I immediately dove into my boxers, in hoped to hide from her. my mother, was someone i didn't want staring at me shrunk. as i hid in my boxers, i listened to my mother move and talk in my room.
"i swear," mom said "that boy doesn't listen to me at-."
Shrank, Shrink, Shrinking, Shrunk, shrunken, survival, tiny
Then tristan looked down to see he was still wearing his boxers. he sighed and brought his hand to his head, shaking them. "crap..." tristan moved his hand down to take his boxers off and stopped thinking, "...should i?...
Character Development, Digimon, Intro, No-Yiff
He took the boxers and t-shirt, which he'd tied together, swung the boxers over his head and threw them at the sink.
the boxers hooked onto a handle of the sink. atimist pulled, and it felt solid.
Fox, Humor, Micro, Raccoon, Shrink
He wore only a white apron and his boxers as well, the boxers being black and silky. ren chuckled as he recognized his pair of boxers he liked, and walked to the wolf.
Character Development, Otter, Prologue, Wolf
Specifically, boxer shorts. more than that, boxer shorts that weren't even his.
Beagle, Bear, Dog, Fluffer, Horse, Male, Modeling, Shorts, Stallion, Underwear
In a fight, there were only a few simple rules,
1.no non-combatant can place their hands on the boxers (however they can help them up if a boxer was thrown into the crowd)
2.the crowd can throw objects at the boxers so long and they do not kill the fighters
Bad Language, Fighting, First Person, Flirtation, Gag, House, Insanity, Mild Violence, Story Series, Violence (Not In Yiff)
He had boxers on, which still gave me a hard one. i could see through his boxers a big, long hard on that i would to touch. i quickly snapped back to reality and noticed he was helping me to my bed.
College, Conscious, Gay, German Shepherd, Love, M/M, Self-hate, Wolf, cafe, furry
Charlie has white boxers with red hearts on them and jackie has white boxers with rubber duckies on them, both worn normally.
Gay, Hermaphrodite, Male
In mingled light of hearth and firefly
again the boxer rapt in listening sat,
again the warrior spoke of glory gone.
outside, the lightless night cascaded on.
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse