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Photo Story #65

I'd been taking my cars to Big Mike's Garage since I'd bought my first car. Big Mike was a bear of a guy in his early 50's and he worked with his son, Duncan, who was even bigger than Big Mike, and a guy in his 60's who never seemed to talk.

But when I took my car in to get the brakes replaced, I was surprised to find just Big Mike and a ridiculously attractive new mechanic who he introduced as Pablo.

Pablos was like a wet dream; dark eyes, black hair that hung over his forehead and full lips that promised the best kisses and blowjobs of your life. He wore a tight green tee that was covered in oil and grease and a pair of jeans that were so tight, they were obscene.

"Pablo here will work on your car. We're fairly quiet today so give us a couple of hours and it should be ready for you to pick up."

I thanked Big Mike and stumbled out of the garage with my dick thickening in my pants. I was utterly besotted with Pablo. I didn't know if he was straight, bi or gay or what he might be, but I wanted him.

With two hours to kill, I decided to head to the coffee shop on the next block over, but despite the work I had to do, the calls I took, or the coffee I sipped, I couldn't stop thinking about sexy Pablo in his ridiculously tight jeans. He was practically begging for them to be ripped off.

When I headed back to the garage, I was surprised to see Big Mike's truck gone, and no one manning the desk. There was always someone on the desk and I'd just assumed Big Mike would be around, but there was no one.

I pushed open the double doors that led to the workshop and was relieved to see that my car was parked to the side, which I hoped meant that it was finished already.

The question was . . . where was everyone?

"Hello" I called, hoping there was someone around, preferably Pablo.

"Back here," a voice called from the back of the workshop, and I knew it was Pablo even though I'd only had a "hi" from him earlier.

Sure enough, when I rounded an old Mustang, there was Pablo, on all fours under a vintage VW beetle. And fuck, his ass was the best I'd ever seen in real lifem round, pert, peachy and oh so fuckable!

"You're here to pick up the Civic right?"

I could only nod, my mouth unable to move or form words.

"Give me two minutes to finish this and I'll be right with you."

He gave me a smile that made my stomach flip before turning around to go back to the car.

At that moment, he leaned forward to go on to his hands and knees, and as he pushed out that perfect ass, all of my dreams came true. There was a loud RRRRIIIPPPPPPPP as the denim tore right down the side of his rear right pocket, the material shredding open like tissue paper, revealing the skimpiest black briefs I'd ever seen in my life.

Pablo seemed to be oblivious to his predicament and continued working on the car whilst I pulled my phone from my pocket and started filming the view in front of me. I couldn't pass up on the chance to get footage of this sexy guy with his ass on show, his slutty bikini briefs barely covering the best butt I'd seen.

When Pablo came out from under that car, I planned on doing everything in my power to get those jeans off, but if that failed then I would always have the footage of him flexing his glutes with his jeans ripped open!

Exposed Depravity

I'm excited to share the first of our two commissions from the Summer Commission Giveaway. I absolutely loved this idea when I heard it and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

From the first day that Darren Clark joined Mega Corp, Ethan had been utterly besotted with him. With his short brown hair, dark eyes, and a toned body that he kept hidden underneath meticulously fitted suits, Darren drew plenty of attention from his coworkers.

That attention was fairly standard to Ethan who’d been at the company for nearly a year longer than Darren. The all-male office had been instantly interested when Ethan had first walked through the revolving glass door wearing a tight navy suit, white shirt and red tie. His blond hair was kept short, and his blue eyes were almost hypnotic.

But Darren was fresh blood and after almost six months at the company, Ethan’s obsession was getting out of control.

So out of control in fact that one Thursday evening, he found himself stood at the office window waiting impatiently. For the last few weeks, on a Thursday, Darren had finished work, headed downstairs, changed into his running gear, and gone for a run before coming back to the office, grabbing his stuff and then walking home. Ethan knew there was a small changing room on the ground floor, but he also knew there were no lockers, which meant that he could get his hands on Darren’s clothes.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ethan finally saw Darren running down the front steps of the building. Not wanting to waste a second, Ethan walked as quickly as he could to the elevator and headed down to the ground floor.

The changing room was tiny, two small benches with a couple of clothes hooks and one small shower cubicle. The crowning glory for Ethan was the sight of Darren’s charcoal grey suit and white shirt hung on one of the clothing hooks, and his polished dress shoes tucked under one of the benches, along with his bag resting on top.

Ethan immediately grabbed the white shirt and held it to his nose, inhaling the delicious scent of Darren’s aftershave and the musky smell of his body. It was intoxicating and got him instantly hard, but he was praying for something more. Ethan pulled open Darren’s bag but was immediately disappointed when he didn’t find any underwear. He’d assumed that Darren would wear boxers or something during the day under his suits and would change into something tighter for a run, but there was no underwear there. But what was there was a journal, a black leatherbound notebook.

Ethan pulled the book out of the bag and flicked it open, leafing through the pages, his eyes widening in shock as he devoured page after page.

“This is so much better than finding his undies.”

Ethan grinned, tucked the notebook under his arm and headed for his car, a plan quickly forming in his head, whilst his cock twitched and leaked in his pants.

The following morning, Ethan arrived in his favourite navy suit, with white shirt and red tie and polished dress shoes. As soon as he reached his desk, he sent a meeting invite to the entire office calling everyone to the large conference room at 10am.

Ethan had spent the entire evening reading every page of Darren’s journal and he had the perfect plan for finally getting exactly what he wanted.

“What’s the meeting about?” Darren asked him, just before ten, as they walked to the large conference room where the thirty or so all male staff had taken seats in their suits.

“Oh, you’ll find out,” Ethan said with a grin.

Darren looked a little flustered as he took a seat near the front and Ethan wondered how much Darren must have panicked when he realised his journal was missing.

“Happy Friday everyone,” Ethan said, taking a step up on to the small stage. “I know you’re all wondering what this is about, so I’ll cut to the chase. I found a little something yesterday, and when I discovered the contents, I thought it was only right to do something truly remarkable with it.”

Ethan risked a glance at Darren who looked a little flushed.

“Yesterday, I discovered some very interesting reading material.” Ethan pulled the notebook out of his bag and savoured the look of absolute terror on Darren’s face. “I found this in Darren’s bag, and I think you’re all going to be fascinated by the contents. Our newest colleague has some very depraved fantasies, and they involve nearly everyone in this office.”

“Ethan . . . please don’t,” Darren said from his seat, his cheeks flushed.

“There’s everything from Danny in Finance being blown under his desk to Michael in Sales fucking Darren on the conference table.”

The room erupted in whispers and laughs as everyone digested this information.

“But there was one specific scenario that dripped with depravity, and I thought how entertaining it would be to bring it to life, right here in the conference room. Why don’t you come and join me on stage, Darren?”

Darren tried to object but the guys sat on either side of him helped him out of his seat and pushed up on to the small stage next to Ethan.

“Why don’t you read out the scenario whilst I bring it to life for you?”

Darren shook his head, pleading for Ethan to end this before it started, but Ethan had absolutely no intentions of letting go of the thing he’d wanted for the last six months.

“Get started or I’ll make this even worse.”

Darren looked down at the open page of the notebook and swallowed hard. “I can’t stop . . . I can’t stop imagining Ethan. He’s so incredibly sexy. I had this bizarre thought last night where Ethan and I were presenting in the main conference room. I . . .”

“Go on,” Ethan said with a grin, knowing exactly what was coming.

“I asked Ethan to strip me down in front of everyone, and he did it, removing my clothes until I was down to my undies.”

“Pause there,” Ethan said, “I need to catch up.”

Darren was practically trembling as Ethan removed his suit jacket, his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. As soon as Darren’s lightly tanned, toned body came into view, the rest of the guys in the room started cheering. Ethan pulled the shirt off of Darren completely, watching as his nipples grow erect in the cool draft of the air conditioning.

“Please stop this,” Darren whispered.

Ethan shrugged. “You wanted this and now I’m making it happen. Kick your shoes off.”

Darren took a deep breath and toed off his shiny black dress shoes. Ethan went straight for Darren’s belt, unbuckling it, before undoing the button and lowering the zipper. He held on to the material, feeling the gentle throb of Darren’s cock against the fly.

“Feels like someone wants this more than I thought.”

Darren whimpered as Ethan yanked his pants down to his ankles revealing a skimpy tight pair of black briefs that left nothing to the imagination. The rest of the guys cheered and many of them made comments about the obvious hard-on that Darren was sporting.

“Yeah, you like being exposed in front of all of these men, don’t you? Having them see you in your slutty little briefs.”

Darren moaned as Ethan grabbed his cock through the black briefs.

“Maybe we should get you to change into a jockstrap so they can see that sexy ass of yours framed and ready for them.”

Darren shook his head, but his dick throbbed in his briefs at the mere thought.

“Keep reading.”

“When . . . when I was down to my undies, Ethan ripped them off, bending me over and spanking my ass in front of the entire office. It was so phenomenal that I came right there in front of them.”

Ethan chuckled. “Sounds like I have some work to do, boys.”

Everyone cheered as Ethan gripped the sides of Darren’s briefs and yanked them as hard as he could. Darren dropped the notebook as his briefs were torn from his body, his hard cock coming free and slapping against his stomach.

“Put this on,” Ethan said, pulling a jock from his pocket and handing it to Darren.

Darren stepped into the jockstrap and pulled it on, unable to wrestle his cock into the tight pouch and settling for it hanging out of the side. The waistband of the jock read “Cum Slut” and all the guys hollered when they read it.

“You want this so badly, don’t you?” Ethan whispered into Darren’s ear. “You love having all these guys you’ve dreamed about, probably jerked off thinking about, watch you as I completely degrade you.”

Darren could only nod, a string of precum dripping onto his thigh.

Ethan slapped Darren’s ass, his handprint remaining on his left cheek. The guys all cheered for more, and Ethan was happy to oblige, spanking Darren’s delicious ass, alternating between cheeks.

“Look how fucking hard you are,” Ethan whispered. “You wanna cum, don’t you?”

“Please, Ethan . . . please.”

Ethan stood to the side, one hand wrapping around Darren’s cock, the other groping and spanking his ass. Ethan started to slide his hand up and down Darren’s shift, the precum providing the perfect amount of lube on his cut cock.

“You’re going to cum for me and you’re going to moan like the office slut you are.”

Darren could only pant for breath as Ethan sped up, his free hand alternating slaps on Darren’s cheeks. The guys all catcalled and laughed as Darren’s knees trembled, but in a matter of seconds, his balls tightened to his body, and he came.

Cum splattered over the floor as Ethan milked Darren dry. Darren moaned and gasped for breath, struggling to stay on his feet.

“There’s my good boy,” Ethan whispered, his own cock throbbing against the tight confines of his own briefs. “Now, who wants to play with him next?”

The conference room went wild as Darren realised that his Friday was far from over.

JockMailed - Chapter 1

As promised, here's the revised first chapter of JockMailed. You may notice that our main character has had a name change from Jack to Jake - this is purely because I already had Jack Matthews as one of my main characters so I need Jack to be Jake.

I hope you guys enjoy this one, and I'll continue to share the revised chapters, and a new chapter, over the next couple of months.

Jake Kirkland had it all. At 18, he was the captain of the rugby team, a straight “A” student and he had a body to die for. He was 6 foot tall, with chiselled features, dark blue eyes, thick dark hair, broad shoulders and a toned thick body with the most incredible muscled thighs. But Jake’s crowning glory was his firm bubble butt that stuck out like a shelf. Men and women alike couldn’t help but stare when he walked past and Jake would often use his ample arse to his advantage. Jake had no issue getting into bars or buying alcohol because despite his age, he easily passed for someone in their early twenties.

Jake was easily the most popular guy in school and had girls flocking to his side every hour of the school day, but despite his reputation as a ladies’ man, Jake was secretly the opposite. He’d dated hundreds of girls, but he knew without a doubt that he was gay. However, given that he was the captain of the rugby team and the most popular guy in school, there was no way that he could ever reveal his secret. If anyone ever found out, he’d be ruined, and he was counting on a sports scholarship to get him into Cambridge University.

Jake would occasionally meet up with a guy from a local university when he needed a man fix. He didn’t use his real name and often met in a forest so no one would catch him. He knew he was taking a risk, but sometimes, he just needed to feel another man.

So, all in all, Jake was a very happy guy. Who wouldn’t be with everything he had? But that was all about to change . . .

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon. Jake had just finished lunch with the guys from the rugby team and was making a quick pit stop at his locker before he headed to history. But, when he opened his locker, he was greeted with a surprise as a manila envelope fell out and dropped at his feet.

Jake picked up the envelope, which had his name printed on the front. He tore it open and pulled out the contents. It was a folded sheet of paper and a few photos. Jake was confused until he turned the photos over and saw an image of himself being fucked from behind by the uni guy in the forest. It was unmistakably him and he quickly rammed the photos into his bag before anyone else could see them.

As he unfolded the sheet of paper, he felt sick to the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t believe that someone had caught him.

“Jake, it’s about time you got what you deserved. If only everyone knew that you were a fag that liked being banged in the woods. Perhaps I should share these photos on the school intranet. Or maybe I should give you a chance to redeem yourself? Another envelope will be in your locker tomorrow morning. Follow the instructions and I’ll keep the photos to myself. Ignore them and your popularity and scholarship will be history.”

Jake wanted to throw up and he thought of nothing else for the rest of the day. As soon as he got home, he took the photos into the back garden and burnt them, praying that whoever had seen him would just destroy them. He decided to write the mystery person a note that he’d leave at the front of his locker. If they could get in there, maybe they’d see it and stop this.

“I don’t know who you are, but I beg you to destroy those photos. I don’t deserve this. Please let me know who you are so we can talk. I’ll do anything.’

With his note written, Jake went to sleep, but when he arrived at school the following day, another envelope was already waiting for him, with a warning that said to open it in private.

Jake grabbed his textbook and the envelope, before placing the envelope with his note at the front of his locker. He had just enough time to dive into the boy’s toilets to tear open the envelope.

“So, Mr Perfect, let’s see if you can follow instructions as well as you try and hide your secret. In this envelope, you will find a special gift. Put it on underneath those tight trousers of yours and keep it on for the whole day. Whatever you’re wearing at the moment, you can leave in your locker. Don’t think I won’t know if you don’t follow orders, I will and don’t think of trying to work out who I am, it will just lead to the photos being posted. Have a good day.’

Jake opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of black silk, which turned out to be a teeny tiny thong. It was a small, which was ridiculous given the size that Jake was. He’d be lucky to get the damn thing over his thighs. He toyed with the idea of ignoring the note, but he was terrified of losing everything he had. With a sigh, he went into a cubicle and after dropping his stuff, he undid his belt and wrestled his tight grey trousers to his ankles before kicking them off with his shoes. Jake’s black CK boxer briefs were the next thing to hit the floor, revealing his massive bubble butt and his ample cock and balls. Jake held up the silk thong and started to pull it up. By the time it got to his thighs, the quarter inch waistband was stretched to its limit and Jake started to worry that it would rip apart. However, with a bit of careful manoeuvring, Jake managed to get the thong to his waist. The string at the back disappeared into the deep crevice of his arse and he had to spend quite some time trying to get his large package into the small piece of silk at the front.

The thong rubbed on his crack and the silk tickled his balls as Jake pulled up his trousers and did them and his belt back up. He put his shoes back on and after a quick check in the mirror that you couldn’t see the thong through his tight grey trousers, he headed back to his locker. The note he’d written had already been taken so he hastily shoved his boxers in and slammed the door.

Jake made it through his first class without much trouble, but when he was walking to Maths, the silk of the pouch was rubbing his balls so much that he felt an unwelcome stirring coming from his cock. He tried to ignore it, but by the time he took his seat in Maths, he was semi-hard and getting harder. He shifted in his seat, but as he did so, his cock managed to slip out of the pouch before reaching its full seven inches.

Jake spent the hour and a half lesson willing his cock to soften, but to no avail. By the time the bell rang, he had a wet spot of precum on his grey trousers. He waited until everyone had gone to lunch before using his bag to try and disguise the obvious bulge in his trousers. He prayed no one would notice as he stopped at his locker to grab his books for the afternoon.

As he opened his locker, he was surprised to see that his boxers had gone and had been replaced with another envelope.

“If you do as you’re told, those photos won’t go anywhere. I hope you’re enjoying that thong – it should make for a very . . . stimulating day.”

Jake wanted to punch his locker but was relieved that the anger made his cock soften. He stopped at the boy’s toilets to tuck himself back in before heading for lunch. During lunch, the boys were talking about some of the guys on the football team and his best friend, Curtis, brought up a guy on the team that had been caught wearing his girlfriend’s thong under his school uniform. Jake tried to join in the banter, but all he could do was shift around uncomfortably in his chair, praying that none of them ever discovered what he had on under his uniform. Wearing a girlfriend’s underwear was one thing to be teased about, but if they found out that the rugby captain had a tiny men’s silk thong on under his grey trousers, he’d be a laughing stock.

Just as lunch started to end, conversation turned to sex as it often did and one of the guys started bragging about his latest conquest. Jake tried to show a bit of interest, but with all the shuffling he’d done in the chair, the rear strap on the thong had worked its way further into his crack and was starting to press on his hole.

Jake started to sweat when he realised that he was starting to get hard again and without a second thought, he lied about needing to be somewhere and bolted from the table. By the time he got to the toilets, he was hard as a rock and quickly locked himself in a cubicle. Dropping his bag, Jake unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers before pushing them to his ankles. He looked down at this rock-hard cock tenting the small piece of black silk, his large balls hanging out of the side of the pouch.

Without a second thought, Jake pulled his cock free from the silk and started to jack off like he hadn’t cum for months. He was so horny and couldn’t stop himself. With his free hand, Jake grabbed his ample arse and gave his cheeks a playful slap before gripping the waistband of the thong and pulling it deeper into his crack, moaning with pleasure at the pressure on his hole.

After just a couple of minutes, Jake felt the familiar stirring as his balls tightened against his body and after a few seconds more, he started to shoot his seed against the door of the cubicle. It was the most he’d cum for a long time and he felt weak at the knees by the time the orgasm was over. Wiping his hand on some toilet tissue, he tucked his softening cock back into the thong and pulled up his trousers, but what he didn’t realise was that the pressure on the thong from his yanking on the waistband had resulted in a small rip. A small rip in the quarter inch waistband.

Jake made it through his afternoon classes without too much trauma. He was still horny as hell wearing the silk thong, but he seemed to be able to stop himself from getting fully hard again. He thought he’d made it through when his English teacher received a note and made an announcement that the rugby club had been called after a school for a meeting with the coach.

There was definitely no practice today, but Jake couldn’t help but worry about the meeting. When he arrived in the locker room, the banter with the other lads put his underwear out of his mind and by the time the coach joined them, everyone was in good spirits.

‘I’ll make this brief boys. We’ve got a lot of big matches coming up and our game isn’t where it needs to be, so I’ll be increasing the number of practices. I’m sorry, but we’ll have to start today – just a 45-minute session of exercises. Change up into your shorts and jerseys. The quicker you’re all out there, the quicker we finish.’

Most of the guys immediately started pulling open their lockers, but Jake was frozen with fear. There was no way he could change in front of anyone whilst wearing the tiny silk thong. He could feel his balls hanging out of the side of the small pouch and the back string was still wedged firmly between his massive butt cheeks.

‘Coach, can I quickly make a phone call and meet you on the field?’ Jake asked as most of the guys started stripping down.

‘Make it quick, Kirkland. We need the captain out there.’

‘I will, coach.’

Jake jogged out of the locker room and waited a bit further down the hall. After 3 minutes of squirming and praying that the room would now be empty, he headed back and was relieved to see the last couple of guys heading outside as he entered.

Jake threw open his locker and found another note:

“A surprise practice – you must be thrilled. I’ve taken the liberty of washing your jocks for you as you have your underwear sorted for the day. Let’s hope there’s no contact today or you could be in trouble trying to get a cup inside that thong. Happy playing.”

Jake wanted to scream. He couldn’t believe that someone had known about the practice and pre-empted it. Without a jock, he’d be flopping around all over the place. The only good thing was that he had a pair of baggier black shorts in his locker, which would hide any form of outline and would hopefully conceal the fact that he wasn’t wearing a jockstrap.

With the locker room empty, Jake pulled off his blazer, shirt and tie and pulled on his rugby jersey, before kicking off his shoes and dropping his trousers. He’d never pulled on a pair of shorts faster in his life but was relieved when he was covered again. He decided to pack his uniform straight into his bag, so that he could just leave in his kit without showering. There was no way he could get away with changing in front of the guys.

With his rugby boots on, Jake jogged out to the field where the rest of the team were jogging the perimeter. He caught up and jogged at the back, his balls slapping his thigh with every step.

Jake was relieved that there was no contact during the practice. He managed to stay at the back for the most part, which was a blessing as he couldn’t stop himself from constantly adjusting his cock and balls as they swung around and flopped out of the side of the small pouch.

‘Okay boys, we’ll finish with a lap around the field and then you can change out and head home.’

Jake let out a sigh of relief knowing that he could soon get home and change, but his relief was short lived. As he ran down the first length of the field, he noticed that the laces on his right rugby boot had come undone. He quickly bent down to tie it but immediately felt something shift under his shorts. His cock had flopped out of the side of the silk pouch and was now resting against his thigh. But worse than that, his now free dick started to harden.

Jake looked around and was grateful that none of the other guys seemed to have noticed amiss. He finished the lap, conscious of his cock getting harder inside his shorts, the sensitive head rubbing against the silk pouch of the thong.

He watched the rest of the guys run straight into the locker room after their coach and decided to wait until they’d all gone.

It was nearly 20 minutes later when Jake sheepishly walked into the locker room. He could hear Coach on the phone in his office, but there was no one else around. He grabbed his trousers and dived into one of the toilet cubicles. He kicked off the shorts and after tucking his hard cock back into the thong, he wrestled his trousers on, retrieved the rest of his stuff and headed for his locker.

Unsurprisingly, there was another note waiting for him:

“I’m impressed that you managed to keep the thong hidden today, even with a raging hard-on during practice. Shame no one noticed. Your final instructions for today are simple. There is a package with your name on it behind the bin at the end of the corridor. Retrieve it and take it home. You can keep the thong – you may need it again.

P.S. As you did so well today, I have deleted 12% of the photos I have. Keep following instructions and I’ll delete more.”

Jake felt like some of the weight had lifted from his shoulders. It hadn’t been great, but it wasn’t the worst punishment he could think of. He could make it through a few more days like this, the photos would be gone. Feeling a bit more cheerful, he retrieved a jiffy bag with his name on and headed home. As he walked, his balls flopped out of the pouch, and he realised that he was starting to get hard again – maybe the thong wasn’t so bad after all!

Photo Story #64

A little departure from our usual content this week, but I hope you guys enjoy the teaser.

Charlie and I had been friends for year, ever since senior year of high school. We kept in touch during college, and when we both graduated, we ended up living in the same city, just a couple of blocks over from one another.

Charlie had always been cute. He had messy brown hair, the most incredible green eyes and the cheekiest grin, particularly when he knew he was up to no good. I could recognise that Charlie was attractive. He had a great body and the sexiest ass, but I'd never made a move on him and I didn't really register his attractiveness as something that turned me on.

But after nearly eight years of friendship, that all changed.

Fro the first time in a long while, both Charlie and I were single and we'd ended up in a weird routine where we spent every weekend together. We'd sometimes go out to the local gay bar, but in recent weeks, we'd taken to just hanging out at either his apartment or my house.

This weekend, we were hanging out at my place.

It was cold and miserable, so we decided to have a weekend of ordering in, gaming and watching movies. We were both in sweats and had just finished an epic Marvel marathon. We decided to play some Mario Kart before we ordered dinner, but I couldn't find one of the controllers, which was when Charlie pipes up with "Oh, didn't we drop it under the desk last week?"

And that's when it happened.

Now bear in mind that I'd seen Charlie naked on multiple occasions over the years, not to mention in various slutty outfits for Halloween or even Comic Con.

But when he bent over and his sweats slipped down to reveal the line of the skimpy black thong he was wearing, my cock was instantly like granite. I growled in the back of my throat, fighting some animal charge to rip that thong off and fuck his brains out.

"What's up?" Charlie said as he emerged from under the desk with a questioning look.

"I . . . uh . . ."

Charlie laughed. "Seriously. What's got you all tongue tied?"

I wanted to shake the sudden lust that had overwhelmed me and say something funny or insightful, anything to distract from the hard bulge in my own sweats. Instead, I did the complete opposite.

"You're wearing a thong."

Charlie cocked his head to the side before sliding a hand down the front of his sweats. I guess I am. So, what?"

As I mumbled something utterly incoherent, Charlie's eyes roved my body and immediately widened when he saw the very obvious outline of my hard cock.

"Oh," he said with a breathy laugh. "Oh, I see."

I felt like I was frozen to the spot under Charlie's appraisal. In all of our years of friendship, we'd never come close to any kind of sexual interaction, and I'd never really considered one, but now, I was hungry for him.

"Maybe we should ditch Mario Kart and play something else?" he said with a shrug.

I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly, but he closed the space between us and dragged one teasing finger along the length of my dick making me shudder and thrust my hips.

"I've definitely found something I want to play with more," he said with that trademark cheeky grin before grabbing the waistband of my sweats and pulling me closer to him. "What do you think?"

It was suddenly a no-brainer to me and I leaned forward pressing my lips to his. There was a brief chaste moment before his tongue was pushing between my lips, and then our hands were everywhere. Mine quickly slid down the back of his sweats to those sexy bare cheeks and as our cocks ground together, I began to wonder why we hadn't been doing this for the last eight year.

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 29

You guys wanted Dan to lose his shirt and I was more than happy to make that happen. Now, Dan's naked in the ball pit except his socks. What happens next? Vote below!

As he stood and stared at his damp briefs, Dan couldn’t imagine how the hell he was going to be able to retrieve them without someone noticing that he was naked from the waist down. After the two guys had tossed his briefs and gotten out of the ball pit, Dan had just stared dumbfounded at his underwear. His cock was still hard, and he was still leaking precum like a tap.

“How the hell can I get them?”

The briefs were at the edge of the ball pit which meant that the balls would only be knee deep, if that. The side of the ball pit was bordered by a climbing frame, which was what gave Dan an idea. What if he snuck under the climbing frame? Or at least kept to the front of it so that he could slide along it and grab the briefs without having to get to the really shallow part? Maybe that could work. Maybe!

Dan put his hands over his still leaking cock and did his utmost not to stroke the damn thing. He had to focus. He needed to get the briefs, get dressed and get the hell out of there with as much dignity intact as he could manage.

Trying to look as natural as possible, Dan moved through the balls until he reached the side of the climbing frame. Unfortunately, it was bolted to a wall so there was no chance to go underneath it, but the balls were still waist deep, so he was confident that he’d be able to sneak along the climbing frame and reach over and grab his briefs.

The climbing frame was some sort of reinforced plastic with a load of thick knots all over it so that people could use it like a climbing wall. Trying to be as discreet as he could, Dan used the knots to pull himself along the base of the wall hoping that no one would imminently appear and see his briefs.

Dan was so focused on keeping his eye out for other people that he stopped paying attention to the wall that he was sliding against.

RIIIIPPPPP!

Dan gasped as he suddenly came to an abrupt stop. The shoulder of his shirt had caught on one of the knots and as Dan had pulled away, the shirt had ripped open and was now caught around the knot.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed as he tried to turn and free himself.

But there were two problems; one, his shirt was too tight, and two, his body didn’t twist the right way to allow him to get his shirt loose.

Panicked that someone would see him in this predicament and try and help, Dan did the only thing he could think of. He tugged the shirt as hard as he could. Yes, it would rip more, but it would still be wearable. Or, at least, that’s what he thought would happen.

In reality, the shirt did rip more, but the effort it took to rip it made Dan slip on the shiny flooring beneath the balls and he tripped over, the shirt continuing to rip until he came right off of him. Dan splashed down into the balls, shocked that he was now naked except his socks.

And he was still hard as a rock!

“What the fuck do I do now?” he cursed, tossing his shirt into the balls.

There were a couple of guys who were also shirtless, so he didn’t feel too weird about that, but he was certain that they weren’t bare from the waist down too.

“Briefs. I need to get my briefs.”

Dan turned to face his briefs but was also faced with the two guys from earlier returning to the ball pit.

Oh fuck!

Photo Story #63

Nothing beats a trip to a theme park in the middle of summer. It's the perfect combination of sun, fun and thrills. But on this particular trip, I had more fun than I ever imagined.

It started like a fairly normal day; showering and heading out early, arriving at the park and practically bouncing to the entrance gates. It was as I arrived at the gates that the day suddenly changed.

I was going to the park with two of my buddies and it was something we did as a three every couple of months. This time however, one of my buddies had brought a new friend with him, a ridiculously handsome guy called Drew.

Drew was wearing a light blue tee, some silky green shorts and sneakers/. His shoulders were broad, his waist trim and as soon as he turned around, I was faced with the cutest butt I'd ever seen, definitely a bubble but not a massive one like I usually went for.

The morning was spent going on ride after ride, but the thrill I was experiencing was a little different. I was utterly entranced by Drew. Every time I saw his back muscles flex through his tee, or the seductive way his shorts clung to his muscular thighs every time he sat down. I was completely besotted.

And the worst part? Drew knew exactly what he was doing to me. Every time he sat down and my eyes were drawn to his thighs and his crotch, he'd give me a grin that said he knew exactly where my eyes had been staring. He started making flirty comments when my two buddies couldn't hear and a few times, he touched my bicep or squeezed my shoulder.

The guy was driving me insane and I was grateful for the tight jock I'd warn under my shorts.

By the afternoon, I was semi hard most of the time and Drew had taken to brushing past me at every opportunity. My two buddies were starting to flag and they waved us off when we decided to join a long queue for one of the rollercoasters. It was the first time that I was finally alone with Drew.

He stood in front of me in the narrow queue and my eyes were immediately glued to the sight of his sexy butt in the slinky shorts.

"Enjoying the view back there?" he asked with another grin as he caught me looking.

"Uh, yeah. It's a pretty cool themed queue."

Drew laughed. "Yeah, it's the theming that you're drooling over. Why don't you just give in and ouch?"

He faced forward again and I couldn't hide my surprise. Could I really let myself touch him? With an unsteady hand, I reached out and laid it one of his cheeks before gently squeezing his firm butt. It was ecstasy.

"Oh, you can do better than that," he said without turning around.

After checking that no one behind me was paying any attention, I used a finger to hook the waistband and pulled it away from his body, giving me the perfect view of his surprisingly bare butt. His cheeks were the perfect blend of pale skin and light fur. I was officially obsessed.

"Are you commando?" I whispered, stepping closer to him.

"Nope. Check again."

I was confused. I hadn't seen a jock waistband. I pulled his shorts back out again, but this time I raised his tee a little too and gasped. Drew wasn't wearing a jock, he was wearing a skimpy stringy black thong.

"Fuck!"

Drew chuckled. "Thought you'd like that."

"I can't believe you're wearing a thong at a theme park," I said, a little breathless.

Drew turned to face me and took a step closer. "If you that's risky, wait until we get off this rollercoaster. There's a storage locker just after the exit and you're coming in there with me so you can fuck my brains out. Risky enough for you?"

All I could do was nod as the queue continued to move, and I realised that the ride of my life would have nothing to do with the damn theme park. Fuck!

Mystery Manor - what to expect!

In this month's update, I mentioned that I'd be starting a new project called Mystery Manor.

Unlike a lot of my stories, this one will be a full blown novel and I'll aim to share a chapter each month, whilst giving my higher tiers opportunities to vote on what happens at certain intervals throughout the story.

Given that this is a new project, I wanted to share the concept with you guys to find out what you think. I'm going to share the synopsis and the vote below as to whether you're looking forward to this one or not, and I would LOVE some comments - either ideas, support or thoughts on the concept.

So, here it is - the synopsis for Mystery Manor (new title suggestions welcome because I detest this one haha!):

Five random men each receive an anonymous invitation to attend a country retreat at a Manor House for a long weekend. The instructions are simple - arrive at 4pm on the Friday and bring nothing with you, all clothes and toiletries will be provided. Each guest is being blackmailed into attending, and none of them know who is behind the threats.

The five guests arrive at the manor but the only one to greet them is the blackmailer's butler. A weekend of chaos ensues with the guests forced into a number of activities that are specifically designed to humiliate and expose them from horse riding to water polo to formal dinners. The guests are even coerced into doing various things with one another, even though half of them are straight!

Will they discover who their mysterious blackmailer is? Will they get to escape with their dignity intact? And will they ever be the same again?

July Story - What are you in the mood for?

So, for this month, I'm going to share some story themes for you guys to vote on and then I'll share a storyline for you to choose. Vote for as many as you want below.

If there's any other themes you'd like me to incorporate, add them to the comments.

And the winners are . . .

Thank you to all of you who entered our Summer Commission Giveaway. All entrants have been loaded into the Wheel of Fate and the winners are:

Egg and Sam

You will both get a message from me shortly confirming details - CONGRATULATIONS!

Both commissions will be posted for all Patrons to see (with winner approval) once they've been written!

Next Commission Giveaway will take place in September!

What's coming up in July?

Summer is officially upon us and I have an awesome line up for July!

Starting with the stories, we have:

• Conservative Teacher - Chapter 7

• JockMailed - Chapters 1 and 2 (I realised I've never posted this story on here, and I've done some rewrites so will share the first two chapters this month)

• Mystery Manor - Chapter 1 - this is a brand new story with a difference. I'm effectively writing a short novel and sharing one chapter a month with you guys. I'll do a separate post to share the premise, but I think you're going to love this one!

• CYOA Dan - Parts 29 and 30

For higher tiers, we have:

• Weekly Photo Stories

• June Story - which will feature Jack from JockMailed

• July Story - vote will be posted later this week

I will also be announcing our commission winners later today, and will share both winning commissions once they're written later this month!

So excited to share this month's content with you all - let me know in the comments what you're looking forward to reading the most!

Honey, I Shrunk The Pants!

So, I'd been toying around with a similar idea to this for a while when one of you lovely Patrons came to me and said "What about a story where a scientist creates a shrink ray?". I couldn't get the idea out of my head, so here it is.

Let me know what you guys think, and comment below if you want to see a sequel!

It all started very innocently. I swear!

I’d been working at Gunther Labs for nearly a year when I landed a huge research project. They wanted me to solely focus on the research and development of a new laser beam. It wasn’t to kill or maim or anything so evil, but a beam that would enlarge. The aim was to use it on food so that in poorer countries, they could use the laser to increase their food stores without needing to grow more crops or import food with money they didn’t have.

I spent months working through more formulas and equations than I knew I was capable of, and then after a lot of work with one of the engineers, we had a prototype. It was a small handheld device that allowed you to point like one of those clickers you used for presentations.

Unfortunately, the laser didn’t work.

No matter what I tried, every time I shot the laser at a piece of food, it shrank rather than grew. I just couldn’t figure it out.

At this point, I had spent weeks of insanely long days, ignoring my life, to focus on the research project. I was quickly losing my mind, not to mention desperately needing a decent meal that wasn’t takeout, and some time at home where I could have a shower that lasted more than two minutes and jerk off for the first time in over a month.

After another week of shrinking every food source I tested the damn laser on, I finally decided to take some vacation time and have a long weekend away from the lab. I packed up the laser and took it home in a briefcase, just on the off chance that I had a sudden brainwave.

It was Friday night, I’d just finished a home cooked meal, and I was sat on my couch with one hand inside my boxers and the other scrolling porn on my phone. It had been nearly six weeks since I’d jerked off and I was at a level of desperation that I’d never experienced before. My cock was harder than it had ever been, and after just a few seconds of barely touching it, I was leaking precum all over my hand.

As I scrolled through various videos I loved, I paused on one that I hadn’t watched for years. It was a beefy guy in his twenties who’d spent months bulking up. He was trying on an old pair of undies, and the briefs were so tiny on him that he couldn’t get them past his thighs.

Fuck, it was so hot seeing him struggle with something so damn tiny.

And that’s when it hit me . . .

Maybe I could use my new laser for something that wasn’t remotely to do with food. Maybe I could use it to have some fun.

Just the thought of what I could do had my balls retracting and my cock exploding in a matter of seconds, the warm cum coating my hand and the insides of my boxers. I dropped my phone, panting for breath. Could I really follow through on the ideas that had been racing around my head? It was so unethical. I couldn’t. Could I?

Shaking my head, I tossed my phone aside and watched a movie, before heading to bed, assuming that the crazy idea would have left my brain completely by the time I woke up.

As it turned out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

When I woke up, my cock was hard and leaking against my stomach, and the first thought that popped into my head was what could I do with a shrink ray?

I spent the morning trying to refocus my mind, desperately trying not to think about, but I couldn’t do it. There was only one way that I would be able to stop thinking about it, and that was to try it out. Maybe it wouldn’t work? Maybe I wouldn’t feel what I thought I would? But I had to give it a go.

My apartment was only a ten-minute walk from the beach, so I threw on some swim trunks, tossed a towel, a book and the laser in my bag and headed down to the ocean as fast as I could walk.

Despite it being a reasonably warm Saturday, the beach was irritatingly empty. I laid out my towel on the beach and immediately wrapped my hand around the laser, waiting for the perfect subject.

It had been nearly twenty minutes when I finally got my wish as a handsome, blond guy in his early thirties walked along the beach towards me. He laid out a towel about ten feet away and dropped his shorts to reveal a figure-hugging red speedo. His thighs were muscled, much like his toned upper body, and he had the sexiest butt I’d seen for a long time.

Trying my best not to stare or drool, I waited for him to stand up and a short while later, he did just that, adjusting the back of his speedo so his cheeks were just covered. Part of me felt bad for testing this on a piece of material that was already struggling to contain him, but I couldn’t stop myself. As he walked a little way towards the ocean, I did a quick check around before aiming the laser and hitting the button.

There was a soft hiss as the laser connected with the material. The guy had just put his feet in the surf, but the effects were immediate. The back of his speedo immediately started to tighten, the material shredding open at his hip as it tried to shrink and found resistance. He was oblivious until the waistband snapped with a loud twang and suddenly his cheeks were on full view, tanned and lightly dusted with hair.

My cock was throbbing against the inside of my trunks as he turned around, and I got the best view imaginable. The speedo snapped at the leg bands and his cock and balls flopped free as the material ripped one last time and dropped to the sand at his feet with a soft splosh in the waves.

“What the fuck?” he gasped, clutching his hands to a very delicious looking uncut cock. “How the fuck did that happen?”

“Sorry bud, this isn’t a nudist beach,” I called, doing my utmost to hide how much I was enjoying his embarrassment.

“My fucking speedo ripped off,” he yelled at me as he stumbled towards his towel and wrapped it around his waist. “What the fuck?”

Before I could do anymore, he’d grabbed his bag and run off with his face burning red.

I headed into the waves to deal with my ready to explode cock. As soon as I had the water up to chest height, I pushed my trunks down a little and grabbed my dick, jerking as fast as I could. It had worked. The laser had done exactly what I hoped. It had shrunk his speedo, and it had ripped right off of him.

Oh god, the possibilities!

I came into my hand, cum floating away on the waves, leaving me hornier than ever. What the hell could I do with this newfound toy? And who would be my next target?

Photo Story #62

This week's photo is provided by one of our very own Patrons, Danny, and if you love this then you can find more on his X account @dannyispeachy

Danny had always had a juicy ass. Since he was a teenager, he'd always had people comment on it, and he'd never been shy about showing it off. He loved knowing that people were checking out his butt in his tight jeans or a figure-hugging pair of shorts.

Despite the embarrassment most people would feel whenever their pants ripped, Danny embraced any opportunity to show off his thick cakes. He loved the way guys would drool over the view; his meaty cheeks barely contained in whatever undies he threw on that morning.

After some time, Danny took to engineering any new pants or shorts so that they'd rip open in just the right way, the rear seam parting when he bent over to give the best view of his cheeks.

But one weekend, things didn't quite go to plan.

Danny had been drooling over one guy for weeks on end, and he'd decided that that Saturday night would be the night that he'd get his attention and draw him in. He donned a fave pair of navy briefs that barely contained his cheeks, along with a pair of white shorts that he'd worn on and off for months, which perfectly accentuated his ass and his thick thighs.

The evening was going well. The guy had noticed his outfit and Danny had got him checking out his butt on multiple occasions, but it was time to go in for the kill.

When the guy was stood near the bar, Danny sidled up next to him before making a big show of dropping a napkin. He shrugged and turned around so that his ass was pointing directly at the guy he was desperate for. He bent over just as he was always did, but rather than the soft rip that usually met his ears when his rear seam gave way, there was an almighty loud rip and he felt a sudden loosening that he definitely wasn't used to.

"Oh fuck," he cursed when he realised that things had gone further than he planned.

Not only had the rear seam split but the shorts had torn through the waistband and his skimpy navy briefs were on full show to the whole bar.

What was worse was when Danny stood up fully and the rags of his shorts dropped to his ankles revealing to everyone how horned up and hard he was. Cheers and hollers roared around the room as people pointed, laughed and wolf-whistled.

The guy smiled at him. "Need some help there?"

Danny blushed. Maybe things would work out after all . . .

June Story - Choose Your Character

So, we only had a few options for the character you'd like a story from for June. As Coach Gavin and Ben both have stories coming up in the next couple of months, I'm narrowing the vote down to Jack from JockMailed (which I've realised isn't on Patreon yet so I'll rectify that soon) and Jackson from Wanna Bet.

Place your votes below and the story will be written the week after!

Educating Stepdad - Chapter 5

Here's the next instalment of Educating Stepdad. I absolutely love writing this story. When last we left them, sexy stepdad Pete had just ripped his shorts wide open and his stepson, Aaron, was mocking his slutty choice of undies, before he noticed a twitch. Will Aaron take advantage or will he control himself and help his stepdad out?

I hope you guys enjoy this and let me know in the comments what you want to see happen to Pete and Aaron next.

It was hard enough being around my new stepdad, Pete, when he was fully clothed, but having him right in front of me wearing a pair of my old shorts that had ripped wide open to reveal him wearing a skimpy little thong was too much for me. And worse? When I’d mocked him about liking to wear slutty undies under his suits, I’d definitely seen his dick twitch, a dick that I was becoming far too desperate to get my hands, mouth, and ass on.

“So, do you? Do you find wearing something so slutty under your suits turns you on?”

Pete went even redder, if that were possible, the usually so articulate gallery owner, completely undone. “Please, Aaron, this conversation isn’t . . . we shouldn’t . . .”

Then I saw another twitch, and sure enough, that pouch seemed to be getting thicker. I couldn’t believe it. Was my stepdad about to get hard?

“Aaron, can we please just head back? I really don’t want to be caught out here.”

Pete moved past me, and I let him do it, mostly because I really wanted to get a good look at that sexy furry butt of his, and my god, was it impressive. The way the thong disappeared between his muscular cheeks was mesmerising. I watched with hungry eyes as Pete tried to tug the material closed over his ass but with no success.

“Okay, we can head back but maybe stop tugging on the shorts. I can’t imagine you want them to rip anymore.”

Pete immediately released the material. “I can’t believe this happened. I knew these shorts were snug on me, but . . .”

“But you’re used to wearing tight and you assumed they’d be just as expertly tailored as your suit pants.” Pete turned to face me, his hands over his crotch and blushed. “Afraid not. I don’t even know how old those shorts are, and they were just a cheap pair I bought in Target.”

I heard Pete sigh as he shook his head. We walked in silence for a while, Pete trying to hide his exposed ass and me trying desperately to keep my hands to myself, despite the incessant begging for attention from Pete’s sexy butt.

After a short while, I noticed that Pete was walking with his thighs apart again and realised that the chafing must be just as bad for him now that the shorts were ripped.

“Shall we pause for a breather?” I asked, trying to keep my voice quiet and calm.

Pete nodded and walked to the side of the path, leaning back against an old tree trunk. Annoyingly, he kept his hands over his exposed bulge, but that didn’t stop me from trying to get a better look. There was a slight sheen of sweat on Pete’s forehead, and he was a little breathless as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

“Are you alright, Pete? I know this isn’t exactly what you had planned for today.”

Pete laughed and it sounded hollow. “No, this wasn’t what I had planned. Bad enough that I ripped my suit pants when we arrived and you had to practically strip me out of my suit.” Pete shuddered at the muddy memory. “But the idea of my shorts ripping and you seeing my underwear – this underwear – is definitely not what I had planned.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you certainly wear the underwear well.”

I wanted to compliment him without coming across like too much of a pervert, even though I was absolutely perving over my ridiculously sexy exposed stepdad.

“So, do you really enjoy wearing those types of undies every day?”

The question came out before I could stop myself. I knew I shouldn’t bring it up again if I was being kind, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to know why this sexy, work obsessed man wore such slutty undies under his expertly tailored suits. Was it a turn on? A power play? Just something he’d done once, and he boringly just found them comfortable?

Pete sighed. “Aaron, can we please not talk about this? I’d really rather not focus on my current situation if at all possible.”

I noticed him squirming slightly, almost grinding his butt back against the tree. The conversation was clearly something that was doing it for him, but if he wanted to be distracted then I’d do just that.

“I guess I’ll stick to standard stepson questions then. Like, have you been married before?”

Pete opened his eyes and tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. “Are you seriously asking about my relationship history?”

“You want to be distracted, Pete. I’m just trying to do that. So . . . “

“Okay, no, I haven’t been married before.”

“Any long-term relationships?” I asked, surprised that someone as hot as Pete hadn’t been married before, but perhaps not surprised given how obsessed he was with his job.

Pete chuckled. “Two long-term relationships.”

“How long did they last?” My distraction technique had turned into genuine interest, and I found myself suddenly intrigued to know more about his history.

“Layla lasted for six years, and Kurt lasted for three.”

My jaw dropped and Pete immediately stood up and stopped leaning against the tree. I knew there was no way that I’d misheard him. He’d had a three-year relationship with a guy called Kurt. A guy! Pete wasn’t just comfortable in his skin, Pete was bi!

“Does Mom know about Kurt?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Pete nodded slowly. “Yes, your mom knows I’m bi, and that I’ve been with men. We didn’t tell you and your brother because we didn’t want things to be complicated for either of you. We knew it would be difficult enough when you were such a tight unit.”

I couldn’t believe that my new stepdad was bisexual. I had no issue with him being bisexual at all. It was great to hear a guy Pete’s age so confident and owning his sexuality, but the reason it complicated things was because Pete being bi meant that I was no longer lusting after a straight guy I could never have. Sure, Pete probably wasn’t attracted to me, and probably wouldn’t want to cheat on my mom, but there was a small possibility, and that was completely throwing me through a loop.

“Aaron, please can you say something. I . . .”

Pete went to step towards me but was immediately tugged backwards. He seemed to be caught on something, but as he tugged and stumbled forward, there was another loud rip and he walked straight away from the shorts, muscular thighs on show and nothing but the thong from the waist down. He looked like some heavenly underwear model.

“No, no, no, no,” Pete said, ripping the shorts free and inspecting them in a panic as he tried to see if there was any way to salvage them. “This can’t be happening.”

Pete’s face was beet red, but I was too distracted by two other things. One, his ass looked incredible in its full glory, and two, the pouch of Pete’s thong had definitely filled out a bit. Based on the way it slightly pulled away at the sides, I’d guess that Pete had a semi, whilst my cock was at full mast.

“I don’t think you’re going to be able to wear those, Pete,” I said as I stepped forward and gently pulled them from his hands. “You’ve absolutely destroyed them.”

I tossed the shorts into the bushes and then an idea hit me. Not one I was proud of, but one I had to try based on how Pete had reacted after ripping his shorts the first time.

“Must be pretty humiliating for you to have completely lost your shorts, particularly when you’re just wearing that very skimpy thong.”

As soon as I said the word “skimpy”, there was a definite twitch in the pouch of said thong. This was doing something to him, and I had to see how far I could go with it.

“I can’t imagine how I would feel if I’d ripped my shorts whilst wearing something so . . . risqué.”

There it was again – another twitch, and this time, I was sure his cock was getting harder.

“It’s good job that it’s so deserted around here. Imagine if there were a lot of people hiking and they saw you barely keeping it together in a little thong; that would be mortifying. Everyone seeing that tight pouch and that impossibly tiny string disappearing between your cheeks.”

Pete’s eyes were glazed over, and he was frozen in place, much like he had been after getting covered in mud. The difference this time was that he was now hard as a rock, and the pouch had pulled away from his body enough that I could just about peek over and see the base of his cock and his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Wow. That answers my question then,” I said as I gazed hungrily at the thick cock tenting his thong. “It seems that wearing these undies is definitely more kink than comfort.”

Pete seemed to come out of his frozen state and looked at me with glassy eyes. “Kink? No, it’s not . . . Aaron, you’ve got the wrong idea.”

Feeling smug, I knew I had the idea completely right. The question was, how did I manipulate this to get what I wanted. As much as I wanted to just drop to my knees and deepthroat his impressive cock, I knew I had to play the long game. Maybe making Pete more down to earth was no longer my main mission. For now, I needed to get him back to the cabin without Caleb seeing . . . that would be a challenge, just as much as keeping my hands to myself.

June Story - Which Character?

So, for our June Story, you guys voted for a story featuring one of our regular characters.

Before I do a poll for which character you want, please comment below with the character or characters you'd like to see, and then I'll use those in the poll.

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 28

You guys wanted one or both of the guys to notice Dan's briefs and who am I to deny you? Enjoy this latest instalment and vote below for what you want to happen next.

Dan couldn’t believe his luck. It was bad enough that his fly had ripped and his belt buckle had come off, but all he’d been trying to do was deal with his overly excitable cock and everything had gone wrong. He’d had his briefs around one ankle and when he’d gotten carried away with his public jerk-off session, he’d fallen forward, and his briefs had gone flying.
And now, they were lying on top of the balls in the ball pit, right next to two guys who were chatting and laughing.

Neither of them had noticed the briefs . . . yet, but Dan knew that he had to get them back. With his pants busted, there was no way he could lose his underwear. Without them, he’d have to walk home with his dick hanging out of his pants.

The same dick that throbbed again at the very idea.

Dan’s hand was sticky with precum. He’d been so close to the edge when he’d slipped that his dick was still expecting him to finish. The question was . . . did he finish and then get his briefs, or get his briefs and then finish?

Dan let his hand glide down his shaft, resisting the moan that climbed his throat.

“Fuck, no, I need to focus.”

There was no way he could leave his briefs where they were. If either of the guys saw them, they might draw attention to the fact that Dan was naked from the waist down, and the last thing he wanted was that. Even if his cock thought otherwise.

It wouldn’t be easy to be inconspicuous in a ball pit, but Dan would have to try. He needed those briefs, and maybe if he was quiet and careful, he could grab them before the guys noticed. He considered going back to retrieve his pants and his shoes, but he didn’t want to risk losing more time, so with his socked feet slipping slightly on the floor of the ball pit, Dan started to slowly move in the direction of the two guys and his undies.

It was nearly impossible to be stealthy when you were wading through chest height plastic balls, but Dan did his best. He was about six feet from the two guys when he moved a little quickly and one of them glanced in his direction.

Dan turned away as if to call for someone behind him, but by the time he turned back to the guys, his worst fear had happened.

The shorter of the two guys had blond hair and a cheeky smile, and he was holding Dan’s briefs.

Even over the thump of the music, Dan could hear every word he said.

“Who the fuck took their undies off in here? What the fuck?”

The two guys started laughing.

The other one, the taller with dark hair and dark eyes shrugged. “Maybe they’ve been here for a while, and someone found them in the ball pit.”

“I doubt it. These are . . . oh gross . . . they’re damp, and they’ve got precum on them.”

The blonde guy tossed them away in disgust, sending them to the shallower edge of the ball pit.

“What sort of perv gets off in a ball pit?” the brunette said laughing.

“I don’t know, but I need to wash my hands.”

“Come on, you do that, and I’ll grab us drinks.”

The two of them started to wade their way through the ball pit to the edge before climbing out and heading towards the bar.

Dan was now facing a bigger problem.

The briefs were at the edge of the ball pit where the two guys had gotten out, and as they were around ten feet from the side, the ball pit had gotten steadily shallower. By the time they were level with Dan’s undies, the balls were only up to their knees.

How the hell was Dan supposed to retrieve his briefs without everyone seeing that he was naked from the waist down? Fuck!

Photo Story #61

I've been debating sharing this one for a while, but it's been in my drafts for ages so I think it's time. It isn't a story at all - more of a "dream with me" scenario but I hope you guys enjoy, and I hope you enjoy this GIF as much as I do!

I've spent most of my life being obsessed with guys in suit pants - and I mean . . . obsessed! A guy with a thick bubble butt in tight suit pants will distract me from any event or conversation.

I just can't help myself.

Based on most of my story content, I assume a lot of you guys are the same, hence why I'm writing this to go with this GIF.

I guess I want you to imagine a scenario.

You're walking through a city and a hot guy in tight suit pants and a shirt walks in front of you. The pants hug his butt in the perfect way, the rear seam pulled taut, the material wrapped around his thighs so snugly that there are creases in the pants with every step.

You forget where you're going and you follow him.

Watching his suited ass bounce back and forth in the suit pants is hypnotic. You want to grope his ass so desperately, but you know that isn't an option.

Your only option is to be a voyeur, to observe the perfection before you, to lust over it, to drool at the enticing sight before you, without ever touching it.

It's a warm day and there's a slight difference in colour on the back of his shirt where there's the slightest hint of a sweat patch. The idea of him being sweaty just gets you harder as you continue to follow.

You reach a crossing, or a subway station, or a park - somewhere that brings him to a stop, his polished dress shoes no longer clicking with a masculine thud against the concrete. He tugs lightly on his shirt to gain some additional circulation, and that's when he notices . . . his shoelace is undone.

You watch him sigh and then he starts the bend over.

The material pulls even more tightly against his muscular cheeks as he pushes that incredible ass out towards you. The rear seam strains against the pressure, and then . . . it happens.

You see the stitches tear apart in slow motion, each stitch popping as the rear seam gives up. A loud rip meets your ears and you can't believe this is actually happening. The rip runs from the middle of the rear seam to the crotch, and it isn't undies on show, but his bare cheeks, his totally exposed, utterly incredible bare ass.

He immediately jumps up, clasping his hands to his exposed cheeks, his face flushing with embarrassment, which just makes him even hotter.

Your dick is diamond hard in your pants as you watch the most incredible sight, a fantasy come to life in the best way possible.

He turns and tries to laugh it off, but you don't care how he tries to shake it off and pretend it's funny. You've just seen this incredibly sexy guy lose his dignity right in front of you.

Before you realise what you're doing, you open your mouth. "Do you want some help? My apartment is round the corner and I'm a whizz with a needle and thread."

He visibly sags with relief. "Are you serious? That would be amazing."

All you can do is nod and smile.

Perhaps you won't be just a voyeur after all . . .

Edging Exhibition

For our May story, a few of you completed the question set and the Wheel of Fate choose one of you for me to write for. I won't reveal who won as I promised to keep identities secret, but I hope you all enjoy this slightly different story. Let me know what you think in the comments!

It was just after midnight when the party started to calm down and some of the guests started to leave. I’d spent the entire evening following Kai around like I was some lost puppy. The more he’d drunk, the more he’d lowered his defences and by the time it hit midnight, Kai was like putty in my hands.

From the second I’d arrived at my buddy’s house party; I’d clocked Kai and knew that he would be my guy for the night. He was perfection; cropped dark hair, handsome features with full lips, a trimmed dark beard, broad shoulders, delicious biceps and a thick bubble butt and thighs. Kai was wearing tight faded blue denim jeans and a white sleeveless tee that showed off those heavenly arms.

The weird thing was that Kai seemed completely and utterly oblivious to how hot he was. He kept to himself for the most part, keeping to small groups of people and completely the looks and advances he was continually getting.

It took me a couple of hours before he’d actually engage in a conversation with me. He was quietly spoken, but once I got him talking about video games, he lit up like a Christmas tree and became incredibly animated. Granted, I could barely focus on what he was saying when he was gesturing so much because those biceps were hypnotic.

“Can I get you another beer?” I asked him as he slumped down on to a free chair in the backyard.

Kai gave me a lopsided grin and nodded. “Sure.”

As I headed into the kitchen and grabbed another couple of beers, I finalised my plan. Kai had made it obvious that he was into me, and I was about to show him just how into him I was.

“Here you go,” I said with a smile as he handed him the damp bottle.

Kai thanked me and took a slug from the bottle before giving me another one of those cock twitching grins. “I’m not usually much of a party guy but I’m really glad I came to this one.”

“Oh really, why’s that?” I moved closer to him, sitting on the arm of his chair.

Kai blushed and looked down at his beer bottle. “I guess I wasn’t expecting to meet a really hot guy.”

I chuckled and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Who is this guy? Should I be jealous?”

Kai shoved my knee. “You know I meant you.”

It was now or never. This was my opportunity. If he took the bait now, then I knew I would get what I wanted. So, I turned slightly, and he immediately locked eyes with me. I leaned forward, swiping my tongue over my bottom lip, which he noticed straight away, his brown eyes flicking down to my lips. He smiled when we were inches apart, but before I could close the distance, he placed his hand gently on the back of my head and guided my lips to his.

The kiss was incredible, just as I’d expected it to be, and I was hungry for him in a way that I hadn’t been for a long time. I lost track of how long we kissed, but when we separated, my cock was hard in my pants, and my chin was red from his beard.

“That was . . . wow,” he said with a dopey grin.

I stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little quieter?”

I’d expected Kai to look a little nervous but instead he just grinned at me and gave my hand a squeeze. Not needing any more confirmation than that, we thanked our hosts, and I led Kai down the street to the local park.

It was nearly 1am and the park was deserted, just as I knew it would be. I dragged Kai to a picnic table, one of those all-in-one wooden things with a bench on either side, and before he’d even fully sat on the tabletop, I started kissing him again. I couldn’t keep my hands off of his biceps, or his thighs, and it was only when he growled in his throat that I let myself finally slide my hands to his bulge and palm his impressive hard cock through the denim.

“Ah fuck,” he moaned softly. “I thought you meant your place when you said somewhere quieter.”

“No one will disturb us here. Just relax.”

I didn’t give Kai a chance to protest, sliding my tongue into his mouth and kissing him harder and more deeply, continuing to palm his cock through his jeans. I used my free hand to squeeze his bicep, then his pec and then his thigh, ensuring I was firing those nerve endings all over his body.

“Wait! Slow down or I’m gonna . . .”

I slowed the rhythm on his cock but didn’t entirely let up until I feel the muscles in his thighs tense. I gripped his cock hard through the denim, bringing him back from the edge as he pulled back a little and laughed.

“It’s been a while since a guy got me close that quickly.”

“Maybe you should let me do it again,” I whispered, my lips on his ear before I gently tugged on his earlobe with my teeth.

Kai shivered and nodded, but this time, I wanted more. I pulled his sleeveless tee off over his head, marvelling at the trimmed hair on his sculpted chest and stomach. He really was incredibly sexy. Pulling Kai to his feet, I yanked open his belt and then did the same to his jeans. He was wearing a pair of CK white briefs and there was a sticky wet patch where the material had gone transparent from my earlier ministrations.

Not wanting Kai to feel too exposed, I pulled off my own t-shirt and let him explore my upper body with his hands whilst I distracted him with more kisses. But the distraction wasn’t necessary. Kai didn’t resist at all as I pushed his jeans and his briefs to his knees, freeing his thick cock with a meaty slap.

I undid my own jeans and shoved them down, not needing to worry about underwear as I’d gone commando. My own hard cock ground against Kai’s as we both toed off our sneakers and kicked away our jeans, and his briefs.

Being naked outside had always felt incredible to me, but getting Kai naked out here was something I hadn’t let myself imagine. When I’d first seen this hot shy guy a few hours before, I’d never imagined that I’d have him hard, needy and naked on a park bench.

I grabbed Kai’s hand and pulled him along with me, kissing and groping his slightly furry bubble butt as we moved away from the bench. I needed Kai to feel the freedom of being naked and away from his clothes, but when we’d gone about fifteen feet, I suddenly heard voices. Not wanting to Kai to panic, I promised him that it would just be someone using the park as a cut through, and I dragged him behind some trees, so we were no longer out in the open.

“What if they see our clothes?” Kai gasped.

“Don’t worry. We kicked them under the picnic table for the most part. No one will notice them. Just relax.”

Unfortunately, I couldn’t have been more wrong as four guys from the party we’d been at, walked over to the table and sat around it, one of them with a joint in his hand.

“What are we gonna do?” Kai squeaked in my ear.

“Listen, they’re just here to get high. They won’t stay long, and they haven’t noticed our clothes so just chill. Here, let me help.”

Kai was still hard, and the head of his dick glistened with precum in the light of the streetlight. I wrapped my hand around his cock and gently stroked it. Kai looked momentarily panicked but quickly relaxed into my touch. Thank God for a decent beer haze.

I was stood at Kai’s side, jerking him off with one hand, whilst I groped his meaty ass with the other and gently kissed and nibbled his neck.

“Stop! I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

I tried not to laugh as I nodded and gave him a quick kiss, bringing him to the edge again and quickly stopping with a vice like grip.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard,” Kai whispered.

I did another check on the four guys, pleased that they were still way more interested in their joint and the beers they were holding than us or our clothes.

“Let’s get you harder then,” I whispered back, slowly starting to jerk him off again.

Kai moaned into my shoulder as I increased my speed, but this time I used my free hand to run a finger between his cheeks. Kai hissed against my skin as I teased his hole, tracing my finger around his entrance until he was bucking his hips and thrusting his cock into my hand.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he said as quietly as he could, biting my shoulder and making my own cock throb.

I squeezed the base of cock as hard as I could, stopping him from going over the edge again.

“You’ve gotta stop,” he panted. “My balls are gonna explode.”

I chuckled quietly. “Does someone wanna blow?”

“Please,” he begged as I started to jerk him off again, my finger returning to teasing his hole.

Kai wrapped a hand around my dick and jerked me off in rhythm with the pace I was doing on him. I was way too close for comfort myself, having this incredibly sexy guy naked in the park with four guys sat just a few feet away from us.

“I’m so . . . so fucking close,” he whispered, his grip tightening on my cock as I did the same to him.

“How bad do you wanna blow that load?”

“So bad. Please let me. Fuck I need to.”

I smiled as I pushed my finger lightly against his hole. I wouldn’t finger fuck him without any lube, but the pressure alone would do the job, and sure enough, he started to moan, his rhythm on my cock going unsteady as he finally started to cum.

“Ah fuck,” he yelled, shooting a thick rope of cum over my hand, which was enough to tip me over the edge. We panted and moaned through our orgasms, both of us covered in ours and each other’s cum.

It was only as my dick started to calm down that I realised how quiet it had become. The four guys had been chatting and laughing, but now there was silence.

“What have we got here then?” a voice said, pointing the torch from his phone at us.

“Oh fuck,” Kai and I said together, utterly caught and exposed, covered in cum and totally butt naked.

Photo Story #60

Ever since he was a teenager, Carl had always been the chunky guy. He got teased for his weight during high school, and then again during college. When he'd graduated, Carl got his first office job and he went from chunky to tubby in a matter of months, until one day, when he ripped his pants wide open in the middle of the office, Carl came to the realisation that enough was enough.

He needed to finally lose some weight and get fit!

And he did just that. Every day, he would hit the gym and gradually, as the months passed, he started to notice a difference. His face was slimmer, his stomach got flatter and his clothes were no longer skin tight.

The issue with this was that Carl's job didn't pay very much and he couldn't afford to keep buying a new wardrobe every time he dropped a clothes size, so he was often found wearing baggier clothing.

By that summer, Carl was barely able to even wear underwear because all of his briefs just sagged and slipped down, so instead, he went commando. That had never caused him a problem, until one Friday at the office . . .

Carl had opted for his tighter fitting suit at the office that day, but even thought it was his tightest, the pants were still very loose, and only stayed up if he put his belt on the tightest hole. Unfortunately for Carl, that belt was just as old as the rest of his wardrobe, and after months of wearing the same belt on the tightest hole, the leather had crusted and faded, and started to rip.

As Carl was crossing the office with one of his co-workers, he didn't hear the soft creak as the leather of his belt gave way completely. One second everything was fine, but the next, Carl's pants had dropped to his ankles exposing his cock and balls, his furry butt and his hairy legs.

Carl yelped as his co-worker roared with laughter. He quickly grabbed his pants and pulled them up, but as he shuffled towards the exit, the pants slipped down at the back, exposing his furry cheeks and everyone in the office had gathered together in a rush to take photos as his cute butt fled the office!

That weekend, Carl decided it was time to buy some new pants and a new belt. He wasn't sure he'd be able to face the office, but he'd have no choice, even when he'd turn up on Monday and find the walls covered in photos of his own butt!

June Story - The Vote

To kick off our voting for this month's story, choose your preferred option below and a further vote will follow next week.

Groomsman - The Nightmare Continues - Part 3

I'm very excited to share the next instalment in the Groomsman series, and now the wedding party is in full force, Dean and Max finally get down to what Max's problem is.

Note - This story plays with the edges of consent, but this is what Dean wants so please go with it!

To say Dean was confused was an understatement.

First, Max had swapped their suits over, then Max had yelled at him, and then Max had made it so that he and Dean were sat together during the meal. Dean fully expected Max to mess with him during the meal, but he didn’t do a thing. They participated in the toasts, they chatted to the groom’s college buddies and their partners at their table, they drank wine, and they ate the incredible four course meal that was brought out to them.

Unlike at Max’s wedding, Dean managed to restrain himself and nursed one glass of wine during the meal rather than having a bottle or more. He also tried to abstain from the amazing food, but he failed miserably, something which Max teased him about when he saw that one of Dean’s shirt buttons had come undone. Dean had quickly done it up, but the flush of embarrassment had travelled straight to his dick, and by the time the cake cutting was announced, Dean had a constant semi and just wanted to escape.

“Before we head over to watch them cut the cake,” Max said as soon as the other guests at their table had stood up and left. “You might want to know that you’ve lost another shirt button.”

Dean gasped and looked down at his shirt. Sure enough, the bottom button on his shirt had come off and another window of furry skin was on show.

“Fuck,” Dean hissed. “When the hell did that come off?”

Max laughed. “Let me have a look under here for you.”

Before Dean could protest, Max pushed his chair back, got down on his hands and knees and disappeared beneath the white tablecloth. A few seconds past before Dean suddenly felt a hand on his knee. At first, he was so surprised that he just froze but then the hand slowly crept up his thigh, moving underneath his kilt before squeezing the top of his thigh, the fingers just millimetres away from the bulge in his briefs.

“Max, what the fuck are you doing?” Dean said, pushing his chair back and standing up, stunned that Max was on his hands and knees with a huge grin on his face.

“I assumed you’d be horny after losing a couple of shirt buttons, so I thought I’d help you out.”

“What are you even talking about? Why would I want you to help me out?”

Dean’s confusion was beyond comprehension and the sight of Max’s disappointment as he crawled out from under the table was the icing on the cake. Why would Max be so obsessed with him being horny? And why would he want to feel him up? It just didn’t make sense.

“Clearly I was wrong,” Max said quietly before pushing past Dean and heading outside.

Unsure what to do, Dean loitered by the table for a moment before adjusting his shirt as best he could and then following Max outside.

Dean eventually found Max down by the lake, sat on a bench. “We’re missing the cake cutting you know?”

Max shook his head. “Like anyone will even notice we’re not there.”

“Max, you need to tell me what’s going on,” Dean said, standing in front of him. “I am seriously stumped as to what the hell you’re up to. I don’t know if this is some sort of prank that you and the guys are doing, but I want to know, or I’m just gonna head home.”

Max sighed. “It’s not a prank and it’s got nothing to do with the other guys. They don’t even know about this, and I don’t want them to. I don’t . . .”

“You don’t what?”

Max growled and stood up. “Just leave it okay. Just . . . leave it.”

“Leave what, Max? What the fuck is your problem?”

“You,” Max screamed at him. “You’re my fucking problem. Ever since I saw the photos and videos of you at my wedding, I’ve been fucking obsessed. I can’t stop watching them and jerking off over them. I thought it would pass, but it just gets worse. You’ve always been the hot one, with that fucking rugby body, all thick thighs and bubble butt, and then to see you naked from the waist down and hard as a rock, knowing how ridiculously fucking sexy you are, I can’t deal with it.”

Dean’s mouth hung open in shock as Max ranted at him, his hands flailing around as he gestured his frustration. Before Dean could find the words to continue, Max took a step closer to him, his eyes wild, and his face flushed.

“I even bulked up to try and have a thicker body so that I could obsess over myself, but it’s not the same. And then I thought I’d be able to recreate my wedding today, force you into something tight and watch you unravel, but you’re being so fucking stubborn, even though I know how much it turned on you. I bet you’re fucking hard right now, aren’t you.”

Max closed the distance, lifted Dean’s kilt fiercely with one hand and then used the other to slide beneath the material and grab Dean’s bulge, which was embarrassingly for Dean, hard as a rock.

“I fucking knew it. You totally get off on the attention and the embarrassment. Why can’t you just let me have what I want so I can get over this psychotic obsession.”

Finally coming to his senses, Dean pushed Max away and took a step back. He was stunned by what he’d heard. He would never have imagined for a second that Max would feel that way about him. Dean had always been the odd one out, he played rugby whilst the others played football, he had the thicker build whilst the others were all slim, and he was the token gay guy whilst the rest were all straight. How was he supposed to process one of his oldest friends now having some obsessive crush on him? How was he supposed to wrap his head around the idea that Max wanted to see him horny and exposed?

He just couldn’t process any of it.

“Look, maybe you’ve had too much to drink or something, Max, but I’m sure this is just some weird drunken thing that I don’t get, so . . .”

“Why can’t you understand this?” Max yelled, stepping closer to Dean again. “Let me make it clearer for you.”

Dean had no chance to react before Max was suddenly right in front of him, and Max’s lips were on his. The kiss was entirely one-sided until Max licked a line across Dean’s bottom lip, and Dean momentarily lost his mind and kissed him back. Max’s hands quickly flew to Dean’s bubble butt, kneading his cheeks through the kilt as they made out like horny teenagers, before Dean shook his head and shoved Max off of him.

“I don’t understand where this has come from, or why you’re doing this, but I’m out. Go and enjoy the wedding, Max. I’m going home.”

As Dean turned to walk away, he felt a sudden pressure on the back of his kilt and turned just in time to see Max yank the material. There was a loud rip before the pressure around Dean’s waist suddenly eased and the kilt sagged lower on his hips.

“Fuck,” Dean gasped, grabbing the waistband before the kilt dropped any lower. “What the hell did you do that for?”

Max took a deep breath. “Listen! I didn’t want to do this, but I’ve hidden your stuff. You’ve got no keys and no change of clothes. Just stay at the wedding and let me enjoy you dealing with this, and then I’ll give you everything back and we can just pretend none of this happened.”

“You’re a fucking child,” Dean said, feeling completely cornered. “You’re giving me absolutely no choice.”

Max shrugged. “I needed a backup plan. Sorry Deano.”

“Fuck you, Max.”

As Dean headed back to the wedding reception, he could have sworn he heard Max say, “I wish”, and after that kiss, Dean wasn’t entirely sure that he’d say no, even if Max was completely manipulating him to do what he wanted.

It was going to be one hell of a night!

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 27

You guys voted for Dan to remove the briefs - boy, is he gonna regret doing that? Read on for the next instalment and vote below for what you want to see happen next.

Standing there with his pants and shoes placed in the corner of the ball pit, Dan’s cock throbbed incessantly against the front of his briefs. He needed to act quickly whilst there was no one around, but he was torn between removing the briefs or keeping them on.

Keeping them on would be safer because he wouldn’t risk losing them, but he also didn’t want to get them covered in cum, especially given that, even once they were repaired, his pants could still gape at the front. He couldn’t face the idea of everyone seeing his cum-covered undies, and that made his mind up for him.

After another quick check around, Dan hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and bent over, pushing them to his ankles. He didn’t want to waste time removing them and putting them with his pants and shoes, so he stepped his left foot out of them and left the briefs hanging around his right ankle. That way, he wouldn’t have any movement restriction, but he could get to his briefs quickly if anyone came nearby. He didn’t want to get caught naked from the waist down, even if his dick twitched at the thought.

With his briefs taken care of, Dan wrapped his right hand around his cock and couldn’t stop himself from moaning at the contact. He couldn’t remember his dick being so hard. The combination of the tight outfit, the pants coming undone, the belt buckle coming off, and now being naked from the waist down in the ball pit, surrounded by people . . . it just hit so many buttons for him.

Dan wasted no time in starting to stroke up and down his shaft, his wrist twisting when he reached the head to hit that spot that made his knees shake. His hand was sticky with precum as he sped up, his eyes fluttering shut as the muscles tensed in his legs.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

But Dan needed more.

With his free hand, Dan slowly reached behind him to grab his bubble butt. He groped the left cheek, first softly and then harder. He needed that sweet line between pleasure and plain. Normally, he’d have given his ass a few slaps but that would be nearly impossible in the ball pit.

Or would it?

Dan tried to reposition his hand behind him and tried to slam it down against his cheek, but the tight compact balls meant that he never landed the blow. Instead, he threw himself completely off balance and ended up stumbling forward a few steps.

Dan managed to keep his feet from slipping out from under him completely, but he’d ended up a few feet further away from his pants and shoes. He wrapped his hand back around his cock and decided to squat down a little so that he could get to his nipple instead. He undid the couple of buttons that were left on the top half of his shirt and slid his free hand inside to tweak and tug at his nipple.

“Ah yeah,” he groaned at the double edge of pleasure as he stroked his cock as hard and fast as he could.

To anyone watching, it would be clear what Dan was up to, but by this point he was in a fucked-out world of his own where all that mattered was the pressure on his cock and the race to reach the climax.

In his state of ecstasy, Dan got too carried away and ended up losing his footing again, stumbling further forward into the ball pit. With one hand caught inside his shirt, Dan couldn’t find get his balance and ended up falling forwards, crashing through the balls until he was completely submerged, his legs kicking out behind him.

As Dan tried to surface, he caught the sight of a pair of black, slinky briefs flying through the air, where they landed next to a couple of guys in the middle of the ball pit. No one seemed to notice the item, but Dan knew immediately what they were.

The briefs that had been around his ankle.

“Fuck!”

Photo Story #59

For this week's photo story, I'm sharing an exceptionally hot photo that I found on Tumblr a while ago - a juicy ass in a pair of tiny tighty whities - what could be better?

Dwayne had never been the coolest guy - not in school, not in college and definitely not as an adult. Sure, he worked out and he worked hard, but no one would ever call him cool.

This fact was cemented the day that he was forced to leave his gym and find another one.

Dwayne had always been tight with his money and refused to replace anything unless he absolutely had to, and that included his clothes. He still wore the same Fruit of the Loom tighty whities that he'd worn at high school and college, and he'd been wearing the same track pants to work out in for years.

He was fully aware of how much his body had changed since he'd first bought the track pants. His thighs were thicker and toned and his ass had gone from a cute little butt to a full on juicy bubble butt. The elasticity of the track pants had allowed them to adjust his newer thickness, but over the months of squats and lunges, the material had started to overstretch and the threads had begun to tear. It made them look a little threadbare, but Dwayne was used to that.

After all, he'd been wearing the same undies for the last decade and he was used to things that had the odd hole in them.

On that particular day, he'd worn his usual track pants with a pair of his faithful tighty whities underneath. The tighty whities were so snug that they no longer fully covered his meaty cheeks and the faded white material had sprung holes in the crotch from the amount of tugging Dwayne had to do to get them to cover his butt.

Dwayne had worked up a sweat on the treadmill and by the time he headed over to the weights, his tighty whities had migrated up his crack. He tried tugging them free but didn't realise that he'd put his fingers right through his track pants where he'd tried to remove the wedgie.

Completely unaware of the small holes that had now formed in the seat of his track pants, flashing patches of white to the rest of the gym, Dwayne loaded up the squat rack and gripped the weight, ready to start his usual run of dead weights, on a mission to keep his butt looking so round and bouncy.

It happened on the first squat.

As soon as Dwayne slowly lowered himself down, the threads in the back of his track pants continued to unravel and the holes grow in slow motion as he reached the apex of his squat, before a loud RRRRRIIIIPPPPPPPPP filled the air. Dwayne immediately replaced the weights on the rack and his hands flew to his butt where he just felt his cheeks and his faded undies.

"Woah, dude - Dwayne's wearing tighty whities. What the fuck!"

"You have got to be kidding."

"What are you? 12?"

The taunts from his gym buddies had Dwayne blushing crimson as he ran for the door, praying that he could get back to his locker. He knew his undies were a little old school, but he hadn't intended on showing them off to anyone.

As soon as he reached his locker, the door opened again behind him and his four gym buddies stood there with huge grins.

"Let's see these undies, Dwayne. We want the proper strip show. Don't be a tease."

Summer '25 Commission Giveaway

Excited to launch the next Commission Giveaway, and this month I will be giving away TWO 1,000 word commissions where I will write any story you want.

To enter, just like this post AND if you want an additional entry, let me know in the comments which character you'd love to catch in their underwear, and what that underwear is . . . I'm intrigued!

Entries will close on 30th June and I will announce winners at the start of July!

Best of luck guys!

What's coming up in June?

Summer is finally here and we have an exciting June ahead!

Firstly, it's time for our next Quarterly Commission Giveaway and I will be opening that tomorrow, so keep an eye out for your chance to win a 1,000 word commission where I'll write a story just for you, AND, this month, I'm giving away two of them!

Next up, for higher tiers, you'll be getting your weekly photo stories and I'll be opening the vote for the June story. I will also be publishing our May Experiment story!

For all patrons, I'll be sharing another 2 instalments of CYOA Dan - let's get him naked in that ball pit!

Story wise this month, I will be sharing:

• Groomsman Nightmare - The Sequel Pt 3

• Educating Stepdad - Chapter 5

• A brand new series about a shrink ray and the guys that get tormented by it!

I hope you guys are looking forward to this month's content - let me know what you're excited for in the comments!

Coach's Salacious Speedo

Coach Gavin is back! It's the first day of the swim meet and the team have a few surprises in store for their horny, gullible coach!

I hope you guys enjoy this one - let me know in the comments what you want to see happen to Coach Gavin next.

When Gavin had locked himself in his hotel room, he’d immediately opened the bag that the team had given him and was surprised when he discovered that it was just a speedo. Yes, the speedo was white, but it was in his size and the cut wasn’t any skimpier than his usual speedo. The material did seem a little thinner than his usual speedo, but he’d only be stood at the side of the pool in it so it wouldn’t matter.

Maybe they’re running out of ideas, he wondered as he stripped off and headed for a shower.

After his forced strip and jerk off show in the hotel gardens, Gavin couldn’t help but think that there must be more to it than just having to wear a speedo. Although perhaps they thought that would be embarrassing enough for him. Sure, he wouldn’t feel completely comfortable wearing a plain white speedo, but he was so used to being in a speedo that he struggled to find it even slightly embarrassing.

After his shower, Gavin quickly passed out.

The following morning, he pulled on the speedo and inspected himself in the mirror. His furry bubble butt didn’t quite fit into the small swimwear and it was incredibly tight across the front, but he was mostly covered. Pulling on a pair of shorts and his usual polo shirt, Gavin headed down to breakfast.

“Morning Coach,” Benji said with a massive smile as soon as Gavin sat down. “Are you wearing it?”

Gavin laughed. “Yes Benji, I’m wearing the speedo.”

“You won’t be wearing the shorts later though, right?”

Gavin shook his head. “I’ll be wearing my shirt and speedo like normal.”

Benji seemed to sag with relief. “Perfect. Thanks Coach. Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with Kyle and the others if you don’t do as you’re told.”

“Don’t worry, you guys want me to wear the speedo and I’m doing it. No getting in trouble here.”

Benji nodded and headed off back to the buffet. Gavin was just about to get down to attacking his plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon when Kyle took a seat opposite him.

“How’s that speedo fitting?”

“You guys are obsessed,” Gavin said. “The speedo fits fine, and yes, I will be wearing it at the pool without the shorts.”

“Good man,” Kyle said with a wink. “I wouldn’t want to ruin the view for the team. They’re using it as an incentive to win.”

Gavin laughed. “Not how I’d usually inspire a team, but whatever works.”

“I imagine you’re enjoying inspiring your team like this. That orgasm last night certainly seemed to demonstrate some enjoyment on your part.”

Gavin blushed a little, the memory of Kyle’s finger teasing his hole as he came making his cock start to twitch inside the tight confines of the speedo. “Yeah, it was . . . yeah.”

Kyle chuckled. “Maybe when this weekend is over, you might let me play some more.”

Before Gavin could answer, Kyle gave him another wink and left the table.

The rest of breakfast was uneventful, and Gavin headed out the front of the hotel. The team and Kyle were already waiting for him, and after a quick headcount and bit of teasing about Gavin’s strip show, they boarded the bus and headed for the pool.

The swim meet was being held in an Olympic sized pool at a local college and there were a mass of seniors, coaches, parents and spectators flocking inside and filling the bleachers.

“Okay guys, this is what you’ve been training for,” Gavin said when the team had all changed and gathered at the side of the pool. “Whether you’re doing solo or team races today, you’re doing this for the team. We’ve got this.”

“You’ve still got the shorts on, Coach,” Benji said, his eyes on Gavin’s crotch.

Gavin sighed. “Will you guys pay more attention to my pep talk if I take the shorts off now?”

There was a lot of laughter and comments that made Gavin blush, but keen to motivate his team, he pushed his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and pushed them to his ankles and kicked them off. The speedo had wedged slightly between his cheeks since he’d put it on earlier that morning, so Gavin had to try and subtly tug the material free.

The team wolf whistled and cheered at the sight of their coach in his navy polo shirt and white speedo.

Gavin felt a little self-conscious with their eyes roaming over his thick thighs and the bulge in his speedo, but if it got them to focus on winning, and stopped them from telling anyone what happened on the bus, then he’d do it.

“Okay guys, get to it,” Gavin said and with a last group hug, everyone disappeared off to prep for their races.

The day flew by in a blur for Gavin. He couldn’t believe how many of the team were smashing their events. They won the relay, two of the team came first in their solo races, three came second and in the freestyle event, they took first, second and third. Gavin couldn’t be more thrilled.

Of course, things had been a little awkward throughout the day. Every time one of the team got out of the pool, they’d come over to their coach and sneakily stroke his bulge or grab his ass. Gavin was more concerned with anyone else noticing than he was at it happening, but by mid-afternoon, the constant groping was making him half-hard.

“You must be really proud of them,” Kyle said from Gavin’s side as the three guys emerged from the pool after the final freestyle event.

“I really am,” Gavin said with a grin.

“Maybe give them a treat then,” Kyle said with a sly grin. “Why don’t you take that polo off?”

“What? I can’t. That’ll look weird.”

Kyle shrugged. “Most of the parents have gone and the rest are leaving. There’s only our team and one another left in here. No one is going to pay attention.”

Gavin felt conflicted, but the sight of Benji’s happy face as he climbed out of the pool had Gavin tugging his polo shirt up and off, before he tossed it on the bench with his bag. With his furry pics and stomach on show, not to mention his broad shoulders and muscular arms, the team quickly flocked over to him.

“I am so incredibly proud of you guys,” Gavin said when the team had all gathered around. “You absolutely smashed it. Tonight, we celebrate.”

“But first, we have a little surprise for you, Coach,” one of the team said.

Before Gavin could ask what it was, two of the guys gave him a hard shove and he fell backwards into the pool.

“Very funny guys,” Gavin said as he surfaced and wiped the water from his eyes. “I guess you earned that after doing so well today.”

Gavin gripped the side of the pool and pulled himself up, his biceps bulging and his entire body dripping with water that ran seductively over his furry muscle.

As soon as Gavin was stood up, the laughter started. First, it was the team, then Kyle, then when Gavin turned around, it was the other team and their coach that were still in the pool.

“What’s so funny?” Gavin asked with a frown.

Kyle stepped up to him and put his lips to Gavin’s ear. “You may wanna look down, Coach.”

Confused, Gavin looked down, and as soon as he did, his eyes widened at the sight. His white speedo had gone completely see through and his cock, balls and trimmed pubic hair were on full show, not to mention his meaty cheeks and the line of hair that ran between them.

“Fuck,” Gavin hissed, clamping his hands over his bulge in a desperate attempt to hide the sight.

“It’s a little late to be bashful now, Coach,” Benji said with a giggle. “Don’t you remember what we saw last night?”

The last thing Gavin needed to think about was the previous night. After a day of being groped and teased by the team, not to mention the embarrassing exposure of his wet speedo, he didn’t need to be thinking about the way he’d cum in front of his entire team the night before. But no matter what Gavin wanted, his dick started to twitch and lengthen in the tight confines of his speedo.

Despite the other team and their coach still watching, two of the guys grabbed Gavin’s hands and the team immediately cheered when they saw Gavin’s dick getting harder by the second until it was stretching the see-through wet white speedo to its limit.

“I think that needs to come off,” Kyle said with a grin before grabbing the sides of the speedo and tugging it down to Gavin’s knees. It took some effort with the wet material, but it wasn’t long before Gavin had his speedo removed, leaving him naked and hard at the edge of the pool.

“What are you guys doing? There’s still another team here.”

“Tell us to stop,” Kyle said as he wrapped his hand around Gavin’s dick.

Gavin’s eyes fluttered at the electric sensation as Kyle started to jerk him off.

“Who wants to play with Coach’s nipples?” Kyle said, quietly enough that the other team couldn’t hear.

Benji immediately jumped forward and started to tweak and rub Gavin’s nipples as Kyle continued to jerk him off and two of the guys continued to hold his arms.

“Guys, stop. I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

Gavin knew it was a pointless request, and at this point, he just wanted to blow his load. The constant attention throughout the day had been driving him insane, and after so much groping and rubbing, he was desperate to release.

“Do you want me to finger your hole again?” Kyle whispered in Gavin’s ear so that only he could hear. “Or are you dreaming of when I bury my cock in it?”

“Ah fuck,” Gavin yelled, the words tipping him over the edge as he shot his first rope of cum, which splattered over Kyle’s hand and arm. Kyle continued to stroke Gavin through another incredible orgasm, cum flying over Gavin’s legs and the tiled floor. One rope landed on Benji’s side, and as soon as he felt it, he swiped his finger through it and brought it to his lips, hungry to taste his sexy coach.

The other team and their coach cheered and hollered at the stage show they’d just been given, but Gavin was past caring about them, the post-orgasm high so insane that he could barely stand up on his own.

“Alright team, hit the showers!” Kyle yelled and the team dutifully ran off, laughing and talking about how they’d just seen their coach blow his load yet again.

“Maybe after the team are asleep, I’ll pop over to your room,” Kyle said, before giving Gavin’s meaty ass a slap. “Oh, and you’ll find an outfit for dinner waiting on your bed. Laters coach.”

Gavin watched Kyle walk off before the laughter from the other team brought him back to reality. He was still butt naked and covered in cum. He quickly grabbed his bag and ran out of the pool, praying that the team and their coach wouldn’t make any fuss out of what they’d seen.

Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 26

You guys voted for Dan to find somewhere quiet to deal with his cock, and I am happy to oblige, but it won't be that easy . . .

Enjoy this instalment and vote below for what you want to happen next.

As Dan hit the ball pit and disappeared beneath a wave of plastic spheres, he was immediately surprised by how deep the pit was, not to mention how slippery it was. As he tried to get his footing, his pants slid down to his thighs, completely exposing his tight slinky briefs and his hard cock stretching the thin material.

Mercifully, there were still no people in his vicinity, but Dan still didn’t want to have his pants hanging open in the middle of the ball pit. He gripped the open sides and yanked them together as he stumbled around and tried not to sink lower beneath the chest height balls.

At the moment, Dan stepped on a couple of balls and completely lost his footing, falling forwards into the sea of spheres. As he scrambled through the mass of plastic, his pants slipped back down to his thighs, and he dropped the belt buckle that he’d been holding in a death grip in his hand. If he could just stand up properly, he’d be able to fix everything, but as he writhed around to get himself back on his feet, his pants slipped lower, his muscular thighs now fully on show, along with his brief encased bubble butt, the slinky material doing nothing to hide his slightly furry crack.

“Oh, come on,” he moaned as he felt his pants slip down over his knees, pooling around his ankles.

Dan could hear other people’s voices nearby and knew that he needed to get his head above the surface to make sure he was still alone. He kicked and wriggled until he finally felt his shoe connect with the soft surface that was the bottom of the ball pit. With all the balance he could muster, he managed to finally stand up.

“Thank fuck for that,” he said with a sigh, grateful that there still wasn’t anyone too close to him.

Dan carefully started to squat down so that could pull his pants back up but as he ran his hands down his hairy toned legs, he got all the way to his socks, and then his shoes, and . . . his pants weren’t there.

“Oh no!”

He couldn’t believe it. With all his kicking and squirming around, he must have kicked his pants off of his feet without even noticing it. They must be somewhere nearby, but how was he supposed to find them and why the hell was his cock harder than before and leaking precum through the stretchy material. Dan couldn’t believe how horned up he was, and he couldn’t resist giving his dick a quick stroke through the briefs.

“Oh . . . uh . . . fu . . .”

It felt so incredible, electricity racing through every nerve of his body at the touch.

With a deep breath, Dan decided several things at once; he needed to take his shoes off so that he was more stable, he needed to retrieve his pants, and he needed to get somewhere quiet to deal with his incessant cock.

Dan squatted slightly before gently toeing off both of his dress shoes, before lowering himself down and picking them up, his briefs wedging between his cheeks with all of the squatting. Dan held his shoes in one hand and used his free hand to yank his briefs free from his crack, unaware of the slight rip that took place as he did so.

Looking around, Dan knew his pants couldn’t be too far based on his proximity to the slide, so he carefully moved around, testing the floor with his feet until he felt material instead of balls, and after a few distressed seconds, he found them, just a couple of feet away.

Dan picked them up and with pants in one hand, and his shoes in the other, he decided to head over to the nearest corner that was currently deserted and a lot darker than the rest of the ball pit. If he was going to deal with his cock, he wanted some privacy.

Getting to the corner took more effort than Dan expected and by the time he got there, he’d lost a button on his shirt and the shirt was stuck to his body from the sweat, darker patches showing the exertion under his arms.

Dan moved into the corner fully and placed his shoes and pants at the bottom of the ball pit in the very corner, which made his cock throb even harder.

The question was . . . did he take his briefs off too? Or did he just jerk off in them?

Kryptonite Kraziness

Here's the April story which is a Superman fanfic. I haven't specified which Superman actor so you guys can pick your favourite and imagine away! I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know in the comments if you'd like to see Superman return.

When Clark Kent arrived at the Daily Planet, he did a double check of his suit in the elevator mirror to make sure it wasn’t too crumpled. He’d been on his way to the office when he’d heard a traffic accident in the next state over and had to strip down to his Superman costume and ditch his suit behind a dumpster. Thankfully, aside from being a little creased, it appeared to be okay. He adjusted his glasses and made sure his hair was a little messier, before stepping on to the newsroom floor.

“Morning Clark,” Jimmy Olsen said with a big grin, as he jogged over with a takeout coffee cup. “I thought you may need a caffeine boost, so I stopped and picked up this for you.”

“Thanks Jimmy,” Clark said with a smile, appreciative of the coffee, even if he was a little uncomfortable with Jimmy’s constant attention and slight hero worship. “What have we got today?”

“Perry hasn’t given us anything yet. Lois is still in Gotham but I’m sure we’ll get a juicy story whilst she’s away.”

Clark knew exactly where Lois was, but he didn’t plan on dwelling on that too much when he had work to do, not to mention a city in chaos that seemed to result in a call for help every five seconds.

Jimmy watched Clark sip his coffee and smiled. “Well, I’ll let you get settled and I’ll catch you later.”

Surprised at Jimmy’s unusually speedy exit, he took another sip of his coffee and headed to his desk. He had a few contacts to email back and a couple of tasks from Lois that probably required some attention.

It was after Clark had finished his coffee that he started to feel hot, an unusual feeling for a Kryptonian who didn’t usually experience any changes in his body temperature. He loosened his tie a little, but he couldn’t undo his top button without revealing his Superman costume underneath.

After a while, the heat seemed to increase, and Clark felt sweat on his forehead and under his armpits.

“What the hell?” he whispered to himself.

It was at that moment, that he felt an unexpected twitch. Was he . . . no . . . not in the office . . .

Clark jumped up from his desk and headed to the restroom, doing his utmost to maintain a human pace. As soon as he closed and locked the door, he couldn’t deny the tent in his suit pants. Even with his costume under his suit, his dick was hard as a rock and pushing against the clothing with the same super strength that he used to catch falling planes.

Suddenly, the hot feeling, the sweat, the weird arousal all combined, and Clark couldn’t control himself. He needed to jerk off. He needed to cum. Right there.

He removed his suit and shoes in record speed, which was saying something, and checked out his appearance in the mirror, the skintight spandex clinging to every hard muscle in his body, especially his throbbing cock.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned as his hand connected with his dick through the red briefs of his costume. He was tempted to rip his suit open, but there was something about how damn hot he looked in the mirror that he wanted to keep the suit on. Maybe he’d cum straight inside his suit and let his load dry against his skin. After all, no one would know.

As Clark’s hand moved up and down his shaft, he felt the pressure building and . . .

“Someone help!”

A call for help. Somewhere close. The roof.

Without even thinking, Clark left his clothes on the floor of the restroom and flew out of the window and straight up to the roof where he found Jimmy Olsen who didn’t look like he was in distress at all.

“You called for help?” Clark asked in his deeper Superman voice.

Jimmy shrugged. “I just wondered how you were enjoying the new burgundy kryptonite I made, but it looks like you’re enjoying it a lot.”

Clark followed the line of Jimmy’s eye and realised that his dick was still tenting his costume, and there was a wet spot that had soaked through the spandex suit and the red briefs over the top.

“What burgundy kryptonite?” Clark asked, using his cape to try and hide his bulge.

“It uses properties of the red kryptonite that makes your inhibitions lower, but I tempered it with a few other chemicals to make it focus predominantly on sex. And based on the epic hard on you’ve got, I’d say it worked.”

“Why would you do that?” Clark hissed, confused as to why anyone would do that to him.

“So that this would be even more entertaining.”

Before Clark could even react, Jimmy threw a vial of fluid that smashed against Clark’s chest, the fluid immediately hitting his Superman suit. Clark opened his mouth to say how ridiculous Jimmy was being, but within seconds, the fluid began to writhe and move, and as it did, the Superman suit began to vanish.

“What the . . .”

Clark released his cape and backed up a step as his furry chest came into view, followed by his shoulders, biceps and forearms. The acid continued to eat away at his suit, revealing his stomach, his trimmed pubic hair, his meaty ass, his thick thighs, his muscular calves and then his feet. Second by second, the acid ate away at his costume, the suit, the red boots, the red briefs and his cape.

And then finally, the last patch of fabric vanished, and Clark’s cock slapped against his stomach with its new found freedom.

“What did you do to my suit?” Clark yelled as he clasped his hands over his still throbbing cock.

Jimmy pulled his phone out and started filming. “It was an acid solution combined with some nanotech that focuses specifically on destroying fabrics. Clever huh?”

“And what do you expect to happen now, Jimmy?” Clark said through gritted teeth.

“You’re gonna cum for me and then you can do whatever you want.”

Clark was furious, but whatever was in the kryptonite meant that he didn’t show it like he’d want to. He wanted to fly off and get his office clothes back on, but there was something that made him want to do what Jimmy asked. He wanted to jerk off. He wanted to cum. After all, wasn’t that exactly what he’d planned to do in the restroom? His cock was so hard, and he was so desperate to blow his load.

He could always destroy Jimmy’s phone later.

Without a word, Clark let the kryptonite take hold and wrapped his hand around his shaft, his entire body tingling as he finally got the skin-on-skin contact that he craved.

Jimmy couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched Superman start stroking his cock, his perfect muscular body glowing with sweat.

“Fuck, you’re really into this,” Jimmy said, his own dick pushing against the fly of his boxers.

Clark just growled as he pumped his dick faster, his balls drawing tight. Every muscle in his body locked as he finally started to cum. He moaned and panted as ropes of cum shot across the roof of the Daily Planet, Jimmy capturing every second on video.

As soon as he’d cum and caught his breath, it was like the effects of the Kryptonite had vanished. Clark clapped his hands over his sticky, semi-hard dick and glared at Jimmy.

“This isn’t over,” he said in the most dangerous voice he could manage whilst being naked and covered in cum.

Clark flew off of the roof, circled through the air and shot straight back through the window of the restroom, desperate to get some clothes on. But when he landed in the restroom, his clothes were no longer there.

He was butt naked in the middle of the city.

“This day just keeps getting better,” he sighed. “All in a day!”

Photo Story #58

This was a photo story that I shared on Twitter/X a few years ago and I wanted to add it to Patreon so this is this week's photo story.

Do you guys think I should write a full story for Chad? Let me know in the comments!

Chad’s day wasn’t going to plan. He’d started the day off by dropping a dumbbell on his foot at the gym and things had gone from bad to worse when he’d fallen over in the sports bar car park and ripped his favourite pink shorts wide open, exposing his bare bubble butt to all the guys from the office who’d been watching tonight’s game.

Typical that the day he went commando was the day his shorts gave up on him. And even more typical that it had to happen as he’d been showboating in front of his buddies and acting the fool.

Everyone had been videoing him dancing around like an idiot and now everyone had his sexy bare ass on camera!

May Story - The Experiment

I was stunned that so many of you were interested in trying this, but very excited to see the results.

So, here's how this will work. I will post the question list below and all you have to do is copy and paste it into a message and send me your answers, or you can email me at suitedwestend55@gmail.com if you prefer.

Responses are required by 1st June 2025!

A note on the questions - there are no right or wrong answers, or interpretations. Answer the questions however you want to :)

Once I have everyone's responses, I will put names into the magical wheel and choose a winner to write the May story about. I won't reveal who I'm using as these questions are pretty personal.

If you guys have any feedback on the question set, please let me know in message or comments as I'll be looking to adapt this in the future.

With all that being said, here are is the question set:

1 - private or with spectators?

2 - day or night?

3 - surprise or planned?

4 - hardcore or softcore?

5 - erogenous zones - which one(s)?

6 - location? (Indoor/outdoor? City? Country?)

7 - leather or denim?

8 - suit or casual?

9 - food or no?

10 - what kinds of toys or implements might be fun to bring into play? (If required)

11 - music or silence?

12 - initiate sex/play, or let the other person initiate?

13 - vocal/noisy or quiet/hushed noises?

14 - favorite activities or positions in bed?

15 - any toys or activities that you'd like to try sometime?

16 - favorite height

17 - what body parts and facial features are you attracted to?

18 - age range you prefer?

Lastly, any specific ideas you'd like included?