The lube packet and condom in his pocket made a little crinkling noise. He’d already turned off his phone and left it on the kitchen table. There would be no interruptions and no distractions while he enjoyed his Christmas present. His jeans had already become uncomfortably tight as his swelling cock pushed against the zipper in anticipation. Cupping his balls, he ran one thumb along his shaft, but didn’t free himself. He wanted his present from Jude to last as long as possible. But he also wanted to get the show on the road. “What’s taking so long?” he called impatiently. “I’m coming!” Jude pulled the beaded curtain aside and stepped out of the bedroom. “Not yet, I hope.” “Oh, you’re such a funny guy.” “Come on,” Michael urged. “What are you waiting for?” “I feel silly.” Jude looked down at himself. The old too-large Greenpeace T-shirt fell off one shoulder. Under it, he wore nothing at all.
