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My Dad's Underwear, Part 1

by David MacDonald


When I was 12 I went Christmas shopping and the goal was to see who could find the funniest present for another member of the family. I remember seeing the pink bikinis and thinking my Dad would rather die than wear anything so effeminate. You see my Dad was a construction worker in every sense of the word. At 6 foot 3 inches, 250 pounds and a rock solid thickly matted with black fur build he was the ultimate male. Even when I was a kid my Dad was really a turn on. Everyone thought the pink bikinis were great and there was lots of laughter. Every year from then on I would carefully shop for another pair of even hotter underwear. They included mesh, lace and shear g-strings and thongs. After that first time I just started putting them wrapped in my Dad's underwear draw and on every occasion, Christmas, birthday, father's day I would add another to his collection. And every time all I would get was a wink from my Dad the next day. On my 18 birthday I received a huge surprise. When I got up to get dressed in the morning there was a huge gift wrapped box in my underwear drawer. I couldn't believe my eyes when I unwrapped it. Inside were 4 dozen of the hottest underwear I had ever seen. Some of them so small I doubted they would cover anything. Also inside was a note which read " now we both have great collections - let's compare!" I quickly selected a black lace g-string, got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. There was everyone and yes there was a wink and a huge smile from my Dad. What was he up to?

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2 Gay Erotic Stories from David MacDonald

My Dad's Underwear, Part 2

All day long I felt incredible wearing the skimpy g-string I had so carefully selected. It was especially hot wearing it to school knowing secretly what was under my jeans and wondering what the other guys at school would think. I didn't have phys-ed. that day so I didn't get to find out but I knew my chance would come on the next school day. I would just have to wait the weekend

My Dad's Underwear, Part 1

When I was 12 I went Christmas shopping and the goal was to see who could find the funniest present for another member of the family. I remember seeing the pink bikinis and thinking my Dad would rather die than wear anything so effeminate. You see my Dad was a construction worker in every sense of the word. At 6 foot 3 inches, 250 pounds and a rock solid thickly matted with black

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