Nick Bennett noticed his old white cotton briefs, now, sort of grey and worn, were coming away from the waistband. Along the elastic band, the material showed holes at the points of separation. Nick’s cock jumped some at the thought of what was to come. This frayed undergarment would allow him to feel like a nasty slut. A week back, he’d fantasized about this pair of drawers at the first sound of a tear.
Putting his thumb in one of the sagging holes, Nick felt an erotic heat come over him. Holding the waistband, he pulled down on the thin cotton material, opening up a gaping hole. The way the underwear was made, the crotch was the only part that was reinforced. Nick tore away all of the thin cotton parts, leaving just the band, two thin straps for the legs, and what looked to be a cotton athletic cup.
He put his feet inside the straps, and pulled the Fruit of the Loom jockstrap up his shaking legs. He was gripped with anticipation and desire. Moving over the coarse hairs on his thighs, the ass-less panty met his scrote.