A Christmas Carol 6 (Patreon)

Eb didn’t know how much later, but at some point, he could sense a presence in the room. He turned on the light by the bed to find the hunkiest, muscle dude, decked out in a green jacket and boots.

“I”m the ghost of Christmas past,” the stud whispered, positioning Eb on the bed so he could enter him. When confronted with a big, black cock of that magnitude, Eb could never say no.

“Once I’ve bred you,” the spirit told him, “You’ll have a vision of your past. Learn from it.”