I was chatting with a bud today about underwear and what got us into underwear and it made me sit back and reflect on what got me into underwear. I’m sure that I have told this story on here before, but I couldn’t find it in the past few months worth of archives, so I figured I would tell it again.
When I was a freshman in high school, there was mandatory PE class. So, the locker that I am assigned is next to this senior. He had quite the bulge/package. He wore these skimpy little bikinis by Brut in all different colours. They were always so hot to see on him. I would look every time, just to see them, and for a while, used to keep track of what colours he wore. He liked to parade around the locker room in just those bikinis, and, sometimes in nothing at all. I swear he knew I was looking and stayed in just his underwear as long as he could so I could see, but I can’t prove that.
I can still remember his name and what he looked like in those bikinis, and I’ve been hooked on underwear ever since!
Here’s the pink pair of Impetus trunks I have had on all day today. Very comfy.