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Rooster's Trivia- Part 2/2
🕑 Added 2024-04-14 18:05:20 +0000 UTCIt's time for the finale to this trivia night, and let's see if Paul can keep his clothes on or lose them all...
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“Well sweets, aren’t you forgetting something?”
“But I took off my boots!”
“And those aren’t enough- you’re forfeiting your clothes, not your footwear. Time to get out of those pants of yours.”
The crowd was going crazy, and way in the back, I think I even heard Clara’s normally quiet voice yelling my name. I’d been nervous about ditching my shirt, but I hadn’t even given myself time to process losing my jeans. Maybe in the back of my head the risk had been brewing, but now it was shoved forward. With my shirt and belt gone, I knew that the host was serious though so before their hands tried to reach for me to do it themselves, I reached for my zipper.
As I pulled it down and unsnapped the button, the only thought running through my head was I can’t believe this was happening as gravity did the rest.
Because I wasn’t nervous about just showing off. Oh no, I never skipped leg day so my thick thighs and muscular calves were on point. No- the embarrassing part was what underwear that I was wearing.
Back in college, whenever we played truth or dare or those cheesy drinking games, I always lied when asked whether I wore boxers or briefs. I always laughed it off and said I wore boxer-briefs. That was the adult response- the normal, typical choice… but the crowd now saw that I’d been living a lie.
Because once my jeans dropped to the stage and I dutifully stepped out of them, I hadn’t revealed a pair of boxer briefs. I was standing there in nothing but my white socks and a white pair of briefs. The fabric, worn thin from years of washing, was dangerously close to being see-through, and I knew that some guys in the front row could probably see every outline of my cock. I just prayed that my coworkers in the back didn’t have that clear of a view.
Just a minute ago, I’d been nervous standing in just my jeans, but now I was humiliated. Too humiliated to even think as the drag queen told me that I could step back into my boots since she didn’t know how dirty this stage was. Comically, I now stood in this bar wearing nothing but some whitey tighties and my cowboy boots.
“Ladies and gays, how does this man look? Let’s let him hear it!”
Cheers rang out, but nothing could stop the embarrassment coursing through my veins.
“Okay, before we let him sit down, let’s boost his confidence again. We’ll give him one more easy song so that he can go off on a high note. Sound fair?”
The crowd answered back with more yelling, but I knew that this just prolonged my exposure up here. As the speakers crackled to life once more, I wondered what country legend would greet me, but instead, a modern song was playing. The singer sounded beautiful, but I’d never heard her voice before. Panicking, I wondered what this meant as the song clip ended.
As I stood there, shocked gasps greeted my silence, and I’m not sure if it’s because they were stunned that I hadn’t known this artist or stunned at what the host would do next.
“Wait, honey darling, do you not know who that was?”
The blush spreading over my cheeks answered the question for me.
“Oh darling, I hate to do this, but we do not disrespect Kacey Musgraves in this bar.”
Everything happened in what seemed like a second, but it felt like a year in time. The drag queen quickly stepped behind me, and I felt her acrylic nails graze my skin as she grabbed onto the waistband of my briefs. Before I could stop her, I felt the fabric pushed down my thighs, and my cock sprang into view before I could even think that this was a possibility.
As if in slow motion, I watched the camera flashes capture every angle of my body as I just stood there in shock. I couldn’t even move my hands until my eyes pushed me into action. Looking down, I saw my briefs resting on top of my cowboy boots and my cock bouncing in front of me. My trimmed pubes seemed to act as an arrow towards it even though I doubt anyone in the bar could look anywhere else. Oh fuck- my coworkers could see me too!
Finally moving, I leaned down to grab my underwear, and I felt a hand smack against my ass from behind that prompted even more laughter. Pulling them up, I felt my cock fall out of one of the loose leg holes, and I tucked it back in as I turned to grab my clothes. In horror, I saw them being thrown into the audience, and hungry hands reached up to steal them away from me.
With nothing else to do, I ran down the stage stairs towards my seat to hopefully steal Stan’s jacket to cover myself. Wading through the crowd, hands reached all over me, and I just had to ignore them as I pushed past dozens of men. Finally seeing my table, I watched as Veronica, with her phone in hand, videoed my arrival.
Trying to play it off, I sat on my stool and saw that my shirt had already made it through the crowd back to me. Wrapping around my body, I downed the drink that had been bought and waiting for me and knew that no amount of explanation would stop this from being the highlight of the water cooler tomorrow.
Comments
Joseph
I guess that’s what you get for disrespecting Kacey Musgraves.
