Chapter 18
The first thing Barry was aware of Christmas morning was Jake’s hard d**k pressing against his ass. His sore and tender ass. They’d gone at it like rabbits the night before. But at least they’d managed to use up most of the condoms. Those which were left Jake had promised to inflate and use as balloons over the holiday. Barry guessed they would at least fit in with the p***s candles left over from birthdays that Jake had found and had insisted on lighting.
The pressure against his ass increased. This was accompanied by a kiss to the back of his head.
“Merry Christmas,” Jake said, his voice graveled and sleepy.
Barry didn’t want to turn around, that would mean losing contact—however briefly—with Jake’s hardening d**k. Instead Barry lifted Jake’s hand to his mouth and kissed
