The Journey to Being a Pantsexual - Joe x His Pants

Chapter 1 The Usual Day

I put in spiders by SOAD because it sounds delightful. You don't have to play it if you don't want to. It kind of fits if you listen to the lyrics. If you listen, keep the volume lower. The audio is louder, plus it's a load band.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

The timer went off, and my cryogenic sleeping chamber opened up. I turned over to the other one, and the same for that one too.

I walk over to the other chamber, and vast in the glory of what lies in front of me. It's my favourite and only pair of pants. I call him my pants.

We had to do the morning routine we do everyday. I took him out of his perfectly indented case, made just for him. I spray painted my pants a different shade of grey, so people don't get suspicious.

I then slowly slip my shaved legs ever so slowly into his long protective holes. It felt orgasmic. To wear my pants, felt better than a touch from Pope Francis.

I started to walk around preparing the rest of myself, and my pants. Feeling the woosh and rubbing of my pants on my legs, makes me feel special. Maybe because the pants give me erections when I walk around.

Oh how sexy it is to have my dick in my pants. My pants know how to do it better than any other living organism. It's my number one guilty pleasure, but I don't feel guilty.

We walked downstairs to go to the bus stop. We get in my parents car, then drive over to the depressing parking lot, that belongs to an old hotel that is no longer open.

When the bus arrives, we get out, and walk on. We sit in the seat, feeling the squish of my butt, my pants, and the smooth leathery seat.

We soon fall asleep, laying there not caring what the world thinks about us. They wouldn't understand what it's like to love your pants. Especially my pants.

School was normal enough. We sat together in every class. The only difference between us and other people, is we're constantly turned on. We never have a boring day.

Lunch came around, and I ate my ham on bread. I was making sure to drop bread crumbs for the pants. Then fruit snacks, but my pants are allergic to fruit snacks, so only I ate them.

I also ate pineapple. Pineapple makes the white viscous liquid taste better. It's for my pants. I also have to casually slip pineapple into the hole in my pants. My pants eat too, because they're very much alive.

We go through the rest of the day all the same. No surprises, except for when my pants road up my crouch. My pants we're feeling excited for our plans later, so it was only natural.

We rode back to a panera on the bus. We got into my parents' car, and drove home.

When we got home, it was time for the thing. I'm so excited. I'm practically jumping out of my pants, before we were ready to do anything. Hope no on sees us getting freaky.