bent down to undo my shoes, untying them slowly, studying the white laces with an unwavering focus. I slipped off my shoes and braved myself for the next step, but an alarm went off in my head. I had on an old pair of socks, a hole in the right one which my big toe was poking through, and they had stripes…straight boy socks. How could I take off my pants wearing those socks? I removed them quickly, tucking them into my shoes where no one would be able to see them. I stood, looking at everything but the mirror, trying to pretend that this was just like any other changing room I’d been in, not one with a webcam that might be broadcasting my image to all the guys logged on right now, jacking off while I undressed on their monitors.

 

Complete story forthcoming in His Underwear.

 

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