Photo Story #32 (Patreon)

I saw this posted on twitter (X) by a guy called @loganeatsbutter - feel free to check out the original post as there's a video of the rip in progress, which I fully recommend. But, as soon as I saw this post, I had to steal this pic for a story - you may also notice where I got my inspiration from for Adonis' silver thong in CYOA Dan. Anyway, we seem to be in a wedding theme at the moment, so it felt SUITable! Enjoy!

When Logan was invited to his cousin's wedding, he had expected an eventful day with family and friends. What he hadn't expected was to end the night with his sexy ass on show, whilst being mercilessly ribbed by his auntie.

The wedding hadn't gotten off to a great start. The happy couple looked amazing and Logan was feeling at his best wearing his favourite dark grey three-piece suit with a white shirt and polished black oxfords.

The speeches were hilarious, the food was incredible, and the alcohol had started flowing from the second they left the church.

When Logan had first arrived at the church, he had felt a little self conscious. Given how tight his dark grey suit pants had become, wearing briefs or boxer briefs gave him a very distinct visible briefs line, so he decided to be a little risqué and opted to wear a new grey thong. He often wore thongs at home, but wearing one around his family felt naughty, like he was doing something incredibly risky.

As he'd taken in his seat in the church, he was conscious of the strap between his meaty cheeks as it pulled tight against his hole, and as he'd followed the other guests outside, he could feel how snug the soft pouch was against his balls.

As the reception kicked off and the drinks started flowing, Logan became less and less aware of the thong nestled between his butt and just enjoyed the wedding.

By the time the first dance was done, and the cake was cut, Logan was well and truly sloshed, and having the time of his life.

He spent the majority of his time on the dance floor with his cousins, with a drink in his hand that seemed to magically refill every time he downed it.

Logan had removed his jacket and his shirt was damp with sweat beneath his vest as he swayed his hips to the music.

It was during a particularly upbeat number that Logan's evening suddenly took a dramatic turn. Fuelled by alcohol and enjoying being the centre of attention, Logan had gone down on his knees and had shimmied backwards until his back was against the floor.

He could feel his suit pants digging into his thighs, but the drinks completely blocked out any thought of how that could affect him negatively.

Logan decided to jump from his kneeled position into a squat to really impress everyone but as he jumped into the squat, his meaty butt pushed his suit pants too far and they shredded open along the rear seam from waistband to crotch.

There was no doubt what had happened and Logan's hands flew to his ass, immediately yelling out "Fuck, I'm wearing a thong."

What made matters worse was that his aunt was filming the whole thing, and proceeded to burst into cackles of laughter at the sight. Logan's cousins were soon joining in as they desperately tried to see the rip and his bare cheeks.

Blushing profusely, Logan shook them off and ran for the exit, keeping a death grip on the ripped material in a desperate attempt to hide his cheeks.

He made it to the restroom where he turned around to inspect the damage, and it was worse than he'd feared. The pants had not only split along the rear seam, but had also ripped partly along the waistband, meaning his bare cheeks and the top of his thong were both fully on show.

Fuck, he cursed as he tried to work out how he'd get home.

The other problem was that the combination of the embarrassment and feeling up his cheeks, and seeing his thong, meant that the pouch was suddenly a lot tighter. With a confused tilt of his head, Logan grabbed his bulge and was surprised to find that he was hard as a rock.

With the alcohol still ruling his brain, he unzipped his suit pants and wrestled his now hard cock free from the thong pouch. He turned around so that he could look at the rip in the mirror as he jerked his cock.

Unfortunately for Logan, he'd forgotten to lock the restroom door, and it was at that moment that one of the hot bartenders he'd been flirting with earlier decided to enter the room.

"Now there's a sight I didn't think I'd see this evening."

Logan gasped as he spun around, his cock still in hand. "I can explain."

"Oh you are gonna do so much more than that," the bartender said with a grin.