Young couple Ellis and Casey’s Christmas is set to be a lean one. Struggling financially, they’re only able to manage the most basic needs for their holiday celebration. They can’t afford luxuries like a turkey. Or decorations. Or presents. Between the recent death of Casey’s beloved momma, and Ellis’ estrangement from his family, all they have is each other.<br><br>When Ellis finds the saddest looking Christmas tree south of the Mason-Dixon line thrown outside his workplace and brings it home to Casey, things look up. Because what more do you need to have a Merry Christmas than enthusiasm, ingenuity, and someone to love?

Red Popcorn Strings and Gumball Rings

“None of that.” He put Ellis’s hand down on the bed and slid in the rest of the way. When the scratchy pubes of Casey’s low-hanging balls rubbed against his ass, Ellis groaned. Loudly.


Casey plastered himself to Ellis. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach. “Kiss me,” Ellis whispered, and Casey obliged, pressing his lips against Ellis’s eager ones before pulling his dick out almost entirely, changing his angle, and thrusting in again.


Ellis moaned as the blunt head dragged over his prostate. Casey never missed; it was like his prostate was equipped with a homing beacon made especially for Casey’s cock. Ellis wasn’t going to last much longer.


“I’m gonna fuck the cum right out of you.” Casey picked up the pace. “I want you to paint my chest with your spunk. Then I want you to lick it off me.”


Ellis clenched his ass. His legs trembled, his breathing was shallow and fast, and sweat poured down his face.


Chapter 10