No Problems

The next morning, K-T woke up and excitedly got ready to leave on his trip. Emily hogged the bathroom, causing him to be a little delayed. As he rushed to get dressed, his mother yelled from downstairs that needed to leave it he was to make his flight. This distraction meant he didn’t hear the button pop off of his boxer fly and roll away as he roughly pulled them on. He got dressed the rest of the way, and was about to leave when he saw the new swimsuits sitting on his bed. He quickly grabbed them and threw them in his backpack, picked up his suitcase, and ran downstairs as his mom honked the horn on her car in the driveway.

The ride to the airport was uneventful, other than the lecture from his mother that he needed to be responsible on the trip. As he made his way into the TSA line, an employee came over and told him that his suitcase was too large to be a carry-on and would need to be checked, free of charge. Reluctantly, K-T checked in his suitcase and made his way through security. He made it through and got to his gate with plenty of time.

As he boarded and walked down the aisle, he found that he was booked in a middle seat. Right after sitting down, the passenger in the aisle seat got in, and was mumbling about a long trip home, terrible layovers, and being exhausted. After she got settled, she immediately fell asleep. Shortly after takeoff, while reading his book, K-T started to doze off, and woke up about an hour later, and noticed his boner had slipped through the fly in his boxers and was tenting his shorts. Extremely embarrassed, he got up and rushed to the bathroom with his book over his crotch to deal with his problem. He got in and tried to will his boner down to half-staff, but after a few minutes settled on tucking it up in his waistband. While the bulge was noticeable, it was not as obscene as before. As he made his way back to his seat, he had to pass the drink cart, and tried to squeeze alongside it. In the process, his shirt got caught on the cart and ripped across the side. When he climbed over the sleeping passenger in the aisle seat, his shirt got caught again, and ripped open on the other side.

Once he sat down, and inspected the damage, he found his shirt was ripped almost from the hem to the armpit on both sides. He decided, as soon as he got his suitcase from baggage claim, he would swap shirts in the bathroom. The flight landed without any problems, and he quickly got off and rushed to the carousels.