In My Buddy’s Briefs

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I’ll be honest, my heart skipped a beat when Brent gave me the biggest bear hug as I stepped out of the taxi.

“Man, it is so good to see you,” said Brent, beaming. “It means so much that you came all the way here.”

“I am happy to be here,” I said, and I really was. “I couldn’t let you celebrate Thanksgiving all alone in your dorm.

Brent and I were best buds since middle school. We did everything together: studied together, partied together, worked out together, confided in each other. It was hard when he left for college in September. But now, after months of being apart, we were going to spend the long weekend together on his college campus.

“Come with me, I will show you my room,” said Brent as he led the way. “Wait. Where are your bags?”

“Don’t get me started,” I said, sighing. “Bullshit with the Greyhound. When they dropped me off at the station, they couldn’t find my bags. They are gonna try to track them down but who knows when I’ll get my shit.”

“That sucks bud, but don’t let that dampen your mood. We’ll figure something out,” said Brent.

We walked into Brent’s dorm building. It was like a ghost town.

“Where is everybody?” I asked.

“All gone back to their families,” said Brent. “Who needs them anyway. We’ll make our own fun. The college gym is open, there is a great pizza joint in town, and my dorm has a pool table.”

“What about beer?” I asked.

“There is plenty of beer, bud!” said Brent, throwing his arm around my shoulder as we walked down the dorm hall.

“Here we are,” said Brent as he swung open his dorm room. It was nothing special. A small room with white walls containing a single bed, a desk, a wardrobe cabinet and a small fridge. On his walls were some photos tacked up, include that pic of us in the locker room after the final rugby match. We were shirtless, covered in mud, and grinning from ear-to-ear. I leaned over to examine it.

“Wasn’t that the best fucking day,” said Brent.

“Damn right,” I said. “And somehow, I feel dirtier after my 8 hours on the Greyhound than I did after that match.”

“Hit the showers, man,” said Brent. “We passed the shower room at the top of my hall.” He threw a towel my way.

After a quick rinse I was feeling better. I wrapped the towel around my waist, made my way down the hall and stepped back into Brent’s dorm room still dripping with some water.

“I knew it!” said Brent excitedly.

“What?”

“When I gave that hug, I knew you got jacked. Look at your fucking chest.”

I tried not to smile. “You mean this?” I said as I flexed by pecs before lifting my arms to give a classic Adonis pose. In all my showmanship my towel slipped off my waist and I grabbed it quickly, laughing. I was happy Brent had noticed. I had been stepping up my gym game since he left. Less socializing had meant more time to lift and I was adding muscle fast.
“What are you benching now?” asked Brent.

“You answer first” I said, chuckling. We were always competitive like that. I was faster on the track than Brent, but he could lift more. I was hopeful I had finally caught up to his size and strength.

“Uh, bud – can you spot me some clothes?” I asked. Without my luggage, I was stuck.

“Of course,” said Brent throwing me a tshit and pair of jeans from his wardrobe.

“I’ll need boxers too,” I said, rather sheepishly.

Brent returned to his wardrobe and he passed me something. I stared at it in my hand.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Briefs, bud. Go ahead, put them on.”

“What about boxers, do you have any boxers?” I asked. I had spent my whole life in boxers and I thought Brent did too.

“I’m a college man now. College girls don’t want a man in baggy boxers.”

I stared at the briefs in my hand: Calvin Klein white hip briefs. It seemed like some much less material than what I was used to wearing.

“When in Rome…” I said as I stepped into the briefs and slipped them up over my ass and junk. I tossed my towel onto the desk chair.

“See,” said Brent. “Total upgrade. You just manned-up.”

I stood there taking it in. Something about having my junk supported by the pouch of the briefs made me self-conscious, like my package was somehow on display. And although I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, there was something exciting about knowing Brent’s junk was once in these briefs, although I quickly tried to push that thought out of my mind.

“Okay bud, lets go grab some pizza,” said Brent, interrupting my temporary trance. I finished getting dressed. “Damn bro, don’t stretch my clothes with that new body of yours,” said Brent and he patted my chest through the t-shirt. Something about that comment made my dick flinch but I ignored it as we headed out of his room.

....more to come.
 

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It was late by the time we got back to the dorm. After pizza, Brent took me to the townie bar that never ids and we tossed back a few beer while reminiscing about high school girls and parties. We knew it was time to leave when the cougars started pouncing.

“Okay, here is the plan,” said Brent as we stumbled back into the dorm room. “You take the bed and I’ll take the floor.”

“No way, it is your bed. I’ll take the floor.”

“Nope, its decided, “ said Brent as he unrolled a foam gym mat on the small bit of floorspace beside the bed. “You travelled all this way, it is the least I can do.”

I sat on the bed, “if you say so. Can I borrow some pyjama pants?”

Brent looked at me strange, “just sleep in your briefs, man. That is what I do.”

“Yeah, of course. I didn’t think of that.”

We started to undress. My heart sank when Brent pulled his shirt over his head. In my self-absorption over my improved body, I never noticed that Brent had made massive gym gains as well. His chest popped more than ever and his delts were like cannonballs. He had added inches to his arms while increasing the definition between his tris and his bis. He also had added definition to his abs and obliques. What an idiot I was to think I could catch up to him. My recent gains, while massive, just didn’t match up.

I turned around to get undressed, feeling suddenly shy. When I turned back around, we stood there for a moment face to face in our briefs. Brent was wearing the same Calvin Klein hip briefs as me, but in black.

He put one hand on my shoulder, “Is everything alright?” he asked, looking at me in the eye with an inquisitive look. He must have picked up on my shift in mood.

“Yeah man, I’m all good,” I lied.

“Great!” Brent said, relieved. “Cause I don’t want to hit the hay yet, let's crack open one more beer.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said as Brent grabbed two beers from his mini fridge. We drank them, lounging in our briefs, as Brent told me about this girl he met in his bio class. They had been on two dates but he was getting mixed signals from her and it was driving him crazy. It felt good to shoot the shit like this. Just chilling in our underwear felt like being in the locker room again with the rugby team, but this time it was just the two of us. This is what male bonding is all about, I thought to myself. I suddenly felt like being honest.

“Bud, I gotta admit something.” I said.

“What bro?”

“I don’t mean no disrespected, and I am proud of you and all, but it crushed me a bit to see that you have been making gains these months as well. I thought I had finally caught up.”

Brent shook his head and started chuckling.

“What is so fucking funny,” I asked, feeling offended.

“I’m sorry man, it's just funny to me.”

“What, why?”

“Cause you have an awesome body, way better than 98% of the guys out there. And you are pushing yourself to improve it even further. Look at what you’ve done in just the past three months. You have nothing to be ashamed of, don’t compare yourself to me.”

“Well, it is hard not to compare when you are right in front of me.” I complained.

“Oh, I agree bud. And I know that I don’t measure up to you but in ways that are completely out of my control.”

Now I was confused. What on earth is he talking about? How was I superior to Brent in any way, shape, or form.

“Stand up,” Brent ordered. I stood and we faced each other. “Look at you,” Brent continued. “You got me beat in that department.” I looked down to see that Brent was pointing directly at my briefs. I stepped back in surprise. Now it was my turn to laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Look at how you fill those things,” said Brent. “Your junk fucking stretches the pouch. My junk doesn’t do that.”

I stood there in complete shock. Was Brent jealous of my dick? But why? We’d been naked around each other in lockerrooms for years. I had never noticed any difference in our size. In fact, I was pretty sure we were both well hung compare to other guys.

“You’re crazy, man,” I said. “We are both blessed with a large joystick. You must see that.”

“Then why do your briefs bulge like that?” he asked.

I looked down at myself, “I dunno. Maybe it is an optical illusion. Maybe your package looks smaller wearing black briefs. Don’t they say black is slimming, or some shit like that.”

“Okay, prove it. You put on the black ones,” said Brent. Before I could respond, Brent – still standing in front of me – slipped out of his briefs. I followed suit and slipped mine off too. We stood there naked, dicks flopping from side to side as we steadied ourselves. We exchanged briefs and his black briefs felt warm in my hand from his body heat. We each put on our swapped set of briefs, pulling the elastic bands over our bubble asses and adjusting our junk inside the pouch. We looked at each other to examine the outcome of the experiment.

“See,” I said, “no difference.”

“You’re a liar man, you still have the bigger bulge. It’s obvious to anyone,” said Brent, defeated. “Let’s just call it a night.”

“Okay man, if that is what you want” I said as Brent flipped the light switch. He settled onto his mat on the floor and I laid down on the bed.

In the dark, I thought about what had just happened, turning it over and over in my mind. Brent, my beefed-out longtime bud, was jealous of my package – but since when? I had never even noticed him staring at my junk before.

Then another thought hit me. Here I was, laying in his bed, now wearing the black brief he had been wearing all day. And he was now wearing the white briefs I had been in. And that thought made my dick swell. Like full-steel-rod swell. I rolled over to face the wall and adjusted my fully hard dick in the now very-tight black briefs. Even though it was pitch dark In the room, I prayed that Brent hadn’t noticed.

…more to come.