Glen Dirty Class Reunion Pt. 1

Jock to Dweeb

There was a beep, and soon my car appeared to me. He opened the doors and started doing a sweep of his checklist. As he's finishing up I noticed a pile of crumbs on the passenger side and jokingly tell him "This better not ruin my deposit," pointing and laughing. He nervously laughed and jumped into action. Immediately grabs a napkin out of his pocket and starts going after the mess and of course I'm loving it because now this dweebs tightie whities are on full display. I'm literally sweating in the middle of winter just wanting to get these undies up his back. He's literally almost done and I just blurt "nice tightie whities," he jumped up and immediately tucked his shirt back in. "Sorry, I forgot my belt, it's laundry day, my uniform hasn't been cooperating, I don't usually sag, especially enough for my briefs to be on display," he laughs as he does one last secure tuck. "It's all good, just you have a build like almost bodybuilder and sporty, I assumed you'd be a boxer wearer," I say to him as he's turning more and more red.