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Did the boiler blow?
I shared a flat with a work colleague. We both worked flex time,so we never really knew when the other one would be in. I woke one morning on my day off and, not sure if Andrew was around, I pulled on a pair of white cotton rib briefs before heading for the bathroom. When I came out and had a look around, I realised that I had the place to myself so headed for the kitchen to make some coffee. As I passed the mirror in the hall, I caught sight of myself in my white briefs. They didn't really hide much as they were a pair I'd bought on holiday in Spain years ago and had been washed so many times that they were a bit stretched and worn so didn't give much in the way of support, but they were really comfortable even if they did show off my bulge in a obvious way.
I'd just put the kettle on to boil when I heard a key in the lock. I wasn't too bothered as I thought it would be Andrew, but a second or two later, two guys in overalls, one in his thirtys and the other a teenager, appeared in the kitchen and I don't know who was more surprised.
The older of the two spoke,'' Sorry to disturb you, we're here to fix the boiler.'' Andrew must have forget to tell me. I felt a bit self conscious standing there in just my revealing underwear.
''Okay, just let me get a coffee and I'll be out of your way,''
''Coffee sounds good . any chance of a cup?'' he said andI I was sure he was checking out my package.
So that's how I found myself making coffee for two workmen in just my brief briefs.As I handed them their coffee, the older guy managed to accidentally brush his hand discreetly against my bulge with a smile.
I retreated to the bedroom to get dressed and left them to it, but when they left half an hour later, the guy left me his card. ''Just in case you get more problems with the boiler,' he smiled. I turned the card over and he'd written 'Gary. Call me soon'
Go team, go....
Being ill is never much fun. I was in the process of recovering from pneumonia and was finally feeling well enough to go out and enjoy myself again after 3 months of being seriously ill.
I didn't realize that my weight loss was so severe! I knew my Levis were not that tight on me but I had no idea how loose they were. My underwear of choice? A Bike #10 jockstrap. Ever since boarding school, my knickname has been egg balls, for reasons that are all too obvious. A comfortable old Bike is what makes me and my whole package feel most comfortable. I had a tee shirt on as well.
When the local college team scored a touchdown, everyone, myself included, jumped and shouted. As my arms raised, my pants lowered...right off my hips and onto the floor around my legs. VERY EMBARSSING to say the least.
Since then, I have learned to relax a little more in life about such things, but hopefully, I am not the only one who has something like this happen to them.
Hammered, the tool...
I am a 23 year old college student at The University of Southern Mississippi. All my friends were out of town for the weekend, so I decided to have a quiet evening at my apartment and have a few drinks. After several drinks, I walked outside to smoke on my patio. Only going to be out there a moment, I went in my 2xist briefs. Once out there, I closed my sliding door and smoked. What I didn't realize, was that the security bar had fallen and blocked the door from opening! So in my slightly drunk and more than slightly panicked state, I jumped over the handrail and tried desperately to open windows. Unsuccessful, the only thing I could think of to do would be to break a window (it was 1:00 a.m. and I had no way to call anyone.) So, I walked to my neighbor's apartment and banged on the door. The cute couple was stunned to open the door to a mostly drunk, almost completely naked neighbor asking for a hammer. They did loan me the hammer, however, they asked me not to return it. I went around, shattered my bathroom window and crawled back inside. From that time on, the door never gets shut behind me!
Showing Houses in Cleveland
I’m a realtor here in Cleveland and of course, I drive all over the city. I’m either meeting seller’s to list their homes, or I’m showing homes to potential buyers. Finding the right house for my clients is like a treasure hunt. You just never know what you’ll find at the home(s) you’re showing or listing.
One day last summer I was driving a young couple around the University Hospitals area looking at the houses that I had selected that met their criteria and budget. As I turned off of Cedar Glen Pkwy onto an frontage road, I noticed the day was perfect for showing houses. The sun was directly overhead and there weren’t any clouds to be seen. It was somewhat hot, low 80’s, but not too bad.
As we drove from house to house I wanted the day to be over so I could go for a bike ride and fully enjoy the weather on my own terms. Little did I know how much I’d be enjoying the weather in other ways. After ringing the door bell and knocking, I used the lockbox to open the door. As with all showings, I generally have my clients wait outside while I make sure there aren’t any surprises inside.
As I went through the home, calling to the owners, I didn’t get a response. Knowing the home had a very nice in-ground pool, I thought it best to check the pool area. I was pleasantly surprised: there sunning on deck chairs was the homeowner’s son, along with several of his son’s. They appeared to be in their 20’s… and all were in their underwear: and it was wet.
I approached the men, explaining who I was and why I was there. The son spoke up, apologized for being there and for their state of dress. He and his friends were there to pack up a few of the heavy items and move them to storage for his parents who were vacationing in Florida. After they loaded their truck, they decided to go for a swim but since none brought swim suits, they just stripped to their underwear and dove in.
The son of the home owner wore white Hanes tightie-whitie briefs… probably a size 32. He was in excellent shape and the wet cotton clung to his body in all of the right places. Another guy wore Unico boxer briefs that were pretty tight and almost transparent, while the third guy wore black Calvin Klein briefs. All of the guys were in good shape.
It didn’t take long for the men to dry off, dress and leave. The clients were none the wiser and I certainly looked forward to showing more houses. I figured the bike ride could wait.
June 15th, 2007 (Alex)
I was working in a very posh shop called Liberty on Regent Street. We had big Sale in January and was very busy so hired agency security guards to try to stop shoplifting. The security guard appeared and was blonde blue eyes and drop dead gorgeous. I was just beginning then to be really interested in guys and didn't want to make it obvious so I was trying to be discrete.
On a Friday night we were all going out (all of the other employees and me). I went to get my coat and use the restroom before we all left. . The security guard was getting changed out of his uniform and standing right in front of me wearing nothing but pair of white Y front underpants. I was embarrassed for him but he didn't seem to mind at all and encouraged me to come in and use the facilities
I have to admit I hovered for a bit just staring before I thought best leave him to get changed. I was surprised at the slightly old fashioned white Y fronts when boxer shorts were all the rage then but they were immaculately white and quite tight and I wondered if it was a deliberate style choice of being bit retro. I went back in to ask him if wanted to come out with us for drink and he was still in pants but putting shirt on. I now see he was probably letting me look but gosh what a thrill it was at the time even though did not quite realise he must have been doing it deliberately?
Since then I have always quite liked seeing other guys in white pants. I had days off and he had left when back but still think about the incident.
(February 15, 2007) Toby
Please, arrive early for your next flight…(October 12, 2006) Sean
I was recently at O’Hare airport, sitting outside security before heading
through security and entering the ‘sterile area’ as the area is
known once you’ve successfully been x-rayed, searched and questioned
and shown your boarding pass and ID at least three times. There were two seats
next to me, un-occupied. I had just bought a coffee from Starbucks and was
doing what I like most… people watch!
A guy, near 30’s, hurried over to where I was seated, plopped his suitcase
on the bench and started going through it like a mad man. I could tell this
guy was upset! Nonchalantly I asked if he had to ‘discard toiletries’
to get through security. He said he’d arrived late and couldn’t
check his bag since he was past ‘cut-off’ time and would have
to carry-on his bag: meaning he had to go through TSA security with it. Knowing
that, he had to throw out his shave cream, tooth paste, lotion, after-shave
and so on… Since I’d arrived at the airport earlier, I’d
seen a sign that indicated you could carry on these items, provided they fit
in a clear, 1 quart sized plastic bag and were identified to the TSA agent
when going through security. I told this to the guy who seemed still stressed.
He didn’t have a plastic bag.
As a seasoned traveler, I carry plastic Baggies as well as other odd items
that make the trip easier: rubber bands, towelettes, and kitchen trash bags.
You never know when you’ll have a need, right? I offered a ‘baggy’
to the guy and he seemed immediately relieved. He hurriedly stuffed the baggy
with his ‘stuff’, thanked me, yanked the handle of his suitcase
and headed for security. In his haste, he failed to zip his suitcase. As he
turned and headed in the opposite direction, the contents of his suitcase
went in a 180-degree direction…. Shoes, shirts, pants, socks, underwear!
Yep… just like a commercial but even better. I felt pretty bad for the
guy but couldn’t help enjoy the spectacle… Appearances are deceiving.
I took him for a boxer guy: wrong! Bikini briefs, probably a size 30 or 32,
all colors, contrasting waistband. Nice assortment for at least a 5 day trip.
I helped him retrieve his clothes and as I handed them to him, he stuffed
them back in his bag. Finally, after all of his clothes were picked up and
in his suitcase, he zipped it up and headed off.
I didn’t see he again but I bet he has some stories to tell, as do I.
No… there weren’t any cameras in the area…. It was just
a hurried traveler, experiencing what most of us fear!
It was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday...
I slept a little later than normal but that
wasn't a problem. It was Saturday and I only had a few errands to run before
I needed to get ready for my date later in the day. WOW! A Date! Ten months
since my breakup and I hadn't been on a 'date'. Not any more. I'd been working
out and I was fired up and ready for romance.
My errands consisted of picking up and dropping
off laundry, stopping by for an oil change and then to the grocery store to
pick up a few items. Oh, yeah, I was going to pick out a new shirt. I wanted
to look as good as I felt when my date arrived.
I gathered my shirts, gym bag, and grocery
list and headed out. The top was down, the traffic was light. What could
be better? After I dropped off the laundry and picked up the clean shirts,
I headed to the gym. I didn't get back into shape without effort so I needed
to keep my momentum up and needed that last workout before my come-back. The
gym wasn't too busy: I didn't wait in line for the machines and went through
my routine quickly. No time for a shower, I'll do that at home. I headed to
the Mall to pick out a new shirt, something sexy, and something NOT me!
I needed change!
And yeah, I need a new jockstrap.
Shopping was easier than I thought. I found the
perfect shirt to highlight my complexion and now I knew I'd be hot. Who could
resist? The jock was easy to find even though I hated asking the sales
clerk where they were. She didn't flinch though. I hurried to the grocery
store, then to have the oil changed. Maybe not such a good idea? The
line was pretty long. After a few minutes I
decided to leave the car and take in my daily run. I had my gym clothes
on; the weather was warm but not too warm. After a great 1 hour run,
I returned to pick up my car. The guy said it would be 1/2 hour more.
I was getting anxious.... maybe there wouldn't be enough time.. what if I
was late? Finally, the oil was changed and I was on my way home. I was
a nervous wreck. What had happened? I was supposed to have plenty of time
but the day went by so fast.
I pulled in the drive faster than normal, had
the garage door opened from a block away. Put the few groceries in the refrigerator
in the garage, dashed through the back garage door, up the stairs with my
clean laundry and my new shirt and jockstrap. Then I realized how hot it was
outside and how hot I was. The air hit me hard. I was boiling.
I quickly hung up the shirts, tossed my new shirt on the bed as I took off
my sweaty clothes. I had to cool down. The run, the gym and hot
air hadn't been noticeable because I rode with the top down. Now, in
the house, the cool air reminded me of how hot I was. I put on my new white
jockstrap and washed my face with cool water from the bathroom in my
bedroom. That felt good. I had to pop my new shirt in the washer along
with the new jock but I could just strip in the kitchen, start the laundry,
then shower. The washer was in the kitchen
closet: I could grab cold bottled water from the refrigerator before
I took a cool shower.
I quickly removed the pins and
collar stays, the tissue and hardboard in the collar and headed down stairs. I
hopped two steps at a time, trying to make up time... all the while thinking
about my date and trying not to forget to put my new jockstrap in the washer.
At the bottom of the stairs you take a sharp left into the kitchen dining
area where the washer is located. As I turned left into the kitchen,
I heard my brother ask his wife when she thought I'd be back. Oh
Sh_t! I forgotten
to leave out the painting supplies they were going to stop by and pick up. It
was too late to stop. I was in the kitchen: standing there in my new sweaty
jockstrap, holding my new shirt! All eyes turned towards me and I could feel
the glare or shock or...Staring at me from the dining room table was my brother,
his wife and their two teenage sons. Talk about embarrassed?
I quickly held my new shirt in front on me, apologized for forgetting
the painting supplies and dashed back upstairs to put on some shorts.
Needless to say, I was a bit embarrassed
to go back down stairs. By then, my brother and his family had made their
way to the garage and waited patiently as I rummaged through the shelves and
found the painting supplies I'd promised.
No one has said anything about that incident
but I'm still a little embarrassed around them. I guess I was in such a hurry
to be ready for my date, I didn't see their car out front.
(September 21, 2006: Richard)