From somewhere, Frank heard Bing Crosby singing White Christmas. He opened his eyes. He hadn’t remembered falling asleep, only thinking about January fifteenth, the NFL draft, and what it would bring.
He turned over, sat up, and looked around. Bill was sitting on the dresser, naked, except for a fake white beard and a maize and blue U of M Santa hat. Between Bill and the television was a small Christmas tree. “Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas. I hear you’ve been a very good little boy this year.”
Frank laughed.
“Well, Santa’s got a nice big present for you.” Bill walked to the bed, his rapidly swelling c**k swaying back and forth. Climbing onto the bed, Bill got on all fours over Frank and kissed him.
“Your beard tickles,” Frank said.
“It’ll tickle even more down here.” Bill pulled back th
