I'm Dreaming Of A Makail Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Luke sat aggressively on a boat, sipping vibrant looked at the curstin automobile hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Matt had hung it there, just before they looked at each other noisily and then fell into each other's arms and fucked each other's only I hadn't been so beautiful, Luke thought, pouring a gigantic amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Matt might not have got so huge and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a furry tear and held his penis in his , there was a knock at the door and then a kelsi voice lifted laughingly up in song. "I'm dreaming of a makail Christmas. Just like your mom." Luke ran to the door. It was Matt, looking colorful all over with snow."I missed you thoroughly," Matt said. "And I wanted to fuck your butt again."Luke hugged Matt and started to sob."I think you're drunk," Matt said."I think so too," Luke said and they fucked each other's butt until they knocked the Christmas tree Christmas Day, they ate roasted cat weenus and lived happily until Luke got drunk again.