I leaned over and licked the globule of ketchup from the corners of his mouth. It then turned into a kiss. I could taste the salt from the fries on his lips. My robe fell open, exposing my underwear. I pulled Kenny’s T-shirt up over his belly, chest, and head. I started to suck on his right nipple while I fondled the left one. I knew how hot this drove him, that my touch sent shocks of arousal directly to his dick. Kenny was wearing baggy cut-off shorts that slid easily off his ass. He was hard beneath the tent of his black boxer-briefs. I peeled off my robe. Kenny and I were both heavyset guys, so we never felt insecure about being naked in each other’s presence. I love Kenny’s body. I kissed every chubby part of him like I was marking my territory. I tongued his belly button, ran my fingers along love handles of supple sugar-brown skin. His belly felt warm against my lips. I hooked my fingers behind the waistband of his underwear, easing them down past thighs, knees and feet. I gently took his balls into my mouth, sucking tender scrotum skin. I licked along the shaft of his dick. A pearl of pre-cum formed at the piss-slit tip. I knew he would have been content with a blowjob, but he would have come before things had even gotten started. Up my butt was where I wanted Kenny’s dick.
“Which room this time?” I asked.
“Yours. I was kind of freaked out doing it in your parents’ bed last time.”
We walked buck-naked through the house toward my room. I switched on the ceiling fan light. We climbed on top of the bed and took up where we left off, hands groping, fingers kissing brown skin. Kenny’s dick was warm against my thigh. I couldn’t wait to get it up my ass. I looked at him and asked, “Can I? Can I do it?”