I was hosting the family Christmas party this year, as 40 or so people took over the bottom half of my house with music, loud television, gifts being played with, and all the ruckus that comes with having a jubilant time with family. I ate, had a drink, then escaped upstairs as the board games were being played and I knew no one would notice me being gone.
"Did you run away," Brian asked via text message.
"I did," I said in response.
"Your mom is looking for you," he told me, but what she really wanted was more of my homemade egg nog.
"The drink is in the refrigerator," I told him, then put my phone down as I was stretched out on the couch in the bedroom, the door closed with me watching professional football.
I turned the television up on purpose as no one else was pressed of my location, and a few minutes later, the door opened, with Brian walking in.
"Where I'm from, when my momma is calling for me, I come," he said to me as he walked to me and bent over to give me a kiss. "Come on back downstairs. Everyone's having a good time."
"I'm having a better time right here," I told him as he sat on the couch.
"You just wanna be lazy. You still tipsy from that egg nog," he asked, as he slid his hand in my shorts cuff.
"A little. You," I asked.
"A little. I think we might need to work it off a little," he said to me as I felt his big, right hand caressing my dick. "Little man need some attention?"
