19 year old Donovan laid sprawled out on his bed, alone in his apartment, dreaming blissfully about meeting a beautiful young woman. She was super fine. She was really hot. The way her fur made him feel all warm and fuzzy got him especially excited.
The two of them locked eyes and practically gravitated towards each other. She was no doubt entranced by the manly musk radiating off his body. As they found themselves alone in a bed-room, she dressed him down and found herself blushing at what she saw.
That's right... his underwear was so cool!
The two of them started to rub against each other and do naughty things that you saw in the most sexually provocative... PG-13 movies. Donovan's imagination was only limited to those because the thought of watching R-Rated movies scared him. Still, to him, a PG-13 intimate scene with a girl was still pretty hot...
"Ooooh~! Yeah baby~! My grown-up boxers ARE hot aren't they...?" He muttered, drooling and laying out sprawled on the bed, ready for whatever was up next in his dream.
The ladies really totally cared about the cool boxers you wore. In his dream they were black with skulls on them. People would take that super seriously, no doubt. No sir. In no way would anyone think that was ridiculous and laugh at you for being a wannabe child pretending at being an adult.
It didn't matter anyway because in the real world, he didn't own a single pair of boxers. He was in a pair of Flash underoos as this dream went on. He couldn't help it. He gravitated towards white briefs and colorful tight undies. Something within his very soul compelled him to wear those, which tortured him inside because he felt that only cool dudes got the girls. In his mind, cool dudes didn't wear what he wore.
Guys like him not only didn't get the girl but they didn't even get to dream of getting the girl.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
"BWAAAAH! IT'S NOT A PEE STAIN! I SWEAR!" Donovan burst to life, flailing about in the air before falling to the floor on his face with his bottom and tail sticking up.
He groaned as the loud, annoying alarm rang out in his big, sensitive ears. With a lazy flop of his arm he slammed his hand down on the button that shut the thing off and sighed. His dream ended before anything even happened. Again.
Then with a smile he faced the dresser and giggled. "My dreams may be premature but that doesn't mean anything when I'm working towards making it a reality. The Box-Wrestling Center is done making it's renovations! I can finally head back there and get back to training! Haha! I love it when I don't have to go to work! Days off, for the win!"
With that, he stripped his undies off and shot towards the shower, singing about what a great time he was gonna have, impressing the competition.
Oh dear.
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