Was just doing a little shopping for these… didn’t find what I wanted, but enjoyed the photos

I’ve always loved BVD white briefs – they’re a classic underwear brand.  But this ad does it for me..woah!

Just a quick note with some white briefs sales running on Amazon at the moment:

Musingwear – who doesn’t love a good pair of pouch fit:

BVDs – old fashioned but a great fit:

Under Armour has these cool new BoxerJocks – check it out…

And lastly…Hanes. Yummy.

Happy underwear shopping!

I have had an underwear fetish for as long as I can remember. I am especially attracted to guys who still wear white briefs. My fetish went into full bloom during my high school years when I had many opportunities
to check out guys in the locker room, or to get glimpses of waistbands. I prided myself in being able to tell whether a guy was wearing “boy” size briefs or “adult” size briefs just by looking at the waistband. Pete was
one person I had until a few days ago, never seen with his pants all the way down. We were both 24 years old and I had only seen the waistband of his BVD’s and I yearned to know what lied underneath his clothed body. I recently found out that Pete was gay, which would probably explain why he was modest in the locker room, he obviously did not want anyone to see the hard on he got watching everyone change. Upon hearing he was gay, I called Pete last Tuesday with an urgent request. “Let’s go some place where no one is around and let me into your pants. I am just dying to see and touch your briefs” A slightly shocked Pete agreed to grant my plea.

The deal was struck. We would meet at the mall and after grabbing a bite to eat we would drive in my truck behind a closed business near by and he would reveal what was under his pants. I was pretty nervous while I waited for Pete to arrive at the designated spot. He eventually pulled up in his red Honda Prelude, clad in a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. As we walked into the mall I started to get a hard on just looking at Pete. He was my age, a dark skinny Hispanic of almost 6 feet, with black hair and emerald green eyes. My bulge got even bigger as we made small talk, know that in a few minutes I would be setting my eyes and hands on the most elusive piece of cotton in my world.

After a quick lunch Pete got into the passenger seat of my green Nissan 4X4 truck and we drove to an area behind a Best Buy that had gone out of business. The local was out of the view of the general public, but the thought that someone might see us only made me more horny. After we parked I sat behind the wheel of my truck, clad in a dark blue Old Navy t’shirt, a pair of loose fitting basket ball shorts and my white briefs with the word HANES repeated around my waistband. I told Pete, “what I really want to do is see you pull down your pants so I can see and touch your briefs, if you want to do anything else I am game”. Well a once quiet Pete took a dominate role as he leaned over and ran his left hand over my crotch. “It feels like your just a tad bit horny” Pete said, as he cupped his hand over my clothed erection. “Ok, here we go” he said as he opened the passenger door and stepped out of the truck facing me. He undid the button of his jeans and unzipped the fly. He clutched his hands to the seams of his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. I was is awe. After 7 years of waiting there he was standing, facing me in his white briefs with the words Fruit of the Loom on the waistband, I noticed an erection growing in those briefs as he turned around and let me see the back side. My started beating faster as I feasted on the site of his worn briefs accenting his dark butt cheeks. He turned around and got back in the truck. He said to me, ” now you have seen mine, now let me see yours”. I stuttered the world “sure” as I nervously pulled my basket ball shorts down to my ankles. There we were, both vulnerable to each other and anyone who happened to pass by. My cock was so hard it was trying to escape the bondage of my briefs, pre-cum began to appear on my underwear as well.

I lost any inhibition I had before and with my right hand caressed my hand over his worn briefs. The feel of the cotton of his once forbidden briefs had me on cloud 9. I started to trace my fingers on the seams of his
briefs, that area where the cotton meets the flesh. As I cupped my hand over his growing bulge I hardly noticed that he was doing the same to me. With one hand he pulled my waistband out, releasing my thick cock. I felt no embarrassment as he continued to pull the front of my waistband down until it was secured under my balls. He put his hand like a fist over my bare cock and started to slowly jerk me off as I played with his briefs. After running my hands over his crotch, my arm ventured between his brief clad butt and the seat of my truck. I ran my fingers over his ass taking the time to probe his butt crack. At that point I figured I got what I asked for, but there was more to come.

“If we have gone this far we may as well go all the way” Pete told me in a wicked sort of voice. I followed his lead as he pulled off his shirt and pulled his Fruit of the Looms all the way down to his knees. As we sat
there bare naked my eyes were fixed on his 7 inch cut cock that was standing at full attention. I looked down and saw my own cock was hard as a rock with a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. For the next few minutes we jerked each other off, first slowly, with the pace getting faster until we both had near simultaneous orgasms. He shot two loads onto his hairless chest and I was only able to shoot one load onto my chest. In the back of my mind I wish I had not masturbated before our meeting, which left me with
less than my usual 3 shots of cum at orgasm.

After catching our breaths, Pete leaned over and planted a long French kiss on me and said, “if only I had known, we could have had a lot of fun together in the past”. I nodded in agreement, but I was just happy to be in the present. The thought of what to do with our cum came to his mind and I said, “I want your underwear” rather boldly. Pete took that in stride as he slipped his shoes off and used his feet to pull his jeans and briefs all the way off. He then used his white Fruit of the Looms to clean the cum off his chest and then off mine. He then handed the undergarment to me and said, “keep it and use it for next time”.

As I pulled my underwear and shorts back up, he struggled just a bit to get his jeans all the way back on without getting his deflated cock pricked by his zipper. We put our shirts on, acting like nothing happened and I drove him back to his car. After a quick kiss on the lips he left my truck and drove away in his car. Not wanting to get embarrassed possessing a pair of cum filled briefs during my drive home I put them in the leg opening of my shorts. I drove home with the wet undies pressed between my thigh and shorts before the briefs took up residence inside a plastic zip loc baggie that kept in my dresser. For 2 months I would use those briefs as a cum rag for my masturbation sessions, always thinking back to that magical afternoon. Pete and I did not get a chance to have a session like that again, as he had to join his Navy outfit for a tour in Iraq, but his briefs are here and waiting for his return