Tralala Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

Lila nodded back and Max just sat there with his bulging pants and a wide, stupid grin on his face. Claire noticed his pants and looked away as Tara closed the door. “Ugh, Max, what’s going on?” she asked. “We have a surprise for you,” Max said. “Where is everyone?” Claire asked. “We’re all here. You go sit over there and don’t get up,” Tara said. Claire crossed the room with her hands folded and sat down in a chair in the far corner looking back at Max. “Okay. Now what?” Max unzipped his pants and fished out his cock and balls. Lila stared at his ten inches of length and wide girth and she wondered how Claire could have wasted this for six months.

Being lazy to change in the room, Eve decided to change in Eve's room. Allan took off his work shirt and then his work trousers, until now Allan was barely wearing anything but his underwear. Allan pulls a pair of boxer briefs from his goodie bag. But his trousers were thrown out of his hands because he suddenly heard a shout. "Akkhhh!!! Wh-what are you doing here?" *****

“If you start making even more fuss, I’ll have you wear g-strings.” I looked at him in horror. “They don’t have g-strings for men! Wait…do they?” “Tina?” Zach smirked at her, who then smirked back conspirationally and turned on the browser page and typed in the words. And just like that…hundreds of pictures of men in those flimsy underwear popped up on the screen, looking proud as fuck as they displayed those excuse for an underwear that left little to the imagination. “Motherfuckers!” I cursed out loud before I could stop myself. “You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!”

"Fuck out here." Matt didn't even move an inch but he sneered, his usual bravado in his expression. “Aww, Captain, I think the queer has a crush on you.” His eyes gleamed with menace. “Sorry, but everyone knows our captain Noah likes slim girls, not queers butt fairies like you.”

"NO!! LET ME JUST GO REAL QUI--WAIT--DON'T PULL THAT HARD--" Ripped "...MY SHIRT! YOU RIPPED MY SHIRT!" "Oh..." "WHAT 'OH' THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIRT!!! I HADN'T EVEN STARTED RUNNING YET, YOU F*CK---! " "Shut it." "WHO THE HELL TOLD ME T--" "..." "...!" "..." "haha... yes... I'll shut up...s-stop glaring already... hahahaha...haha...f*ck." Noel has always been the Captainatic in the group. He'll follow Archilles to the end of the Earth, or even to the moon if his dearest captain decides to flap his non-existent wings up there someday.

"May I just remind you that Dr. Rosella Hawl is already taken. Wouldn't want a World War III with the Richforte's right?" "Hey, it's not what you think—" He stops me by putting his other hand up. Then he suddenly smiles— that smile that I usually saw to— gays! He slid his hand to Captain Welton's chest as if seducing him and I can't hide my laugh when I hear his voice and see the look on his eyes, making Captain Welton step back. "W-what the hell are you doing—" "Captain," I cover my mouth with my hand to suppress my laugh. "You know, if you want, I can give you a service. You don't have to steal Dr. Hawl, I'm just here, daddy."

In spite of myself I chuckled a little and shakily. “You still have a remarkable gift for understatement.” “Of course I do.” He chuckled. “That uncle of you is an asshole, I tell you, he's so power crazy.” With a slight wince he stood up straight. “I am opting not to express my true thoughts.” “Which one is it?” “We just fled from a man who may have had half the palace in his pocket while the other half was watching him take it.” “ That went unanswered.” I said. “There was nothing to say.”

"Uncle Killian bathe with us!" "No! Stop!" I pushed my hand up and wiped my wet hair away from my face. My eyes burned. "Please stop." I had resulted to begging but they ignored me and continued to dabble, chattering endlessly and splashing water like I wasn't even there. And then, Oliver reached down between his legs and grabbed his penis, swinging it back and forth. "Pee-pee! I have a pee-pee and Lilith has a vee-vee!" Where the fuck do these kids learn these things?!

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.