It was Christmas Eve. Gabe sat spanish-ly on a bed, sipping sick eggnog.
He looked at the creepy dildo hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, William had hung it there, just before they looked at each other gayly and then fell into each other's arms and humped each other's ass.
If only I hadn't been so horny, Gabe thought, pouring a
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