Danny’s Underwear Story
Today’s story submission: Danny’s Underwear Story
Growing up in the 1970s, I wore plain white briefs for underwear, as did all boys back then, because that’s all there was. I enjoyed going around the house in just my underwear and a shirt all day long, even in the wintertime since the house was kept plenty warm. I did lots of things to explore these youthful interests. For example, at school I would walk around the playground and look for other boys whose underwear was showing above their pants. I noted the waistband stripe style and I could usually identify the brand, too.
I had lots of underwear. My mom was always buying it whenever we went to K-Mart or Sears, or other such stores. I had about eight different waistband styles at any given time. I had lots of Fruit of the Loom (two thin blue stripes), some Hanes (black-red-black), and my favorite, K-Mart’s house brand. These had a wide, strong waistband with a single bold red stripe (I may have had some with a black stripe, too). The fabric on these was softer and thicker, and they came up higher on my body. Some of them had two layers in the seat, while others were single-ply.
History of my Brief-taking encounters
Today’s story is from David.
I’ve always been fascinated by men in underwear and I knew it at a very young age. The first time I ever took briefs that weren’t my own was at a boy scout camp. At the end of the week, there was a pile of clothes in the lost and found and I rummaged through it and grabbed every pair that would fit me. I wore them all the time and it was great because my mother never questioned where they came from when she did the laundry. The most exciting points during this was when I would go to my friend Joey’s house. He wore briefs too and we were both young and curious. Countless times we would be at each other’s houses and have sleepovers. We would change in front of each other and soon we started getting really scandalous and touch each other. The same thing happened with my next door neighbor, Jordan, but he was a little younger than me and smaller. Eventually, Joey’s mother walked in on us one day while we were both cuddling naked with our white fruit of the looms around our legs and she put an end to that.
Landlord Locked Out in his Skivvies
A user submitted story…
One night on my floor of the apartment building, the ground floor, and I happened to be living in the unit next to the landlord, there was a commotion in the hallway. I heard a lot of banging and yelling, and finally my LL’s voice as he followed the troublemakers out the back door into the alley. I listened, but mostly just shrugged to myself and let the incident go. Then, a few minutes later, a tapping on my window from the narrow path outside running between this building and the next. It was good ole LL, and I did not notice what he was (or was not) wearing when he said, “Hey, came out without my keys, can you come open the back door?” Well, why not?
When I opened the back he came charging inside, shivering against the cold night, and he was wearing a pair of Hanes briefs, and into them he’d tucked a white tank-top. What was the matter? I wanted to know. I deliberately did not step aside and let him to his apartment door. “Ah, nothing, nothing, loud kids, lemme just…” but I lingered in his way, asking what they’d been up to, should the tenants know about it, and so forth. Finally he took to crossing his hands in front of his crotch, and his cold-air cheek-rosiness had become outward bashfulness.
At last I thanked him for keeping an eye on the building, and he dashed around me and through his front door. Simple sighting, yet so rewarding.
Rest Area Tighty Whities
Today’s story from tylertightywhities…
I always enjoy the stories posted on the website, so after this happened to me, I knew I had to share it here:
Last week I was making about an 8 hour trip back from college to visit family for thanksgiving. I had already put on some nice clothes to wear to see family, but after a couple hours on the road they were pretty uncomfortable. I knew I had a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt with me so I pulled off at the next rest area and figured I’d change clothes really quick. I figured there wasn’t any use going into the rest area to change, I’d just do it by the car. I didn’t really care if a couple people saw me strip to my tighty whities. I had parked away from the building and close to where all the truckers parked. Didn’t see anyone around at first so I got out, found my sweats and went ahead and took off the shirts I was wearing and put them back in the car. Then I started to take off my jeans, got them off one of my legs and in trying to take them off my other leg managed to fall completely to the ground. I managed to stand up and get the jeans completely off.
By this time a few minutes had passed and I hadn’t been paying attention at all to anything around me. After I got the jeans off I look up and some guy is about 20 feet way coming towards my car. He was coming from the direction of the 18-wheelers so I assumed he drove one of those. He was a pretty young guy, upper 20s or lower 30s, a lean decent looking guy. So there I was standing by the side of my car in nothing but my Hanes tighty whities, not to mention he had probably seen me fall down with my pants half off. He came up said “nice undies man. do you normally strip down on the side of the road?” Because I was still kind of surprised, instead of reaching for any clothes to put on I just stood there and just studdered “no, not really” in response. I was even more surprised by what he said next: “its cool, I normally wear briefs too. they help keep things in place.” “yeah they do” I said.
While I continued to stand there in nothing but my hanes he looked down at his waist and pulled out his pants a little to check out his underwear. He looked up and smiled and proceeded to unzip his pants and take them off (without falling). he took off his shirt too and before I even knew what was going on he was standing there in nothing but his white fruit of the loom briefs. And they were the ones with the FTL waistband, so he had had them for awhile. But he looked nice. He laughed and said “now you aren’t alone in your whitey tighteys”. I laughed awkwardly as I starred at him.
Then he said “come on, lets go in, they won’t know what the hell happened when they see us.” And after standing there in shock for a few more seconds I managed to say okay and he just left his clothes on the ground by my car and then we both headed to the rest area in nothing but our tighty whities. We got a lot of stares and a few comments but it felt awesome and was a huge adrenaline rush. Pretty sure I had a boner by the time we walked out but I didnt even care. He grabbed his clothes off the ground after we got to my car and he simply said “nice to meet ya man, take it easy” and he walked away, still in his tighty whities. Never even found out the guys name. But I will never forget this.