Fidoin

Looks like his favorite ones are tighty whities  He wears long shirts to cover them but when they rise up, we get to see an amazing view! He knows that his pants are low and tries to cover them up when he bends down but doesnt realise that his shirt always rises up!

I dreamt of an encounter with a sagger last night, and decided to use my imagination to make this dream a real story

English is not my first language, so please pardon me for the grammar.

[Pictures will be added later to make this story  vivid.]

 

”10 hours.” I mumbled to myself. “Jesus christ. How will I be able tolerate travelling such a long distance in this tiny a** seat?” I continued to grumble as I was extremely displeased on a flight back home.  If you needed me to fly from Los Angeles to London for an urgent meeting, can’t this you at least book a decent flight for me? I thought to myself as I looked at my boarding pass. What a S***ty company.

Great. A aisle seat. Can’t even have some peace and quiet. Displeased with my seating arrangements, I continued to grumble. It was a hassle. Wearing a suit, blazer, and a tie, I couldn’t sag my pants wherever I wanted and I had to stick with these tacky pants in order to look professional. My poor Calvin Kleins hidden inside without a peek!

“Now where’s 22C?” I searched for my seat as I struggled to walk through the narrow aisles of the plane, before eventually reaching my seat. I placed my luggage directly overhead, and I saw a grumpy old lady sitting at the window seat, at seat number 22A. This is going to be a great experience. I rolled my eyes. Wearily, I sat down on my seat. I couldn’t help but to groan as this journey which was bound to be long and uncomfortable.

I took out my phone and my earplugs, ready to be disconnected from the world around me. Just at this moment, something caught my eye.

It was a young boy. He looked like he was in his teens, or even possibly in his early twenties. He carried his luggage onboard as he struggled to walk along the aisles. But what caught my attention the most was not from the way he acted; but I was focused on he dressed.

Wearing a black t-shirt that was obviously too small for him, both his biceps and nipples protruded as I could see the outline of his body extremely clearly. The shirt was extremely short, and I was amazed at the fact that the boy could even fit inside it! As I continued to glance at him, I noticed a white fabric beneath his shirt that was peeking out. It was strikingly obvious. Thinking that it could be an undershirt, my eyes shifted to his neck. At this moment, I realised that he was wearing a V-neck that was extemely low cut. I knew that the white fabric was not an undershirt. I got excited as my d*** started to harden. Jesus christ! Not now, my friend. I continued to glance at the boy as my eyes had shifted to his pants. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans that were black in colour. They were slung low as I saw that he wore a shoelace belt; in order to prevent him from losing his pants. I became excited. A sagger on the plane! The boy got closer to me as he walked along the aisle. My attention were now completely on the white fabric that had hung above his jeans.

He stopped right beside me and took a good look at his boarding pass. He nodded his head as he opened the overhead space to place his luggage. I couldn’t help myself but I had to look at him. For every action that he did, his shirt rode up so much that I could see his happy trail. My d*** continued to to remain hard. I took my briefcase and hid it. I was extremely embarrassed.

As his shirt rode up, I glanced his sagging pants and tried to determine how low his pants were; or if his underwear was ‘hiked up really high’. They were Calvin Kleins. Yes! I cheered as I saw his undies. His jeans were slung at the right height; with an appropriate amount of undies shown. I loved the way he dressed; choosing a pair of tighty whities to contrast with the darker tones of his clothes. A great sagging combination. I thought to myself. “Tsk.” I heard a sound. I glanced to my left and I saw the old lady rolling her eyes. 

”Sorry, passing through.” the boy spoke with a British accent. He walked past me as he sat at the centre of the seats, between the old lady and I. Before he sat down, he placed his hands in his back pockets. I knew what he was doing. It was to pull his pants down to a comfortable height in order for him to sit on his undies instead. I continued to glance at him.

”Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to United Airlines. This is your pilot speaking, and we will be taking off soon. Please have a seat and watch these safety videos for the case of an emergency. Thank you. ” The pilot spoke. I could not be bothered as I buckled my seatbelt. With my earplugs in, I was ready to doze off. I closed my eyes shut as I was ready to sleep, but I was extremely distracted by the sagger that I saw beside me. I couldn’t resist but to open my eyes and have a peek at those white boxers; they were such a beauty in my perspective. The contasts of the colors had made the undies even more striking. Every action that the boy made revealed much of his boxers. 

The boy got up again. “Excuse me.” He told me as he rose from his seat. His entire a** was on show. Those white Calvin Kleins were like glue, as they stuck perfectly on his butt and it revealed the curvature perfectly. I was amazed. He took his luggage as he ransacked his bag to search for an item. He left his phone on the table and showed his message coversation. It was with his mother.

”On the flight yet?” his mother texted him.

”Can’t talk now, about to take-off.” He replied his mother.

The boy came back to his seat, flashing his butt as he walked past me. He took his headphones and began to wore them.

”Okay, have a safe trip back home Davis honey!” his mother sent him another message as his phone vibrated.

His name was Davis.

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I couldn't sleep for the past two hours. No matter how hard I tried, I had to look at those tight undies peeking out. Davis was too focused on playing a game on his phone to be bothered by his tight clothing; but I was getting turned on. Davis began to shuffle at his seats as he tried to find a comfortable position to lie on to play his game. While doing so, those skinny jeans were sliding down like nobody's business but Davis was completely unaware. I was waiting for the moment for him to lose his pants.

Just as his pants slipped down further, some leg skin began to show. Jesus, his pants are really low right now! I became even more excited. At that moment, I realised something. Those Calvin Kleins were actually briefs! I realised that the front of his undies were significantly shorter than the back, and the leg skin shown proved my point as the cutting of those undies clearly reflected that of briefs. I became disappointed, as I thought we had worn a matching underwear - Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

The flight attendant came around. "Would you like your meal now?" she asked Davis. Davis took out his headphones and nodded. "Carbonara for you sir?" He nodded his head. "Some water as well, please." Davis spoke as the flight attendant handed him his meal, as well as a glass of water.

I was extremely disappointed. To think that such a fine young sagger was sagging in briefs! 

"What about you, sir?" The flight attendant asked me. "I'll take the same." I replied her. She handed me the meal. 

"Some water?" she asked me again. I shook my head. "Coffee, please." I requested.

"White or brown sugar, sir?" she asked me once more. At this point, I no longer had paid any attention to what she was speaking, as I was much affected by the scene which I saw almost immediately before.

"Some... white briefs." I told the attendant, unknowingly speaking out loud.

"Pardon me?" she questioned. "White briefs... I MEAN WHITE SUGAR!" Having realised that I spoke my thought out loud, I became embarrassed as I corrected myself almost immediately. She handed me some sugar sachets as she walked to the next passenger. Why did I do that? That was so embarrassing!

I looked around to note if anyone had caught what I said. I spent the next hour eating my meal in deep embarassment, next to Davis whose briefs were still on show.

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Davis began to shuffle at his seats repeatedly over the next few hours. I glanced at him and noted that his face became paler as compared to how it originally was. He pressed on his stomach, almost as if he was telling me that his stomach was aching desperately. However, he continued to play on his phone.

He wore his headphones as he continued to play his game. A fart was released.

Both the old lady and I turned around. We had a few seconds of eye contact before we both realised that Davis was the one who passed some gas.

More farts were heard, this time in a quick succession. Both the old lady and I glared at Davis. Davis, however, was too focused on his game that he had forgotten that he was wearing headphones. After a few minutes, a long fart was heard. Davis’s stomach grumbled. He got up, and with his pants remaining as low as it was, he walked past me. I had a complete view of his ass. I saw some brown spots on his briefs and I had a suspicion that he might have had an accident. He walked towards the washrooms and entered.

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After he exited the washroom, his face became even more pale. His walking stride had changed, with his tight skinny jeans not helping at all as he walked uncomfortably towards his seats. His hands, now pressing on his stomach, caused his shirt to crumple and had risen up. That short shirt exposed the entirety of the front part of his briefs to everyone. It was as if he was modeling for a Calvin Klein underwear line; as the low pants revealed a lot of the white garment.

”Dear passengers, we will be experiencing a slight turbulence and the plane may rock. For your safety, please ensure that you are seated and buckled up.” An announcement was made as the seatbelt sign lit up.

Davis was still on his way back to the seat as he grabbed on my chair. At this moment, the plane rocked and Davis couldn’t catch his balance. He almost fell, and I grabbed onto him in order to prevent him from experiencing a fall.

Unbeknowst to me, I had grabbed his shirt. With the movement of the plane, Davis fell forward as my hands grabbed on the back of his shirt. The forward force caused me to push his shirt, and I ended up revealing his entire back to every passenger around us.

It was a hot sight. His muscular back was revealed to everyone. Combining with his lowly slung jeans, his entire briefs were revealed as his sag showed some leg skin.

Davis’s face turned red immediately. He got up and I released my hand. He walked and sat down on his seat.

I had realised that the brown spots on his briefs were now brown patches.

[To be continued].