Clothes Snatched

Lucas Ledford is asleep on his bed, his almost bare body tangled in the light blue sheets, gentle snores escaping his lips. Sunlight is draped over him through the nearby window, yearning for him to wake. His right hand is unconsciously fastened safely beneath his Hanes white briefs, squeezing his morning surprise. A moan escaped his lips as he played with his foreskin, his fingers delicately curled around his sex. It had been only three months since he had turned twenty-three but he still was the only one that had ever shared this bed. Or any bed.

Yeah, he was a virgin to much of his own chagrin.

The alarm on his phone started to go off - that obnoxious Marimba music that always seemed to wake him up. "Give me another minute," he groaned, curling up into a ball as the phone continued to ring; he only lasted about thirty seconds before reaching up and grabbing the phone, groggily deactivating the phone. He cupped his hands with both hands and rubbed himself, hoping to wash off whatever headache he had from the night before. "That was some night."

"Hey, Luke?"

That was Max, his friend that also lived in the house. Both of them knew each other from high school and quickly became fast friends around sophomore year of college, where they both needed a place to stay. This house became their home. After a few years had passed, a couple named Ellie and Jackson moved in, though they weren't around nearly as much as the two of them.

"Yeah?"

"I know you might not be interested after your wild time on the town last night but would you like to go to the store with me? We're fresh out of groceries."

"Sure, Max," Luke yelled from his seat, stretching as he prepared to begin his day. He stood up from the bed and walked over to a nearby mirror, puzzling as he looked over himself. His dirty-blonde hair was awfully close to his shoulders - his older brother always made fun of his "shag" - which made Luke wonder if he should also go to the barbershop while he was at it. He had shaved the night before, revealing his full lips and cleft chin. His body wasn't as built as he had hoped but it wasn't as if anyone else was gonna see his scrawny frame anyways. He looked awkwardly at the briefs he was wearing, his left hand pulling back the waistband and looking down. Maybe he should ditch the tighty-whities if he were going out. As far as he knew, no one else was aware that he still had some and he'd like to keep it that way. He only had a couple of pairs too - mostly Christmas gifts from mom leftover throughout the years, despite him wearing boxer-briefs since he was fifteen - and mainly kept them as a spare for when he ran out of clothes, which happened this week.

Luke walked over to his bathroom and stumbled around, trying to find the basket of clean clothes. "I know I finished my load last night," he whispered to himself as he looked around the small room, before wandering back to his bedroom. There was no sight of the basket. Luke opened his dresser and was shocked to find the first drawer totally empty save for some socks and three pairs of white briefs. "That is strange," he said, shrugging his shoulders and yanking off his underpants, replacing them with a fresh pair of briefs in the meanwhile. It wasn't like anyone was gonna see him, anyways.

Then, he opened the second drawer.

Then, the third drawer.

His dresser was completely empty! Where did his clothes go? He could have sworn that before he went out the night before, they were in a basket right inside the bathroom door.. but the basket was gone and so were his clothes. Luke was so incredibly confused that he didn't notice the knock behind him and the door subsequently opening in response to his silence.

"You ready?"

Luke froze in place as he heard his friend behind him. Oh, shit.