They showered together, chest to chest. Soapsuds rolled down and over their body parts as Chip lathered their upright frames with a bar of Dial. They kissed a number of times and became lost under the spray. Hips were touched, the bar of soap grazed biceps, and asses were gently spanked in play. The two men laughed under the warm water, dripping wet and becoming clean, washing away the semen-residue on their toned physiques.
“Do you think you’ll ever get married?” Chip inquired, using a firm tone. He locked his eyes with Fargo’s, unblinking.
Fargo nodded. “I do see myself marrying. It has to be the right guy, though. How about you? You believe in manogamy and love?”
“Manogomy?”
“Clever, isn’t it?”
“Yes, very clever. And to answer your question, I do believe in manogomy, or whatever yo
