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doorway, grinning, sashaying
his overall-clad hips. “No problem, honey, I tell ‘em. Just point to what it is
you want and I’ll try and figure it out.” He hooted.
    “I’m thinking about
giving up that board of education thing.”
    Buddy’s head cocked,
eyeing his older friend carefully. “That’s great, boss. Let ‘em stew in their own juice. Give yourself some space to
start…moving on. Moving on.” He chanted it like a
mantra, fingers pointing skyward. “That fine head of hair is starting to look a
little thin,” he threw a smile over his shoulder, ducking out of the way to
miss the pencil Matt sailed through the open doorway. “Get on somebody else’s
board. Alice would agree. Let ‘em stew .” He ambled
away.
    Matt grimly got up to
shut himself off from the increasing noise level as the work bays revved up to
start another workday of repairing and maintaining the local automotive
inventory.
    Waving a morning
greeting to the men outside, the proprietor and manager of the CoveHaven full-service auto shop slammed the door a bit
more forcefully than he had planned. Buddy meant well, though his words still
rankled. They all meant well. And they all had their own burdens to bear. His
wasn’t that different. Many in the town had lost one or another loved one to
the grim reaper way before their time for one reason or other. And those left
behind kept on going. Most of them.
    He was supposed to set
an example. Roped into being the town volunteers, he and Alice had managed to
keep the members of the school board on a fairly even keel pretty good for the
years she had been alive, and he had done okay by himself up until the sex
education brouhaha, but it had become more and more stressful. Maybe it was now
time to cut that tie. Move on.
    Matt sat down and
opened the bottom drawer of his desk to pull out the padded envelope and its
contents.
    Well, he’d be damned.
    It was some sort of
microfiber stuff. And it wasn’t women’s underwear as he had thought.
    “It’s for a guy.” A
micro brief, he read from the label. “With shape-enhancing
seaming.” Matt held up the garment in front of him. A card fell out.
    From
your secret admirer , the looping cursive script read.
    He felt his neck heat
and the temperature rise in his plain boxer-brief encased center section. There
had been a time when he wouldn’t have been too surprised to get such a “gift.”
He had been a good-looking man. Attractive. Well put
together. A good catch. Very
desirable.
    Sexy,
even.
    He sure as hell hadn’t
felt desirable in a while…or sexy. But lately…maybe…
    He looked around. He
was alone.
    He wondered if the
briefs would fit, if he could squeeze all of his assets into the flimsy
appearing, soft caressing fabric with the “enhancing” crotch
    His dick wondered too.
Jeez, he was thickening up, getting hot under the balls.
    Matt shook his head in
disbelief. Somebody out there still thought of him as a sexy man and that this
probably ridiculously priced piece of merchandise would turn him on.
    He sure as hell
couldn’t go to the john in the shop to change. One of the guys might need to
take a quick leak.
    He sure as hell shouldn’t
strip in the office. All he needed was for Buddy or someone to catch him
wiggling his butt into black, silky undies…
    Shutting the door
firmly, Matt quickly yanked off his workboots ,
shucked his jeans, and peeled down his baggy boxer briefs.
    The black microfiber
was anything but baggy. It snugged him in all the right places, lifted, and
more than enhanced his happy dick and balls that after all those lonely months
seemed to be regaining the rightful attention they had long been denied.
    It cuddled and perked
up his ass. He’d have to get used to the cut of the fabric and the seaming that
separated his butt cheeks. He felt practically naked. Like he
was putting it all out there.
    Damn. He felt like a
dude. Ready.
    He slid his jeans back
on, the sturdy denim gliding like a spring breeze over