Yes

"Your ass?" you ask.

"No shit, Sherlock."

Rolling your eyes, you quickly give his shorts-wearing ass a peck on the left cheek. You hear both the guys chuckle.

"Now the other one," Dylan laughs. Rolling your eyes, you do so.

"Can I go now?" you ask Brady.

"Yeah, fine," he says, standing up to walk away.

You follow suit, but you lose your footing while standing up, causing you to tumble forward, hitting Dylan. You both fall over, and you land on top of him. You get the worse end of the stick by far, however, as your face lands square in Dylan's asscrack! You smell his pure, unmasked male aroma--a lot of sweat smells, as well as smells you don't want to describe. It's as gross as anything you could possibly imagine, but, at the same time, it's weirdly intriguing

"Wow, Dylan!" Brady laughs. "He liked kissing your ass so much, he came for seconds!"

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Dylan replies. "Although most girls I do this with take the shorts off first..."

You sit up, gasping for air. Dylan shoves his ass in the air, though, forcing you to move back farther. "Come on, sure you don't want another bite?"