Caught: Part II ———————————— Chapter 2 Connor’s mind was ..

Caught: Part II ———————————— Chapter 2 Connor’s mind was racing, trying to think of some reasonable explanation for what Tim is seeing. “I…I was trying to play a prank on you,” Connor said. “A prank,” said Tim, “with those?” He was pointing at the white briefs Connor had clutched in his right hand. “Y-yeah, my mom got me these for Christmas, so I just had them laying around, uh, unused, and thought it would be..” “Connor. Please. I know you wear tighty whities dude,” Tim said, cutting him off, “so I’m not sure why you’re lying to me. I also had a pack in my underwear drawer, which is open right behind you.” Connor was taken aback at first, trying to think how Tim knew about his own undies. Connor looked at the pack of briefs, then to the open drawer, and then stared blankly at Tim, his brain completely unable to think of what to say that would reasonably explain this situation. After nothing but a few random “uh’s” and “um’s,” Tim finally spoke up. “Look, I clearly interrupted something, so whatever, we don’t have to talk about it right here. Just get dressed and come out to the kitchen. I’ve got some pancakes and bacon waiting for you.” Connor kept his mouth open and continued staring as Tim quickly turned around and walked towards the door. Before the door closed, Tim stopped and turned around. “Dude,” he said, “if you need some undies, just take a pair.” He gestured to the pack in Connor’s hand. With that, Tim smirked and closed the door. Connor took a moment to process what had just happened, but once he came to, he placed the pack back in the drawer and shut it. He walked into the attached bathroom and looked at himself. It was the first time he had seen himself since he woke up. He didn’t recognize the shirt he was wearing, or sweatpants. He must’ve spilled a drink or something and then changed somehow. The clothes must’ve been Tim’s. He walked back out to the bedroom and saw a tied up shopping bag in the corner. Connor found his t-shirt and jeans balled up. He pulled his shirt out and saw a huge red stain on the front. Connor assumed this must be how Tim knew his own underwear preference. He must’ve helped him out of his dirty clothes and let him borrow some. Connor lowered the sweatpants and saw the condition of his undies. They were also stained red. They were Hanes white briefs, but it looked like someone had made a bad attempt at tie-dyeing them. He also noticed a bunch of white and red string falling from the right side. He turned and then grabbed at the back of his briefs, finding a huge rip below the back center of the waistband. Unsure how his briefs got this way, he stripped off the briefs and tossed them aside. Connor jumped in the shower to rinse off. He considered jerking off, but pushed it from his mind as he remembered that Tim was waiting for him. After a couple minutes, he shut the water off and then realized that he didn’t have any clean clothes to change into. His thoughts flickered back to the opened pack of FTL’s in Tim’s drawer. Wrapping himself in a towel, Connor grabbed his torn up undies and his borrowed clothing and went to grab a pair of Tim’s briefs. As he slid them on, he felt himself getting aroused. The softness of the fabric against his junk was so nice, plus the knowledge they belonged to someone else. With his borrowed clothes on, he took a deep breath, and then walked out the bedroom door down the hall. Tim was sitting at the kitchen table, watching TikTok’s on his phone. The table was set and there was a plate of bacon and a stack of pancakes waiting. Avoiding Tim’s eyes, Connor walked over to the fridge to get something to drink. He opened the door and bent over to take a look, then heard Tim chortle, “Ha, how do they fit?” To Be Continued…