For the site i posted prevously...

heres another... lmao...


Passionate Lang Syne

Toni sipped joyfully at his drink and stood passionate behind a vacuum. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel sexy and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how lustful his crotch got when he was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Toni knew very well why he was at the party: to see Kyle.

Ah, Kyle. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his bitchy thigh made Toni's heart beat like a crazy rubix cube.

But tonight everyone was masked. Toni peered fuckingly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Kyle. There, he thought, the man over by the bar, the hearty one with the duck mask. It had to be Kyle. No one else could look so stupid, even in a duck mask.

He began to walk Toni's way and Toni started to panic. What if he actually talked to Toni?

Kyle came right up to Toni and Toni thought that he was going to faint.

"Hello," Kyle said broodingly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the bed," Toni said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so naughty.

Just then, a gay voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Toni's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Kyle might ...

"Happy New Year!"

Kyle swept Toni into his arms, bent him on a table, and kissed Toni lustfully, slipping him the tongue and groping his face.

Toni could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out gayfully and pulled Kyle's mask off his face. It was Kyle! "I knew it was you," Toni said and took his own mask off.

"And it's ... you," Kyle said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Toni watched him go. He would be right back, Toni was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.

And then they would fall in love.