Request + Story (Puma)
Request: Anyone who has photos of themselves, or can get me pictures of men in Puma underwear, please feel free to DM me. It’s tough to find, but I find it really hot.
Story: I was eating food at a restaurant today and I saw someone, lift up their shirt. He had darker skin, looked to be slightly taller than me, and had red basketball shorts on, probably in their 20s. I saw a hint of their abs, but what really caught my eye was their underwear. They were the type of person that used their underwear to hold their phone in place, and I wish they took longer to do so. I was able to see their grey steel Puma waistband and a good portion of the aqua blue fabric from underneath. And that was what I needed in order to daydream what could happen next.
I could see it now. It’s just him and I in this restaurant. He stands up to leave, lifts up his shirt and reveals his underwear. I spring up and practically run towards him. With the element of surprise, I’m able to grab a fistful of the front of his boxer briefs. I grab them with my right hand and yank up, then take my left hand and push him backwards, with his back hitting the table and I hold a wad of his boxer briefs in my hand in front of him. I take this opportunity to wrench his boxer briefs up, him groaning and quivering at this feeling. I’m able to enjoy his Puma boxer briefs, immediately growing hard at the first sight of them, and staying hard this whole time. I am only able to yank them up a few times before he’s able to recover and realize what happened. All I can say is “sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”
Hopefully with a little luck, he’d feel cocky enough to return the favor, and really let me have it. I did start it after all, and with his muscles, he could easily overpower me and teach me a lesson. All he would need to do is grab my wrist and squeeze until I relinquished my grasp from his underwear. He wouldn’t even worry about fixing his underwear or his shorts from everything that happened. While holding my wrist, he would just stand up from his torment, then pull me towards him in a quick jerk. I would lose balance and fall into his chest. While holding my wrist with his left hand, and squeezing it to keep me in line, my face pressed into his wedgied Puma boxer briefs, he would take his left hand and start lifting up my shirt from the back. I would protest a little and he would squeeze my wrist again. With his left hand, he’d find where my shirt and the waistband of my pants meet. At this point, I’ve stopped protesting and agreed to let him have his way with me. He can tell too because he lines me up with the table and bends me forward, my chest laying on the table as he continues to teach me.
He switches hands and holds me down with just his large left hand pressed on my left shoulder as he stands behind me. He moves slowly to continue to remind me of my inferiority. He lifts up my shirt to find my lower back and the waistband of my briefs. He and I both know that if I’m dumb enough to give, then I only deserve to receive. He takes the back of my briefs and yanks them out of my pants, causing the grey fabric to launch out of its position and work its way up my back. With 2 full yanks with his right hand, this man is able to get them to the middle of my back. He pulls me back up to a standing position, then takes both of his hands on my briefs and pulls on my briefs hard enough to be suspended in the air. He takes one final yank by my legholes and with two bounces, takes pleasure in listening to my legholes scream for his mercy.
He lets me back down on the ground and lets me leave, knowing that I paid the price for being too excited to see more of his boxer briefs, that is, without asking of course.
