With a steaming cup of coffee cradled in his large hands, Scott sat at Dale’s kitchen table wrapped in a bathrobe. “Where are your clothes?” Dale had asked.
“At home.” Scott had a bigger build than Dale and wouldn’t fit into the thinner man’s clothing. He tried pulling a pair of boxer shorts on, only to find they couldn’t snap shut.
Personally, Dale saw nothing wrong with the shorts—the breezy material framed Scott’s heavy c**k and balls beautifully. “I mean, you go out naked? When you…” He still wasn’t quite sure he believed all this.
Scott gave him a sardonic look. “I go out wearing fur. Usually I head back inside before I have to change. Last night I just got…distracted.”
Dale liked thinking he was the distraction that had kept Scott from returning home. As he stood at the kitchen c
