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Matt, Grant and Luke

Here's part 2 of Ben's embarrassing tale! Thanks for all the great feedback so far and keep it coming, along with your ideas for future stories. Also, any questions - feel free to ask! Ben’s hopes that the other camp leaders wouldn’t find out about his mortifying experience were very quickly dashed. Within an hour of Ben and his group being at camp, Jason was in their cabin and asking what had happened. ‘It wasn’t my fault, man. My board shorts ripped and then kinda tore off and then they stole my towel. Can we just not talk about this?’ Jason’s laughter seemed to Ben to last for hours and Ben skipped dinner as he was too ashamed to face everyone. But, the following morning, Ben woke up feeling much more positive. Yes, it had been humiliating and he was nervous about having to face everyone in his tight uniform. However, he couldn’t deny that the incident could be seen as funny. If it had happened to someone else, he would definitely have laughed. He just had to suck it up, laugh it off and get on with things. He was a camp leader and he couldn’t just hide in his cabin for the summer. Ben’s positivity was somewhat diminished during breakfast when Jason’s dad called him to his office in front of everyone in the dining hall. ‘What’s up Mr Lyle?’ Ben asked as he shut the door to the office. ‘Take a seat, son.’ Mr Lyle was in his early fifties, but didn’t look a day over forty. He kept himself incredibly fit and Ben had harboured a crush for him since he’d been fourteen. ‘I’ve had a very concerned parent contact me this morning regarding an incident that happened at the lake yesterday.’ Ben felt his cheeks heat and his heart seemed to thump harder in his chest. ‘It was a complete accident, Mr Lyle. I didn’t . . . ‘ Mr Lyle held up his hand for silence. ‘You’ve been accused of intentionally showing your junk to your group. Did you really rip off your board shorts in front of them?’ ‘That’s rubbish,’ Ben spluttered. ‘I’d never do . . . ‘ ‘Ben, I have to ask what happened and I need the truth. This is a very serious allegation and I can’t have the reputation of my camp ruined by some pervert.’ Ben felt sick to his stomach at the hard glare from Jason’s dad. ‘It wasn’t like that at all, Mr Lyle.’ With a quiver in his voice, Ben recounted the humiliating events of the lake trip and by the time he finished, he was convinced that Mr Lyle was biting his lip to stop himself from laughing. Mr Lyle cleared his throat. ‘So, that’s what happened is it?’ Ben nodded and before he could say a word, Mr Lyle roared with laughter. Confusion flooded Ben’s face as he tried to decide whether he was in trouble or not. ‘Jason told me the story last night, but I just couldn’t believe it was true. I can’t believe someone could have such shitty luck.’ ‘So, I’m not fired?’ Ben asked as Mr Lyle had another chuckle at his expense. Mr Lyle stood up and led Ben to the door. ‘Not at all. I just wanted to hear the story from you. Now keep that big butt covered and out of trouble.’ As Ben walked out of the door, Mr Lyle gave him a sharp whack on his butt cheek and he couldn’t deny the slight arousal at having Jason’s dad touch his ass. The next couple of days were fairly uneventful at the Lyle Summer Camp. Ben was teased constantly for the lake incident, but he was relieved that that seemed to have stopped people poking fun at his tight uniform. On the Friday morning, the mail arrived and some of the senior boys were given the task of sorting it. Come lunchtime, they went around and dispatched it to the campers and the leaders. ‘Here you go, Camp Leader Ben,’ one of the boys said as he dropped a jiffy bag in Ben’s lap. Ben ripped the cello tape off of the jiffy bag and breathed a sigh of relief. Benny, here’s the new underwear you wanted. We miss you, love Mom x Ben was relieved to see a couple of pairs of new briefs and he took them straight back to his room. His briefs were constantly riding down and he felt that bigger undies would at least cover his butt so that his crack wasn’t on show so much. Ben grabbed one of the pairs from the jiffy bag and noticed that they looked slightly faded for new undies, but not having time to spare, he threw them in his kit bag and headed to the communal changing rooms. That afternoon, Ben’s group and Jason’s group were having a basketball tournament. They’d have two courts going with 5 on 5. Halfway through the afternoon, Ben and Jason called the boys to a halt and called them over for refreshments. Once everyone had downed some lemonade and cooled off in the shade, they were back on the courts. ‘You ready to call time, Ben?’ Jason yelled across the courts. Ben nodded and Jason called an end to the tournament. ‘Okay, guys, let’s go grab some more lemonade and then you can shower and head over for dinner.’ As the winning teams congratulated each other, the group gathered around and loaded up their glasses with fresh lemonade. Whilst Ben chatted to Jason, his hair was suddenly soaking wet. ‘I’m so sorry, Camp Leader Ben,’ one of the older guys said. ‘I tripped.’ Ben wiped the sticky lemonade out of his face. ‘Don’t worry, bud. It’s the end of the day.’ ‘You better get showered off quick or you’ll have wasps all over you,’ Jason said. ‘Take a shower with the guys and I’ll clear all the equipment up.’ Ben was torn. He didn’t want to look like a prude in front of the guys, but he also didn’t want to have to get naked in front of them. They’d seen enough of him already. ‘Cheers man,’ Ben said and followed the rest of the guys into the communal changing rooms, feeling more than a little apprehensive. When he walked through the door, most of the guys were already in the communal showers, so Ben managed to strip off his uniform and wrap a towel around his waist without incident. Mercifully, one of the two private shower cubicles wasn’t in use, so Ben threw his stuff in a locker and locked himself inside the cubicle. Despite showering alone, he decided to keep his briefs on, just in case the door didn’t lock or his towel dropped or something. Once he’d rinsed the lemonade from his hair and had washed himself down, Ben removed his briefs, dried off and wrapped the towel back around his waist. When he stepped back into the changing rooms, all of the boys were getting changed. Ben held his head up and walked to his locker without paying anyone any attention. He decided that if he acted normal and chilled then no one would even look at him. Yes, he was only wearing a towel, but he was holding it tightly and he’d not embarrass himself again. Ben pulled his kit bag out of his locker and pulled out the new briefs, his uniform shorts and the spare uniform t-shirt that wasn’t covered in lemonade. ‘Sorry again for the lemonade, Camp Leader Ben.’ Ben turned around to see the clumsy guy on the bench opposite. ‘No worries, we all have accidents. It’s all good.’ Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Ben let go of the death grip on his towel and yanked on his polo shirt, making sure to tug it as far down as it would go. Okay, how do I get my briefs on? Ben thought to himself. He didn’t want to drop his towel and bare all, but equally he didn’t want to struggle to get his briefs on under his towel when none of the other guys seemed remotely phased about being naked. With a deep breath, Ben grabbed his black briefs, faced the bench and let the towel drop. He quickly stepped into his briefs and got them as far as his knees before he realised that they were not a bigger size at all. If anything, they were smaller than his usual briefs. What the hell, Ben cursed in his head as he wrestled the faded black briefs over his muscled thighs. As he pulled on the waistband, he could hear the laughter behind him, but couldn’t bring himself to turn around. Come on, come on, come on, Ben thought with a panic. The briefs were around the tops of his thighs, but the material was stretched to the limit and the laughter and cat calls were so loud that he couldn’t ignore them. ‘Looks like I need some new undies,’ he half-heartedly joked over his shoulder. ‘No kidding, Camp Leader Ben. You’ll never get those up.’ Ben managed to tuck his cock and balls into the pouch and with a lot of struggling, he managed to get the briefs most of the way over his bubble butt. The waistband dug into his ass so much that he was convinced they’d leave an indent. His package bulged obscenely at the front and he quickly grabbed his shorts, wanting to cover himself up as quickly as possible. ‘Is it even worth wearing those, Camp Leader Ben?’ Ben ignored the comment and the continued laughter as he grabbed his shorts, his face beet red once again. ‘Yeah, your crack is on show,’ another of the guys yelled. Ben stupidly tried to yank the briefs up higher, which just wedgied the material between his meaty cheeks. The laughter became somewhat hysterical and Ben tugged the wedgie out, exposing the top of his slightly fuzzy crack once more. Wanting nothing more than to escape another embarrassing situation, Ben bent over to put his shorts on, but no sooner had he bent forward, the waistband of the briefs ripped with a loud SNAP on both hips and the tortured black material just hung down at the back and the front, exposing his massive bubble butt. The briefs were being held up by the leg bands alone and no matter how much Ben tried to pull the sides back together, there just wasn’t enough material to tie them together. The laughter was deafening and not wanting to look bothered by his situation, Ben grabbed the briefs and with a sharp tug, he ripped them away from his body and tossed them in his bag, before struggling to get his shorts up. It seemed to take forever for him to get his shorts over his huge ass and by the time he was trying to button them, his cock was semi-erect and he was desperate to escape. ‘You were right guys, I shouldn’t have bothered with those briefs. Let’s grab dinner.’ His face bright red, Ben grabbed his bag and quickly headed for the door, praying that this story wouldn’t spread around the camp so quickly. Ben’s briefs incident in the changing rooms eclipsed the lake story and guys were constantly asking him if he had any undies left or if he’d torn them all. By the time Monday morning rolled around, the comments had started to subside and Ben was almost used to the jokes and was starting to enjoy his time as a camp leader. Monday was going to be a great day as Ben was leading his group on a bike ride through the forest. He’d always enjoyed riding and was particularly excited at the prospect of a day of riding. Despite the exercise in the last week, Ben had been repeatedly attacking the buffet at every meal and if anything, his shorts felt tighter than they had been the week before. As he dressed that morning, he couldn’t help but notice that the waistband of his uniform shorts barely covered his crack and the material was stretched obscenely over his huge bubble butt. Maybe I should ask Jace’s dad for some new clothes? He thought as he assessed himself. With a shrug, he grabbed his bag and headed to meet his group. Everyone was in high spirits when they met at the bike shed. ‘Okay, guys, we’ve got a fun day ahead. We’ll be riding for a couple of hours this morning, we’ll stop for lunch, which you should all have with you, and then a couple of hours ride back. So, helmets on and grab a bike. We’ll be riding in single file so everyone get on and form a line behind me.’ The guys all grabbed a mountain bike, strapped on their helmets and formed a line behind Ben. Ben climbed on to the saddle of his bike, being as careful as possible not to over stretch his shorts. He settled on his saddle and turned to the guys behind him. ‘Everyone ready?’ They all shouted “yes” and Ben set off with a huge grin on his face. But unbeknownst to Ben, the guy riding behind him was stifling a laugh at the sight in front of him. On the saddle of his bike, Ben’s ample ass was half exposed, his shorts riding down about half way with his cheeks on show. Whilst he cycled with a smile, Ben was completely unaware of the scheming group of teens behind him and he would be in for a day that was certainly not the one he’d imagined that morning.

I received a request from a very creative guy who suggested a scenario I've not considered before - he wanted a guy who's gained a bit of a weight who's a summer camp leader - and here it is! Keep your submissions coming! Ben Jacobs had been best friends with Jason Lyle since they were eleven. They’d both been confident that they’d stay friends when they left high school and went to separate colleges and to ensure that happened, they both signed up to be camp leaders at the Lyle Summer Camp that Jason’s dad ran. ‘We’ll stay in touch right?’ Ben asked Jason, the weekend before they left for college. ‘Sure we will,’ Jason said with a nonchalant shrug. ‘We have camp together all next summer and it’ll be a blast.’ Ben knew he was right. He and Jason had always been tied at the hip since they’d first met. They were both average in every way; from looks to intelligence. If anything, Ben was slightly more attractive, whilst Jason was more intelligent. Ben’s first year at college when by in a haze of classes, food and parties. He’d made a few close friends and was doing well in his studies. By the time the last semester of the year had finished, Ben wasn’t sure that he really wanted do the summer camp, but his parents were adamant that the fresh air, exercise and responsibility would do him some good. If nothing else, Ben was really excited to see his best bud again and Jason was equally excited to see him. The leaders at Lyle Summer Camp were told to arrive at 11am on the first day of camp. They would be settled in and have their orientation for two days before the fifty teenagers arrived. When Ben’s dad dropped him off outside the main building, Jason ran outside to greet him. ‘Ben,’ he yelled as he pulled his best friend into a bear hug. ‘Hey Jace,’ Ben said with a grin. ‘Looks like someone enjoyed the college cafeteria,’ Jason said with a chuckle as he patted Ben’s stomach. Ben frowned slightly, but waved the comment away. ‘It looks like college agrees with you, bud. You’re stacked.’ Jason had clearly been working out during their year apart and had gone from Mr. Average to Mr Hunk. He was now toned and muscular with a new haircut that made him look like some sort of movie star. Ben had to admit that he looked great! The two of them chatted non-stop as Jason led Ben to the cabin they’d be sharing for the summer. ‘Okay, dude, your uniforms are on your bed. Get unpacked and then meet me back at the main building.’ The cabin was small, but comfortable. There were two single beds, a couple of bedside cabinets, a small wardrobe each and a tiny bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet. As Ben started unpacking, he noticed the full length mirror at the end of the beds and Jason’s comment suddenly came back to him. Ben didn’t look much different facially. He had the same untidy brown hair, the same blue eyes and strong jaw, but his body had maybe changed some. His broad shoulders now covered a frame that was a bit on the chubby side. At 5’10, the freshman 15 had definitely changed his average body to one that was a bit chunky. He didn’t have moobs, but he certainly had a bit of a gut and his once muscular thighs had chunked out a bit and his nicely rounded ass had turned into a seriously ample bubble butt. ‘I never noticed,’ Ben said as he rubbed his gut and checked out his ass in the mirror. ‘I haven’t changed that much.’ Once he was unpacked, Ben headed over to the main building and joined the other camp leaders. Ben really enjoyed getting to see the camp and learning how to lead the activities and it was great to spend time with Jason again. However, the other 3 camp leaders didn’t seem as friendly as his best friend. The other three guys were built like Jason and after stuffing his face in the cafeteria buffet, Ben was feeling more and more insecure about his body; something that the other leaders had no problem in pointing out. But, Ben refused to let it get him down. He didn’t want the body of a Greek god. He was happy being him. Who cared if he’d gotten a little chunky – it didn’t impact him so what was the big deal? However, the following morning, Ben couldn’t have been more wrong. The big deal was that both he and Jason had given the sizes for their uniforms when they’d signed up. Jason had had the foresight to get a bigger size with his muscle gain, but Ben . . . Ben was stuck with a medium shirt and 34 inch waist shorts. Ben hadn’t considered the sizes on his uniform until he woke up and finished his shower. Jason had already headed off for breakfast so Ben dropped his towel and pulled on a pair of slightly tatty Calvin Klein briefs. He grabbed the khaki coloured polo shirt and pulled it on, before glancing at the mirror with a confused expression. The shirt was snug to say the least. It hugged him like a second skin and only just covered his gut, but as soon as he stretched a little, he’d flash some skin. ‘Better keep this pulled down,’ he said with a frown. Ben grabbed the shorts and stepped into them, before pulling them up to his thighs. He struggled with the thin khaki material as he yanked them over his chunkier thighs, but his biggest problem was his ass. As he turned around and looked in the mirror, his briefs barely covered his crack and he couldn’t believe how huge his bubble butt had become. He’d always had a well-shaped ass, but now it was massive. With a lot of sweating and moaning, Ben finally got the shorts over his ass and done up, but they dug into his hips and clung tightly to his ample ass. ‘I’ll just ask Jason’s dad if they have some bigger uniforms and I’ll try and keep my shirt down. I’ll be fine.’ Ben’s optimism was quickly shattered when he met up with the other camp leaders. The comments about his uniform and the size of his butt made him feel even more self-conscious, which wasn’t helped when he yawned and put his arms above his head, flashing his belly to the others. Thankfully, Ben got to escape the other leaders as soon as the kids arrived. The camp was for boys aged 15-18, so Ben and Jason weren’t a lot older than some of the guys they were responsible for. Each leader was allocated ten of the teenagers and the first day was a simple matter of showing them to their sleeping quarters and the cafeteria, leaving them to socialise, explore and settle in. ‘When do we get to go to the lake, Ben?’ one of the guys asked as he lead them to their sleeping quarters. ‘I’ll be taking you guys down there tomorrow,’ Ben said with a smile. ‘So, I hope you’ve all remembered your swim kit.’ ‘Will you be swimming with us?’ a different guy asked. ‘Ummm sure.’ ‘Sweet, we get to see whales,’ the first guy said. The boys all laughed and Ben blushed. ‘Very funny. Now, let me show you into your sleeping cabin.’ Ben was so flustered by the whale comment that he dropped the key. He bent down to grab it and struggled to pick it up from the ground. Meanwhile, the ten guys behind him were treated to the sight of his shorts and briefs riding down half way over his huge ass, his slightly furry butt crack on full display. ‘Nice crack, Camp Leader Ben!’ ‘Yeah, put it away, fat ass!’ Ben quickly stood up, his face beet red. He tugged his shirt down and tried to pull his shorts back into place, but without success. ‘Okay, everyone pick a bed,’ Ben said as he pushed the double doors open and stepped back. The boys ran past him, which gave Ben the opportunity to tug his shorts back into place. The shorts were so snug that Ben couldn’t get his hand under the waistband to yank his briefs up, so he had to settle for pulling up the shorts over his fuzzy cheeks, leaving his briefs bunched up halfway down his butt. Once the boys were arguing over who had which bed, they had completely dropped Ben’s embarrassing plumber’s crack moment. They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the grounds whilst Ben prepped their activities for the rest of the week. The following day, Ben woke slightly late. He grabbed his swim bag and pulled on his snug uniform before heading to breakfast. The other camp leaders were mercifully nice to him during the meal, which was a relief after his embarrassment the day before. Ben managed to see Jason’s dad and briefly asked him if they had any other uniforms. ‘Sorry, Ben, but I only order them in when I need them. Looks like you could do with a bigger size. I can order one in, but it’ll take a couple of weeks.’ Ben felt determined that a couple of weeks of activities with his group would burn the pounds off, so he waved the offer away and went to meet his group. ‘Okay, guys, we’re heading down to the lake for a swim and some games this morning. Then, we’ll be back here for lunch and you’ll have the afternoon to yourselves. Has everyone got their swim kit?’ All the boys nodded and Ben led them along the forest trail to the lake. As the boys talked and joked, Ben decided that he’d get them to go in and change and then whilst they got out the equipment, he could change in peace. After the butt crack incident, he really didn’t want to deal with anymore teasing. ‘Here we are,’ Ben said as they arrived at the edge of the huge lake was that surrounded by forest. ‘The changing block is over there, so head in and change and meet me back out here.’ The guys all ran inside and were quickly back in their board shorts. ‘Okay, the equipment shed is further down the lake. I want you guys to head down there and retrieve the boards. You’ve got five minutes.’ As soon as they started running off, Ben rushed into the changing rooms and pulled off his t-shirt. He’d put on his board shorts and flip flops and be back outside before they returned. He was never usually that conscious of his body, but after the comments about his ass and his crack the day before, he just couldn’t face them seeing him tugging down his shorts as his briefs would likely come down a bit with them. Ben opened his kit bag and pulled out his navy board shorts. He breathed in to unbutton his khaki shorts and tugged them down to his ankles before kicking them away. He looked down at his snug black briefs before pulling them off as well. He didn’t want his briefs to be bunched up under his board shorts as it would just be too uncomfortable. He grabbed his board shorts and had the same problem getting them on that he did with his shorts. He hadn’t worn them since the previous summer and he mentally kicked himself for not checking they fit before he wore them. With a lot of struggling, Ben managed to keep the Velcro fastener closed if he sucked in and quickly tied the drawstring. The shorts were like a second skin and he blushed when he saw his reflection in the mirror. His bulge was prominent, his thighs looked huge and his ass stuck out like a shelf. After a quick thought, Ben pulled his uniform t-shirt back on. There was no way that he could go out there shirtless. He just couldn’t face the comments about his squidgy, slightly furry upper body. Ben threw his shorts, briefs, socks and boots into his kit bag, pushed his feet into his flip flops and headed outside, just as the boys returned with the body boards. ‘Nice shorts, Camp Leader Ben,’ one of the guys said with a smirk. ‘Thank you,’ Ben said, ignoring the sarcasm. ‘Now, you guys are going to get in the water, have a swim and play around with the body boards. Then we’ll play a few games where you guys will need to pair up.’ As the boys played, Ben went to sit down on the edge of the lake, but after hearing a slight popping sound coming from one of the seams on his board shorts, he quickly stood up and stayed standing. After an hour, Ben set them a game after one of the guys had nipped to the toilet inside the changing block. They had to get into pairs and whilst one guy was on the body board, the other would have to swim them to the island in the middle of the lake. Then they’d switch and swim back. After Ben had laid out the rules, he asked for the spare boards to be handed to him. Ben was being careful to ensure the boards were close so that he didn’t risk falling in, but when the last board was being handed to him, the guy pulled it back ever so slightly. Ben reached forward and had to bend slightly to grab it. ‘Can you pass it here please, Matt?’ Ben asked as he straightened up. Matt tossed the board over Ben’s head so it landed on the ground with a thud. ‘That wasn’t what I asked, Matt,’ Ben scolded as he turned around to pick up the board. With all the boys watching, Ben tugged his shorts up slightly to ensure his crack would be covered before bending over to grab the board when the rear seam on his board shorts split open with a loud RRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPP!!!! His huge butt cheeks were on full view and Ben’s face heated with embarrassment as he jumped up and spun around, the laughter echoing around the lake. ‘Okay okay, very funny!’ Ben said, as he tried to quieten them down. ‘Hey, Camp Leader Ben, where’s your undies? I thought we had to wear them under our board shorts.’ ‘That’s not an enforced policy. Now, I’ll go and change whilst you guys swim for a bit. We’ll pick up the game when I’m back.’ ‘Okay, Camp Leader Ben,’ Matt said with a grin. Ben did his best to walk backwards, his hands clutching the loose material of his board shorts as he tried to cover up his huge butt, but as he walked backwards, he hit the changing room block and the surprise made him jump. His hands automatically tugged and he pulled open the front of his board shorts with another loud RRRIIIPPPPP, his cock and balls flopping into view, which made the boys roar with laughter. ‘Looks like Camp Leader Ben has a semi!’ Ben turned tail and ran into the changing block, his butt bouncing to the heightened amusement of the boys. Ben slammed the door behind him and took a deep breath. How the hell had that even happened? He looked down and realised that his tug on the material had just torn the seam through the crotch and up the front. He was mortified. How could he face them when they’d seen his dick? ‘I just need to get changed and head back out there. I’m the grown up!’ Ben removed his flip flops and tattered board shorts and walked along the bench, but his kit bag had gone. He looked everywhere, but it was nowhere to be seen. Grabbing a towel from the rack, he wrapped it around his waist and held it tightly in his hand. His thigh could be seen through the split where the towel didn’t quite meet, but he was at least sufficiently covered. ‘Okay, guys. Very funny. Who hid my kit bag?’ Ben said as he stepped outside the changing room block. ‘Oh, sorry Camp Leader Ben, I thought it was mine.’ ‘It was mine, Luke. Can I have it please?’ ‘Sure, come and get it,’ Luke said as he climbed out of the lake and held up the bag. Ignoring the other boys, Ben walked over to Luke and held out his hand. ‘Bag please.’ Before Ben could take the bag, someone came up behind him and without a moment of hesitation, they yanked his towel off and slapped one of his butt cheeks. The boy all roared with laughter as Ben grabbed his bag and dashed back inside the changing rooms, the laughter almost deafening. ‘I pray the other camp leaders don’t find out about this,’ Ben said, his face still bright red as he changed back into his tight uniform and wished for the day to be over. But, unfortunately for Ben, summer camp and his embarrassment was far from over . . .