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Fellow Groomsmen, spotted in a pair whitie tighties while changing out of his wedding attire! Didn’t figure any of our buddies actually still wore tighty whities, go figure....
Post Massage - Stranded White Briefs
True Story: As I put my clothes back on I realized that my pants were missing. I frantically searched the small room coming up empty handed. I hear the door open! I look up at a licensed masseuse holding my pants in hand. Masseuse says “My apologies my man. Must have grabbed your pants while picking up the towels”…. He then turns his head, looking away as if he was embarrassed for me…. He chuckled and says, “Nice tighty whities my man!” The Masseuse hands me my pants and shakes his head as he walks out of the room. I could hear soft laughter just outside the door. After getting dressed I approached the receptionist to pay for my massage. The receptionist was a beautiful blonde girl. She burst out into laughter and apologizes as she said she has just watched a funny reel and couldn’t stop laughing. I tried to ignore her chuckles and pulled out my wallet to pay. I blushed in embarrassment. Upon leaving, I couldn’t help but question if the Masseuse had told the hot blonde receptionist about walking in on me in my tighty whities and mistakenly take my pants. I guess I will never know for 100% sure if he did or didn’t tell her…
The rule is if your tee shot doesn't make it past the ladies tee box, you gotta hit your next shot with your pants around your ankles. If you fail to hit your drive past the ladies tee twice, you have to shoot your next round in nothing but your underwear or with your “ahem” out…
Have you ever cum on both of your girls at the same time?
Most recently, last night, they just looked too good making out below me not to
When he stepped into the living room wearing only a towel, Vince hadn't realized that his roommate was home -- let alone that Randall appeared to be hosting some kind of event, judging by the half dozen other men seated in front of him. He didn't recognize any of them, but they appeared to be uniformly all of the same type: fat, old, ugly, and seemingly fixated on Vince.
"Vince," Randall said, smirking like he knew something his roommate did not. "Can you come here for a second?"
Vince had two reasons to hesitate. The first was that this was the first time all week his roommate had looked at him with something other than a scowl on his face. Randall had been covering Vince's share of the rent for three months now -- something he had been doing on the belief that Vince had fallen on hard times. When Randall discovered earlier that week that Vince had actually been spending his rent money on a pricy gym membership -- alongside everything else that had helped him gradually build his body into a work of art -- suffice it to say that he was none too pleased to have discovered that his apparently self-absorbed roommate had been taking advantage of him all that time.
Secondly -- and most pressing in this moment -- Vince was wearing nothing but a towel in a room full of strangers (all of whom, he noticed now, were eying him up with a definite hunger in their eyes). Did Randall really need him right now?
"Uh, just let me get --"
"It will only take a second," Randall interrupted. "Really."
Reluctantly walking up where his roommate was standing, Vince hardly a moment to gauge the situation before Randall suddenly yanked the towel away from around his waist and casually threw it aside.
"What the fuck?!?" he exclaimed, not yet having processed anything more than the initial shock.
Acting as though he was trying to calm his roommate down, Randall pointed to the laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of him and said something which had quite the opposite effect: "Just look at the camera..."
"Camera! What?!"
Finally putting the pieces together -- and realizing he was now totally exposed not just in front of the strange older men sitting in the room with him, but untold numbers of viewers online -- a feeling of total mortification overtook Vince. Coming to his senses, he quickly attempted to provide himself with some level of modesty by cupping his hands in front of his crotch (something which mattered little to those who would replaying the recording of his exposure later).
"Yeah, you see, Vince," Randall said, smirking even more widely now as he took in the sight of Vince's stellar physique and petrified expression. "I told my friends here about our little predicament," he continued, gesturing to the other men in the room.
Adding more anxiety to an already nightmare-inducing situation, Vince noticed with horror that several of the men had risen to their feet, obscenely rubbing their crotches as the tents within their pants grew -- and grew, and grew, and grew -- in size.
"You've got to prioritize working on that body of yours -- best gym membership, a personal trainer, top-quality protein powders, the best supplements a body can buy..." Randall began, making no effort to hide the way he was sizing up Vince's body like a piece of meat he was about to purchase from a butcher. "You can't possibly pay your share of the rent when you're investing in all that..."
The men in the room were coming closer. Vince knew -- with sudden terror filling him up -- that, despite being big, strong, and manly, he was prey this pack was about to pounce on.
"My friends here, they're gonna help both of us make enough today to cover a year's worth of rent," Randall said, stepping away to make room for a creepy old man fishing a shockingly large cock out of his pants to get closer to Vince.
Randall dipped in front of the camera only briefly to say some concluding remarks before leaving the scene completely and allowing the hundreds of well-paying viewers to get a good view of today's unwitting star: "Enjoy the show..."