i wish you could see how far i’ve come. hell, i wish i could consistently see my own progress. mentally and physically. may post more depending on my headspace. might not always be related to my usual content. idk. anyways, hi. happy pride.

Quite the walk of shame - especially since it was down a popular strip during the liveliest moments of the nightlife. The publicly released security cam footage along with echoing laughter from across the street will forever be burned into this poor guy’s ego.. maybe it’s time for a more conventional underwear choice for your nights out…

Don’t usually fw jockstraps but it filled in nice ❤️

He had no idea why the occasional cyclist or runner would laugh as they passed. He did however appreciate how oddly breezy it was today…

After too many drinks and an intense dance that couldn’t be supported by his jeans, Jay ended up being the laughing stock of the bar. All hope to forget the embarrassing evening was lost upon getting online and seeing candid photos of his humiliating walk back home posted by his buddy. Jay’s face burned red as he read comment after comment regarding his choice in underwear and the size of his cheeks.

Dirty mirror, dirtier boy. I need someone to come admire every inch of my legs and ass.

Today is NOT a boxer brief kinda day.. Now I just need to find a seat 😏

I initially started this blog years ago to indulge in my ripped clothing, embarrassment, underwear, and male body (especially the butt) obsessions. I didn’t expect to suddenly start making posts nor did I expect to enjoy it as well, but here I am.

Snarky comments and heavy laughter would occasionally interrupt the mind-numbing whirring of washing machinery hard at work. I hadn’t realized that I had picked a pair of jeans I had recently obliterated during a party for my laundromat trip. To make matters worse, pretty much all of my clothes were in need of a wash so I couldn’t immediately address the issue. I could feel the frigid laundromat air on my exposed cheeks, the only potential layer of protection being my royal purple boxers - which kept riding up to make matters all the more humiliating.

Not the best day behind the bar. I squatted way too deep grabbing mixers when my jeans bursted. With no one to cover my shift so I could go home to change, all I could do was face the laughter and comments. Time to invest in some looser jeans since my legs are getting so strong..