After a long, hot, steamy shower—during which Ted and Kenny ran appreciative hands over each other’s bodies, exploring and discovering their respective erogenous zones—they brought each other to another climax by rubbing their c***s against soap-covered abdomens, secured in a tight embrace. Now they sat in a small restaurant near the main campus.
“No, I’ve never eaten here before,” Kenny said in answer to Ted’s question.
“You’re in for a real treat. Antonio makes the best raisin-cinnamon French toast in the world.”
Sipping coffee and waiting for their meal to arrive, Kenny said, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
“Sure, anything.”
“I’d really like it if you’d come to church with me tomorrow,” Kenny said with a smile.
Ted blinked. He should have expected this. But, before he co
