

Every so often I'll just take a pic for whatever reason. I took these because of the boxer shorts. I've had these for 25 years. Cannot for the life of me remember where I got them. Very often, post sex, I'd slip these on and as I walked the guy to the door, he would say "Cute shorts." Now? They're falling apart. Fading. Waistband spreading, barely keeping them up. But...holding on. Comforting. Nifty. Fun. Still my faves. So I took these two shots just a few minutes ago when I first woke up, pre-coffee, after a late night of following the election returns and dropping off. The first shot...bright, colorful, maybe even a little glam. The second...drab, real. I feel kind of like my boxers. They've been around. They're not what they used to be. But there's something about their history and their resilience that makes them incredibly special to me. And yeah, the fly opens for easy access and every so often as I'm doing stuff around the house, my dick'll just peak out, asking for attention, which I heartily give it. Ok...back to editing sexy stuff for you. My cock is poking out of my drawers, ready to work. Have a great day!