Mostly Speedo

Thank you all for the love and feedback on Mike’s misadventures. It’s not about to get any better for this pranked piece of ass anytime soon. 

Being thrown out of the airplane bathroom bare naked by a bucking airplane in turbulence had Mike, the host he’d been thrown on top of, and every passenger wide-eyed in shock and either delight, or horror in the case of the embarrassed boy. Mike struggled for what felt like hours to untangle himself from the host, revealing more and more of his body as he tried to find some cover. Every muscle was tensed in panic, which made for an erotic sight none would soon forget. When he finally got to his feet, breath heaving, he darted back into the bathroom to hide himself. The host stood, “Sir I need you to take your seat please”.

“Are you out of your mind?!” Mike harshly whispered, knowing full well everyone was straining to hear or see more of him, “I’m naked!!”. “I’m sorry” the host replied, “but it’s our policy”.

“Well what happened to the change of clothes?!” Mike asked, head spinning at the thought he’d have to step back out there in full view of everyone, knowing from experience he wouldn’t be able to cover his large cock with his hands. The host hung his head (partly to eye Mike’s dong), “Unfortunately we gave the change to another passenger who was sick early in the flight, which I didn’t know until I’d already discarded your shirt in one of our main bins,” he looked up with a hopeful smile, “but I have this for you”. He presented one of the airline blankets in a bag. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?!” Mike demanded. “It’ll have to do for modesty I’m afraid Sir”. Mike nearly screamed with rage and embarrassment, tearing open the bag and wrapping the blanket around his waist like a towel. Slowly he emerged under the full glare of expectant eyes of every passenger, not a one even trying to pretend they weren’t looking and memorising every inch of Mike’s body they could see. He resumed his seat, searched with his feet for his flip flops he’d left there to discover they were gone. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, he thought.

When the plane finally landed, Mike waited in his seat, trying to be inconspicuous, but every passenger got to walk past and take a peek at him sitting with shame in his seat with only a wool blanket to cover as much of him as it could. The host brought him his backpack and searched for his flip flops but couldn’t find them. “They must’ve been thrown forward in the turbulence and someone picked them up by mistake” they explained. Mike gritted his teeth and opened his phone, trying to think of someone to call for help when he realised the business group he was meeting would be waiting for him within the hour. It left him nearly no time to find himself some clothes to replace, well, put anything on his back at all!

When he stepped into the main terminal, with nothing between him and complete nudity but a light blanket he’d decided to tie like a sarong at the side, which made him feel more secure but left a gap that his muscular thigh threated to bust through. Be cool man, he thought, it’s just like being back in Bali. Except it wasn’t. The airport population was twenty times that of the other passengers, who’d been spreading the story like wildfire. Everyone was staring. Australians aren’t too prudent about showing skin at the beach, but an over six foot, tanned, athletic man barefoot and bare chested with a blanket wrapped around him and a backpack in an airport?

Mike decided to take the travellator in hopes of moving a little quicker, which would turn out to be a mistake, when he jostled up against some other travellers, one of whom stepped on his blanket. This not only pulled and loosened the knot at his waist, being that those blankets don’t have much tread, it also pulled out a thread, which got caught in the track of the travellator and was quickly wound into the mechanism, which started to unravel the blanket as Mike walked. His rushed strides and moments impatiently waiting behind slow movers made quick work of the bottom of the blanket, rapidly disappearing little by little, shortening the length of Mike’s covering, and going completely unnoticed by him. He stepped off the travellator, slipping a little with his bare feet on the smooth floor and trudged along the causeway, avoiding the looks as he tried to find a menswear place. Finding one, he nearly burst into tears seeing the sign “GONE FOR LUNCH AT 1PM – BACK IN 30”. He checked his phone: 1.25. So not long to wait. With a sigh he leaned against the door to wait. Which is when he felt the tug, and looked down to see the thread tightly trailing his path from the travellator. By this time, the hem of the blanket had reached his mid-thighs, leaving it looking more like a skirt than a sarong and very close to displaying the head of his hung cock. FUCK, he thought and reached down to snap the thread.

He looked around to see if anyone had noticed, and met the sight of head after head turning sharply away from his exposed figure. Far too close to naked in public again for comfort, Mike figured best to just hide out in the bathroom for the remaining minutes. He went over to a door that looked like it led to the bathroom, but it was a bit tough to open. Now he was a built guy, and strong not just muscular for show, so very unaccustomed to not being able to force a door open. Frazzled at the idea it might be locked, and so unhinged from the day’s events, Mike began to get rough with the handle, and more and more attention turned his way to take in the near-nude near-tantrum. What Mike didn’t know was that the door was to an alarmed outdoor fire stair. Eventually the handle broke under his burly grip and as the alarm started to sound, the door flung open, letting a huge gust of wind into the terminal, catching the blanket and lifting it up, unslipping the knot and whipping it off his body leaving Mike once again bare naked under the gaze of countless strangers. Horrified, he turned to catch the remnants of the blanket, but it had already snaked out the door and into the open air. 

Mike threw his hands over his cock, and felt a shocking sensation: arousal. Without even getting hard, Mike felt pre-cum starting to leak from the head of his uncut monster. Caught completely off guard for a moment, Mike lifted his hand to look, dumbfounded. The motion stretched a thread of pre-cum from his cock that glinted in the light, making for a perfect photograph caught by several hundred phone cameras. Coming to grips, Mike panicked, looking frantically for an exit, and caught sight of the salesman unlocking the store. It almost hurt to see the expression on the sales clerk’s face as he took in all of Mike running naked toward him. Ignoring the sign that said ‘NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE’ the clerk said professionally and patiently, “Can I help you?”.

Introducing Mike! Let me know what you think of his little trip…

It had been the best holiday, Mike thought as he leant through the door to grab his bags, holding onto the door frame as he did, hearing it groan under the weight of his full, muscular form. As he tilted back to standing his eyes rolled hearing his friend Kieran jeer “that’ll be all the Balinese beer mate, getting pretty hefty there!” and the fellas all having a laugh at his expense. True Mike had noticed a thickening about his midsection from the two weeks of indulging, but he socked Kieran in the shoulder as he passed him anyhow in the hall. Kieran was the prankster of the group, and Mike’s congenial innocence made him the butt of the tricks all too often, but they always resulted in a good-humoured laugh and story for around the pub.

The five men strolled down to reception in their flip-flops to check out. All wore tank tops sporting their bulky strong biceps and shoulders, paired with a pair of matching sports shorts that Keiran had made for them with each of their nicknames emblazoned across the rear. Keiran had drawn the short straw the night prior to do the final laundry run of the trip. As a cheeky payback, instead of washing all the guys’ underwear, including his own, he threw them out, leaving them all commando for the final day and return trip home. The prank backfired though when the shorts had all come out of the wash slightly shrunk so a little on the tight side, and the silky material had gone a bit crunchy. For Mike this was especially precarious territory. His nickname, after all, very clear to read across his backside, was “horse”. The fear of his cock falling out of his shorts wasn’t the only thing getting Mike down though. While after check-out his buddies would all be heading back to their hometown of Sydney, he was having to journey to Melbourne for a work conference hot on the heels of his holiday. He would be flying via Sydney though so he at least had the chance to enjoy the first leg with the guys.

The flight from Bali isn’t a long one, but all the boys took a chance to take a nap as they crossed back over to Australia. Mike woke first to discover his cock, lounging at about 7.5 inches soft had escaped it’s inadequate covering. He hurriedly stuffed it back inside, cursing Kieran’s name and hoping no staff or other passengers had seen. He was too preoccupied to hear the soft tearing in the crotch area that his shoving himself back into the pouch created. The idea people might have seen caused Mike to flush all over, and he hurriedly started thinking of other things to stem the blood flowing into his dick.

Arriving in Sydney, Mike slung his backpack over his shoulder, hugged and spanked the guys goodbye before heading to the Transfers section of Customs. By the time he got to baggage claim, it seemed the guys had already gone. He waited, and waited, and as people filled the area then filed off into their own directions, he started to worry. His suit for the conference was in that bag, and his whole team would be meeting in the terminal. He planned to change on the flight. Maybe it had been moved to oversized? He marched over and enquired. After looking through the system, the man behind the counter reported his suitcase wasn’t showing up. “Don’t worry, Sir, all being well it’ll turn up and we’ll send it on the next connection – and plenty of flights from Bali to Sydney with it being summertime”. Mike saw there was no use in explaining the situation lost luggage had put him in and trailed dejectedly over to the gate for his flight, trying to conjure a plan. Perhaps he could buy a suit at the airport? He pulled out his phone to transfer some money over, seeing a text message appear he must’ve missed from earlier, from Kieran.

“Don’t worry about your luggage, mate, we’ll take care of it for you. See you shortly!!”

Mike flushed red all over with rage. What a prick! He’d be sure to smash Kieran’s head in soon as he saw him next. Pranks are one thing, but this was a step too far. Mike started to text him back as much when he noticed the time and how the long luggage wait had got him too close to boarding time. Sure enough, as he dashed toward his gate, the slap of his flip flops echoing through the terminal tunnels, he heard his name being called over the intercom. “Fuck!” he thought. It was not an easy run, between holding his backpack on one bulging arm, using the other as discreetly as possible to hold his junk in his short shorts, and all the stress left him a sweaty mess by the time he reached the gate just in time. He boarded the plane, and hung his head as everyone looked at him, prickly with waiting. He held his backpack over his front so no-one could see up his shorts as he passed. He got to his seat and looked for space to put his bag in the overhead, but there was none. A young male host walked up to him smiling, “help with your bag, Sir?”. Mike smiled with relief, “yeah, cheers”. The host took his bag from him, eyed his barely there pair of shorts and let him know “the only space left is right down the back of the plane so we’ll keep everything there and you can grab it on the way out”. Mike frowned: not convenient, but what choice did he have? So he surrendered his bag, and wiping his sweaty hands on his muscle tank, took his seat.

As they got in the air, Mike drummed his hands on his thighs, plotting how to get his hands on another suit, and also his revenge. Suddenly, a warm and wet sensation was flung all across his front! He looked up at the young host looking horrified. “I’m so sorry, Sir” he cried, and Mike looked down to see himself covered in coffee and food scraps. The host looked on the verge of tears. “It’s OK” Mike assured him, although he realised the garbage all over him smelt awful. “I know I’ve got a spare shirt on board, Sir” the host said, indicating to Mike to use the restroom. Mike stood and walked up with the Host trailing behind. Unbeknownst to Mike, many of the other passengers craned their necks and stretched to catch a glimpse of the stud undressing. Not thinking, Mike lifted the filthy tank over his head, causing his torso to stretch and most magnificently, his cock to slip out the side of his shorts leg. The host nearly passed out seeing it all up close. “I’ll be right back” he said as Mike, stepped into the cramped bathroom. As he locked the door, a bell sounded and a voice came over the speakers “Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain wishes to advise that we’re entering an unexpected weather system and may experience some turbulence. Please resume your seats and ensure your seatbelts are fastened”. Mike wasn’t sure what to do. Besides the shorts, he was practically naked, as he’d even left his flip flops under the seat in his haste to get cleaned up. He went to use the tap when suddenly the plane rocked, jerking his hand on the faucet, spraying water absolutely everywhere all over his shorts. Frustrated, he snatched some paper towel and wiped roughly over his crotch- and the front of his shorts came away completely! Disintegrated! Mike reached to grab at the material but it tore gently away in his hands, with three startled grabs leaving him naked holding the fabric in his hands!

He couldn’t explain it. It made no sense. He looked at himself, stunned and buck naked in the mirror, thinking. The only thing he could think of, which would make sense, is if Kieran got heavy-handed with the bleach when washing the shorts. They had been pretty crusty. Cursing his friend again and his eyes tearing up, Mike hadn’t even considered the full exposure of his predicament until he heard the host knocking on the door. “Sir, I need you to resume your seat”.