I used to have a suck buddy (who turned into a fuck buddy). I'd drive over to his house, walk inside, and we'd have a brief conversation. We both knew what I was there for. He'd position me where there was a fair amount of floor space (I was still fully dressed), kneel down, and begin playing with my cock through my 501s. Pretty much as soon as I was hard (which didn't usually take long), he'd open my belt, slowly unbutton my jeans, reach in to massage my cock and balls... and gently pull my erection through my Jockey fly (yay, y-fly). He'd go to town, sucking me through my briefs as my jeans slowly fell to the floor. I was left to unbutton my shirt, strip it and my t-shirt off (not getting in the way of his sucking efficiency), and find someplace to put them. He liked me naked, but he didn't want to do all the work, I guess. When I was bare-chested, his hands would go wandering over my belly and chest hair (he was mostly smooth). He'd thread my cock back through my underwear let it poke above the waistband, and tug down my briefs so they'd fall to the floor, while he resumed sucking and licking my balls. I loved playing with his wrestler's body through his clothes. In not too much time, I'd cum in his mouth. He'd swallow all of me, and then lick my cock, dangling balls and pubes clean of semen. Then he'd rock back in his heels, looking over my hairy, quivering body, very pleased with himself. He was SO Good. Then I'd grab my clothes and slowly dress myself, taking time to enjoy my still-hard dick as I placed it back inside my Jockeys, hugged him and went on to my other errands.