed in made him feel like he was in some sort of Men at Play special.

Even with the fireplace unlit, Zac felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he took a seat in one of the armchairs. He could feel how damp the shirt was under his arms, and he longed to get to his room so he could strip off the warm suit, not to mention the silk boxers that still teased his crack and his balls with every shift.

“Before we begin,” the handsome butler announced, standing in front of the fireplace. “One of our waiters, Ralph, will come round and take your keys and phones. As per the invitation, these will be stored for you until you leave on Monday.”

Zac noticed several of the guys looking worried or even angry about relinquishing their phones, but Zac didn’t care at all. He’d brought one of his burner phones with him, his real phone at home in his safe. He handed the phone and his key to Ralph when he came around and settled back into his seat, praying he’d get to go to his room and cool off for a while before whatever miserable dinner would be planned.

“When will our host be joining us?” a guy in his forties wearing a pink tie said.

The butler smiled. “Our host will be joining us later in the weekend. For now, it is my job to bring you up to speed on the rules of the house and to get you settled into your stay with us.”

Zac frowned. When he’d received the invitation and listened to the recorded blackmail message, he’d hoped to meet the bastard that held his future in his hands.

“What are these rules?” a guy a little older than Zac wearing a black tie asked.

The butler pulled an expensive looking piece of stationary from his pocket and unfolded it. “Allow me to read them to you, and please do pay close attention.”

Feeling intrigued, Zac a little more forward in his seat.

“Dear guests,” the butler began. “I look forward to meeting you in the course of this weekend, but for now, please allow my butler, Harrison, to explain the rules of the gala. You are all here for similar reasons. If you had delusions of being able to hide your secrets, you will be sorely disappointed. When Harrison has announced the rules, you will be shown to your rooms and before dinner, each of you will introduce yourselves. For now, you will only share your name, occupation and age, but rest assured that you will be getting your skeletons out of the closet in the days to come.”

Every man in the room shifted uncomfortably.

Zac’s blackmail message had been clear. They knew that he’d been using the hotel bar as a front for his prostitution and drug ring and they had enough evidence to not only shut it down but to put him in prison for life. He had no wish for anyone else to discover that little secret, even though he was convinced that he’d seen one of the guys using his secret firm’s services before.

“Now to the rules. You have all been provided with a fully stocked wardrobe for the weekend and you will only wear what you’ve been instructed to wear at any given time. If you do not follow these instructions, or any of the others, you will be asked to leave, and I’m sure I don’t need to remind you what that means.”

Zac looked down at the tight suit and sighed, praying that he would get something a little more comfortable to wear for the rest of the weekend.

“The gala weekend has a fully packed schedule of activities, and you will be expected to fully participate in every activity. Failure to do so will result in your being asked to leave us.”

“What sort of activities?” pink tie asked before Zac had a chance.

“All will be revealed in good time, sir,” Harrison said with a smile before returning to the paper. “During your stay at Vasquez Manor, you are forbidden from masturbation or ejaculation, unless directed and with granted permission. If you are unable to abide by this rule, you will also be asked to leave.”

Sighing, Zac looked down at his crotch where the silk boxers had given him a constant semi since he’d put them on. How the hell was he supposed to get through an entire weekend without busting a nut?

“Finally, you are not allowed to leave the grounds at any time during the gala weekend. Should you do so, you will not be allowed to return. These are the rules for the weekend. I trust you find them to be amicable, and I look forward to making your acquaintance in due course. I bid you a fun weekend.”

Harrison folded the piece of paper and carefully placed it back inside his jacket pocket. “Now you’ve had the rules from our host, a quick word from myself. The house has a built-in speaker system, and this will be used to announce meals and activities. I wanted to warn you so that you aren’t surprised when you hear voices coming from nowhere. Before I show you to your rooms, are there any questions?”

Black tie put his hand in the air. “What did he mean about us masturbating on instruction? I don’t remember signing up to having my dick controlled.”

Harrison smiled. “I think your attendance here means that every aspect of your body is up for control. I would suggest you get comfortable with the idea before . . . well, quickly.”

Black tie looked stunned but stayed quiet. Zac felt a little sick. What the hell was going to happen at this weekend?

A guy in his late thirties with floppy hair, dangerous eyes and a lavender tie raised his hand. “This all sounds wonderful, but how do we know what we’re supposed to be wearing and when?”

“You will always have instructions on your dressing table, but to avoid any confusion, myself or one of the other staff will ensure your clothing is laid out on the bed for you. Any other questions?”

Zac’s mind was blown, and he was so desperate to get out of the suit that was starting to feel like a prison that he just shook his head.

“Very well, let me lead to your rooms. You will have thirty minutes to get acquainted with your rooms and change for the activity before dinner.”

Most of the men in the room seemed to have been stunned into silence as Harrison moved towards the doors. None of them moved except Zac who jumped to his feet and followed Harrison back into the entrance hall.

“I’ll show you to your room first,” Harrison said as he led Zac up the right-hand staircase and down a wide corridor lined with doors.

“This place is huge,” Zac said, wanting to say something but unable to come up with anything of interest.

Harrison chuckled. “Yes, Mr Daniels, it is a large property. You will be in the Chicago suite.”

Harrison stopped at a door which he opened without a key.

“Uh, is there no key or lock?”

“Not in this house, Mr Daniels. You’ll find instructions on your dressing table for your next outfit, and I’ll see you back downstairs in thirty minutes. You’ll be given a five-minute warning.”

Before Zac could ask any other questions, Harrison disappeared off down the corridor.

The Chicago suite was neutrally decorated but beautiful. The bed was a king-size four poster in oak, there was a chaise, a roll top desk and a widescreen tv hung on the wall. There were several plants, a small sofa and a huge painting of the Chicago skyline on one wall. Double glass doors led out to a balcony; one door led to a walk in dressing room and another door led to a huge ensuite bathroom complete with an enormous jacuzzi bath.

Zac closed the main door after exploring his suite and immediately removed his jacket. He’d had one thought as he climbed the stairs behind Harrison. He’d follow the rules for the weekend, but before it got properly started, he needed to blow his load. There was no way he could wait until Monday after having the silk boxers teasing him for the last few hours.

After unknotting the tie and yanking it free, Zac took off the waistcoat and unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He toed off the polished shoes and went straight for the button on the trousers. Sighing with relief as he unzipped them, he pushed them to his ankles, leaving him stood in just the sheer socks and the silk boxers, black with a pattern of tiny handcuffs with the word “PIMP” emblazoned on the arse.

Without the tight suit trousers, Zac’s dick inflated to a full erection in a matter of seconds, and he couldn’t resist wrapping his hand around it through the silk.

“Ah fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his hand stroking along his length without him even really thinking about it.

Zac knew it was against the rules, but like anyone would even know! He’d just jerk off, blow his load and then he’d be good for a few days, and he could get through the rest of the weekend. Sitting at the end of the bed, Zac sat with his muscular thighs spread, his chiselled stomach glistening in the light from the sheen of sweat that still coated his body.

“Oh yeah, come on,” he growled, gripping his cock harder and fucking his hand, the silk gliding along his length and teasing his head as he got closer and closer to a climax.

Zac had always had a thing for cumming inside his undies, and he couldn’t resist blowing his load inside the silk boxers that had teased him for hours. He rationalised that they’d just be thrown out or washed. No one would notice so fuck it.

“Ah fuck, so close, so fucking close.”

Zac’s legs tensed as his balls contracted, his cock getting harder in his palm. He hadn’t cum for days and he was so desperate and so close, his breathing ragged as he panted and moaned and whispered how fucking good it felt.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moaned, a little louder than he intended, as he unloaded inside the silk boxers, the material immediately sticking to his thigh as his cock erupted. He fell back against the mattress as he leaked every drop from his balls, moaning through every squeeze of his oversensitive dick.

“Fuck, that was . . . fuck!”

Unable to move for a moment, Zac just lay on the bed, the silk boxers soaked and sticky.

It was at that moment that the speaker crackled from the corner of the room.

“It appears one of you has broken the rules already. Please change into your next outfit and report to the entrance hall in five minutes. First offences will be punished in a group setting. I hadn’t anticipated this happening so quickly, but better to show you what you’re dealing with. Five minutes, gentlemen.”

Zac sat bolt upright, his face stricken. How could he have been so stupid not to think that they’d have fucking cameras? Of course, they knew what he’d done, and now everyone else would too. Fuck!

Rushing into the dressing room, Zac grabbed the paper from the dressing table.

“Please continue to wear your socks and silk boxer shorts. You will find a silk robe in your wardrobe. This should be worn over the top of your underwear and that will be your outfit for the first activity.”

Zac couldn’t believe his luck. Not only was he getting punished, but he had to go downstairs still wearing the silk boxer shorts that were clinging damply to his thighs and his spent cock. He could smell the thick masculine scent of cum and was sure everyone else would.

This weekend was not starting the way he expected . . .

September Story - The Final Vote

So, we had a tie on our last vote - the top two choices were:

• Daniel Tate from Hometown Hockey Horror

• Chuck from Photo Story #69

I'm going to share two scenarios for each character - vote for one or as many as you wish and the most popular choice will be the September Story.

Scenario 1 - Daniel - Dan rips his leather pants in the middle of the event and Nick rips off his shirt to fully expose him to everyone there.

Scenario 2 - Daniel - Nick agrees to leave Dan alone if Dan gives him the thong he's wearing, but first he has to cum in it.

Scenario 3 - Chuck - Chuck goes to the beach with the guys but the purple shots haven't worn off and he ends up ripping off his own swimsuit and jerking off in front of the beach.

Scenario 4 - Chuck - Chuck goes back to the bar where he gets tricked into another purple shot where he ends up stripping on the stage and jerking off for the audience.

Photo Story #73

Coach Branson was one of the most formidable and successful soccer coaches in the state, but despite the fear and respect he instilled in his players, Coach Branson had a secret . . . a secret he'd managed to keep hidden for many years.

It started during Coach's third season when he was asked by the manager of the team to order them new uniforms to shake things up. Coach had crushed on half of his players since the first time he'd met them and he took the opportunity to put them in tight white shorts to go with their blue shirts.

That third season they were just normal white shorts with blue piping, but as the seasons passed, the shorts got tighter and the material got thinner.

Coach would film each game, particularly those matches that took place in the rain, enjoying the way the shorts would hug each curve of the players' butts and thighs. When wet, the shorts would go practically see through and Coach Branson would jerk off over the footage in his office, unable to control himself.

That was until this season when Coach got too greedy.

When ordering the latest uniforms, Coach Branson decided to go for a new material - the thinnest polyester blend he'd ever come across. The shorts arrived and he knew it was a risk as soon as he unpackaged them. The shorts were so thin that he could see his hand through them, but he couldn't resist seeing the team in them, even if it was just once.

It was a Sunday match and it had been raining so much that the pitch was waterlogged. Normally Coach Branson would be forced to call off the match, but the players seemed keen and Coach couldn't resist the urge to try out the new shorts.

The team got changed and immediately asked Coach what was going on, given that they were able to see each other's jockstraps through their shorts.

Coach pretended he knew nothing about it and said that for that one match, it wouldn't matter, and he'd sort the shorts for the following week.

The team were unsure and a little self conscious as they took to the pitch but they did as Coach asked and were soon playing the first half.

Coach Branson had set his cameras up as normal, wanting to capture everything, and this match didn't disappoint.

During the first ten minutes, one of the players slipped over and skidded through the mud. As soon as he stood up, his bare butt cheek was on display. The material was so thin that it shredded like tissue paper.

"Coach, do you want me to sub out?" he asked, running over with one hand over his ass.

"Not unless you want to. There's not many spectators today. Just enjoy the match."

The player blushed a little as he tried adjusting his shorts before nodding and rejoining the match.

By half time, Coach Branson was struggling to hide the hard-on in his own shorts. He could never have dreamed how perfectly things would pan out. Half of the team had their bare asses on show, two had lost their shorts completely - ripped off by other players, and the rest had shorts that were so thin and wet that they left nothing to the imagination anyway.

"Coach, can we change?" one of the younger players asked after Coach's pep talk. "A few of us are feeling a bit exposed out there. These shorts don't leave . . . well, they . . ."

"Everyone can see everything," another said. "You can practically see the shape of our dicks through our jocks."

Coach laughed. "I think you guys need to get a grip. This is soccer. No one watching is interested what's inside your jockstrap. Now get back out there."

As the team left the changing room, the younger one who had questioned changing, spotted the bulge in Coach Branson's short and immediately mentioned it to a few of the other players.

The second half of the match was even better than the first and on top of the team winning, the sight on the field was enough to make Coach Branson cum handsfree in his shorts. Half of the team had their cheeks on show, another three had thighs fully on show and one guy had lost his shorts in a tackle that got a little too rough.

"Hit the showers boys," Coach Branson said as the team reached the edge of the pitch.

The younger player stepped forward. "Before we do Coach, do you mind telling us why you ordered us shorts in this material?"

Coach Branson gulped. "I told you - it was an error with the order."

"Funny that Coach because the last few orders have had thinner and thinner material. Don't you think that's weird?"

Coach started to take a few steps back. "Just hit the showers. Let's get you guys out of the rain."

"Yeah, you probably want to retrieve the cameras."

Coach Branson stopped, his face going pale. "My . . . what?"

"Oh we know what you've been up to Coach? And now it's our turn."

Coach Branson took in the sight of his hunky handsome team in their see through, ripped and torn shorts and felt the panic rise as they stepped towards him. How had they found him out and what the hell were they going to do to him?

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 34

You guys wanted to hear Adonis' story, and here it is. But what happens next? Only you can decide - vote below!

Dan couldn’t have imagined his evening going the way it had. The fact that he was with Chase and Luke, heading to God only knew where, was weird enough, but seeing a barely dressed Adonis stumble out of the bar clutching his clothes made things even more bizarre.

“What the hell happened to you?” Dan asked as Adonis stopped in front of them panting for breath.

“Who’s the Adonis?” Chase asked with a grin as he looked Adonis up and down.

“That’s exactly who he is,” Dan said. “Adonis, this is Chase and Luke. I met them at . . . actually, scrap that. What happened to you?”

Adonis blushed as he looked between the three men. “Let me get dressed and I’ll tell you everything.”

Dan nodded but Chase and Luke lunged, one grabbing the shirt and one grabbing the pants.

“How about you tell us what happened, stud, and then we’ll give you your clothes?”

Adonis gulped and looked down at his scantily clad, muscular body. “Uh, okay, I guess.”

“Guys, come on, what if someone sees him?” Dan said, seeing how embarrassed Adonis looked.

Chase laughed. ‘Then they’ll see his shiny patriotic briefs.”

Adonis put his hands over his crotch, but not fast enough to hide the obvious hard-on that barely fit in the tiny undies.

“So, what happened?” Dan asked, hoping Adonis could make this quick.

“You remember Mr Shaw from the department store?” Adonis said to Dan, and he nodded, remembering the hunky older guy tied to a mannequin with his cock throbbing and leaking. “He asked me to meet him at that bar and said he wanted to bury the hatchet, so I go because I could really do with keeping my job.”

Dan nodded along but was surprised that Adonis would be stupid enough to go anywhere with Mr Shaw. The guy couldn’t be trusted.

“When I met him at the bar, he apologised for what happened to us and said that he had a gift for me as an apology.”

“Was the gift those briefs by any chance?” Luke said with a grin.

Adonis nodded. “He told me I should try them on, so I followed him into this backroom. I took off my shoes and my pants and my boxers and put on the briefs. He took my shirt off of me and then told me to put my shoes back on.”

“And then you just ran out?” Dan asked.

Adonis shook his head. “He pushed me through this curtain, and I ended up landing on my ass on the stage. That bar is practically a go-go bar. All these guys were leering and telling me to take my briefs off, some of them groped me and some shoved cash down my briefs. I managed to get off the stage, and I ran into the backroom.”

“Was Mr Shaw still there?” Dan couldn’t believe Adonis had been so gullible.

“He’d gone, but my clothes were still there so I grabbed them and bolted. I thought I saw him sat in one of the booths as I ran past but I can’t be sure.”

“What happened to your boxers?” Chase asked with a frown. “We’ve only got pants and a shirt.”

Adonis shrugged. “They were gone. I guess he must have taken them.”

“The guy is a sleaze ball,” Dan hissed. “Guys, give him his clothes please.”

Chase and Luke exchanged a glance.

“Before we do,” Luke said. “What’s the plan now? We were taking you to that bar. Should we take him with us?”

The idea of another adventure with Adonis had Dan’s dick twitching, but would Adonis go along with it? And what if Mr Shaw saw them?

College Ben - A New Semester - Part Two

So, I hold my hands up - I made a mistake! When I reread Part One, I realised that I was taking a direction with Ben that didn't remotely fit with Ben or his history. Therefore, I've decided to cheat slightly and I've changed my approach, so apologies to the eagle-eyed amongst you who will spot me backtracking, but . . . I hope the new direction will work much better. This instalment somewhat sets up the new approach but I hope you guys enjoy this return to more classic Ben!

Ben had waited at the coffee shop for nearly an hour for Grant to come back after he’d chased after Matt, but with his jeans still hanging open, Ben gave up on waiting and headed back to his dorm, his furry crack on show nearly the whole way.

Once he’d changed into his sweats and collapsed on to his bed to watch a movie, his phone vibrated to announce a new message.

“Sorry. Still with Matt. Meet me tomorrow. G.”

Ben wasn’t sure how he felt about Grant still being with Matt, but if he wasn’t seeing Grant later on then he desperately needed to deal with his dick. He was no longer throbbing at full mast, but he still had a semi. After groping Grant and talking about the gala and his night with Josh, he was too horny to just leave it alone. Grunting, Ben tugged his sweats down and his cock sprang free begging for attention.

Yanking his shirt up to reveal his furry stomach, Ben wrapped his hand around his dick and moaned at the contact. He started slow, stroking up and down his length whilst he tugged his balls with his free hand, but as he thought about Grant and Josh and the number of times he’d been on show recently, he soon found his hand speeding up, gripping his cock with just the right amount of pressure.

Ben’s toes curled and he started panting as his balls drew up and the muscles tensed in his thick thighs.

“Oh fuck, fuck, yeah,” he moaned as the first rope of cum shot across his stomach, splattering into the fur. He milked every drop from his cock, his stomach, cock and balls covered in his juice. With a sigh of contentment, Ben sagged back against the bed for a few minutes before jumping up and heading into the bathroom to shower.

After a long hot shower, Ben tugged on a clean t-shirt that barely covered his belly and a fresh pair of sweats that seemed to have shrunk a little. He knew he needed to get some new undies but that would have to wait until the following day. All he wanted to do for the rest of the night was order pizza, watch movies and sleep.

It was just after Ben had ordered food that his phone went again.

“Meet me for coffee at 3 tomorrow. Same place. Sorry again about today. G.”

Ben smiled and replied to say he’d be there before relaxing into the bed for a very lazy night.

It was gone midday when Ben woke the following day, and it was just after two when he finally dragged himself out of bed and climbed into the shower. Once he was dried, he eyed his closet with a look of utter contempt. The jeans he’d been wearing for weeks were now unwearable until he attempted to repair them, which meant that he was stuck with two options, either a pair of shorts from camp or a pair of trousers that he knew wouldn’t button. Shorts it was, with the same sweater he'd worn the day before. He’d meet Grant for coffee and then go shopping for some new undies and maybe some new jeans.

The sweater was just as snug as the day before but when Ben tried pulling on the shorts, he was stunned by how snug they were. He knew he’d gained a little weight since camp, but he had no idea it would be quite so bad. The shorts looked like they were glued to his thighs, and even though he did manage to button them, they only just covered his butt, which combined with the sweater meant that his furry crack was just visible above the waistband.

Ben tugged on a pair of socks and his sneakers, grabbed his phone and card and headed to meet Grant at the coffee shop.

It was a fairly mild day for February and Ben found he was sweaty by the time he stepped inside the coffee shop.

“Hey you,” Grant said, jumping up from a table and coming to greet him. “Isn’t it a little cold for shorts?”

Ben laughed. “Maybe, but I don’t have much left in my closet. I really need to do some shopping after we finish coffee.”

Grant frowned. “Um, we won’t be able to shop after coffee. We have to . . . do something else.”

“What are we doing?”

Grant shifted uncomfortably where he stood. “Let me grab you a coffee and a muffin and I’ll tell you.”

Seeing how nervous Grant was made Ben immediately feel anxious. What the hell was going on?

After no time at all, Grant came to the table with two coffees and a muffin.

“So, what’s going on?” Ben asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

Grant sighed. “So, I caught up with Matt yesterday and . . . we talked.”

“That’s a good thing though, right? You guys haven’t talked for weeks.”

“We haven’t, and it was good that we were talking, but the subject matter was difficult. I’ve managed to convince Matt not to blackmail us with those photos he took at the gala, and he’s agreed not to.”

Ben’s face lit up. “Grant, that’s amazing! Why aren’t you happy about this?”

Grant looked sheepish as he took a gulp of his own coffee. “It’s not quite that simple. Matt is bored and he wants to cause havoc. It wasn’t easy to convince him, and he had an alternative suggestion that I couldn’t get him to drop.”

Ben could only imagine what sort of hell Matt would have concocted. “And?”

“We have to attend Matt’s study group every week until the end of the year.”

A frown creased Ben’s forehead. “What’s so bad about that?”

“Matt’s study group is him and five other guys from the sports department. Each week Matt will use one or both of us to prank, tease or humiliate. The study group will be vowed to silence, but every week we’re going to have to deal with whatever Matt comes up with, and I know Matt, he won’t make this fun.”

“But . . . he can’t do that,” Ben whispered.

“We can ignore his request and hope he doesn’t share the photos, but I think doing the study group might be the safer option. It’s contained to a small group and it’s only a couple of hours a week.”

“I guess it won’t be that bad then,” Ben said, remembering back to camp and the amount of times Matt had teased him, or forced him into embarrassing situations.

“The problem is that Matt saw us at the gala. He knows how much we both got off on what happened to us there and he’s smart enough to know what we enjoyed. He could do anything to us.”

Ben sighed. “I guess we just have to turn up and see what happens then.”

Grant nodded. “I think so too. Eat your muffin. We need to be at the library to meet them in half an hour. They’ve got a study room booked.”

“But . . .” Ben looked down at the shorts digging into his thighs. “I can’t go to the first one dressed like this.”

Grant shrugged. “We’ve got no time for you to change. We’ll just have to suck it up and see what happens.”

“But I’m commando again,” Ben whimpered with a blush.

“Fuck! Don’t tell me stuff like that,” Grant said as he adjusted the bulge in his jeans. “We just need to get through the next few hours and then we’ll take you clothes shopping, grab some food and then head back to your dorm and have some fun. Deal?”

Ben nodded, eagerly wanting to skip to his dorm. “Deal.”

The library was fairly empty when they arrived, and Grant led them down a corridor to one of the many study rooms that students could book for study groups.

“Here goes nothing,” Grant whispered before pushing the door open.

Ben followed Grant inside and felt his jaw drop at the sight before him. Matt was stood with five guys who looked like they’d stepped out of some frat bro catalogue. Each one of them was tall, broad, muscular and godly. Both Ben and Grant’s jaws hung open at the sight before them.

“Who are these two?” a ridiculously handsome guy with messy brown hair said with a frown.

“Ben here is a second year and he’ll be our senior student support. The smaller guy is Grant and he’ll be observing the study group for a different course.”

The guys seemed to take what Matt had said as gospel, but Ben noticed that the guy with the messy hair was whispering to a blond guy next to him and gesturing in his direction.

“Oops,” Matt said in a loud dramatic tone as he knocked a pen on to the floor and watched it roll under a chair. “Ben, would you mind grabbing that for me?”

Ben looked at Grant, who shrugged and looked at the floor. Ben knew exactly what Matt was doing. If he got down on all fours to grab that pen, his shorts would be halfway down his ass, and they’d all get a good laugh at his hairy crack.

But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t come up with a reason to say no. After all, this was exactly why he was here.

Memories of camp on that first day the boys had arrived sprung to mind as Ben got down on his knees. He remembered bending over to get the key he dropped in front of his camp squadron and hearing the sniggers and comments about his crack.

Sure enough, as he leaned forward to grab the pen, he felt his shorts slide down over the top of his ass, exposing the tops of his furry cheeks.

“Fuck! You could park a bike in there,” one of the guys laughed.

The others joined in and Ben felt his cheeks heat as he grabbed the pen and tried to stand up, a hard feat given how tight the shorts were. He tried to tug them back up, but they were so snug that it was nearly impossible.

Ben handed the pen to Matt before looking at Grant who was standing awkwardly with his hands in front of his crotch. Immediately, Ben knew that Grant must be hard, and that made his own cock start to chub up.

This was going to be a seriously interesting study group!

The study group is happening weekly and Ben and Grant are in for a rough time, but I'd love to know what you'd like to see happen to them - drop your ideas in the comments!

Cartoon Calamity

For the August story, you guys voted for the hunky rugby player to have a wardrobe malfunction at the bowling alley, and here it is. For fans of cartoon briefs, ripped pants and utter embarrassment, this one is for you! Remember to give this post some love if you enjoy the story!

Niall Richards had never been so nervous about a date in his life. He’d had a crush on August Winters for months and it had taken tequila shots and drinking his body weight in beer to give him the courage to even talk to the guy, let alone ask him out.

It wasn’t any great surprise that August had said yes – Niall was gorgeous; handsome features, broad shoulders, and a muscular build that came from years of playing rugby rather than any time at the gym. The problem was that Niall didn’t remotely see what everyone else did. Yes, he knew he had a good body, and he guessed he had a nice thick butt and strong legs, but he preferred slimmer guys, so he didn’t really see the attraction to his thicker body type.

Niall was also a massive geek. Outside of rugby, he was at his happiest watching cartoons, Star Wars, Marvel movies or playing on his PlayStation. He wasn’t a massively social guy outside of his rugby team and he rarely dated. He had no fashion sense and generally just wore what he felt comfortable in. Having to go on a date, let alone dress nicely for one, was completely alien to him.

After the drunken night when Niall had asked August on a date, they’d been texting regularly and had agreed on a first date where they’d go bowling and then grab food after. August had hinted that they might find somewhere quiet after that, but Niall, who had slept with only a handful of men at 28, was too nervous to even acknowledge such an idea.

The night of their first date came around and Niall was in the middle of a meltdown. He had absolutely no idea what would be appropriate to wear. After a shower, he’d started rifling through his closet, only to realise that everything he owned was not first date worthy. The majority of his wardrobe was t-shirts with anime or superheroes on, more sweatpants than any man needed, and a suit that he’d been forced to get for someone’s wedding. At the back of the closet, he found an old pair of jeans that he couldn’t remember wearing for years, but they’d do. He’d just have to go casual – jeans and a t-shirt. That would look relaxed, chilled . . . hopefully.

Niall pulled on one of his favourite pairs of briefs and a Back to the Future tee that he hoped was retro enough to look cool without being too geeky. He had to wrestle the faded blue jeans on, the denim hugging his thighs and his butt like a second skin, before yanking on a pair of socks and his comfiest sneakers.

“It’ll do, I guess,” Niall said to his nervous looking reflection.

August was waiting outside the bowling alley looking more perfect than Niall had ever seen him. He was wearing a fitted black V-neck jumper and a pair of smart looking dark jeans with some cool boots that had loads of buckles. August was slim with messy blond hair and a smile that made Niall melt.

“Well hello handsome,” August said with grin, stepping forward and giving Niall a hug. Niall froze slightly at the unexpected contact, blushing when his cock twitched inside his briefs.

“Uh, hi,” he said, his cheeks still pink.

“So, are you ready for me to kick your butt?” August tilted his head to the side, a smug look of challenge on his face.

Niall chuckled. “That’s some might confidence you have there.”

“Just you wait, big guy. Come on.”

They headed inside, and after Niall paid for their games, they collected their bowling shoes and headed over to their lane. Niall sat down and leaned forward, and as soon as he did so, he heard an ominous creaking sound coming from his jeans. The waistband dug uncomfortably into him, and the material clung so tightly to his thighs that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to sit down in them for a long period of time.

“You okay?” August asked with a frown.

“Uh, yep, all good here.”

Niall forced a smile to his face and laced up the bowling shoes, kicking his sneakers under the seat. He finally got a date with the guy of his dreams, and he didn’t want to ruin it by worrying about how tight his jeans were or how much bigger he was than August. He just wanted to have fun.

The first game was a little slow to get going, but in no time at all, Niall had relaxed and was enjoying the date more than he’d imagined he could. He and August laughed and teased each other about their bowling prowess, pausing to have sips of their beers as they talked about everything from movies to the rugby team.

When they started their second game, after Niall won the first, he was feeling more confident than he’d felt for years.

“Check this out,” Niall said with a big grin as he grabbed a ball and headed up to the edge of the lane. “This one’s for you, August.”

Niall spun on the spot and then dropped into a deep squat as he launched the ball, but as the ball left his fingers, he felt the rip before he heard it. His jeans suddenly felt much, much looser.

“Oh no,” Niall squeaked, his hands flying to his butt as he stood up.

August burst out laughing at the sight before him. Seeing Niall acting so cocky was funny in itself but watching him rip his jeans wide open to reveal the tightest briefs he’d ever seen would have taken the award, if it weren’t for the fact that the briefs were covered in pictures of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with “Cowabunga” emblazoned in very stretched lettering over Niall’s epic bubble butt.

“Are those briefs even for adults?” August howled as he clutched his stomach.

Niall blushed a deep shade of crimson as he turned around so that his butt was no longer facing August. “No, no, they’re for . . . adults. They’re grown up . . . I mean, yeah, course they are.”

“Dude, they look like Underoos!”

Niall couldn’t believe his jeans had ripped, and worse, he was wearing one of his fave pairs of briefs. He’d had the TMNT briefs since he was sixteen when he’d bought them from a department store, and he refused to admit which department of the store he’d got them in.

The question was, what did he do now? Aside from August, no one else had noticed his blowout, but how would he get back to his car? He had no jacket and nothing to cover up with, but there was no way that he wanted more people to laugh at him.

“I need to go,” Niall said quietly, still blushing as he toed off his bowling shoes.

In his haste to get his sneakers out from under the seat where August was still laughing, he hadn’t anticipated his jeans ripping further but there was a loud RRRRIIIIIPPPPPPP as his jeans ripped through the waistband, and as he stood up, his jeans dropped to his knees exposing his barely contained bulge in the way too tight TMNT briefs.

“No fucking way,” August cried, tears streaming down his cheeks as he pointed at Niall’s bulge and rolled backwards laughing.

“Oh fuck,” Niall gasped.

The people on the lanes next to them didn’t fail to notice this time and they joined in with August as Niall rammed his feet into his sneakers, yanked up his jeans and held them to his waist as he ran for the door.

The laughter seemed to echo around his head as Niall ran as fast as he could across the parking lot to his car. His first date with August was ruined and he’d never be able to face him again, nor would he ever be able to return to that bowling alley. It was the worst day of his life.

That was until an hour later when he received a text from August: “I’m sorry for laughing at you, but you have to admit, that was hilarious. I hope you don’t hate me. I really can’t wait to see those briefs again, preferably when I’m peeling them off of you.”

Niall read and reread the message . . . he had no idea why August was still interested in him, but his briefs got a little tighter as he imagined August peeling them off.

The rest of 2025 - what shall I write?

Okay, my awesome top tiers, a little help please!

After September, we have 3 months of the year left and I'd love your help in deciding which of our series I work on for the rest of 2025.

To give you some context of a few things I have planned . . .

October - I'll be writing a couple of commissions and I'll be doing a few Halloween themed posts.

December - I'll be doing a few holiday related posts.

(Ideas very much welcome on the Halloween and Holiday themed posts - if there's something you guys would love to see, please let me know!)

Outside of the above, I'll do the usual monthly stuff, but I'll want to add 2 series chapters to each month, so we need to choose 6 for the rest of this year.

Below is a list of all current series, please vote for one, or as many as you like, that you'd like to see an update on during October, November or December. Any series not picked will get an update next year, just not as soon as the others.

Note - I'm not including Mystery Manor as that will continue to get a chapter a month, as will JockMailed until it's fully posted.

The top 6 will be our winners and I will add them to the schedule!

Thanks in advance :)

Photo Story #72

For this week's photo story, I'm going to share a little story of mine.

As some of you know, I used to be a rugby player, and I get asked a lot about stories from when I played. Now, for the most part, aside from getting to wrestle hot guys into the mud when I tackled them, there wasn't a great deal to share on the pitch.

But . . . there is one particular story that absolutely needs sharing, and has been on my list for years to write up.

So, here it is!

One of the guys on my team, let's call him Gary, was a lovely bloke but he was one of those guys that is ridiculously attractive and absolutely knows it. He was a complete womaniser, but he was great with the team, and a brilliant player.

Anyway, one of my buddies on the team, let's call him Andy, was an okay looking guy but around the rest of the team, he really struggled to find any girl that would give him a second glance. (For those wondering, I am afraid that on this team, I was the only gay guy, but there were a couple who were bi I would discover later on - another story, another time).

So, during this particular season, Andy gets more and more fed up with Gary until one game, when he snaps.

We're in the scrum (for anyone who doesn't know rugby, a scrum is made of three rows - I played Lock so I was in the second row, as was Gary - Andy played 8, which meant he was behind us in third row.

We're halfway through the second half, we get into the scrum, and just before the ball's tossed in, Gary makes a comment about wanting the game to be over because he's seeing some girl afterwards - a girl that Andy had had a crush on for months.

So, Andy sees red, the ball gets dropped, but Andy completely ignores the ball and goes instead for the visible strap peeking out below the leg of Gary's shorts. Although lots of guys in rugby wear cups, a lot don't bother with jockstraps and opt for briefs. Also, rugby shorts are pretty short and Gary always yanked his as high as he could to show off his thighs more. Bent over in a scrum, Gary's straps were on show and Andy grabbed one and yanked. I didn't hear the rip, or see Andy grab it, because I was focused on the game, but . . . when Andy yanks on the strap, it rips, but he holds on. The scrum separates and Andy rips Gary's jock completely free and yanks it out from under his shorts.

Gary stops and starts yelling at him, which catches my attention. I turn around just as Gary pushes Andy in the chest, but Andy is a tank of a guy (hence playing 8) and he just tosses Gary's jock on the floor and then yanks his shorts down. They're tight and only come down to mid-thigh but that's enough to have Gary's bare ass and cock and balls on full show, which resulted in a couple of hundred spectators laughing and pointing, as did me and most of the team.

Gary yanks his shorts up, tells Andy to fuck off and storms off the pitch. One of our subs comes on and we finish the game, by which time Gary has showered and left, but the following week at practice, he turns up and is a little sheepish. Everyone talks about what happens and he actually blushes. Him and Andy eventually came to a mutual understanding and laid off of each other, but I will never forget the sight of Gary in the middle of the pitch with his shorts around his thighs!

I've got a couple of other rugby related stories so please shout if you want these in the future and I hope you enjoyed this little walk down memory lane with me.