Backdoor Friends 3: Stocking Stuffer: Gay Erotica

I must've fallen asleep and woke up drooling over the Christmas wrap. It was quiet and dark out. I looked at the clock. Midnight. I had one more gift to wrap -- the Buttcracker -- which was nowhere to be seen. I looked over and under the table and couldn't find it.
I heard a noise by the tree and cautiously walked across the room. From behind the tree was a beautiful man wearing only red boxer shorts, black boots and smelling sweet -- like sugar plums?
He smiled and started to rub his crotch and his thick candy cane cock started to peek out of the elastic. I knelt in front of his crotch and rubbed my face over his hardness. His legs were thick and chisled with muscles and hairy but not too hairy, just the way I like it.
He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and brought his shorts to his knees and released his glorious dick. It had a nice thick bright red head, a thick shaft and punctuated by the roundest balls I have ever seen. I went down and started to savor the holiday meat and smelling his cinammon spiced crotch. Oooh, this man was delicious. The aroma reminded me of all the sweet memories of past holidays.
Still on my knees, I turned him around. I brought his shorts down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. His balls were perfectly round, but they paled in comparison to his perfectly round ass cheeks. I spread them and aimed my tongue into his hole. It smelled like sugar and spice and everything nice. This puppy dog was lapping up this guy's tail! I kneaded his muscular ass with my fingers and feasted on his savory butt juice. Please, sir, can I have some more?