So let’s face it, I was not one of the “popular” kids in high school. I was the geeky, nerdy, played in band types. Wasn’t built for sports, didn’t care to bust my ass to wear the popular clothes and play with the latest look, I just existed. Oh, and I had a 12 inch cock by the time I turned 18.
It was actually hard for me, pun intended, to deal with. Boxers were out of the question, the damn thing would just dangle out the bottom. Briefs did ok, but the best option I could find were a boxer brief style, was still somewhat comfortable and it worked well to keep everything in place the best it could. Just heaven help me if something caused it to get hard, there was no hiding the thing. That being said, I did a fairly good job of keeping things in check, most of the time.
The exception was Briana… she played the same instrument as me in band, but she was by no means a “band chick.” We had been in the same school since our elementary days and I had been surprised that she had stuck with it for as long as she did. I’m guessing her parents forced her to. It’s too bad too, she was halfway decent, she could’ve been really good if she put a little more effort into it. We had been sitting in the back row of band practice one day and she leaned over and asked, “Boxes or briefs?” I just kind of stared at her with a dumb look on my face, till she ran a finger up the front of my leg. “Hmm, didn’t feel a seam, must be tighty whites.” This was one of the events that led me to try to find better underwear that contained things better. My cock started to swell almost instantly. Bri stared at the growing log in my pants, open mouthed, before I excused myself to the bathroom.
I had a couple other close calls throughout the years, but I had gotten better at learning to deal with it. School was almost over, and I had mostly been focusing on school and life after high school. It caught me off guard one day when Bri caught up to me between classes. “Hey Dave, I was throwing a little party over at my place this weekend, Parents are gone and all that. I figured since I’ve known you pretty much all your life, I’d see if you wanted to come.”
She could tell right away that I thought something was up. My dumb founded look was all I could manage. “Oh come on, it’s the end of high school, you’ve never accepted one of my invites before, live a little! You never know, you might have some fun!” With a pair of tits like her’s bouncing in front of me, I muttered a “sure” and made my escape before my better half made an escape attempt.