Posted Wed Nov 11, 2015 | 394 Words | Tagged story matt hughes

I knew James loved Matt Hughes a lot, and with it coming up to Christmas I thought I would get home something I know he’d love. I was browsing on eBay for items that would be interesting to get. I came across a pair of boxers which were white with a red strip on the top and looked fairly fancy. The title claimed they were “Matt Hughes Boxers”, the grammar annoying me slightly as it would.

The price was ridiculously cheap, but the seller had an 100% feedback rating so I thought I’d go for it. If it was rubbish, I could just send it back and get something else I assume.

Christmas Eve came around and I let him open his present early, especially after teasing him for a month beforehand as to what it was. He read the ticket and instantly got excited around them. I tempted him to putting them on, so he could pretend to be him. He really managed to pull off his cockiness, in fact spookily well.

Christmas Day rolled quickly around and I was sure his cock was… bigger. Also he was still wearing the boxers, and I doubt he wanted to take them off but still it was a little odd. He was still acting cockier, parading around with his cock just hanging out. Thankfully later on when various family turned up he calmed down a little, although it was still odd.

By Boxing Day I was sure his hair had thinned out. I looked at the last photo of him, and sure enough a lot of it had fallen out. Would also explain the masses amount of hair that had appeared on the sofa. It was like we literally had a dog, moulting hair everywhere.

Around the evening I was falling asleep to some film I can’t remember but sleepily putting on, when he creeps in the doorway exposing himself. He spoke in an accent unlike his own, sounding… exactly like Matt Hughes…

“Oi, you gunna suck on this or what mate. Keeping you around for one reason only mate. Not like you’re gonna say no to me like”

He was right, I didn’t want to say no. Something nagged at me saying this is wrong, but I’m sure if there was any trace of James left he’d be bowing down to him as well.