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Photo Story #43
🕑 Added 2024-12-08 17:07:42 +0000 UTCThis week's photo story is based on a photo provided by one of our very own patrons! I hope you all enjoy the story - and the view - and if anyone else wants to submit a photo for a story, just drop me a message!
Ever since he was a teenager, Ian had always been confused by the size of his butt. He was a slim guy, no matter how much he ate or worked out, but his butt was far from slim. It was squidgy and chunky and stuck out like a small shelf.
Despite being weirdly proud of his cute bubble butt, he often found people commenting on it, given how out of proportion it was to the rest of his body.
Once, when he was in his early twenties, he'd gone on a first date with a guy for coffee. The date had been going really well until Ian got up from the table to grab another drink. As soon as his date saw his bubble butt, barely contained his skinny jeans, he'd burst out laughing and said, "Dude, what kind of mutant hormones are you taking?"
Ian had been so mortified that he'd quickly made an excuse and hurried off home, praying that the guy never contacted him again.
It wasn't that Ian was shy about his bubble butt necessarily, it was just that he found it embarrassing having so much junk in the trunk when the rest of him was so slim. It was a complete contradiction to the rest of his frame.
However, the most embarrassing incident he would experience was about to happen!
It was a dull Thursday at work and Ian had been counting down the seconds until he could head home.
On that fateful day, he'd opted for a black and red jockstrap under a pair of his more fitted grey suit pants. He typically wouldn't wear a jock under suit pants as it gave his meaty bubble butt even more lift than normal, but he'd been half asleep when he was getting dressed so hadn't paid a great deal of attention.
Throughout the day, Ian was conscious of how much his suit pants were digging into him. The rear seam was stretched to the limit and the pressure from his butt meant that the button and fly were also under more strain than they should be.
"Shouldn't have worn this damn jockstrap," he thought, cursing his own stupidity as he finished his last class and headed to the staff meeting.
When Ian took his seat at one of the tables, he heard an ominous creaking sound coming from the button on his suit pants, and couldn't fail to chuckle at the irony that a guy as skinny as him could be worried about losing a button on his pants.
As the Headteacher kicked off the staff meeting, Ian occupied his brain with sneakily marking a few papers, but he was pulled from his work when he heard his name.
"Ian, can you show us what we were discussing the other day?"
Ian's brow wrinkled in confusion. "Sorry, I was miles away. What would you like me to show you?"
"The new approach to verbs you thought we could try."
"Oh yeah, sure," Ian said, slowly standing from his seat and heading over to the whiteboard.
He was unsurprised by the couple of snickers from his colleagues as he turned his back to them. He knew how obscene his butt must look in the suit pants when the jock was pushing his meaty cheeks up and out so much.
"So, the approach I had in mind was . . ."
Ian stumbled to a stop as he dropped the marker he'd just picked up. Sighing, he bent over to retrieve it. Typically, his ears would be met by the sound of a rip, but on this occasion, there was a hushed pop as the button burst off of his suit pants and shot across the room, followed by an ominous zip as the fly on his pants tore open.
Ian had just enough time to look down as his pants dropped to his knees, revealing his black and red jockstrap, and his meaty bubble butt to his colleagues. There were gasps and giggles immediately.
"Looks like someone's packing," one of the guys from the sports department chuckled.
"How does a skinny guy like that have so much cake?" one of the men from the maths division said loudly enough that everyone heard and started laughing.
Ian was frozen to the spot, the cool air from the air conditioning blowing across his thick butt.
"Hey Ian, you realise your pants are down right?" the Headteacher said in an attempt to get the staff under some control.
Ian barely managed a nod before bending over to retrieve his pants, but as he did so, his meaty cheeks parted flashing his hole to the room.
The comments and the laughs barely processed in Ian's brain as he yanked up his pants and rushed for the door, the laughter following him all the way to the restroom. Aside from losing the button, the zipper had come off the tracks at some point and he was left with no way to hold up his pants at all.
Resigned to his fate, Ian returned to his office, grabbed his bag and headed for his car with one hand gripping his pants as tightly to his waist as possible, but despite the laughter that still echoed in his head, he couldn't fight the fact that his dick was achingly hard inside his jock.
Was he really that embarrassed? Or had giving a show to his colleagues been one of the horniest moments of his life?
Comments
ColWerewolf
Ian needs to get naked
CS
Omg!!😆 yes please!!! Would love to read more about he gets embarrassed!!
Marcus MJC
Do you reckon we need more Ian stories?
CS
Oh!! Dang!! This was hot!!🥵 I love the story and hope to hear more!!
