One Side Cutting U Convex Pouch Comfortable Boxer Brief
Title: One Side Cutting U Convex Pouch Comfortable Boxer Brief
for the view but this grew from Not a Lot of Help
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count:655
Andy popped his head in through the doorway,“Newt’s asleep. I’m going to dish up some ice cream. You want any?”
“Hmmm,” Simon responded, “yeah, sure.”
Coming further into the room, “What are you looking at….” Andy stopped. “Holy… Why, ever..?”
“You don’t think it would be fun to wear? I think you’d look very, very good in this.”
“Even the model can’t quite pull it off.”
“You wouldn’t have to. Someone would do it for you,” Simon purred.
“You are a snake shifter/familiar/whatever and you don’t purr.”
“I would if you wore that,” Simon nodded toward the image of the boxer brief on the monitor.
“Wouldn’t take much to do that,” Andy sniffed. “It’s already half off.”
“Or half on. I could reach in …” he ran his hand down Andy’s ass trailing a finger along the seam line.
“No. Waste of money. Luridly sexualizing. You’d just want to molest me, if I wore that. How much does it cost?”
Simon started laughing, “It’s on sale and I’ve read reviews of the site. We probably wouldn’t get it until late January and it may or may not be the correct size. Company’s in China.”
“Oh.” Andy turned towards the kitchen, “so ice cream?”
“That would be nice. Bring the chocolate sauce back with you.”
“Molesting going to be going on, is it?”
“Definitely. I’ll get the plastic shower curtain.”
“You know sometime Newt’s going to start asking why a shower curtain with chocolate sauce on it is appearing in the bathtub on some mornings.”
“We’ll tell him that we got to playing and were too tired to clear up everything but we did pick up after ourselves,” Simon answered with a smirk.
“Like we do with the dishes then,” Andy nodded. “Might work.”
Next morning:
Rubbing his eyes, Newt came into the kitchen and stopped to stare at Andy, then ran into his parent’s room before coming back out. “Daddy you have chocolate sauce on the back of your neck and the plastic sheet is in the tub again. Was Daddy Simon eating you again last night?”
Andy sat up in the bed with a start. It was still dark. Maybe another shower and while he was at it, a rinse down of the plastic curtain. Newt was too young yet to speak in sentences like that but even in a dream the thought of it was unnerving.
“What’s wrong?” was mumbled into a pillow.
Leaning over to plant a kiss where Simon’s shoulder poked from under the bedclothes, “Nothing terrible. Just going to put the curtain into the washer and maybe take another shower.”
A chuckle answered him. “I got all the chocolate and more besides. But if you want to shower,” Simon yawned, “I’ll help. You start the water, I’ll put the curtain in the washer.”
“You, my love, are a generous and thoughtful husband.”
“I am a person who likes their Andys a la mode and chocolate saucy.” He threw the blankets back, “I’m up.”
“I see that. Maybe just the curtain in the washer and I’ll shower in the morning. Lie back down, I’ll do it. Beware though if you’re asleep when I get back.”
Andy woke pushing the blankets to one side and smiled looking over at his still sleeping Simon. Flipping on the light in the bathroom he stared at himself in the mirror and stared at the chocolate smeared plastic curtain where it still lay in the bathtub. ‘Well at least the chocolate part wasn’t a dream.’ He emptied his bladder and gathered up the evidence, walking it to the laundry room. With a smile he started the coffee perking and went back to wake his Simon in the best possible way. There was still time for a shorter version of what his dream self had enjoyed last night. Simon wouldn’t complain… much … or for very long … unless Andy stopped suddenly doing what he was doing.
for the view but this grew from Not a Lot of Help
prior Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count:655
Andy popped his head in through the doorway,“Newt’s asleep. I’m going to dish up some ice cream. You want any?”
“Hmmm,” Simon responded, “yeah, sure.”
Coming further into the room, “What are you looking at….” Andy stopped. “Holy… Why, ever..?”
“You don’t think it would be fun to wear? I think you’d look very, very good in this.”
“Even the model can’t quite pull it off.”
“You wouldn’t have to. Someone would do it for you,” Simon purred.
“You are a snake shifter/familiar/whatever and you don’t purr.”
“I would if you wore that,” Simon nodded toward the image of the boxer brief on the monitor.
“Wouldn’t take much to do that,” Andy sniffed. “It’s already half off.”
“Or half on. I could reach in …” he ran his hand down Andy’s ass trailing a finger along the seam line.
“No. Waste of money. Luridly sexualizing. You’d just want to molest me, if I wore that. How much does it cost?”
Simon started laughing, “It’s on sale and I’ve read reviews of the site. We probably wouldn’t get it until late January and it may or may not be the correct size. Company’s in China.”
“Oh.” Andy turned towards the kitchen, “so ice cream?”
“That would be nice. Bring the chocolate sauce back with you.”
“Molesting going to be going on, is it?”
“Definitely. I’ll get the plastic shower curtain.”
“You know sometime Newt’s going to start asking why a shower curtain with chocolate sauce on it is appearing in the bathtub on some mornings.”
“We’ll tell him that we got to playing and were too tired to clear up everything but we did pick up after ourselves,” Simon answered with a smirk.
“Like we do with the dishes then,” Andy nodded. “Might work.”
Next morning:
Rubbing his eyes, Newt came into the kitchen and stopped to stare at Andy, then ran into his parent’s room before coming back out. “Daddy you have chocolate sauce on the back of your neck and the plastic sheet is in the tub again. Was Daddy Simon eating you again last night?”
Andy sat up in the bed with a start. It was still dark. Maybe another shower and while he was at it, a rinse down of the plastic curtain. Newt was too young yet to speak in sentences like that but even in a dream the thought of it was unnerving.
“What’s wrong?” was mumbled into a pillow.
Leaning over to plant a kiss where Simon’s shoulder poked from under the bedclothes, “Nothing terrible. Just going to put the curtain into the washer and maybe take another shower.”
A chuckle answered him. “I got all the chocolate and more besides. But if you want to shower,” Simon yawned, “I’ll help. You start the water, I’ll put the curtain in the washer.”
“You, my love, are a generous and thoughtful husband.”
“I am a person who likes their Andys a la mode and chocolate saucy.” He threw the blankets back, “I’m up.”
“I see that. Maybe just the curtain in the washer and I’ll shower in the morning. Lie back down, I’ll do it. Beware though if you’re asleep when I get back.”
Andy woke pushing the blankets to one side and smiled looking over at his still sleeping Simon. Flipping on the light in the bathroom he stared at himself in the mirror and stared at the chocolate smeared plastic curtain where it still lay in the bathtub. ‘Well at least the chocolate part wasn’t a dream.’ He emptied his bladder and gathered up the evidence, walking it to the laundry room. With a smile he started the coffee perking and went back to wake his Simon in the best possible way. There was still time for a shorter version of what his dream self had enjoyed last night. Simon wouldn’t complain… much … or for very long … unless Andy stopped suddenly doing what he was doing.