Sawyer finished packing. Ever since Jack, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Sawyer had been sensual.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing loved him, all was lonely. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going on the ground to become a tired bottle.
Just then, there was a sad knock at the door. Sawyer opened it and stood there exaggeratedly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his hand.
When Sawyer came to, Jack was holding his cock and looking bright. "My love," Jack said softly, "I'm sorry for the wonderful shock. I've been shipwrecked on a horny island for the last ten years, living as dead as a doornail. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my mouth in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Sawyer could hardly believe his Jack had returned. "I will always love you, mouth or no mouth. Besides, you can cover it up with a belt."
They embraced carefully and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was sympathetic.
I'm Dreaming Of An Evil Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. Sawyer sat jealously on a rock, sipping hidden eggnog.
He looked at the famous tent hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Jack had hung it there, just before they looked at each other recklessly and then fell into each other's arms and loved each other's cheek.
If only I hadn't been so fiery, Sawyer thought, pouring a depressed amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Jack might not have got so flowery and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a cream-colored tear [from all the egg-nog!] and held his chin in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a sinful voice lifted giddly up in song.
I'm dreaming of an evil Christmas
Just as pleased as punch
Sawyer ran to the door. It was Jack, looking expensive all over with snow.
"I missed you sleepily," Jack said. "And I wanted to save your cheek again."
Sawyer hugged Jack and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Jack said.
"I think so too," Sawyer said and they loved each other's cheek until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted walrus dick and lived gladly until Sawyer got drunk again.
The Battle For The Glass
Under the bed, Sawyer hugged his glass. He had been busy with the glass for hours and now wanted nothing more than a plaid cuddle or a lovely massage from his lover Jack.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his embarrassed Jack appeared at the door, grinning gingerly.
"Put down the glass," Jack said sternly. "Unless you want me to smile that glass on your cock."
Sawyer put down the glass. He was groaning. He had never seen Jack so big before and it made him permissive.
Jack picked up the glass, then withdrew a song from his nose. "Don't be so groaning," Jack said with a big grimace. "A tiger bit my mouth this morning, and everything became unfaithful. Now with this glass and this song I can sternly rule the world!"
Sawyer clutched his patient mouth musically. This was his lover, his embarrassed Jack, now staring at him with a big nose.
"Fight it!" Sawyer shouted. "The tiger just wants the glass for his own embarrassed devices! He doesn't love you, not the plaid way I do!"
Sawyer could see Jack trembling musically. Sawyer reached out his cock and touched Jack's nose sternly. He was embarrassed, so embarrassed, but he knew only his patient love for Jack would break the tiger's spell.
Sure enough, Jack dropped the glass with a thunk. "Oh, Sawyer," he squealed. "I'm so plaid, can you ever forgive me?"
But Sawyer had already moved under the bed. As mad as a wet hen, he pressed his cock into Jack's nose. And as they fell together in an unfaithful fit of love, the glass lay on the floor, permissive and forgotten.
Best line: He was groaning. He had never seen Jack so big before and it made him permissive. ;-D