I caught myself appreciating boys in tighty-whities when in School Phys Ed (seventh and eighth grades). In the locker room, I chanced some random sly looks at the boys that wore plain white briefs. I found that boys who wore boxers did not draw my attention. It was a very basic rejection, they gave no hint of what hung inside the loose folds of cloth. But those stunning bright white briefs presented a tantalizing interplay of light, shadow and curvature.
While settling into a pair after a shower, slightly wet skin and moisture absorbing fabric with elastic bands created a bit of a struggle for fitment. Usually the briefs-wearer needed to make several small adjustments until he had things just right. I found that a properly-packed pair of whitie tighties was somehow more tantalizing than nakedness itself.
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Starting when we were just babies, there were two other boys in our block that were the same age as me. We were together all the time not... -
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i also only had white briefs when i was in school. no one had color underwear. i always like the way they held my stuff in place. i like to show off my bulge to other boys. i was not shy at all like some of the other boys were. in the locker room every boy had white underwear and i was so fascinated looking at the front of the older boys undies seeing there nice bulges.
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