'Twas the Night Before Christmas - QAF edition
I've posted this before but I hope you enjoy it again.
‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the loft
Two creatures were stirring and nothing was soft;
Clothing was thrown on the floor without care,
In hopes that two orgasms soon would be there;
The boys they were nestled, all snug in their bed,
While both Justin’s legs were over his head.
With Brian in position, his dick in his hand
He was thinking of all of the things he had planned.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter
Brian sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door, he heard a loud crash
The surprise of the people, the people he flashed.
The light in the hallway, outside the door
Showed something that Brian tried hard to ignore.
But, who to his brow-raising eye should appear,
But Debbie and Carl and eight friends he held dear.
With a plate of lasagna the sauce nice and thick,
He knew in a moment he was gonna be sick.
More rapid than eagles her followers they came,
They whistled, and shouted. He called them by name;
"Now, Mikey! now, Hunter! now, Lindsay and Mel!
On, Emmett! on Ben! on Teddy, oh Hell!
To the top of the stairs at the end of the hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As mumbles and grumbles and curses did fly,
They did as he asked, Brian let out a sigh.
So down to the bottom the friends they all flew,
With the plate of lasagna and some lemon bars, too.
And then, in a twinkling, he heard from the bed
The calling of “Brian” that Justin had said.
Brian drew in his hand, and was turning around,
He flew up the stairs with a leap and a bound.
Justin’s eyes -- how they sparkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his hole like a cherry!
Brian look down, his goal in sight,
“Merry Christmas to all - this will be a good night!”
‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the loft
Two creatures were stirring and nothing was soft;
Clothing was thrown on the floor without care,
In hopes that two orgasms soon would be there;
The boys they were nestled, all snug in their bed,
While both Justin’s legs were over his head.
With Brian in position, his dick in his hand
He was thinking of all of the things he had planned.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter
Brian sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door, he heard a loud crash
The surprise of the people, the people he flashed.
The light in the hallway, outside the door
Showed something that Brian tried hard to ignore.
But, who to his brow-raising eye should appear,
But Debbie and Carl and eight friends he held dear.
With a plate of lasagna the sauce nice and thick,
He knew in a moment he was gonna be sick.
More rapid than eagles her followers they came,
They whistled, and shouted. He called them by name;
"Now, Mikey! now, Hunter! now, Lindsay and Mel!
On, Emmett! on Ben! on Teddy, oh Hell!
To the top of the stairs at the end of the hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As mumbles and grumbles and curses did fly,
They did as he asked, Brian let out a sigh.
So down to the bottom the friends they all flew,
With the plate of lasagna and some lemon bars, too.
And then, in a twinkling, he heard from the bed
The calling of “Brian” that Justin had said.
Brian drew in his hand, and was turning around,
He flew up the stairs with a leap and a bound.
Justin’s eyes -- how they sparkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his hole like a cherry!
Brian look down, his goal in sight,
“Merry Christmas to all - this will be a good night!”