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Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2025 - Part 23
🕑 Added 2025-04-20 20:39:52 +0000 UTCYou guys voted for Dan to head into the crawling mazes and we all know that isn't going to end well. Read on for this instalment and vote below for what you want to see happen next.
Dan was tempted to just sit at the bar and drink cocktails, but he didn’t want to be the only one not getting involved, and he had to admit that it did look like everyone was having fun. His buddy Luke was now in the ball pit with some of his friends and it looked like the plastic spheres were deep because they were coming up to people’s chests.
Maybe not just yet, Dan thought, the idea of his slightly loose shoes and too tight clothes not possibly faring well in the ball pit. He felt the same about some of the climbing frames which would involve way more stretching than he could manage.
Which only really left the crawling mazes.
It seemed there were multiple crawling mazes at different heights and Dan decided that he’d take the one up the top of a narrow flight of steps. From the ground, it looked like it was a really wide opening which meant that he wouldn’t have to get on his hands and knees, and it seemed to be the only one that didn’t’ end in a slide.
“Hey Dan,” Luke yelled from the edge of the ball pit, his voice barely audible over the sound of the music. “Come and join us.”
Dan smiled. “I’ll be in soon. I want to give one of these mazes a go first.”
Luke was yelling something back at him, but Dan couldn’t hear him over the music and ascended the narrow little staircase that took him about twelve foot in the air. He reached a small platform and in front of him was a rope bridge that ran through a tunnel. Mercifully, the tunnel wasn’t too small so Dan would only have to bend forward and stoop slightly to get through it.
“Okay, here goes,” Dan said to himself, grateful that no one else seemed to be doing this maze.
Bending forward, Dan stepped on to the rope bridge and walked through the tunnel, being careful to step on the wooden slats of the rope bridge. Once he reached the end, he was another wooden platform, but the next tunnel was much smaller than the first.
Sure, Dan would still fit through, but he’d have to get on his hands and knees, which was exactly what he was trying to avoid in the first place.
“I guess it was going to happen eventually,” he sighed.
Dan lowered himself to his knees as he slowly and as gently as he could and was realised that nothing seemed to rip or burst. Although the prospect of that did make his dick twitch his briefs.
“Not now,” he groaned, shaking his head and praying his dick would behave.
Slowly leaning forward, Dan breathed a sigh of a relief when he was on his hands and knees before he started crawling through the tunnel. It wasn’t a tight space by any means but the feeling of his shirt digging into him under his arms, and the tight pants suffocating his thighs made the space feel a lot smaller.
It was just as Dan was nearing the end of the tunnel and he could see another small platform in sight that he sped up a little, and that was when he heard it, an odd ripping sound that wasn’t like the usual rip of material.
Dan reached the platform and had enough space to lift himself up so he was just on his knees. Looking down, Dan expected to see his shirt ripped or to feel a rip in his pants, but the sight that met him was more unexpected.
Somehow, his fly had ripped open, and Dan’s semi-hard cock encased in the silky sheer material of his briefs was showing through the open V of his suit pants.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, trying to hastily shove it away and pull up his fly.
But whatever had ripped meant the zipper wouldn’t budge, and Dan couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he did now.
