Butch stood at the kitchen counter cracking eggs into a bowl. He hummed and smiled at the memories of the previous night. It had been a long time since he’d experienced s*x that had had a deeper meaning than mere s****l satisfaction. He hoped Ernie felt the same way, too.
As he stirred milk into the eggs, Butch became aware that Ernie was watching him from the doorway behind him.
“Good morning,” Butch said, looking over his shoulder and continuing to stir the egg mixture.
Ernie had put on his briefs, but it appeared the man’s c**k was none too happy about being constrained. Butch felt his own d**k react within the confines of his plaid boxers.
Ernie walked slowly across the room and hesitated when he got close to Butch. Tentatively, Ernie slipped his arms around Butch’s waist, laid his
