“Wait, who is eating your ass?” I asked in a serious tone.Ĭaleb got a big smile and shook his head. I thought for a minute and sat up suddenly. “You will never have your face in my ass.” I burst out laughing and slapped the floor before looking back up at Caleb. “Remind me never to eat your ass, bro,” he smiled for the first time during this discussion. “Washing with a bar of soap is just fine for me.” “What the fuck, bro?” I asked with a squinted eye. “It’s also when a dude cleans his ass with an enema,” Caleb countered. “Isn’t that when a chick cleans her pussy?” “Douche?” I asked loudly in the empty gym. “Do you douche?” he asked causing me to jerk my head up toward him. “I clean my ass, bro,” I laughed as I scrolled through my phone.
“It’s not gross, Taylor,” Caleb said in a fatherly tone. Two years older than me, Caleb acted like it was 10 years. “Gross, and its right in my face,” I laughed as he remained serious and stern looking. “A little but only in my ass,” Caleb said with his legs spread and his arms behind his back showing off his pits. “Did you even sweat at all, Caleb?” I asked as I wiped sweat on my forehead before it hit my eyebrow. I was laying on my stomach at the right in front of my brother’s best friend after finishing an intense workout and stretching. A private gym, we were allowed to workout and use the locker room after hours with a special key to a side entrance.
