I was still a little in shock -- partly because my straight buddy and I had just blown each other but also because Jim admitted to being a good cocksucker. And he was right, it was great head without any hesitation I would have thought from a straight guy's first time, plus the fact that he happily swallowed my load. I couldn't think of anything to say but felt my cock getting hard again inside my tight black sports briefs.
Jim broke what felt like a long awkward silence by saying "I'll have to tell you sometime but am too worn out to get into that right now." Jim chugged the last bit a of beer and stood up to stretch, clad only in tight blue sports briefs that matched my own. He reached his hand out to help me off the couch adding "Nothing sounds better to me right now than a nice hot shower and bed, I hope you'll join me for both."
I accepted Jim's hand and followed him into the bathroom admiring his perfect ass contained in the synthetic blue fabric. Jim turned on the water (with great water pressure due to his plumbing upgrades) and slipped out of his briefs. He turned around to place his large hands on the waistband of my briefs and gently sliding them down my legs and holding onto me while I stepped out of them; quite the southern gentleman. We stepped into the shower together, smiling and quietly enjoying each other's company and we soaped each other up and washed off our cum and sweat.
After several minutes in the shower, the bathroom was completely fogged up and we were so relaxed from the warm water and massaging each other. We took that as a cue to get out and towel off, brush our teeth, and head into Jim's bedroom. He walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer to pull out two pairs of snug, black, Under Armour boxerjocks. "I always like to have a little support when I sleep and thought you would too" Jim added as he handed me the underwear. I watched as he slipped his on and admired how they accentuated his package before pulling on my own pair.
Jim pulled back the camouflage patterned sheets and we both hopped into the king-sized bed. Of course, we quickly met in the middle of the bed to be closer to each other, feeling the silky technical fabric of the legs of our boxerjocks rub together. Jim pulled me in for a slow, deep kiss while we gently explored the slowly expanding bulges in our underwear. After a minute or so we broke our kiss and Jim reached over to turn off the light. I wrapped my arms around his muscular, somewhat hairy torso as he pulled me into his arms and we quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke with a slight headache but feeling otherwise surprisingly good after drinking so much the night before. Jim was still asleep as I heard his light snoring in the bed next to me. As my eyes adjusted to the dim morning light, I could see that Jim had shifted during the night and now the blankets were only covering the lower half of his body with the bold red and black Under Armour waistband of Jim's underwear poking over the top. I admired Jim's chest as he slept and after a few minutes reached out to run my hands though the hair on his torso and gently massaged his nipples. I moved my hand up to feel his masculine beard and jaw line before making my way back down to the edge of the blankets.
Jim's breathing remained steady as I gently slid down the blankets to just above Jim's knees, placing his tight boxerjock into my full view. I explored the black polyester fabric with my hands, feeling Jim's thighs, quads, and bulge which was still soft yet impressive; though my own boxerjock was tented with my now fully erect cock. I slowly shifted my weight and position to lean down and place my face into Jim's bulge, inhaling the still clean smell of his cock and balls. I slowly licked Jim's bulge, feeling the outline of his cock through the underwear and imagining when it was in my mouth just a few hours ago. My hands rested on Jim -- one on his stomach and another on his thigh -- as I continued my oral exploration of his Under Armour. I must have drifted away because I was suddenly startled by a hand on my back.
"Good morning bud." Jim said quietly as he ran his hand over my back and shoulders, gently massaging and encouraging me. "Please don't stop on my account."
