Camp Leader Embarrassment - Part 3 (Patreon)

Here's the next instalment in Camp Leader Ben's tale. This was a fantasy I'd had in my brain for years before I wrote this story, which all stemmed from a bike ride with friends as a teenager. I hope you guys loved this scenario as much as I did. 

For the first time since Ben had arrived at the Lyle Summer Camp, he was genuinely enjoying himself and having a great day. The sun was out and he was really enjoying the bike ride through the forest trail.

The boys kept in line behind him and joked and laughed as they pedalled over the bumpy terrain of hard earth and roots.

The only slight downside was that Ben’s shorts were continually sliding further down over his huge ass and he was certain that his underwear was now round the tops of his muscular thighs, that were even more pumped than normal, thanks to the ride.

‘Okay, guys, we’ll just get over this ridge and then we’ll stop for lunch,’ Ben yelled behind him, somewhat out of breath, from the ride.

As Ben and his group cleared the ridge, they came to a stop in a circular clearing surrounded by dense forest.

‘Make sure you all drink a bottle of water,’ Ben said as he carefully dismounted the bike.

As the boys got off their bikes and started opening up their rucksacks, Ben struggled to get his uniform shorts back up to his waist. His butt cheeks were fully on show and the sweat wasn’t remotely helping. He was hindered further by the fact that his briefs were bunched up beneath his mammoth bubble butt.

I need to sort these out, he thought, as he squirmed.

‘I just need to go and . . . umm . . . pee. I’ll be back,’ Ben said to the group as he walked as briskly as he could into the dense forest.

He didn’t go far before he was confident that he was hidden from view of the boys as they ate their lunch.

With a sigh of relief, Ben undid the straining button and fly on his shorts and with a lot of wrestling, he managed to get his shorts to his knees. They slid the rest of the way to his ankles and he shook his head in disbelief at the sight before him.

Ben’s briefs had rolled down to sit beneath his ample butt. The material was so stretched and bunched up that his pubic hair was on show, as was the base of his cock.

Thank God that I don’t have to change in front of the guys today, he thought.

Ben tried to pull his briefs up, but they were so bunched up that he just couldn’t find the waistband.

What the hell, he thought as he pulled on the material. I’m going to have to push them down so I can pull them back up.

Doing a quick check that none of the boys had wandered in his direction, Ben hooked his thumbs under the rolled material and yanked them to his knees, breathing a sigh of relief at having the bunched up briefs no longer digging into his skin.

As Ben bent over with his meaty bubble butt bare for all to see, he was unaware of the couple of guys who’d snuck away from the group and were using their t-shirts as a muffle to cover their laughter.

‘Oh come on,’ Ben hissed as he tried to unroll his bunched briefs.

As his fingers yanked and tugged on the material, his ass was in the air and his cock and balls hung between his legs causing the two guys watching him to cry with laughter. They both ducked behind some bushes to stay out of sight as they watched their Camp Leader struggle to get his underwear back up.

Ben was starting to panic that he wouldn’t be able to get his briefs back up. They were so tangled and still tight around his knees that he just couldn’t free the waistband to pull them back up.

On a whim, and after another quick check around, Ben kicked off his trainers and shorts and pushed his briefs down to his ankles, before taking them off. He picked his briefs up and without the restriction of his legs, he was able to unravel the stretched material.

‘Dammit,’ he cursed, seeing a rip underneath the waistband at the rear of the briefs.

Thinking they’d be better than nothing, Ben stepped into them and managed to get them up to his thighs without any issue. It was only as he started trying to yank them up and over his bubble butt that the rip in the rear tore further along so that there was a huge tear under the entire waistband at the back.

What was worse, was that the more Ben tugged on the briefs to get them up, the more the briefs ripped, until without warning, the waistband came free, completely separated from the rest of the material.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Ben whispered as he did another check around to ensure he was still alone.

By this point, the two guys watching were hysterical watching their Camp Leader’s wardrobe malfunction and they hadn’t failed to notice that as Ben had wrestled with his briefs, he had slowly moved further and further away from his shorts and trainers.

‘Should we steal his shorts?’ one of the guys said as Ben removed the waistband of his briefs and held it in his hands feeling defeated.

‘We better be quick,’ the other guy said.

Ben held the waistband and looked down at the overly stretched material of his briefs that barely covered his cock at the front. Without the waistband, the material sagged slightly at the top and aside from the exposure at the front, the briefs didn’t remotely cover his meaty ass at the rear.

As Ben tried to pull the worn material up so that it at least covered part of his cheeks, he didn’t notice one of the two guys crawl up behind him and grab his shorts.

It was only as Ben decided to give up, put his shorts on and head back before someone came looking for him that he noticed his shorts sticking out from under a bush, a few metres from where he’d left them.

‘What the hell?’

Ben did a quick check around and walked over to retrieve his shorts. He bent down and grabbed them, but they were stuck on something. No matter how much he tensed his muscular thighs and tugged, his shorts wouldn’t come free.

With a curse, Ben got on to his hands and knees to get a better grip, but as he leaned forward, one of the two guys grabbed his uniform shirt and yanked it over his head before tangling it up into the bushes.

Ben yelled and tried to get up, but with his shirt over his head, restricting his arms, he was stuck.

‘You just keep getting yourself in these situations, Camp Leader Ben,’ one of the guys laughed.

Before Ben could beg them to free him, he heard the sound of footsteps and the laughter of the other guys as his entire group appeared around him.

‘Guys, this isn’t funny, let me up.’ Ben pleaded, knowing how he must look on all fours, practically naked from the waist down with his huge ass on display.

‘Look at the size of that big, fuzzy butt,’ one of the older guys said with a laugh.

‘Yeah, it’s massive,’ another said.

Ben jumped as someone grabbed one of his cheeks and gave it a slap and a squeeze. His face felt like it was on fire. He had never been so humiliated in his life.

With a desperate burst of power, Ben managed to get free from the bushes and pull his slightly ripped shirt back down over his stomach.

‘Get back on your bikes now,’ he yelled at the guys in a desperate attempt to sound authoritative.

‘Sure thing,’ one of the guys said as he did a mock salute.

Ben was relieved they were doing as he’d asked, but as most of the guys headed back towards the bike, one of them loitered for a few seconds, which was just enough time to catch Ben off guard and yank off what remained of his briefs.

Ben’s cock and balls sprang free and he immediately covered them with his hands and yelled ‘What the fuck are you doing?’

The guy just burst out laughing and ran after the others.

Ben retrieved his shorts and managed to get them up before putting on his trainers. He was so embarrassed and knew it was entirely his own fault. He should have just left his briefs bunched up under his ass. What the hell had he been thinking in taking off his shorts and his briefs in the middle of the forest?

I can’t show that they’ve humiliated me, he thought as he walked out to the group.

‘Right, we’re heading straight back to the camp and when we get there, you can all explain to Mr Lyle why my shirt is ripped. I imagine those of you who apologise will get to stay, but those that don’t will be going home.’

The smirks on the boys’ faces suddenly vanished.

‘We were only messing about, Camp Leader Ben. We didn’t mean anything by it.’

‘That was not messing about. That was assault. Yes, I got myself into another predicament, but you boys took advantage and that is unacceptable. Now, get back on your bikes and get back to camp.’

Ben watched as the guys jumped on their bikes and pedalled off towards camp. He felt guilty for yelling at them, but it was the only thing he could do to cover his humiliation. He had no intentions of telling Mr Lyle.

When Ben got back to the bike sheds, the guys were all waiting for him.

One of the older guys stepped forward as Ben carefully got off of his bike. ‘We’re really sorry, Camp Leader Ben and we promise not to tell anyone what happened. Please don’t tell Mr Lyle what we did. We promise we’ll stop teasing you if you don’t tell.’

Ben breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Okay, guys. Apology accepted, but no one finds out what happened. Deal?’

The guys all nodded and murmured their agreement.

The next couple of weeks flew by and Ben felt like he’d built a great rapport with his ten guys. They’d kept to their word and hadn’t said anything to the other campers about his incident on the bike ride.

Even when Ben had had further embarrassing incidents, they’d kept their mouths shut. Like when they’d gone kayaking and Ben’s massive butt had gotten stuck in the kayak. By the time he managed to pull himself out of the kayak, his shorts and briefs had come down to his knees. Or when they’d gone hiking, Ben had climbed over a fence and torn his shorts from the top of the rear seam all the way through the crotch and up to the waistband at the front, flashing some hot pink boxer briefs that he’d worn in an emergency.

However, the group of guys had kept their word and hadn’t told any of the other campers. Not that they didn’t want to. Camp Leader Ben’s continual embarrassing accidents kept them thoroughly amused, but none of them wanted to get kicked out, so they couldn’t share the hilarious stories with the other guys.

And it was Ben’s blackmail that made the majority of the boys hold a grudge. Since he’d threatened that they’d get kicked out, six of the guys had plotted how they could get their revenge.

Yes, they couldn’t do anything without risking getting sent home, but after the second week, they’d concocted the perfect plan for the end of the summer.

The Lyle Summer Camp talent show was on the last day of camp when all of the parents would be in attendance. Despite their best efforts to get Ben to perform, he’d continually refused. During the last week of camp in rehearsals, one of the older guys had a brainwave.

‘Camp Leader Ben, would you be able to help us with something?’

‘Sure, Matt. What’s up?’ Ben said as he did as standard tug up on the rear of his shorts.

‘Well, when we’re performing the finale in the talent show, we want to have a bit of a light show to go with the last couple of rock numbers. It’s not complicated, but it means we have to have someone stood behind the curtain to press the buttons. Everyone else will have finished performing and will be out front watching, so we wondering if you’d help us out?’

‘Absolutely,’ Ben said with a smile. ‘It’ll be a shame not to watch you perform, but course I’ll help.’

‘Thanks Camp Leader Ben,’ Matt said with a grin.

‘Will he do it?’ one of the other guys, Grant, who’d grabbed Ben’s butt on the bike trail, said when Matt met them near the bike sheds with a third guy, Luke.

‘Yep, he said he’ll do the lights for us.’

‘Perfect,’ Luke said. ‘Did you get what you needed, Grant?’

‘Sure did,’ Grant said with a laugh, holding up the tub of itching powder. ‘This is gonna be the best finale ever!’