Underpants Sans Novels & Stories

I frown at him, sure I must be hearing wrong, because that cannot be an actual word. “Did you just come up with that?” I ask sardonically. “Nope. It’s an actual thing. Panties for men. Designed to be comfortable and sexy," he says, running his thumb over the silk edge. "And very breathable." "You would actually wear that?" I’m already picturing him in it and I have no idea why it’s affecting me this way, but I’m overheating. "Under my jeans? Sure." He shrugs, holding the black lace up against his denim to check the contrast.

Zane shucked his trousers, leaving himself in nothing but underwear. Seeing this, Trey pressed his hand to his heart and smiled. “You wore my favorites.” The boxer briefs were black Calvin Kleins with a white waistband. Zane preferred Hugo Boss, but Trey had fetishized the former brand during his teenage jack off days. Exploiting this, Zane teased his fingers under the stretchy band. “Why don’t you finish stripping and then help me?”

I picked the bags up and took them over to the bed, aware of him following me. "Curious huh?" "You'd be too if you knew how much I spent." “My Uncle with pay you back.” I emptied the first bag, relieved to see two pairs of jeans fall out. One was faded blue, the other dark denim, both hipsters and both the right size. The next bag had three sets of underwear, a white set with inbuilt push-ups and matching boy legs, the same set in black, and a dark red set made of sheer lace with a matching g-string.

He pulled the waist of the Santa pants well out in front of him so the pillow might drop in easily. Beth was pleased by what she saw. The thin white undies didn't hide the shape of Chris's nice looking cock at all. "Was that a little wet spot near the waistband?" she thought. She stuffed the pillow into his pants as he held his Santa shirt up and then worked it back down over the top half of the pillow.

I'm not curious for long. He drops his pants. And from the shape of his briefs, I almost choke on my own saliva. Nothing in the anatomy I know can classify what's packed beneath that fabric as normal. It's like a fucking plus-size baguette in his pants. And the worst part? He's not even hard yet.

I can’t help but sass. He doesn’t show a reaction. “Yes it will. It extends up to your ankles.” A gasp involuntarily leaves my lips and I almost drop the box. “Wait, what?” “You heard me. The uniform extends up to your ankles for proper conservation. Your thighs are very… distracting. You’re nannying a child, he does not need that view.” He says casually, like this isn’t the most absurd thing ever. After being stunned for exactly two minutes, I push the box back at him. The package hits his chest. He doesn’t take it from me.

I ask. “That’s just a string.” “You bought me a string as well.” “Fair enough.” Seeing mesh boxers and floral briefs, I instantly add them to the cart. There are also some boxers with ribbons, some leather compression shirts that can show off his muscular arms, a button-down bodysuit with a plunging v-neck, and even backless underwear with a mesh front. And soon, I am grinning like a fool. “What are you adding, wife?” he asks, stopping my fingers from adding more embarrassing items.

So I got ready for my evening. Picking through the outfits I had packed, I settled on a dark purple sleeveless dress with a snap crotch. It didn't show off any cleavage, but it did rest snugly against my tits. I didn't bother with panties, of course. The bottom of the dress wrapped snugly under my crotch with three little snaps that rested halfway between my vagina and my bum hole. When I checked myself out in the mirror, I could see two faint bumps on my breasts where my nipples were poking through the material slightly. It was chilly in the basement. I decided that maybe it would be arousing to my dad, so I didn't adjust anything.

He unzips his underpants, pulls down his underwear and pulls it out. I had never seen one. He's upright, he's about 8 inches, his balls are nice and full and he tells me to do something. I look at him and don't understand. I want to die inside. If I fuck up, the whole school will know. And they'll make fun of me.

Everything aligned with ruthless precision. I ran my fingers across the fabric before finally grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. The sweatpants clung to my hips, the waistband sitting low, and I couldn’t help but chuckle when I noticed how my ass filled them out. Yeah, fit enough.