I remember one pair of briefs  in particular, when the ass hole seam area had a tiny rip just the size of my piss slit.  As I stretched the ultra-soft fabric over my cock head, I polished my shiny head like an apple with the brown skid wax that surrounded the small tear in the crotch of the briefs.  As my prick throbbed, I stretched the cotton tight over it, electrifying every nerve ending, but leaving the piss slit of my prick fully exposed while I touched the open slit.  My sperm shot against the door of the toilet stall while my entire shaft was encased tight in another boy's soft, dirty cock container.

        I know I am not unique, because recently a young friend was staying at my house.  We were getting ready to take our girl friends out, when I walked into the guest room and saw Jason standing in the center of the room, buck naked except wearing a pair of my soiled briefs from the laundry basket nearby.  Since he is smaller, they hung loose on him and I stepped up and pulled the waist band away, looking inside to see a small, stiff boner.  That did it, I immediately dropped my pants as my prick sprang straight up hard.  I rapidly slipped my hand into the front slot of the jockeys and slid my prick into the front of his underwear.  Now his head had swollen to a bright purple as I pressed my prick against the underside of his shaft.  I stood slightly back, holding the waist band way from him so we could both watch the two stiff boners playing together inside one pair of underwear.  It was unbelievably horny.  Jason's cock started to twitch as I ran my prick tip up and down against the length of his boner.  Our cocks were both so stimulated that the piss slits were flared wide open.  When I touched the piss slits together, we immediately both shot huge loads of sperm juice all over each others cocks.  My last shot matted into his pubic hair and there was so much cock cream between Jason and the briefs he had put on, that it filled up the front, running down along the leg openings and along the crotch area. As far as I know, Jason did not remove my soiled underwear all weekend.  As he drove away, I smiled, knowing he was digging the feel of his tight Wranglers jamming my sperm soaked briefs up against every private square inch of his crotch, balls, and cock.