“How’d you get these so soft?”
“Soft?” Bobby pressed his hard d**k against Phil’s belly.
Phil kissed Bobby. “Not that, silly, your towels.”
“You want to talk about towels at a time like this?”
Phil grinned. “No, maybe not.”
“Didn’t think so.” Bobby took Phil by the hand and led him to the master bedroom. At the foot of the bed, he asked, “You sure you want to do this?”
Despite the lack of sight—in fact Bobby had taken out his false eyes before showering—Phil still felt as though Bobby was gazing into his soul. He swallowed. This wouldn’t be a quick no name, leave immediately afterwards f**k. At least not for Phil, and he suspected, not for Bobby either. “Yes.” He affirmed his statement with a kiss. “But is it okay if I, or, I mean, if you do the uh…”
Bobby kissed Phil back. “I promi
