Ethan ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He put on a pair of boxer shorts. His dick was not as hard as before, but it hung out the left leg of his shorts. He put on his jeans and looked at himself in the mirror. His dick clearly stood out against his left leg. He sighed and took the jeans off. Somewhere in his dresser was a pair of jockey shorts he no longer wore. He found them buried in the bottom drawer. He too...

Dan had a trial in the morning. He had to figure out how to defend some stupid kid who broke into an old woman’s apartment and then got conked over the head with a frying pan. But it might as well have been him on trial, sitting in that chair next to the judge, trying to explain to his wife and three sons how he violated the same rules he had imposed on them. Dan tilted his head back and rubbed his eyes. It was late, past...