We must have dozed off. I awoke with Brett lying on my arm and it had gone dead. I pulled it from under him and sat up. My cum had dried in the Calvins, giving them a slightly stiff feel. I looked at him lying there, gently snoring. He was so fucking cute, in my cum-stained white Hanes. I could feel desire beginning to grow in me again. I reached down and pulled out and down the front of his briefs, which enabled me to get my mouth on his cock. It had that wonderful taste of nearly fresh cum, just old enough to have taken on that unmistakable aroma of recent sex. It was quite intoxicating, and I gave his dick a nice tongue bath. He began to wake up, his dick swelling as he became aware of the action of my tongue.
"You horny bastard, Tony. Whatever you do, don't stop."
Despite his plea, I released his dick from my mouth and pulled his underwear down and off his legs. I removed my own, and pulled his on, still slightly damp from his cum. I rubbed the front panel, spreading a slight trace of his cum on to my stomach. I then dressed him in mine. In actual fact, I had simply returned the underpants to their original owners, albeit each with the other's cum staining the front.
Brett had dozed off again. I got off the bed and tidied up the room, transferred a couple of pillows from what had been my bed onto the other, lay down beside Brett and pulled the sheet up over both of us. I turned off the bedside lamp, but could still see quite well in the glow from a street light coming through the curtain. The room was still very warm and would stay that way.
It had grown late, around eleven o'clock and I wanted to get a good night 's sleep in case we were able to make an early start in the morning. If the interstate were to be opened, I needed to catch up on lost time. If either of us woke up in the middle of the night, we'd surely initiate a new bout of sexual activity, so I figured I'd get it out of the way. I reached over and slid my hand down the front of Brett's briefs. His half hard cock rose instantly to the occasion, and I pressed my stiff dick into his hip. He rolled away from me, allowing my bulge to press into the crack of his ass, and pushed his buttocks into my crotch. I started to stroke him vigorously. He was now wide awake, and rolled back on to his back.
"Let's 69," he said, and I needed no urging. I flipped around, pulling the sheet down and burying my face in the front of his Calvins, gently gnawing and biting at that wonderful hard bulge. He was stroking my rigid shaft, with his hand up the leg of my Hanes. There was enough light for us to watch each other as we were doing this, and it was an incredibly erotic sight, two handsome guys in their white underpants, furiously wanking each other off inside their briefs. The aroma of sex filled the room.
It didn't take long. I was the first to cum, white cream filling the pouch of my Hanes, adding to Brett's cum that was already there. He withdrew his hand, and licked the cum off it, which must have sent him over the edge, because he shot a big, pulsing stream of juice into his briefs, where it was eagerly licked up by my hungry tongue.
Now, in twice soaked briefs, we were ready for sleep.
Brett's hand on my stiff cock brought me to a dreamy consciousness as daylight started to brighten the room. I had slept soundly, without dreaming. The dreams, mostly day-dreams, would come later. I stretched luxuriously and looked over at him. He was lying on his back, his morning hard-on tenting his now dry briefs, giving me an adoring smile.
"I gotta pee," I said, getting to my feet.
"Me too. But let`s set up the camcorder again." When he had it properly aligned and recording, he followed me into the bathroom.
I stood in front of the bowl, pull my cock out of the leg of my Hanes and started pissing through my stiff dick. Standing beside me, he said, "Do I get to taste it?"
"You don't wanna taste this, it's early morning pee. It's strong enough to strip paint. Diluted piss is much better."
He pulled his cock out of the leg of his Calvins and began to piss into the bowl. Our cocks were close together, the tips almost touching, and occasionally the streams would collide, sending the piss scattering. When we had both finished, Brett said, "Don't shake the drops off. I'll clean your dick for you." He dropped to his knees and took my dick in his mouth, running his tongue all over the end and under my foreskin. One hand stroked the shaft while the other caressed my balls. After a minute, I had to ask him to stop, or I would cum in his mouth. "That's what I was hoping for," he said.
"I've got a better idea, but let me clean your dick first." I gave him the exquisite treatment he had just given me, the acrid aftertaste of piss mixed with his precum turning me on. Then I stood up, put my arms around him and gave him a brief kiss.
"Put your dick up the leg of my briefs and I'll do the same to you," I said. After some initial difficulty, we managed to accomplish this unusual maneuver. Now our cocks lay against each other's stomach, encased in the white cotton of the other guy's briefs.
"We should have done this before we peed," he said.
"That would have washed all the accumulated cum out of our briefs, and what I want to do is to add to it."
"Ooh," he said, "You kinky devil. Kiss me again."
With our tongues battling in our mouths, we ground our hips together, our stiff cocks rubbing against the other's stomach. This was going to be one red-hot video. After only about thirty seconds, I felt the warm wetness of his cum on my stomach, but he didn't stop humping me. He carried on, his tongue still in my mouth, his hands grasping the cheeks of my ass, until I, too, came in a flood into his briefs.
"Christ, that was glorious!" he said, finally breaking the kiss. This has been the best sex I've ever had in my whole life."
Just then, the phone rang, and I stepped out of the bathroom to answer it. The desk clerk informed me that the interstate was now open, and the northbound Greyhound would be leaving in thirty minutes.
I turned to Brett, dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled down his soaking wet Calvins. "These are now mine," I said, "and these. . ." indicating my own Hanes, ". . .are yours."
He pulled the briefs off me, and giving them a deep sniff, pulled them on. I donned his Calvins. Now we wore each other's thrice stained briefs, smelling of old and fresh cum. One final kiss, then we started to pack. "I'll copy the video tape and send it to you," I said. "I promise I won't let anyone else look at it."
""I don't care if you do," he said. "I'd be proud to know that guys were jerking off to our encounter."
"I'm not going to wear my parka on the bus," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because for one thing, it's stopped snowing, so it'll be warmer, and secondly, I'm going to spread it over our laps on the bus. It's about a hundred miles to Santa Fe, and I want to be groping your cock all the way. I want to see how many times I can make you come before we arrive."
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