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GYOB Stepdad Style - Submission (a new Clay and Karl story!)

It's been a while since I've shared a full story on my Tumblr, but I wanted you guys to see the first part of a new Clay and Karl story that launched on my Patreon last year.

In this new instalment, Karl has a flashback to Clay's most humiliating prank of all time!

Read on for part one and details at the end if you want to read more!

Clay

It had been a couple of days since the Halloween party, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. I wasn’t sure if I was more stunned by Lewis’ completely out of character behaviour or the ridiculously intense orgasm that I couldn’t stop trying to recreate. 

In the last two days, I’d put the leather pants on multiple times and jerked off inside them. They were painted with my cum. But it didn’t matter how many times I jerked off; I couldn’t get close to the intensity of that orgasm in front of everyone. 

The feeling of the leather ripping, the sweltering heat and sweat, the laughter, and my throbbing cock exploding handsfree inside my skin-tight pants. 

I wanted that high again more than most crack addicts! 

I’d been stunned to see the text from Lewis when I’d gotten home. 

I’m sure you have questions after tonight. I do too. We should probably grab a drink. I hope you make it home without putting another load in those leathers. See you soon. L

Sure, Lewis had never been massively into girls, but he’d never shown any interest in guys either. I knew Karl was bi and we’d always been really accepting about whoever he wanted to date or fool around with, so I couldn’t believe that Lewis wouldn’t have felt comfortable enough to tell us if he was gay. 

But sexuality aside, it was the way he’d touched me that confused me most of all. It had been dominant, and controlling, and as much as I hated to admit it, it had contributed to that orgasm. 

I had no idea how I even started to understand that sort of mind fuck! 

I’d responded to Lewis the following morning and said that we needed to have that drink as soon as possible, but so far, he’d ignored me. 

Karl

Something weird was going on, and I couldn’t understand it in the slightest. 

The Halloween party had been wild! 

Clay pulling the prank on me had been humiliating, but it had worked out well for me in the end, and I had a date scheduled that Friday to prove it. 

But Clay’s humiliation was something else entirely.

Sure, I’d loved getting my own back on Clay at the golf course, and at the beach, but this felt different. It hadn’t been my plan, or even a joint plan with Lewis and Jared. 

This was all Lewis, right down to the smallest calculated detail, and boy was there a lot of detail. 

The day after the Halloween party, Lewis had been nowhere to be seen, which gave me the chance to have a chat with Jared. He didn’t seem anywhere near as surprised by the whole thing as I was, but he agreed that Lewis was acting weird, and that we should probably have a chat with him. 

On Monday evening, we’d ordered pizzas and got some beers, and the three of us were sat around chatting perfectly normally. Part of me wanted to forget the Halloween party, and pretend everything was cool, but I needed to understand what the hell was going on with Lewis. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t me that brought it up. 

“So, what happened with you on Halloween?” Jared asked as he grabbed another slice of pizza. 

I looked expectantly at Lewis, who just shrugged. “I guess I got a bit carried away. I really wanted us to prank Clay again, and I took it too far.” 

I laughed. “Yeah, just a bit! Are you gonna apologise to him?” 

Lewis had a momentary look of smug satisfaction, but it was quickly replaced by a sad look. “Yeah, of course. I’ll pop round and see him tomorrow. Maybe I can see if he’s free for lunch.” 

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks Lewis. I’d appreciate that.” 

“No worries, and I’m sorry I took things too far. I guess I got too caught up in the whole prank war.” 

Jared nodded. “Well, it’s done now. But maybe we should agree to let it go with Clay now?” 

“I agree,” I said after a swig of beer. “Clay seems to react badly to this prank stuff, and I really don’t wanna ruin my relationship with him.” 

Lewis was quiet, but slowly nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’ll visit him tomorrow and we can leave it alone. We don’t want to go too far like he did with you at college.” 

Lewis turned to look at me and I frowned. 

‘Don’t you remember?” he asked. “In our senior year when we were home for spring break.”

Jared punched Lewis in the arm. “Shut up, dude!” 

I knew exactly what prank Lewis was referring to, and he knew full well that we’d agreed never to discuss it again . . .

 Rather than going to Daytona or some wild party event for Spring Break, Jared, Lewis, and I had decided to do a week of family trips before all getting together with our dads. Or in my case, stepdad!

My family trip had been a little frustrating to say the least. I’d gone away with my mom and my aunt, and thanks to a hotel screwup, the three of us had had to share a room. 

I was twenty years old and always horny, and I’d had an entire week of not being able to jerk off. To make matters worse, my girlfriend at the time had gone out of her way to send me the horniest messages and photos on a daily basis. 

By the time I got back from the trip, I was desperate to jerk off, but Lewis, Jared and their dads, and a few of Clay’s buddies, were already at my house with Clay. My mom and aunt had dropped me off before heading off to visit my grandparents. 

As great as it was to see Clay and the guys, I was so desperate for some alone time that I contemplated faking being sick. 

“You okay, kiddo?” Clay said after giving me a massive bear hug. 

“Just tired after the trip. I think I’m gonna go change.” 

“Excellent idea,” Clay said with a smile. “You go change and get your game face on, and I’ll sort this lot out.” 

With a sigh of relief, I waved at Jared and Lewis before bounding up the stairs and racing to my bedroom, locking the door behind me. 

Meanwhile, downstairs, Clay had quickly gathered Lewis, Jared, their dads, and his buddies in the den, in front of his fancy new 70-inch TV. From what I’d been told afterwards by Jared and Lewis, he’d been practically giddy as he’d turned on the TV and held up his phone. 

“Okay, so it wouldn’t be a proper welcome home for Karl without a little prank, and you guys are gonna love this. He’s gone up to change, and he’s going to open his closet and find that all of his clothes have been replaced with princess dresses. This is going to be hysterical.” 

“How is that funny? We won’t even see his reaction,’ Lewis said with a frown. 

Clay tapped away at his phone and then the TV screen lit up with the webcam feed from the computer in my room. “I rigged Karl’s webcam so we can see his reaction live. You guys are in for the best laugh. He will be so pissed.” 

Clay had been chuckling as he shared his silly prank, but he had no idea how much it would backfire. 

As they all watched me lock my bedroom door behind me, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the floor. 

There was only one thing on my mind and that was jerking off. Just removing my shirt and feeling it brush over my nipples had my cock at half mast, and I planned on wasting no time in getting myself off. 

Without a second thought, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and flicked through to the various photos and videos that my girlfriend had sent me over the last week. My cock throbbed to a full erection inside my bikini briefs, and not wanting to wait any longer, I unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop to my ankles. 

Downstairs, Clay, and the guys all gasped at the sight of my throbbing cock tenting my skimpy bikini brief. Apparently, Clay had immediately tried to disconnect his phone from the TV, but the connection was stuck, and he couldn’t do anything on his phone at all. 

Blissfully unaware of the show I was about to give, I yanked my briefs down, my cock coming free and slapping against my stomach with a meaty thwack. 

“Ah fuck,” I moaned as I wrapped my hand around my dick and started to pump it as fast as I could. 

I didn’t care about taking my time or enjoying a good wank, I just wanted to cum. My balls felt huge and almost sore from a whole week of abstinence, and I needed release. 

Clay tried to reset his phone as the rest of the guys cheered and laughed at me on the big screen as I stroked my big dick at sonic speed. 

As I flipped through the photos and videos from my girlfriend, I could feel my balls starting to tighten. I tossed my phone on to the bed and tugged on my balls with one hand, whilst I stroked my cock with the other. 

“Fuck yeah, I’m so close, come on,” I hissed through clench teeth. 

My hand was a blur on my cock as I got closer and closer to orgasm. It felt so fucking amazing that I didn’t want it to end, but I was so desperate for release. 

Clay had switched to trying to turn off the TV, but he couldn’t find the remote. I wasn’t sure I believed that, but when he realised how close I was, he ran for the stairs to stop me. 

I heard him yell my name, but I was too far gone, and I cried out as the first rope of cum flew out of my cock and splattered on the carpet. 

I heard cheering downstairs as I shot my load all over my stomach and the floor. My breath was ragged as I milked out every last drop, my knees shaking and a sheen of sweat on my forehead. 

Clay banged on my door and told me to get dressed and come out, but I was in the best post orgasm haze of my life, so I took my time using my t-shirt and jeans to wipe the cum off of my body. 

By the time I went to put clean clothes on and discovered the princess dresses, I felt a sudden knot in my stomach. 

I knew Clay. There was no way he’d plan a prank like that without being able to see my reaction. I pulled on my bikini briefs and threw open my bedroom door. 

Clay was stood there looking utterly mortified. “Karl, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d . . .” 

“Didn’t think I’d what?” 

The guys downstairs were still laughing and cheering, and I pushed past Clay, grabbed my robe from the bathroom and tugged it on as I headed downstairs. 

As I walked into the den, all of the guys raised their beer cans and cheered, but all I could see was the screen, and the view of my bedroom, Clay standing in the door looking dejected. 

My cheeks heated as I realised that they’d all just watched me jerk off in my bedroom. My stepdad, my best mates, their dads, and a group of my stepdad’s buddies had all just watched me shoot my load. 

Fuck!

I’d refused to come out of my room for the rest of the night, and it had been days before I’d forgiven Clay enough to even speak to him. 

We all agreed that we’d never discuss the incident again, and Clay had been banned from ever trying to prank me with a webcam. 

My cheeks heated as I remembered the incident that no one had spoken about since. That was until Lewis had brought it up now. What was with him? 

Clay

As I was getting ready for work on Tuesday morning, I finally got a response from Lewis: 

I’ll come and meet you for lunch today. You’re right, we probably need to talk, and I definitely need to apologise. Does 1pm work?

Part 2 is available now, with Part 3 out this month, on my Patreon which can be found here:

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I'm very excited to share the colouring page that the incredible Paul Richmond @cheesecakeboys has created to accompany a story I wrote last year.

You can download the colouring page and read the story on Paul's new Discord server, or both are available on my Patreon.

Hey y’all! Brand new freebie coloring pic for you today based on a wonderful Cheesecake Boy short story by @suitedwestend. Read the story and download the coloring pic on our new Cheesecake Boys Discord server or at cheesecakeboys.com. Now go COLOR YOUR PANTS OFF!

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Ski Bum

As an Aspen local, Chester loathed the hours he spent giving ski lessons to the progeny of America's rich and famous. These spoiled brats were airdropped in on private jets by the dozen from New York or LA and wrought havoc on the slopes each winter. But helping them perfect their form earned him a pretty penny and free season lift pass so it was worth it.

Chester saw rather quickly that no matter how much these rich kids claimed they wanted to improve they weren't used to taking constructive criticism. Chester learned that lesson in a humiliating fashion when Walter, the 20 year old son of an oil magnate, joined him for a private lesson.

Despite a decade and half of winters spent skiing, Walter never managed to conquer anything but the bunny slopes. He was more keen to spend his time reading by the fire in the lodge or ogling the snow boarders in the sauna.

To Chester it was no wonder why Walter's skiing prowess plateaued before he even finished elementary school, Walter was convinced he knew everything.

"Your stance is all wrong dude, there's no way this is how you learned to ski!" Chester said a bit amused.

"It most certainly is not, and you'll call me Walter or Sir, not dude, I'm not one of your townie friends."

Prick, Chester thought, plastering a smile on his face.

Walter, not remotely remorseful, began absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

"Is there somewhere you'd rather be? Cause if you don't want to do this lesson there's no point in either of us freezing our asses off."

"You seriously ought to rethink your language if you wish to continue working at a resort with high-end clientele. And if you must know all of my friends from University are in St. Barth's. But of course daddy forced us to go to this dreadful mountain hideaway."

"Well if you're such a competent skier and you don't need the lesson you'll have no problem getting your phone back from me.”

With that, Chester lunged for Walter's phone and stuffed in his pocket. In a flash he was off down the slopes. Shakily Walter gave chase.

"Get back here this instant!" Walter yelled.

"You'll have to catch me,” Chester taunted in a singsong voice as he whipped around to face his pursuer before turning around and speeding off.

Propelled by rage rather than any athletic prowess, Walter sped after Chester in a haphazard manner. As he neared the instructor, far faster than Chester could have predicted, Chester began to bob and weave as to avoid Walter's grasp. This only made Walter's attacks more erratic.

In one fell swoop, Walter reached to grab his phone from Chester's back pocket. The sped with which he was hurling down the mountain put an undue amount of force behind his grasp. While Walter was able to secure his phone, he sent Chester flying out of his skis and his pants and long johns tumbling down.

With a thud Chester fell face down ass up in a heap of snow, his pale cheeks looking almost sun-kissed compared to the alabaster snow. Walter gasped and then let out a hearty laugh. Chester shot up and spat snow out of his mouth.

"It's not funny!" Chester pleaded, over his shoulder.

"Oh it certainly is, and this serves you right for taking what's mine!"

Chester struggled to right himself and his he slipped on the packed snow. Bent over with his bare ass facing Walter he tried to pull up his pants when he heard the clicking of sound effect of a phone camera.

"Did you just take a picture of my ass?"

"Language, Chester! And my friends just sent a beautiful picture of the moon over the ocean, figured I'd respond with my own picture of the moon over the mountain. Anywho, thanks for this lesson... it was so very revealing. Ta Ta!"

With that, no less shaky than before, Walter traveled down the mountain alone. Leaving Chester to get laughed by a group of snow boarders before he came to his senses and pulled up his pants.

...

Back at the lodge, Chester was certain that everyone was staring at him as he headed to the locker room. It was clear that word of his embarrassing mishap, and maybe even the picture, traveled fast down the mountain.

In the locker room, guys were in all different states of undress, but the way they all laughed and whispered to one another when Chester walked past made him feel the most naked.

As he sat at a bench in front of his locker and removed his boots, Walter rounded the corner in a white terrycloth robe. He was at a locker just two doors down from Chester. He gave Chester a wicked smile and opened up his locker.

Chester noticed his expensive skin tight ski suits hung up neatly in the locker. Walter made quick work of shucking his robe and donning a crisp white pair of briefs, chinos and a knit sweater. He didn't bother to lock his locker before he once again flashed Chester that devilish grin and exited the locker room.

Still seething from his earlier embarrassment, access to Walter's locker was something Chester couldn't pass up. Working quickly, Chester grabbed a multi-tool from his work bag and deftly weakened the rear seam on all of Walter's ski suits. With any luck Walter would be splitting his pants right down the ass the next time he hit the slopes.

...

The next morning as Chester was getting a few runs in with his coworkers he noticed Walter and a friend walking toward the ski lifts in matching skin tight jumpsuits.

"Isn't that the asshole that pantsed you yesterday?" Chester's buddy Rich asked while laughing.

"Yes, and with any luck he'll be flashing his asshole anytime now."

Chester filled in his friends on the plan and they were more than happy to let Walter and his friend grab the next lift in hopes of witnessing Chester's plan in action.

As the arrogant douchebag leaned back to sit on the lift, Walter's suit burst open flashing his ass and his black thong. Of course his suit was too tight for his briefs and he wouldn’t be caught doing anything as uncouth as freeballing. His own pompous rules compounded his embarrassment.

Within an instant, his friend was laughing, the lift operator was laughing, and Chester and his friends were in hysterics.

Walter shrieked as the lift scooped him up parading his ripped suit over the mountain top like a Thanksgiving balloon.

"No don't look at me!" Walter plead which only drew more eyes to his unfortuante wardrobe malfunction.

"Hey Walter, you were right! The moon over the mountains is gorgeous." Chester yelled.

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One of the many benefits that my higher tiers get on Patreon is access to a weekly photo story. Each week, I post a photo with a short story to go with it.

This week, we had a sexy kilted guy battling a breeze!

If you want to see the post, along with the many others, click the link above and join my Patreon today!

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One of my fave writers has just posted something new! Give him some love and check out his stories on Kindle 😁

Exposed at the Gym

After my embarrassing debacle at the airport, I was both terrified and exhilarated to tell my online group about my day. The dare to wear revealing shorts at the airport, commando of course, had led to a TSA agent grabbing my cock through thin nylon, a young guy potentially taking photos of my junk from up my shorts, and who knows how many people seeing my painfully-tented erection when I had accidently fallen asleep on the plane.

I had expected it to be an embarrassing and uncomfortable day but I certainly had not expected it to get that extreme. For many people that should have been a lesson learned; to not accept those sorts of crazy dares from an online group of men you’d never meet. For many people, that level of humiliation I had felt would be the wake up call. But I was Icarus, it seemed.

The cab ride to my hotel could have been eventful as I sat there in his back seat with the same tented boner the whole way, but the man had no real opportunity or need to look back at my lap. I should have ordered a group ride, I thought stupidly to myself. Who knows what may have happened had I shared the backseat with a random passenger.

Keep reading

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My final October themed story has just been posted, and to celebrate Halloween, this one is all about a sexy scarecrow getting stripped in a bar! Click the link to read it now!

And if you fancy a teaser, read on:

Halloween was supposed to be about costumes, candy, and scary stuff. I had no issue with that. I loved Halloween. It was always a fun day.

But this year, I was struggling to cope!

One of the guys at work had decided to dress in a creepy as hell scarecrow costume and I was literally terrified. Scarecrows had always creeped me out and this guy was taking it to the extreme. He was constantly jumping out at people in the office all day and when we’d gone for drinks after work, he’d somehow managed to jump out from an alley and made me scream like a little girl.

It felt like everywhere I went, he was there waiting for me, ready to jump out in that scary as fuck mask.

By 9pm, there were only six of us left from the office, the drinks were in full flow, and the scarecrow seemed to have mercifully disappeared.

I’d just downed another beer when I realised, I couldn’t hold off visiting the restroom for another second.

“Just going to the restroom,” I yelled to one of my colleagues as I put down my beer bottle and pushed my way through the crowd to the corridor that led to the bathrooms.

I pushed open the door to the men’s room, and then it happened.

Turning towards the urinals, he jumped right at me. That terrifying scarecrow mask, his burlap gloved hands going for my throat. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I jumped back and smashed my elbow into the wall.

I clenched my legs tightly to stop myself peeing there and then!

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled at him. “Get the fuck out!”

He laughed behind the mask as he pushed past me and headed back into the bar.

My breathing was ragged, and my bladder felt like it was ready to burst. Shaking, I staggered over to a urinal and relieved myself.

Part of me was still scared out of my wits, but the alcohol was fuelling something else! I was pissed! Who the fuck did that guy think he was? I’d made it quite clear on multiple occasions that day that I didn’t like him jumping out at me, but he’d continually done it despite my protests. What a dick! He needed to be taught a lesson.

In fact, that sounded like a great idea!

He’d be far less terrifying once he’d had that mask stripped away.

Or maybe, he needed to lose his entire costume.

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To celebrate all things October, from Halloween to Kinktober, I'm giving all of my patrons on Patreon an extra story a week. Each story is focused around an October theme, from costume mishaps to kinky fetishes.

There's also an opportunity for patrons to share their favourite hunks in costumes photos and I'll write some one-off photo stories!

If you want to get involved, sign-up using the link above, and if you want to know what sort of content I'll be sharing, you can find a teaser for last week's story below:

Matty Whitton wasn’t sure he could be bothered to get out of bed all weekend, let alone go to the Halloween party with some of his old college buddies. Ever since he’d left college and started working, Matty had spent those two years enjoying just three things: sleep, gaming, and food! He knew he needed to make more of an effort with his buddies, but work drained him, and he was much happier just slobbing around his house on the weekend.

However, he’d promised the guys that he would go to this Halloween party, and it wasn’t like it would take much effort. The party was at a house a few blocks from his, and he had a superhero costume from his senior year in college that he’d wear.

Grudgingly, Matty rolled himself off of the sofa and headed upstairs to shower and change. He knew he was running a little late, but that wouldn’t be an issue at a house party.

After his shower, Matty dried off before checking himself out in the mirror. He guessed he should probably think about heading back to the gym. In fact, he couldn’t really remember the last time he’d gone. He was still handsome, even if his face was a little fuller than it had been. He had a trimmed brown beard and short brown hair. His shoulders and arms still held a little muscle, but they were definitely thicker than they once had been, as was his beefy chest and his stomach. He had thick, furry thighs and a meaty bubble butt that was dusted with hair.

Matty rifled in his closet until he found the dusty box of college stuff that he’d never even bothered to unpack before. He pulled it out and rifled through it until he found the Spiderman costume. It was a onesie made of thick spandex that zipped up the back with a separate head piece.

“Let’s hope this still fits,” Matty chuckled as he gave the material a stretch.

Matty pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and sat down on the bed to put his feet into the suit before slowly rolling it up and over his legs. The suit was certainly tighter than he remembered, but it fit over his thighs and his ass, but it was definitely a struggle to get his arms in stretch it over his stomach and shoulders.

There was one very big problem though.

Where the material was stretched so much, you could easily see his boxer briefs. So much so that they looked silly and completely ruined the suit.

Unfortunately, Matty didn’t have anything skimpier. He only wore boxer briefs, unless . . .

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The incredibly talented @gingergiantsmen just launched his Instagram- give him a follow! I cant wait to see what he creates!

Announcements!

So I've offically started an Instagram! Just posted some new artwork there. Please feel free to give it a follow if you'd like.

also The Pageant is still in production and will be released soon. I'm sorry for the long wait it's just I get a couple of commissions and I recently started a new job. My goal is to have it released this month so stay tuned!

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The final instalment of the College Ben series is now live on my Patreon! Camp Leader Ben heads to a gala with Grant and chaos ensues as it only can with hunky Ben!

Check out a sneak peak below:

Unfortunately for Ben, him and Grant never did manage to get somewhere private. 

After they’d left the tailors, they’d walked outside and bumped into Alex and one of his buddies, who’d insisted on dragging them to lunch. 

Ben had spent most of lunch sat there with his cock throbbing in his too tight briefs, and it hadn’t been helped by Grant giving him flirty suggestive glances and touches at every opportunity. 

By the time they’d escaped lunch, Ben had had to leave for a lecture, and he was starting to think his cock would burst, given his insane level of arousal. 

Grant had given him a quick, sneaky kiss goodbye as soon as Alex and his buddy had disappeared around the corner, but that had done nothing to calm Ben down. 

Ben hadn’t taken in a word that his professor had said during the lecture. All of his attention was on his cock, and Grant, and Grant’s kisses, and Grant’s hands on his ass, and Grant’s fist wrapped around his cock.

By the time Ben had got back to his dorm room, his briefs were soaked, and it had taken him only a matter of seconds to jerk off and shoot his load all over himself. He was surprised he’d even needed to jerk off.

Feeling sated, Ben had hit the showers, but in his post orgasm haze, his thoughts switched to a different element of Grant. Did he really like Ben? How could he? Ben was good looking sure, but he was clumsy, and chunky, and furry. Ben had never imagined that that would attract some hot twunk like Grant. But maybe that’s because the whole thing was just another prank? Yes, it would be an elaborate one, but it wouldn’t be the first time Grant had tricked him. 

Deciding to try and maintain his sanity, Ben decided to try and stay away from Grant until the gala. He needed to keep his head clear and ensure that he wasn’t getting tricked into some exposing scenario again. As much as that idea did make Ben’s dick twitch, he didn’t want to risk being naked and hard in front of random strangers again. 

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My Patreon is nearly 6 months old and with new membership tiers and over 50 sizzling stories, what are you waiting for?

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It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

And to celebrate, I'm sharing a teaser for my brand new multipart story, which is available on Patreon now.

A massive thank you to my awesome followers for your many messages, comments and support - you're the best!

Caleb gave me a massive bear hug as soon he opened the door. “How was the drive?”

“Wet,” I said with a shrug as I followed him into the kitchen.

Most people thought Caleb and I were twins. We were the same height at bang on six feet, both broad, both with blue eyes and both with dark hair. The only difference was that whilst I was a little on the chunky side, Caleb had the body of an Adonis, and he didn’t let me forget it.

“Hey baby,” Mom said as she pulled me into a hug.

I stepped back and appraised her and was unsurprised to see her looking so glam. Despite being nearly fifty, she still had the same curvy figure she’d had in her twenties. Her face had barely any lines and even though her dark hair was now dyed once a month, she looked stunning.

“You look like you’ve lost some weight. Have you been eating enough between classes?”

Caleb scoffed. “It’ll do Aaron some good to catch up to me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Caleb, you have the body of a god and we’re all incredibly jealous. Let’s leave it there shall we.”

Caleb laughed and Mom shook her head.

“I’m making lasagne for dinner.”

I pumped my fist into the air. Mom’s lasagne was my favourite, and it would certainly make the evening slightly more bearable.

“So, where’s the new guy?” I asked, sounding a bit snottier about it than I intended.

“Excuse me, he’s not the new guy. He’s my husband!”

“Yes, I am,” said a rich, velvety voice behind me.

I spun around and felt my jaw drop!

Mr Rich City Guy was hands down the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life! He was around my height, brown eyes that were like pools of chocolate, a chiselled jaw that was covered by a perfectly trimmed salt and pepper beard. His hair was dark, styled and greying at the temples. His shoulders were broad and he had a trim waist, and his tight navy suit showed off how thick and muscled his thighs were.

This man was my ultimate wet dream . . . and he was my new stepdad. Fuck!

“Great to meet you at last, Aaron,” he said, stepping forward and smiling with his hand extended.

I tried to ignore the smell of his musky cologne that made my dick twitch, and the strength in his grip as he shook my hand.

“Oh, come on, you’re family now, Pete,” Mom said with a laugh. “Give him a hug.”

Pete laughed with her and put his arms around me. I could feel the muscles in his biceps as he squeezed me tightly and embarrassingly, I felt my dick start to chub up. What the fuck was I doing?

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I’m not sure whether to be flattered or mortified 🙈 but check out this new story from @enm-enthusiast - it’s hot and I’m excited for chapter 2 😝

Office Party Prank

I dedicate this story to @suitedwestend! He has been an amazing and supportive fellow ENM writer, so I thought it was only fair to write this little story, in his honor ;) 

Marcus was the office golden boy, he had only been on the job for six months and already he had gotten a promotion and a raise in the office, making him the envy of many who had been there for far longer. Standing at 6 '0, light brown eyes and with short light brown hair, Marcus wasn’t a heavily built man but was very fit as well, his suits that he constantly wore to work clung to his sexy body especially his famous bubble butt.

One co-worker in particular who had a bone to pick with Marcus was a bitter rival, a tall, ginger man named Eric who resented him because Eric had been in the running for the promotion just before Marcus arrived. Despite that the company was doing much better with him around, and everyone in the office adored him, Eric saw him as a stuck-up snob who needed to be taken down a peg or two.

Eric would get his chance when the annual office Christmas party was coming up, where everyone was buzzing about what they wanted to wear. Eric overheard Marcus talking to a group of their coworkers that he was planning to wear a special suit he had in his office that was decorated with candy canes and christmas tree embroidery. A devilish idea popped into Eric’s head then to get his revenge on Marcus.

Marcus himself was a very confident but well-mannered man, but on the inside was very self-conscious about himself due to still being new. He also chose to constantly wear suits to work because of his dissatisfaction with his natural appearance. Unbeknownst to him, however, men and women in the office alike constantly eyed him, especially his backside whenever he walked past them. His secret nickname amongst those who found him hot was “Sexy Suit Marcus” and would gossip about how much his tight pants clung to his bubble butt.

Despite this, Marcus had no wish to present himself as anything other than the prim, well-groomed man he was at work, god forbid he wear casual clothes amongst them or show any skin besides his face and hands. Unfortunately for him, however, his deepest fears were about to come true as Eric took the night shift a few nights before the Christmas party…and with no one but him around he snuck into Marcus’ office, which was luckily unlocked for him.

Eric, despite his resentment, admired how clean and organized the office was, which made it easy for him to find a small closet off to the side, in which he found the suit Marcus was planning to wear hanging inside, along with a few spare suit outfits. 

Smiling devilishly to himself, Eric said “haha, time to show off the goods, Marcus” he said as he brought out a needle, thread, and scissors, and with a last, vicious chuckle, he got to work…

A few days later…

It was time for the office Christmas Party, Marcus had just walked into his office and was changing into his chosen attire when he felt something was off, and said “hmmm, this thing feels…different than it did the first time I wore it” he said out loud to himself. He finished pulling on his pants which were peppered with candy canes along the legs, and his suit overcoat had two big Christmas trees on the front. He had also chosen to go commando tonight, as he was out of any clean pairs of undies, but decided that for tonight it shouldn’t be a problem. 

When he had finished fully dressing himself, Marcus left his office towards the main area past the cubicles, as he got closer he heard co workers voices as they chatted and soft christmas music in the background. He arrived with a smile on his face, and everyone turned to greet him with a smile in return, some even said:

“Hey man! Nice suit”

“Right? I think it fits him perfectly, outlines all the right curves too…”

“Don’t mind her Marcus, she’s just had a little too much to drink”

Despite their reassurances, her comment made Marcus blush a little in his cheeks, and he scratched his head in embarrassment. 

Meanwhile, Eric was off to the side, drinking soda out of his cup and eyeing Marcus suspiciously and ignoring most people’s attempts to talk to him, instead he responded with “hmmm” or simple grunts of understanding. He was waiting for his efforts to come to fruition which made his heart pound with excitement as he knew it could happen at any moment now.

Marcus continued to mingle with his co workers, and inhibitions were being gradually lowered as several of his peers drank and more open attempts to flirt with him were being heard all around. One such one was where a lanky, 5’11 dark-haired lad was talking with him, and said: 

“You know, at parties back home we had this little thing where the hottest guy in the room had to lose his pants, care to lose yours?” he said, locking his eyes with Marcus whose face was turning completely red and was chuckling nervously as he didn’t respond.

“Relax, I’m just teasing, after all it’s a party, now go have fun” he said, playfully pushing Marcus towards the crowd. His blush didn’t go unnoticed by others but it gradually died down, what did not, however was that his cock was starting to rise in his jeans from the constant flirting.

Indeed, many pairs of inebriated eyes gazed at him, some he noticed, others he didn’t.

Eric was practically giggling with delight, it was all coming together, and sure enough the first part of his plan was about to come to realization as suddenly the office began feeling very, very warm.

“Did someone forget to clean out the filter again?” one of them complained. The office air conditioner would stop working if too much dust built up, so it had to be cleaned at least once a week to keep it cool inside. Soon, everyone began to shed the top layers of their clothing, some guys even took off their shirts. Notions of modesty escaped everyone as the temperature continued to rise.

What everyone didn’t know was that Eric had also snuck into the where the air filters were and had rigged them to shut off around this time, his smile was hidden beneath his cup and he eyed the entire office before gluing them back to Marcus, who refused to take off his suit jacket.

Marcus, despite saying he was fine was visibly sweating and was dying to lighten off the top layers of his clothing but his self-consciousness got the better of him…until his coworkers decided to lend him a hand.

“Marcus, you’re obviously sweating like a pig under that, just take off the suit jacket it’s not a big deal” the dark-haired lad from before, James, said who was now shirtless himself, his hairless pale torso in plain view for everyone to see.

“I don’t know…it’s just…ugh you wouldn’t understand” Marcus said, his face beet red.

James set down his cup and grabbed Marcus by the tie and said “doesn’t matter if I understand or not, I do understand that your sexy ass needs to cool off…so how about I just-” he paused and lifted his hands up towards Marcus’ shoulders and started to pull down his suit jack which revealed his white dress shirt underneath.

Marcus wanted to protest, but he was frozen in shock as James gently removed his jacket and draped it over the side of the chair next to him, immediately feeling a cool breeze around his torso and breathed a sigh of relief.

“See? Feels better doesn’t it” James said. 

“Yeah…I have to admit, it does” Marcus said, scratching his head again nervously as the red in his face faded away.

Marcus started to feel strange as he continued to chat with James, he felt weird sensations around the edges of his shirt and the seat of his pants as the temperature continued to rise in the office, and now some people had taken off their pants as a result.

Eric meanwhile had finally set down his cup, the time had come, he put on a show of stumbling as if he was heavily drunk towards Marcus’ direction, and he eyed the drink in his hands as his target. 

Sure enough, Marcus didn’t expect Eric to suddenly bump right into him so hard he lost his grip on his cup which fell to the floor, his drink spilling across the tile. 

“Oh mannn….I’m so sowry Marcus” Eric said, purposely slurring his speech. 

Marcus just smiled nervously and said “oh it’s nothing dude, don’t worry about it” he said and he gathered up some napkins and Eric watched, his heart thundering in his chest as he came back and proceeded to bend over…

As he lowered himself and his knees bent, Marcus felt that strange sensation again, and he heard and felt what sounded like threads snapping around the seat of his pants. He felt the fabric clinging to his backside tighten and clench against his ass cheeks, tightening and tightening until…

RIIIIIPPPPPP

Gasps of shock echoed around the entire office as Marcus’ pants ripped at the seams of his backside and sure enough, both of his cheeks were on full display. Not only that, but when his pants ripped open so violently the force of it made his cheeks bounce and jiggle in front of everyone.

the rip was large enough for his entire ass to be on display, each were a perfect round with enough thickness to each cheek that they jiggled with each step they took when freed from the confines of his pants. Marcus gasped in shock and cried out in embarrassment and tried to stand up but he managed to slip on the wet floor and fell on his back, his bare cheeks pressing against the floor.

Eric was simply delighted at seeing Marcus so humiliated, but he wasn’t done with him yet…no, it was time for step 3 as he motioned to James to help grab onto Marcus’ arms and help him up. They each grabbed on the cuff of Marcus’ white dress shirt, and when they *pulled* Marcus felt that sensation once more and tried to shout for them to step but too late as the fabric seams gave way and…

RIIPPPPPP

They each tore off an arm from Marcus’ shirt, leaving just his white undershirt and his torn open from the back pants. 

Marcus was panicking now, something was seriously wrong with his suit! He had to act fast or else he was going to lose more clothes but while he was thinking Eric said to James:

“Let’s try lifting him up by his chest, must have been a cheap shirt, let’s lift him up on 3…” he said, and James nodded, confused and concerned for his friend.

Eric started counting down, “1” he said and Marcus tried to protest but James retorted they were just trying to help him as both he and James bent down and grabbed him by his chest, each having handfuls of his shirt in their hands.

“2” he said, looking James directly in the eyes and they each tightened their grip.

Marcus’ eyes widened and he tried to say “uh…guys, I don’t think this is-” 

“3” Eric said and they lifted Marcus up and successfully managed to stand him back up, however, the seams of his undershirt came apart slowly as they lifted him. This kept Marcus’s shirt on as they lifted him up but as his feet touched the ground and they attempted to pull, Marcus’ shirt came undone and another loud rip sounded as both Eric and James came away with large strips of his shirt in their hands, leaving him bare-chested.

Marcus's nipples were flat due to the heat, but his chest glistened with sweat from the high temperature which made him stick out all the more. He had some but minimal chest hair that started around his pecs and ended with a treasure trails of tiny hairs that traveled down towards his crotch.

Marcus’s face was completely red now, and as he looked down at himself he panicked and thought to himself that his coworkers were “accidentally” stripping him! All he had left were his pants which he just realized were still torn open and he moved to cover his backside.

He looked around as everyone in the room was staring at them, some even had their phones out! It was all too much, he needed to get away before something worse happened.

Eric meanwhile struggled to contain his laughter, and he noticed that Marcus was about to attempt to flee, and he knew that now was the time to enact his ultimate revenge, and in his head he thought to himself “time to get naked” and smirked slightly.

Marcus said “I’m ummm…going to get changed…be right back!” he said, turning his red face away and turning around to flee, but before he could get far…

“Wait, you forgot your jacket” Eric said and lunged to stop Marcus from running and luckily for him he managed to grab the back of Marcus’ pants from the top and he *pulled* as if to stop him but in reality he knew that the fabric seams he sabotaged last night and glued back together were coming undone, all it needed to rip away…was a little pull. Sure enough, as Eric pulled Marcus yelled “Nooooo!” as he felt the sensations around the sides of his pants return and felt the fabric completely snap and then….

RIIIIPPPPPPPPP

Eric had lunged in a way that saw him pulling his pants downwards and as the pants themselves ripped away completely, so did they as they fell to the floor. Marcus’ last shred of dignity was stripped away, leaving him butt naked in front of everyone.

He turned around to face Eric, and he made the mistake of not covering up his crotch, where his cock was already rising, it's length curving towards its full 7 inches, and so everyone had not only seen his bubble butt, they had seen his cock and balls! Marcus’ humiliation was total and complete as some took out their phones to record his shame.

Marcus covered himself but it was little use as everyone had already seen, and his cock refused to go down, his shame was plain on his face as he stood there naked and utterly humiliated.

Eric stood back up, strips of Marcus’ pants in his hands and smiled as he gazed at Marcus’ bare, naked body and thought to himself “hahaha, how’s it feel to be exposed fully naked? And wtf, you're getting hard? Not just a loser, are you? you're a pervert” he thought.

James stared in shock and unlike most others, he decided to step in between Marcus and the others and said “guys, what the hell? Stop recording, it’s not funny, we all saw it now move on” he said. As soon as he said it, everyone began to put away their phones, shame on their own faces and they all looked away guiltily except for Eric who continued to savor his triumph.

James turned to Marcus, grabbed him by the shoulders and said, “hey, come one, let’s get you some clothes” he said and led Marcus away towards his office, his cheeks jiggling and bouncing as he went.

As Marcus composed and recovered himself, he turned to James and said “t-thanks man” he said.

James smiled at him reassuringly and said “don’t mention it, besides, I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to repay me one day” he said, giving him a wink. Despite that his face turned redder, a shudder of excitement ran down Marcus’ entire body, including his cock which throbbed beneath his hands.

He had no idea that his repayment would be something he not only would give soon, but that he’d enjoy it more than James would.

End of Part 1.

Hope you all enjoyed this, especially my good friend who this story is dedicated to! I’ll post part 2 shortly, along with the next chapter of The Exhibitionists Club, until then…enjoy!

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Here's a teaser for a story I shared on my Patreon a couple of months ago. Out of Sight follows Dean as he takes revenge on the office stud, Russell, when he's delivering a presentation to the senior team. Any fans of office play and suited fun will love this one:

Russell Klein had spent most of his life knowing how good he looked. In high school, everyone worshipped him; in college, everyone wanted to sleep with him; in his twenties and thirties, everyone wanted to pin him down into a relationship, and those who didn’t were happy to settle for his cock.

Russell was smugly confident in how damn good he looked. At 6’3, he had broad shoulders, impressive furry pecs, a flat furry stomach, thick muscular thighs, and a tight bubble butt that looked almost obscene in his tailored suit pants. His crowning glory was his thick, uncut cock and the bulge in his suit pants got just as much attention in the office as his butt.

The main person whose sole focus was consistently on Russell was Dean Luka. Since his first day at the law firm, Dean had been besotted by Russell’s handsome features, incredible physique and droolworthy bulge.

“Morning Russell,” Dean said with his biggest grin as he passed his favourite god in the hallway.

Russell smiled, as he always did, but said nothing and kept walking.

“Today’s the day,” Dean said under his breath as he entered the conference room.

Thanks to his reputation with his clients, Russell had been put forward to be a senior partner at his law firm and in readiness for the new role, he had been asked to present to the other partners on his vision for the firm and what he’d be bringing to the party.

The presentation was to take place in the main conference suit, which housed an enormous walnut table that could seat twenty people.

Dean was an assistant to one of the other senior partners and as soon as the presentation had been scheduled, he started putting a plan into action.

Despite years of obsessing over Russell, Dean had been continually shunned and ignored buy him, despite the well-known fact that Russell fucked anything with a pulse, and the office wasn’t off limits for that. Dean had spent the last few years hearing tales from nearly every other assistant, both male and female, about how Russell had fucked them senseless in the copy room, or over his desk, or on a conference table.

Dean had reached his limit and had decided that the time had come to teach Russell a lesson, whilst getting what he’d always wanted.

At 2:30pm, Dean left his office and headed towards the main conference suite. As he walked down the corridor, he looked up to see none other than the god himself coming towards him.

“Hi Russell,” Dean said with another big smile.

The sight of Russell in a beautifully tailored, tight, grey pinstripe suit was more than Dean could handle, but he managed to keep his voice steady.

Russell smiled, but said nothing, as per usual.

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but immediately changed his mind. What he had planned would be much better than any conversation.

After checking that he was alone in the corridor, Dean stepped inside the conference suite and closed the door behind him.

As Russell was presenting, he’d have to sit at the head of the table, and the rest of the partners would likely sit around the opposite end of the table.

As the beautifully crafted walnut table was so big, it was structured in four sections underneath.

Dean dropped to his knees and crawled underneath the table, hiding in the second section, the one next to where Russell would be sitting at the head of the table. He knew he had half an hour to wait until the conference started, but after so many years, he was more than happy to be patient.

If you enjoyed this then check out the full story on my Patreon using the link above!

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Hey, do you have a discord for your works and stuff? Is there any way I can join? Or do you know of any discords centered around gay mlm humiliation stuff like your works?

Hey, I don't have a Discord for my work, but I do have a Patreon, which you can find here: https://patreon.com/suitedwestend?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

There's also an awesome Discord group called the ENM Think Tank, which you can find here: https://discord.gg/WtbzZegG

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A few of you have messaged asking for a teaser for Coach's Rock Hard Challenge, so your wish is my command! If you want to see the full chapter, just follow the link!

It had been three weeks since Gavin Hughes had ended up naked in the school halls and cumming in front of a class of seniors. The memory of the event still made his dick twitch, but he was constantly in a state of anxiety waiting for someone to mention it.

However, none of the seniors did!

There were no rumours, no discussions, no teasing or laughing, nothing!

Gavin couldn’t believe that they’d all just keep something like that to themselves, but they had and by the third week, he was starting to feel a little more relaxed.

Granted, Kyle Howe was a little more friendly than he’d been before, but Gavin didn’t object too strongly to that. Kyle was a good-looking guy and Gavin would never be able to thank him enough for giving him his gym kit on that fateful day so that he could get home.

After nearly four weeks, Gavin was getting ready for a Thursday afternoon of swim practice with his seniors. Whilst they changed in the locker room, Gavin got changed in his office.

As much as Gavin rarely had to swim, he had to have a swimsuit on just in case any of the boys got into any difficulty in the water.

Gavin yanked open his bag and his brow furrowed in confusion. He could have sworn he packed his usual swim shorts, but he was so tired that morning, he’d packed his team speedo instead. It was a little snug for wearing in front of students, if he was honest, but he was with the seniors and he never had to get into the water for one of their practices.

With a shrug, Gavin kicked off his sneakers and pulled down his track pants to reveal his thick, furry thighs and a pair of skimpy white briefs that rode up on his ample bubble butt. He yanked those down too and pulled on his speedo.

It was definitely on the snug side, the top of his trimmed pubes only just concealed, and his thick butt stretched the material to its limit at the rear.

Gavin pulled on his track pants over the speedo and had to readjust his cock and balls in the tight lycra swimwear.

After putting his sneakers back on, Gavin headed out to the pool where he could already hear some of the seniors splashing about.

“Hey Coach, I got your protein shake ready for you.”

Gavin smiled as he accepted the travel mug. “Thanks, Benji.”

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For any of you who loved the Camp Leader Ben or College Ben stories, I've just posted a brand new story in the College Ben series. Here's a little teaser and you can find the full story following the link!

After a couple of beers and far too much pizza, Ben headed back to his dorm to change for the get together that was being held in one of the other residential buildings. 

Ben was relieved to see that Noah was out when he arrived back and he quickly stripped off his clothes and headed for the shower. As he soaped up his furry body, he wondered if he’d gained more weight since he’d returned to college. His gut felt a little rounder and his ass felt a little fuller in his hands than it had before. 

As was typical behaviour, his cock hardened almost instantly when he started soaping himself up, but he just increased the amount of cold water and tried to ignore it. He was running late already and he never enjoyed jerking it in the shower as much as anywhere else. 

Once he was dried and no longer fully erect, Ben started rifling through his clothes. He pulled out a white t-shirt that he hoped would fit, along with some navy briefs and a pair of denim shorts. 

The t-shirt was exceptionally clingy and really highlighted his gut. Ben turned from side to side in the mirror, but decided he didn’t really have many other options, so it would have to do. He yanked on his briefs next and was almost embarrassed at how much his ample butt almost seemed to suck in the material. By the time he’d adjusted himself in the pouch, the back of the briefs barely covered his cheeks and closely resembled a thong. 

Despite the discomfort of the briefs being so tight, Ben yanked and struggled with the shorts until they were up and over his bubble butt. It took an age to get them buttoned and the button creaked loudly as he breathed out. 

The shorts were like a second skin, but Ben tried not to pay them too much attention as he pushed his feet into his sneakers, grabbed his phone and key and left the room. 

Alex had given Ben directions to another residential building that was traditionally known as “the rich kids dorms’ given the fact that the rooms were all massive suites and the building was set in a small park surrounded by trees. 

Ben felt a little nervous as he entered the building and adjusted his now somewhat sweaty white tee. 

‘Hey buddy,’ Alex yelled with a bottle of beer in hand as he came over to greet Ben. 

‘Where is everyone?’ Ben asked, looking around the spacious atrium. 

‘We’re all upstairs, but I saw you walking in. Let’s go.’

Ben followed Alex up the stairs and felt a little breathless when they reached the first floor. There were only 6 doors off of the long hallway and Alex led Ben through the door at the end into what resembled a large apartment. It made his dorm look like a closet. 

As Ben said hello to the group of guys that were assembled in the living area, he surreptitiously pulled his shorts up. They were so tight that they barely covered his butt and the walk up the stairs and made them sag down slightly. The last thing he wanted was to expose his tiny briefs wedged between his ample ass cheeks. 

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GYOB - Clay Solo Adventure - Teaser

As promised, here’s a teaser of the full 6,000 word Clay solo story that I recently posted on Patreon. 

It had been nearly 3 weeks since the beach trip with Karl, Jared and Lewis and I had been doing my utmost to try and get back to normal life. It had helped that Karl’s mom had been home, instead of away with work all the time and after the first week back, and a very strict conversation with Karl, even my quickfire cock had started to calm down.

By the end of week 2, I was no longer as horny and jerking off all the time, and I realised that I’d just been through some sort of weird phase.

During week 3, Karl’s mom sat me down for dinner and told me that she was going away to Paris for 2 weeks and Karl was going with her. She asked if I wanted to go to, but I didn’t have the vacation time from work, so we agreed that they’d go, and I’d stay at home on my own.

After 3 weeks together, I was quite looking forward to having the house to myself for a couple of weeks and I hadn’t even considered the last time I’d had the place to myself.

But that all changed on the Friday evening before they went away.

I’d been working from home for the day and after an early finish, I headed to the gym to get a good workout in before the weekend. I headed there in my gym gear as I planned to just workout and then head home to shower.

45 minutes into my workout, I picked up a couple of dumbbells and I started some squat sets whilst holding them close to my chest.

The first 2 sets were great, but the 3rd set was when everything changed. I went down for my 4th rep when I heard it.

RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP!!!

That sound was all it took, and I immediately felt my cock try to harden in the tight confines of my jock. I dropped the dumbbells, and my hands flew to my bubble butt. My shorts had ripped most of the way down the rear seam and I could feel my bare, slightly furry cheeks.

I backed towards the door, conscious of my cock desperately trying to burst free from the pouch of my jock and my ass peeking out from my ripped shorts.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

That was on loop in my head. I thought this stupid arousal over embarrassing myself was over. Why did I get so horned up every time I got in this sort of situation?

I backed through the door and straight into one of the PTs, a hot muscled guy in his 20’s who immediately laughed as my bare butt connected with his crotch.

‘Looks like the squats are paying off, bud,’ he chuckled.

Following an embarrassing incident at the gym, Clay decides to test his limits and opts to wear a tight suit to the office for the day to see what will happen. Unsurprisingly, he ends up utterly exposed as only Clay knows how. You can find the full story here:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/gyob-clay-solo-1-84000567?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link