“Good morning and happy birthday.” My boyfriend Jason jumps on the bed next to me.
Ugh! It’s 8:00 AM on a Sunday. I just want to sleep.
“Here’s an early present,” Jason says as he hands me a pair of underwear.
I am immediately roused. A jock thong! I have a large collection, but this is my first jock thong. I jump out of bed to try it on. The pouch is black and mesh. You could totally see my package through the sheer material. The waistband and straps are bright yellow. Big big blue letters spelling FUCKR. The writing wraps around the revealing underwear. It’s a size too small, and the straps could not fully contain my bubble butt. However, I absolutely love how the thong rubs against my hole. It makes me so horny.
Jason stands in front of me and grabs my meaty ass. “Do you like them?”
“I love them,” I say as I put my fingers through his brown hair. I have to raise my arms, because he’s 6’2”. He’s my tall, hairy guy with a big butt and a little bit of a tummy.
“Do you like them?” I teased him as he slid his finger underneath the left strap.
He released the strap from his fingertip. SNAP. I get shivers when it smacked against my cheek. “Yes. I do,” he replied with an evil grin.
“Let’s go get our morning coffee,” Jason said. “But first, we need to go to the grocery store, so I can get some ingredients for you birthday dinner.”
He takes off his pajama bottoms, and puts on a pair of Hanes tighty whities. He knows that I love a man in white briefs. The briefs are slightly baggy in the back despite his ample ass. Although he is only ten years old than me, I totally get Daddy vibes when he wears these old-school briefs. Here I am in this modern jock thong, and there’s my dorky dude in well-worn undies. I had to touch him. I slip my hand under the cotton and caress his cheek gently. I am already getting a semi. I grab the right leg band and yank it up giving him a half wedgie. There is a soft tearing sound.
“Sorry. Let me inspect the damage.” I look and see a small hole in the bottom of his briefs. “Yep. There’s a tiny hole there.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me. You know these things are ancient,” he laughs.
I poke the hole and stretch the briefs to make it finger-size. I’m so horny. I get on my knees and start licking his hole through the seat of his briefs. That tear gives me easy access to his delicious ass.
Jason moans, but he pushes me away. “Calm down. Save some of that excitement for later.”
He puts on a white t-shirt and white socks fully aware that combo drives me crazy. He begins to put on a pair of jeans, but I stop him.
“Wait, wear these sweatpants…just in case somebody pantses you.” I wink. “And I’ll wear these shorts.”
I put on grey athletic shorts and he puts on his black sweat pants slowly to tease me.
Jason doesn’t really indulge in all my humiliation fantasies, but he is very supportive of my embarrassing underwear fetish. I am sure he will pants me at the store; it is my birthday after all.
“I can’t wait to show my sexy new undies to the store,” I remind him.
“Alright, babe. Maybe something more will happen, too.” He winks, and a chill of excitement and anticipation runs down my spine.
Jason and I arrive at ta Safeway. It seems kinda odd because we never shop here. Maybe it’s on the way to our coffee place.
Regardless of location, we’re to hear to get ingredients for my birthday dinner. He is going to make my favorite: meatloaf with mushroom gravy. It’s basic, but I love it. When we enter through the glass doors, we pick up two baskets. I head to the deli, and Jason goes to produce.
While waiting in line, I hear a voice behind me. “Hi Tom.”
“Oh hi, Professor Ramos. What are you doing here?” Slight pause. “Sorry, that was a stupid question,” I laugh.
“Just getting some meat,” he says with a mischievous grin. He’s straight, but he enjoys it when I flirt with him. It really bolsters his ego. We’re very close, and I often visit him during office hours for conversation about music, art, school, and my personal life. I consider him my mentor. But today, we talk about my birthday plans.
Suddenly, it’s my turn and I’m talking to the man behind the deli counter. Before I can open my mouth, I feel a breeze and hear a clang. My shorts are down at my ankles. I turn around but no sign of Jason. Then I see Professor Ramos with mouth agape. He slowly whispers “Fucker” as he reads the waistband and looks at my crotch. I turn around forgetting that my ass is totally exposed in my jock thong.
Unfortunately, I cannot pull up shorts right away because I have to set down my basket. Then, I see that my phone has fallen to the ground. For some reason, I decide to grab my phone with my left hand and yank up my shorts with my right hand. I guess this task requires too much coordination because I fall down face forward with my exposed. I am winded from the fall and cannot get up immediately.
When I regain strength, I turn over and quickly wriggle into the shorts. I try my best to hide the growing erection from Professor Ramos as I get on my feet. There’s laughter and concerned onlookers wondering if I’m okay. I also thear a camera click. I am beet red.
This is so embarrassing, but I have to finish the purchase. “I would like one pound,” I tell the man behind the deli counter.
“Meat. Umm… I mean beef.” The rest of the interaction continues to be awkward. I could not focus on the task at hand, because I had just been pantsed. In front of my hot professor! Sure, I wanted to get pantsed but in a secluded part of the store. I can sense my face reddening from embarrassment and anger.
“Hey! Take your beef already!,” the man yells. He was holding the slab of meat directly in front of me for at least 15 seconds. I was too distracted to notice. I grab the package and run off. Professor Ramos and I do not exchange words or make eye contact.
I need to get Jason back. I am dying of embarrassment (but turned on at the same time). My professor just saw me in my revealing underwear, and I don’t know how I could face him again. The worst part is that Jason knows Professor Ramos. Jason was fully aware that he was making an ass of me in front of my professor.
I search the store for Jason, but I cannot find him. Finally, I spy him at the self check-out. I ran up and pulled his sweatpants down.
Quickly, he turns around and knocks me on the ground. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
Oh my God! That’s not Jason. It’s another tall guy with auburn hair with a white tee shirt and black sweatpants. The funny thing is that he was also wearing tighty whities. They were classic Fruit of the Loom briefs with the blue and gold waistband. I could have laughed if I wasn’t so mortified.
The irate man keeps screaming at me with his pants around his ankles, but all I can do is stare at his impressive bulge enclosed in his white briefs. As a crowd gathers, a security guard approaches asking what the matter is. The doppelgänger continues to yell as he turns around. His pants are still down. Oh wow! His ass is meaty and his cheeks slightly spill out of the briefs. Perhaps, he went for a run that morning because the briefs are sweaty and formed a natural wedgie up his crack.
The guard snickers as the man yells, “This random dude just pantsed me in front of everyone.” He pauses and glares at the guards. “What the fuck is so funny?”
“Sir, your pants are still down.”
The stranger looks down, and you can see the shock in his eyes. Red-faced, he grabs his pants and returns them to his waist. This gives me time to get off the floor.
“Both of you come with me,” the guard commands as he ushers to the back of the store. Oh god! This is never going to end!
We are taken to an empty backroom and sit at a table. The stranger and I sitting next to each other, and the guard on the other side.
“Well, you two made quite a scene today.” The guard gestures at the doppelgänger. “First, you pants him revealing this pervert’s panties. Then, he pantses you showing off your Jockeys.”
I interject. “They’re not panties, it’s a jock thong.”
“And these are fruit of the…Nevermind! I didn’t pants anyone.”
“We have footage,” the guard says. He shows the footage of the incident at the deli counter. I am forced to relive it. I can clearly see my pants being tugged down and Professor Ramos’s mouth moving to say “Fucker”. I look like such an idiot falling on the floor ass up.
My face glows red as I look at the floor in the shame. The stranger laughs, and his anger appears to have subsided.
“That’s funny, but that’s not me. Look, I have a nose ring. Zoom in. That guy clearly does not.” We watch the video replay in slow motion.
“Sorry for the accusation,” the guard apologizes. “Why did you pants him?”
“I thought he was someone else,” I reply.
“My boyfriend,” I mutter.
They crack up. “You don’t know what your own boyfriend looks like,” the stranger laughs.
My blood starts to boil. I’ve had enough people laugh at me today. “Now that we got this all sorted out. I would like to get out of this fuckin’ store. I don’t know where my boyfriend is, and it’s my birthday, and I don’t really want to be stuck in this room with you two. No offense. Sirs, I’m really sorry. Truly. Now, I’m gonna buy this god damn meat and go home.”
I twist the door handle, but it’s locked. I turn my head and glare at the guard. He does not respond. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Let me out!”
“I don’t like being talked to that way,” the guard calmly states. He slowly walks up to me. “You like showing off your panties?”
He holds up a box cutter, and I freeze with my hands up. “Now step out of those shorts.” Moving my hips back and forth, I slowly shimmy out of the shorts with my hands in the air.
The guard gets frustrated, “C’mon. We don’t have all day.” He yanks my shorts down to my ankles. I step out of them slowly. I’m scared, but I’m enjoying teasing the guard in my jock thong.
He turns around and yells at the doppelgänger, “Hey you!”
“Who else? What’s your name?”
“Come over here, Rick.” Rick walks over to me. He gives Rick the boxcutter. “Destroy those panties.”
Rick seems apprehensive, but the tone of the guard’s voice was commanding. Rick raises the knife and begins to cut, but the guard yells, “Wait!”
The guard turns on the cameras, so they replay the pantsing over and over. I continually watch my professor’s face as Jason reveals my jock thong.
The guard points at me. “Rick, get rid of those skivvies.”
Rick puts the knife underneath my left strap and slowly saws away until SNAP. I look down to see the yellow strap dangling. This is dangerous but exhilarating. As I watch the screen, my embarrassment fades away. I always wanted Professor Ramos to see me in my underwear. Now, I am watching that fantasy happen again and again. I start to get hard despite the situation.
“So panty boy. Do you always wear such slutty underwear?”
“No, I have a large collection. Not all of them show off my ass. I bet you like the ones that show off my ass.” I look at the guard, and he doesn’t respond. I notice his fly is down and his pants are unbuckled. He is feeling himself. I can see the waistband of his underwear. It is hot pink and lacy. Rick starts to cut off the right strap. I get even harder.
“I sometimes wear things with a lot more coverage than this…like tighty whities.” Rick pauses.
“Show us your tighty whities, Rick,” the guard states smoothly.
Rick takes off his sweats. I turn around, and he is HARD. He is leaking so much precum through his briefs. He starts to saw away again. As he does, I feel his cock rub against me. I had to flirt with him.
“My boyfriend is also wearing tighty whities. He’s wearing Hanes though, not Fruit of the Looms.” I hear Rick moan. “You look so good in your tighty whities. They can barely contain your sweet, sweet ass. And your dick…”
The right jock strap snaps as Rick screams, “I’m cumming.” Rick drops the box cutter and holds me close. I feel his hot cum soak through his briefs and spill onto my cheek and legs. What a load!
Rick falls on the floor. My underwear is hanging on by the thong strap. I am full on erect when the guard comes over and picks up the boxcutter. He starts near my hole. I’m scared, but I dare not move. He slowly cuts away until the thong is gone. I look down. The straps and the thong are dangling below my meshy pouch. My new pair of underwear is destroyed.
Then unexpectedly, the guard uses brute force to rip the waistband of my underwear, and it falls at my feet in ruins. I freeze. The guard steps in front of me and grabs the top of my shirt. He rips it right down the middle, and it falls from my body.
I notice that his fly is completely unzipped. He made fun of me for my “panties”. He is wearing a pink sherbet colored panty with hot pink lace waistband and leg bands.
“Can I please have my shorts back? I’m standing here in my socks and shoes.”
The guard walks over to the shorts. I’m thankful this ordeal is ending, even though I’m still turned on. The guard grabs the shorts and destroys them with his hands.
I don’t know what to do. How will I get out of here? I decide my best option is to steal the guard’s pants and get the key. I reach for his belt buckle and pull down his pants. I look up at the back of his underwear. I’m aroused, angry, and confused.
The back of his undies had little sparkly purple hearts and “I LOVE JASON” written in cursive.
I had no idea what was happening. How was Jason involved?
The guard laughs. “These are for you.” He takes off his pants. His 8-inch penis hangs out the front of the underwear. He takes the panties off and hands them to me. I quickly put on the frivolous underwear. They were damp from the guard’s precum, and I was so turned on by the material. I grew more erect.
“What underwear are you going to wear now?”
“Rick’s.” The guard walks over to Rick, who is still lying on the floor. The guard grabs the waistband of his white briefs and gives them a strong tug until Rick gets up. The guard strips Rick. The guard smells the cum-filled briefs.
While this happens, I grab the guard’s pants and find the key. I unlock the door and grab the pants, keys, and phone. I run out of the room as fast as I can. Customers gasp as they see me running down the aisles holding the pants and my belongings. There’s too many things in my hands; I can’t cover myself. I’m wearing only these pink undies and my shoes and socks. Furthermore, my throbbing cock is sticking out of my tiny new panties.
A voice yelled, “Who’s Jason?” Laughter ensued.
I realize that I forgot the meat. Ignoring all reason, I turn around to retrieve it; but I see the security guard. He is wearing his uniform shirt and Rick’s sweatpants. I freeze. The guard runs after me, but the sweatpants are too loose. They fall to his feet exposing his newly obtained briefs. He puts his hand over the fly to cover up the cum stains and erection. I run the other direction towards the parking lot.
When I reach the lot, I can’t find the car. I look around like a deer in headlights. Everyone is looking at me. Lots of pointing and laughing. Some shake their heads in disapproval. I hear cameras click. Someone whistles and yells, “Jason’s a lucky man!”
I don’t know what to do. My dick is rock hard and bursting through the confines of my new pink panties. My ass is spilling out. The tiny undies can’t contain my cheeks.
Finally, I come to my wits. I use my keys to locate the car. I hear the beeping, which only draws more attention to me. It is parked all the way in the back of the lot. I run to find Jason smiling. I climb into the car, and I am fuming.
Jason puts his mouth around my cock, and I explode. I haven’t cum like this in ages…maybe ever.
We sit in the car as I recover. Jason asks, “Did you enjoy your encounter with my friend, Zach?”
“Is he the security guard?”
“Yeah, he’s a friend from high school. I thought you might enjoy this little scenario knowing some of your fantasies.”
“It did check a lot of my boxes,” I say as I calm down from the rage, embarrassment, and orgasm.
“More importantly…do you like your new underwear?”
“Yes,” I reply. “But I miss the jock thong already.”
“I know you do, so here you go.” Jason throws a duplicate pair on my lap. I smile.
“I’m curious. What exactly did you ask your friend Zach to do?”
“Well, the alarm was going to sound as you exited the building. Then, he would take you to the back and teach you a lesson about stealing…by slowly destroy your new pair of undies. Then, he would take off his pants and reveal your next birthday present,” Jason explains as he grabs my crotch through the pink panties. I moan. my cock is still very sensitive. Jason continues, “I made sure he was adept with using the boxcutter when preparing for your rendezvous. I didn’t want you to be hurt.”
“What about Rick? Is he good with the tool?”
“He’s the one who used the boxcutter to destroy my jock thong.”
Jason looks confused. It seems his friend Zach went off script. “Nevermind,” I reply not wanting to rehash the events quite yet.
As we drive away, we see Rick frantically running in only shoes and socks. His eyes darting back and forth; his junk bouncing up and down.
“Hey that guy kinda looks like me,” Jason exclaims as we drive off.
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