dontloseyourpants: Live-in-Jeans CommercialCoach’s tighty whities part 6Long story short it
dontloseyourpants: Live-in-Jeans Commercial Coach’s tighty whities part 6Long story short it was a long night for me at the park. Tucker, Gus and Caden had ambushed me after set up for the half marathon my school was hosting. Now I was bound to a light pole near the finish line for the race with my shirt pulled over my head and no pants. My Fruit of The Loom tighty whities were a stark contrast to the darkness of the night. For about an hour after the football guys left I tried to fight my way out of the bindings but my efforts were futile. Eventually I just accepted my fate, that I would spend the night like this and wake up to a crowd of people laughing at my tighty whities. I couldn’t sleep for a while but eventually I was so tired I passed out…“Hey wake up briefs boy, ready for the race?” Tucker yelled as he shook me awake. “Huh-what?” I said waking up. I felt someone approach and then my shirt was ripped off by Caden. “You didn’t think we were gonna let you hide your face today did you tighties?” Tucker approached me saying “hey while we’re all alone, how about we see how small you really are Chris?” “Wait no please!” I said but it was too late. The three jocks approached me and Tucker pulled open the front of my briefs and they all peered inside. I have regular sized balls and a little hair in my crotch but I have a total micropenis. “Holy shit dude!” Gus said. “I mean we knew you were small but this is ridiculous!” Tucker said snapping my briefs shut again. “Ok guys you’ve had your fun but can you please let me go now?” I said turning red. “What do you mean, the race just started!” Tucker said. “What? NO! Get me out of here!” I yelled “No no no” Tucker said, “this was all part of the plan. You’re gonna stand here for the next few hours and be exposed in your tighty whities as everyone finishes the race.” And that’s exactly what happened. The race turnout was record breaking this year with over 3000 participants and every single person saw me in my tighty whities. I heard all sorts of comments too. Everything from “Oh my god are those tighty whities?? Isn’t Chris a senior?” to some 8 year olds running saying “Hey I wear the same ones!”. My face was red the entire time. Several of the school’s coaches were running the race and Coach Stephens, the baseball coach, got a good laugh out of my briefs. My dad was participating in the race and he gave me a punch to the nuts when he passed giving Gus, Tucker and Caden a good laugh. Gus took photos all day to document the event too so I was sure I would see myself on social media again whenever I got out of this. About halfway through the race Tucker went to one of the rest stops and got a huge jug of water which he made me drink. I had had to pee since I woke up but was doing my best to hold it. However, after drinking the water I started to squirm quite a bit and really really needed to relieve myself. Tucker noticed and got the guys to start tickling me. After that it was game over. Gus and Caden tickled me for about 5 seconds before I started to piss myself. After I started peeing I couldn’t stop and for about 2 full minutes I wet myself. The front of my briefs was soaked by the time I was done and Tucker recorded the whole thing on his phone. Tucker then dumped another jug of water all over me causing me to start shivering, while the front of my tighty whities became completely see through allowing all the racers to see how small I really was. After the race was over the football guys escorted me home in just my tighty whities. But before they left, Tucker said “Hey Chris I have a gift for you” and then he took off his jeans. Tucker was wearing a tight white pair of boxer briefs. Then he handed me his jeans and said “You’re wearing these to school on Monday. No belt.” And then they left. Monday morning arrived and when I was getting dressed I realized my predicament. I opened my underwear drawer after taking a shower and was greeted by the same sight I got every day. My underwear drawer was filled to the brim with hanes tighty whities on one side and fruit of the loom tighty whities on the other side. I grabbed a pair of the hanes and pulled them on. I pulled on a black t shirt and then went to get Tucker’s jeans. As I pulled them on I realized why Tucker said no belt. Tucker was a lot bigger than me and his jeans were about 6 inches wider than the size I wore. This meant they sagged. A lot. So much that if I stood still they fell down enough to show off the top half of my briefs and if I moved at all they fell straight to my ankles. I took a deep breath knowing this would be a long day and put on my shoes and headed to school. I got several laughs on my way to my locker since everyone could see my tighty whities and when I got to my locker I realized how hard today would be. I realized I couldn’t carry my books to class and hold my pants up at the same time so I left my books at my locker and went to my first class. I had biology 1st period with Coach Stephens, the baseball coach. He was one of the many many people who saw my tighty whities at the race on saturday. I hung my head low and walked in. Class started soon after and Coach Stephens announced we’d be reading from the text book out loud for the first part of class. I groaned knowing I’d be in a heap of trouble for neglecting to bring my textbook. The other students took turns reading out loud until eventually it was my turn. I was silent. “Chris what’s the matter? It’s your turn to read. Still shell shocked from Saturday?” Coach Stephens laughed as the class joined in. “I forgot to bring my textbook.” I announced. “Well that’s no problem Chris just come grab a spare from behind my desk.” Coach responded. I grabbed the waist of my jeans and held them up as I approached the front of the class. All of a sudden Coach Stephens said “Think fast!” As he tossed a baseball my way. Then, my reflexes betrayed me and my hands let go of my pants and caught the baseball. My pants immediately fell straight to my ankles as I stood in front of Coach Stephens and the whole class revealing my hanes tighty whities. The class erupted in laughter as I scrambled to pull my pants up. Before I could though Seth, one of the linebackers from the football team, stuck his foot out and stomped it down on my jeans keeping me from pulling them up. My face turned beet red as I tried to use my short black shirt to cover my briefs. Eventually the class died down and Seth let me pull my pants back up. I got the text book and sat down. This was going to be a long day… -- source link