Thursday, February 7, 2019

David and his Plaid Boxers

 This is an update to a story about that was posted about three years ago. That was back when my nephew was 11 and it appeared in the BS blog with the title Action Hero Undies.

So the kid who was 11 is 14 and has become a handsome young dude. Now, what happened that made me write a sequel: my sister and brother-in-law had to go to a funeral and asked me to stay with David for three days. Make sure he gets up for school, eats enough, goes to bed at a decent hour.

I decided to be helpful and do some laundry for the guy.


 Admittedly, this part was none of my business, but as I sorted his clothes I came across four of David's underpants. He no longer wears Superman briefs, but plaid boxers. So, just in the process of sorting laundry, you understand, I examined them.

 Out of four pairs, three of them had small crusty traces of unmistakable male emissions in the critical area. Reasoning over what I was seeing, I figure he delivered his main blasts into some receptacle or rag. Then after he shook off his dong and pulled his boxers back up, a few tiny "after-leaks" reached the boxers.

  Why the hell am I telling you about this? I feel like celebrating on behalf of my nephew's discovery of this bodily function, and the only way I know to do it is to post the happy news on one of these forums. Say a little toast in honor of David and his plaid boxers during the day. I'm happy for him.


Anonymous

1 comment:

  1. Maybe this was one benefit of growing up when pretty much our only underpants choice was tighty-whities. I never saw any crusty stains or spots in my undies when I was a kid, but retrospectively, like this story, I bet for sure they were indeed there and probably in almost all of my worn briefs. They don't show up as easy to see on that pure white cotton material.

    ReplyDelete

Logan's Unexpected Present

In my teens, I had a friendship, well actually a full on sexy relationship with a friend named Logan. We had met through some common friends...