Pulling back the covers I could see his erection in his boxers. I waited a little while trying to breath as calmly as possible while admiring the shape it made pressed against the loose cotton. Carefully I moved my hand up the leg of his boxers until I could feel his hairy testicles with my fingers, this made my skin shiver and my lips burn. He stirred a second but did not wake as I groped his scrotum sneezing it softly. Heavy, warm, full.
Laying there asleep completely unaware as I listened to his heartbeat and took in the fresh smell of his skin. He didn't realise it as he slept but I was about to go down on him and drink his cum. Handsome and young at 26, a year and a bit older than myself. He's the perfect example of a virile man. Long muscular limbs, legs apart. Fine black hair covering his legs until the mid thigh, a snail train growing up his abdominal muscles from his pubes. I continue squeezing his scrotum gently making his penis jerk up every now and again erratically, a wet patch of pre-cum forms on the cotton boxers. Sneaking, I unbutton the front of them, it's one button and it gives way easily. I slip my hand in and grab ahold of his penis, hot and not quite fully hard. He's breathing heavy but not awake. I fight the temptation to kiss him softly on the lips instead holding my mouth open over his, breathing in his outward breath. Once I have his penis out of his boxers I gently pull the foreskin down to reveal the large wet head, I can see pre-cum run slowly from the tip down over my fingers.
