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lt_aldo_raineprompt: Johnny/Bull + mistletoe
Day 13: Mistletoe
“Hey, Bull, look what I found.”
The declaration draws Bull’s attention from the book in his lap, and the Arkansas native is greeted by the sight of Johnny Martin—stark naked and holding a bundle of mistletoe just above his flaccid cock.
When Bull just stares unblinking, Johnny snorts and asks, pointedly, the hint of a smirk curling his mouth, “Think you can help a guy out?”
Bull nods, seriously, and starts to rise. “Sure, Johnny, I can do that.”
As the farm boy sinks to his knees beneath the mistletoe, the book abandoned, Johnny thinks, Merry Christmas to me.
Day 13: Mistletoe
“Hey, Bull, look what I found.”
The declaration draws Bull’s attention from the book in his lap, and the Arkansas native is greeted by the sight of Johnny Martin—stark naked and holding a bundle of mistletoe just above his flaccid cock.
When Bull just stares unblinking, Johnny snorts and asks, pointedly, the hint of a smirk curling his mouth, “Think you can help a guy out?”
Bull nods, seriously, and starts to rise. “Sure, Johnny, I can do that.”
As the farm boy sinks to his knees beneath the mistletoe, the book abandoned, Johnny thinks, Merry Christmas to me.
