Frat Guys In Underwear Novels & Stories

The day before the start of a new semester, Gianna Sutton, my online girlfriend, tells me she lost me to her best friend in a dice game. I haven't even figured out what's going on when she suddenly adds me to the group chat with more than a hundred people. I notice the newly made announcement pinned to the top. "Congratulations to Natalia, our campus belle, for winning herself a 220-pound boyfriend!" Just then, someone posts a photo of me from high school. I am wearing an oversized uniform in the photo, my stomach pushing against the desk before me. I am so overweight that my eyes are barely visible. Those in the group chat immediately go wild. "That thing can't be human! It's clearly a

When I closed the door, I let out a deep sighed. I look to the mirror again as I tried to calm myself for the embarrassing moment lately. I took a deep breath before I went out and immidiately went to the bed and cover myself using a comforter. I love Manu but I do not want to see him this time! I starle when he spoke suddenly, "I've never thought you're still wearing kiddie underwear like hello kitty," He teased, while smiling mischievously. "It's not a kiddie underwear! And it is not hello kitty!" He burst at laughing as I tried to cover my full self to hide it from him. I know my face was now red, because of the embarrassment that I've felt.

It was thick, veiny, angry red, easily nine and a half inches. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It slapped against his abs before settling heavy and hard between his thighs. I stared at it. Couldn’t help it as I watched a bead of precum pearled at the slit. Ryan laughed low. “Dad doesn’t believe in underwear. Guess you know that now.” Third hand Ryan lost. He stood, dropped his shorts, and his dick was just as obscene, it was long, curved slightly up, flushed dark. Two fat cocks bobbing in the low light while I sat there in nothing but tiny shorts, soaked through.

The sound of shuffling feet broke his reverie, and he looked up to see Justin stumbling out of his makeshift bedroll, his hair a disheveled mess. “Morning,” Justin mumbled, rubbing his eyes and stretching. “Morning,” Luke replied, forcing a smile as he rose to his feet. One by one, the rest of the group began to stir. Collins groaned loudly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Man, this floor is murder on my back,” he complained, wincing as he stood. “At least you’re alive to feel it,” Mira quipped, rolling her shoulders. Justin grinned as he fished a crumpled pack of crackers from his pocket. “Breakfast, anyone?”

(Cassie POV) As Aaron and I hurried back into the dining hall, I felt a little naughty and a little excited. It is probably one of the strangest things that I have ever done: I literally put on underwear given to me by my mate’s best friend and alpha, and that underwear had pictures of super heroes giving the middle finger. They certainly violated absolutely every rule of decorum that my parents had ever taught me. At the same time, Aaron was right: there was something freeing and exhilarating about wearing them.

he said casually, showing his jersey and brand new women's underwear. Cylo and Ivo were immediately shocked to hear the words of these two bastards. They could already guess that Jeff and Law would definitely take advantage of this opportunity to do lewd things. But why did they have to wear jerseys and underwear like this? Especially since these were women's underwear. They were indeed crazy! “Besides that, you have to call me Daddy, Cylo.” “And you, Ivo. You have to call me Papa.” Ivo and Cylo looked at each other, then sighed deeply. “PERVERTED BASTARD MAFIA!!”

“We’re Demons now. Your president just gave you an order.” I laughed as the men all began to take off their clothes. Twenty big, badass bikers all turned into fucking pussies as they stripped naked, tossing aside their weapons. “Disgusting,” Ford said. “Looks like a bunch of fucking hairy bears.” “Yeah, but bears with terminal cancer,” Dow joked. “Look at them, hairy and fucking patchy.” “And a bunch of tiny little cocks,” Spoil added, grinning. I turned away from the show, not interested anymore. I headed over to the bar and found a towel. I stripped off my jacket and shirt, tossing them aside, and wiped the blood from my face.

I smiled down at her. "Here is where he screwed himself over. He never said I only had to be in my bra and underwear, he just said, and I quote, 'you have to walk around campus in your bra and underwear for a full Saturday, not allowed to change.' I wear my bra and underwear every day. My clothes are just over it, and he never said that I couldn't wear any other clothes."

I have to pray they don't say something that will get us in trouble. ------------------------------------ JULIA Are u okay drinking? NEET Yup but I haven't drank in a while ETHAN I didn't think that a nerd will be in drinking, interesting. NEET *eye rolling* It's not a law that a nerd can't drink or is there? DRACO *smirk* No there isn't, now let's stop wasting time and get drunk. ALEX The rule is whoever doesn't wanna do the dare or say the truth will have to drink 4 shots straight.

my uncle said. In my family, we don't turn down dares unless you never want to hear the end of it. My problem was my panties were all lace and skimpy. I couldn't put my pride aside, especially when I had a buzz. "That was a low blow, Uncle Frank. You know I can't let a dare go. Fuck it. Underwear night it is." To fuck with them more, I decided to wear a tight tank top too. I figured if he wanted to talk shit, I would give him the biggest case of blue balls he has ever had. I looked at myself in the mirror with the tank top on. You could practically see right through the white fabric. I could definitely see my nipples.