A buddy said "Cool vintage Joe Boxers." Little did he know these are Joe Boxer 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛𝙨!

“Dude, can't you knock?”

“We're brothers.” He said as if the thought of knocking was completely foreign. He wore a grey t-shirt and red and black plaid pajama pants, but he knew under them were tighty whities.

Could go either way!

Their general shape 😅

His stepmom was supposed to be here already… she was bringing his Speedos for the big race. He was ready to change into them, but she was taking her time…

He was nervous… he knew what would happen if she didn’t get here before it started… he didn’t want to think about it… #nude infront of everyone…

New underpants day

A great way to start the week!

There really isn't any difference between a swim brief and swim diaper

Sorry, it doesn't matter how old you are. A diaper as full as that, you'll need to go to the church nursery until after Sunday Service. We just reupholstered the pews

T-shirt with various zoo animals on it

You figure it's just a way to save money that he told the cashier at the zoo that you're also under 12 (and the fact that you somehow ended up wearing the same shirt as his son helped), but then he insisted you also take advantage of the free face painting

What’s the hottest thing a guy can do in a pair of tighty whities? 😈

The long and the short of it was, Jack could only hang there, hoping and praying they would let him down at the end of the night.

Just like high school, he thought glumly, the banner with its cheesy motto coming into view as Dan came over and set him swaying back and forth by his briefs.

He had spent the last few days texting with his friends from his high school days, but the few who were in his class rather than a grade above him or below him had been unable to come.

"Let's get him up there!" Dan said, eagerness coloring every syllable.

"Please, no... no!" Jack pleaded as his feet left the floor.

By the time the reunion started, Jack dangled from the basketball hoop. He saw a few sympathetic glances, but no one moved to help him down.

Jack felt like he was right back in high school, clawing desperately at the smooth floor of the gym as they dragged him, laughing and chatting among themselves as they dragged him by his briefs through a couple laps of the gym before they reached their destination: right under the basketball hoop.

Obsessed with how my hefty huggies feel bouncing between my legs.. im such an overgrown toddler 😵‍💫💜

And I'm talking "jumping on the trampoline in your briefs" levels of no shame

A boy who switched to boxer briefs at a reasonable age, but lives next door to a family of unrepentant tighty whities boys

"If I remember right, your favorite spot was the south hoop." Erick said.

"Right by the girls' locker room!"

"No! No!"

Jack could do nothing as they shoved him back on the floor, flipping him onto his face before one of them grabbed a fistful of his FTLs and began to drag him along the floor, the white cotton flossing his cheeks.

This one's a repost from Twitter, so what's going to happen is set in stone

"What?" Jack felt like a bucket of ice water had rushed over him.

"We don't got much time" Brad said, looking at his Apple watch again. "Let's get him in place."

"Not quite." Brad said, all but confirming Jack's fears.
"You saw all those photoboards of everything the class did in high school?" Erick asked. "We figured we gotta have the centerpiece of our high school memories: Dorky little Jacky in his baby whitey tighties!"

Outnumbered, he fell once again back into old habits, kicking and throwing punches, but it was no use.

"Ha ha, very funny." Jack said, sitting up. He tried to play it cool, but he had a very bad feeling as he looked at the smirking men above him. "Renewing memories or whatever?"

"Told you he still wears them!" Dan exclaimed as they stripped him down to his tighty whities. "Even the same old Fruit of the Looms!" They all laughed.
Before he even felt the rough hands on his shoulders, he landed on the gym floor.

"Are we done?" Erick asked.

"Well, it looks about as good as four guys can make it." Dan shrugged, looking around.

"Can't help but feel like it's missing something." Erick replied. Jack had turned to survey the gym, so he missed the nod that the trio shared.

Jack had gotten a week of After Schools for that streaking stunt from him, even though he had explained it had all been Brad. He shifted slightly, the familiar setting making the memories seem all the more real. Renewing memories might be right. He shuddered.

They all met back at the card table and Brad cracked open beers, distributing them out.
"That asshole Mr. Jensen retired, so he can't even come after us." He guffawed. All of them, Jack included, chuckled. Who hadn't had a run-in with Mr. Jensen?

Everyone had clearly grown up. Heck, when Dan bent over in those khaki shorts, Jack could have sworn he saw the hint of a briefs line. Checking out your former bullies? Dude. He scolded himself with an amused smirk.

Jack found himself slipping into old habits: looking over his shoulder, checking to make sure his waistband wasn't poking out of his jeans. He knew he was just being paranoid, but he did still wear tighty whities.