Dan opened the door and entered his house. In one hand he held his keys, in the other were two bags of shopping. Phil followed with five more full bags of shopping from the local Lidl. Dan dropped his keys in the bowl near the front door and walked through to the kitchen. He put his two bags on the counter and put the shopping in the appropriate cupboards. Phil followed suit.
After they had finished, they both sat on the sofa.
"So," Phil said, tired from the day's tasks, "What now?"
Dan turned to him and moved his face in, touching their lips together. He broke the kiss as quickly as he had started it.
"Is that a good idea?" Dan asked, seductively.
Phil replied by kissing Dan again, with more passion than the last kiss the couple had shared. Dan pushed his tongue through Phil's lips and stroked his teeth and gums. Phil let Dan continue past the pearly obstacles and their meaty taste organs danced an erotic dance of passion, like two horny slugs sliming all over each other, except much more sexy.
Dan broke the kiss and pulled his t-shirt off, hinting at Phil to do the same. He pulled off his tight jeans, revealing his boxers. Phil watched, stunned, as Dan slipped them off and spread his knees, showing Phil his throbbing member.
"Oh, God! Dan, why is it throbbing?" Phil asked, shocked.
"What?" Dan replied, looking down and pulling his right leg out of his way. Dan then let out a loud scream.
"What? What's the matter?" The increasingly worried Phil asked.
"I pulled a muscle in my fucking leg," Dan replied, gritting his teeth and screwing up his face in pain.
"Crap, put your pants back on, and I'll get some more comfortable trousers for you to wear. We can get an Uber to A&E."
"FUCK" Dan screamed, straightening his legs and reaching for his boxers and t-shirt.
THE END