Today’s tighty whities tale is from one of our regular readers.  Enjoy

I suppose I’ll start out with some background information on myself. I’m a twenty four year old white guy. I’m average I suppose. I’m about to graduate from college finally. I just figured that as a guy who has girded his loins in white briefs his whole life, I would share my thoughts on the issue.
I remember as a kid, white briefs were the standard issue. I suppose I wore them because they were what my father wore but ALL my friends wore them too. They were the only underwear I even knew existed. All I knew was sometimes I got the Hanes, which had the distinctive grey lettering and sometimes I got the blue and gold stripe fruit of the looms. At every sleepover before around age 13 we all had white briefs on. Every time we were at the change room at the pool we were all clad in the same white briefs. I spent some great time as a boy playing superhero and the like in my underwear.

Entering my teenage years (around 1998) boxers seemed to become really popular. Sagging was cool and boxers were what you were supposed to be showing. I would have to say to my horror that about 90% percent of guys in my age group switched to boxers. Now that I was in Jr. High, we had to change and shower for gym class.
Having to shower with other guys was awkward especially as I was kind of a late bloomer. What made it worse was our school required us to wear a jock in gym so I had to change underwear twice. What I didn’t expect was that as my peers had switched to boxers it had become uncool for me to wear my white briefs and I would end up on the receiving end of ridicule. I stood by for some time playing it off and ignoring the bullying. Eventually I broke down and asked my dad to get me some boxers. I was met with a rather firm “No”. He told it like it was. He said they were uncomfortable, I wouldn’t like them and it would be a waste of money. I knew I was defeated and accepted it pretty quickly the first go round. After another year I was fourteen and after more teasing from my peers and begging for boxers I got my mom to get me some. I was so thrilled to be free of my class mates ridicule that I tossed out all my Hanes and dove right into boxers. I wore them for about six months every day, all day. It was nice to be free of the teasing about “tighty whities” but boxers were intolerably uncomfortable to me. The legs rode up and bunched and the waistband wouldn’t stay down. My genitals were just dangling free and I always ended up with a wedgie. No fun if you ask me. When I asked my mom for more briefs she told me I had to ask my father. I suppose he saw this coming in hindsight. I dreaded it but I remember asking him to get me back into briefs pretty clearly. He laughed at me gave me the “told ya so” treatment for about an hour it must’ve been. Eventually he drove me to the store and picked me up a new stockpile of fresh white Hanes. Just like his only scaled down to my dimensions. Upon arriving home I dashed off to my room immediately tearing open the plastic packaging as my father laughed.
From that day on I have worn white Hanes briefs. The waistband has changed a couple times but I have never wavered. As I hit puberty around fifteen (told you I was late) I began to appreciate that extra support briefs provide as well as there ability to hide awkward erections. Through high school the teasing died off (funny how when things grow during puberty that happens) and I’ve noticed most of the guys in boxers have settled on boxer briefs. As for me: like father like son. I’m going to stick to my white briefs and when I have a kid he’ll be raised the same as me.

In briefs.