They went quietly upstairs to the porch and settled down on the sofa to snuggle a bit. “That was a nice evening,” Tom said.
“True,” Noah said, “and so is this.”
“I guess Bobby and Chad have had a good evening.”
“Yeah, they’ve probably worn themselves out fucking.”
“I’m not too tired to wear you out doing the same thing.”
“I bet I can get naked faster than you.”
When they walked downstairs to the kitchen Saturday morning, Bobby was sitting on one of the bar stools, eyes glued, as usual, to Chad’s butt, or at least that part of it that wasn’t hidden by the apron he was wearing while he cooked.
“Morning,” Noah said as they entered the room.
“Hi,” Bobby said, his eyes not leaving Chad’s ass.
Noah sat down beside Bobby and said, “Did you have fun last night?”
“You got that right,” Bob
