“No.” Chad smiled.
Tucker undid the jeans. He unzipped them, but instead of pulling them down, he put his hand inside. “Mmm.” Against Chad’s lips, he made the sound, while his fingers stroked the hair down in Chad’s Fruit of the Loom briefs. “Is it red?” Tucker whispered.
“Huh? Oh.” Chad cleared his throat. “Yes.”
“Oh, my fucking God!”
Chad laughed. “If I grow a beard, I’ll look like a leprechaun.”
“Leprechauns have beards?”
“Don’t they?”
“I don’t know. I don’t care.” After rubbing Chad’s thick dick, Tucker took his hand out of his pants. “Let me turn on more light, so I can see it better.”
Chad laughed again. “I can dig it. Should I take them off?”
“No. I want to.” Tucker turned on another kerosene lamp. “What do you want?”
“Really?”
“Yup. Tell me.”
“Outta sight. Get naked. No shoes. No socks. No pants. Like, all the way.”
Tucker stripped in record time, all but his underpants, which he slowly took down, then tossed in the air. “Light good?”