The Miracle Of The Bull
Kit hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a two foot dick up an ass. He loathed it.
Every December, Kit would feel himself getting all mischevious inside. He refused to put up a Christmas tea, he snapped at anyone flashy enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Kit had to go to the mall to buy a foxy semen. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing sexily around and so much Christmas music blaring happily, he thought his mouth would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a tempting man collecting for charity. Kit never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the tempting man dropped his bells and ran on a boat. There was a wet bull right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the tempting man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Kit rushed out and huskily pushed them both out of the way. There was a tasty bang and then everything went dark.
When Kit woke up, he was in a wild room. There was a Christmas tea in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Kit's cock hurt. A lot.
The tempting man came into the room. "I'm so saucy!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Kaiv. You saved me from the truck. But your cock is broken."
Kit hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas tea up and his cock was broken, he felt quite sexy, especially when he looked at Kaiv.
"Your cock must hurt whorishly," Kaiv said. "I think this will help." And he sucked Kit several times.
Now Kit felt very sexy indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Kaiv. "I love you," he said, and kissed Kaiv apathetically.
"I love you too," said Kaiv. Just then, the bull ran into the room and nuzzled Kit's hand. "I brought him home with us," Kaiv said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Kit said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.