Peterbread

I live in NYC and if you've ever been there in the summer you KNOW it gets super hot, and an AC unit is a requirement.

I've had the same window AC for years and this year it was finally time to replace it as I'm moving into a new place, so I decided to go and try and get whatever was left at the Home Depot nearest to me. I asked my friend Jake if he wanted to come and he said he needed some stuff for his apartment from there so he'd tag along. 

Because I had just moved a lot of my stuff was all over the place in boxes. I hadn't done laundry before the move because this new place had a washer dryer, so I was just left with whatever I had. I was going to wear shorts because of the heat but the only ones I could find in time had paint all over them from redoing the old place's walls, so I grabbed some skinny blue jeans and a black t-shirt I'd cut the arms off. Jake was ringing the doorbell to come up, and I grabbed a pair of boxers from my backpack I had in there. They were some satin ones I was meant to use for sleeping (they're great in the summer heat). They were black, with a gold, blue, purple and red paisley bandana design all over them. I put them on quick with everything else before Jake knocked. Chucked on my shoes and a small black backpack and we headed downstairs for the subway.

As soon as we got outside the wave of heat hit me. I was honestly fine even in jeans, shorts would have been been better for sure though. We headed down the stairs. As we were waiting on the platform I took note my jeans were sagging at my usual level, right at the top of my buttcrack (not super low, I know) and took the train and got off near Home Depot. 

We walked up the avenue and seeing as it was a Saturday it was fairly busy. I had to hitch my jeans up once as they were getting halfway down my butt because of the satin boxers. I do wear satin boxers now and again when not sleeping, but I would usually wear a belt or jeans I had washed recently so they were tighter. No biggie, that's as low as I would go before I feel self-conscious about it anyway. 

Arriving at the Home depot was amazing with the air con on full blast. Me and Jake headed for the air conditioners and it was pretty grim selction-wise as summer has already started. There were a bunch of AC units in boxes on the floor so I started squatting down to read the labels. Jake went off into the store while I was looking. I was there for about 10 mins, looking at different AC's, before an employee came over and asked if I needed any help. I was crouched next to a couple I was looking at and I wanted to ask a question about them. As I stood up I realized my jeans had gone almost below my butt so I hitched them up. He helped me out and I picked the one I wanted. He said he'd meet me by the registers with the unit.

I went and found Jake who was deciding between two big pot plants. He picked his one up and we headed to to the register where we paid for our stuff. Before I took the AC, I pulled my jeans up a bit higher than usual again then hefted the box. Jake took his pot plant and we carried our stuff outside. The wave of heat hit us again on the avenue and we headed back to the subway. As I carried the awkwardly sized AC unit in it's box, trying not to bump into people, I felt my jeans at the top of my buttcrack, which was fine. We got down the subway stairs, and had to quickly get through the turnstyles as our train was arriving. We got onto the train and got seats next to eachother. The heat was starting to get to me a little and I felt a trickle going down my lower back.

We arrived at our stop. I had the AC unit on my lap while sitting and lifted it up as the doors opened. I guess I hadn't noticed because we moved so quickly down the stairs and through the turnstyles to get to the train, but my jeans were now halfway down my butt. I couldn't really do anything about it with the box in my hands, and the crowd was moving to go up the exit so I just thought whatever, and went up. Coming out at street level, my jeans were a little bit lower than half butt now. I could feel sweat on my temples and back as well and readjusted the box. I was pretty sure my boxers would be more than covered up by the t-shirt I'd cut the arms off, so I didn't think much of it.

As we were walking back to my place I was really starting to sweat. I said to Jake that I wish I had been able to wear shorts and he said I was very brave for wearing jeans in June. I could feel all of my clothes sticking to me. We got to a crossing and waited for the light to go green. Jake was starting to sweat a bit too, but not as much as me. He looked at me, kind of up and down, and he asked if I was ok. I said yeah, It's only a couple more blocks as the light signaled for us to cross. He said ok, "might wanna pull your pants up though." I was confused - I shifted the AC box to the side a bit and looked down. My jeans had gone just below my butt and my boxers were showing out the sides. I'd been so distracted by the sweat I hadn't noticed my t-shirt had ridden way up between my back and my backpack, and my jeans had been way lower than I realized. I'd had half of my boxers on display behind me for who knows how long LOL. 

As we crossed the street, and I noticed what was happening, my jeans slipped off the bottom of my butt and I quickly widened my stance to make it to the other side without them fully falling. If I hadn't been drenched in sweat, they definitely would have, and anyone watching me would have also seen me go bright red. 

As soon as we hit the curb we stopped on the corner where there's a Starbucks and I had to put the AC unit on the sidewalk, facing outward to the street so I didn't make it worse by bending over in front of all the people walking. I laughed it off with Jake but I was genuinely shocked that had happened, I'm usually very careful about not exposing my boxers. Obviously if you sag a bit it happens now and again, but I never go that low intentionally lol.

I pulled up my jeans and pulled down my shirt, which was very wet at the back. My boxers were also pretty much drenched and now uncomfortably bunched up in my sweaty jeans from my pulling them up right away on the street corner. I picked up the unit and we walked the last two blocks to my place.

I put down the unit by my front door and got out my keys. My jeans had slipped to half butt again, definitely stretched out now from today, and I opened the door for Jake. I pulled up my jeans again before taking the stairs and started listening to Jake behind me telling me about what he's planning to do with adding extra plants to his place. I felt my jeans slipping below halfway again, not much I can do with the unit in my hands. They started to slip faster because of the stairs and, then they were below my butt again. Jake laughed at me and asked if I'm ok, and I told him I've accepted what's happening lol.

By the time we got to the fourth floor, I had to waddle to the apartment door with my jeans at my thighs. I put down the AC, Jake saying "oh my god" as I bent down, (I told him to shut up), and then finally pulled my jeans up again and unlocked the door.

Like I said - I'm usually pretty good about keeping my sag at my preferred level and not showing my underwear, so this scenario was kind of horrifying for me. Looking back it's pretty funny, and Jake brings it up to tease me. Definitely put the washer dryer to use that night - all of my clothes needed it.

Do you sag around him as well? Usually if I’m around other saggers they won’t comment (I only sag a little bit), but on the odd occasion they’ll say something or there’s recognition/a relatable joke. 

6 hours ago, SaggerMatt said:

Why no s though?

Not sure, just easier that saying the full word.

Oh damn why did he take so LONG 😂 That’s awesome though he seemed completely unaware. I’ve definitely had this happen before, that little climb up the stairs is deceptive.

Yep - I’m also Ace! I tried straight and gay sexual experiences and found I just wasn’t interested. 
 

I think one of the biggest things an Ace person feels is the realization that most of the people around you want something you just don’t want, and will do things in their life/go places with the ultimate goal of sex in mind. The worst is when you’re with someone intimately and you can see in their eyes how much they want to do sexual things, to the point where they can’t even conceive that you’re not on the same page. 

Sagging or seeing guys sag has been the only thing I’ve ever been turned on by - I absolutely do not want to do anything with them though.

It took me a while to figure out, and went back and forth, but I’m comfortable now with the fact that I’m Ace and knowing that I tired everything else, just to be sure. 

The label itself is honestly helpful. It makes you feel less alienated in a world that is geared towards sex.

Hey admin! Sorry if you're seeing this twice, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to post this in the stories forum or leave it in the other thread I responded to. Either way I thought I'd put it here, no worries if it's no allowed

This was about 4 years ago I think. I’m living in the US now and I wear satin boxers sometimes, not all the time because they’re not worn as much as they were in AUS/NZ where I grew up, but I still like them though (I guess I’m just used to them).

Anyway one night I went out in nyc with a friend of mine. I was running a bit late because of work and I planned to meet him at his place in Manhattan (I lived in Brooklyn). I got home and quickly went through my clean clothes and grabbed some newish light blue jeans and a large black fitted pullover hoodie. I chucked a white t-shirt on underneath the hoodie and went into the my underwear drawer and grabbed the first boxers I found which were black satin with golden tigers all over them (pretty sure I’ve had these since I started high school lol). Snatched up my keys, wallet and phone, put on my shoes and went out the door. 

Got to my friends place and there were a a bunch of people already there. We pregamed with tequila and play some Jackbox games on his tv. Once we were all juiced up we went out to some bars planning to go to a club later. 
 

While we were out at the second bar I realized my jeans were down lower than usual. I normally sag around the top of my buttcrack or just below, not too low I know, but it’s where it feels natural/comfortable and I don’t flash my underwear. I hadn’t brought a belt either because they were Topman skinny jeans, but I knew it was probably because of the satin boxers. We’d all been drinking so I didn’t really care, plus my hoodie was big so I wasn’t too worried about my boxers showing. They weren’t falling any further so I kind of just left them there and didn’t think too much of it.

We got to the next bar which was near the club and did a round of tequila shots. I was really feeling the alcohol by now LOL. As we were walking to the club I went to check my phone and felt my pocket was lower. My jeans had gone down a little more than before, about half ass, so I hitched them up a bit. I hadn’t really been paying attention so it made sense they’d gone further down after not pulling them up for ages.

When we had our ID’s checked at the club they had slipped down to where they’d been at the first bar. We went in, did some more shots, went around and saw people we knew, danced a bit had some more drinks. At one point I went to the bathroom and noticed my jeans had been way lower than I realized, around below half-ass. I pulled them up and had to readjust my boxers because they’d been riding up from all the hitching.  After dancing/drinking a bit more getting I was getting so HOT, I went with some of my friends to coatcheck and handed over my hoodie. We stayed for a bit longer, got to our limit with alcohol then some of us decided to leave to get pizza and go to a friends rooftop. 
 

We took a subway to near where they lived. When I got out my metro card my jeans were back down to half-ass again so I pulled them up. We got to the east village and walked to the pizza place near them (which is always packed this late on a weekend). My Aussie friend had a bought a round of shots so I offered to buy two big pizza pies for the group. I was texting on my phone when the order came up and I remember this happened to quick because there were so many people in the little pizza pickup area. I went to put my phone in my pocket, and my pocket was NOT where I thought it was. I was so drunk I put my phone INTO the waistband of my jeans which were now just below half-ass again, and my phone slid my leg to my knee. I realized what had happened and had to reach into my jeans and down my leg to get it LOL. They’d become a bit looser throughout the night so it wasn’t too hard to reach, and because it was so crowded I don’t think anyone really paid attention. I pulled up my jeans again and paid for the pizzas and one of those fountain sodas with a plastic lid/straw.
 

From there we walked to our friends place which was three avenues from the subway. I was carrying the pizzas and my coke and talking with our mates, and as we reached the first avenue I was kind of aware my jeans had gone lower, this time like 3/4 ass. I was holding the pizzas, was still feeling the alcohol and kind of just didn’t give a F****, and I knew my butt would be covered by my big hoodie, so I just dismissed it and didn’t think it about it.

We got to the 1st avenue and stopped before crossing. My jeans were just about at the end of my butt now so I put the soda on top of a boxed hedge and kind of maneuvered the big pizzas into one arm carefully and grabbed my back belt loop to hitch up. We kept walking and about a block later I was laughing at something my friend said and I felt my jeans were back near the end of my butt. I didn’t have any free hands and everyone was still moving - my jeans hadn’t gone any lower than this all night so I thought it would be fine, plus my hoodie was definitley big enough to cover my butt. 
 

We got to the second avenue to cross but we didn’t stop because the light were just about to go green so we quickly went across. As we were crossing, the extra speed caused my jeans to slip below my butt for the first time. I was pretty sure my hoodie had another inch or two that had me covered. Last car in the lane was as coming a bit faster so we sped up up and I literally felt the key in my pocket go near my knee. I widened my walk a bit and knew I was probably at my hoodie’s limit now I could feel my waistband on my thighs.
 

We kept moving, talking laughing. I was drunkenly half paying attention to my jeans, keeping a wider walk but not realizing how low they really were. At one point I made an attempt to hitch up my jeans again, holding the pizzas in one arm and the drink the other, using the drink hand to hook my finger into my waist band at the back and awkwardly pulling up my jeans without tilting the soda over (which in hindsight would meant coke down into my pants LOL). As I did this, my boxers bunched up big from pulling my jeans up from that low and from only yanking the back of the waistband - but I was ok with it because I knew we were nearing someone’s place and I could fix it there.

We had a bit further to go and my jeans were back down to just above the bottom of my butt again. I’m thinking it’s fine because they don’t fall further than that without me running slightly, and I don’t pay attention as they go below my butt and go even lower, bit by bit, until as my friend is in the middle of telling me something I feel my key at my knee again. Whatever. I do the awkward maneuver with the soda hand again and hitch up with the back, boxers bunching up more. We keep going, jeans slip down again and I do my best to pull up again. It happens again and I didn’t even bother pulling up all the way this time. Eventually I just let them sit below my butt.

Coming up to the last avenue my jeans have gotten back down to the key in my pocket touching my knee. I go to the wider stance again. We get to the crossing and I’m about to try do another hitch up with the soda cup when my Aussie friend asks for a sip of my coke. Without thinking I handed him the drink from behind me as we cross, he hands it back. Then I feel literal cool air where I shouldn’t and realized my jeans had somehow slipped almost down to my knees without me realizing. I tried to pick them up from the back but couldn’t do it properly, and we had to keep moving before the lights changed , so I quickly tried to grab at the front, still trying not to spill the drink or drop the pizzas. They fell back down as soon as I let go of the back, so I pulled up from the front awkwardly hooking my finger in the waistband, but I couldn’t pull the back over my butt that way. We’re halfway over and the cars are waiting at the lights, so I try to maneuver my drink hand to grab the right side of waistband with finger my index, but instead I somehow hook into the bottom of my BOXERS and pull that up thinking it’s my pants, only to realize what I’d done when my jeans fell back down and I’m baring my whole right thigh (yes I was a drunk mess thank you). The lights change the cars start so I’m like F**** and I reach down, grab the front of my jeans with my index finger and get to the curb with my butt hanging out the back. Seriously try pulling up your jeans from your knees while moving only using one index finger, I couldn’t do it lol. I was just thankful I had a huge hoodie on.

Back on the sidewalk we slowed down so I was able to pull my jeans up on all sides. I even pulled them up higher than I would normally wear them just to be sure. We’re waking up to the apartment and yep my jeans had slipped down to below my butt again. I have one final hitch up as they unlocked the door and we stared up the 7 flights to get to the roof (it felt like 7, everyone was complaining how far it was lol).
 

We’re trying to be quiet and not wake the neighbors and I can feel my jeans below my just below butt again. There was a couple of people behind me but I was pretty sure my hoodie was covering my boxers, until my Aussie friend said on the first flight of stairs “nice tigers Peter”. I didn’t register what he meant, I looked behind and he pointed at my butt. I laughed and said whoops I didn’t realize they were so low, thinking they had to be really low to be showing from under my hoodie. I went to hook them up from the back again with my soda hand, thinking they were way down at my thighs, but they were only just below my butt which was weird, but whatever maybe my hoodie rode up so I pulled my shirt down at the back. 
 

They kept slipping down and I was pulling them back up, all the way up to the roof door. eventually my friend asked if I wanted him to hold my drink, and I said said I’m good, I knew he would just drink it ( I don’t think there was even that much left at that point). We get out onto the roof and FINALLY I can put my pizzas down on the table up there. I pull up my jeans to their normal height, now my hands are free and we chill out up on the roof, eat pizza and smoke some weed. 
 

Eventually I decided to head out and my Aussie friend does too. Btw him being Aussie has nothing to do with anything, it’s just to distinguish him from everyone else lol. 
 

We’re pretty buzzed from the weed now. We’re going down the steps and my jeans are slipping again, a lot more because of the stairs. I’m feeling all relaxed so I end up just letting them sit below my butt till we get to bottom. They’d slipped down even further and I almost lost them again on the last set of stairs. As I’m hitching them up again Aussie laughs asks me if I’m all good and I’m say yeah I should have worn a belt. He said I don’t think I’ve seen you lowride this hard before (that’s what sagging is called in AUS/NZ). He’s used to me sagging, doesn’t really say much other than the odd thing now and again, but yeah tonight I was really messy lol. He adds “yeah your tigers have been out all night”. I laugh and I’m not really thinking anything of it. 

We walked to the subway, my jeans have loosened up a lot and I’m having to pull up every 30 seconds or so when they start to go below my butt. We go into the main tunnels and we say our goodbyes - he heads for his train. When I get on my first one (I had to take two) I sit down and feel my butt get cold. I look down and notice I’m sitting on my boxers. Being this drunk and stoned i couldn’t be bothered doing anything about the fact that my jeans were lower than I normally have them and I just went with it, kind of enjoyed the freedom I guess lol.

I get on my next train, and sit down on my boxers again, now I’m accepting it and cool with it. I’m kind of dozing and I hear my stop called. I get up and my jeans almost slip down again but I’m fine because I’m not holding three things lol. 
 

I walk to my apartment, constantly pulling up my jeans, I still hadn’t had a chance to adjust my boxers but I didn’t care. It was dark and not many people were out so I let my jeans just go lower and would pick up before they got too far past my butt. 
 

I got to my place, walked into my studio and poured a glass of water and downed it to get rid of dry mouth. 
 

I had a full length mirror hanging over one of my closet doors I remember I was going over to see if my eyes were red from the weed when I just stopped and stared at myself. I was wearing everything I had left with, my light blue jeans, my white t-shirt, but the hoodie I was SURE I was wearing was gone. I literally just stood there staring at myself trying to remember where I had left it, and realized I must have forgotten it at coatcheck. ****. 
 

I’m standing there, and I notice my black satin boxers with the golden tigers on them are visible, maybe an inch or so, and my jeans are just about at the bottom at the bottom of my butt. They were still all bunched up and were ballooning over my jeans a bit at the back and the front. I pushed my jeans down below my butt to where I was pretty much leaving them while I was on the subway and on the way home, and saw that pretty much my whole butt was visible. Not only that but the front and the sides of the jeans were lower than the length of the shirt. When I was leaving the house I wasn’t expecting to take off the hoodie so I wasn’t thinking about what shirt to wear, and this one was probably one I bought, shrunk a bit in a wash and I forgot about. 
 

Holy ****. So throughout that whole night I had been drunk enough not to realize I wasn’t wearing my huge hoodie that can easily cover my butt, and my jeans had been so much lower than I’m used to. I started recounting the night and how far I think I had sagged at various points and yep, I most definitely had my boxers out way more than I realized. I always always avoid wearing small shirts because I don’t want to flash my boxers, and I love wearing longer shirts/sweaters/hoodies so I don’t have to think about it. I hadn’t worn these jeans with satin boxers before and didn’t anticipate how the combination of the denim stretching and the slipperiness of the boxers would get to the level it did.

So, now I knew now what Aussie meant about the tigers being out all night LOL. What’s wild to me is no one really said anything until he did, and again he is used to me sagging a little bit - but never this crazy.

Sorry didn’t mean for this story to be so long - I was remembering so many parts as I was writing. So lesson learned - let you friend drink your coke, otherwise you might lose your jeans in the middle of an avenue 😅

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I know I'm so annoyed at how shy I was! He was super cute but definitely straight. I have such an attraction to guys who don't even realise they're showing their boxers. The leather jacket and skinny jeans just made him 10 times hotter.

I literally have most of the stuff he was wearing, and now the underwear too!

These ones:

http://m.ae.com/web/browse/product.jsp?productId=0234_5028_064

This story is kinda long but w/e. Before you ask me for pictures, know that sadly my phone was dead - Mophie and all

Was coming home late from a party the other day, and my train was pretty empty. This cute young guy in a SnapBack came on clearly very drunk. It looked like it could have been one of his first times lol.

He's wearing some skinny Levi's jeans and one of those hooded leather jackets. He sat down across from me and sort of stared into space. Once the strain started moving he stood up instead and reached up to hold the rail (guess the motion was making him sick). When he did, I saw his jeans about a quarter was down his butt with some black and neon yellow American Eagle boxers showing. I got so turned on looking at it I'm sure I went red.

He sat down agin trying to make him self feel better, but no he stood up and went back to the rail. Now his jeans had slipped down to halfway. I could feel myself getting hard. As the train moved again his phone fell out of his jacket. He reached down to get it and his jeans went all the way down below his butt. When he reached up to the rail again I now had a full view of his boxers. Oh my god I was so glad I still had more stops.

From there he just kind of dangled and swerved with the motion of the train with his eyes closed. Every now and again his jeans would fall a little lower. I could literally feel pre cum in my boxers from looking at him!

Finally he stumbled forwards after apparently falling asleep and his jeans just dropped. His phone fell out of his pocket again. Deciding that the phone was more important than his pants being off, he fumbled around on the floor to get it. I could not believe what I was seeing. I was truly #blessed. He made a pretty pathetic attempt at pulling his jeans up to about half butt, and then lay down on the subway bench folding his arms. I could still see everything

Eventually we got off together at the last stop and I walked behind him out the door. Poor guy was stumbling and hitching up his jeans every so often. We reached the stairs down to the street and they dropped down to his thighs before he reached the bottom. Sadly he went the opposite direction from my house, but Im pretty happy with what I saw (I had a boner the whole way home lol).

What was even cooler is I managed to find the exact underwear he was wearing online - so I ordered some for myself

Hope you enjoyed my AE sponsored adventure