Excerpt from The 12 Days of Dennis


When an unexpected package is delivered on December 14th, Martin is more than a little intrigued by the contents—especially as they’re from his boyfriend, Dennis, and come with instructions to wear them when they go to dinner with Dennis’ parents the following night.

And that's only the beginning of Dennis’ suggestive gifts.

  • R-18
  • Gay humor
  • 77 pages

On the third day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
Three French ticklers,
Two lace panties,
And a condom in a jock strap.

Thursday, December 16

          “Someone seems to like you,” the handsome FedEx guy said, eyeing Martin’s lithe frame as he took a slightly larger package from him.
          “So it seems,” Martin said, yawning as he scrawled his name. “Thanks.” He shivered as he closed the door against the cold of winter.
          Once again on the couch with a freshly opened package, Martin found another condom-and-jockstrap combo, two more pairs of Victoria’s Secret panties, this time Chantilly lace boy shorts—one turquoise, the other black—and a three-pack of French ticklers in a trio of colors. Martin broke open the shrink-wrap and ran his fingers over the nubby protrusions of one of the novelty condoms through the packaging, then dropped it back into the box and picked up Dennis’s note with a wry smile.

Last night was such fun, Martin! I think Johnny liked it, even though he didn’t say much, and I know that Pierce was turned on. Who would have thought our closest friends would be excited by watching me undress you, especially in the men’s room at Steadman’s? Well, I guess that’s why Steadman’s has those extra-large stalls, to accommodate, um, groups. And everyone was well aware of how excited you were!

          Martin stopped reading and blushed, remembering how Dennis had insisted on treating Johnny and Pierce to drinks at Steadman’s after dinner, how he had gotten a little drunk, a little excited, and had dragged all four of them into the men’s room to “show everybody something special.” The “something” had been Martin’s lace-trimmed bikini panties.
          Martin shook his head, wondering at how he let Dennis persuade him to do so much that his upbringing and common sense would traditionally have no part of. He smiled a bit and finished reading.

Anyway, I was so turned on by exposing you—well, at least your panties—to our friends. Does that make me a pervert? And I’m glad we didn’t need the backup panties, but still, it was good to have them on hand. (You never know where these things will lead, do you?) You can save them for later.
          The French ticklers you’ll need for tonight, of course. The boy shorts are because I liked them when I saw them online. I think they’ll look great on you. Pick your favorite pair to wear for me tonight, please. And the condom and jockstrap are sort of becoming a tradition. I think I’ll send them with each package, just for fun.

          Each package? Martin thought. He sighed and dropped the note. And French ticklers? I’ve never used one. They look kind of kinky, but—my god, there’s no way—not tonight! We’re attending Katie’s annual tree-trimming party. What the hell does he expect me to—Martin’s eyes bugged out. Almost everyone we’re close to will be there.