Choose Your Own Adventure - Part One (Patreon)

Here's the first full part of our Choose Your Own Adventure story. You guys decided that Oliver wore the black thong so read on to see what happens next. 

The poll for the next part will be open until Wednesday next week. If anyone has any suggestions or requests for what happens to Oliver later in the story, comment below or drop me a message! 

Unable to cope with the idea of being horny all day, Oliver grabbed the skimpy white briefs, deciding that tatty underwear would be infinitely more comfortable than slutty silky underwear.

Yes, they had a few holes and they’d seen better days, but no one would know at the office.

Oliver stepped into the briefs and got them as far as his thick thighs before he remembered how tiny they were.

“Fuck,” he hissed between clenched teeth as he yanked on the waistband.

But his strength and brute force approach didn’t fare well and with an almighty rip, the waistband came free from the rest of the briefs.

“I guess I won’t be wearing these,” he groaned as he pushed the torn material to his ankles and kicked it away.

Oliver briefly considered going commando instead of wearing the thong, but the last time he’d done that, he’d ended up with a near constant semi all day and with nothing to hold him down, it was incredibly obvious, and he’d spent the day hiding in his office.

“You can do this,” he said to his reflection in the mirror as he grabbed the slinky, black silk thong.

Oliver stepped into the skimpy thong and slid it up his muscular legs. He had to really stretch the waistband to get it over his bubble butt, and the process of spreading his cheeks and adjusting the whale tail was more than enough to make his dick start to thicken out.

With some manoeuvring, Oliver managed to get his, now semi-hard, dick inside the silk pouch and without wanting to focus too much on it, he grabbed his light grey suit pants and pulled them on, promising himself that he would definitely go to the drycleaners as this remaining suit was way too tight for comfort.

Once he’d pulled on a white shirt – the same one he’d worn the day before – he added his favourite charcoal grey tie, the light grey suit jacket, a pair of sheer socks (the only clean dress ones he had left) and a pair of polished black oxfords.

Checking himself out in the mirror, Oliver blushed slightly at the sight of his prominent bulge in the light grey material of his suit pants. The thong pouch was snug, so it lifted and presented his package much more than he remembered before.

Granted, it didn’t help that he still had a semi, and the sight of his bulge was making it worse, so he grabbed his phone and headed to the car.

By the time Oliver arrived at the office, he was already five minutes late for his meeting and the vibrations from the car had done nothing to calm down his cock.

Positioning his laptop bag in front of his obscene bulge, Oliver headed straight for the conference room.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he said as he pushed open the door and dropped down into a free chair at the end of the room.

“No worries, Ollie.”

Oliver’s boss, Drake Trentham, gave him a smile and a wink before he resumed his presentation.

Oliver had had a crush on Drake since his first day, and with his heightened state of arousal, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Drake’s juicy butt in his tight navy suit pants.

As Drake talked through a presentation that Oliver was supposed to be paying attention to, he couldn’t stop paying attention to all of the wrong things; Drake’s strong forearms, Drake’s muscular thighs, Drake’s nipples that were erect underneath the aircon.

“Focus,” Oliver chastised himself.

But focusing was nearly impossible, especially as Drake kept smiling at him with that handsome face, those blue eyes, and those perfect teeth.

Feeling his cock throbbing against the soft silk, Oliver shifted in his seat, but immediately froze.

His cock had pushed its way out of the side of the pouch and was quickly throbbing itself to full length.

“Thank you everyone. We’ll catch up again next week,” Drake said as he ended his presentation.

“Fuck,” Oliver whispered under his breath as everyone started to gather their things and stand.