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After Bud purchased new underwear for himself and two of his friends, his main concern was what to tell his parents. His dad generally did the laundry and would figure out that Bud's typical white crew neck t-shirts and jockey briefs were nowhere to be seen. Bud had totally ditched his pajamas as well, in preparation for college so that would be obvious since they also would be missing from the wash.
Since Bud's bedroom was at the end of the hallway, he boldly stripped to his new underwear if no one was home and studied on his bed, taking breaks to hump the bed and beat off. When he woke up in the morning to get ready for school his fat 7 incher poked out of his comfortable Hanes boxers like a baseball bat. Bud had found a bottle of baby oil in his parent's bathroom and used it to masturbate, furiously, pounding his meat until he jizzed all over the bedsheets.
As Bud drove home from school he remembered that his mom had taken his sisters clothes shopping, which pretty much guaranteed they would be gone for a few hours. He also recalled his dad had mentioned that Ken Murray, his minister friend from the local methodist church would be visiting with his college aged son Malcolm. Bud had never met Malcolm but had heard he was a skinny geeky kid with wire framed glasses.
When Bud walked up the front steps, he noticed a hunter green pontiac in the driveway. Apparently, the minister had arrived already! So much for Bud escaping to his bedroom and stripping down to his underwear. His half hard cock bounced around in his roomy dress pants. Bud had been late for school that day and he didn't have time to jerk off. Unfortunately, that was going have to wait for just before bedtime.
As Bud entered the house, you could hear a pin drop.
"Dad, where are you, I'm home!" Bud walked through the breezeway into the family room.
"In the study son." Jim Anderson had a deep voice that always sounded very authoritative.
The Anderson's study had a big table in the middle surrounded by several large chairs. Bud was trying to act nonchalant as he saw his dad and two men sitting at the table, looking at some notebooks. However, he had a hard time averting his gaze to the far end of the table where there were several piles of laundry, including Bud's new sleeveless undershirts and boxer shorts. They had been meticulously folded and organized. In particular, Bud could see three piles of boxer shorts, one white and blue, the other yellow and gray, and the third patterns and plaids. Kitty corner to those were three more boxer short collections, clearly those of his dad as they were almost twice as big as Bud's undershorts. Bud tried not to turn red, yet it was clear that his dad had already figured out something was a little different.
"Oh Hi Bud, this is Ken Murray and his son Malcolm. You know Ken is the minister down at the Springfield Methodist Church."
Ken Murray was about 40, and was tall and lanky. His 20 year old son had the same build. Both had crew cuts and wore wire frame glasses.
Bud walked over to Ken and shook his hand, then did the same with Malcolm, who was handsome in a nerdy kind of way. Both Ken and his son had dark brown hair and copious hair on their arms.
"Thanks for doing my laundry dad." Bud tried to walk over to where the piles of clothing were but his dad suddenly stood up and blocked him.
"Say Bud" Jim looked at his son quizzically. "Did you by any chance buy some new underwear for college? I know I did."
Bud turned red with shame. "Er, yy-yeah dad, I thought it was time to try some new things."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about Bud, believe it or not Ken just told me he bought Malcolm some new underwear too."
"Rr-really?" Bud's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his father and himself were actually having this conversation.
Malcolm turned seven shades of crimson. He was a shy man, and never had his underwear discussed with anyone.
"How does the new underwear look Bud?" Jim continued to probe his son.
"U-u-uh-h-h, it's right there dad." Bud pointed to the neat piles of boxers and t-shirts.
"I can see what kind of underwear it is Bud, I mean how does it look on you?"
