During the next few days we organized a school for Michael, we found a private boys school that was prepared to take him for his final year despite the fact that he was really a year too old.
Michael was very keen to continue our _s_e_x_ual exploration but I insisted that we wait another two weeks until he had his eighteenth birthday. I must admit that this was a very hard call, Michael had taken to wearing just his y-fronts or his jockstrap around the house, his erection seemed almost constant as did the damp spot on the front of whatever he was wearing.
The school that we had selected for Michael, like most in Australia, required all boys to wear school uniform so off went to the shops again to get Michael a school uniform and all the appropriate sports kit and gear. Michael laughed at my suggestion that he would need shorts to go with his uniform. It's very common in Australia for boys to wear shorts to school right up until they leave at age eighteen.
Michael started at school five days before his eighteenth birthday, he came home that afternoon sweaty and beautiful, I asked him how his day had gone.
"I'm the only boy in long trousers." He reluctantly told me.
"Here." I said. Throwing him a bag from the school outfitters.
He opened the bag and pulled out a pair of school shorts.
"How did you know I'd end up wanting these?"
"The old man knows everything." I told him. "Now try them on."
He turned to head upstairs, I called him back.
"Try them on here Son, you haven't got anything that I haven't already seen."
"I'd rather go upstairs."
He had that sheepish look that told me he was up to something.
"Michael."
The lad turned and looked me in the eye.
"Try them on here."
Very slowly and with an almost pleading look on his face he began to unfasten his trousers. I saw the reason for his reluctance as soon as he began to lower his trousers and his yellow and pink flouro boxers came into view.
"I thought we'd agreed that those were for the garbage. Now get them off and throw them in the bin right now and while you're at it get any more that you've got hidden away and get rid of those too. I'm very disappointed Michael, I won't had a lad of mine wearing underwear that look like girls' pajamas, get rid of them then get back down here in proper underpants and try on your school shorts. Then I'll decide what to do with you."
The shorts fitted perfectly, short and tight enough to be attractive but still decent for school.
Michael looked worried.
"Am I going to get spanked?"
"Not tonight, unless you want all your new school mates to see the marks on your cute little arse when you strip for sports. We'll wait until Friday night."
"But Friday is my Birthday."
"Yes it is." I agreed. "And you'll be spending it getting punished. Now strip out of those shorts and get into some study, I don't want to hear about this anymore until you get home from school on Friday."