Tyler - Create Your Own Adventure 2024 - Part One (Patreon)

You guys voted for Tyler to ditch his clothes and walk off in his tighty whities. Read on to find out what happens, and don't forget to vote for what you want to see Tyler do next! 

Wanting to ensure he had as much privacy as possible, Tyler headed into the stacks in the back corner nearest him. He had no idea why he was doing this, or what it would achieve, but his cock was at full mast inside his undies, and he needed an adrenaline rush.

“Here goes nothing,” he whispered to himself as he did a quick check around to make sure no one had randomly appeared.

Tyler grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and with a deep breath, he pulled off it over his head revealing his toned, slim body.

With his heart hammering in his chest, Tyler placed his shirt on one of the shelves, before kicking off his sneakers.

“What the hell am I doing?” Tyler said quietly as he looked around again.

Confident he was still alone, Tyler unbuckled his belt, the sound of the metal seeming to echo loudly around him. He undid the button on his jeans and with a slightly trembling hand, he lowered the fly.

Tyler’s jeans dropped to his ankles exposing his throbbing cock tenting his tighty whities.

On unsteady feet, Tyler kicked off his jeans before bending over and picking them up, and then placing them on a different shelf to his shirt. He wasn’t quite sure why he was placing his clothes on the shelves rather than leaving them in a pile on the floor, but there was something about seeing his jeans folded on a shelf that felt even naughtier.

Tyler ran a hand over his flat stomach, down to his throbbing bulge, where he gripped his cock through his stretched tighty whities.

“Fuck,” he gasped, surprised at how close to the edge he was without even jerking off.

After another check to make sure he was still alone, Tyler stretched around and grabbed the waistband of his tighty whities with his right hand. His newfound obsession with wedgies, and the way it felt to have his briefs yanked between his cheeks, was a complete mystery to him, but he needed that sensation.

Tyler yanked up on the waistband and moaned a little as the material wedged between his cheeks, pulling hard at the tight pouch at the front. Unable to bear the pull anymore, Tyler let go of the waistband, but before he unpicked it, he had an idea.

What if he left his briefs wedged between his cheeks and walked to the next stack over? He could leave his clothes and sneakers where they were. After all, there was no one around. Maybe when he got to the next stack, he could slap his cheeks or give himself another wedgie?

Tyler walked to the end of the stack he was stood in and peered around the corner to the walkway, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his hands slightly sweaty.

No one to be seen.

Tyler stepped out and practically ran to the next stack, relieved to still be alone. He walked to the end, his briefs tugging between his cheeks where they were still wedged.

As Tyler looked down at himself, he was surprised to see a wet spot of precum growing on his tighty whities where his cock was leaking so much.

“Fuck, I better be careful.”

Deciding to try something different, Tyler positioned himself against one of the shelves, opened his palm and slapped his right cheek as hard as he could. The slap echoed around the library as he hissed between his teeth and his cock lurched in his briefs.

Unable to control himself, Tyler stroked his cock a couple of times through the damp white cotton, but immediately stopped when he felt his balls tense up.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

He was just about to decide what to do next when he heard something. Tyler staggered back against the shelf when he realised what the noise was.

Footsteps.

Footsteps growing louder.

Which meant only one thing.

Someone was coming towards him, where he was stood in the library hard as a rock in just his tighty whities.

Fuck!