I rang the front door bell of the elegant single story home in La Jolla, a clip-board in my hand. Its owner had been asking for bids on a landscaping job, and I was there to make an estimate of my price for the job. The door was opened by a tall, slender man, with an attractive face and short wavy hair and blue eyes. But the nicest thing about him was what he was wearing. He had on a white tank top, and a pair of low slung shorts which revealed the waistband of a pair of white Calvin Kleins, briefs or boxer-briefs, I knew not which, and a pair of sandals. The shorts looked as though they were about to fall down at any minute, which would have revealed him in just his underwear. I said a little prayer.
He looked at me, with obvious approval in his eyes. I was wearing a polo shirt, a pair of very skimpy blue jogging shorts, under which were my white Hanes briefs, white socks and sneakers.
"Hi," I said, "I'm Chris. I called earlier?"
"Oh, yes," he said, "The estimate. I'm Peter. Come on in."
We walked through the house and out on the patio in the rear, which boasted an attractive swimming pool. Looking around, I could see there was great potential for landscaping improvement. We talked for a while about what he had in mind, and I jotted down a few notes. Eventually, he said, "Would you like a beer?"
"Very much so," I replied. "It's been a long day and I've worked up quite a thirst."
He went back into the house and came back carrying two bottles. "Let's sit down here and relax for a bit. We could watch the sunset. You're not in a hurry, are you?"
"Not at all, this is my last job of the day."
As we sat down on the patio furniture, I made sure that I got the seat directly opposite, facing him, with the table off to one side. I knew that if I opened my legs slightly, he would be able to see a glimpse of my underpants up the leg of my shorts. He sat down, with his legs apart also. It was going to be difficult to see up his shorts as they were considerably longer than mine, but I figured if I persevered, I would be rewarded soon enough. As we chatted, each learning something about the other, I would move, from time to time, crossing and uncrossing my legs, or letting them fall opened, and I could see that he was having trouble keeping his gaze off my crotch. I felt the first stirrings of an erection in my briefs. Finally, I caught a glimpse of white up his shorts.
"Would you mind if I took my sneakers off?" I asked. "I've had them on all day and my feet are crying for relief."
"Go right ahead, take off anything you like."
I lifted my left knee up under my chin and with my heel on the edge of the chair, unlaced the sneaker. I knew from practicing this maneuver in the mirror that it exposed a vast area of white brief for his inspection, and sure enough, his eyes were riveted on the spot. I took my time, and then did the same thing with the right sneaker. I thought I noticed a bulge in his baggy shorts.
"How would you like to go for a swim?" he asked.
"I'd love to, but I didn't bring any swim-wear."
"Oh, we don't bother about that in this house, I always just jump in naked."
"I haven't skinny-dipped in years," I laughed. "Thank you, I'd love to swim."
I stood up and removed my shirt. "Are your going to join me?"
"Sure," he said, "Just as soon as I finish this beer."
I slowly pulled down my blue shorts, feeling his gaze upon me. I took my time, folding them and placing them over the back of my chair. Then I sat down and pulled of my socks one at a time. Then, standing up again, facing him, I took off my shirt, then hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my briefs and slowly pulled them down. My cock sprang free. It was about half hard, looking like a soft, but larger dick, or a half hard six incher, which it was. I took a moment to drink the last of my beer, allowing him a nice long look, then feeling my dick begin to rise, I turned and walked down the steps into the water. I turned on my back and swam a few strokes, then looked at him.
He kicked off his sandals and quickly dropped his shorts. Yes, to my delight, he was wearing briefs too and they clearly displayed a full erection. He pulled them down past his knees and let them drop round his ankles, then reached for his beer and emptied the glass. His dick was a little bigger than mine, pointing skywards in that inviting manner, uncut, as mine is, and very beautiful. I didn't care if he caught me looking, in fact, I wanted him to see my interest. He took his time pulling the white tank over his head, and I could see that his dick had a bead of moisture on the end. At that moment, I knew he was mine!
He came down the steps into the shallow end where I was standing in waist deep water.
"The cold water always makes my dick shrink," I said, smiling at him.
"Don't worry, I can take care of that," he said, and reached out and took my dick in his hand. To tell the truth, it hadn't shrunk at all, and as soon as he touched it, I became rock hard.
"I want to take care of you, too," I said, reaching for his dick. It felt so good in my hand, despite the fact that it was under water. "I love uncut cocks. They taste so much better."
"I couldn't agree more," he said. "Sit up on the edge of the pool and let me enjoy your dick."
I did that jump-turn thing and sat on the edge of the pool. He stepped right up to me. "I loved watching you undress," he said. "I'd been looking up the leg of your shorts for the last fifteen minutes, and you were making me very hot. Then, when I saw you in just you briefs, I nearly came in my Calvins!"
"I feel the same way," I said. "There's nothing hotter than a guy wearing white briefs, especially if his dick is hanging out."
"Can I suck you?"
"On one condition."
"What's that?"
"That you let me suck you, too." I lay on my back, with my leg hanging over the edge. He laughed and lowered his mouth on to my stiff cock. He tongued me expertly, fondling my balls with his hand, running his tongue under my foreskin, making me gasp with pleasure. I was close to cumming, but I wanted to delay the moment. "My turn to have fun," I said. "Sit on the edge."
We swapped places and I got to look at his fabulous cock close up. It was just like mine, but bigger, with a lovely silky feel to it, and I eagerly took it into my mouth. His precum tasted slightly bitter, but very exciting and I tried to milk as much as I could with my hand, tonguing his as he had tongued me.
Then he said, "I need to pee."
"Come with me," I said and took him by the hand. He jumped down into the pool and I led him to the steps where I sat down, at the lowest dry step.
"Stand in front of me," I said, "and pee on my face and chest."
"Oh, this is heaven," he said, "I love to get into pee games."
The stream of hot piss hit my chest, then my cock and balls, then back up to my upturned face. I opened my mouth and it filled with delicious piss, most of it spilling down over my chin. He had clearly been drinking a lot of beer, because the taste was quite mild. As the stream slackened, I took his dick in my mouth and drank the last few drops straight from it. Then I licked it clean.
"That was so tasty," I said.
"Now me," he said, kneeling on the step with his back to me. "Put your dick up against my asshole and piss up it." I did as he asked, pressing my dick against his hole and trying to make an effective seal, but most of the piss leaked out. I saw him shudder with delight as the piss ran down his legs. I reached around and gave his dick a few strokes. He was still rock-hard.
"I want to see you in your underpants again," he said. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all. In fact, I want to see you in yours. I'm crazy about guys in briefs!"
"At last," he laughed, "I've found a soul mate."
He jumped out of the pool and ran into the house, coming out moments later with a big bath towel, with which he proceeded to dry me off, paying particular attention to my genitals and my ass. Then I did the same for him.
Instead of putting on my briefs, I picked up his and held them to my nose, sniffing deeply at the crotch. The had a nice clean-laundry smell, with a faint whiff of his body aroma. Then I put them on. I've always loved Calvin Kleins, and these fitted perfectly. "Please wear mine," I said, picking them up and offering them to him. Like me, he sniffed at them, front and back and then slipped them on. He looked magnificent in my white Hanes, with his long erect dick barely contained in them. "Do you have a camera?" I asked.
He went into the house again, returning with a digital camera, and we spent a few minutes taking pictures of each other, of our bulges, and of our dicks poking out of the various orifices of our briefs. I love being photographed in my underpants. I'd be able to email these pics to all my friends and use them to snag guys on the internet and, of course, now I would always have something to remember him by.
Then he pushed two chaise-lounges together and we lay down, side by side, head to tail.
"I want to suck you off through your briefs," he said, and proceed to do just that. I put my hand down the front of his (my) Hanes and began to gently wank him. We were both so close to cumming that in just a moment, I felt his dick pulsing and the feel of warm, wet cum on my hand and wrist. It was such a turn-on that I came in the Calvins, and he sucked at the cum through the cotton, swallowing it all. I pulled my hand out of his briefs and licked his cum off. It had a nice creamy taste. Then I pulled down the waistband of the Hanes and cleaned him up with my tongue.
We lay there for a while, recovering. "Let's keep each other's underpants," he said.
"Oh, absolutely," I agreed. "I'm going to wear yours all evening and sleep in them tonight."
Later, after another beer, we watched each other dress. "I never did give you my estimate," I said.
"Never mind," he said, "You can come back tomorrow and give it to me then."