Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 17:39:16 EDT
From: TW
Subject: White Briefs in the Snow: Part two

     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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