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College Ben Part 2

It’s time for Ben to attend the frat costume party - will his makeshift toga survive? Thanks for all the awesome feedback on part 1 and as always, let me know what you think and get in touch, if you’d like a commission :)

Ben had never been so careful in his life as he was when he climbed in and out of the Uber that took him to the party. He was terrified of getting the toga caught in the door or catching it on something and it ripping off his body leaving him stood in just his old compression shorts and trainers.

As much as a pantsing in front of Matt and Grant had been a massive turn on, Ben had no wish to be totally exposed in a public place. He was nervous enough about wearing such a daring costume, let alone being careless enough to lose it.

The frat house was a fairly modern, new build that had a huge lawn, a cute veranda and lots of space. Ben was relieved that he wasn’t one of the first to arrive as people in a variety of costumes bustled inside the hallway, lounge and kitchen.

The biggest relief was that there were an abundance of guys, and some girls, that were wearing home made togas from bedsheets. Ben no longer felt as out of place and after being allowed through the door, he made his way to the kitchen for a beer.

The hallway was crowded with people and after pushing his way past Captain America and Morticia Addams, he managed to get into the open plan kitchen.

‘Benny Boy!’

Ben turned around to come face to face with his friend, Alex who was wearing what could only be described as the sluttiest coach outfit Ben could imagine.

Alex was on a football scholarship and he certainly had the quarterback build. He was 6’3 with broad shoulders, big arms, a toned bubble butt and the thickest muscular thighs. He was wearing a skin tight white polo shirt with a whistle around his neck on his top half. On the bottom were a fanny pack, the tiniest red shorts with 2 inch slits up either thigh, white socks and sneakers. The shorts were so tiny that Ben was fairly certain he’d be able to see the straps of the jock that Alex was no doubt wearing underneath.

Ben admired Alex. He was the most confident guy that Ben knew and he was also the most open minded and chilled. Alex openly admitted to being sexually fluid and had no issue sleeping with everyone and anyone as long as they clicked.

‘Hey Alex, how was your summer?’ Ben asked with a grin. ‘And where’s your pants?’

Alex laughed and punched Ben in the arm. ‘With legs like these bad boys, you gotta show ‘em off. It’s the rules my friend.’

Ben laughed as Alex passed him a plastic glass of beer and led him outside through the double doors into the backyard; a wide expanse of stone patio with a massive lawn and a variety of garden walks around the outside that meandered through hedges.

‘So, how did you and the bad boys spend the summer?’

Alex grinned. ‘I went to Italy with my folks and spent the summer eating pasta and getting into bed with half of Florence.’

Ben shook his head. ‘Why am I not surprised by this?’

‘They needed some American beef, dude. I was just doing my part.’

‘Sure you were,’ Ben chuckled.

‘Do you want me to put those in the fanny pack?’ Alex asked seeing that Ben was still holding on to his room key and his phone.

‘Oh thanks bud. This costume doesn’t come with pockets.’

‘I’m guessing it’s just a sheet?’

Ben nodded. ‘Yup. Learned to tie it myself online.’

Alex laughed. ‘Well, I hope you’re wearing some undies, dude.’

Ben rolled his eyes. ‘Of course I am. I imagine you thought undies were optional.’

Alex turned around and made a show of bending over in front of Ben and sure enough, as Alex’s ample butt pushed backwards, the tiny shorts rode up even higher and Ben could see the white straps of a jockstrap straining to hold his cheeks.

‘Should have known it was slutty,’ Ben said, trying to ignore how hot the view was.

Alex turned back to face him and winked. ‘Not like you’re complaining, dude. Come on – let’s get more beer!’

As the evening progressed, Ben lost count of the number of beers and settled into a fun night of catching up with his college buddies. He was so happy to be back and the summer felt like a distant memory.

‘Hold my beer,’ Ben said as he handed his glass to Alex. ‘I gotta pee.’

Ben made his way back into the house and after seeing that the downstairs bathroom was occupied, he made his way up the stairs to the main bath, relieved to see the door open and no one inside.

He locked the door behind him, lifted up the bottom of the toga and held it under his chin as he tried to free his dick from the compression shorts. The beer had bloated him up and they were digging in tight to his waist.

‘Fuck, these are tight,’ he hissed through clenched teeth as he tried to pull on the waistband.

With a lot of grunting and tugging, Ben finally managed to pull the waistband down low enough that he could pull his dick free and take a leak, before having to yank the waistband forward to put it back.

Ben washed his hands, just like it had been engrained in him to do, before checking himself in the mirror.

The toga looked the same as it had when he left his room, which was good news, but after the beer and the fight with his compression shorts, he was sweating like a pig. He grabbed a hand towel and wiped his face, neck and chest. He was just about to give his furry pits a quick wipe when he dropped the hand towel.

Sighing, he bent down to pick it up and heard the sound that made his stomach knot and his cock throb.

RRRRIIIIPPPPPP!

‘No, no, no, no, no!’

Ben quickly stood up and checked his toga, but everything seemed to still be in place, even if it was a little damp from the sweat.

After a moment of hesitation, Ben lifted up the toga again and inspected his compression shorts in the full length mirror. From the front, there was no difference from before. His bulge looked obscene in the tight stretchy material, especially as his dick had chubbed up a bit hearing the rip, but the shorts were intact.

But when he turned around, it was a different matter entirely. The centre of the shorts at the back had ripped wide open and Ben’s meaty, slightly furry cheeks were fully on show. The rip went as far as the bottom of his crack, but the waistband was untouched.

‘Phew,’ Ben whispered to himself.

He wasn’t sure if it was the beer or the fact that he was more comfortable in these situations than he was before the summer, but he readjusted his toga, put on a smile and headed back out to the party.

Yes, his compression shorts were torn open and his butt was out, but the toga hid that so no one was likely to know, or even notice.

Ben retrieved his beer from Alex and carried on enjoying his evening.

It was just after midnight and Ben was stood with Alex and a couple of other guys when he got tapped on the shoulder.

‘Nice costume, Camp Leader Ben,’ Matt said with a smirk.

He was wearing a Green Arrow costume and Grant was dressed as James Bond in a tight fitting tuxedo.

‘What are you guys doing here?’ Ben asked with a smile, the beer making everything better.

‘We go to the same college remember? We wanted to check out this frat party. We didn’t expect to see you here.’

Ben frowned at Matt. ‘Why wouldn’t I be?’

Grant shrugged. ‘We just assumed you’d be in your room jerking off or something.’

Ben momentarily felt like he should be questioning that specific activity suggestion, but his head was too foggy to focus on it.

‘Well, I hope you guys have a fun night,’ Ben said with a drunken grin and turned around to re-join Alex and the other boys but they’d moved off to a group of girls.

‘What’re you wearing under that toga?’ Grant asked as Matt disappeared to go and get more beer.

‘I don’t think that’s any of your business,’ Ben said, poking his tongue out.

Ben was stood in the far corner of the lawn and he and Grant were fairly out of the light.

‘Maybe I’ll find out for myself,’ Grant said with a grin, stepping toward Ben.

Ben immediately gripped the shoulder where the safety pin held up the sheet. ‘You promised … you promised you wouldn’t … at college.’

Grant laughed. ‘Your toga is safe dude, it’s your undies I want to inspect.’

Ben continued to hold on to the safety pin with both hands as Grant closed the space between them and slowly lifted the back of Ben’s toga before he placed his hand on Ben’s bare butt through the hole in the compression shorts.

‘Oh dear. Even without our interference, you just can’t help yourself, can you?’

Ben blushed furiously and tried to step away, but Grant had a tight grip on his butt. ‘It was an accident.’

‘Your fat ass is no accident, Ben. These poor shorts just couldn’t cope, could they?’

Grant was talking in an almost sultry voice as his hand kneaded Ben’s butt cheeks, his finger occasionally tracing down his crack. Despite the fact that they were stood in the middle of a frat party, Ben felt his dick start to throb and harden.

‘Maybe you enjoy having your beefy butt out?’ Grant asked with another squeeze of Ben’s furry ass.

Ben shook his head. ‘No … no … I don’t.’

Ben was looking around furtively, praying none of his buddies would see what was going on.

‘Let’s check, shall we?’

Before Ben could give that much thought, Grant moved his hand around to the front of the compression shorts and grabbed his now hard dick through the stretchy material.

‘Oh fuck!’ Ben moaned, unable to control his hips as they thrust against Grant’s hand.

‘Looks like you really enjoy it, stud,’ Grant said, his lips now on Ben’s ear.

Ben was in ecstasy as Grant kissed and licked his neck and slowly stroked him through his compression shorts. He could feel the precum starting to dampen the material, despite the amount he’d jerked off over the last few days.

But before Ben could get off, Grant suddenly stepped back and let go of him, just moments before Matt returned with 3 beers.

‘What’s going on?’ Matt asked with a raised eyebrow.

‘Nothing,’ Grant said with a shrug. ‘Just teasing our favourite camp leader. He’s wearing compression shorts under his toga and they’ve ripped at the back.’

Matt laughed. ‘Of course they have. Shame we’re at a college event or we’d take full advantage of that.’

‘We sure would,’ Grant said with a slap to Ben’s butt.

Matt frowned slightly as the butt slap, before promising Ben they’d leave him be and dragging Grant off into the party.

Ben’s dick was still throbbing and he could feel how flushed he was as he found Alex and his friends again. He took a long swig of beer to try and calm himself down. What the hell was Grant playing at doing that to him? What if someone had seen? Or what if his toga had caught?

Ben shook his head. That was a line of thought that was only going to make things worse. He could feel how damp the compression shorts were and how diamond hard his dick was.

‘More beer?’ Ben asked the guys before heading to the kitchen.

The kitchen was fairly quiet now as nearly everyone was outside talking and dancing. Taking a brief moment of peace to sort himself out, Ben lifted the front of his toga and tried to yank the damp sticky compression shorts away from his body to give his dick some space to shrink back down.

‘Dude, what are you doing?’ Alex said as he came into the kitchen.

Ben tugged on the toga to pull it back into place, unaware of the safety pin that had torn slightly through the sheet and bent a little further out of shape.

‘Just trying to adjust my shorts. They’re a bit snug,’ Ben said, trying to laugh it off.

Alex filled his glass with beer and slapped Ben on the back. ‘Those extra pounds will do that bud. Come on.’

Alex steered Ben back outside to the group of guys which had grown to about 12 in total. Ben was stood in front of one of the hedges and after downing his beer to try and calm himself, he felt a little too light headed and leaned back a bit so he didn’t stumble forwards.

‘Has someone had a little too much beer?’ a voice said next to Ben.

He turned around to see Grant in his tux. Ben had to admit the tux looked great on him. It really accentuated his swimmers build.

‘Where’s Matt? I thought you guys were going to enjoy the party?’ Ben asked with a slight slur.

‘He hooked up with some girl and left. I thought I’d come and say bye before I headed off. Can I chat to you for a second?’

Ben frowned and stepped away from the hedge. There was a slight tug on the toga and he quickly freed the sheet, unaware that it was now hanging a little looser and his left furry pec was on show.

‘What’s up?’ Ben said when we reached a quiet area behind some hedges.

‘I just need to do this before I go,’ Grant said, before stepping forward, grabbing the front of Ben’s toga and pulling him forwards, before locking their lips together.

Ben was momentarily stunned, but was too drunk and too horny not to kiss Grant back. His dick was immediately rock hard and throbbing once more as Grant’s hands moved behind him and lifted his toga to grope at his furry butt again.

‘Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since the start of summer camp,’ Grant whispered.

Before Ben could respond, Grant’s tongue was back in his mouth and they were kissing like the two horny teenagers at a frat party that they were.

Grant’s hands continued to play with Ben’s ample cheeks before one moved around to stroke his dick through the compression shorts.

Ben was moaning into Grant’s mouth as he felt himself getting closer, before …

‘Fuck! That was an accident!’ Grant gasped as Ben suddenly felt much more comfortable and the torn shreds of his compression shorts were held up in Grant’s hands.

At the moment in time, Ben was too horny to care and took the shorts from Grant and tossed them over the hedge before pulling Grant back towards him and kissing him.

Grant was just about to resume jerking Ben’s dick when Alex appeared behind them.

‘Sorry dude, you’ll have to continue this in a minute,’ Alex said, grabbing Ben’s hand and pulling him back towards the party. ‘We need you for beer pong.’

Ben felt completely out of it as Alex dragged him back to the cheering, hollering group of guys with Grant following behind.

‘I don’t think I can take any more beer,’ Ben managed to get out through a burp.

By now, his toga was sagging even lower, the safety pin barely holding the material together, his chest fully on display and the material dragging slightly on the ground.

‘Oh come on man,’ Alex chided. ‘You can totally do more beer.’

‘He doesn’t want to,’ Grant said behind them and stepped forward to pull Ben back, but as he did so, he stepped on the sheet and the safety pin gave up its battle.

The toga ripped from Ben’s body and dropped to the floor, exposing his furry chubby upper body, his throbbing, leaking dick and his thick thighs and furry bubble butt.

‘Oh, fuck!’ Ben yelped. He wanted to cover up, but the exposure, the laughter and the amount of beer kept him frozen in place.

‘Dude, you’re hard as a rock!’ one of the guys yelled.

More people started to notice that Ben was now naked and they started cheering and laughing, but the whole situation was too much for Ben. He was so close and too horny and before he could even move, his whole body tensed and his cock erupted shooting ropes of cum everywhere totally hands free.

The crowd of guys went wild as Ben moaned and grunted through the orgasm, his dick shooting the final dribbles of cum down his muscular thighs and on to the toga pooled at his feet.

Once the orgasm had passed, Ben felt sober and mortified. He bent down to pick up the toga at the same time that Grant did. Ben pulled one way and Grant pulled the other and the sheet ripped clean in half.

‘Fuck,’ Ben yelled and holding the half a sheet over his still hard cock, he bolted for the door and ran nearly all the way home.

Grant had tried to follow him, but Ben had promptly told him where to go. This was all Grant’s fault. He’d ripped off his compression shorts, loosened his toga and torn the sheet in half just to humiliate him. He probably didn’t even fancy him. The whole thing was some nasty prank.

When Ben got back to his building after enduring who knew how many taunts and laughs, he just wanted to jerk off again and shower. But when he reached his door, he remembered that Alex had his phone and his key card.

He slammed his hand down on the door handle in frustration and the door flew open.

‘Oh my god!’

Ben was not only surprised that the door was unlocked, but also that there was a chubby guy with a shoulder length brown hair and a handsome face lying on the spare bed jerking off with his legs up and a butt plug clearly visible between his cheeks.

The guy threw a blanket over himself and sat up.

‘I’m so sorry, man. I didn’t think you’d be back yet. I’m your roommate, Noah. Why the fuck are you naked?’

Ben could barely think of a way to process the situation before him and went straight into the bathroom. What had his life become?

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assortedcoolstuff · 4 years ago

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Camp Leader Embarrassment - part 4 - the finale!

Here is the 4th and final part of Ben’s story! Please let me know what you think via DM or Ask a Question. Loads of new stories are on the way, so keep your ideas coming :-)

The day before the talent show, Ben found himself starting to pack up some of his stuff. He was feeling a bit down that summer camp was nearly over and as much as he was surprised to admit it to himself, he couldn’t deny that he’d miss his group.

The tech rehearsal for the talent show was taking up much of the day and Ben headed over to the auditorium so that Matt, Luke and Grant could explain what he needed to do for the lights.

‘Hey Camp Leader Ben,’ Matt said with a grin when Ben arrived.

‘Hey guys. So, what do I need to do tomorrow?’

Grant and Luke explained that they’d programmed a light show to accompany the songs that their band was playing and all Ben had to do was press the button to start the show for each song.

‘It’s really easy. As soon as Matt says the name of the song, you press this button. You’ll have headphones on so you’ll only be able to hear us through our microphones.’

Ben looked at the position of the lighting box. ‘I won’t be seen behind the curtain, will I?’

‘Definitely not,’ Luke said. ‘The lights are out front so no one will know you’re here.’

‘But,’ Matt said with a smile. ‘We would like you to come and join us for a bow when we’re done. You are our lighting guy after all.’

Ben didn’t feel remotely comfortable with the thought of going on stage, but he didn’t want to let them down.

‘Okay, I guess I can do that.’

‘Perfect – we’ll call you out when we’re done,’ Matt said with a satisfied smirk. ‘We also picked up your uniform for tomorrow. Mr Lyle said you hadn’t got it.’

Ben had completely forgotten to visit Mr Lyle. All of the Camp Leaders had a smarter uniform for the final day as the parents would be present.

‘Thanks Matt,’ Ben said as he took the khaki pants and blue shirt from him.

‘And we made sure they were a size bigger than your current uniform,’ Grant said with a chuckle.

‘Thanks guys.’

Ben tested the lightshow as the guys rehearsed and was quite looking forward to the talent show.

The parents were all due to arrive at lunchtime for drinks and canapes and then the talent show would take place before the guys all went home. Ben was staying the night and then going home with Jason and his dad the following day.

Ben woke up, showered and pulled on his usual uniform to help the other Camp Leaders set up in the dining hall. Aside from a few of the guys teasing him for his shorts riding down and flashing his butt crack, it was an uneventful morning and before they knew it, the parents were arriving.

‘You better get dressed, Ben,’ Jason said as he emerged from their small bathroom dressed in his khaki pants, black dress shoes and navy shirt. ‘The talent show will start soon.’

Ben jumped up from his bed and said he’d catch Jason up.

As soon as the door closed, Ben pulled off his stretched out uniform shirt and gratefully removed the snug uniform shorts. As his hands brushed over his white briefs, he realised how damp with sweat they were from the morning’s activities.

Better change those, he thought.

As Ben rifled through his nearly packed case, he realised that he only had one pair of underwear that were actually clean, a pair of black silk boxers that definitely wouldn’t be as baggy as they used to be.

I’m sure I had some clean briefs somewhere, Ben thought with a frown.

Deciding that he didn’t have time to question it, he pulled off his sweaty briefs and after a quick freshen up in the bathroom, he pulled on the black silk boxers. His cock immediately sprung to life at the sensual feel of the silky fabric.

Down boy, he thought to himself.

The silk boxers clung tightly to his huge butt and his muscular thighs, but they weren’t as skin tight as the clothing he was used to the last few weeks.

Ben grabbed the navy shirt and was relieved that it wasn’t as skin tight as his uniform polo shirt. Although as he started to button it, he noticed that the buttons around his stomach were somewhat stretched.

At least the buttons do up, he thought with a shrug as he grabbed the khaki pants.

Ben got the pants up to his thighs without too much problem, but they were nowhere near big enough to accommodate his huge bubble butt. It took a good three minutes of struggling before the pants were covering his butt, his shirt was tucked in and the straining pants button was closed. The flies took forever to close where the material gaped open due to how snug the pants were, but he just managed it.

What didn’t help was that the silk boxers didn’t have a button on the fly, so his cock repeatedly slipped free, which made zipping up even more difficult.

Once his pants were on, Ben put on his black lace up dress shoes and stood in front of the mirror. The shirt buttons looked strained, but at least if he sucked his stomach in, no one would see any skin showing. The pants were a second skin on his massive ass and his thighs, but they didn’t look quite as bad as his uniform shorts.

Okay, let’s do this, Ben thought.

When Ben arrived at the auditorium, there were hundreds of people milling around the seats. It looked like some of the guys had their dads, brothers and uncles in attendance. There were easily two hundred people in the small space and some of the other Camp Leaders were bringing in more chairs from the dining hall.

Why did none of the guys bring their mums? Ben thought with a shrug.

‘Hey Ben,’ Matt said as Ben got back stage. ‘Looking smart.’

Ben followed Matt’s line of sight to his stomach where one of the buttons had popped undone and he was showing some slightly hairy belly.

‘Thanks, Matt,’ Ben said, quickly fumbling to get the button done up and sucking his stomach back in.

‘Are you staying backstage with us?’

Ben nodded. ‘Yep. I’ll be back here for the show in case there are any issues.’

Mr Lyle kicked off the talent show once everyone was seated and Ben took a seat behind the stage, grateful to be hidden from the audience as he started to sweat in the heat. He absent-mindedly scratched his stomach, unsure whether it was the heat or the new uniform that was making him feel itchy.

‘We have ten wonderful acts to entertain you today and I’m sure you’ll be as impressed as me and the leaders are. Our first act is the BMX Tricksters.’

Ben listened to the other acts, getting increasingly uncomfortable in his itchy uniform and it seemed like no time at all before Matt’s band was being called to the stage. There’d been a short break beforehand so the guys could set up, which had allowed everyone backstage to go out front and watch the show.

‘We’re all set, Camp Leader Ben,’ Grant said with a thumbs up. ‘Give us a great show.’

‘What?’ Ben asked as he picked up the headphones.

‘I mean, let’s give them a great show.’

‘Oh,’ Ben said with a smile. ‘Good luck!’

Once Grant went on stage with Matt and Luke, Ben was left on his own.

Matt announced the name of the first song and Ben pressed the button to start the light show. As he stood there listening to the first bars of the song, he used both hands to scratch his thighs, then his arms, then his stomach.

What the fuck is wrong with this uniform? Ben thought as he scratched his butt cheek.

By the end of the first song, Ben was sweating and his shirt was starting to darken around his chest and pits.

Ben started the show for the next song and with a snap decision and a quick glance at the curtain, he unbuttoned his shirt.

The cooler air on his slightly furry chest felt like heaven and he scratched his bare skin with vigour, but no sooner had he stopped, his legs just itched more.

The boys were only just halfway through the second song.

I’ve got plenty of time, Ben thought and after sucking his stomach in, he undid his pants button, yanked down the fly and wrestled his pants down to his knees.

The silk boxers were damp and the material was stuck to his butt and thighs from the sweat.

Ben scratched at his thick, muscled thighs and his ample butt cheeks, before bending over and scratching vigorously at his calves.

Ben jumped up and hit play for the next light show, barely hearing Matt announce the third song. He was in a frenzy and couldn’t stop scratching. His body felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t remember ever being so itchy.

Not since middle school when Jason had put itching powder on his favourite shirt …

Fuck, Ben thought. They couldn’t resist one last prank.

But the joke was on them. No one could see Ben and he still had one more song to get his clothes back on before the bow.

Ben bent over, grabbed his pants and hiked them up to his thighs, noticing that the laces on his dress shoes were undone. He’d do those up later, he thought before buttoning his shirt back up. Yes, his shirt was dark with sweat and he wanted to tear his skin off, but he would not let the guys embarrass him again!

As the final song reached its last minute, Ben just managed to get his pants buttoned with his shirt tucked back in.

‘Come on, come on, come on,’ Ben muttered as he desperately tried to do his fly up, but the more he moved about, the more his cock would fall out of the boxers’ fly.

‘Thank you,’ Matt yelled to the audience.

‘No, no, no,’ Ben whimpered in fear as he yanked on the zipper.

‘We’d like our awesome light guy and our Camp Leader, Ben, to join us for our bow.’

As the words left Matt’s lips, Ben managed to yank the fly up and nearly cried with relief before walking on to the stage, desperately hoping that no one would notice the sweat patches on his chest, back and under his arms.

‘Come and take a bow, Camp Leader Ben,’ Matt yelled and the audience applauded.

Ben shuffled on to the stage and did a slight bow from the waist, but as soon as he turned to walk away, Grant grabbed his wrist.

‘Before you go, we have a special surprise for you. We wanted to say thank you for being such an awesome Camp Leader and made you this video.’

The curtain lifted to reveal a projector screen and Ben’s jaw dropped.

He was met with the sight of his massive butt practically bursting out of his uniform shorts with his crack on show. The photo made way for a video of him ripping his board shorts, before they tore off completely and he ran naked back to the changing block, his huge cheeks bouncing behind him.

The audience roared with laughter, the Dad’s in particular yelling obscenities at the screen.

‘Check out the size of that boy’s ass!’

‘How does he find pants that fit?’

‘Those buns are like basketballs.’

Ben was frozen to the spot, his face bright red as he watched his summer of humiliation on screen. Photos and videos of every embarrassing incident. Ben struggling to get his undies on before ripping them off, his huge bare bubble butt sticking out of the bush with his t-shirt caught above him whilst one of the guys slapped his ass and Ben struggling to get out of a kayak before emerging without his shorts or undies.

‘Can’t this guy keep his pants on,’ one dad yelled with a laugh.

‘Not with an ass that size,’ another dad replied.

Ben was utterly mortified and the raucous laughter was unbearable.

But, the worst was yet to come.

The next video was Ben backstage during the talent show as he started scratching himself at the lighting board, before he undid his shirt and dropped his pants.

‘The guy’s a perv,’ one of the guy’s brothers shouted.

‘He needs to put his junk away,’ one of the dads laughed as Ben’s cock fell free from his fly on screen.

‘Camp Leader Ben,’ Matt said, clapping his hands in Ben’s direction as the video ended.

Ben had to escape. He couldn’t stand there any longer. He was utterly humiliated. With a defiant lift of his head, Ben turned around to walk away, but stepped on one of his undone laces and stumbled over his own feet. His right dress shoe flipped off his foot and skidded across the stage.

I will not let them laugh at me anymore, he thought!

He walked over to his shoe and with his back to the audience, he bent down to retrieve it, but he knew his mistake as soon as he made it.

RRRRRIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

The audience became hysterical as Ben’s pants ripped open from crotch to waistband along the rear seam, revealing his huge butt practically bursting from his black silk boxer shorts. With the waistband ripped, Ben’s pants dropped to his knees revealing his thick, muscled thighs.

Ben jumped up and spun around, but as he arched his back, the buttons flew off of his shirt and bounced across the stage, exposing his chest and stomach much to the hilarity of the roomful of men.

Grant and Luke came up behind Ben and yanked the shirt from his arms.

I have to get out of here, Ben thought, with his eyes wide and his face even redder than before.

With a glare at the three guys that were responsible for his torture, Ben turned to walk away, forgetting that his pants were still around his knees. He tripped on the torn material and ended up falling to his knees on to the stage, his massive butt facing the audience. As Ben fell forward on to his hands, another loud RRRRIIIPPPPPP increased the laughter as the sweaty silk boxers tore open at the rear, exposing Ben’s huge butt cheeks.

‘Look at the size of that ass,’ one of the dads yelled.

‘If he wants to be naked, he should do it. We’re all guys here!’

Luke and Matt couldn’t agree more and whilst Ben struggled to stand, they came up behind him and whilst Luke yanked off his shoe and pants, Matt ripped off his silk boxers.

Ben sprung to his feet, his hands covering his cock and balls, his butt still to the audience, who were beside themselves. Laughter, hollering and cheering were deafening in the auditorium as Grant gave Ben’s ample cheeks a quick slap, before he finally managed to run off of the stage!

Ben could still hear the laughter as he ran naked across the campus to his hut, his cheeks bouncing behind him.

As he slammed the door shut behind him, he looked in the mirror at his red face and his naked body. The feel of Grant’s hand on his huge butt and the sight of his ass on the big screen with all those dads laughing and jeering at him was too much to bear.

Yet, as much as he hated the humiliation, the thought of the whole situation had his cock rock hard and throbbing and his hands were quickly stroking his length to a much needed orgasm.

Whilst Ben jerked off in his cabin, the laughter in the auditorium reached a new high as Matt switched on the live feed and everyone watched Ben give them yet another show.

As Ben ejaculated all over himself, the cheers from the auditorium could be heard all around the camp, which was when Ben noticed the red blinking light above the mirror. He covered himself as best he could and yanked the small device from the wall.

‘Why can’t I catch a fucking break,’ he yelled. ‘Thank god I don’t have to see anyone here ever again!’

Ben managed to avoid leaving his cabin until all the boys had left, but when he did, Jason and his dad couldn’t stop laughing at him.

‘You are such a douche!’ Jason said with a chuckle. ‘One of the guys left this for you.’

Ben took the note and headed back to his cabin, desperate to get home and away from the memories of his humiliating few weeks.

But, when he read the note, his heart plummeted …

Camp Leader Ben,

Great news! We got into the same college as you! See you in a few weeks!

Matt, Grant and Luke

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