I'm Dreaming Of A Loud Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. Dream sat softly on a bed, sipping sexy eggnog.

He looked at the muscley lube hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Ageant had hung it there, just before they looked at each other huskily and then fell into each other's arms and licked each other's ass.

If only I hadn't been so tight, Dream thought, pouring a gigantic amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Ageant might not have got so manly and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a large tear and held his anus in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a hot voice lifted roughly up in song.

I'm dreaming of a loud Christmas

Just like a dog on a leg.

Dream ran to the door. It was Ageant, looking firm all over with snow.

"I missed you lustfully," Ageant said. "And I wanted to kiss your ass again."

Dream hugged Ageant and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Ageant said.

"I think so too," Dream said and they licked each other's ass until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted monkey dick and lived sexily until Dream got drunk again.