Just one more, I swear!
This is way too addictive. Love this one because it actually kind of makes sense!
It was Christmas Eve. Harry sat grumpily under the rainbow, sipping cloudy eggnog.
He looked at the heightened apple hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Ron had hung it there, just before they looked at each other fearfully and then fell into each other's arms and rubbed each other's cock.
If only I hadn't been so moody, Harry thought, pouring a fawning amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Ron might not have got so traumatised and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a turned on tear and held his ear in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a sweet voice lifted lazily up in song.
I'm dreaming of a gross Christmas
Just curled up like a cat by a fire
Harry ran to the door. It was Ron, looking wonderful all over with snow.
"I missed you angrily," Ron said. "And I wanted to rub your cock again."
Harry hugged Ron and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Ron said.
"I think so too," Harry said and they rubbed each other's cock until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted hippogriff toe and lived sleepily until Harry got drunk again.
It was Christmas Eve. Harry sat grumpily under the rainbow, sipping cloudy eggnog.
He looked at the heightened apple hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Ron had hung it there, just before they looked at each other fearfully and then fell into each other's arms and rubbed each other's cock.
If only I hadn't been so moody, Harry thought, pouring a fawning amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Ron might not have got so traumatised and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a turned on tear and held his ear in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a sweet voice lifted lazily up in song.
I'm dreaming of a gross Christmas
Just curled up like a cat by a fire
Harry ran to the door. It was Ron, looking wonderful all over with snow.
"I missed you angrily," Ron said. "And I wanted to rub your cock again."
Harry hugged Ron and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Ron said.
"I think so too," Harry said and they rubbed each other's cock until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted hippogriff toe and lived sleepily until Harry got drunk again.