Photo Story #26 (Patreon)

There are few people who don't regret a drunken night out, but there are a few who can say that they ended up flashing an entire club of people.

After a stressful week at work, Phil had been looking forward to a night of drinks and dancing with a couple of his closest friends. It had been months since Phil had gone out and he'd been surprised at how snug his favourite black jeans were when he started getting changed.

Phil tried pulling them on over his boxer shorts multiple times, but he just couldn't get them over the bulky material.

Deciding to be a little risqué on a Saturday night, Phil yanked off his boxer shorts and pulled on his jeans commando. His jeans were snug enough now that they were like a second skin, and they were so well worn that the material was deliciously soft against his junk.

Phil finished the outfit with his fave navy shirt and a pair of polished slip-on shoes. He examined his reflection in the mirror and couldn't deny that his jeans looked good on him, hugging every muscled curve of his thighs and ass.

The evening started off well with 2 for 1 cocktails at one of their favourite bars. Phil was having a great time, and by 9pm, it took no convincing from his buddies to head over to a new club when it opened.

The club was rammed with people by 10pm and Phil had lost count of how many drinks he'd had. He was dancing with his buddies and a group of strangers on the tightly packed dance floor.

It was during a particular favourite song of Phil's that he squatted down and felt something amiss.

Looking down, he noticed a rip near the right knee of his jeans - it looked almost like a ladder in a pair of tights the way the material at the seam had just shredded apart.

But Phil was drunk and a rip near his knee was no big deal so he carried on dancing with his friend.

As Phil necked another shot of tequila and started jumping around to an old school rock song, he was completely unaware of the rip in his jeans slowly travelling north. The ladder effect continued along his thigh until the rip had reached the crotch of his jeans.

Completely blinded to the state of his jeans, Phil dropped into a squat on the last note of the song, and that's when the worst happened . . .

His jeans ripped wide open at the crotch, the old worn seams giving up completely as they split apart from along the fly seam, the crotch and the rear seam. His cock and balls flopped into the warm air of the club and everyone in his vicinity gasped in shock as Phil exposed himself.

Looking down and seeing his dick on show, Phil immediately clasped his hands over his cock, but it was already too late as people started filming him on their phones and laughing.

Phil's two buddies tried to help, but Phil was suddenly feeling a lot less drunk as he tried to leave the dance floor. He kept both hands clamped over his manhood, unable to hide his bare ass that people openly slapped and groped as he moved past them.

By the time he reached the edge of the dance floor, the rip on his right leg was travelling down to his calf, and Phil had the sudden terrifying thought that he might lose his jeans completely.

It was as that thought entered his head that two guys grabbed the back of his jeans and yanked as hard as they could. Phil stumbled back, but quickly regained his footing. The only issue was that he was now stood in just his shirt, socks and slip-on dress shoes.

Phil's jeans were gone and he was naked from the waist down in the middle of a club.

This would be the most humiliating night in Phil's life.