I awoke the next morning, still snuggled up against Scott, who was making the most adorable little soft snoring noises. I quietly rolled out of bed and tip-toed to the bathroom, still naked from last night.
Getting back to the bedroom, I slipped back under the sheets next to Scott. I peeked and saw his morning wood hardon tenting the white boxer shorts he was wearing, my boxers that I let him wear because he looked so hot in them, and he only had tighty whities in his underwear drawer.
Even though we were the same age and grew up together, the simple act of him wearing boxer shorts made him seem older, more like a 'dad' type. I wore boxers and didn't feel that way, but now that I was having fun wearing his white briefs, it seemed like I was back to being a kid again.
Pushing back the top sheet, I took a long gaze at his tenting cock. I hadn't really ever seen it up close until the past few days since he invited me to house-sit with him while his parents and sister were in Europe. We were always close buds, but he moved to California while in high school, and now we were both in college.
I still don't know how it happened, but we got naked and started exploring each other's bodies, leading to lots of touching and kissing and cocksucking. I had never been like that with a guy before, and neither did he, but it seemed so natural and intimate. I didn't want it to end.
I reached over and gently traced a finger across his semi-hard cock through the white fabric. I was drawn to it, and traced up and down until he snorted and stirred in his sleep. Smiling, I kept it up, and gently guided his cock to peek out through the fly of the boxers.
He looked magnificent in the morning light, the circumcised cock head so perfect and smooth. I could see a few of Scott's pubic hairs also peeking out of the fly. I trimmed or shaved my cock and balls, but somehow his hair made him look more manly and older.
I gently stroked his exposed cock, cupping my hand lightly around it and sliding it up and down. I could feel him getting harder. I slowly leaned in to kiss the tip of his cock. I wondered if he would like to wake up to a morning blow job.
Just then Scott rubbed my head and chuckled, "Mmmm you sure know how to wake a guy up! But you better let me pee before I get too hard and it won't come out."
Scott slid out of the bed and over to the bathroom. After a pause, I heard his stream hitting the water, imagining how that golden flow looked coming out of his cock.
Scott came back to bed naked, leaving his shorts in the bathroom, and pulled me into his arms. We kissed and caressed each other for a long time, savoring the warm touch of our skin first thing in the morning. I had made out with girls before, but kissing Scott was so much more sensuous and intimate. I could feel his strong arms wrap around me and guide me as he touched more and more.
"Can I finish that blow job?" I asked.
"I'd never turn that down," Scott laughed. "Be my guest."
I kissed him on the lips for a long moment, then moved down to kiss his nipples, his belly, and then the tip of his cock. I gently took him in my mouth, licking and caressing him with my tongue and lips. He tasted so manly with a little hint of pee. I inhaled his aroma in his pubic hair, and placed one hand under his balls so I could fondle and play with them. I've played with my cock and balls plenty, but each time I touched Scott it seemed like something new.
I took my time, playing with Scott, enjoying every second myself, and knowing that I was giving him so much pleasure. He would caress my head and back as I moved, wanting to keep in touch with me as I moved.
I felt his hand move down my back to linger on my ass, playing with it. It tickled, but I loved his touch, as he slid between my ass cheeks and lightly ran his finger across my asshole. He paused and lightly massaged my hole, driving me wild.
Scott gently guided me to move my legs toward him, turning so he could see my cock as well. He bent a knee and I was able to pillow my head on it, and I did the same, so he moved closer to my cock and kissed it on the tip. He took me in his mouth, my first 69, and took my pleasure to a whole new level.
I could barely concentrate on Scott's cock and balls as he began sucking me and grasping my smooth balls in his hand. He somehow kept a finger near my hole, caressing that as well. I could have laid like this for hours, but I felt a wave of pressure building in my groin and was having a hard time holding it back. I let his cock slide out of my mouth and mumbled, "I'm going to shoot pretty soon."
Scott sped up his actions, mouth and hands working faster and firmer, until I lost control. I tapped him on the leg to try to let him know, then I shot load after load into his mouth. I heard him gulp as he took it all.
I tried to finish Scott off faster, but he seemed to have tremendous staying power. That was ok because I loved pleasuring him. I heard him lightly moan as I brought him to climax. My softening cock was still in his mouth, so he tapped me on the leg to indicate he was cumming then shot a huge amount of sperm into my mouth. I almost gagged, but I savored and swallowed it all.
We both rolled back, panting and catching our breath, I climbed back up to Scott, and we kissed some more, licking the cum off each other's lips. I laid my head on his chest and he held me in his arms as we relaxed and soaked up the moment.
After a while we got up and walked downstairs naked to get some breakfast. I was so thirsty from all of the exertion and getting pretty hungry as well. Scott's mom called, and he had a nice chat with them, saying how much fun we were having.
"Don't just play video games a day," she told him. "Get some exercise. Don't forget to mow the lawn if it needs it."
Scott laughed. "We're getting plenty of exercise." He winked at me. "But I will cut the grass today."
He finished the call and started making us some eggs and toast.
"I have to cut the grass. You can hang out by the pool if you want."
"I'll help. It'll be fun, and then you'll be done faster, and can get naked with me in the pool.
"Sounds like a plan! Would you want to go up to my room and get some sports shorts for me? Grab some for yourself too. Bottom drawer of my dresser. And some underwear to hold that bulge down in the shorts." He pointed at my semi-hard erection in the kitchen.
I ran up to his room, grabbed two pairs of nylon sports shorts, then opened his underwear drawer. I loved looking through his intimate clothes, touching them and imagining them on him. All white, mostly Hanes, a pair of Jockeys, and a jockstrap that I would have to have him model later. I grabbed two pairs of Hanes white briefs and went back to the kitchen to eat breakfast.
We ate and cleaned up the kitchen, then dressed and headed out to the garage to mow the lawn. Scott got the mower and started cutting, and I took the trimmer and trimmed the edges of the yard and cleaned up the driveway and sidewalk.
I kept sneaking glances at Scott pushing the mower, his bare chest gleaming with sweat, the muscles in his arms flexing. I could see the bright white waistband of his briefs sticking above the blue sports shorts that hung to his knees. He just looked so damn sexy.
It was getting very warm, and we were sweating a lot. We finished the job, and Scott closed the garage door. As soon as we were in private again, I threw my arms around him and kissed him. "You looked so sexy out there, man. And you smell so manly!"
