by Lobotomy Patient Z / May 23, 2026
-----It was about a week ago when I thought to get some boxer shorts. Trying to act gentlemanly and all, I figured out that wearing boxer shorts would prevent piss and shite stains appering on my trousers. Kind of logical idea, don’t you think?
So I go and shop some cheap ass bundle of boxers from the local discount store. Didn’t want to invest a lot to them, since I am a cheap old fuck and haven’t been out of the commando force too long now … kind of testing how it goes. Every decent being would do so. Only stupid fucks goes all in right out of the gate.
Anyway. Got my bundle of 5 boxers for what I deducted to be fair price and was kind of happy about the deal and myself. The next day was the dreaded first encounter with the new thing. Well, maybe not a new new, but since a long time new. So there I was butt naked after the shower tearing open the bundle of boxer shorts. Somehow I felt like I’m doing something pervert. But then I thought that most of men does wear them. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not some kind of pervert thing.”, I tought while picking up one pair from the floor, where they all flew once the packaging finally surrended under my violent ripping and tearing.
There I was, one fresh pair of brand new boxer shorts in my hands, cradled like a baby. I gazed at them for a too long moment and then shrugged. Pulled them up and I felt somewhat violated.
“Fuck these things feel awkward.”, I said aloud, “Fucking hell these are unconfortable bastards!”
Did my best to adjust them so that my balls weren’t sucked towards my ass or squeezed or in some other uncomfortable way. It was a battle for freedom I say. And I was determined to win this battle at all costs! Took my time to go attack against the oppressor again and again. “Shit fuck, these hellish things! Medieval torture devices from the inqusitor toolbox.”, were my toughts while I tried to get my cock and balls to somewhat comfortable position inside the boxer shorts.
“I’m not sure if this was a good idea after all.”, I heard myself mumbling at some point. But then the rational mind jumped in … “It’s just that they are brand new. They will strech and loosen up when you wear them and after the few washes they probably are just fine.”
Well, I do hope that is the case. It’s been one of the most awkward several days for a long time. I wonder how men are coping with the swimming trunk kind of underwear? How do they do it? It must be one of the reasons why everyone are so pissed off all the time. Cocks and balls in the press like that. I cannot even …
After these agonising days I’m kind of leaning towards the that they are too small after all. Even they should be my size. Then again these fuckers aren’t real boxer shorts as boxer shorts should be. These are the snug type boxer shorts like thingies. Unconfortable as fuck.
And to those “size doesn’t matter” fuckers out there I say that size does matter! Mind you that I’m not trying to stuff in them anything of a sort what late great John Holmes carried … But not the tiny pecker either. Decent size of equipment. So size does fucking matter when it comes to the boxer shorts and the filling!
Hope this misery turns out to be short and I find these thingies are in fact giving in after a while. If not, I’m going to have to reapply to the commando forces and as a loyalty offering burn these torturous thingies. Future shows how it goes.
If you don’t hear from me anymore, a vein in my head has popped due the constriction at the crotch …
Boxer shorts, what a ridiculous idea.
I need a drink … A strong drink.
Yours drooly,
Lobotomy Patient Z
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E-Mail: lobotomypatientz@subproject86.net
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