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September Story - Cast Your Vote

First off, a big thank you for the character suggestions for this month's story!

I have put the characters into a poll so please vote for the character or characters that you'd like to see feature in a spin-off or sequel story!

Once the poll has closed, I may share another one for scenario . . .

September Story - give me your characters!

So, the most popular option for the September story was for you guys to choose your favourite character.

Rather than me creating a list of characters, you guys comment below which characters you'd love to see a new spin-off story about and then I'll generate a vote with whatever characters you've added.

This can be any character from a main series, or can be a character from a Photo Story or a one-off story that you'd like to see more of.

Get commenting :)

JockMailed - Chapter 5

I'm excited to share the next updated instalment of JockMailed - fans of thongs and gym fails will love this one! If you enjoy this chapter, please give it some love.

Jake awoke the following morning and looked down at the list of instructions that Curtis had given him the day before. He still couldn’t believe he was being blackmailed. His best friend, Curtis had discovered that he was gay and had taken God knows how many photos of him getting fucked in the woods. Curtis was slowly deleting the photos, but that meant Jake completing certain tasks, like wearing trousers to school that were 2 sizes too small when he was freeballing underneath.

Jake showered and came back to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscular upper body still glistening with droplets of water. He picked up the sheet of paper with the instructions and felt the knot in his stomach tighten.

“Saturday has always consisted of a session at the gym and a hike in the forest. This week is not much different.

However . . .

That thong you wore on the first day needs to be worn under your gym shorts and make sure you wear those baggy black gym shorts.

For the hike, you don’t need to bring clothes as I’ve got them ready and waiting for you . . . along with a few extras! Let’s hope you’ve got plenty of energy!”

Jake pulled out the silk thong and felt a wave of arousal rush over him. He remembered the struggles the day he’d worn it – constantly falling out of the pouch, the tight feel of the string between his meaty arse cheeks . . .

Jake dropped his towel and struggled to get the thong around his waist. As he was pulling it up, he noticed the small rip in the waistband, right at the place where the rear string met the band. He pulled his cheeks apart so that the string could rest a bit more comfortably, and spent some time trying to adjust his bulge so it stayed in place, before pulling on a white sleeveless tee and his baggy black gym shorts and trainers.

Since they were 15, Jake and Curtis had gone to the gym every Saturday morning. They always did a long workout, showered and then went for a hike in the forest – no matter what the weather. It had been one of Jake’s favourite times of the week, but now it was tainted and he was dreading it. To make matters worse, Jake couldn’t stop thinking about the mind-blowing orgasm Curtis had given him the previous day in the storage locker at school. It had been the most phenomenal hand job he’d ever had.

‘Ready to hit the weights?’ Curtis asked when Jake arrived at the gym.

Jake kept quiet as they did their usual cardio workout. He was fine on the bikes, but when they got on the treadmill, his ample cock and large balls flopped out of the small pouch of the thong after just a couple of steps. Curtis barely took his eyes off of Jake’s crotch as he watched Jake bounce around in the thin black material.

‘Okay, weight time!’

Jake followed Curtis to the free weight’s area and they both started with some light bicep curls, before moving on to some heavier arm work.

‘I reckon it’s time for squats with the barbell.’

Jake got into position and squatted down to lift the barbell. He wrapped his fingers around the metal bar and making sure his back was straight, he pushed through his legs and stood up before raising it above his head and then resting it over his shoulders.

‘I reckon you can manage 5 sets of 10 today,’ Curtis said with a grin.

Jake steadied his breathing before dropping into the first squat, but no sooner had he reached the bottom of the squat, there was a loud snapping sound and Jake felt the waistband of the thong give way.

Oh no, the rip – he thought.

Curtis had heard the snap and guessed what had happened, but watched Jake continue. As he did, the front of the thong fell away from his manhood and slowly worked its way between his legs before it was hanging out of the right leg of his shorts. The only thing keeping the thong on at all was the rear strap that was buried between his ample cheeks.

As Jake continued his squats, Curtis grabbed the material hanging from Jake’s short leg and slowly started to tug on it. The feel of the material being tugged between his cheeks made Jake hard in a matter of seconds and he soon had an extremely obvious tent in his shorts.

Jake lowered the weights and stood up, his hands rushing to his crotch in an attempt to hide his hard on.

‘I need to go and change,’ Jake said, his face blushing red from embarrassment at being in the middle of the gym with a hard on, whilst wearing nothing but baggy shorts.

Curtis looked around and with no one in their vicinity, he stepped closer to Jake and grabbed his cock through his shorts.

‘Looks like someone is enjoying themselves again!’

‘Curtis, please, not here,’ Jake moaned, the grip on his cock making his eyes close.

‘You’re right, let’s go shower and head off early.’

Jake was amazed at this and had to hurry to catch Curtis up.

Curtis pulled down the door handle, opened the door and stepped through, before stepping to the side and holding it open for Jake.

Jake hesitantly stepped through, unsure what Curtis was playing at.

‘After you, dude.’

Jake stepped through the doorway, but before he got any further, Curtis grabbed the waistband of his shorts at the back, flipped them over the door handle on the inside of the gym and slammed the door shut.

It happened so quickly that Jake barely realised what was going on as he continued to walk forward. There was an almighty rip as the thin, baggy shorts shredded from his body, freeing his rock-hard cock that slapped loudly against his stomach.

Jake grabbed his sleeveless tee and tried to pull it down to cover himself, but it only just reached the bottom of his stomach and was so tight that there wasn’t much material to play with.

Luckily for Jake, there was no one in the hallway, but the thought of someone coming at any moment was terrifying, but inexplicably, at the same time, incredibly arousing.

Curtis grabbed his meaty arse and bent forward to whisper in his ear.

‘Looks like you enjoy being naked in public places.’

Before Jake could utter a word, Curtis grabbed the shoulders of Jake’s tee and tore it from his body in one swift movement, leaving a stunned Jake in nothing but his white socks and trainers.

Jake was frozen to the spot in complete confusion. He knew he needed to run before someone came, but he was in shock that Curtis had stripped him naked right there in the hallway.

Suddenly, they could both hear voices coming towards them down the corridor. There was a corner about twelve feet from them, and the voices were getting louder.

Curtis saw how stunned Jake was and decided to go the whole way. He grabbed Jake’s dick in his hand and with just a couple of strokes, Jake started to shoot his load all over himself and the carpet. Thick ropes of cum shot from his throbbing cock and he was panting like a dog.

As soon as he started to cum, Curtis slipped past him and dived into the changing room. Jake managed to gather his senses just as two guys walked around the corner. Jake couldn’t be sure if he’d been seen naked or not, but he just prayed the guys didn’t look on the floor where he’d left a puddle of cum.

‘Your clothes are in there,’ Curtis said, tossing him a bag as Jake wrapped a towel around his waist.

Jake ignored him and dumped the bag on the bench before heading for the shower.

Curtis was already dressed when Jake emerged, and he took great pleasure watching his friend dry off.

Jake opened the bag and pulled out a white shirt that looked way too small for him, a pair of leather jeans that would definitely be on the tight side, a pair of purple silk bikini briefs that wouldn’t cover his bubble butt in a million years and a thick silver ring that he recognised as a cock ring.

‘Are you kidding me with this? You expect me to wear this in the forest. We bump into people on our hikes sometimes?’

‘Wear them or your reputation is history. Your choice, mate.’

Jake prayed that no one at the gym would see him leaving, but knowing he had no choice, he started to dress, praying that the day wouldn’t get any worse. Or perhaps it was better . . . he just wasn’t sure.

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 33

You all vote for the guys to go somewhere else and continue the fun - they go somewhere else but what happens now? You choose! Vote below!

Dan’s entire body felt like jelly as he tried to stay on his feet. The two guys had milked the most incredible orgasm from him, and now, he just wanted to collapse, but there was still the very pressing issue that he was butt naked in the middle of an adult ball pit and the two guys had his clothes.

“What do we do with him now?” the brunette asked.

“For a start, maybe we should find out his name.”

Dan frowned at the blond guy. “I’m Dan.”

“I’m Chase,” the blond said with a smile. “And this is Luke.”

“Umm hi,” Dan said, cheeks still flushed from the orgasm. “So, can I get my clothes back?”

Luke laughed. “You can have your clothes back on one condition. We’ve got somewhere else we want to go, and we’d like you to come with us.”

Chase raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You want to bring him along?”

Luke grinned. “Damn right I do.”

Dan looked between the two of them and felt more than a little nervous. As much as the orgasm had been amazing, his pants were ruined, and he just needed to get home with as few people seeing him as possible.

“I’d love to guys, but like I said, my pants are ripped, and I really just need to get home with my dignity intact.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll keep you covered. You said your belt broke right? My jeans are tight enough that I don’t need mine. You can use it instead.”

Dan looked down at Chase’s brown leather belt. It wouldn’t exactly go with his outfit, but right then, he’d take anything if it meant keeping some dignity, so he nodded.

Luke handed him his clothes and shoes. ‘Get these on and then we’ll head out.”

Despite the fact that his briefs were still damp, Dan gratefully pulled them on and tucked his still not soft cock away. There was a small rip in the back of the briefs that Dan didn’t remember happening, but he was really past caring. His socks were a struggle to pull on whilst trying to stay upright, but he got them on before carefully pulling up his suit pants. Although the pants didn’t remotely close at the front, Dan felt happier having his legs and his butt covered.

Chase unbuckled his belt and unthreaded it from the loops of his jeans. Dan felt his mouth fill with saliva at the idea of Chase unbuttoning his jeans next and showing what he had underneath, but sadly, Chase stopped there and handed Dan the belt.

“Let me,” Luke said, grabbing the belt and beginning to thread it through Dan’s belt loops. As he did, his hands seemed to slip constantly to Dan’s butt, squeezing it and forcing soft moans out of Dan.

“Okay, okay, let’s go before we get carried away,” Chase chuckled.

With Chase’s belt on, Dan was able to pull it tightly and get his pants to look mostly like they were closed, although his briefs still peaked through when he moved.

“I still haven’t got a shirt,” Dan sighed.

“Don’t worry, it’s a warm night, and you won’t need one where we’re going.”

Dan followed Chase and Luke out of the ball pit after putting his shoes back on. He was relieved to get back on solid ground, and even though he was shirtless and was drawing more than a few looks from passersby, he was just grateful to be leaving.

The three of them headed outside and crossed the street. They headed a few blocks over and then Chase directed them down an alleyway towards a door.

“What is this place?” Dan asked, rubbing his arms.

“You’ll see,” Luke said. “But I can guarantee you’ll . . .”

Before Luke could finish his sentence, a door further up the alley opened and a gorgeous man stumbled out, holding a shirt and a pair of pants, whilst only wearing socks, garters, shoes and a pair of sparkly spandex stars and stripes briefs.

“Oh my god! Adonis!” Dan yelled.

Adonis sagged with relief as he jogged down the alley. “Oh, Dan, thank God. I need your help.”

Photo Story #71

Charles Hardwick III had always prided himself on how he presented himself to the outside, always confident, always cheerful, and always impeccably dressed. He didn't care for labels, but he firmly believed in dressing smart and wearing an outfit that was crease free and sharp.

He had a reputation in the office for always being calm and together, but one Monday morning, that all changed.

As much as Charles always made sure he looked immaculate every day, he also didn't like spending money unless he absolutely had to. His grey suit pants had worn a little thin and he knew he needed to replace them soon, but given they still looked great, and they hugged his ass and thighs even better since his recent increase in leg day, he decided to wait a little longer . . . a decision which would be undoing.

Charles arrived at work wearing said grey suit pants, along with one of his favourite white shirts. He'd turned on his laptop, chatted to a few people and made himself a cup of coffee. He'd just grabbed a pastry from the break room, and was heading back to his office, when it happened.

The pastry slid off of the napkin without him even noticing, bouncing to the floor in the middle of the open plan office. A few people turned and glanced over, but no one paid much attention.

That was until Charles bent down to pick it up. He bent his knees and pushed his ass back, but before his fingers could even brush the pastry, there was an almighty RRRRIIIIPPPPPPPPP that echoed around the office.

Everyone fell silent and turned to look at where the noise had come from, and that's when the laughter began.

Charles hadn't just ripped his pants a little - he had torn them wide open. They were ripped down the rear seam from waist to crotch, and the crotch had torn open enough that his cock and balls flopped out into the open, hanging between his legs and catching in the light of the floor to ceiling windows.

Charles gasped and stood up as fast as he could, but by that time, most of the office were gathered around watching him, and half of them were filming the hot sight on their phones.

"You may wanna invest in some new pants, Charlie," one of the directors yelled.

"Or lay off the squats. That ass can't be contained."

"It's not his ass he needs to worry about. Did you see the size of his balls?"

Charles blushed furiously and ran to his office as fast as he could, trying to ignore the laughter, wondering what the hell he would do now, and forgetting the pastry that still lay upside down on the carpet.

September Story - select your preference!

For this month's story, choose your theme below and a further vote will follow next week:

September Commission Giveaway 2025

To celebrate the end of Summer, I'm going to be giving away one 1500 word commission and one Photo Story commission.

To enter, all you have to do is like this post, or for an extra entry, you can comment on what your favourite story has been so far this year,

The winners will be selected by the Wheel of Mystery at the end of the month, and commissions will be written and shared during October!

Best of luck!

What's Coming Up In September?

Summer is officially coming to an end and my favourite season begins! To celebrate my escape from the heat, we'll be celebrating with a Commission Giveaway - watch out for details in a separate post - and I've got a great story line up for this month too!

For stories this month, we have:

• The next instalment of College Ben - A New Semester

• Chapter 5 of JockMailed

• The eagerly awaited Chapter 2 of Derek Bares All

• The next instalment of Mystery Manor

I'll also be sharing the next two instalments of Create Your Own Adventure - Dan.

For higher tiers, we'll have another 4 Photo Stories, along with your August Story, which features a sexy rugby player having a nightmare first date at the bowling alley in his old jeans and cartoon briefs!

The vote for the September story will be up later this month, and I'll also be doing some votes to get your guys input into the writing schedule for the rest of this year.

I can't wait for you guys to read the latest stories - let me know which one you're excited for the most!

Photo Story #70

Thanks to my awesome Patron, Danny, for not only providing the great pic but providing the idea for this week's photo story. If you guys want a story with tighty whities and wedgies, then this is one for you!

Danny's hands were trembling as he stood at the door to his boss' office. He knew that Jim would be angry and he knew that it would be catastrophic but he couldn't put it off any longer. He knocked before he could stop himself, feeling his heart hammering in his chest.

"Come in," Jim barked, and Danny opened the door and stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind him.

Jim was in his 50's. He had a tanned, rugged complexion that made him look incredibly handsome, and he still maintained his thick football player body that he'd had in high school.

"What's up Danny?"

"Uh boss . . . I need to tell you something."

Jim put his pen down and folded his huge arms. "Tell me what?"

Danny shuffled slightly on the spot, sweat forming on his brow. "I've lost the Williams contract. I made a couple of mistakes and they got really angry and they . . . they fired us."

Jim's eye twitched but aside from that, he didn't move a muscle.

"I'm so sorry boss. It was genuinely not my fault. I didn't mean to . . ."

"Don't say another fucking word. That was one of our biggest contracts. Do you have any idea how much money we're going to lose from that damn contract?"

Danny nodded. "I know and I'm. sorry. I'll do anything to make it right. I will."

Jim laughed. "You're only saying that because your old man is on the board of directors and I can't fire your ass the way I'd like to."

Danny stood looking at the floor, the cold rage in Jim's voice making him feel like a naughty kid. He hadn't meant to screw up the contract but he knew that Jim would be furious.

"Get your shirt off and drop your pants," Jim said, coming out from behind his desk to sit on the front of it.

"My shirt? What? I don't . . ."

"I can't fire you, so instead I'm gonna humiliate you. You wanna act like some useless teenager then I'll treat you like one. Take off your shirt and drop your pants. Now!"

Danny nodded uselessly as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt before dropping it on the floor. He looked down at his pants and hesitated, knowing the kind of reaction he'd get from Jim when Jim saw what he was wearing underneath.

"Drop your pants, Danny."

Whimpering slightly, Danny unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, dropping them to his knees. As soon as Jim saw the slightly worn tighty whities, he burst out laughing and Danny blushed like crazy.

"You really are some dweeby teenager, Danny. Who the fuck still wears tighty whities? Those things barely fit that huge ass of yours. You know what? Turn around, lean against that wall and give yourself a wedgie."

Danny gasped. "A wedgie?"

"Yep, you heard me. If we were at school that's exactly what I'd do to you. Now get to it."

Jim folded his arms as Danny slowly turned around and leaned forward. He rested one forearm against the wall to steady himself before using his free hand to grab the back of his briefs. He paused, wondering if he could get out of this, but he needed the job, and if his dad found out he'd screwed up again, his dad would fire him without a thought.

With no other choice, Danny tugged the waistband as high as he could, wincing when the white cotton tugged between his cheeks and started teasing his hole.

"You are such a fucking nerd," Jim said, laughing at the sight of the grown man wedging his briefs between his cheeks. "But you're not tugging hard enough. Let me . . ."

Danny released the briefs and Jim immediately grabbed the waistband and tugged as hard as he could. The briefs split Danny in two, grinding between his cheeks, chafing against his hole and tugging the pouch precariously low at the front. Jim pulled and pulled, the sound of seams popping as the waistband was unceremoniously snapped over Danny's head.

Jim laughed. "Been a long time since I gave someone an atomic."

Danny writhed against the wall, desperate for the briefs to be removed. "Are we done now?"

"Just a couple of finishing touches," Jim said with a shrug as he grabbed the briefs just above Danny's lower back and tugged one last time.

The worn tighty whities couldn't hold up to the strain and the sound of material ripping echoed around the small office as the briefs tore wide open. Jim yanked at them until the waistband remained on Danny's head and the rest of the material sagged down to his thighs with one piece still hanging between his cheeks.

Jim spun Danny around and roared with laughter at the sight before him. Danny blushed when he realised his cock was rock solid and leaking.

"You filthy fucker," Jim said. "First time I've had a guy get off on an atomic. Maybe you need to show everyone else."

Before Danny could process the words, Jim opened the door and shoved Danny into the office. Danny stumbled forward, the white material from his briefs falling to the floor, the waistband still around his head.

There were gasps before the laughter started. Danny clamped his hands over his throbbing hard dick as everyone in the office started rushing over to see what the commotion was.

"Take photos and videos and use him as you like," Jim yelled. "That'll teach him."

With that, Jim went back into the office and slammed his door, leaving Danny looking around a packed office full of his colleagues, butt naked, hard as a rock and wondering how the hell he'd escape.

Mystery Manor - Chapter One

I'm excited to share with you guys the first chapter of Mystery Manor. As I've shared before, this one is very much a novel of sorts and I'll aim to share a chapter a month of this one. Let me know in the comments what you think and I'm looking forward to sharing more of this with you all over the next few months!

Before we get into the story, I wanted to share a little dedication for this story. The idea for Mystery Manor was developed a few years ago between me and a wonderful guy from California, who will always be one of my "what could have been" guys! Jonny, this is for you!

The Invitation

It was late June, and a heatwave had tormented London for nearly four weeks. The heat had been extreme, and the city had become dusty, suffocating and unbearable.

It was nearing midnight on a Wednesday when Wyatt Harlow stumbled home from another night of excess with clients whose names he could barely remember. His tie was loose, his shirt half unbuttoned, his jacket slung over his shoulders, and his trousers even tighter than they had been earlier that day when he’d put them on.

As an investment banker, Wyatt lived a life of high stress and high indulgence. When he wasn’t in the office, or visiting clients, he was usually found in some of London’s most expensive bars and restaurants, typically schmoozing clients as he smoothly got them to hand over their money.

When Wyatt got to his expensive apartment on the edge of Regents Park, he could barely make it up the stairs to the building entrance before he fell into the elevator up to the penthouse. He’d lost track of how many glasses of wine and whisky he’d had, let alone how much food he’d had. The waistband of his trousers dug uncomfortably into his stomach, and he silently promised himself that he’d try and get to the gym the following day.

Wyatt had played rugby at university and although he still had a fairly muscular physique, his stomach had softened and rounded out a little more than he liked, not to mention that his thick rugby arse was thicker than it had previously been. The excess he indulged in with clients was taking its toll on his body and he was reaching a point where he’d need new suits if he wasn’t careful.

When Wyatt stepped through the door of his impressive apartment, he was confused to see an envelope on the floor. He hadn’t retrieved his mail for a few days and the only way there’d be an envelope on his floor was if someone had hand delivered. He bent down and picked up the embossed silver envelope and turned it over to find “Mr Wyatt Harlow” on the front in beautiful calligraphy.

“What the fuck?”

Wyatt tore open the envelope and pulled out two expensive feeling pieces of paper. He stumbled further into the room and turned on the lamp next to the sofa before dropping down to read.

Dear Mr Harlow,

You are cordially invited to attend a weekend gala at Vasquez Manor in Surrey from Thursday 26th June to Monday 30th June.

On the morning of Thursday 26th June, you will receive a package to your address which will contain your travelling outfit – this must be worn, or you will be denied entrance.

A car will arrive to collect you at 2pm sharp.

Food and accommodation will be provided free of charge for the duration of your stay, as will all clothing and toiletries.

On arrival, you will deposit your mobile phone and keys in the vault, and these will be returned to you on Monday when you leave.

You may not bring any items with you – any electronic equipment, clothing or other items will be confiscated on arrival.

We look forward to welcoming you to Vasquez Manor.

P.S. Before ignoring this invitation, it is strongly recommended that you read page two.

Wyatt stared dumbfounded at the invitation. It was the most bizarre thing he’d ever received. He’d never heard of Vasquez Manor and there was no detail at all about who was hosting the gala or why you couldn’t take anything with you.

There was absolutely no way he was wasting time with such a ridiculous event.

Feeling far more sober than he had when he arrived home, Wyatt grabbed the second sheet of paper, and as he read, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Undoubtedly, you will question why you should attend such an event, Mr Harlow. To understand why you must attend, dial the below number and enter your work ID as the password to unlock the prerecorded message.

Failure to attend the event will result in the information being shared with the media.

The mention of the media had Wyatt going immediately for his phone. He typed in the number and hit dial, his heart now hammering in his chest.

“Please enter your password to access your prerecorded message,” the robotic male voice said.

Wyatt typed in the ID he used for work and was surprised when it was accepted. How would anyone have access to that, except him, HR and IT. Was this a prank from someone at his office?

“Mr Harlow, your presence is required at the weekend gala, and failure to attend will result in us going to the media. We have substantial evidence of you stealing profit from your clients. We have full access to your accounts in the Cayman Islands, along with significantly damaging information that could result in imprisonment.”

Wyatt sank back against the sofa, unable to believe what he was hearing. How was this even possible?

“If you attend the gala and follow instructions, all evidence will be destroyed and you will be allowed to return to your life as normal, with the caveat that you will no longer be able to fleece your clients. We look forward to welcoming you to Vasquez Manor.”

As soon as the message had finished, the call disconnected and Wyatt just stared at his phone, unable to even process how the hell this had happened? He’d been so incredibly careful. How could someone have this information and how could he get it back?

Wyatt picked up the invitation again. Surely it couldn’t be as simple as just attending some gala. He’d done more weekend events than he could count. Sure, it would likely be dull and hard work, but was that all it would take for him to walk away from this without getting reported to the police?

He had no choice. He’d have to go.

He only hoped he’d be able to find out who the hell was blackmailing him!

The following morning, Wyatt called his office and made arrangements to take last minute leave for the weekend. His assistant promised to cancel all meetings until Tuesday, and he advised that he’d be uncontactable until Monday night. She seemed slightly confused by his sudden absence but obediently did as he asked.

It was around 10am when the intercom announced a delivery.

Wyatt had been half wondering if the whole thing was some sort of sick joke, but when he saw the impressively wrapped box bearing his name, he knew that the gala was definitely real.

Not wasting any of the time he had available, Wyatt tossed the package on his bed and spent the rest of the morning making calls like a madman as he tried to ensure that his Cayman Islands accounts were secure, and that there was no trail with the people he’d worked with. By the time he’d finished, he was even more confused as to how anyone could have discovered his secret.

Just after 1pm, Wyatt closed his laptop and headed for the shower. He desperately wanted the jets of hot water to blast away this horrible living nightmare, but when he emerged nearly half an hour later, the package was still lying in wait on his bed.

Wyatt opened the box and was surprised to find a light grey three-piece suit. There were no labels on it, but based on the pale pink silk lining, it was expertly made and the material felt heavenly. He also had a white shirt, a pink silk tie, black leather lace up dress shoes, sheer over the calf socks and a pair of oddly patterned black silk boxer shorts.

Wyatt held up the black silk boxers and gasped when he realised that the pattern was hundreds of tiny handcuffs and written in bold letters across the arse was the word “THIEF”.

“What the hell? I can’t wear those,” he said in disgust, throwing them on to the bed.

Wyatt moved over to his own underwear drawer, but as he opened it, he remembered the words in the invitation.

“This must be worn, or you will be denied entrance”

If he was denied entrance, then the blackmailer would likely go to the police. He couldn’t risk it. Sighing, he grabbed the silk boxers and pulled them on, the feel of the silk teasing him as it whispered over his skin. He hadn’t worn silk boxers since he was a teenager. They fit him perfectly, albeit a little tightly on the arse.

Wyatt dressed in the rest of the outfit and was amazed at how the suit had been tailored so well to his body. The waistcoat was a little snug when buttoned, and the trousers dug into his hips and hugged his arse and thighs, but the same could be said of all of the suits in his wardrobe. He tried not to think too closely about how someone might have gained his measurements and tied the laces on the dress shoes which were also a perfect fit.

He did a quick check in the mirror, adjusted his dark brown hair and headed downstairs to wait for the car.

At 1:59pm, a cream-coloured Rolls Royce pulled up to the curb and the driver got out, dressed in a black and cream uniform.

“Mr Harlow, please allow me,” he said, opening the back door.

Wyatt smiled tightly at him and ducked to get into the car, surprised to find another man sat there already. The man must have been in his mid-forties, incredibly handsome with greying hair at the temples and a little grey in his perfectly trimmed beard. He was also wearing a light grey suit, but his tie was a silvery grey.

As soon as the driver closed the door, he climbed back into the driver’s seat and immediately set off as Wyatt struggling to do up his seatbelt.

“Paul Tyrell,” the man said offering his hand to Wyatt.

“Wyatt Harlow. I didn’t know we were sharing cars to the . . . gala.”

Paul nodded. “Apparently so. Do you know much about our hosts?”

Wyatt didn’t want anyone to know that he was being blackmailed into attending, so he gave his most charming smile and nodded. “Oh yes, I’ve known them for many years. You’re in for a treat this weekend.”

Paul looked far from convinced and Wyatt wondered if he was there against his will as well. Perhaps everyone would be.

The two of them occupied themselves on their phones for the rest of the journey, both keeping busy to avoid thinking about what awaited them when they arrived.

“Welcome to Vasquez Manor, gentleman,” the driver said as they drove through huge iron gates and down a long gravel driveway.

Wyatt looked out of the window at the beautifully manicured lawns and hedges as the car went along the seemingly never-ending driveway. Eventually they reached a huge marble fountain that sat in the middle of the driveway, just ahead of an enormous manor house with what looked like three or four different buildings. There were already two cars like theirs waiting at the front entrance, with several men stood waiting.

“Here goes nothing,” Paul said under his breath.

The driver opened the door and both Wyatt and Paul stepped out of the car.

“Mr Harlow, Mr Tyrell, a pleasure to welcome you to Vasquez Manor.”

The man who came over to them was dressed like an old English butler and gave both of them a warm smile and a handshake.

“Now that you’re here, we can begin introductions. Gentleman, please follow me.”

The butler headed through the huge double doors and Wyatt looked around at the other five men that were all wearing identical suits with different coloured silk ties. He had no idea what was going on, but he had an uncomfortable feeling that this gala weekend wouldn’t be quite as simple as he’d expected.

Wanna Bet - Chapter 4

Jackson and Kane are back! When last we saw them, a steamy FaceTime call had resulted in Jackson stripped down to his briefs in the conference room at work, and Kane doesn't want to stop there.

I hope you guys enjoy this new instalment - let me know in the comments what you'd love to see happen next!

I couldn’t believe I was stood in the boardroom in just my socks, shoes and skimpy white silk briefs, my cock hard as hell and tenting the material so much that I was surprised it hadn’t ripped through. Kane’s handsome face looked like the cat who’d got the cream on my phone, and I’d just taken his bet that I wouldn’t take my briefs off and get on all fours on the table.

I had absolutely no idea how many people were left in the office, or how many people might be on the floor I was on, or how many people might come this way looking for something?

Either way, I’d taken the bet and my briefs needed to come off.

Facing my phone, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and tugged my briefs to mid-thigh with one quick, sharp movement. My dick hit my stomach with a meaty thwack and Kane chuckled at the sight before him.

“You really are desperate for release,” Kane growled and just the sound of his voice made my dick twitch.

“Does that mean you’re going to let me get off too?”

Kane gave a bark of laughter. “I don’t recall saying that. Now get on the table.”

Trying to ignore my ever-growing frustration, I kicked off my briefs and climbed up on to the conference table, making sure to keep my ass facing the camera. The table was a little wobbly but once I felt reasonably secure on all fours, I arched my back and pushed my ass out, knowing that my cheeks would be spread just enough to give a teasing glimpse of my hole.

“Fuck,” Kane hissed between his teeth. “That’s exactly what I need.”

I heard the sound of unzipping and turned to look at my phone to see if I could make out what Kane was doing but he immediately told me to face forward. Feeling even more frustrated that I couldn’t even get a glimpse of the cock I was lusting after, I settled for grinding my ass back and forth a little, enough that Kane growled again.

“Fuck, that view is perfect.”

I was about to say thank you, but I heard the unmistakable moans and grunts that signalled that Kane had just blown his load.

“Good boy. I’ll pick you up from your office at 7:45. Be out the front.”

I turned around to look at my phone, but Kane had already disconnected.

And it was just at that moment that I heard voices coming from further down the hall. I jumped off of the table, grabbed my briefs and yanked them on, my sensitive cock making me wince as I shoved my hard length back into the tight confines of the pouch. I pulled on my shirt, doing the buttons up as quickly as I could before grabbing my suit pants and dashing into the corner of the room. With my shoes still on, it was a challenge to get them on quickly, but I just managed to button them as two colleagues that I didn’t recognise walked past the glass walls of the conference room.

“Is everything okay in here?” the younger of the two men said with a frown.

“Yes, I was just checking the equipment ahead of a call tomorrow.”

I had no idea how I came up with the lie so quickly, but they seemed pacified, and after giving me a nod, they both walked on.

Looking down to see how obvious my bulge was, I was shocked to see that my fly was undone, and the damp front of my briefs was fully exposed. I gasped and yanked up the zipper before straightening my shirt and heading back to my desk.

No sooner had I sat down, my phone vibrated.

Given how sensitive your dick appears to be, I don’t think silk is such a good idea. There’s not a chance that you’d take those briefs off and go commando when I pick you up, and you certainly wouldn’t give me those briefs when you get in the car.

My dick throbbed as I read and reread the message from Kane. If he thought silk would tease me, he had no idea how horny I’d be going commando, and the idea of handing my briefs to him was so hot that I thought I’d cum handsfree right there at my desk.

I text back those two words that were my undoing. Wanna bet?

I waited until 7:30 before heading to the restroom. The office seemed to be empty, but I had no wish to try and remove my briefs in my office and risk anyone catching me. I’d already come close to getting caught in the conference room and I had no wish to repeat that.

Once I was safely in the restroom, I locked the door and bent over to untie the laces on my black leather dress shoes. With that done, I toed them off and removed my suit pants. My dick had calmed down to a semi but as soon my pants were off and I saw my reflection in the mirror, it immediately hardened back to full length.

Part of me was tempted to disobey Kane. I wanted to jerk off and cum so badly. It would only take a matter of seconds, and I was certain that if I cleaned up, he wouldn’t even notice. I contemplated the idea for a few minutes, even wrapping my hand around my length, but as soon as I felt my dick throb in anticipation, I let go and yanked down my briefs.

 For some reason, I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t sure whether it was Kane I couldn’t disobey or whether it was my own twisted masochism that wouldn’t allow me to do it.

When I picked up my white silk briefs, I was unsurprised by how much precum I’d leaked into them. The pouch was damp, and the stain was obvious. I knew that Kane wanted to see how much I’d ruined my own undies and the idea that he’d be inspecting them made another bead of precum leak down the side of my dick.

I pulled my pants back on and carefully zipped up, mortified by the obvious hard length of my cock. Anyone I walked past would clearly see my predicament and I prayed that the office would be clear when I headed downstairs.

Pocketing the briefs, I put my shoes back on, laced them and headed back to my office to retrieve my jacket and wallet, my cock not softening in the slightest.

Mercifully, the trip to the front of the office was devoid of any of my colleagues and I breathed a sigh of relief when I stepped outside and walked down to the curb.

Just as the clock on my phone ticked over to 7:45, a black town car rounded the corner and pulled up in front of me. One of the darkened rear windows rolled down and a hand emerged, a hand that went straight for the bulge in my suit pants.

Kane grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze. “Still nice and needy I see.”

I contemplated pulling away from him, unsure how much more teasing I could take, but something about his control excited me more than my need for release.

“Get in, Jackson,” he ordered, and I happily complied, walking to the other side of the car and climbing into the back of the car.

As soon I closed my door, the driver, behind his blacked-out partition, hit the gas and drove away from my office.

“I believe you have something for me,” Kane said, holding out his hand.

I nodded and pulled my briefs free from my pocket and placed them in Kane’s hand. He looked at them almost reverently as he unfolded inspected them. His smile widened as he took in the damp pouch. Kane locked his eyes with mine, almost seeing into my soul, as he brought the briefs to his face. He slowly licked the inside of the pouch and then traced his lower lip with his tongue as he softly growled.

“I should have known you’d taste exquisite.”

The sight before me had my dick leaking like a tap into my suit pants. Every heartbeat made my dick throb and the hungry look on Kane’s eyes had me practically whimpering.

“I’ll keep a hold of these,” he said as he popped open his briefcase and tossed the briefs inside.

“So, I’ll be staying commando for the whole evening?” I asked with a gulp.

Kane gave me a grin that made me feel like he’d just fucked my brains out and knew how much I’d enjoyed every second – just without the actual fucking or any form of orgasm on my part . . . sadly.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “So, an evening of commando whilst we have dinner?”

“Yes, Jackson. You’ll be commando whilst we have dinner and I get to know you better, and no, there won’t be any orgasm for you, unless I change my mind.”

Nodding, I tried to cross my legs to ease the pressure in my crotch, but there wasn’t enough space to do so.

“Feeling a little uncomfortable?” Kane leaned across the backseat and placed one of his strong hands on my thigh, giving it an almost imperceptible squeeze.

“You could say that.”

Kane ran his hand up my thigh until his hand was on my dick again. My entire body lit up like a Christmas tree at the contact and it took every ounce of self-control not to buck my hips. Kane squeezed my dick to the point where it almost hurt, before loosening the pressure and then tracing his fingertips up and down my length.

“I wonder how long it would take you to cum if I kept this up,” he thought aloud.

My voice failed as he pressed a little harder, and embarrassingly, I could myself racing to the delicious precipice where the best orgasm would rock my body.

But then he stopped.

“I don’t think we’re ready to let you go just yet, Jackson. I wouldn’t want to ruin your appetite.”

Kane sat back in his seat and chuckled.

This was going to be one hell of a night!

GYOB - Stepdad Style - Submission - Part 7

When last we saw them, Clay was about to head to the office in a suit with no insurance seams on the pants, not to mention a slutty pair of briefs that barely contained him, whilst Karl was struggling with some seriously hot thoughts about Jared. How does their Monday pan out? Read on to find out!

Karl

My morning at work was distracted to say the least. After seeing Jared grab that pair of white mesh briefs to wear for the day, I’d been unable to think about anything else. I was desperately trying to concentrate on work, but my mind kept drifting back to Jared, wondering if those briefs were stretching a little too much on his thick ass.

Why the fuck was my brain doing this to me?

Jared was one of my best mates and I’d never given him more than a passing glance. Sure, I could appreciate that he was a hot guy, but it was never anything more than that. I’d never viewed him in a sexual way that was for sure.

I shifted in my office chair, and it was at that moment that I realised that I was hard again. It felt like I’d been hard pretty consistently ever since that damn obstacle course.

My suit pants were tenting and when I shuffled in my seat a little more, I could feel that my dick had pushed its way out of the side of my lime green bikini briefs.

I really needed to get to the restroom and tuck myself back in, but there was no way I was leaving my desk when my dick was that hard, so sitting as close to my desk as possible, I opened a new file and tried to focus on work so that my dick would calm down.

Clay

The morning was slow but uneventful. I fully expected the suit pants to be shredding open along every seam within minutes of setting foot in the office, but so far . . . nothing. I’d visited the restroom a couple of times and sent Lewis more photos, but aside from him saying how sexy my ass looked, nothing had happened.

Part of me was disappointed. As much as I was starting to enjoy the interactions with Lewis, I couldn’t deny that I was missing the exposure, whether it was planned or accidental. I’d fully expected the pants to rip as soon as I’d sat down, and my dick had been semi-hard just waiting for that sweet sound, not to mention that feeling of the material tightening and then loosening instantly.

But so far, everything was holding together just fine.

I ate lunch at my desk whilst I worked and then realised that it was nearly 2pm and that I needed to send Lewis another update. Getting up, I headed out of my office and crossed the floor to the small kitchenette where I dropped off my mug before heading to the restroom.

The restroom was mercifully empty, and it was at that moment that I decided I needed some sort of rush. So far, I’d just sent Lewis photos of me in the suit, but what If I dropped trou and sent a pic of me in the briefs?

My dick twitched inside them, instantly like that idea, and before I could talk myself out of it, I placed my phone on the counter, undid the button and fly on the trousers and tugged them down to my knees.

Conscious that someone could walk in at any moment and see me in the tiny pair of black silk briefs that left nothing to the imagination, I grabbed my phone and snapped a few shots in the mirror. Without second guessing what I’d just done, I immediately sent the photos to Lewis, dropped my phone back on the counter and bent over to grab my pants.

It was as I bent over that I heard that deliciously dangerous sound – RRRRIIIPPPPPPPPP!

The question was, what the hell had I ripped?

I let go of the pants and stood upright, my hands flying to my ass. The briefs seemed to still be intact, until I reached the rear seam that stretched tightly between my cheeks. My juicy ass had stretched the concertina seam to its limits, so much so that the seam had ripped by about three inches and when I turned and looked over my shoulder, I realised that if I bent over, my hole would be perfectly framed. That was a photo that I definitely would not be taking or sending to Lewis.

I pulled the suit pants back up and did them up, ignoring the fact that my dick was now throbbing against the constricting confines of the briefs, and headed back to my desk, conflicted by how horny I felt at the simple act of the briefs ripping a little.

Karl

By the time the afternoon came around, I’d managed to convince myself that I just needed to jerk off when I got home from work. I hadn’t jerked off for a couple of days, so I was probably just really horny. It had nothing to do with getting exposed on the obstacle course and had absolutely nothing to do with Jared wearing my undies. I was just horny. As soon as I got home and blew my load, I’d be absolutely fine.

At least, I was praying that was the case.

Yes, my thoughts still kept straying to Jared being at work in my white mesh bikini briefs, and I may have even thought about him being hard and horny in them knowing they were mine, but I desperately tried to keep those thoughts at bay.

They weren’t thoughts of any real substance, I was just crazy horny and as soon as I jerked off, everything would be back to normal.

Roll on home time!

Clay

When I got back to my desk, I had a reply from Lewis:

Holy fuck, Clay! I didn’t expect to get treated to photos like those. Someone must be horny. Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find a way to take care of that later.

My pulse raced at the idea of what Lewis might have planned. I knew I should be dissuading him from the crush he had on me, and I absolutely shouldn’t be engaging in any form of flirtation or sexual play with him, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

I just replied with a winking face emoji and got back to work.

Around 4pm, I headed over to the printer to retrieve a load of printouts for a workshop I was running the following day. Normally, I’d have asked one of the assistants to do them for me, but I needed the distraction.

By that time of the afternoon, I’d hung my jacket over the back of my chair and rolled the sleeves of the shirt up to my elbows. Unsurprisingly when I reached the printer, it was out of paper. I was just about to bend down and grab a ream to refill it when one of the account managers that worked for me came into the print room.

“Hey Clay, what’re you up to? Don’t usually see you in here.”

“Sometimes, even I have to do printing,” I said with a chuckle. “How’s things Adam?”

“Pretty good, boss. Just prepping for that pitch next week. I think we’ve got it in the bag.”

I turned to face Adam, the ream of paper now in my hands. “Don’t get too cocky, bud. You know how these things can change like the wind.”

Adam shrugged. “I know, but nothing like a positive attitude.”

“Very true,” I agreed, before bending over to pull open the paper tray.

And that was when the suit pants finally decided to rip . . . right in front of one of team.

RRRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP!

I knew instantly that the rear seam had torn wide open, and based on the gasp from Adam, he was getting a view of more than just my slutty briefs, he was getting an eye full of my . . . everything, thanks to the rip in the briefs.

Bolting upright, I turned my ass away from Adam and my hands immediately flew to inspect the damage. The rip hadn’t completely destroyed the rear seam, but it started a couple of inches down from the top and ran for a good five to six inches, aligning perfectly with the hole in my briefs. Typical.

“Uh, that was unfortunate,” I said, praying that Adam wouldn’t notice the bulge in the front of my suit pants. “Maybe we could keep this embarrassment between us?”

Adam just nodded, his eyes a little glazed. “Uh, sure, Clay. I’ll uh leave you to it.”

Before I could say anything else, Adam bolted from the printer room like a spooked deer in a meadow.

Fuck! I prayed he didn’t tell anyone what he’d seen!

Being as careful as I could, I managed to get paper into the printer and stood nervously waiting as my many pages printed off. I could only hope that no one would spot me walking back to my office. I really didn’t need anyone else seeing that I was wearing some slutty silk briefs. Hell, Adam probably thought I was wearing my wife’s panties or something.

I managed to get back to my desk, holding my printouts over my butt just in case anyone saw me, and then dropped into my chair with a sigh of relief.

But as soon as I let myself drop, I gasped at the third ripping sound of the day, The outer seam on my right thigh tore open a few inches, flashing my muscled hairy thigh.

And my dick couldn’t have been happier.

Fuck!

Karl

By 4pm, I’d reached my limit with work, so I grabbed my laptop and headed home for the day. If I got back that early, Jared and Lewis would still be at work themselves, and I’d have the place to myself, which would give me the perfect chance to jerk off and get past all the weird thoughts and feelings.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I dumped my bag and toed off my shoes before heading straight up the stairs. I was about to head into my room when I noticed Jared’s door was open. I paused and approached it, not really knowing what I was doing or why, but then I saw them . . .

A pair of royal blue bikini briefs on his floor.

A pair of my royal blue bikini briefs.

I made my way into his room without even thinking about what I was doing, and before I knew it, I’d bent down, and the briefs were in my hand. I inspected them and gasped when I realised there were cum stains on the inside of the pouch.

Fuck!

Jared had cum inside my bikini briefs.

My dick was fully hard inside my briefs and without giving it a second thought, I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and lowered the fly on my pants, letting them drop to my knees. My briefs were damp at the front with precum, which wasn’t a massive surprise given how horny I’d been all day, but the surprise was that I was holding a pair of my briefs that Jared had cum in, and my dick was throbbing like it was on the verge of exploding.

Maybe I could just give in to what I wanted, just for a moment. Maybe if I just let myself enjoy what was turning me on so much, I’d tick it off the list and then I wouldn’t need to think about it anymore.

With one hand still holding the used briefs, I used my other hand to free my cock from my lime green bikini briefs and grabbed a hold of my cock.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I whispered.

But the feel of my cock in my hand was way more appealing than the right versus wrong battle in my head. I started to jerk off, right there in Jared’s room, my dick slick with precum, his cum stained on the briefs I held in my other hand.

The cum stained briefs.

Tentatively I lifted them to my face and took a deep breath. The scent was masculine and musky and that sweet, delicious smell of a heavy load.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned before pulling the briefs against my face, the pouch covering my nose and mouth as I inhaled deeply, using Jared’s cum stained undies like a gas mask.

The combination of the scent, the feel of my hand on my dick, and the fact that I hadn’t cum in days, had me on the brink of an orgasm in mere seconds.

Images filled my mind, of Jared wearing the blue bikini briefs, of Jared in my white mesh briefs, and then, of Jared jerking off in the blue briefs, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, his cock thick, hard and ready to blow.

“Ah, fuck,” I yelled as my cock erupted, ropes of cum flying from the tip, coating my hand and splattering my thighs. I kept fucking my hand until my dick was too sensitive to touch.

And that’s when I realised what I’d done . . . my cum was splattered all over the carpet of Jared’s bedroom, along with one of his t-shirts that was also on the floor.

“Oh no,” I gasped, dropping the briefs and taking a step back, wondering how in the hell I could get my cum cleaned up off of the carpet without Jared noticing.

Clay

We have a problem. I just ripped my pants open in front of one of my team, and now they’ve ripped on my thigh too. I don’t think I’ll make it out of the office before these explode.

I hit send on the message to Lewis and patiently waited for a reply, willing my cock to soften. The pressure against the inside of the briefs was driving me insane. My dick was continually brushing against the silk, but the pouch was so snug that I couldn’t grow to my full length.

I’ll pick you up outside your building at 16:45. That way you can leave before the rush. Make sure you don’t cum. You’re not allowed to do that yet!

I reread the message a couple of times. Lewis would pick me up in just over half an hour. I just had to survive half an hour without ripping my pants anymore or cumming.

I could do that . . . right?

Will Clay survive until Lewis arrives? And if he does, what does Lewis have in store for him? And will Karl be able to cover what he's done before Jared gets home! Part 8 of GYOB Submission coming soon! Let me know in the comments what you'd love to see happen next!

JockMailed - Chapter 4

I'm excited to share the edited and amended Chapter 4 (previously 3) of JockMailed. I hope you guys enjoy this one - give it some love if you do!

When Jake arrived in the old Art room at 8am the following morning, he was more than a little apprehensive at what, and who, he’d find. After the thong and the insanely tight trousers, not to mention the epic jerk off challenge, he was incredibly nervous at what he might end up having to do next, let alone who was behind the blackmail.

Jake sat down on the edge of one of the tables, finally feeling comfortable in a pair of grey trousers that fit and wearing a pair of boxer briefs that didn’t give him an instant hard-on or that he fell out of every few seconds.

It was nearly ten past eight when the door opened and Curtis Jakeson entered the room wearing an exceptionally smug grin. Curtis was one of Jake’s closest friends and had spent his entire school life being second best. Jake always seemed to get everything he wanted, including captain of the rugby club that Curtis had worked much harder for.

Jake couldn’t believe it when Curtis revealed himself as the blackmailer. He felt hurt more than anything, before the anger kicked in. Curtis has been his best friend for longer than he could remember. Why would he do this to him?

‘Don’t try anything, Jake or the material I have left will be all over the school and the internet, including the footage of your many jerk-off sessions yesterday.’

‘What the hell do you want from me, Curtis?’

Curtis just laughed. ‘To humiliate you and make you feel like you’ve spent years making me feel.’

Before Jake could respond, Curtis tossed him a manila envelope. Jake opened it with trepidation and pulled out a pair of black and purple silk bikini briefs.

‘What are these supposed to be?’

‘They’re silk bikini briefs,’ Curtis said with a grin. ‘You’re going to put them on underneath your uniform and you’ll be wearing them during practice after school. Oh, and I’ve taken care of your kit for you for practice. It’s ready and waiting in the locker room.’

Jake felt sick at the thought of what the kit could be for practice.

‘Fine, I’ll wear them.’

‘What? No arguing with me? I thought you’d have some fight left in you. Or are you happy to be wearing another pair of my undies?’

Jake blushed, the memory of jerking off in Curtis’ boxers flashing through his mind. He couldn’t believe that he’d picked Curtis’ undies. He didn’t think it was possible to feel even more humiliated.

‘What’s the point in arguing? You’ll just blackmail me.”

Jake went to leave, but Curtis stopped him. ‘You can put them on now. Be quick, I want to get coffee before first class.’

‘You want me to change in front of you?’

‘Yes. If I say change in front of me, you do it. If I grab that big arse of yours, you deal with it. If I tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock, you’ll do it. Either that, or your reputation is history.’

‘Since when did you turn gay?’

Curtis’ face coloured red and he closed the gap between him and Jake in seconds. ‘I’m not . . . Just do what you’re told. I’m just telling you how things are going to work. Now, put the briefs on.’

Jake held his hands up in surrender before kicking off his black leather slip on shoes. He unbuttoned his grey trousers, lowered the zipper and started to wriggle out of his trousers. His boxer briefs had ridden up his ample butt and the lower half of his cheeks was on show. He pulled them down too and kicked them and his trousers away.

The silk briefs were black silk with purple edging. They looked tiny and he was worried about how he’d get them on.

Jake stepped into them and got them as high as his muscular thighs before he had to really wrestle them up to this waist. He managed to get his cock and balls in the front, but the rear of the briefs barely covered his big butt. The bottom two thirds of his firm cheeks were on show, and he was worried that the line would show through his trousers and everyone would think he was wearing girl’s French knickers.

Jake turned around to pick up his trousers and jumped when Curtis stepped up behind him and groped his right butt cheek.

‘What the fuck are you doing, dude?’

‘I told you; I’ll do what I want! Now get dressed or do you want to suck my cock first?’

Jake wasn’t sure if Curtis was being serious or not, so he got his trousers back on as quickly as he could and slipped into his shoes.

Curtis left before Jake was dressed, so he just headed off to his first class, conscious of the fact that the soft silk felt amazingly sensual against his ample bulge.

Jake’s morning was fairly uneventful. Curtis acted like nothing was different between them and classes were as dull as ever. The only issue was that Jake was becoming increasingly aroused by the silk briefs, which wasn’t being helped by the fact that he had to constantly pull them out of his arse crack every time he moved.

When Jake sat down for his double English class in the afternoon, he couldn’t wait for the day to be over so he could get home and Jake off. He had a constant semi-hard on and couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the soft silky feeling of the briefs.

The bell finally rang, and Jake remembered that he had practice. Not just practice, but practice wearing kit that Curtis had chosen.

He purposely dawdled on the way to the locker room so that most of the boys would be out on the pitch. He dreaded the thought of having to get changed in front of any of them whilst he was wearing the skimpy silk briefs.

When he pushed the door open, Curtis was the only one left. He was lacing his boots and had a devilish grin on his face. Jake opted to ignore him and opened his locker to find his rugby shirt and a pair of white shorts that didn’t belong to him.

The shorts were standard white rugby shorts, but they felt stiffer than normal, and they stunk of some sort of chemical.

Deciding that he didn’t want to give Curtis the satisfaction by asking questions, Jake stripped off and pulled his kit on. The shorts were fitted on his ample butt and thighs, but they weren’t skintight, which surprised him. He put his rugby boots on and headed out to the pitch, with Curtis following closely behind him, taking in the view of Jake’s thick arse in the bright white shorts.

Practice was hard. The coach had them doing some serious cardio warmups before they even started on scrum formation and passing. By the time practice was done, the whole team were dripping with sweat and Jake could feel the sweaty silk briefs wedged in his butt crack.

‘Hit the showers boys,’ Coach yelled after another passing run up the field. ‘Jake, Curtis, can you boys collect the cones up for me and drop them off in the storage locker?’

Jake watched the other guys leave and started to wonder why Curtis had wanted him to wear the white shorts or the silk briefs all day. The white shorts were a bit stiff and uncomfortable, but that didn’t bother him a great deal, and aside from being in a state of arousal for most of the day, he loved the briefs. Not that he’d admit it.

Jake started bending down to pick up the cones, whilst Curtis just stood and watched him with a grin on his face.

It was when Jake bent over to pick up the sixth cone that he heard a rip and felt the shorts tear open down the right-hand seam exposing his muscular thigh. After the issues he’d had the day before with his trousers, a flash of his perfect thighs wasn’t going to bother him.

Curtis continued to watch as Jake kept retrieving cones and the more he bent down, the more his shorts continued to rip apart. It started on the side seams, but by the time Jake got to the thirteenth cone, he bent down, and the shorts burst open at the rear, exposing his barely covered rump in the sweaty silk briefs.

Jake jumped up and grabbed his arse to inspect the damage, but as soon as his fingers touched the material of the shorts, they just disintegrated. The more Jake tried to grab at them, the more the material just fell away in his hands.

Curtis couldn’t stop himself laughing as he watched Jake pulling his shorts to shreds. By the time he was finished, he was stood in his silk briefs with only a waistband and a flap of white material.

‘What the fuck did you do to these, Curtis?’

‘Oh, I may have accidentally soaked them in bleach. I guess that’s not good for the material. Nice briefs, silk boy!’

Jake was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was in the middle of the rugby pitch wearing his rugby shirt and a pair of skimpy silk briefs. He grabbed the last couple of cones and carried the stack in front of him to try and hide the fact that he had no shorts on.

Jake ran across the rugby pitch, his bubble butt bouncing with each step and Curtis following closely behind him enjoying the view.

The storage locker was a large metal shed to the side of the building and Jake decided to hide out there until he was sure the locker room would be empty.

He threw open the door and dropped the cones inside before Curtis came in behind him.

‘I think that rugby shirt looks a bit tatty to me.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Jake asked as he looked down at the shirt.

Curtis stepped forward, grabbed the shirt in both hands and literally tore the shirt from Jake’s body, exposing his broad shoulders, muscular arms, pecs and toned stomach.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’

‘I don’t know why you’re complaining, Jake. It looks like you’re enjoying it.’

Jake reddened as he looked down at his crotch and saw that his cock was getting harder by the second and was straining against the silk of the briefs.

He couldn’t deny that the adrenaline rush of losing his shorts and now his shirt was making him horny. The loss of clothing combined with the sensual feel of the silk and a day of arousal was too much for him to bear.

‘Maybe we should see just how much you enjoy it?’ Curtis said as he stepped forward into the small space and grabbed a hold of Jake’s throbbing cock through the briefs.

Before Jake could argue, Curtis put his finger on Jake’s lips. ‘You’re my bitch, remember? You argue, your reputation is gone. Your choice.’

Jake was torn. He’d fancied Curtis for years and, had this been happening under natural normal circumstances, it would be hot as hell, but Curtis was blackmailing him. Surely, he should hate him, not be enjoying the feel of his hand on his dick, whilst silently begging for release.  

Curtis slowly started to jerk Jake’s cock through the briefs and before long, the head of his large dick popped up above the waistband.

Jake’s breathing quickened when he heard the other guys leaving, but no one came near the storage locker.

Curtis continued to jerk him off as his other hand travelled up to tweak and play with Jake’s nipple. Jake groaned and started to buck his hips as he let go of the situation and just enjoyed the stimulating feeling of Curtis’ hands.

Jake was getting close, and he could feel his large balls starting to tighten. He bucked his hips harder until Curtis suddenly let go. They both heard footsteps pounding down the path and Curtis dived out of the storage locker and pushed the door to behind him.

Jake’s heart thudded in his chest when he stopped thinking about his cock and realised the position he was in. He was wearing nothing but his rugby boots and socks and the skimpy silk briefs that were not only damp with sweat but were now slick with his pre-cum across the front. His cock head was still above the waistband, and he was breathing heavily.

Jake heard Curtis talking to coach and he suddenly panicked that the coach might try and come into the storage locker. There was nowhere for him to hide and there was no way he wanted to get caught with his hard cock on full view.  

‘Jake went back for the last of the cones, Coach. He probably detoured to chat to some girl. I just thought I’d tidy up a bit while I waited.’

Curtis stepped closer to the doors and subtly opened one of them a few inches, just enough so that he could slide a hand inside, where he groped at the empty air before his fingers found Jake’s stomach.

Jake held his breath as Curtis ran his fingers down his stomach to his cock and started to slowly jerk him off, whilst he continued to talk to Coach.

Despite the panic he felt, Jake couldn’t help himself and he was soon thrusting into Curtis’ hand, his own hands over his mouth to try and hush his ragged breathing.

‘Well, I’m going to head off. I’ll leave you to lock up the storage locker before you go, Curtis.’

Jake was on the brink of an orgasm as Curtis increased the speed and ran his thumb over the head of Jake’s throbbing cock, his pre-cum acting as lubricant.

‘See ya, Coach.’

Before the sound of Coach’s footsteps had disappeared, Jake exploded. Thick ribbons of cum shot over his stomach, thighs and all over Curtis’ hand.

Curtis pulled the door open and grinned at the result. ‘Looks like someone enjoyed himself.’

‘Is Coach gone? I need to get dressed.’

Jake couldn’t even look Curtis in the eye. He’d just experienced one of the best orgasms of his life, at the hands of his best friend who was blackmailing him for being gay. It was an insane situation to be in, and he couldn’t deal with in that moment. He needed to leave.

‘Yeah, he’s gone. After you.’

Curtis stepped aside so that Jake could step outside and as he walked past, Curtis slammed his hand down on to Jake’s beefy butt with a loud slap.

‘Once you’re dressed, I’ll give you tomorrow’s instructions.’

‘Tomorrow is Saturday!’

Curtis laughed. ‘Yeah, and you’re going to hate it!’

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 32

You guys voted for the guys to make Dan cum and I think it's about time he finally got to release, so let's get to it . . . Don't forget to vote for what you want to see happen next!

Dan wasn’t sure whether to be happy or mortified about his situation. It was bad enough that he’d stupidly ended up naked from the waist down in the middle of the adult ball pit, but now, he was completely naked – no shirt, no socks, no nothing.

“Oh, I don’t think we’re close to being done with you,” the blond guy said with a grin as he groped Dan’s ass.

The feel of someone manhandling his meaty cheeks was enough to make Dan’s overly sensitive cock start leaking more precum. He’d been hard for what felt like forever, and he was so desperate to blow his load and go home, but he had no idea how the hell he would do that when these two guys had his clothes.

“What are you going to do?” Dan asked, trying not to sound worried.

The brunette guy shrugged. “Like I said, you clearly get off on this, so get off. Let’s see you blow your load. You’re clearly ready for it.”

“So ready for it,” the blond said, giving Dan’s cock a squeeze.

Dan moaned and tried not to smile and show how good it felt to have these two guys playing with him. Yes, he was naked in an adult ball pit, and yes, they had his clothes, but they were both incredibly attractive and he was more than happy to have their attention on him, even if he was worried about how the hell he’d get out of there and get home.

“See, you’re so desperate for it,” the blond said with a shrug. “Maybe we should help him out.”

The brunette raised his eyebrows in question. “What have you got in mind?”

The blond stepped closer to the brunette and whispered something in his ear that Dan couldn’t hear. Dan could only wonder what they were concocting between them. Would they make him jerk himself off and cum, only to leave him there naked? Or would they take turns fucking him right there?

The brunette grinned. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

The hunger in his eyes made Dan take a tentative step backwards. “What’s happening?”

“You’ll see,” the blond said as he moved behind Dan and stood so close that Dan could feel the guy’s breath on his neck.

Dan felt fingers on his shoulders before they slowly brushed down his back and over his ass. The blond groped his ass again, one hand on each cheek, as the brunette guy stepped up in front of him, extending his hand forward and wrapping it around Dan’s cock.

“Let’s see how long you last,” the blond said as he brought a finger to his lips and sucked it before sliding it between Dan’s cheeks and pressing it gently against Dan’s hole.

“Oh fuck,” Dan gasped as the brunette tightened his grip on Dan’s cock and started to slowly jerk him off, whilst the blond teased his hole with his fingertip.

“Shall we place bets on how long this lasts?” the brunette said as he leaned forward and kissed Dan’s neck.

“I give it seconds,” the blond laughed as his finger breached Dan’s hole and Dan moaned and struggled to stay on his feet.

“Give his ass a slap,” the brunette said with smug grin. “That always makes you cum faster.”

The blond did just that, giving Dan’s right cheek a meaty slap, which wasn’t as powerful as it could have been if they weren’t surrounded by plastic balls.

Dan was desperately trying to hold back but he’d been ready to cum for the last hour and the combination of these two muscular studs playing with his cock and his ass, whilst they teased him about how quickly he’d blow was just too much.

“Maybe I should add another finger,” the blond wondered out loud as he found that sweet spot and started to work it over inside Dan.

“You won’t need it,” the brunette said as he felt Dan’s cock throb even harder. “He’s cumming.”

Dan hated to admit it after less than a minute, but he was right. His body tensed, that sweet spot inside him pushing him over the edge. His first rope of cum splattered over the brunette guy’s hand and the others coated the plastic spheres that were in the general area.

Dan moaned as his orgasm was pulled from his body and his soul, the two guys not letting up or slowing down as they milked and teased every last drop of cum from his body.

“Fuck, that was so hot, I nearly joined him,” the blond said with a chuckle.

“That was amazing,” Dan said, still panting as he started to come down from the high of his orgasm.

“What do we do with him now?” the brunette asked.

And that was the question that Dan wanted the answer to the most.

Photo Story #69

It's tempting to just post this photo on its own because whoever this guy is, he's absolute perfection.; the shoulders, the back, the arms, that perfect ass, those incredible thighs and legs. He just ticks all of my boxes. However, as this is a photo story, here's a short idea I came up with after staring at this photo for far longer than is polite haha!

When Chuck had been invited away for a guys' weekend, he had jumped at the chance. He'd been running his own garage for nearly six years and this would be the first time since he'd opened it that he'd taken any kind of decent vacation.

The vacation was on a small greek island for a long weekend, staying in a villa that one of the guys' dads owned. The countryside was stunning, the sun was blazing and the sun and ocean were a clear crystal blue.

The first day, Chuck spent his time on the beach, enjoying the sun and the heavenly feeling of knowing that he had nothing to do and nowhere to be. Most of the guys had opted for speedos on the beach, but Chuck had always been a little more conservative and had chosen a pair of baggy board shorts, despite his incredible body.

After hours of dozing and reading in the sun, or playing in the ocean, Chuck and the other six guys had headed back to the villa, showered, dressed and headed into the small town for dinner and drinks.

It was after a delicious meal that they found a bar where the handsome waiter offered them a "secret shot". Chuck and the others jumped at the chance and were soon necking the shots of purple liquid like they'd been wandering the desert and were raw with thirst.

By 11pm, Chuck started to feel bleary and not long after that, the whole night went black.

The following morning, Chuck woke up, confused and sore. He was lying in the sun on the concrete patio, and he was . . . butt naked, except his socks and boots that he'd worn the night before.

"Where the hell are my pants?" he wondered aloud as he pulled himself to his feet.

There was no sign of the other guys. He appeared to be completely alone on the terrace of the villa with no clothes and no idea of the time or how he'd gotten there.

Not being comfortable naked normally, Chuck was surprised at how at ease he felt, not to mention how much his body seemed to be enjoying it. As he gazed out at the ocean, he felt his dick throb, and looked down, stunned to see that his cock was rock solid and bouncing up and down with each pulse.

Ordinarily, Chuck would be mortified and would rush inside to find clothes, but there was something liberating about where he was, and finding himself naked except his boots. There was no one around, no one could see him, so why shouldn't he indulge a little. He'd assumed he wouldn't get a chance to jerk off with six other guys around, but now?

Chuck wrapped his hand around his stiff dick and gasped at the sensation. He'd never had the most sensitive cock, but something about that morning had him tingly and buzzing with each stroke.

"Oh fuck," he moaned as he spat into his palm and stroked it down the length of his cock.

As he stroked, he used his free hand to tug his ball sack just the way he liked it. That was another sensation that seemed bizarrely amplified and he was blissfully past caring if anyone did see or hear him as he jerked himself faster.

It wasn't long before his balls started to retract, and his cock got even harder in his hand as he pistoned his hips into his palm, moaning and panting like a bitch in heat.

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

Cum rocketed from the tip of his dick and landed with a splat on to the patio a few feet away from him. Chuck milked the biggest load of his life from his cock as every muscle in his body tensed. He gasped for breath as his whole body tingled with pleasure.

Chuck laughed as he looked down at the cum all over the patio, not to mention the splashes on his stomach and thighs. He was just about to think about heading inside and grabbing some clothes when . . .

Applause and cheers got louder behind him as the other six guys emerged from the villa through the double glass doors where they'd all watched the entire show. Chuck blushed furiously as he realised that they must have been watching him, but despite the embarrassment, he couldn't bring himself to cover his dick or move . . .

What the hell had been in those secret shots?

Out of Sight - Part Three

By popular demand, I'm bringing back Out of Sight. It's been just over a year since we last met Russell and Dean, and they are back with some more office antics. If you want a story about going commando in suit pants, viagra and explosive orgasms, then this one is for you!

Nearly a month had passed since Russell Klein had led the all-staff meeting whilst getting the best head of his life. The blow job during his interview for Senior Partner had been difficult enough, but being blown in front of the entire company whilst having to smile and pretend everything was normal, had been equal parts dream and nightmare.

Russell had spent the last few weeks desperately trying to work out who his mysterious cock sucker was, but despite his best efforts, he was still absolutely clueless. Worst of all, it had been a month, and he hadn’t had a repeat. They were both mind blowing orgasms and he wanted more.

Dean Luka was officially obsessed with Russell. He’d been jerking off every night since the first time, but after the second, it was like he’d reverted back to being a horny teenager. Two, three, four, even five times a day, he was jerking off thinking about the sexy senior partner and his delicious uncut cock.

Every day Dean tried to think of a way to get Russell’s cock back in his mouth, but so far, he’d come up with nothing. There just had to be a way to get Russell back in the conference room or behind a podium, but Dean had been unable to think up a decent enough reason that would be plausible. He’d even considered drugging Russell so that he could take advantage of him whilst he was knocked out, but that seemed a step too far.

And then it dawned on him . . . knocking him out would be wrong, but what if he slipped Russell some Viagra. What if he ensured that Russell was hard as a rock in the office and desperate to nut? Maybe then he could reveal himself and finally get what he wanted?

Dean had no trouble getting his hands on some Viagra, but he needed the perfect opportunity to use it, a prime time when he’d be able to see it take effect, and to offer his services.

Another week past before Dean got just the chance he’d been hoping for. Both he and Russell had been invited to the same meeting with a new agency that were pitching their services. The meeting would be held in the same boardroom where Dean had first hidden and given Russell a blow job. There was no way he could get away with skipping the meeting and hiding under the table again, but he could absolutely ensure that Russell took Viagra so that Dean could watch the outcome and hopefully take advantage.

Thursday morning came around quickly, and Russell found himself heading into the office in yet another new suit. He knew he should probably stop buying them, but when he’d seen the dark grey with the narrow black pinstripe, he couldn’t resist. It was perfect with a white shirt and black and grey tie, not to mention his favourite black leather wingtip shoes.

Russell strutted through the main entrance and into the atrium with the same arrogant air that he always did. He winked at the girl on reception before pressing the button for the elevator and stepping inside when the doors whispered open.

Mercifully, the elevator was empty that morning, because when Russell turned to look at himself in the mirror, he realised with horror that his fly was undone. He knew he’d zipped it up before he left the house because, given that he always went commando under his suits, he was hyperaware of his fly being down and the risk of him inadvertently flashing someone.  

Russell grabbed the zipper and tugged it up, confused that it was down in the first place. With the fly secure, he turned left and right in the mirror, enjoying the way the new suit pants hugged his muscular thighs and his thick juicy ass. He turned again and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw his fly was halfway undone again.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” he hissed as he grabbed the zipper and tugged it back up.

How could the pants have a faulty zipper when they were brand new? He’d have to be extra vigilant to ensure that it didn’t drop in front of anyone. Thankfully, he’d be spending most of the day in meetings sat down so he didn’t think he’d have too much of an issue, but he certainly didn’t want to risk it.

The morning went by in a blur of calls and meetings, but Russell spent the entire time becoming more and more frustrated by the fly on his new suit pants. Even if it was zipped and secured before he sat down, the fly would gradually drop even when he wasn’t moving, and there’d been more than one occasion where he’d had to cross his legs and hold paperwork over his crotch to avoid anyone seeing his exposed cock, not to mention repeatedly having to shove his cock back inside his pants, and the constant touching had him looking forward to getting home so he could bust a nut.

Russell was tempted to pop to the tailors at lunchtime and try and get the fly repaired, but with all his meetings, he just didn’t have the time. The afternoon was to be spent in the boardroom listening to some tedious agency pitch their services, so he was relieved that he would be able to just sit quietly at the back of the room.

With the meeting about to start, Dean grabbed the two coffees he’d prepared and swiftly added two Viagra tablets to the one he was going to give to Russell. He’d noticed that Russell always had a coffee with him, so was confident he could switch them over.

Dean didn’t attend meetings in the boardroom very often and when he stepped inside, he was immediately transported back to the day that he’d sucked Russell off during his Senior Partner presentation. That had been hands down one of the most erotic experiences of Dean’s life, and just the memory of it had his dick chubbing up in his briefs.

Taking a seat towards the back of the room, Dean was relieved when Russell entered the boardroom. His usual swagger wasn’t quite as arrogant as normal, and Dean noticed that Russell’s stride seemed to be shorter as he walked through the boardroom and took a seat a couple of chairs over from Dean.

“Hi Russell, how’s things?” Dean said with as much innocence as he could manage.

“Oh, hey,” Russell said, clearly struggling to remember Dean’s name for the umpteenth time. “Pretty good. Be glad when we get this out of the way.”

“Yeah. Totally agree,” Dean said, loving the way Russell’s thighs spread as he sat down and his suit pants dug into his muscular legs.

More people had come into the boardroom and Dean wondered how he’d manage to switch the coffees, but the perfect opportunity came just seconds later when one of the senior VPs came into the room and Russell jumped up to go and say hello. As soon as Russell had left his seat and stepped away, Dean grabbed his coffee and replaced it with the one he’d prepared, before sighing with relief. Now he could just sit back and enjoy the show.

The agency reps arrived when the boardroom was mostly full, and they came around the table shaking hands with everyone and saying hello. Dean shook the hands of the two men and watched as Russell took a gulp of coffee and then stood to shake their hands. It was as Russell stood up that Dean noticed that the fly on his suit pants wasn’t fully done up. He was sure it had been earlier, but it looked like it was about a third of the way down. Dean watched transfixed as Russell shook the two guy’s hands and adjusted his jacket before sitting back down, and as he sat, the fly dropped a little further on its own and Dean was treated to the heavenly view of Russell’s uncut cock head.

“Oh fuck, this is even better than I thought,” Dean whispered to himself.

Dean repositioned his chair so that he had the perfect view of Russell’s crotch. He desperately wanted to take some photos of the incredible view, but before he could even get his phone, Russell looked down, noticed the open fly and quickly tugged it back up.

The two guys from the agency lowered the lights and started playing a film that showcased the previous work they’d done. Russell downed the rest of his coffee, promising to chastise his assistant later for making it too bitter, and sat back and crossed his muscular arms, jacket seams straining, as he watched the agency film.

It was about fifteen minutes later, just as the film finished, that Russell started to feel hot. He looked across the room and was surprised to see the air conditioning was on. How was he feeling so warm? He shook his head and repositioned himself in his seat, not noticing that his fly had slid down to half-mast again.

Meanwhile, Dean couldn’t stop glancing over at Russell. He clocked the second that Russell’s fly slid half open and was practically drooling at the view of Russell’s soft cock.

As the agency started walking through the firm’s brief, Russell wiped the sweat from his forehead, undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie. He couldn’t believe how hot the room felt. He could barely pay attention to what the agency were saying as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“We’re now going to show a couple of mock films now that we’ve designed to showcase the firm. We’ll then share proposed next steps.”

The lights dimmed again, and Russell tried to focus on the film, but he felt too hot, his skin felt tight, and then something worse happened . . . how he hadn’t noticed was beyond him, but he shifted in his seat and as he did so, he felt his cock push its way out of his now open fly . . . his somehow rock hard, throbbing cock.

Russell’s eyes widened as he looked down and saw the sight before him. When had he gotten hard? And when had his fly dropped again? He couldn’t remember ever experiencing anything like it since . . . since the time he’d taken Viagra. It had been an experiment, an intriguing idea that he wanted to try out. It had resulted in him getting hard within seconds, his cock had been hypersensitive and he’d cum so fast and hard that he’d nearly blacked out.

As soon as Russell’s thick cock burst out of his fly, Dean had to stop himself from diving across the table and choking the length down right there and then. He’d only expected to see Russell sweaty with a hard outline in his tight suit pants. He’d never imagined that Russell’s suit pants would have a faulty fly and that he’d be sitting there with his cock hanging out in the open.

Russell did a quick look around to ensure no one had noticed his predicament, but everyone seemed to be focused on the screen at the front of the room. He was unaware of Dean who was sat slightly behind him, watching everything.

There was no doubt that Russell needed to get his cock away before the film finished, but if it was Viagra causing his current predicament then he was wary of touching it. Already he could see a faint gleam of precum at the tip, and he hadn’t even gone near it. There was no way he could risk anyone seeing him in that state, but he definitely didn’t want to blow his load in the middle of the boardroom. Although as his dick throbbed, he couldn’t help wishing that the random cock sucker was under the table ready to service him.

Sensing that the film was coming to an end, Russell knew he had no choice. He had to get his cock away before anyone saw it. He slowly reached over to it, not wanting to draw any attention. He took a breath as he wrapped his hand around his thick cock. It instantly throbbed against his fingertips, and he knew he was in trouble.

Dean couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only was Russell’s cock on show, but he’d wrapped his hand around it, and was frozen, panting for breath, sweat glistening on his forehead.

His breath ragged, Russell tried desperately to calm himself down, but the feel of his cock in his hand was electric and another bead of precum leaked out of his foreskin and trickled on to his hand.

“Ah fuck,” he said in a whisper that was barely audible.

The sensations racing around his body were so overwhelming that he could barely even remember where he was. He knew he needed to get his dick covered, but he wasn’t sure he had the skill to know how to put it away.

Taking a deep breath, Russell tightened his grip and tried to shove his cock back through the fly, but as he pushed, he realised there was one big problem – his tailored suit pants were way too tight to negotiate putting his thick hard length back inside. The fly was too narrow for his hard cock and there was nowhere near enough loose material to stretch them out and over it.

He was fucked!

Dean had managed to start filming Russell on his phone, watching as he wrestled with that beautiful thick cock, trying in vain to get it back inside his suit pants. His foreskin had retracted all the way back and the head was angry and shiny with precum. Dean could just imagine the sweaty, musky scent of his cock and balls, not to mention how fucking amazing they’d taste.

Typically, Russell was the most put together, calm and confident guy in the office, but in that moment, he knew he wasn’t living up to that at all. He was hot and sweaty, his cock was throbbing mercilessly in his palm, and he knew there was no way he could get it back in his suit pants. There was also no way that he could leave the boardroom without everyone noticing.

And worse . . . the amount of manhandling to get his cock back in the fly was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Russell knew he was screwed. He was past the point of no return and part of him was past caring. He needed to blow his load already; he needed the release.

Grabbing his cock in both hands, he threw his head back and jerked off like he’d had a week of abstinence. He tried not to moan or pant, but he wasn’t sure if he succeeded. His dick ached in his hands, it had never felt harder or more ready to explode. His balls retracted against his body, pulling in tight as they desperately begged for release.

And then . . . as Dean filmed every second . . . Russell orgasmed, thick ropes of cum splattered over his shirt and his pants, coating his hand. Biting his lip as hard as he could to keep quiet, Russell finally milked the last drop of cum from his cock.

But now he was truly fucked.

Looking down, Russell gasped as he saw the state of his suit. The jacket, shirt, tie and pants were all showered with cum, and it was incredibly obvious what it was. He was stuck at the back of the boardroom, the film was about to end, and he was going to be completely exposed.

“Don’t ask questions,” Dean whispered in Russell’s ear. “If you want me to save your ass, just do as I say. There’s a gap between pieces of the table. Get on your knees, crawl forward and stay there. Once it’s clear, I’ll come back and get you. Move now or everyone is going to see the state you’re in.”

Russell had no idea who the fuck this guy was or why he was helping him, but one more glance down at the state of his suit and he knew he had no choice. He slid off of his chair, down to his knees and crawled underneath the table.

Photo Story #68

Do you ever have those days when you wish you'd just stayed in bed? Days where everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and you wind up wishing the world would swallow you up?

Well, that's how my Saturday went!

It all started as soon as I'd had my shower. I was due to meet some friends for lunch and then take a walk along the river. I'd picked out a tank top and a snug pair of khaki cargo shorts, but when I went to get underwear, I only had one pair of clean briefs, a pair that I hadn't worn for years - they were white and skimpy and made of a weird lycra material.

I pulled them on and was surprised by how slinky the material was and how damn sexy they looked on. They hugged every curve and I couldn't deny how hot I looked them. I thought maybe it would be a good day.

How wrong I was!

I arrived at the pub for lunch and sat down with my friends, but no sooner had we ordered, it started . . . the itching. It was subtle at first, just a little itch on my right butt cheek, then it was my balls, and then within ten minutes, it felt like everything inside my briefs needed to be scratched to within an inch of its life. I had never known itching like it . . . and that was when I remembered the last time I'd worn these briefs . . . the day after I'd bought them. The briefs had caused such bad chafing and itching that I'd ended up removing them in the office restroom and taking them home in my pocket.

As soon as everyone had finished ordering, I decided to repeat the actions from my scratchy office incident. I excused myself from the table and headed straight for the restroom, unable to stop myself from scratching my butt cheeks and my crotch as I walked.

As soon as the restroom door was closed, I had my shorts down to my ankles in seconds, and my briefs quickly followed. I splashed cold water over my dick and balls and soaked my hands before wiping them over my heated cheeks. The itching died away almost immediately and I sighed with relief as I kicked away the briefs and pulled my shorts back on.

I hadn't planned on going commando, but my cargo shorts were nice and snug, so I didn't imagine I'd chafe a great deal.

The rest of lunch was a complete joy - the food was great, we laughed and talked and had the best time.

And then came the walk along the river.

By the time we'd finished lunch, a few people had to leave for other things so there was only me, my buddy Jameson and his boyfriend, Craig. It was a beautiful warm summer day and I was eager to enjoy some time outside, and although Craig didn't particularly like me, I was very much excited for the walk.

It started out well - we walked, we talked, we laughed. We wandered for nearly an hour, enjoying the sun, the coolness of being so close to the river, and the peace of seeing so many people out walking, cycling, rowing and having fun.

It was blissful!

And then we reached the gate.

To cross from one path to the next, there was a fence about four feet high with a narrow gateway where you stepped inside a fenced off circle that was just as wide as my shoulders. Once inside the circle, you had to push the gate away from you, step around it, and pull it back behind you so that you could walk through. It was a kissing gate, or that was what Craig called it.

Anyway, Jameson goes through the gate first, and Craig follows when he's through, but I decided to act like some impatient brat and started to climb the fence. I climbed so that I was stood with both feet on the top of the fence and then jumped down. Jameson and Craig were both watching and laughing at me as I climbed up, and then I jumped.

It wasn't a long distance by any means, but when I hit the ground with both feet, I dropped into a deep squat . . . and that's when the worst happened.

There was an almighty ripping sound and I immediately knew it was bad. I could feel the warm air on my butt and the back of my left thigh. And that's when I remembered that I'd taken off those damn itchy briefs and I was commando, and now totally exposed.

Jameson and Craig were laughing hysterically as I bounced back to standing and my hands flew to the back of my shorts. I had never experienced a rip like it. The shorts had torn from the waistband over my left cheek straight down to the leg band of my shorts. My thick bubble butt and my hairy thigh were both fully on show and there was no way in hell that I could cover up.

We were just over an hour away from the pub where I'd parked my car, and I had to endure that hour with Jameson and Craig laughing and joking about my predicament, not to mention the number of people they told and pointed it out to as we walked.

By the time we reached the pub, I was sweaty and blushing so much that my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I said my goodbyes as quickly as I could and dived into my car, mortified to discover that when I sat down, my balls flopped out of the rip onto my seat.

I thought the worst of my day was over, but when I got home, I checked my phone before entering the house and was confused to see a ridiculous number of notifications on both Facebook and Instagram. My confusion was short-lived when I opened Instagram and found that Craig had posted a ridiculous number of photos and videos of my exposed ass all over his feed, tagging me in every single way.

It was bad enough to endure that amount of exposure but to have it plastered over the internet so that everyone I knew would see? I was never leaving the house again.

It was hands down the worst Saturday of my life!

August Story - choose the scenario!

For our August story, the most popular location was . . . Bowling Alley.

Choose your favourite scenario below and the most popular choice will be written for the August Story!

The Conservative Teacher - Chapter 7

Very excited to share the latest instalment for The Conservative Teacher. This story has most definitely taken on a life of its own. As much as I loved writing this chapter, it is very much a story chapter, rather than an erotica chapter, so apologies but I can't wait to write Chapter 8 - I have some very fun stuff planned for our boys! Enjoy!

Duncan

By the time the play had finished and the faculty cast had taken their bows, Duncan could safely say that he had never felt so humiliated in his life. Everything Matt had put him through over the last few months seemed to pale in comparison to what Louis had done to him. At least when Matt had ripped his trousers in front of the school, he’d been wearing boxers, rather than the ridiculously skimpy white briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

With his cheeks still burning with embarrassment, Duncan headed to his dressing room. He’d pulled on his baggy khaki pants already, but he hadn’t had time to put on a loose shirt and his usual brogues.

Andrew had organised a drinks reception in the auditorium’s atrium where most of the faculty and the students would be waiting to see the cast. Duncan couldn’t think of anything worse in that moment, but he knew that if he didn’t go, Andrew would be less than impressed.

The only upside to the drinks reception would be that Matt would be there too.

The truth of that thought momentarily stopped Duncan in his tracks. How had he gone from hating Matt with a passion to wanting to see him so badly? He shook his head. It was just because of what was going on with Louis. He and Matt were in the same hideous position and, if nothing else, that would form a truce and some camaraderie between the two of them.

And seeing Matt in those tight jeans and that white tee wouldn’t hurt either.

The drinks reception was in full swing by the time Duncan had finished busying himself with tidying the stage and delaying the inevitable as long as possible. When he pushed through the double doors that led into the atrium, there was an immediate cheer, and he felt himself blush all over again.

“What a truly wonderful job you did writing our wonderful farce,” Andrew said, walking over with a glass of prosecco in his hand and a huge grin on his face, his cheeks slightly red from what must have been several glasses of fizz already.

“Thank you, Andrew,” Duncan said sheepishly, hyperaware of the students and faculty who were looking in his direction and whispering furiously. “Have you seen Matt?”

“He’s around somewhere. Get yourself a drink and enjoy the fun.”

Duncan forced a smile to his face, but he knew it must look as fake as it felt. It was as though he was stood in the atrium wearing nothing but his white briefs. It was as if everyone in the room could still see his thick thighs, his bubble butt and the way his heavy bulge made the briefs dip at the front to reveal his trimmed pubes.

The whole experience was like some kind of torture, and he couldn’t wait to escape it.

Matt

For the first time in his life, Matt was experiencing such an overwhelming mass of feeling and emotion that he didn’t know how to begin processing them. Yes, there was rage at Louis for not only blackmailing him and Duncan, but for exposing him on the stage like he’d tried to do. Thank God for Saint Duncan and his quick intervention or the entire school would have seen him bare from the waist down. The idea made him shiver.

Saint Duncan. Now that was causing him an even bigger quandary. He was furious with him for staging this stupid thing in the first place, let alone casting Louis and giving him such easy access to them. But he was also incredibly grateful that Duncan had saved him from so much of the humiliation that Duncan himself had endured. Sure, the audience had had a glimpse of his bare arse but that was nothing compared to the sight of Duncan in his white briefs. The thought of that bulge made Matt’s jeans tighten.

Finally, there was the unexpected feeling of utter joy that had come from being on stage. Matt hadn’t performed on stage since some theatre club stuff when he was at uni, and he’d completely forgotten that thrill of making an audience laugh. It had awoken something in him that was blissfully happy to be back, and although he’d never tell him, he was really thankful that Duncan had written him such a fun role.

“Mr Owen, that was a cool show.” Matt turned to find one of the sixth form students stood with a couple of his classmates. “Didn’t realise we’d be . . . seeing quite so much of you.”

The three of them dissolved into giggles and Matt forced himself not to roll his eyes or yell at them. “Just a bit of good-natured comedy.”

“Not like some of us didn’t see it before,” one of the classmates said with a shrug and Matt immediately recognised him as one of the rugby team who’d seen him naked outside his office.

“Enjoy the drinks, boys,” Matt said through gritted teeth as he headed to the edge of the room to grab another drink for himself.

There were less people milling around the prosecco and nibbles that adorned a long trestle table against the far wall, and Matt took a moment to enjoy some peace. Ever since he’d stepped into the atrium, there’d been constant jibes and comments about his exposure on stage. Mercifully, it didn’t sound like anyone had seen much, but they’d seen enough to know he’d been naked from the waist down.

There was a cheer over by the doors as someone came into the room, but Matt couldn’t see through the crowd to see who it was. He weirdly hoped it was Duncan. He felt a need to talk to him that he couldn’t quite explain. Yes, they’d both been setup by Louis, and were going to have to find some way to get back at him, but more than that, Matt just wanted to make sure he was okay . . . which sounded utterly ridiculous after the last few months of doing everything possible to expose the man.

Matt shook his head and grabbed another glass of the awful fizzy wine. It was alcohol, but he’d have much preferred a beer. He was just leaning over the table to grab a canape in his free hand when someone’s hand brushed over his butt before squeezing his right cheek.

“Excuse me,” Matt said, spinning around, but as soon as he saw who’d done it, he wanted to smash his glass and stab them with it.

“You don’t look pleased to see me, Matthew. I can’t imagine why.”

Louis looked even more smug than usual, and it took every ounce of Matt’s self-control not to punch him right there and then.

“Let me make one thing crystal clear for you, Louis. You may have footage of me and Duncan but that doesn’t give you the right to feel me up whenever you want to.”

Louis laughed. “I think you’ll find I can do whatever the fuck I want. Now, be a good boy and bend back over that table. With jeans that tight, you’re practically begging me for it.”

Unable to see past the red haze that had descended upon him, Matt dropped the canape on the table uneaten, slammed his glass down, wine sloshing everywhere, before grabbing Louis by the front of his shirt.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think you have on me. You don’t get to touch me, or I will . . .”

“You’ll what, Matthew? Punch me? Kick my head in? Right here in front of most of the school? Don’t be ridiculous and let me go before someone notices.”

“What the hell’s going on?”

Duncan

Once he’d extricated himself from Andrew and the other staff and students that wanted to congratulate him or tease him, Duncan headed straight for the drinks table where he found Matt holding Louis by the front of his shirt. Matt looked furious, Louis looked like the cat who’d got the cream, and Duncan just felt tired.

“I said, what the hell is going on?” Duncan said again.

Matt seemed to come to his senses and released Louis, who took a step back, straightening his shirt before grabbing another glass of prosecco.

“I hope you both enjoyed your little performance tonight,” Louis said with that smug grin still plastered across his face. “That was just the beginning. Don’t forget coffee tomorrow morning. We have much to discuss.”

Duncan watched Louis walk away and felt his hands shake from where he’d clenched them into tight fists. He’d never been one for violence but in that moment, he was sorely tempted to punch Louis and teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

“Thanks for stopping me from doing something stupid,” Matt said after downing his drink. “He’s always wound me up the wrong way, but now, I can’t . . .”

“Forget it,” Duncan said with a sigh. “We both need to control our tempers with him until we can figure out a way out of this.”

“Mr Klein, Mr Owen.”

A group of students came over and immediately started talking over each other as they discussed the play and commented on Duncan’s white briefs and Matt’s moment of nudity.

“Okay boys, thanks for the feedback,” Duncan said with a tight smile. “Go and tell Mr Derby how happy you were with the production. I’m sure he’ll love the feedback.”

The group looked a little sad to be dismissed but did as they were told and rushed over to Andrew who was regaling Sally with some anecdote.

“Can we go somewhere a bit quieter for a minute?” Matt asked quietly. “We need to talk.”

Duncan held his breath for a moment before nodding. “Sure.”

Matt led Duncan out through a side door, and they eventually ended up outside, down the side of the building, where it was both quiet and devoid of any people.

“I need to say something, and it’s not easy, but I . . . I need to say it.”

Duncan sat down on the edge of a waist height brick wall that run along the side of the path. “What’s going on? I really hope this isn’t more bad news.”

Matt gave a soft chuckle. “Not more bad news, no.” He came and sat on the other side of Duncan, keeping a few inches between them. “I wanted to say . . . thank you. You didn’t need to jump in and save me on stage. You could have left me to be totally exposed. I . . . I’m really glad you didn’t let that happen.”

Duncan frowned. “Are you actually thanking me?”

Matt nodded. “I know we’ve been hard on each other the last few months and I assumed that you’d be the last person to protect me like that. It was . . . really cool that you did that.”

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you going through that,” Duncan said squeezing his hands together. “I knew that if I were in your shoes, I’d want to be covered, so . . .”

“I just wish I’d been back in time to do the same for you.”

Duncan shrugged. “You think I’d be used to being on show by now, but I just froze. Hearing everyone laughing and jeering and commenting on me like that felt so demeaning and humiliating, and I just couldn’t move.”

Tentatively, Matt placed his hand on Duncan’s. “I know, but let’s hope that that’s the last of it.”

Duncan scoffed. “Like Louis is going to leave it there. He’s obsessed with you. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to involve him in the play. I was so desperate to get one up on you that I didn’t think it through.”

“I think you won there.”

The two of them fell silent and it was then that Duncan noticed that he was now holding Matt’s hand. He marvelled at it for a moment, the way they fit together so perfectly, the warm fingers intwined with his own.

Matt cleared his throat and gave Duncan’s hand a gentle squeeze. “So, can I assume that our war is finally over?”

Duncan laughed. “Yes, I think we have a new enemy to fight.”

Matt stood and stepped in front of Duncan, before leaning down so they were face to face. “Good because I think we’ll make much better allies.”

Duncan knew Matt was going to kiss him and for the first time, he could openly admit to himself how desperately he wanted it, so before Matt could lean in, Duncan shifted forward a little and pressed his lips to Matt’s. As soon as they kissed, it was like someone lit a fire beneath them. Duncan was instantly on his feet, his arms around Matt, Matt’s hands on his arse, they’re tongues colliding, lips bruising, teeth teasing.

Duncan growled into Matt’s mouth as Matt pushed his hand down the waistband of Duncan’s trousers and went straight for his cock, which was already hard and begging for Matt’s touch.

“I need more access,” Matt moaned, undoing Duncan’s trousers and pushing them to his knees so he could more easily get at the throbbing bulge in the white briefs.

Not wanting to miss out, Duncan unbuttoned Matt’s jeans and yanked them halfway down his thick thighs. Matt was wearing black briefs, and his hard cock was already pushing against the waistband, desperate for escape, and Duncan was happy to help, pulling the waistband away from Matt’s body so his cock could flop into the open.

Duncan wrapped his hand around Matt’s cock at the same time that Matt did the same to him, and they were quickly jerking each other off as they kissed like animals. Matt groped Duncan’s arse with his free hand whilst Duncan slid his hand under Matt’s shirt and played with one of his nipples.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” Matt groaned.

Duncan smiled against Matt’s mouth. “The feeling is very fucking mutual.”

“How utterly romantic.”

Duncan and Matt froze momentarily before jumping apart and covering their hard cocks. Duncan yanked up his briefs and trousers and tucked himself in whilst Matt just grabbed his jeans and hiked them up to hide his cock.

 Matt

Why was it that when he finally managed to admit his feelings, and finally got Saint Duncan alone, that Louis happened to come out of the side door and find them?

“What the hell do you want?” Matt said through gritted teeth.

Louis lowered his phone, and it was then that both Matt and Duncan realised that they’d been caught and filmed again. Matt couldn’t believe how stupid they’d been. Of course, Louis would have noticed them leave, and of course he’d come looking, expecting more content for his blackmail campaign.

“I just wanted a little air. You can’t imagine my surprise when I found the Head of English and the Head of Sports going at it like teenagers. You’re fortunate it was me and not some of the students, or worse, Andrew.”

“Fuck off, Louis. Whatever you recorded, I want it deleted.”

Matt knew it was pointless to demand anything of Louis, but it didn’t stop him trying. Now that he and Duncan were finally on the same page, he didn’t want to deal with anything except him.

“I think you’d know by now that you need to be kinder than that, Matthew. Duncan, could you give us a moment? I think it’s probably best if you two call it a night.”

Duncan looked up at Matt, clearly not wanting to leave him, but Matt didn’t feel right continuing anything in that moment.

“I’ll text you later,” Matt promised, giving Duncan’s hand a squeeze.

Duncan nodded. “See you tomorrow, Louis. I can’t wait for coffee.”

The sarcastic tone made Matt chuckle, but as soon as Duncan had disappeared back inside, Matt’s smile vanished.

“What do you want?”

“You could at least pretend to like me, Matthew,” Louis said with a dramatic eye roll. “I felt we needed a little chat ahead of coffee tomorrow.”

Matt frowned. “Why?”

“You’ve made it perfectly clear that I will never have you, and I respect that. But that doesn’t mean Duncan gets you either. If you want me to keep the footage to myself, and to save both of your careers, then you will do exactly as I say. Tomorrow, I will lay out a little scheme for you and Duncan, but behind the scenes, you will keep humiliating Duncan in front of the faculty and students. He’ll carry on hating you, and then he won’t get you either.”

Matt opened his mouth to argue, but Louis raised a hand to silence him.

“If you choose not to follow my simple rules then I will share the footage with Andrew and the PTA and you and Duncan will lose your jobs here, and your careers will be ruined. It’s your choice. Goodnight Matthew.”

Louis turned and started to walk away but stopped and turned back. “Oh, and I’d put that beautiful cock away before you go back in.”

Matt looked down and gasped at the sight of his cock hanging out of the fly of his jeans. He turned away from Louis so he could tuck himself back into his briefs and properly do up his jeans. When he turned back around, Louis had gone.

How could things change so quickly? Matt and Duncan were just at a point where they could actually be together, and now, Matt was being forced to continue Duncan’s humiliation, and as soon as it happened, Duncan would hate him and go back to getting revenge. Did he tell Duncan and risk Louis ruining their careers? Or did he fight against what he wanted and do as Louis asked to save them both?

I suggest we go back to my place after coffee tomorrow morning. I think Mr Owen needs a workout.

Matt read the message from Duncan a few times, feeling equally horny, excited and devastated. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this? He’d just have to get through coffee with Louis in the morning and take it from there, but one thing was for sure, he wanted Duncan more than he’d ever wanted anyone, and that wasn’t something he could just walk away from.

Dissolvable Disaster

For the July story, you guys voted for the chunky guy who gets tricked into wearing dissolvable trunks. I've had this story in my head for a while, so it was great to finally write it, and I hope you enjoy it - give it some love if you do!

P.S. Image above doesn't fit with the character but it felt like a good opportunity to use the pic!

It was incredible how fast time seemed to just disappear. When a couple of my college buddies got in touch asking to meet up, I was sure it had only been a few months, but it had apparently been nearly a year and a half since we’d seen each other, and nearly a decade since we’d graduated.

Garrett and Peter were both good guys, but we’d moved in different circles since we graduated. We’d all been on the football team at college, but since then, I’d stopped playing and focused on my job as a designer. They’d both married and I was still very single, despite my best efforts to find a decent guy. The problem was finding someone that I felt comfortable enough to share my kink with . . . my primary kink anyway.

After college, when I’d started living alone, I’d discovered that I got off on doing stuff in public places, from dressing rooms in stores, to the woods, to sitting in my car in a busy parking lot. If there were people nearby and I was at any risk of being caught, I came hard and fast. My discovery had grown to full out obsession, and there wasn’t a week that went by without me getting off somewhere with an element of risk, which meant that sex in a bed felt . . . dull. Not exactly the easiest way to find someone to have a relationship with.

What also went against me was that I no longer had my muscular football player body that I’d had at college. I still had broad shoulders, thick thighs and a bubble butt, but everything was a little softer than it had been at college, and my flat toned stomach was now definitely in the chunky dad bod territory.

I’d last seen Garrett and Peter at a Thanksgiving get together where we’d spent the night drinking copious amounts of beer and eating pizza whilst we played games and caught up. We’d always played pranks on each other, not to mention teasing the shit out of each other, and both of them gave me a hard time for the gut I’d gained since I’d last seen them. It had still been a fun night, even with their good humoured ribbing, but the highlight of the night had been what I’d done when I’d headed home.

As I’d walked back home in my inebriated state, I’d found myself constantly groping my cock through my jeans, and before I knew it, I’d snuck down an alley beside a bar, yanked my jeans and boxers off and blown my load against the wall whilst I’d heard voices in a nearby yard. It was one of the riskiest things I’d done, and just the memory of the night still got me boned up.

When Garrett had arranged our long overdue catch-up, he’d suggested we hit the beach. I hadn’t been to the beach for years and immediately agreed whilst we finalised dates.

And that’s how I found myself driving to the beach on a Friday morning.

The three of us had taken the day off work and we’d agreed to meet at the beach at 12. I’d thrown on a shirt and a pair of shorts, and brought my trunks in my bag, along with my towel, tablet, shades and sun lotion.

“Still looking as beefy as ever I see,” Garrett said with a grin as he hugged me.

“And it looks like someone is even leaner than the last time,” I said as I took in Garrett’s even slimmer build.

Peter looked his usual average self and as we started chatting about what we’d been up to, we left our cars and headed to the beach.

Given it was a Friday, it was fairly quiet, and we had a decent stretch of the beach to ourselves. Garrett was already in his board shorts, but Peter needed to change, so we grabbed our bags and headed to the small cabana where they had a changing area and showers.

It was when I opened my bag that I wanted to punch myself. I’d forgotten my damn trunks.

“Hey Pete,” I called over the divider in the changing room. “I don’t suppose you’ve got any spare trunks, do you? I apparently forgot to pack mine.”

“Uh, I do have another pair, but they’re . . . I mean they weren’t . . .”

I frowned, not that Pete could see. “So, can I borrow them? I know they might be a little snug, but I promise to be careful with them.”

Pete murmured his agreement and then a pair of navy swim trunks sailed over the divider. I picked them up and examined them. They were only a size smaller than my usual, but the material was a little stiff and there was no mesh lining. Weird.

“Thanks bud.”

“No worries. I’ll meet you back on the beach.”

Before I could answer, Pete opened and closed his door, and I heard his bare feet slap on the tiled floor as he left. What was with him?

I pulled off my shorts and my briefs and shoved them in my bag before pulling on the swim trunks. As expected, they were tight on my thighs and my butt, and my bulge was a little more obvious than I liked, but they were trunks, and they’d do.

When I got back to the beach, Garrett and Peter had their heads together and were whispering furiously as they glanced in my direction.

“What’s going on?” I asked with another frown.

Peter shook his head, his eyes flicking down to the trunks. “Uh, nothing. Let’s get some sunscreen on and then we can hit the water.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

Garrett was now acting equally weird and I didn’t miss the way his eyes roved over my trunks. I knew they were a little snug, but they weren’t that bad.

We each applied our sunscreen and then headed into the surf. The water was a heavenly temperature and I immediately dived in and swam out until my feet barely touched the sand, the water hitting me at chest level.

“How’re you doing, Steve?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Fine, Pete. Why?”

It was at that moment that something didn’t feel fine. In fact, something felt distinctly off. I ran my hand over my thigh as was surprised to find that the trunks had split on my right thigh, right down the outer seam. I gasped at the feel of my bare thigh, but as I tried to grab the material, it just slipped through my figures and vanished.

Oh fuck! This couldn’t be happening.

“Something wrong, bud?” Garrett asked with a grin.

“Pete, are these trunks dissolvable by chance?”

They both burst out laughing, giving me the answer that I really didn’t want. As much as a pair of dissolvable trunks would be a funny prank for most people, it was not the best thing to prank me with. The idea of being out in public in an item of clothing that was slowly dissolving and leaving me naked was possibly one of the hottest scenarios I could think of, and to make matters even worse, as I glanced at the shore, I noticed a couple of guys in their mid-twenties drop their stuff near ours. Both guys were muscular and wearing speedos and I knew that I was fucked.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to give them to either of you, but they’ve been in my bag for a while and you asked for a spare pair, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity.”

The trunks tore open down my left thigh as my cock throbbed to life, the idea of exposure on the beach making my cheeks heat with arousal.

“It’s all good. I can just change into my shorts,” I said, trying to keep my voice even, despite my cock trying to burst out of the trunks.

It was then that the rear seam separated and after a quick feel, my furry bubble butt was fully on show under the water, a fact that had my cock pulsing in time with my rapid heartrate.

“You can’t just change into your shorts,” Garrett said with a chuckle. “We need to see these shorts.”

“Uh, no you don’t” I said as I started moving towards the beach.

Having them see me naked was one thing, but naked and hard and on the brink of an orgasm was not gonna happen.

“Get him,” Garrett yelled as he and Peter dived in my direction.

I swam for the shore, trying in vain to ignore the shorts as they disintegrated around me. I glanced down as my feet hit the sand, and I realised the water was up to my waist now. My cock was now free from the shorts, and I clamped my hands over it as Garrett and Peter splashed behind me.

The amount of noise the three of us were making had drawn the attention of the two hot guys in the speedos and both of them were stood at the edge of the surf watching us with bemused expressions.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was experiencing one of the hottest scenarios in my life, but I had my idiot college buddies with me rather than being alone. I wouldn’t mind being caught like this by the two speedo guys, but not by guys I was friends with.

I emerged from the water, the trunks in tatters, barely hanging on to the waistband, my hands clamped over my hard cock. Garrett and Peter were right behind me, and Garrett leaped forward and grabbed the trunks. The material shredded off of my body and the waistband finally came free. The tug of the material beneath my hands made them momentarily release my dick, giving the two guys a clear view to my embarrassing predicament.

“Holy fuck, he’s hard,” one of them yelled.

“Hard and butt naked,” the other said before bursting out laughing.

As the two of them laughed at me, Garrett and Peter joined in as they took in my naked state, my bubble butt bare and my hands back over my throbbing cock.

“Are you actually hard right now?” Garrett asked, grabbing my arm and yanking my hand away.

My dick flopped into view and that was all it took. As I took in the two sexy guys in their speedos pointing and laughing, and Garrett and Peter teasing me and giggling like schoolgirls, I came. Ropes after cum shot from my cock, splattering cum over my legs and into the water.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned and unable to stop myself, I grabbed my dick in both hands and milked out the last of my orgasm, totally overwhelmed and helpless to my biggest kink.

“Woah, he’s actually getting himself off,” one of the speedo guys yelled.

With my legs like jelly, I stumbled out of the ocean and headed for my bag. I didn’t hear what anyone said to me, focused solely on getting my shorts on and getting the hell out of there. It wasn’t just that I didn’t know how to face Garrett and Peter, but my dick hadn’t even started to soften, and I was sure that the longer I stayed there, the more likely I was to get off again.

I had to escape!

Photo Story #67

It was nearly 11pm and Alan knew that he should have gone home nearly three hours ago. He loved his job, but since becoming a partner at the small law firm, he'd been utterly obsessed. Most days, he was lucky if he got home before midnight and it looked like that night would be no different.

The law firm had recently moved to new premises downtown and Alan's office was one of two on the ground floor, along with a small reception area. Alan had a view of the street through his window and he enjoyed being able to watch people come and go.

Alan pushed his chair back from his desk before undoing his top button and loosening his tie a little. He was hungry and exhausted. He was just about to get up from his desk when he heard the front door open and close.

"I forgot to lock the damn thing," he cursed standing from his chair, preparing to tell some bum that he needed to get out.

But when Alan entered the small reception area, he wasn't met with a bum but a guy in a balaclava holding a knife.

"Woah, this is a law office," Alan said, taking a step back and raising his hands in submission. "We don't have any money or valuables on the premises."

"Shut the fuck up and get back in your office."

Sweat beaded on Alan's forehead as he stepped backwards into his office, keeping his hands above his head. "I promise you there's nothing here to steal."

The guy laughed. "Hands behind your back and turn around."

Alan did as he was told, his shirt buttons gaping slightly as he flexed his chest and put his hands behind his back, an awkward position after a heavy arms and chest session at the gym early that morning.

The guy wound some coarse rope around Alan's wrists before tying it tightly.

"Bend forward over you desk," the guy instructed.

"Wait, why?"

"Unless you want me to cut you up, you'll do it."

Alan gulped, and with sweat now rolling down his face, he spread his legs slightly and bent forward over the desk, his bubble butt pushing back against his tight suit pants.

"Hold still or you will get hurt."

Settling for a silent nod, Alan froze, terrified of what the guy would do next, but equally confused that the whole scenario was starting to get him hard. There was something a masked stranger turning up and taking control that just hit some of his buttons.

"Don't move," the guy said, and then Alan felt something sharp on his butt. Surely the guy wasn't going to actually cut him . . . and why his butt? There was soft hushed ripping sound and Alan gasped as he realised what the guy had done to him. He'd just cut the rear seam on his pants wide open.

And Alan wasn't wearing any underwear. He always freeballed in his suit pants because it turned him on, and now his bare ass was on show.

"Why did you do that?" Alan whispered, his dick now hard and pushing against his zipper.

"We're just getting started."

Alan wanted to protest, but his dick was far from in agreement. He had no idea what the man wanted, but he was suddenly eager to find out.

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 31

You guys voted for the two guys to get Dan naked - it's about damn time haha! Read on to see what happens and vote for what you want to see happen next.

Dan couldn’t believe his luck. It was bad enough that he’d busted the fly on his pants, and broken his belt, but to end up in just his briefs and socks with two guys who’d clearly discovered that he’d been naked in the ball pit was now how he’d expected his evening to go.

And worse? He was still painfully hard. He’d been so close to cumming on multiple occasions in the ball pit, and now he was desperately on the edge and he’d been caught by the two guys just as he was about to retrieve his pants and shoes.

“Maybe you want to tell us what you think you’re doing naked in the ball pit?” the blond guy said as the brunette held Dan’s arms behind his back.

“It’s not what it looks like. I ripped my pants.”

“And your briefs just came off covered in cum on their own?” the brunette said with a chuckle.

Dan had to admit that he hadn’t helped himself. He’d been so horny that he’d let things get out of hand. If he hadn’t been so intent on jerking off in the first place then he would never have had his briefs around his ankles in the first place, which meant he’d have never lost them and drawn attention to himself.

“I know it’s probably hard to believe, but I promise this is worse than it looks. I didn’t want to ruin my pants more, so I took them off with my shoes. My briefs . . . just fell down and then my shirt ripped on the frame. I just want to get dressed and get out of here.”

The blond guy shrugged, before setting down Dan’s pants and shoes where he’d found them. “That would be far more believable if it weren’t for this.” He stepped closer to Dan and groped the rock-hard bulge through his damp briefs.  

“He’s hard, isn’t he?” the brunette asked.

“And leaking like a tap. What sort of perv gets naked and gets off in a ball pit?”

Dan blushed furiously. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. It was difficult enough being so hard and so close to the edge but having two hot guys restrain him and talk about him in such a degrading way made his dick throb even harder.

“It’s obvious you get off on this, so let us help you out,” the blond said with a grin. “I think we’ll get you completely naked, and then we’ll keep hold of your clothes. We wouldn’t want you to miss out on getting yourself off in here.”

Dan shook his head. “Please don’t. You’ve got this all wrong. I really just wanted to get dressed and head home. I promise I wasn’t trying to . . .”

The brunette cut Dan off. “Enough excuses. Get his briefs off.”

The blond had no issue doing as he was told, and Dan felt the guy’s hands on his waist before his briefs were unceremoniously dragged to his ankles, his cock springing free and knocking one of the plastic spheres away with the force of his erection.

“Don’t forget his socks,” the brunette said, and the blond dropped beneath the surface of the ball pit before wrestling Dan’s socks from his feet. He pushed them inside Dan’s shoes before placing the briefs on top of the pile.

Dan couldn’t believe he was butt naked in the middle of the ball pit, not a stich of clothing on him head to toe, and his dick was leaking as it throbbed against the plastic balls that rested against his body.

“The question is, what do we do with him now?” the brunette said as he released Dan’s arms.

“Guys, please, just give my clothes back and let me go.”

The two guys exchanged a look before the blond stepped forward and groped Dan’s meaty bubble butt. “Oh, I don’t think we’re close to being done with you.”

August Story - make your choice

For this month's story, I'm going to post a list of locations and you guys can vote for one or as many as you like.

Once this vote is completed, I will provide a few story scenarios for the most popular location and then you can choose which scenario you want for this month's story!

Happy voting!

JockMailed - Chapter 3

My incredible higher tier patrons voted for a JockMailed story for their June Monthly Story, and I was more than happy to oblige - so much so that I've made it a new chapter in the full JockMailed story because it ended up being so much longer than planned.

I hope you guys enjoy this longer one!

When Jake arrived in the Art Room the following morning, he was expecting to find someone there waiting for him, but instead, there was just another infuriating envelope on one of the tables addressed to him. He tore it open and pulled out a solo sheet of paper.

“I thoroughly enjoyed the show you put on yesterday afternoon, nearly as much as those freshman guys did. Today’s task is a little different – there’s no undies or tight clothing for you; you can keep wearing whatever you’re in . . . for now.”

Jake was relieved that he wouldn’t have to change. He wasn’t sure he could handle another day of slutty teasing undies, or trousers so tight that they burst at the seams. Aside from the potential risk of embarrassment or humiliation at any minute, he wasn’t sure he could deal with being that horny again. He’d cum more times in the last couple of days than he had in the last week.

“Your task today is a cum challenge! You will have to cum three times during the school day, and you will find a list of locations below. I know this challenge may seem a little harsh, but hey – you get to cum at school and I know you’ve done that plenty of times before.

If you successfully complete today’s challenge, I will delete another 25% of the footage I have, and you might get a nice surprise tomorrow morning.”

The thought of having that much deleted felt like a relief to Jake, but when he looked at the list of locations, he wondered if he should just let it come out who he really was.

“Location 1 – 10:20 – Auditorium – you’ll have ten mins to blow your load on stage before the orchestra comes in for rehearsal – I expect you to be naked from the waist down for this one.

Location 2 – 12:55 – Locker Room – you’ll have fifteen mins to cum before you finish swim practice, and for this one, you need to put on the undies of one of the teammates you fancy.

Location 3 – 14:20 – History Class – there’s a storeroom behind your desk at the back of class – you will need to sneak in there, get naked and cum. Easy!”

Jake looked at the list of directions and felt a weird combination of terror and arousal. Whoever was bribing him had a serious public play fetish, and Jake couldn’t deny that he was into it.

His first class passed by in a blur, and before he knew it, he was excusing himself early and moving as quickly down the halls as he could to the auditorium. He was fairly certain it would be empty at that time of day, but it was already 10:15 and he didn’t want to risk someone from the orchestra arriving early for rehearsal.

The auditorium was dark except for a couple of lights on stage. Jake walked down the aisle between the rows of seats, being careful not to trip over his own feet. He was relieved to see that the sound and lighting box that was housed above the entrance was in darkness, which meant no one was up there watching him. He checked both wings and returned to the stage at 10:21.

He had nine minutes, possibly less.

“Okay, I can do this,” he whispered to himself as he toed off his dress shoes. His hands went straight for his belt, and he undid it, before popping the button on his grey uniform trousers. His hands stilled after he’d undone the fly. Was he seriously going to risk being naked from the waist down in the middle of the stage at school?

“Fuck it!”

Jake pushed his trousers down over his muscular bubble butt and thighs before kicking them off. Just his white boxer briefs remained. He was about to grab his trousers and put them back on when his cock throbbed and he looked down. He was already hard as a rock and tenting his boxer briefs, a wet patch in the material a clear sign that his body was definitely onboard with this challenge.

The sight of his cock tenting his undies was all Jake needed to push them down to his ankles and kick them away. The head of his cock glistened with precum, and he couldn’t resist swiping a finger through it before sliding the finger into his mouth and tasting his own juice. It was so good.

“Stop! You’re not supposed to enjoy this,” he chastised himself before wrapping his hand around his cock. He had six minutes remaining, but he was confident this would take no time at all.

Jake bit down on his full lower lip as he jerked himself fast and hard. He hadn’t cum yet that morning, and it was only seconds before he felt his balls starting to tighten.

“Ah fuck,” he gasped as the first rope of cum shot across the stage and splashed on to the hard wood floor. He milked his dick until he was dry but still panting for breath. He was just about to turn around and grab his boxer briefs when he heard voices.

“Oh no,” he hissed before bending over, grabbing his bag, his trousers, his boxer briefs and his shoes, and running off into the wings of the stage.

The lights in the auditorium flickered to life as a few of the seniors in the orchestra walked down the aisle towards the stage.

Jake hurriedly yanked his boxers briefs on over his still leaking cock, dragged on his trousers and pushed his feet into his shoes as he zipped up. His load was still on the stage, but he couldn’t do anything about that. He threw his bag over his shoulder and followed the narrow corridor that led from the stage to a corridor that passed two dressing rooms and led back out into one of the school hallways.

“Fuck, that was close,” he said with a sigh as he tucked his shirt back in.

Feeling relieved that he’d completed one of the three, Jake headed over to the library for an hour before going to the sports facility so that he could get changed for swim practice. He had no idea how he was going to manage leaving the pool and jerking off, but he’d have to think of something.

It was just after 12:15 when he dived into the pool with the rest of his class. His best buddy made a comment about being hungry for lunch and Jake agreed that he’d get showered and head to the café as soon as coach blew the last whistle.

But first, Jake had something more pressing to take care of.

As he swam the laps and tried not to focus on the time, Jake couldn’t believe that he was chubbing up inside his speedo. How was it possible to be so horny when he’d only just cum?

At 12:50, Jake climbed out of the pool and asked coach if he could be excused to use the toilet for a bit, claiming that he had an upset stomach. Given that Jake had never made such a request before, coach just nodded and sent him on his way.

The changing room was three lines of benches and various pegs and coat hooks. The school didn’t believe in lockers for sports as students were expected to use their main locker to store anything when they weren’t in class. This meant that Jake had easy access to his team’s undies, and he knew exactly who’s he’d be wearing.

Curtis has been his best mate for years and although their relationship was completely platonic, Jake had always fancied him. He was muscular and handsome, and Jake knew that he was always wore boxer shorts – sometimes silk, sometimes satin, sometimes cotton, but they always had a button fly, and Jake had dreamed of popping those buttons and sliding his hand inside.

Curtis had changed next to him and Jake easily found his bag. He zipped it open and found Curtis’ silk boxers, a navy pair with gold trumpets and tubas printed on them. Jake wrestled his speedo off, his cock already hard from retrieving Curtis’ boxers. He grabbed his towel and dried himself off before stepping into the boxers and pulling them up. Curtis was a little slimmer than him, and the combination of the tighter boxers on his damp skin felt incredible.

Jake had been thinking all morning about how he’d do this, and he undid the buttons on the silk boxers before fishing his hard cock out through the fly. Fuck, he wished he was doing this to Curtis. Thinking about his best mate whilst he was wearing his boxers, Jake wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke.

The combination of the silk teasing the base of his cock and his balls, his damp skin and the knowledge that he was jerking off in his best mate’s boxers was enough to make Jake cum in seconds, but he wanted to enjoy it. Yes, he was being forced to do this, but there was no reason he couldn’t enjoy it, and fuck did it feel good.

The team could walk in at any point, but Jake was past caring as he fucked his own fist, visions of ripping Curtis’ trousers open and sliding his hand inside the fly of his boxers bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

Jake would have dragged it out even longer had it not been for the loud sharp blast of coach’s whistle.

“Oh shit,” Jake gasped, fucking his hand faster as he chased his orgasm.

Thankfully, he’d been on the edge for a few minutes, and it only took a matter of seconds before the first splatter of cum landed on his right foot.

Without any time to fully enjoy the orgasm, Jake yanked down the boxers, praying that he hadn’t gotten cum on them, before wrapping his towel around his waist. He shoved the boxers back in Curtis’ bag and hastily zipped it up just as the first of the team entered the changing rooms.

Jake immediately sat down on the bench, hoping that no one would notice his still hard cock or the fact that he was still leaking cum.

“You doing okay, Jake?” Curtis asked as he came over and grabbed his towel. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

“Yeah, just feeling a little rough. I’ll be fine after some food I reckon.”

Jake did his utmost to act casual as he showered and tried not to watch as Curtis dropped his towel and pulled on his silk boxers. Jake was praying that Curtis wouldn’t notice anything because if anyone had been in the changing rooms touching his undies, it would have to be Jake as he was the only one in there unaccompanied.

Thankfully, Curtis didn’t notice a thing, and they headed off to lunch, leaving Jake to wonder how the hell he’d manage to get naked in his history teacher’s storeroom.

History was Jake’s least favourite class, and he always sat on a desk at the back of the room with Curtis, but for some reason, Curtis hadn’t turned up to the lesson, leaving Jake alone at the back of the class.

That, at least, made his life a lot easier.

Once the lesson had started, their teacher did his usual and put on some hideous world war video. For once, Jake was thankful for the video, and as the clock hit 14:20, he slowly stood up, stepped backwards and wrapped his hand around the door handle. He did a quick sweep of the room to make sure no one was looking in his direction before he pulled it open, stepped inside and closed it as quickly and quietly as possible.

Sighing with relief, Jake waited for a minute in case someone had seen him and came to see what he was up to. But when he was confident that no one was coming his way, he toed off his dress shoes, pulled off his blazer and unknotted his tie before pulling it free from his shirt.

He couldn’t believe that he was about to get naked in a storeroom just a few feet away from his classmates. He really had reached a level of insanity that he didn’t know was possible. Sure, he was being blackmailed, and he had no choice, but his already throbbing dick was more than enough to tell him that he was enjoying this.

Jake unbuttoned his shirt and couldn’t resist giving his nipples some attention before he pulled it off and dropped it on the floor with his blazer, tie and shoes. Next, he undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and removed them, before adding them to the pile.

Finally, he yanked down his boxer briefs, noticing a new damp patch next to the dried one from earlier. He’d have to sneak those into the wash when he got home.

Jake looked down and realised he still had his socks on. Not wanting to risk failing the challenge, he pulled off both socks and tossed them on the pile.

And that was it – he was butt naked in a storeroom, hidden from the rest of his class by a door that had no lock. He was insane!

Not wanting to focus too much on the risk, Jake started jerking off. After cumming twice that day, he was still horny, but he knew he’d something to make him cum quickly, and there was only way that he knew he could do that. With his free hand, Jake sucked on his index finger before sliding it between his cheeks and pressing it against his hole.

Jake forced down a moan as his dick throbbed his hand and his hole twitched against his finger. He couldn’t believe he was going this far, but he needed to cum already. There was no clock in the storeroom, and he couldn’t risk being in here when the lesson ended as everyone would notice he’d gone, and his stuff wasn’t.

Putting more pressure against his hole, his finger pressed against the ring of muscle. Jake tried to relax but he was jerking his cock too fast to focus on two things at once and settled for just rolling his finger around his entrance. The sensitive nerves there were more than enough to make his body hum, and he felt his balls start to tighten.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jake whimpered as his entire body tensed and a rope of cum shot from his cock and splattered on to one of his shoes, quickly dribbling down the polished leather.

Jake continued to fuck his hand as he fingered his hole, cum continuing to leak from his cock as he did his utmost to keep quiet. The last thing he needed was to get caught in that position.

Once he’d finished one of the most incredible orgasms, Jake grabbed his boxers from the pile. Thankfully, they’d been on top, but they’d caught most of his load and were soaked.

“Fuck it,” he sighed, putting them aside on one of the shelves. He’d just have to go commando again.

Jake got dressed as quickly as he could, trying to be silent. He zipped up carefully, praying that his cock wouldn’t leak anymore, tied the laces on his now sticky dress shoes and after taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped back into the classroom.

No one paid him the slightest attention as he sat back down, just as the bell rang to signal the end of class, and the end of the day.

Jake sagged in his seat, sighing with relief. He’d done it. He’d actually done it. He waited for everyone else to leave before heading to his locker where he found Curtis grabbing stuff from his own locker.

“You feeling any better? You look flushed.”

Jake coughed. “Yeah, just need some sleep maybe. Uh, catch you later.”

Jake opened his locker and sighed when he found another envelope that he stashed in his bag, along with a couple of books he needed for homework. He left school and made sure he was alone, before ripping open the envelope.

“You certainly surprised me today! Not only did you complete the challenge, but there was no mistaking how much you enjoyed it. Tomorrow, you need to be at the art studio for 8am again. I think it’s time we met!

P.S. I’ve deleted an additional 25% so 57% has now been deleted.

P.P.S. Don’t worry, I’ve retrieved your boxers from the storage room for you. I’ll keep hold of those."

Jake blushed when he realised that he’d left his boxers behind in history. Not only had he forgotten them but now his blackmailer had them. Some pervert had his cum stained undies. Why did that thought make his exhausted cock twitch?

And he’d finally get to meet his blackmailer? Who the hell could it be?

What's Happening In August?

I can't believe we're in August already - where's the year going? But we have some awesome new stories coming up this month that I can't wait for you to read.

First off, I will be posting a brand new chapter of JockMailed later today - this was the June story for higher tiers and I've decided to include it in the main story. I can't wait for you to read it.

Next up, I have some time off this month and I have a very exciting list of stories that I'll be sharing during August, which are:

• Conservative Teacher - Chapter 7

• Mystery Manor - Chapter 1

• GYOB Submission - Part 7

• Out of Sight - Part 3

• Wanna Bet - Chapter 4

• JockMailed - Chapter 4

We will also have 4 weekly photo stories for higher tiers, 2 new entries for CYOA Dan and I will be doing the July Story for higher tiers, which will be about a chunky guy hitting the beach in dissolvable swim trunks - so excited to write that one!

Excited for you guys to read this month's content - let me know in the comments what you're excited about the most, or what you'd love to see in future months!

Photo Story #66

A couple of people on Tumblr recently liked this very old photo story I did, so I thought I'd amend and post on here - hope you guys enjoy!

Shane had always been painfully insecure about his body, and no one understood why. Thanks to year of hitting the gym, he had the most amazing toned physique, including a bubble butt that you could bounce a coin off of. But despite that, Shane avoided being shirtless as much as possible, and he'd had a fear since he was a child of being seen naked by strangers. He had no idea where the fear came from, but he couldn't escape it.

One sunny weekend, Shane had borrowed his parents' boat and headed out a little way from the shore to go for a swim and to get some peace. But his peace was shattered when a loud and raucous group of gay guys pulled up nearby in their own boat, music blaring and voices loud.

Shane was stood on the deck in just a loose shirt and a pair of board shorts. The group of guys had hollered at him, and shouted a few obscenities, which made him blush, but he'd shyly waved back.

And that was when he stumbled.

He completely lost his footing and flipped over the rail. His shirt caught on one of the joists on the side of the boat and tore from his body as he splashed down into the water.

Ignoring the laughter and the wolf whistles, Shane used his raw strength to pull himself back on to the boat, but as he was utterly unaware of his board shorts. Where he'd fallen into the water, they'd slipped down over the top of his bubble butt and as he repeatedly tried pulling himself out of the water, they slowly slid lower before dropping to his ankles.

Gasping in shock, Shane turned to yank them up, but kicking his feet was a reflex and he watched in horror as his shorts floated away.

With a grunt of effort, Shane managed to hoist himself back on to the boat, his cheeks spreading and giving the guys a mortifying peek at his hole.

But once he was back on the boat, Shane had a huge problem . . . he didn't have any other clothes with him. They were in his car at the docks.

"Need some help, handsome?" one of the guys yelled.

Shane blushed furiously and kept his hands clamped over his cock and balls as he shook his head.

What the hell was he going to do now?

Ripping Restaurant Revenge

I'm excited to share the second of our commission stories for this month, an awesome idea from our winner for a classic revenge story, but this time . . . on a first date. I hope you guys love this as much as I do!

Philip Jennings was by far the most arrogant, condescending dick I had ever come across in my entire life. He was a senior sales exec at the same tech company that I worked for, and I’d have hated the man, if he hadn’t been so damn easy on the eye.

Frankly, he was perfection. At 6’3, Philip had broad shoulders, a deliciously thick chest, big arms, thick thighs and the meatiest bubble butt you could imagine, not to mention a bulge in his pants that had made me drool more than once.

During my first few weeks at the company, I’d clocked Philip on multiple occasions and finally got a chance to chat to him as we were waiting for a company meeting to start. I wasn’t the most subtle as I asked him if he wanted to discuss sales projections over a coffee, but the cold way he looked me up and down before dismissing me had lit a fire in me than I never knew was possible.

Six months after that hideous interaction and I was a different man. I’d dropped thirty pounds, toned up like crazy with a new gym routine and traded my tatty wardrobe for the same designer shirts, suits and shoes that Philip always wore.

Was I obsessed? Possibly. But I wanted revenge.

I considered doing something to Philip in the office but every scenario I considered wasn’t good enough. I wanted to utterly wreck him. So, I concocted a plan. With my slimmer, fitter body and my expensive suits, Philip had suddenly become much more interested in talking to me, and that’s when I decided what I’d do.

One of the firm’s biggest clients was in town, and dining at one of the best restaurants in town, which I knew because I’d booked the table for them myself.

My plan was simple – trick Philip into asking me out and stage our first date in that restaurant, where I would engineer it to be as humiliating as humanly possible, showing him up in front of the big client that he’d scored for the firm.

Getting Philip to ask me out took no effort at all. I only told him how good he looked, and he asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him. Easy! The next step in my plan was a little more complicated but thanks to my new best friend at the suit boutique where Philip and I both shopped, everything was coming together.

The following morning, I waited eagerly near reception for my first glimpse of Philip, and just after nine, there he was, walking through the doors in a navy suit that hugged every curve of his flawless muscular physique. He was wearing a lilac shirt, a dark purple tie, and a pair of dark brown leather dress shoes.

“Good morning, handsome,” I said as he approached me, the usual cocky expression on his face. “Looking exceptionally good today.”

“I know. A little birdie told me that this was your favourite colour.”

I forced myself to smile and gush as I told him how incredibly sweet he was, and how much I couldn’t wait for dinner. That last was true, but for very different reasons.

The day seemed to crawl by as I eagerly waited for it to be 6pm. I’d planned everything down to the last detail, and I was relieved that Philip looked his usual arrogant and impeccably dressed self as he met me in the lobby and we headed downtown in a cab.

To say the conversation was dry would be an understatement, but the thought of what was to come kept me smiling and chatting with him like a doe-eyed schoolgirl.

“So, drinks first?” he asked as we stepped out of the cab and on to the sidewalk.

“Let’s go for drinks after dinner,” I said with a small shrug. “I’m famished.”

Philip smiled and led the way into the restaurant, the host giving me a knowing smile as he led us to a table in the middle of the other diners. As soon as Philip saw our client, he rushed over to say hello, oozing his slimy charm, whilst I took my seat and waited for him to return.

The restaurant had tables dotted around the well-lit space with pristine white tablecloths that draped to the floor.  

“I just had to say hi to a client. I had no idea he’d be here tonight. We may have to take him for drinks later.”

I forced another smile. “I could think of better things for us to do, but if you’d prefer drinks with a client.”

Philip grinned. “What sort of things?”

I leaned forward and squeezed his thigh, sliding my hand up as high as I dared. “I think you can use your imagination.”

“Ah, fuck yeah.”

The waiter came and took our order and as we sipped champagne, ate our appetisers and started on our mains, I did my utmost to be charming, simpering and flirty as hell. As Philip dug into his steak, he sat back in his seat, and I noticed the epic bulge in his suit pants. I had him exactly where I wanted him.

“Oh no,” I said in my most dramatic voice as I knocked my spoon under the table. “Could you grab that for me?”

Philip rolled his eyes at my incompetence but got up from the table. “Any excuse to get between your legs.”

The moment I’d been waiting for had finally arrived.

Philip got down on his knees, his jacket straining against his biceps before he leaned forward under the table. As he pushed his ass back, there was a loud RRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPP and he immediately bolted upright, hitting his head on the table and sending my wine spilling over the white cloth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I yelled, jumping to my feet.

All of the diners, including our client, had eyes on our table as I stood up and inspected the sight I’d been dreaming of, and it was even better than I planned. Philip’s suit pants had split straight down the rear seam, exposing the tiniest pair of tighty whities I’d ever seen. They barely covered his thick meaty cheeks, and the navy suit pants ripped even more as he backed out from under the table.

“Is everything okay?” the host asked as he rushed over.

“No, I ripped my damn pants and . . .”

I ignored Philip. “No, everything is not okay. This man is a pervert. He tried assaulting me under the table.”

“What?” Philip yelled, clutching at the back of his suit pants. “No, I didn’t.”

“Then how do you explain that?” I said, pointing at the outline of his still hard dick.

Philip released the back of his suit pants to try and hide his bulge, but I was on a roll. This was going better than I’d ever dreamed possible.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to stay here whilst I call the police,” the host said solemnly.

“You can’t. I didn’t . . . He was leading me on all night.”

At a nod from me, the host took a step back so he was slightly behind Philip.

“That’s a lie. I thought we were just having a business dinner.”

Another nod from me and the host grabbed the back of Philip’s ripped suit pants and yanked them off completely, leaving him totally exposed in his tighty whities, sheer socks and dress shoes.

“What the fuck?” he yelled.

“Oh my god. Look at him. He’s hard!”

Philip’s dick throbbed at my words, a dribble of precum soaking the skintight white material.

It was at this moment that I realised that he was getting off on this. The arrogant dick was into humiliation.

“I can’t believe I ever did business with you,” our biggest client said as he tossed his napkin on the table and stormed towards the door.

“Everyone can see you in your tighty whities, you loser,” I said in a quiet voice as I leaned towards him. “You look so fucking stupid.”

Philip’s eyes widened as his cock visibly throbbed again, but this time, it kept going.

“Oh, he’s going to finish right here in the restaurant,” the host gasped. “Please sir, you have to come to my office. This is inexcusable.”

Philip was frozen, hands at his sides, clenched into fists, his face beet red.

I stepped towards him and whispered in his ear. “Call this payback, you arrogant dick. Everyone can see that under those power suits, you’re just a tighty whities loser”

Philip’s eyes widened as his body tensed. “Oh fuck.”

I stepped back and watched as Philip’s dick erupted, cum soaking through the front of his tighty whities as he looked down in horror at his body betraying him. Cum oozed through his briefs, dripping on to his thighs and his dress shoes.

“I think you can pay the check. Have a good night.”

And with that, I left Philip Jennings in the middle of one of the poshest restaurants with diners laughing and taking photos of him covered in cum in his tighty whities.

Revenge was definitely the sweetest of desserts.

JockMailed - Chapter 2

Here's the second revised chapter of JockMailed - this time, Jake has to wear the way too small trousers that his blackmailer has chosen for a commando day - what could possibly go wrong . . .

When Jake got home, he went straight to his room, slammed the door shut and stripped down to the thong. Without even a conscious thought, he was hard and couldn’t stop himself from stroking his thick cock. He tugged on the waistband of the thong, pulling the rear strap further between his cheeks.

Jake was moaning as his hand pumped his cock faster and despite cumming only a few hours before, he was soon shooting his load all over the carpet.

Once he’d recovered from his second orgasm of the day, he put the thong to the back of his underwear drawer – still drenched in cum – before tearing open the jiffy bag that had his name on.

“Jake, you managed to get through the first day without too much trouble. Let’s see how you fair on day 2. In the bag, you’ll find the trousers that you’ll be wearing to school tomorrow. Good luck getting them on. The only other requirement is that you freeball underneath them – no underwear at all. I look forward to seeing that fat arse trying to burst out. Until tomorrow . . .”

Jake pulled out the trousers and instantly checked the size – they were a size 30 waist, which was 2 sizes smaller than Jake usually wore to school. He could occasionally get into a 32, but they were a nightmare to wrestle his ample butt into. He had no idea how he’d manage with the 30.

Deciding to try them out, Jake stepped into them and started the arduous process of getting them on. He managed to get them as far as mid-thigh before they wouldn’t go any higher. It took a good ten minutes before he managed to get them to his waist, by which point they were bulging at the rear seam and the thigh seams, and his manhood was hanging out of the open fly. He laid down on the bed to suck his toned stomach in, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t fasten the button.

‘What the hell am I going to do?’

If he wore the trousers, his cock would be hanging out, but if he didn’t, his secret would be out. With a wave of inspiration, Jake grabbed a black leather belt and threaded it through the belt loops. With a struggle he managed to do up the belt, tuck in his cock and balls and pull up the fly. The button on the waistband was still undone and the fly was half an inch from the top, but after a check in the mirror, no one would notice.

Unfortunately, his bulge looked obscene in the skintight trousers and his massive butt looked as though it were in a pressure container. Jake grabbed his spare uniform blazer that he never wore due to it being a size too big and was relieved to see that it just covered him at the front, even if his bulbous cheeks were still very much on display.

Satisfied that he could deal with it, Jake got changed and tried not to think about getting through the next school day.

The following morning, Jake wrestled himself back into the trousers, slipped on his black dress shoes and pulled on his white shirt and slightly too big blazer. His bulge was to the left of the fly, and it was obvious he wasn’t wearing underwear, but with the blazer done up, he was fairly well covered.

When Jake got to school, he was surprised that there wasn’t a note in his locker, but assuming that was a good thing, he headed to his first class.

Jake spent the morning being exceptionally careful every time he sat down. During one of his morning classes, one of the other guys on the rugby team asked him why he was wearing a pair of trousers that were so tight, which made Jake blush, and he brushed it off as he needed to do some laundry. That aside, he got to lunchtime without a problem.

He lunched with the guys as normal, before returning to his locker to get his books for the afternoon. It was when he opened his locker that he started to worry. There was a note.

“Looks like this task is just too easy. Very clever using that blazer to hide your bulge, but let’s see how you get on with a bit of added discomfort. In the envelope, you’ll find a blue pill – take it before you go into your history class. It’s a double period so will make for an interesting afternoon. Enjoy!”

Jake was completely against drugs and had no idea what the little blue pill could be, but he was desperate to get more photos deleted, so he popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it dry before heading to history class.

He took a seat at the back and was relieved that this was the one class that he didn’t share with any of his rugby buddies.

At first, Jake thought the pill was just to put him on edge, but after half an hour, he started to feel hot. It was subtle at first, as if someone had turned up the heat, but after a few minutes, he could feel sweat on his forehead, and that was quickly followed by an unexpected but unwelcome stirring in his crotch. He shifted in his seat slightly to try and get more comfortable, but within a minute, his cock had gone from soft to a full blown hard on – at least, as hard as it could get in the tight confines of the trousers.

Jake shifted around a little more to try and ease some of the pressure, but this only made matters worse as his cock started to lengthen out. With nowhere for it to go, it rested against the fly. Jake tried to focus on the history lesson, but his cock was twitching uncontrollably and as he tried to slide down in his seat to make himself more comfortable, the zipper burst open, and his rock-hard cock flopped out into the open.

Horrified that his cock was out in class, Jake did a quick glance around to make sure no one could see his predicament before trying to push it back inside his trousers, but his cock was way too big and hard to get back into the tight trousers.

Jake was sweating furiously as he tried to wrestle his throbbing cock back into the tight confines of his trousers, but it was no use, and the touch of his hand against his hard-on was making him bite his lip. Sliding down in his seat a little more, Jake undid his belt, which allowed the trousers to fall open completely.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead and suppressing a groan, Jake grabbed his cock and pushed it inside his trousers, before struggling to try and do his belt up. He managed to get it done up, but the fly was well and truly busted and the tight trousers gaped open. Aside from that problem, his hard cock was clearly obvious in the thin grey material and there was even a small wet spot of pre-cum bubbling on the material where the head of his cock rested against his thigh.  

Jake looked at the clock and saw that there was only 15 minutes until class finished. Then he’d have to get to his locker and get home without anyone seeing the gaping fly that revealed his lack of underwear. Then there was the bigger issue of his throbbing hard on. He could only imagine that the little blue pill was Viagra, and it was certainly doing its job.

Jake spent the rest of class trying to think of everything and anything that would get rid of his erection, but the more he tried to get rid of it, the harder he got. Sweat had caused his shirt to cling to his toned chest and stomach beneath his blazer and he could feel moisture running down his back and into the crack of his ample butt.

As the seconds ticked away of the last minute of class, Jake started to panic. He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, terrified that people would see his predicament, hard as a rock, utterly exposed, and desperate to shoot his load after being hard for so long.

The sweat was dripping off of Jake when the bell finally rang. He was breathless as he watched the rest of the class leave and the teacher follow them. Jake stood up and looked down at the obscene bulge in his trousers. He had to readjust it, he had no choice, but as soon as he grabbed his thick length through the trousers, the head of his cock rubbed across the slippery surface of his thigh, and it was game over. Jake moaned and practically folded in half as the orgasm rocketed through him, the cum pouring through the trousers and running down his leg on the inside and outside. The left side of his trousers was covered in the wet sticky goo, and it was obvious that he’d just cum in his pants.

‘What am I gonna do?’ he whispered to himself.

Thinking fast, he took off his blazer and folded it over his arm so that in the right position, it completely covered the front of his trousers to his knees. His white shirt was see through from the sweat, but without a moment’s hesitation, he darted for the lockers.

As he opened his locker, he was unsurprised to see another envelope and he grabbed this after depositing his textbooks and heading out of the school’s rear exit that most people didn’t use.

Jake found a quiet spot and leaned against a tree as he tore open the envelope.

“You did well today, Jake. I’m disappointed that you didn’t rip those pants wide open in class, but your hard-on was definitely a nice sight under the desk. Tomorrow you can wear what you want, but when you arrive at school, you need to go to the old art studio for 8am. You’ll receive further instructions when you arrive.

P.S I’ve now deleted 32% of the photos. You’re getting there!”

Jake put the envelope in his bag and keeping a tight grip of the blazer over the front of his trousers, he started the walk home. It was only when he was just a few streets over that he made the fatal mistake of dropping his blazer.

Without even thinking, Jake bent over, and the trousers burst open from waistband to crotch and straight up the front, the button bursting off. The trousers were completely split open, and Jake’s big beefy butt, soft cock and low hanging balls were bared for all to see. In a stroke of cruelty from the universe, it was at that moment that a group of freshman guys rode by on their bikes and stopped to cheer and laugh at him.

“Nice ass, jock!” one of them yelled through his laughter.

“Might be time to start shopping in the men’s department,” another yelled.

 Jake held up the two sides of his trousers, which were staying up due to how tight they were on his thighs. Ignoring the freshman and running as quickly as he could, he headed towards his street after pausing briefly to tie his blazer around his waist to hide his ample butt.

Jake got to his front door and practically fell through it in his hurry to get inside. It was bad enough that the trousers had ripped but that group of freshmen just had to appear at the worst moment. He just prayed that they hadn’t taken any photos or videos of him.

But little did he know that his blackmailer had been following him home and had caught the whole ordeal on camera. Now he had even more material to use and things were about to get even more interesting because Jake wasn’t the only one who was going to be in the old art studio at 8am.

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 30

You guys wanted Dan to get caught by the two guys in the ball pit, and now he's in trouble. What do you want to see happen next? Vote below for your fave option!

“Gross! Those briefs are still there,” the brunette guy said as he waded back into the ball pit, his blond buddy behind him.

“I wonder if anyone will come and retrieve them.”

“Nah! I bet they just get cleaned up later. No one would want to be seen grabbing them.”

The two guys laughed as they headed further into the ball pit, leaving Dan to blush even harder from his position near the climbing wall.

How the hell had this happened?

He was naked except his socks, his shirt had torn off and was unwearable, his pants were also ripped, not to mention being on the other side of the ball pit with his shoes. And his briefs? His briefs were lying there at the edge of the ball pit, still damp from his precum and still very much inaccessible.

And worse? His cock was still rock hard and throbbing!

The two guys who’d found his briefs and tossed them to their current location had moved into the ball pit but were only a few metres from the edge, meaning that if he moved to get his briefs, one of them would likely spot him.

“Fuck,” Dan whispered under his breath.

Despite the ridiculous situation he found himself in, Dan couldn’t stop his hand from wrapping around his cock and giving it a couple of strokes.

“Fuck, I’m so close.”

With more restraint than he imagined he needed, Dan pulled his hand away and took a deep breath. He couldn’t stay in the ball pit naked forever. He needed to get his briefs back, get his pants and his shoes and get the hell out of there.

The guys didn’t look like they were going anywhere anytime soon, and Dan couldn’t wait any longer. He would have to get as close to his briefs as he could and just swipe them, whether they saw or not. The issue was that the balls were only knee height near the edge, so he’d have to be practically lying down so that no one saw that he was naked.

Deciding to just go for it, Dan moved slowly through the balls until they came to just above his waist. At that depth, if he moved too quickly, he could see his cock bouncing in front of him. After checking the two guys weren’t watching him, Dan slipped down into the balls until he was sat on the slippery floor, before sliding forwards, his cock brushing against the flooring as he tried not to moan.

Dan moved as slowly as he could but soon enough, the balls were barely covering him, and he was right in front of his briefs. With a sigh of relief, Dan emerged slightly from the balls and grabbed them before turning tail and sliding back across the floor until he was in a deeper area of the ball pit.

Dan was shaking with adrenaline when he finally stood up again, the balls at chest height once more. His briefs were still damp, but he was past caring and yanked them, doing his best not to stumble or trip.

With his briefs on and his cock somewhat restrained, Dan headed towards the corner where he’d left his pants and his shoes. Yes, he knew his pants would still be gaping open at the front, but he was past caring. He just needed to get the hell out of there.

But as he made his way across the ball pit, Dan was completely unaware of the two guys who had not only seen Dan snatch his briefs back but had also seen his bare bubble butt emerge for a brief second as he’d done it. They’d both worked out that he must have left his clothes somewhere and now was their time for some fun.

Dan reached the corner and was about to grab his pants when someone strong grabbed his arms from behind, whilst the blond guy moved past him and grabbed his pants and shoes.

“Maybe you want to tell us what you think you’re doing naked in the ball pit?”

Oh fuck!

July Story - Choose Your Storyline

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