If memories from long ago on the farm hold true, I was commando around the farm in jeans at least some of the time, otherwise in tightie whities. I quickly learned to hate Navy issue boxers; I was constantly partly in, partly out, and thoroughly uncomfortable. I almost always wear t-w's now; I would just as soon have the occasional skid mark or damp spot absorbed in underwear. For out-of-the-way-but-not-fully-optional beaches, colored flyless briefs. Sometimes on vacation travels, to minimize packing and laundry, commando.