Briefs— the Other White Diapers

By Deeker

 

In addition to being fond of plain white cloth diapers, I have a strong passion for boys who wear white briefs, or "tighty whities" as they are called these days, often, unfortunately, with an air of derision. These days it's cool for boys to wear boxers, especially with all their colors and designs emblazoned on them. Personally I hate this trend. Immensely. If not diapers, I really wish all boys could go back to wearing plain white briefs again. From a practical standpoint there is certainly nothing wrong with them. In fact (while I have no cites to corroborate this), I understand that doctors thee days are seeing more boys coming in with groin injuries due to the lack of support boys need down there. Most of these boys aren’t even old enough to produce sperm, and even if they are, they shouldn’t be fathering children for many years still, so concerns towards reduced fertility due to wearing tighter underpants shouldn’t apply at this stage in a boy’s life.

 

From a fashion standpoint, having all boys wear white briefs uniformly puts all boys on a level playing field, so to speak. There would be no more locker-room ridicule aimed towards boys who wear tighty-whities, for one thing. Tighty-whities should remind a boy that he is a boy. I'd like to know why these changes took place. I mean, when did white briefs become such an anti-fashion statement? And what was wrong with letting boys' legs show? It's appalling that boys wear what are almost full-length pants to go swimming while girls can still strut around in butt-hugging one-piece swimsuits and bikinis. I really hope that these trends may reverse and once again boys will return to the glory days of wearing white briefs and short shorts.

 

What I’d really like to see come back are double-seated briefs, but these seemed to have disappeared in the late 70s early 80s, and wishing for them to come back would probably be asking too much. Boys look really cute with that extra layer of padding on their butts, and knowing a typical boy's lackluster wiping habits, this extra layer was good to have back there.

 

One thing I liked to do when I was a boy was compare my boys' briefs to my sisters’ girls' panties to affirm what I liked about boys' underwear. I liked how boys' underwear (at least back then) was mostly white and made of a thicker material and could be worn in multiples to serve as diapers. I liked how boys' underwear had a wide, strong waistband with stripes and it came up higher on the body, plus it had a fly front (and before the 1980s, double-seated backs), features that were absent on girls' panties. It made me so glad to be a boy.

 

My sisters never went around in their underwear anyway, unlike me, and at night they always wore pajamas. I didn’t like wearing pajamas and would often go around in just briefs (often in several pairs) and a T-shirt or sometimes a pajama top (I always wore a shirt of some sort). To me it seemed like only boys went around in their underwear since I had observed that boys most often did this. Rarely did I ever see a girl in just her panties. This is another reason why I like to see boys in just diapers or underwear and girls in regular attire.

 

One other thing I liked to do as a boy was to go around the playground and check the backs of boys’ pants to see if their underwear was showing. Often times I’d get to see it. I’d take note of which brands and waistband stripe styles they wore. I always wanted to be the boy with the most waistband styles, so I became envious of boys who had more waistband stripe styles than I did or had ones I liked but did not have myself.

 

Fruit of the Loom seemed to be the most popular brand at the time (two thin blue stripes). I also saw a lot of boys in Hanes (black-red-black), which I liked. My favorite underwear of all, though, was the house-brand variety from K-Mart. They had all the qualities I liked in boys' briefs (other than that they were not double-seated, but then, nothing I wore by then was). They came up higher (I liked high-rising briefs that always showed), plus they had a wide, strong waistband with a single bold red stripe down the center. I also had some that were plain white (no stripe), and I had seen some boys wearing ones with a black stripe and on occasion a dark blue stripe would turn up.

 

Some friends of mine had JC Penney briefs with a single red stripe with alternating dashed stripes on each side of it. I liked the stripe style but the waistband itself was lacking. It was too thin and didn't have the strength. I had some other JC Penney briefs that had two thin black stripes. They didn't come up very high and they seemed to rip and tear easily, so I wasn't too fond of this style. I also had some Fruit of the Loom briefs with a gold-black-gold stripe pattern. I also had Sears briefs that came in varying stripe configurations. As you can tell I have a thing for waistband stripes, too. These days the briefs have the brand name emblazoned on them, which is okay, but I like the stripes better.

 

So where did my fondness for white briefs come from, and what does it have to do with diapers? I was very late and very stubborn with my potty training, especially with pooping. I was still wearing diapers and training pants at the age of four, nearly five before I was dubiously declared potty trained, and this was only by sheer brute force. My mom, my grandma and my babysitter all just tolerated my accidents the best they could. One reason I think I was so hard to toilet train was because I was so fond of my diapers, being thick, white and fluffy with extra padding where it counts. I enjoyed the look and the feel of these and did not want to part with wearing them (and using them) and having to use the toilet.

 

In spite of constant pressure and scolding from my mom, and sometimes my grandmother and babysitter, I'd still have frequent accidents. One day, while dealing with a bout of diarrhea when I was five years old, my mother had supplied my babysitter with some extra changes of pants and an extra ample supply of underwear. I had several accidents throughout the day and had soiled all of my pants and had no clean ones left. My babysitter, either out of frustration or just out of ingenuity, knew that I could not go around the house and possibly get poop all over everything, put the remaining supply of underwear on me all at once. I don't know how many pairs she used, but I remember it took her awhile to get them all on. When she sent me back out to play I remember waddling and feeling like I had training pants on again. It was great! I loved how my thick underwear looked and felt on me, even though I was embarrassed since the babysitter's four-year-old daughter looked at me with much amusement and commenting on the fact I had so much underwear on without any pants.

 

What disappointed me was that a few minutes later my mom had shown up to take me back home. The babysitter lived next door to us and we lived in a trailer park, so I just walked over to where I lived, going out into the street where several kids out playing could see me in my bulky underpants. I was disappointed because I wanted to stay in my multiple underpants, but when we got home I had to take them off and put pants on again after getting me cleaned up.

 

Of course this was only the beginning. Throughout my early boyhood years, up until I was around nine years old, I still continued to have frequent poop accidents. Every time this happened I had to take my pants off (they wouldn’t have fit anyway) and put on a bunch of underwear, usually about a dozen pairs or so and go around like this for the rest of the night and go to bed this way, too. The idea was that I was going to soil my underwear anyway, so I might as well be "diapered", being that there were no diapers that would fit me readily available. This was a fairly frequent occurrence. While I liked the look and feel of my "diapers" (as my sisters were so fond of calling them), I was embarrassed to always be seen by my sisters who always teased me about it. They teased me for not only being in my underwear and having no pants on, but for wearing so many pairs at a time. They bragged about getting to keep their pants on and getting to use the toilet. To a girl that age such a sight of her brother wearing a dozen or sometimes more pairs of underwear must be very amusing. Their friends always saw me like this and were also highly amused. One of them was a girl from across the street who was closer to my age but was friends with my sisters. They talked about how cute my butt looked all padded up (especially when I had several double-seated pairs on) and how glad they were not to see a big brown spot but a bunch of white instead. They liked how my bare legs waddled.

 

To maximize the conspicuousness of my briefs and to ensure no leakage out the top my mom would buy briefs in a larger size for me to wear over the older, stained pairs. She wanted me to wear these pairs on top as they were cleaner and whiter. I also had to tuck my shirt deep down into the waistbands so that everyone could see how high up my briefs went. Having no pants on, it didn't matter that they went up so high since my briefs were fully exposed.

 

By the time I was eight or so I began going around in my underwear like this all the time, whether or not I was having accidents. In spite of the embarrassment I got from my sisters (which I liked in some strange sort of way), I liked being "diapered". This also prevented my sisters from yanking my briefs down and exposing my naked behind. Of course they liked to snap the multiple waistbands and occasionally pulling back my underpants and dropping something down in them. This led to me putting safety pins into my waistbands and fastening them to my shirt, but I decided this was too much trouble and it just gave my sisters one more thing to tease me about.

 

By the time I was nine my accidents finally tapered off, though I still had them from time to time. I continued to wear my underwear this way because of the look and feel, plus, I was becoming more aware of the fact that I was often erect when wearing my briefs in multiples. I had known for a long time that white underwear aroused me, but I wasn't aware of why I would get erections. All I knew was that it felt good. Back when a lot of kids around my age an older were glazing over Playboy centerfolds and the like, I was scoping out the underwear ads in the newspapers and magazines, and the best ones of all seemed to be in the department store catalogs-- Sears and JC Penney. I also kept my eyes open for diaper ads.

 

I went into puberty at an early age. I don't remember when I began sprouting pubic hair, but I was able to ejaculate at the age of 12. One night I was lying in bed wearing probably two dozen pairs of underwear. I had an intense hard-on as always. It felt really good, I mean, this time it was something I hadn't ever felt before, so I massaged my penis through the dozens of fly front layers. As I continued to rub myself I felt an intensifying tingling sensation. It felt fantastic, so I couldn't stop. Moments later I had my first ejaculation and it took me by complete surprise. I had no idea what had happened. I was fearful that I had "overdone it". I was afraid I might have caused myself irreversible injury. I got out of bed and turned on the light to inspect the "damage". There was a mysterious white, gooey substance in my briefs. I freaked and thought for sure I had done something seriously bad to myself. I don't dare ask my mom or dad about it or tell them what happened or how it happened, though in retrospect I'm sure they would have let me know what was going on and assured me that it's something that all boys do, though most probably don't jack off through several pairs of underwear.

 

Of course it wasn't long before I was assured, at least momentarily, that all was well and nothing had been broken as I was at it again the next night, and the next, and the next... While my concerns towards immediate damage waned, I worried about the long-term affects of my masturbation. I was woefully ignorant of sex when I entered my teens. A friend of mine gave me a book titled "Boys and Sex". He told me that he had read and was passing it on to me. In retrospect I think my mom actually got the book and gave it to him to give to me since my mom knew that I would be too embarrassed for her to give me the book directly. One of the things I read in the book was about masturbation, which allayed all of my concerns, including feelings of guilt towards such activity.

 

Since I was having so much fun with my multiple underpants and pretending they were my diapers I wanted to share this activity with someone else. My friend “Jason” seemed like someone whom I could trust since I had known him for so long (his sister and my sister were friends, too). I still know him and see him every once in awhile (he lives about 40 miles away now). One night when I was 13 years old I let him see me wearing a bunch of underpants during a sleepover. I told him I liked how they looked and felt on me. If I had gotten past this stage I would have told him about my poop accidents and how I often wore my underwear this way because of it. I hoped that he would try it himself just for fun, but he just said that it was a weird thing to do, so nothing more was said of it, which disappointed the hell out of me. I often fantasized about going around in front of his sisters showing them my "diapers" and getting their attention. My big fantasy was having his sisters pinning me down, taking my pants off and then putting me in a bunch of white underpants and making me use them like diapers. I thought his then 11-year-old sister was really cute at the time and I had a crush on her. She had a pudgy face and butt and she had long, straight brown hair. She's still nice-looking today, I must say, but I don't tell Jason this.

 

Jason also had a brother who was seven years younger. He was six at the time, so I hoped that I could get him to wear his underwear like this, but alas, such a scenario never materialized. In fact, I am sad to say that his brother was killed by a van that hit him when he was playing in the street. He was 11 at the time.

 

My biggest fantasy of all was centered on a boy named John whose friendship I really seriously wish I could have pursued but didn't. The year was 1983 and I was in the eighth grade and this boy was in the seventh grade. He was a tall, slender boy with red hair and long, skinny, somewhat bony legs (I note this as you can imagine how his slender bare legs contrasted to the big thick bunches of briefs on his butt). While he was in his own gym class for his grade, our classes were held during the same period, so I saw him often. I first noticed that his underwear looked very big and thick from a distance, plus it appeared brighter white since his skin couldn’t show through as there was (lots and lots and LOTS!) more underwear underneath. When I saw him up close I could plainly see that he had on what had to be several dozen pairs of underwear! I could see several waistbands of varying styles and patterns stretched across his middle-upper back, plus the sheer bulk of all his underwear made his butt really stick out, especially since some of them were double-seated pairs.

 

John would alternate every other pair in the middle of the set so that the ones facing backwards had the fly front over his butt while the seat was pulled up over his stomach in the front, almost to his chest. He would pull up each pair as high as it could possibly go. He wore larger pairs over the smaller pairs so that they could fit, which is what made them look so big on him. The outermost pairs had to have been at least three or four sizes bigger than what he wore next to his body. He would even leave his shirt deeply tucked in so that his briefs were completely exposed.

 

The reason he wore his underwear like this was obvious, at least on the surface, as he had pooped in them (and probably peed, as I can imagine it would be very difficult to get all that underwear off every time he had to go to the bathroom). He always smelled bad and the inner pairs were always badly soiled and stained brown while the outer pairs were always pristinely snow white. As for why he came to school like this remained a mystery. I don’t know if his parents sent him to school like this or if this was how he chose to wear his underwear. I didn’t know if he was incontinent or just had a lot of poop accidents, and if he was being punished, or if he just exhibited such behavior for other reasons. In any case, there was no way he could ever get all that underwear off if he had to poop. I should also note that he only seemed to have one pair of pants, which he could not wear without all the extra underwear because of how big they were. I imagine he never wore his pants at home since he seemed to be quite fond of his underwear. There was little need for him to have any pants at all, it seemed.

 

You might think John would be embarrassed and ashamed of being seen this way by dozens of classmates, but John exhibited no shame whatsoever and he was very open with the way he exhibited his briefs, standing out in the main walkway through the locker room as he put his briefs on. He would rotate around as he put on his underwear, presumably to ensure that everyone would see his “diapered” butt. As you might imagine, everyone thought he was too weird to bother with, so nobody said anything to him. I’m sure someone like this would leave a similar impression on you and your classmates. After the bell had rung John was still busy putting the rest of his underwear on, so I never saw how many pairs he wore in all, just that there was always a big pile of underwear still remaining to be put on by the time I had to get going for my next class. John had to have shown up late for his next class, but as he was in special ed, maybe his teachers were more lenient and were aware of his situation.

 

I don't know for sure if John had any mental handicaps or other disabilities, but he did exhibit some other odd behaviors, and as I mentioned above, he was enrolled as a special-ed student. He proclaimed out loud, "I am a fag!" while putting on all his briefs. He would also get delusional and pretend he was He-Man (from "He Man and the Masters of the Universe", a cartoon that was popular in the early to mid 1980's). I can't confirm that he had a sister, but my intuition tells me that the presence of a sister could have influenced him to do the things that he did. Maybe I'm just being optimistic and hoping that his situation was similar to mine in getting teased and getting his boyhood recognized as such from sisters.

 

While I didn't think about it at the time, it did occur to me later on that perhaps John was a subject of sexual abuse. I theorized the possibilities that he put on the extra underwear and soiled himself to protect his body from being sexually abused and that by soiling himself this made his body less attractive to someone who might be intent on sexually abusing him. Of course I don't entertain such fantasies and would never even use such material in a story. I don't even know if such behavior is typical of sexual abuse victims or not. While I can't pinpoint his childhood situation, there's no doubt he had some mental issues and I presume some issues with controlling his sexual acting out, given his openness with his sexuality and by putting on such an extreme amount of underwear. I suspect his parents may have sent him to school this way. He may have even been a foster child, which again I have no way of determining other than by what my intuition tells me.

 

There were lots of things I wanted to know about him (especially if he had any sisters to witness his behavior or partake in it somehow), but I never got up the courage to approach him. I wasn’t very popular to begin with and I didn’t want to lose the few friends I did have by hanging out with him. On the other hand, I didn’t have much to lose, so in retrospect I wish I did become friends with him. Then one day he disappeared, so I presume he had moved away.

 

I even wrote a story about John and me being friends, called What Might Have Been. It's a story about how a friendship with him might have taken place (hence the title) as I was too shy to approach him and ask him about his underwear.

 

One thing for sure is that the world of boys' underwear isn't what it was when I was growing up. For a long time all boys wore were plain white briefs. Then in 1978 or so Underoos came along. Then Showtoons and Funpals followed. Nowadays most boys who wear briefs were these. They're okay, but as I stated before, I still wish more boys would just wear plain white briefs. The biggest thing that has changed is the advertising. Back in the 1970s boys modeling underwear in ads and catalogs was normal. Nowadays, things have changed so much and people have gotten so uptight about what children are seen wearing in ads these days. In fact, they don't even show the underwear laid out flat in the ads. They show it still in the damn package. I also noticed that Fruit of the Loom would put a picture of a man wearing the briefs on the package and do the same for the women's panties and even the girls' panties, but the boys' briefs did not feature such a design change (this pissed me off to no end as it was obviously intentional). You don't see boys' underwear advertised on TV like you used to, either. I have some video clips from Youtube, one featuring the old Inspector 12 commercial. You don't see the boys modeling the briefs but she holds them up and demonstrates their durability. I also have some of the old Underoos ads as well as a Funpals (or Showtoons) ad of a boy modeling Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers briefs. You have to wonder when society took such a big step backwards.

 

Likewise, boys' fashions have changed. Boxers are the norm now and from what I understand any boy who is wearing tighty-whities is often picked on in the locker room in junior high/middle school. I weep for the future of the market for white briefs since they have earned such an undeserved stigma and fear they may go the way of the 8-track tape. This is just one reason why I wish all boys could go back to wearing plain white briefs.

 

I also resent the fact that you don't see boys wearing short shorts anymore, but instead they wear these ridiculously long "shorts" that go past the knee, and are baggy. God, how I hate today's fashion trends for boys! I say bring back the white briefs!

 

For those of you who would like to wax nostalgic with me and fondly recall the glory days of white briefs in the boys’ underwear section, please feel free to contact me and share your thoughts and experiences.

 

Revised 07/22/2007