It was 9:26. Corpse was sitting on his couch, watching The Polar Express. That's right ladies and gentleman, he's a festive man. The blonde boy in the movie, Know-It-All, faced the camera. That's when it happened. He could feel his little member grow hard. "Go***mn.. why'd he have to be so hot?" Corpse muttered to himself as he whipped it out. That's right fellas. Unlike Ryn's millimeter defeater, this one is white as snow. He caressed the top, letting out a moan. His dick pulsed harder. Once again, he looked up at the T.V., seeing Know-It-All's face. With heavy breaths of anticipation, he began talking to the character. "Whatever bitches said you were annoying couldn't see the true beauty I see in you." Without another word, he began fisting that microphallus like there was no tomorrow. With the smooth ups and downs, a rhythm began. He let out soft moans as he looked at the young boy's face on the screen. That's when it happened. "I think I'm gonna.. nghh~" He was shaking it up. SHOOKA SHOOKA SHOOKA. He burst. The white substance was expelled from Corpse's abnormally small ding-a-ling. His scream which came when he did, pierced through the silence of the room, causing the picture frames of him and Know-It-All photoshopped together shook. He had a hint of a smirk on his face, proud of how he finished. Thinking he's him, Corpse stood, shook his shlong a couple times just for good measure, and hid his tiny dick back into his pants. It had softened a bit, now that Know-It-All was off camera. "This is why I love the Holidays." He said with a grin as he continued watching the children's movie as if he didn't just willy his wonka to an 11 year old boy.
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