December 24, 2024 |
âTwas the WTF? Before Christmas |
‘Twas the Night before Christmas and all through the biz Creators were shooting and tweeting about jizz Porn studs hung like horses with inches to spare Hoping they’d soon get sucked off down there The cam girls were nestled all snug in their beds Fiddling with webcams to fit in their heads MILFS seducing pool boys and pizza guys Or crushing submissives ‘tween their strong thighs When out on the lawn arose such a clatter The PA had just dropped a catering platter! Away to the keyboard I flew like flash To bang out a post about a fine piece of ass The moon on the breasts of a girl, last name Snow And a desperate housewife eager to blow When what to my wandering eyes did appear But a miniature Cooper packed up with beer A fine bartender with hands oh so quick I knew in a moment it must be Saint Dick! More rapid than eagles his customers came As the beers he dispensed, calling them by name “Now Miller, now Heineken, now Bud Light and Stella On Corona, on Coors, on Michelob and Modelo!” To the back of the couch, to the top of the bed Drink away, drink away, drink away and give head As landscapers with gas-powered blowers let fly Then, met by seductresses, cuckhold some guy So upstairs to the bedroom the suitors did go To pull hair and slap ass and call partners hoes And then while tinkling I heard on the roof A casting call for the next porn movie spoof As I zipped up my pants and was turning around Downstairs rolled a slave, with feet tightly bound Dressed all in leather from his head to his feet With welts all over from a beating complete A bundle of sex toys slung ‘cross his back Tail trailing from butt plug with which he’d been packed His eyes how they watered, his bruises so scary! His cheeks like roses, or perhaps strawberries. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a sash And the beard on his chin smelled just like ass The ball of a gag he held tight in his mouth Forgotten his safe word, his memory gone south His jaw was chiseled, he’d a six-pack of abs That shook like jello when I offered a dab He was hard and cut, this handsome young elf But when I laughed, he said “Go fuck yourself!” A wink of his butthole and a twist of his head Soon gave me reason to wish I had fled He spoke not a word, but got back to work Pleasing his master with a suck and a jerk Then laying a finger aside of his nose Said “make yourself useful and score me some blow” He stumbled to his car and let out a sigh Then drove away, one drained Christmas guy But I heard him exclaim as he rolled out of sight Merry Christmas to all… now, who’s got a light? Santa photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels |