dublsagger2damax

Most of us sag, because it's cool. I don't doubt that at all.

My point was that sagging is a always a potential sexual signal, because it can be perceived as one. Just imagine that you sag and stretch, UBCSagger, and a girl sees your boxers. That might make her think about sex (with you or in general) - even if you didn't want that at all. The sight of underwear makes it likely to think about what's underneath it, after all, and sagging is a kind of stripping.

Have you ever wondered why some people hate sagging so much? Alright, it's against social convention. But why should one make so much fuss about that? As we all know, there are even laws against sagging. But there are no laws against picking your nose or burping in public. Why the difference?

I think people are upset by the sexual connotations of sagging. And those connotations wouldn't go away even if the world was populated only by straight people who sagged because they wanted to fit in with the cool kids.

So, most of us sag mostly, because it looks cool, but that's not the whole story.

I do agree with you on this point, however, straight saggers are ignorant to the sexual signal that sagging portrays. Mainly we do it for your clearly stated reason: just because it looks cool. Along with what JustinKool said and what I think, when (and I mean no offense to this to anyone) a gay sagger comments on our sag, we take it as just a compliment of the sag and not a sexual compliment just because we choose to ignore the sexual signal.

I completely agree with this. Sagging does send a sexual signal, it's true. Some choose to take it that way, and some choose to ignore it and look at the sagging as simply fashion. I, being straight, do the latter. But there's nothing wrong with taking it the other way.

If a gay guy noticed my sag and complemented me on it, I'd simply thank him and walk away. This would show that I am clearly straight and not interested in anything. I see nothing wrong with that, he likes it for one reason (or both), I like it for another.

My thoughts exactly.

Why is it so hard to believe that a straight guy can like sagging pants just as much as anyone else on this site without there being some kind of latent reasoning behind it?

Sorry for the slow posting. Wasn't in the writing mood for a while. But, now I have two new chapters. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 12 and 13

Vincent's mind was pretty preoccupied with his position with Carlos to focus on school. He just found out that his friend is gay. The rumor of him being gay died down pretty quickly with many people knowing his Christian upbringing, but Carlos's position was not as stable. None of the girls made fun of him, but some but not all guys, namely Lars's friends mocked, teased, and berated him. Some of the girls criticized Lars for this, but it didn't seem to help Carlos's mood. He was pretty distraught over the situation. He and Carlos didn't talk as much with each other as they were still faced with the fact that Carlos is gay. It's not that Vincent didn't want to talk to Carlos and vice versa, but it would just result in a weird conversation.

Another thought that ran through Vincent's mind, the thought that Lars yelled and threatened Vincent about his "sag" instead of looking at his **** or his ass (but Vincent didn't do this) confused him. Would glancing at someone's sag for a split second really cause them to act violently? Carlos didn't threaten Vincent when he commented on his sag... well, not completely, but still.

The week didn't act to change this behavior. It went as upsetting and awkward as the second day. Both Vincent and Carlos couldn't wait until the weekend to take the chance to relax from this terrible week. Vincent wanted to hang out and talk with Carlos, but he didn't have the willpower to face an awkward confrontation with Carlos. For now, he just relaxed up in his bedroom on his bed and looked at the ceiling, alone with his thoughts. His dad knocked on the door.

"Vincent, can I come in and talk to you?"

"Come in."

"Vincent, are you alright? This whole situation has you pretty upset. Do you want to see your friend?"

"Yeah--I mean, yes. But...it might be awkward. It's just that--"

"Look, Vincent. I know you and Carlos are good friends. He's literally the first friend you made at that school. If you are really good friends, you will see past any difference. Gender, race, even orientation."

"I just thought that since we're Christians..."

"...that...we wouldn't approve?"

"Yeah."

"Vincent, you made a friend. That's all that matters. We can't judge you on who you associate with. Sure, we're Christians, but that doesn't mean it has to be a restriction to who your friends are."

"...thanks, Dad."

"No problem. You should talk to Carlos again. Me and your mom are going to visit the new neighbors. You wanna come?"

"Sure."

Vincent felt alleviated by the stress of the situation at hand, now that his father seemed to approve of Carlos now. Now, Vincent would keep that in the back of his mind for now as he met the new neighbors. His mom was pretty excited about meeting new neighbors. Rarely, anyone moved into their neighborhood, seeing as it was on the pricey side. So she pulled out all the stops: brownies on a plate, a whitened smile, and the dressiest clothes she had. Vincent's dad, not so much. Just his average clothes and a normal smile. Vincent was in the middle of both of these areas.

As the Goldsworthies rang the next door doorbell, Vincent was surprised to meet a teenager about his age to answer the doorbell.

"Hey," the teenager said.

"He--," Vincent was about to say.

"Hey! We're your next door neighbors! We bought brownies!" Vincent's mom said, very enthusiastically.

"Um, hey," the teen replied. "Hey, mom! Dad! The new neighbors are here!"

"We'll be right there! Invite them in!"

The teen invited them in to the living room. Vincent was surprised to see a teen in a dress shirt on a Saturday. Guess the parents told him to be well-dressed for today since they might have visitors. The teen's parents and big brother came down the stairs similarly dressed to how Vincent's parents dressed.

"Hello," the woman said. "I'm Jeanette Thompson and this is my husband, Heath. And these two wonderful young men are my eldest son Nicholas and young Lucien here."

"Just call me Luke and him Nick," Luke said in conjunction with his mother's statement.

"Hello, Jeanette. I'm Rose Goldsworthy, and this is my husband Evan. And this is my only son Vincent."

"Hey," Vincent and his dad said.

"We made brownies for you. Hope you enjoy them."

"Oh, thank you, Rose," Jeanette replied. "Luke, will you take these into the kitchen?"

"Sure."

Vincent's parents and Luke's parents went to sit down and converse about random crap that Vincent could care less about to listen to. Luke initiated a conversation between him and Vincent.

"So...hey," Luke started.

"Hey," Vincent replied.

"How's the school here?"

"Eh, it's OK since I've been going there."

"Cool, cool."

"Are there any other teens here?"

"Not really in this neighborhood, but in some of the adjacent ones, yeah. Kind of a walk, though."

"Eh, I can handle it."

As the hours drifted by, it was about 7:00 pm. Luke's parents paid for pizza for dinner with the Goldsworthies, so no need for food now. Vincent was pretty excited to know a new teen in the neighborhood. Luke Thompson. Hopefully, they could become friends. Now, as they left the Thompson's house, the thought of Carlos pressed back to the front of his mind. He was ready to talk with Carlos again, despite the level of awkwardness.

Lars went home from the store with some stolen merchandise in his pocket. His mom questioned him for being out so late without calling.

"Where were you now?"

"Out with some friends. Why?"

"Last time you were out with some friends, I had to get you from the police station."

"So?"

"Lars, do you know where your life is headed? You have two convictions of petty theft and drug possession, you have a GPA of 1.6 with no sight of going up, and for God's sake, will you pull your f***ing pants up?"

"I'm going to my room."

"Whatever"

"F***ing b****," Lars muttered under his breath.

Lars's room was laced with rap posters, shoes, clothes, and some marijuana and stolen stuff. He rarely had anyone in his room, so this wasn't a problem for him. He went to pick up his camera and started to take a few pictures of himself... and his clothing in a certain style. He started to change clothes and repeat the process. He went to go upload these photos to the one site no one ever would suspect him to be a member of...

(end of chapter 12)

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(beginning of chapter 13)

That following Monday, Vincent was in the best mood he's been in a while. He got to meet a new person, he was his age, and best of all, he had the courage to talk to his best friend.

As Vincent exited his house for school, he saw Luke doing the same. Nick was still getting ready. So, Vincent could take the time to talk with Luke. As he did this, he noticed Luke wasn't dressed the same as he was on Saturday. Vincent was a mix of confused and relieved, so he looked past this.

"Hey," Luke said.

"Hey," Vincent replied. "What's up?"

"School."

"Right. Hey, follow me to the bus stop."

"Alright."

As Luke followed Vincent, as soon as they turned the corner, Luke shifted his pants down to his midthigh area, exposing some red plaid boxers. He then put on a hoodie and some Osiris shoes. Now, Vincent was very confused now.

"What just happened?" Vincent asked.

"Oh, right. Well, I'm kind of a sagger, just not around my parents yet. My brother taught me how and he sags in front of our parents. i kind of want to be as confident as him with sagging," Luke replied.

"OK...cool."

As they walked down to the bus stop, Vincent was confused with what just happened. He was shy to sag with his parents around, but not in public. Anyway, Vincent saw Carlos at the bus stop and was pretty excited to see him.

"Carlos!" Vincent said to get his attention.

"Hey, Vincent," Carlos replied. He seemed happy to be talking to Vincent again.

"Look, this last week was pretty awkward, but, I kind of miss talking to you."

"Same here, man. Who's this?"

"This is Luke. He just moved here."

"Cool. Nice shoes, man."

"Thanks," Luke replied.

Carlos wanted to comment on the guy's sag, but he knew this was one of those "unspoken" rules of sagging. Anyway, Vincent, Luke, and Carlos started talking about random stuff. Vincent was glad to be talking to Carlos again and with Luke. Turns out Luke has similar schedules to that of Vincent and Carlos. Hopefully, they all would become friends.

With Vincent, Luke and Carlos getting ready for school, Lars did the same and left his house. Lars, with cell phone in ear, finished up a conversation with a random person.

"...so one day soon, we'll meet up. Yeah, you should wear that. That, too. Alright, talk to you later."

"Hey, Lars, who you talkin' to a minute ago?" one of his friends asked.

"Just some b**** i met the other day at a club."

"Nice. Looks like those fake IDs are working well."

"Yeah, man."

"Can we meet her, man? She must be damn fine."

"Nah, man. He--She only wants to see me. Sorry, man."

Lars covered up his misspeak really well, with great emphasis. No one took notice of it.

All I basically know is that he's Mark Wahlberg and he once was a rapper known as "Marky Mark" and... the video says it all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_2NpcmCnhM&feature=player_embedded

Chapter 10 and 11

The school week would present to be an awkward one between Vincent and Carlos. After that completely awkward get-together that weekend, there might be a little tension between Vincent and Carlos's relationship. Vincent knew Carlos would be avoidant of him due to his parents' feelings towards his sagging, but would that stop Vincent from talking to his best friend. What do you think? As Vincent approached the bus stop, he thought about what his parents said and he then completely got the thought out of his head.

"Carlos," Vincent said.

"Hey, man," Carlos replied.

"Sorry about Saturday."

"Don't worry. It's not the worst encounter I've ever had with a parent."

"You're used to that?"

"You think that was the only time a parent has asked about my style? You're kidding me, right?"

"Well, was my parents' encounter with you the worst?"

"I'd say in the top three."

As their conversation died down, the bus arrived. When they got to the school, Vincent headed to his first period classroom. There, he just started drawing a picture of his classroom from memory. It started to turn out really well. This was before anyone showed up for class. While Vincent was drawing, a silhouette appeared over his sketchbook. Vincent looked up and saw it was Carlos looming over him.

"Hey, Carlos. What's up?" Vincent asked.

"Nothing. I actually wanted to ask you if you were doing anything after school today," Carlos said.

"No. Nothing important."

"Cool. Do you want to just walk around the town, go to the store, stuff like that?"

"Sure. Why not."

Vincent knew his parents would never go for letting him hang out with Carlos after that terrible weekend, so he made up something for school. Before school started, he called his parents and told them that he was staying after for an after school club and that he would walk home.

During the course of the school day, Vincent and Carlos just chatted about random things that happened throughout the day. They had similar schedules, so they mainly could talk about anything throughout the day. They seemed to enjoy each others company very much since, over the course of the day, they got in trouble for talking a lot in class. Vincent and Carlos's anticipation for the end of the day was very high since they couldn't wait to hang out without any stress impacting their conversations. With this, Vincent didn't even notice what Carlos was sagging today.

As after school came, around 2:30, Vincent waited outside the front of the school for Carlos. Carlos came out of the building two minutes later. He apologized for being late, but Vincent didn't seem to care. They started to walk down the street that was on the way to the mall. They walked about 10 minutes on that street. While they walked, Carlos asked the most random question.

"What made you want to become friends with me?" he asked.

"Oh, um, well...you were actually the first person that talked to me in this whole school," Vincent replied.

"Really? None of the preps or nerds talked to you?"

"No one did. We just met in a hallway after we bumped into each other."

They laughed after this.

Lars and some of his friends were walking around a corner the opposite way of Carlos and Vincent.

"...and so, I punched him in the face," Lars finished.

"Nice man," one of his followers said.

As the two groups approached each other, Vincent bumped into Lars. Vincent fell on the ground and saw that Lars was sagging some Southpole jeans. As for the split second Vincent's eyes were fixed on Lars's sag, and technically his underwear, Lars saw this.

"Hey, you gay-a** b****. You lookin' at my sag?" Lars said as he picked up Vincent off the ground and held him threateningly against the wall.

"N-n-no," Vincent stammered as he feared for his life.

"Lars, let him go!" Carlos said.

Lars averted his red-eye gaze from Vincent to Carlos. He dropped Vincent back on the ground and approached Carlos aggressively.

"So what? He your little butt-buddy, Montoya?" Lars said.

"No. Why don't you get out of here? We aren't even doing anything," Carlos replied as he tried to stand up to him.

Lars started to back off and him and his crew walked off in the other direction. Carlos helped up Vincent off the ground.

"Thanks, Carlos," Vincent said.

"No problem. Maybe we should head on home now," Carlos said.

"Yeah. I don't want to get in any more trouble than I think I might have set myself up for tonight."

As they walked home, they didn't really talk much. They were pretty stricken by what had just happened.

"Lars, what are you gonna do to 'em?" another of Lars's followers said.

"I already got a plan for those two..." he replied.

(end of chapter 10)

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(start of chapter 11)

As Vincent and Carlos got to school the next day, they were still pretty shaken of what had taken place yesterday afternoon. They didn't really talk about the event since it was kind of awkward to bring up. When they got to the school people were gazing at them and whispered to themselves, seemingly about them.

Vincent asked Carlos, "What's going on?"

"I have no idea."

Lars and his friends laughed to themselves and high-fived each other as Vincent and Carlos walked by. They ignored it, but they were in for a big surprise when they walked inside the school...

GAY.

There were pictures all over school of Carlos and Vincent, some of them separate and some of them together with this simple caption under it in pink spray paint. Some had a pink heart around some of the pictures of the two of them. People saw the two and started either laughing or whispering about them. Vincent didn't know what to do. He was frozen for about 10 seconds and then he jetted upstairs into his first period classroom.

As he ran through the hallway, his face was plastered against the hallway with similar pictures that he thought Lars and his followers posted everywhere around the school. He didn't know what to feel. He got in the classroom and just put his head down on his desk. Carlos came in after him and tried to console him. Vincent saw Carlos had come in.

"I went to a Christian elementary and middle school, both private. Most people here know that. Who would spread a rumor that I'm gay? I'm only attracted to girls," Vincent said.

"Dude, everyone knows that about you. The rumor will die down quickly," Carlos said.

Carlos was a lot more broken inside than Vincent was.

"What about you? How do you feel?"

"Exposed."

"Why? It's not like you're..."

Carlos didn't say anything.

"Wait. Are you...?"

"...yes. I'm... gay..."

Vincent was stricken to hear this news about his best friend. He wasn't angry or sad or anything. He didn't know what to feel.

Throughout the day, there was teasing, laughter, whispering and Vincent and Carlos did not talk at all to each other after school started. Not because of tension, but because of awkwardness. Vincent didn't start talking to Carlos until after school ended.

"Have you always been gay?" Vincent asked.

"I've known since 7th grade. I wasn't attracted to girls as I was to guys. You aren't gay?" Carlos said.

"No! I went to a Christian--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Christian school, blah, blah, blah. Just because you went to a Christian school doesn't mean you aren't gay. I'm Catholic and I'm gay."

"Look, I'm a little conflicted with emotion right now. I'll talk to you later."

"Fine, man. See you later."

Vincent's parents heard about what happened at school, so they rushed to his aide, despite him not wanting any.

"Vincent, are you OK? Do you want to talk?" Vincent's mom said.

"No, Mom. I'll be upstairs," Vincent replied.

"Vinny, I just talked to Carlos's parents. We're going to get together to figure out how to resolve this issue," his dad said.

"Fine, Dad. I'll be upstairs," Vincent said more aggravated.

"Vincent, do you--" Vincent's mom started.

"Look, I'm fine! I'm going to go lay down."

"We'll be down here if you want to talk."

Vincent turned on his computer and signed on to Saggerworld. He saw his "friend" OfficialSag was online. He wanted to see if he could help him with his issue that he is facing.

saggerv14: How do you deal with someone you know that is gay?

OfficialSag: well, i know a lot of gay people and i am gay, so i find it easy

saggerv14: What?

OfficialSag: im gay

saggerv14 is offline.

Vincent quickly turned off his computer after reading that message.

His best friend is gay.

His "sagger friend" is gay.

Is sagging gay? This was only one of the billion questions that roared through his mind that day as he actually rested on his bead after 5 minutes of pondering this issue. What happens next?

The next day, a moving truck starts unloading things from the back and a new family moves in next door.

If you're more of a fan of the "low baggy sagging" style, this video is for you. Even though the video's a little short, it shows a guy with an awesome low double sag.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMliMaeZGNs

I completely agree with Justin. You have two straight readers that enjoy this story. Can't wait for more!

I realize that I miss writing this story. So, here's more...

But, before I do that, let me catch up anyone just reading this for the first time. So, Vincent, after about 14 years of his life of going to private school, has decided to go to a public high school. When he ventures into it, he is faced with a new world he couldn't comprehend at first sight. He met Carlos, who was a sagger, and Vincent knew nothing about this style of dress. He researches it on the internet and starts to act differently to adjust to this new life he is now faced with. He has made new friends and not so many enemies, but anything is possible...

Chapter 9

After a mundane school week, Vincent looked forward to hanging out with Carlos today. He ran around cleaning the house like someone with OCD. His mom was wondering why he was doing this.

"Vincent, what on earth are you doing?" asked Vincent's mom.

"Nothing. Just cleaning a little," Vincent replied.

"Well, you seem like you're doing something."

"No, pretty normal, Mom."

"Alright. Oh, I forgot. Your dad is coming home soon for lunch."

"Cool. Hey, Mom, do you have any idea who might be moving into the house next door?"

"I think someone said that some family named the Thompsons is moving in."

"Do they have a kid my age?"

"I'm not sure, honey. I guess you'll have to wait."

After about 10 minutes, Vincent's dad came home. He was tired of work and just wanted to eat a sandwich.

"Hi, honey. How was work so far?"

"Tiring. I hate working with some of the people," Vincent's father said.

"Well, at least, you're through half of it."

"Hmm. It smells like pine in here. You do some cleaning, honey?"

"Nope. All Vincent."

"That's nice of him. Any specific reason?"

The doorbell rang as soon as that question was finished being asked. Vincent didn't tell his parents about Carlos because he doesn't know how they'd react to Carlos's style of dress. He prayed that this didn't go awry. Vincent's mom answered the door...

"Hola, Mrs. Goldsworthy. I'm Carlos," Carlos said innocently.

"Oh..." Vincent's mom said as she looked at Carlos up and down and saw his sagging. "Hello, Carlos. May I help you?"

"Um...well, I'm here to see Vincent."

"Oh...um, Vincent, can you come here?"

"Who's at the door, honey?" Vincent's dad said.

"A person who knows Vincent."

"It's actually mutual, Mom," Vincent said. "Carlos is my friend."

"Really."

"Yes, Mom. I invited him over."

"Alright. Come in, Carlos."

Vincent knew this wasn't going well.

"So, Carlos, did you eat lunch?" Vincent's mom said.

"Well, no. I'm actually pretty hungry," Carlos said.

"I'll make you a sandwich."

"Thank you." Carlos walked over to Vincent who was sitting in a chair in the kitchen. "Hey, Vincent."

Vincent saw his outfit. Blue and black hoodie with a graphic design, white and blue shirt (fairly baggy) with a graphic design, his new jeans from before, and some blue and black Osiris skate shoes, and a New Era cap. He was also sagging and some blue plaid boxers were slightly exposed under his shirt and hoodie.

"Hey," Vincent replied.

"Thanks for inviting me over. I was pretty bored this week."

"Same here."

"Here's your lunch, you three," Vincent's mom said as she gave them sandwich.

"Thanks. Looks good, Mrs. Goldsworthy."

"So, Carlos, mind if I ask a question?"

"Nope. Go ahead, shoot."

"Why are you wearing your pants like that?"

"Mom!" Vincent said in response.

"Um...well..."

Carlos, has never been asked this question before, at least not by a parent.

Carlos finally replied, "It's comfortable and it looks cool."

"Wouldn't they be more comfortable if they were on your waist?"

"Mom..." Vincent said.

"Depends on your point of view."

"Well, my point of view is that that looks slightly hoodlum-esque."

"Mom..."

"I think I should get going. I'll see you later, Vincent."

"Nice meeting you, Carlos."

"Um... bye, Mrs. and Mr. Goldsworthy."

Vincent hung his head down in despair.

"So, that's an intersting friend you've got there, Vincent," Vincent's dad said.

"He's really cool once you get to know him," Vincent said.

"If we get to know him," Vincent's mom muttered under her breath.

"Vincent, couldn't you make some other friends?" Vincent's dad asked.

"I don't see what's wrong with Carlos," Vincent said.

"He just doesn't seem like the right guy to associate with."

"He could be a criminal for all we know," Vincent's mom said.

After that statement, Vincent walked out the front door.

"Where are you going, Vinny?" Vincent dad said.

"I'm going for a walk..." Vincent replied.

Vincent stayed out for about an hour and said nothing when he walked in. He didn't even go on Saggerworld that night he was so upset. His parents didn't approve of the only friend he had in high school at the moment. Well, Vincent thought that if his parents didn't approve of his friend, forget them. He'll hang out with him anyway.

P.S.

The next three chapters are the more better ones. Hopefully I'll get the time to write them.

I agree with JustinKool. I just think it looks cool. Also, another thing. If you're straight, seeing another guy sagging shouldn't be a turn on, lol. Sure, you could like it, but, if you are sexually turned on by it, you might not be fully straight. Probably a hint of bisexuality.

yea bro, there's swag, and that sag aint swag. Plus dude, why the caps?

Maybe its to drag attention to his posts as well as his sag, lol.

But, seriously dude, you are exploiting your sag and pretty much your ass for your friends and even the world to see. If you wanted attention, well, you sure are going to receive it with that kind of sag. And it's probably not the attention you are seeking.

Sorry for the wait, lol. Been really busy with work and had not had the time to write this as much. But now, I'm back with more of the story...

Chapter 6

Vincent woke up the next day wondering if she should talk to Carlos today. They haven't been on the best speaking terms since Vincent's faux pas with the whole "sagging" comment. It's not that they weren't talking, but it was primarily awkward to talk to each other. Vincent walked down to the bus stop and saw Carlos waiting for the bus as well. Vincent saw that he wasn't sagging his new jeans that Vincent thought he bought. Carlos was listening to music at the bus stop, so Vincent didn't want to bother him. The bus ride to school was pretty quiet. Vincent looked out the window for the majority of the bus ride while Carlos just listened to music.

When Vincent got to Orenthal, he decided to try and converse with some new people before classes started. He didn't want to associate in any way with the nerds unless it was a last resort, the jocks never conversed with anyone besides jocks, the preps stuck together, Vincent did not have anything at all that made him a rapper, so, by elimination, all that was left were the stoners. Vincent did not know anything about drugs. So, with that, Vincent went over to the stoners with a mixture of bravery and fear.

"Hey," Vincent said.

"Hey," replied one of the guys as he turned around.

While Vincent was talking with the guy, he smelled a distinct smell coming from the group that he will not soon forget. The bell rang for school to start.

"Come on, guys. I can't be late to Physics again. Johnson will have my ass on a fire," another guy from the group said.

As the stoners picked up their stuff and prepared to go to class, one person dropped a bag out of their bookbag. Vincent saw it and saw the contents of the bag. He didn't know what it was, but decided it was something that shouldn't be said in the company of teachers. So, Vincent decided to put it in his bag until he saw the stoners again. The school day continued as normal for the most part.

Chapter 7

As the day ended and Carlos went home after football practice, he saw that his brother was staying for dinner at his house for college. As Carlos came through the door, his little sister gave him a giant hug on his leg.

"Aw, hey mi hermana. Let's take you over to the couch," Carlos said as he picked up his little sister.

"Hey, little brother," Carlos's older brother said.

"Hey, Rico."

Carlos saw his father sitting on the couch watching TV. His father was exhausted from construction and just wanted to drink his beer. "Hola, mi hijo. How was school?"

"Fine," Carlos replied with a saddened tone.

"Que paso? What's wrong, son?"

"I think I made my friend kind of upset."

"Don't worry, Carlos. Your friend'll come around. Now, go help your mom in the kitchen."

Carlos went into the kitchen and his mom saw his jeans were below his ass, as usual. "Carlos, pull up your pants!" she yelled.

"Mi amor, leave him alone. He's just expressing himself," Carlos's father said.

"Ay Dios mio!"

After dinner, Carlos went upstairs to examine his new jeans. He imagined himself sagging in them. Carlos knew he was a good looking guy, as everyone told him, and he thought sagging made him look cooler. He thought about two things he wanted to do tomorrow: he wanted to sag his new jeans and he wanted to talk to Vincent again.

Chapter 8

The next day, Vincent walked to the bus stop again and saw that Carlos was sagging the jeans that he saw him wearing at the mall. Vincent did not want to say anything that would make Carlos hate him more.

"Hey," Carlos said.

Vincent was taken aback by this.

"Hey," Vincent said in confusion.

"Look, man, if I've been distant for the last few days, I'm sorry."

"Cool. Sorry about my comment about you jeans the second day of school."

"Water under the bride, man. Water under the bridge."

As the school day continued, they chatted and conversed about the last few days. They quickly rekindled their friendship. As they got off the bus and walked home, Vincent asked Carlos a question.

"Hey. Carlos?"

"Yeah?" Vincent replied.

"Are you free this weekend?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Want to come over my house and hang out and play some video games?"

"Sure, man. Sounds cool."

"Cool. All you have to do is meet my parents. But, you'll be fine. They'll just be happy I have a friend in high school."

They both laughed and carried on their ways home.

Oh, as for the stoners...

"Dude, pull out the 420," one guy said.

As the other guy shuffled through the contents of his bookbag, he couldn't seem to find it.

"Damn, I think I lost it."

"How?" a third guy said.

"I don't know. Maybe I left it somewhere."

"Eh, it'll turn up. I always have a backup."

"Nice."

Author's note:

This is more of a biography of my life. Well, Chapters 1 to 3 are. Everything else is added or exaggerated, like Lars. And names have been changed.

Chapter 3

Vincent browsed Saggerworld for about an hour. He saw many pictures of sagging, all types of sagging. Double sagging, skinny jeans sagging, baggy sagging, you name it he saw it. He browsed the "Sagging Discussion" forum for a while to find a step-by-step "how to sag" guide. He also saw why people sag, what they sag in, where they sag, and when they started sagging. Some sagged since high school which piqued Vincent's interest the most. In his first day of high school, he saw about 15 to 20 different saggers in that time frame. And this was only during lunch. He wondered if he had paid more attention in school, would he have seen more saggers?

"Vincent, dinner!" said Vincent's mom.

"Coming!"

Vincent wanted to come back to this site to investigate sagging a lot more. But, in the meantime, he just bookmarked the page.

After dinner, he quickly turned back on his computer and went back to Saggerworld. He was in the process of making an account. He knew he didn't want to put his real name out there and he didn't want to seem too eager about sagging, so he typed in the most basic username ever: "sagger". And this username was already taken. So he typed in his age and the first letter of his name with the username: "saggerv14". He thought this was pretty cool. He did not even know what to do now that he was on the site, so he just was about to close it out. As soon as he was about to get off, a chat message appeared.

OfficialSag: hey

Vincent never chatted online with anyone. He decided to not risk embarrassing himself online as he thought he did today and hurriedly closed the tab including Saggerworld in its contents. Vincent went to research more about what he was supposed to be doing: psychology.

After about five hours later, Vincent was ready to go to bed. As he relaxed in bed, he remembered seeing all of the different types of sags he saw on Saggerworld tonight. He then tried to imagine himself in any of the sags he witnessed. He liked his sag that he imagined, but he knew he would never be able to sag due to his parents. So, in his mind, he let his thoughts run rampant. As these thoughts continued, he continued to sleep.

Chapter 4

The next day, Vincent couldn't wait to talk about sagging with Carlos today. He felt up to date about what sagging is and was ready to talk about it to a "sagger". He saw on Saggerworld that's what you call someone who sags. Carlos was sagging some black Ecko Unltd. Jeans with some kind of graphic with some blue basketball shorts underneath and some blue plaid boxers. Vincent saw it and said, "Nice sag, man."

Carlos looked at him questioningly. Vincent quickly wanted to retract his statement, but it was way too late for that.

"What'd you say?" Carlos said with a slight aggressive tone.

"Nothing." Vincent just went into his sketchbook and tried to avoid confrontation with Carlos for the whole class. It's pretty difficult to do when you sit right next to the guy.

After geometry ended, Carlos did what Vincent did yesterday. He jetted out of that class. Vincent caught up with him in the hallways.

"Dude, did I say something to make you mad?" Vincent said, as he turned around Carlos in a swift motion.

Carlos looked around to see if anyone was watching. "Man, you aren't supposed to talk about sagging out in public."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It's one of those hidden rules of sagging."

"Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know"

"It's alright, man. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"Ok, cool."

Vincent had another question roaring in his head: why is it bad to talk about sagging pants in public? With this, he just went through the school day and went upstairs to go to "work on psychology".

He saw the guy OfficialSag online and decided to ask him the question he had.

saggerv14: Hey. Do you know why its bad to talk about sagging pants in public?

OfficialSag: hey to you too, lol. dont really know. maybe your self conscious?

saggerv14: My friend is the one who doesn't want to talk about it.

OfficialSag: wow you use good grammar in chat, lol. talk to him about it

saggerv14: Ok, I will. Thank you.

He then got off of Saggerworld for the night and just finished his homework for the night.

Chapter 5

The school week continued on as it did the first two days. He really wanted to go to the mall this Saturday to try and find some people from school to hang out with besides Carlos. They've still been awkward since Vincent's comment towards Carlos's sag. They've been talking, but just not as much as the first day of school. His mom and dad had dropped him off at the mall and he just started to walk through it. He walked around for a while until he came up to a hip-hop / urban streetwear store that he never really noticed until he discovered sagging.

He glanced in it and saw Carlos in there looking at jeans. The place was polluted with jeans, graphic tees, hoodies, shoes, hats, you name it. There were also a few saggers there, mainly baggy saggers. This made Vincent wonder if this is where Carlos got all of his clothes. He knew he and Carlos were uncomfortable talking to each other at the moment, but Vincent wanted to know more about the clothing there as well as Carlos. He walked in hiding from Carlos in the shirts section near the register until Carlos went into a fitting room. Vincent then got up and brushed himself off.

The cashier glanced and looked up and down at Vincent. The cashier looked a little like T-Pain. "Hey, you. Man, did you walk into the wrong store?" he said.

"What do you mean?" Vincent replied.

"Look at you, man. Some rich prep-school white boy walks into a hip-hop store and what am I supposed to think?"

"There are a bunch of white guys here."

"They ain't all Wonder Bread. They all wiggas."

Vincent turned and looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing skinny jeans up to his waist with a polo shirt buttoned up to the collar and some gray skate shoes. He thought nothing about what he was wearing said "sagger". He started to walk out of the store until he caught a glance of Carlos looking at his sag in the mirror with some jeans he tried on. He was now even more confused...

He got home and started to talk to OfficalSag on Saggerworld again.

saggerv14: Hey.

OfficialSag: hey. whats up?

saggerv14: How does a sagger dress?

OfficialSag: a sagger can dress in anything just as long as his pants are below his waist lol

saggerv14: Seems too simple.

OfficialSag: thats all there is. good luck

Vincent got offline and just thought about sagging a little more. He knew all about how to sag. He just doesn't know the hidden rules of sagging. Maybe the next day...

Chapter 2

As Vincent carried on in geometry for that first day, questions roared in his mind. Who is Carlos? What is sagging? And most importantly, is there more to sagging that meets the eye? While these questions continued in his mind, geometry ended. Vincent still thought he got off to a bad start with Carlos. So, in a natural instinct, Vincent rushed to take his books and get out of that classroom. As Vincent went through the halls, a voice called out Vincent's name from behind. And wouldn't you know it, it was Carlos.

"Vincent, what's your next class, man?"

"Um...psychology with Mr. Orson," Vincent replied.

"Oh, cool. We got the same class."

"Uh, yeah, heh."

Vincent and Carlos continued walking through the halls. As they did, they mainly conversed about why Vincent chose to go to a public school instead of a private Christian school. While they did this, a large brute-ish guy burst through between them. Carlos and Vincent both turned around to see who it was. Carlos knew who it was, but Vincent saw him sagging. He wore a black hoodie and a Yankees New Era cap, positioned diagonally. He was sagging below his ass in Levi Jeans with some red, yellow and green striped boxers. Vincent tried not to notice the sagging and quickly averted his gaze to the other people in the hall.

"God, it's Lars," Carlos stated.

"Who?" Vincent questioned.

"Lars Rossmore. The self-proclaimed 'badass' of the school."

"How so?"

"He gets in trouble a lot for fights. He's also the blackest white boy you'll ever meet."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, Lars is just a bad guy to hang out with unless you want to get in trouble. Come on, let's head to psych."

Vincent was not used to the environment of a public school. As they continued down the hallway, he saw people kissing each other, some were in their little cliques. Vincent and Carlos just went into the classroom. Vincent got in the class first before Carlos and just started drawing in his sketchbook. When Carlos came in, a random girl scoffed and said to him, "Pull up your pants, idiot." Carlos laughed and just sat down, leaving his pants alone. The class continued on like geometry, as well as did his other classes.

The only exception of this is lunch. Vincent sat with Carlos and a few other random people. He saw Lars and a couple of other saggers and realized it must be popular at this school. Vincent was not prepared to do this yet since he still doesn't know what sagging is.

At the end of the day, Vincent rode the bus with Carlos since they lived relatively close to each other. Vincent hurried home and saw his parents. He greeted them and wanted to tell them about his day.

"Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad," Vincent greeted.

Vincent's dad greeted him with a noogie. "Hey, boy. How was your day?"

"Good. I..." He didn't want to tell of his total experience of high school "...learned about geometry."

"Nothing bad happened to my Vinny, right?" Vincent's mom asked

"Ha ha. No, Mom, I'm fine. See? No wounds."

"Good."

Vincent remembered why he got home quickly, so he made up an excuse to get upstairs.

"Hey, I have to research something online for... psychology. I'll be online if you need me."

"Ok, buddy. No problem," his dad replied.

Vincent quickly ran up the stairs into his room, turned on the computer, and went on Google. The only thing he wanted to know was what was sagging so he typed in "sagging" and he clicked the best link in his opinion.

The progression of a straight non-sagger into questioning himself.

Chapter 1

14 years old. 5' 9". Straight. White. Vincent was a normal teenage boy. A B-average student with a good number of friends and a loving family. The only exception to this cookie cutter life is that he had a budding curiosity. Vincent never even heard of sagging until his freshman year of high school.

It was his first day of high school and since he went to a middle school with a strict dress code and uniform, he never even seen sagging in his life. When he arrived on the campus of Orenthal High, he saw many people in sectioned-off groups. Of course they were cliques. There were the preps, the jocks, the stoners, the rappers, and the nerds. He didn't even know what group he should join. So, he disregarded this for now. The bell rang for classes to start. He hurried to his first period with great velocity. Because of this, he bumped into someone. All his books fell out of his arms. Vincent stood up and while standing up, he caught a glimpse of the guy. He was fairly tall and was of medium build. He had a tan or he was Hispanic, either one. The guy's boxers were pretty exposed and Vincent caught the slightest glimpse of them. He didn't remember the color of them. As the guy helped pick up Vincent's books, his pants fell a little.

"Dude, um...", Vincent started.

"Yeah?", the guy replied.

Vincent thought over the consequences of what would happen if he said his pants were falling down. Would he get beat up for looking at the guy's pants, or worse, his underwear? So, he chose not to say anything, which in the case of all that was going on, it was the best choice.

"Um...never mind. It's nothing," Vincent said.

"Alright," the guy replied.

Continuing on to his first period, Geometry: Room 203, he rushed in order to not cause any further embarrassment to himself. He was the third person in his class to arrive. He felt like the nerdiest kid on the planet. Maybe he would fit in with the nerds now. For about 3 minutes, he just started drawing in his sketchbook, his head weighed down in it as well. Class was almost about to start. About 7 people came in to the classroom, chatting about their summer break. Vincent didn't really know anyone in this school since not many came from a private school to a public one, let alone his. He came from a Christian school, as his parents didn't want anything but the best for him. The only reason why he didn't go to a private high school is because he wondered if other kids in his private school went here in grades before him. He hasn't found anyone yet.

A shadow appeared over Vincent's sketchbook. Vincent looked up to see it was the guy that bumped into him in the hallway. His back was facing him since he was talking to someone in front of him. Vincent saw another glimpse of his boxers again. He saw them with a lot of clarity this time. They were black with a white and grey plaid pattern. The tag of his jeans said Southpole. He had never even heard of this brand before. As soon as the guy started to turn around, Vincent quickly put his head down into his sketchbook. The guy saw Vincent and initiated a conversation again.

"Hey, man," the guy said.

Vincent was very worried about what was going to happen next with this guy. He didn't want to get embarrassed again.

"Oh, hey," Vincent said, hiding his questioning.

"You're the guy I bumped into in the hallway. Sorry about that, man," the guy apologized.

"It's no problem."

"I'm Carlos, by the way."

"I'm Vincent. Vincent Goldsworthsy."

"Oh, cool. If we're using last names, mine's Montoya."

"Cool."

Carlos sat next to Vincent. Carlos glanced over at Vincent's sketchbook in this process.

"Hey, man, what're you drawing there?"

"Just some sketches of the classroom. I got bored."

"Nice. It looks really good."

"Thanks."

After an awkward pause, Vincent's pencil dropped next to Carlos's seat. Vincent hesitated to pick it up, but he did eventually. Vincent hesitantly asks a question regarding the state of Carlos's pants.

"Can I ask you a question, Carlos?"

"Sure, man."

"Are you aware that your pants are falling down?"

"You aren't from around here are you?"

"I am. I went to a private Christian middle school."

"Ah, that's why. Well, it's called sagging."

"Seems kind of stupid, having your pants like that."

"It's pretty comfortable and cool to me. You are one brave son of a ***** to say something about it."

"Well, i thought you wanted to be aware."

"Wow, you really did go to a Christian school."

Carlos laughed and faced forward. Vincent just became distracted about halfway through class about what this "sagging" is.

He needs to know more about it. After all, he has a lot to learn about a lot of things.

Well, I can't see the photo, but the way you describe it, it seems perfectly fine to me.

Honestly, if you like it, don't give a crap about what others think. I sagged lower than most people when I was in high school (about 2 years ago is when I finished). Most of them commented saying I should pull up my pants, but I didn't care since I liked it.

I really like this story so far. Hope you continue (but you probably will)!

NOTE: This was a dream I had a few days ago. Don't know why I had it, but it happened.

I was walking through the streets at night with grey-toned buildings until I came up on a place with spotlights. The sign said in big letters: SAG. There were plenty of saggers lining the streets trying to get in with different heights of their sags. The bouncers were wearing their generic black t-shirts and their jeans sagged as well. One was wearing green plaid boxers and the other red plaid. The bouncers measured the saggers' sags with a tape measure because for some, a ruler wouldn't be enough to measure their sag.

For some reason, I had a VIP pass, but I didn't question it. As I walked in, I saw some non-saggers being kicked out of the line. When I finally got into the club, there were so many saggers, too many to remember. Some were baggy saggers, fitted saggers, skinny saggers, low saggers, double saggers, and everything in between. I saw people from this site and another site based on the remembrance of their sag.

There was a store in the club that sold some gear for saggers to buy. The store had jeans by Levis, Southpole, ECKO, Jnco, AE and some others. They also sold New Era caps, and they also sold hoodies, shirts, basketball shorts, shoes (I remember Osiris), and most importantly, boxers. It also had a changing room.

The feeling in the club was amazing. Everyone was happy. Almost everyone was comfortable exposing their sags even if they couldn't expose it anywhere else. Generally, people talked about sagging. It also had a bar and a smoking section for those who like to smoke. Not as much dancing as you would expect, though.

I just started to converse with many of the saggers in the place. They were all pretty cool. I then went up to the VIP Section of the club.

As I opened the door, it became really bright and I woke up. I was kind of disappointed with me waking up, lol.

Other straight guys, what kind of sag do you guys wear?

I'm a double sagger mainly. Jeans hang between on my butt or midthigh. Single or triple occasionally.

Anyone can answer.

I'm not straight, but bro not all gay dudes don't like dresses and pink stuff you mororn. We also dig cars, and crushes from high school, etc. I play a butt load of sports and am good at it. So yea just a little knowledge for your ignorance.

Alright, that isn't what he meant at all. He's just laying the general framing of the straight population of guys. Anyone can like sports, cars, or crushes, be it male or female crushes. But in the case of the straight population on this section of the forum, its just following the framing of straight guys. He never said anything to demean the gay population at all. You might've interpreted it as it, but I don't think that's what he meant at all. So, yeah. Just felt like I had to clear that up.

Well, I don't wear the shorts as underwear. I wear them over my underwear under my jeans as a double sag.

enigmatic.

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