He thought he was being slick hiding his tighty whities. The rank pair of boxer briefs he’d swiped from the gym lost and found seemed like him perfect cover. Now he could hang out around the apartment without this roommate ever knowing about his faggy little briefs.
Of course real men could always spot the difference between another man, and a fag like himself. Even the waist band of his tighty whities knee their place, as they inched up his back.
