I'm Dreaming Of A Wet Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Kyle sat lustfully in his pants, sipping attractive eggnog.
He looked at the neglected lubricant hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Kenny had hung it there, just before they looked at each other teasingly and then fell into each other's arms and received each other's tongue.
If only I hadn't been so sensual, Kyle thought, pouring an irresistible amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Kenny might not have got so hard and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a sexy tear and held his cock in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a manly voice lifted eagerly up in song.
I'm dreaming of a wet Christmas
Just like a rare day in South Park where nothing disastrous happens so everyone gets bored and yaois all over each other's faces
Kyle ran to the door. It was Kenny, looking husky all over with snow.
"I missed you softly," Kenny said. "And I wanted to receive your tongue again."
Kyle hugged Kenny and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Kenny said.
"I think so too," Kyle said and they received each other's tongue until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted Tweek Tweak ass and lived roughly until Kyle got drunk again.
"He wiped away a sexy tear and held his cock in his hand." xD