Better Late Than Never
Having lost the Holiday spirit, Grayson retired in the evening on New Year’s Eve. Tossing and turning, he was unable to escape the last words Jeremy bid, before he left to spend his vacation with his son, daughter and ex-wife, “I’ll send you the best Christmas gift you ever fantasized.”
Hours later, hearing the clock chime midnight and fireworks boom outside, he dwelled on what lacked. Right. Here it is December 31st. He forgot, leaving me with that damn Christmas tree. I‘m welcoming in the New Year alone, just like I spent Christmas. He said to wait. Screw him! I’m taking down that tree, right now!
He stumbled over his clothes when he jumped out of bed and stepped on the dog. “Dammit, Winston. Get out of the way. ” It hasn’t felt like Christmas since he left. It’s been eighty-five degrees, not even rain.
He turned on the lights, before he walked in the living room. He yelped, jumping with a start.
“Merry Christmas,” greeted a nearly naked man, standing by the tree, cloaked with only a Santa hat and open jacket, red socks, and a red, too scant a g-string. His hand grasped his hard dick, bursting out.
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