Saturdays are my days to do things that are far away from my regular tasks during the week. Never one to spend a day sitting around for too long, I’ll typically head to the gym and then work on some things around the house, maybe go for a drive. As far as Saturdays go, today’s been a banner day. It’s perfect outside. After a nice, long run in the bright sun, I went out for a drive before spending the rest of the afternoon in the garage working on the car. You know, really manly stuff. And since you’re over for the weekend while my wife is away, I even washed and vacuumed your car for you. It’d been so long and I’m such a great guy, aren’t I?
I’m walking back inside, my white t shirt clinging to me. It’s been hot today and a little humid. I’m sweaty, but not too bad. And working on the car isn’t always the cleanest activity. So along with a clinging shirt, there are a few rather obvious oil and dust stains on the white cotton. My arms stretch the material, rising up past my biceps as I carry in a few tools. The pair of black athletic shorts hide a simple pair of light blue boxerbriefs. Not quite my favorite pair, but I didn’t want to risk somehow getting those particularly gross. I know how much you like them after all.