Um, if I’m letting the dog out, or maybe getting the mail, a lot of times I’ll just throw on a longer tshirt quick with nothing else. There have been a few occasions where I have been completely naked but I don’t really wander off the porch, and it has to be a dire problem. I do live in a pretty rural area, so not too many people would get an eyeful.
I wear them around the house, but it’s more of an issue of containment (I keep knocking things over. . . and it’s especially messy with drinks on the hardwood floors).
But I’ll go out to the mailbox, about 50’ away from the front door, but that’s about it. I’ve run out to the truck on several occasions, but I usually don’t go without shorts for anything less than a 30-second trip. I’d hate to get caught in a conversation with my chatty neighbors and not much else on . . .
Tripler
All puns intended. . . and have actually occurred.
As long as it’s first thing in the morning, I’d wear boxers anywhere within my property line. If it’s not first thing in the AM, I probably wouldn’t leave my bedroom wearing only boxers.
If I were for some reason wearing tighty whities, I wouldn’t even leave my bed without putting something else on. I’d almost rather go naked. Weird, eh?
You’re knocking over drinks with Mr. Happy?
Mr. Happy’s a naughty drunk. 
I’ll step out onto our balcony to hang the clothes or take out the garbage. We’re on the first floor but the building is on a small slope above the street so it’s almost like being on the second floor.
I live on 5.5 acres in the country and my nearest neighbor is probably 100 yards away.
I rarely have any clothes on at all but if I have to grab the mail at the end of the driveway I’ll slip on a pair of shorts. Other than that - nope.
I am usually in my boxers with a T shirt on top. My apartment has 7’ clear glass windows. So it’s pretty much open to all to see in. I live in 2nd floor. So it’s clear vision to me.
I also go out on my terrace and smoke at late nights. I don’t go out of my home when there is still light outside.
Normally i have had no issues. Once or twice i get that look. At times, the guys walking in the green area, stretch to get glimpse of more. It’s funny.
Very late nights, i walk to my car…about 50 steps after getting down on the stairs. So plenty of opportunity to see. But i do this only at night.
Once it was summer night. Was feeling hot. Went out side and sat on steps to smoke. Was not expecting anyone. I was wearing only boxers with no t shirt. As i was smoking got caught by a African American couple walking out. They were facing away from my side. So i thought it was perfect for me to dash back into the apartment without being seen. Put the cigarette out and got up. As i got up the lady turned and saw me. Tried to dash in. But she got a full view of my tight ass. She shouted woo hoo and was clapping. I had reached my door by then. When i heard her, slowed down a minute turned around, gave a smile and walked back in and closed door. It was nice to have someone appreciate my body. 
Depends.
On whether or not there are zombies out there.
Nah, just kiddin’. Briefs only, and I haven’t even worn a Speedo in public in 20 years. I’m on the 2nd floor of an apartment building with a bunch of college kids in it and I figure they don’t need to see me in all my glory, so I’ll wear at least pajama pants & a t-shirt.
No, boxer shorts.
I’ll go out to get the paper or let the dog pee. I have a couple pair that would let me fall out, and I won’t wear those out. I always have a tshirt. We live inside the DC beltway.
I wear briefs, not boxers. But the distinction’s immaterial: I’m not going to leave the house in my underwear. I’m not going to answer the door in my underwear. I’m not going to be in my skivvies when the cleaning lady cleans the house. (I telework 2 days a week now, and I’m usually home on the day she cleans.)
In general, I don’t tend to hang around the house in my underwear. When I take off my PJs, I either take a shower and get dressed, or just get dressed. Getting dressed means, for me, cutoffs and a t-shirt at a minimum.
(Not passing any judgment on what others are willing to venture outside in, but that’s how I roll.)
There’s 4 other houses that I’ve got a clear view of from my house which have male inhabitants. I’ve never seen any of them outside in their skivvies. So it doesn’t seem to be a thing around here, AFAICT.
About 25 yards if the morning is clear and there isn’t anyone around. Just out to the garbage cans if it’s dark, wet, or busy.
Boxers and T shirt is dressed. My dad used to be naked around the house, and I would too but for the in-laws and step-kids.
I’ll always put on shorts, even just to walk down my building’s hallway to the trash chute or something.
Slightly funny story – when I was in college living in the dorm, one time I had flu and a high fever. I got so delirious that I wandered outside wearing nothing but boxer shorts, convinced that “they were out to get me”. Luckily, a couple who knew me were hanging out outside, and they corralled me back in and took me to the emergency room. The ER doctor told me he knew my fever had gotten as high as maybe 105 because my earwax had melted.
I still distinctly remember the feelings of panic and paranoia, and I think I have at least a tiny window into what it might feel like to be mentally ill.
Maybe for the ~20’ trip from the front door to the garbage can next to the garage, but I draw the line at getting the mail in boxers
I would not go outside in boxer shorts. I’ll occasionally go out without a shirt on though. If it’s just to the trash area, or to let the dog out.
Back in my farm days; no problem. Here in the city I rarely sneak out with anything less than a robe or a full set of top clothes.
Boxers are underwear. I don’t even leave my bedroom wearing only my underwear.
I’ll go out in my boxer shorts, sometimes even without a shirt, to get something out of my car in the driveway. Probably have done it once or twice to the mailbox at the end of the driveway. Probably once in a blue moon.
…but only at night. And I’ll take a couple glances at the road (on a quiet cul-de-sac with very few passerby) to make sure I’m probably not going to be seen.
Zero feet. I’m not even wild about going outside to get the mail/garbage in my long pajama bottoms; I’m not going to do it in my underwear.