How about this?” He asked turning around to show me his ass.Now, I had been sitting on a stool in the kitchen most of the morning admiring his ass and already determined this stud had a great ass and the way the scruffs hugged it left little to the imagination.“Oh yes” I said making a scrunchy face, “You do those scruffs proud.”“My wife, she’s a total bitch, but she always said I had a nice ass too.”“She might be a bitch, but she knows a good thing. Gay sex So how about you? How do you know that a guy is the one for you.”I could have just held up a mirror, pointed it at him and shown him exactly what turns me on but instead I verbally did an inventory of him standing in my kitchen describing pretty much every sexy detail I could see of him.He was no idiot and he quickly caught on that I was just rattling off features of himself and being so pale, it was pretty obvious that he blushing at my rather complimentary description of what in my mind constitutes a hot man.“Gosh, he sounds perfect”,” he chuckled, “what else?”“Oh, they have to have a nice perky butt and look amazing in trade scruffs (those pants
