I travel frequently, staying in hotel after hotel. I was going to be in the area of one of my closest friends, so I called him up to see if I could stay with him for three or four nights. He was more than happy to have the company. Joe and I have known each other for more than fifteen years, we are both 38, average height and weight, beginning to get a little pudgy. We both have brown hair, and brown eyes. I am slightly taller than he is and he is slightly heavier than I am. And though we have shared hotel rooms at conferences, we work for the same company though in different capacities, I have seen him in various states of undress, and even though I have had several bi experiences, there has never been anything the least bit sexual between us.
After I arrived, we went out to eat and had a few drinks, we then returned to his house and decided to shoot a few games of pool. I went to the guest room and changed into my boxers and a t-shirt, the usual attire for hotel rooms when you have a roommate, and went to met up with Joe in the basement. He was not down there yet, so I racked up the balls and begin to take a few practice shots. When he came down, he too had changed into a t-shirt, however his choice of underwear was tighty-whities. Of course, this caused a great deal of teasing, which he took well.
After several games, and several more beers, the basement was beginning to get a little warm. We both we sweating slightly and not playing pool well at all. He said that the vents that supplied the AC to the basement had been damaged during some remodeling, so he went to get a fan from his garage. While he was gone, I removed my shirt and was racking the balls up in just my boxers when he came back down.
He was sweating much heavier; apparently it was very hot in the garage. His tighty-whities were clinging to his butt cheeks, and his cock was clearly outlined, as was his dark patch of pubic hair.
"I see you've gotten more comfortable," he said, bending over to plug in the fan.
Of course, his bending over made his underwear cling even tighter, as well as slide towards his crack. "Well, if I was in a hotel room, I'd be butt naked by now!" I replied, taking a wobbly shot at the three ball.
He stood up and adjusted the fan to that it faced the pool table, his back towards me, "I told you, you can make yourself comfortable, my house is your house."
I wasn't sure if that was a hint or if it was a joke. So I quickly replied, "Ah, I hate being naked by myself."
He was walking back towards the table, picking up his pool stick, smiling he said, "Well, we might look pretty funny playing pool naked, what would people say!"
I smiled back and asked, "What people? There's nobody around here and I don't think either of us would tell."
He handed me another beer from the fridge and leaned over to take his shot. As he stood back up, I could tell that the heat, the alcohol and the hinting at getting naked was having a slight affect on him, his cock was swollen a bit, stretching the clinging underwear. That was when I realized that my own cock was beginning to swell slightly too. My silk boxers would hide me for the time being, but I needed to change my thoughts to something else, or I would soon be tenting.
Now, I don't have a huge cock, it is just over seven and one-half inches long and about two and one-half inches wide. I keep my crotch and ass completely smooth and I have a great tan, with no tan lines.
Joe appeared to have a slightly smaller cock, of course it was hard to tell without him being fully erect, and he had a medium patch of dark hair just above his cock. He has no tan whatsoever, so his white briefs blending in with his white skin. I also notice he had very body hair, his legs were almost hairless except for strands on his thighs.
After a few more shots, I decided to broche the subject again. "I see you decided not to get naked," I said, leaning over to take a shot at the seven ball.
"Well, you didn't get naked, now did ya?" He quipped back.
"Oh, I didn't realize I had to go first," I said, then I laid my pool stick on the table and slid my boxers over my hips, then let them fall to the floor, where I gently stepped out of them, then tossed them on the couch.
There was no hiding my excitement now, my cock was three quarters hard and growing. I smiled and said, "Your turn, and I don't mean to shoot."
I then turned back and took my next shot, my hardening cock bouncing against the pool table. I watched out of the corner of my eye and saw him staring at my butt, but he didn't make a move to finish undressing.
I missed my shot and stepped away, "Your turn, for both now!" I said, as he just stood there watching me. He blinked several times, then slid his underwear off and tossed them next to mine. His cock was fully erect, and appeared to be about the same size, maybe just a little shorter and a bit thicker than mine. He then walked over and took his next shot.
He had to lean way over the table, and I got a great view of his bubble butt. It appeared to also be hairless, or at the least had very soft, pale hairs. As he stretched, lifting one leg, I could see his tight pink butt hole. Of course, he missed and then I finished up the game sinking the eight and nine balls.
We sat on the couch and drank another beer, both of use casually checking out the other. After about fifteen minutes of being naked together, I decided to make a move.
"Let's play another game of nine-ball, only with a twist this time," I suggested.
He grinned and replied, "What did you have in mind?"
I cleared my throat and explained, "Well, the loser has to suck off the winner."
