I woke up the instant Chris entered the room. He wasn't quiet about it. He walked in dressed only in loose boxers. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looked over at me, and smiled. He did a quick once-over of my body that was harmless and likely unintentional. But my paranoid mind thought, "What if he recognizes his father's underwear?"
I was laying on my front without any sheet covering me. It was even warmer upstairs than I'd remembered. Dressed only in Mr. Bryant's white briefs, I covered myself with the thin sheet as I rolled over.
"Sorry for leaving you with my dad most of the night," Chris said as he leaned forward to pick up the controllers. He handed me one and turned on the TV.
"It's all good, man. Really, don't worry about it," I said.
"Well, thanks again," he said with a brief smile before the game started.
"How was it? Last night," I said.
"Dude, it was fucking incredible. She's the hottest girl I've ever been with for sure," he said as he immediately paused the game and scooted to face me.
"Her house is insane. She must be crazy rich. She led me into this wine cellar and tried to get me naked there. But we just grabbed a bottle and went upstairs to this massive, jacuzzi tub in the master bathroom," he said.
His eyes lit up as he spoke, and I could tell he was flustered as the emotions and urges undoubtedly came rushing back.
"And then..." I said.
"Then...not my best work," he said.
"At first that is. She's just so damn hot I couldn't last very long at all. The whole night and walk over there I was hard as a rock. By the time I got to her house and got my clothes off...I'd never leaked that much in my life," he said.
I could see his cock reacting to the memories he was reliving. Having gone through puberty together, we'd popped boners around each other unintentionally many times before. I was glad to have the sheet covering my own lengthening dick though. The white briefs would undoubtedly turn translucent if I were to leak enough precum.
"I cleaned up the second round and it was amazing," he said boastfully. "She fucking loved it."
I laughed and just shook my head.
"So, tell me about the guys you've been with this year," he said abruptly.
I was so caught off guard that I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I could feel my face warming and tried to think of something to say in response but was left literally speechless.
A smile appeared on Chris' sleepy face as he said, "Relax, dude. Ashley told me she'd seen you sucking face with a few dudes at parties this past year. I can't believe you didn't tell me, you mother fucker."
We both started laughing and he said, "So...tell me about these guys. And no lying this time."
We talked for a while about some of my sexual exploitations. This time, I told him the truth and he surprised me by encouraging graphic detail. He asked very specific questions about my experience and shockingly, it made me feel more relaxed. It was as if he and I were talking about girls we'd been with in high school. We always told each other every little detail.
He was telling me how he loved me like a brother when both of us were hit with the smell of bacon. Our stomachs growled audibly. We both looked at each and stood before following the enchanting aroma. I was still not completely flaccid, but it wasn't obvious in Mr. Bryant's loose underwear.
As we walked into the kitchen, I immediately regretted walking down without clothes to cover me. Mr. Bryant was cooking at the stove in a plain white shirt that appeared to be one size too small. It hugged his muscular upper body in all the right places and you could just make out his nest of chest hair underneath. On the bottom, he wore only blue boxer briefs. Those were skintight as well and showed off his impressive bulge and ass.
