Weekends at the frat house were always hard on Pete’s underwear.  He would go thru several pairs between Friday afternoon and Monday morning.  He did not mind so much, as he could get a dozen pairs of tighty whiteys at Walmart for $12.00.  What bothered him was that he had issues getting the built up cum deposits cleaned out from the crotch of his favorite pair of shorts. By Saturday night his hole was just too loose to keep that frat boy jizz inside, and with his underwear in shreds, the nut juice would pool in his cargo shorts, staining the crotch.

He really liked those shorts.  They were tight enough to stay, mostly, up on his bubble butt, but loose enough to be quickly pulled down to allow for easy access.