A nice cute twink bulge today where I see he doesn't dress to the left or the right, but straight up!

As promised I am going to give you a little bit more information about my upcoming Christmas story, A Human for Christmas. Here is a sneak peek. Enjoy:
 

“Aren't you going to open your other presents, Anton?” his father said, knocking him from his reverie.
 
One by one, he opened each present while he waited for the stasis field to disintegrate and awaken his human. All were revealed to be accessories for Greg. A shower room, a vehicle, a bedroom, clothes, and most importantly, a large box of human kibble—little bundles of dried food filled with all the nutrients a human needed. He'd imagine Greg to be hungry after being in stasis for months and months—the journey from Earth many light years.
 
When the red light flicked blue, Anton opened the front panel of the box. His human's eyelids flicked open. A smile drew up his lips. “Hey, buddy,” Greg said. “I‟m all yours.”
 
Anton couldn't contain his excitement. He said with a squeal, “I'm Anton and I‟m here to care for you forever…Greg Scott.”
 
Greg kept his smile, reaching into his shirt pocket to retrieve a cigar he then shoved into his mouth, not bothering to light it. “That's perfect. I love being looked after. Now, help me get out of here, I think my arse has moulded to this damn plastic container.”
 
Anton reached in, and as carefully as he could, picked up Greg. Nerves overcame him. Donnal didn't let him pick up Jarrod. When he held him in his hands, he added, “You're lighter than I thought you'd be.”
 
“Well, I have been watching my weight lately, buddy.”
 
“Are you hungry?”
 
Greg nodded, chewing on his cigar. “Yeah, and I can take a piss you wouldn't believe, either.”
 
“You talk funny.”
 
“And you're a giant twenty-foot tall blue-furred orang-utan, but I ain't gonna hold that against you.”
 
Anton smirked, catching on to Greg‟s unique sense of humour. Thankfully, he had been exposed to Donnal's human, otherwise his confusion would have overwhelmed him. The manual sure didn't cover a lot of human nuances. “And you're a…what do you humans call them…a little hairless pigmy monkey?”
 
Greg let out a laugh, spitting out his cigar, but catching it. “I think we're going to get on just fine. Now, where's this grub you promised?”


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