Tighty Whities Christmas








Jake had always loved Christmas, but it felt a little silly for his mom to continue to insist the stockings were from Santa when he was a college freshman and his brother was a sophomore in high school. All the same, he smiled appreciatively as she handed him his red knit stocking.
“And one for our guest. Santa never misses a beat.” His mom said, handing a stocking to Jake’s roommate Randy with a wink.
“Oh, wow! Thanks!” He said with a chuckle. "This is great!"
“Dig in, boys.” Jake did not need to be told twice, his hand plunging into the stocking. Oh, great. She put boxers right on top, he thought. He pulled them out and his face turned red as realization dawned. Boxers, they were not. It was a pair of white briefs!
He quickly stowed them out of Randy’s sight and dug in. Ugh, another one. And another. Another! Another? Jake’s face grew more and more red as he pulled a dozen pairs of white briefs out of his stocking.  Was there anything else in there? How did his mom or "Santa" not know he didn't wear these?
He heard Randy snort and he met his gaze. It was impossible to hide the small mountain of tighty whities next to Jake.
“Guess it’s a white Christmas.”

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  1. I love all your storys but please repost on this wicked stepmother please!!

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