That's lovely I had a friend like that in the 80s, I hadn't "come out" then, he was flirting with me, when we arrived home from the pub, he took his top off, then he was feeling my arse when I gave him a drink, but I was very shy and nervous. I regret now not going for it he was a "real man", covered in fur with male pattern baldness, like a Bob Hoskins type. He lived not far from me and still lived at home like myself. We stayed up all night drinking, smoking, and chatting, but no sex, I often think about him and what might have been.
7:00 - finally! I wondered about this earlier when they began french-kissing. Glad they acted upon that lustful urge and I hope he came inside of him. For me, I only french-kiss the moment a guy goes into my ass or during anal.