The next morning, I heard a loud crash coming from somewhere in my house. Hungover and groggy, I reached for my glasses and instead knocked my alarm clock off my nightstand. I finally figured out where my glasses were and went to investigate the noise. I was still just wearing my green briefs but the heat in my house prevented me from putting on anything more substantial.
I walked into the kitchen and was presented with the blue, cotton-clad ass of my friend Jim; bent over in my kitchen in nothing but his boxer-briefs. He was picking up an assortment of pots, pans, and lids off the floor and awkwardly trying to put them back in the cabinet from where they came. I stood there for awhile admiring the curve of his ass, the pronounced shape of his balls outlined by his Hanes, the hair on his legs, and the tattoo on his back. It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like and eternity to me.
"Morning bud. Nice boner." Jim said with a smile as he turned around and stood up.
"Ha, thanks... I guess. Morning wood; you know." I replied knowing full well that the six throbbing inches barely contained in my briefs was due to something far more interesting.
Jim explained that he was going to make us some pancakes for breakfast but was having some trouble finding his way around the kitchen. I showed him where everything he needed was while subtlety noticing that I wasn't the only one sporting a little wood this morning - the bulge in Jim's boxer-briefs had swollen slightly since I first came into the kitchen. I tried to take my mind off of it and started brewing a pot of coffee. While that was going, I went back to my bedroom to throw in my contacts and wash up a little bit.
When I returned to the kitchen, I found Jim throwing some finished pancakes on a plate and putting them on the table. I grabbed some for myself and sat down to join him for breakfast. I was surprised, the pancakes were really good! I complimented Jim on his as yet unknown to me cooking skills and was treated with the story of how his wife forced him to learn to cook a few things so that he wouldn't starve to death if she was away. The conversation went on from there but neither of us mentioned the activities of the night before... to the point of being obvious that we weren't going to talk about it.
"So... that movie from last night... we didn't watch all of it, did we?" Jim finally surprised me by saying after swallowing the last bite of his pancakes.
"Ummm, no; I don't think so. I think the description said like an hour and a half but we obviously didn't need that long. Why?" I said, a little nervously.
"Nice. Well, I've got some morning wood and we know you sure as hell do and I figure we might as well get our money's worth from that $4.99 rental. Want to jerk off again?"
"Sure!" I said, trying to hide my excitement. "Let's head into the living room and get it done."
I got up from the table doing nothing to hide the re-awakened boner trying to burst from my briefs. Jim got up behind me and the seven inch tent in his boxer-briefs was straining the blue fabric. I sat down on the sofa in the same position as last night and started to fight with the stupid cable box to get the movie back up and running. Instead of joining me, Jim shucked off his underwear, threw it on the recliner on the other side of the room and stood a few feet away from me slowing yanking his shaft and massaging his low-hanging, hairy balls.
"Last thing I remember is the cheerleader chick getting blasted by a couple of football guys. That had to be the end of a scene, so just go to whatever's next." Jim said while playing with himself. I obliged and skipped ahead to about halfway though the video where a new scene just started. "Yeah dude, that'll do." Jim said and took a seat on the recliner; laying back and proudly displaying his cock and balls.
The movie picked up and we both got to work on our dicks. I kept looking over to admire Jim, hoping he would do the same to me, but he was pretty focused on the movie. The scene of the study group that turned into a lesbian three-way didn't do much for me, but Jim was clearly enjoying it. His breathing was heavy, chest and brow sweaty, and he was giving long, vigorous strokes to his manhood. By the ever more audible grunting, I could tell he was close and this was putting me at the edge as well. Jim grabbed for his boxer-briefs and wrapped them tightly around his cock and continued to stroke for about ten more seconds until releasing his morning load into blue cotton. This did it for me and I picked my briefs up from next to me and shot my thick load into the pouch.
We laid there for a couple minutes recouping from our workout. As my heart rate returned to normal I heard Jim let out a groan and he stood up to stretch and looked up to watch his softening member lay atop his sweaty balls.
"Full belly and empty balls... great way to start the morning!" Jim said as he clenched his cum-soaked underwear in his right hand. He then spotted the crumpled black jockstrap he had filled with his seed the night before and picked it up off the living room floor. "Huh... all this jizz-soaked underwear might be hard to explain to the wife when she gets back and does the laundry. You mind taking care of it?"
"Sure man, no problem. It'll fit in well with the 'cumderwear' I've made this weekend" I said with a laugh. "Though I'm guessing you're out of boxers now. Do you need a pair for the rest of the day?"
"Yeah, that would be good, just give me whatever you won't miss. If you don't mind, I'll grab a shower and probably head home. I've got to take care of the dog and do a couple projects the wife gave to me to 'keep me out of trouble' during the weekend." Jim replied.
Jim headed to the guest bathroom and started up the shower - I of course admired his ass the whole time he walked down the hallway. I went to my bedroom, threw on some shorts, and opened my underwear drawer to figure out what to give Jim. I could be safe and give him a pair of plain cotton boxer-briefs I have, or maybe a little adventurous with one of my more preferred tight, synthetic boxer-briefs. Then I thought "I can give him whatever I want" and reached for something more interesting. I heard the shower turn off and a minute later Jim walked into my bedroom in just a towel waiting for what I've picked for him.
"So, I thought you'd like to try something a little different." I said as I pulled out my selection and held up a pair of grey Hanes string bikinis in front of me. "It's kinda like a jock and... I don't know... maybe you'd find it cool." I added getting more nervous about my selection.
"Right on, looks good" Jim said grabbing the garment from me. He dropped the towel and pulled on the bikinis, making sure to adjust his package to fit in the tight pouch. Jim felt the strings on his hips and slid his thumbs under them on each side. "How do I look?" He said with a smile and a snap of the elastic and turned around to walk to the bathroom to finish getting dressed. In the meantime I picked up the various articles of cum-soaked underwear from my living room and threw them in with the rest of my laundry. My fingers lingered longer on the black elastic straps of Jim's well-used jock, imagining how perfectly they framed his ass and helped to support those low hanging balls of his. I was snapped out of it my Jim coming back into my room fully dressed and ready to head out.
"Thanks again for having me over, I had a really great time. I promise I'll get your underwear back to you next week after my wife does the laundry and you can just get mine back to me whenever." Jim said.
"Absolutely. I had a great time too - you're welcome to come over whenever." I replied.
I lead Jim to the front door and gave him a pat on the back as he stepped outside. I may have let my hand linger too long feeling the musculature beneath his thin cotton t-shirt, but Jim didn't seem to mind. He turned around and gave me a hardy handshake then jumped in his pickup truck and headed home. I closed the door and immediately went back to my bedroom. I picked his jockstrap up from the laundry pile and held it in my face as I inhaled the musky smell of my friend. I ripped off my shorts and pulled the supporter up my legs and over my throbbing cock, now leaking pre-cum. I reached for my dick and gave it a couple pumps and that it was all it needed to produce my second load for the day, soaking the jock once again and mixing with Jim's own sweet juices. I laid back on my bed and drifted off to a wonderful post-orgasmic nap while still wearing the moist jockstrap.
After waking up from my short nap, I resumed my normal weekend routine. I cleaned up from breakfast, straightened up the living room, and threw Jim and I's cum-stained underwear into the wash. The rest of the weekend was pretty normal and low-key, but I just could not get the image of everything that had happened out of my head. I spent most of the time with a constant boner and relieved myself a few more times thinking about Jim and all the things that I would love to do with him. However, Sunday night came and it was time to get ready to go back to work. I packed my lunch and clothes for Monday along with Jim's now clean underwear to return to him. However, looking at the pouch of the jockstrap gave me an idea I just couldn't resist.
Monday morning I walked into the locker room around 5:50am. When I turned the corner I was greeted by a shirtless Jim who had arrived only a couple minutes before me. With his shirt over his head, he didn't see me coming, so while I passed him I reached out my hand to give him a light slap on the abs. "Good morning bud."
Jim finished pulling his polo over his head and realized what was going on. With a big smile he replied "There he is! Good morning!"
We chatted a bit and caught up with how the rest of our weekends went. Again we both expressed how much fun we had on Friday night and agreed that we would have to hang out more often. I noticed Jim was back to his normal boxer-briefs, but I didn't mind - he looks great in everything. Since I already had my workout clothes on, I just sat on the bench admiring him as we talked. However, before we headed out to the gym I stopped him.
"I've got a surprise and you've got to promise not to hate me." I said.
Jim looked up from tying his shoes and said "Ok..." in a sort of questioning tone.
