It’s Christmas Eve and you’ve just finished wrapping Esteban’s gift so you walk into the living room to put it under the tree. There’s Esteban standing in front of the Christmas tree holding a box with a ribbon on it, hands gripping the box at hip level, smiling.
Your heart falls a little.
“Esteban, did you get me your dick in a box?”
“You’ll have to open it to find out.” His grin is mischievous.
You roll your eyes and decide to get it over with. But when you open the box, all that’s inside is a much tinier box.
“Iknow you can’t fit your dick in there.”
You pull out the tiny box and open it. The first thing you notice is the gold reflecting the lights of the Christmas tree.
“It was my grandmother’s ring,” he smiles, “I want you to have it.”
“It’s beautiful!” You kiss him and he slides the ring on to your finger.
