After their quick but torrid encounter in the broom closet, Peewee and Brian could barely function. Peewee went home and convinced his mother that he really needed some new shirts, pants, socks, and underwear. It was time to shed his "little boy" image once and for all. At the nearby Grand Union Peewee found some really nice dress pants with pleats that he thought would look good on him. He also picked out some attractive button down shirts to go with the fancy trousers. Then, he found some white sleeveless a-shirts that looked really comfortable. He rounded out his big purchase with some 3 packs of full cut boxer shorts...white, blue, and plaid, as well as a couple of patterned tapered boxers to wear under tighter jeans.
Peewee was so horny after his shopping spree, he went to bed early, ditching his usual long leg pajama bottoms for an a-shirt and boxer shorts. He couldn't believe how comfortable the new underwear was. Peewee masturbated himself furiously with his cock and balls poking out of his boxers, and came a bucket into an old pair of jockey shorts he had put aside especially for that purpose. Then, he quickly fell asleep, fantasizing about the fantastic stuff he was going to do with Brian tomorrow.
After a long night of uneasy dreams, Peewee woke up with a start. It was time for school! He looked down at his boxer shorts and grinned at his rock hard morning wood poking out of them. As much as Peewee wanted to jack himself off, he needed to save his seed for Brian. He dressed in his new duds and was very pleased with the way he looked in the mirror. When Peewee got to school, heads started spinning. No one had ever seen him in anything but a ratty jersey and tight jeans, and the pleated pants made quite a hit. Brian just smiled, pleased that he had dressed in a similar manner.
When it was time for recess, the boys used the same technique they had used the previous day to get up to the third floor. Once inside the broom closet, Brian embraced Peewee tightly, forgetting to lock the door in the process.
"I love you Peewee." Brian muttered as he kissed his best buddy full on the lips.
"I love you too, Brian." Peewee darted his tongue as far as it would go into Brian's mouth.
"Let's undress each other!" Brian started undoing the buttons on Peewee's dress shirt.
"I want to go first." Peewee pushed Brian away for the moment and took off his hearthrob's shoes and socks. Then he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and let the garment drop to the floor. Brian was wearing a v-neck t-shirt that showed the top of his hairy chest. Peewee's hard-on pressed insistently against his dress trousers as he loosened Brian's belt and lowered his zipper. As the pants fell to his feet, Peewee was treated to the amazing sight of all 7 inches of Brian's endowment poking out of the fly slit of his white boxer shorts.
"You're not going to believe this." Peewee grinned "We're wearing the same kind of underwear."
"Y-y-yo-o-u m-m-e-a-n white boxers?" Brian had a major league fetish for white boxer shorts on men, and could hardly believe what he was hearing
"Yeah, got em' last night and I've already jerked off in them twice!"
Brian immediately got on his knees and removed Peewee's dress shoes and nice new black socks. Then, he quickly unzipped the zipper to his pleated pants and undid the belt. Since the trousers were quite loose, they readily fell in a heap at Peewee's feet, exposing his crisp white boxer shorts. Peewee's rock hard 6 incher was caught in the right leg, tenting it obscenely.
"Let's hump each other in our boxers." Brian suggested "I saw two cadets do it in a movie once and they both came a bucket."
"Sure!" Peewee agreed totally with Brian's idea. "You go first."