I guess you can tell us how his arse taste too since your mouth is on it 24/7, 365
Well, it all started when one day I was near Gordon and caught a whiff of something delicious. I kept sniffing around until I could figure out where this scent was coming from, and wouldn't you know it, once I found the source, my nose was wedged right up there in his arse crack. I couldn't resist and wound up taking a taste. It was something like having that first bite of mother's freshly-baked apple pie in the afternoon after a fun day of playing in the yard. I soon after apologized and tried to explain what had happened, but he didn't seem to mind and actually said that he enjoyed it. Ever since then, we've been close friends, and he lets me get another taste every now and then.
Hope that helps with your inquiry.