Sexy Gay Christmas Novels & Stories

asked Grayson. “I’m not. You are G-Man. Are you afraid you might like kissing me? It’s okay to question your sexuality. I don’t judge and I’ll still love you the same. No need for things to get awkward after you kiss me.” “What? Oh, for fuck sake Leo!”

I became gay at the gym (4) "Good girl," Wayne replied as he released my hair from his grasp and then sat back on the sofa. "Now suck my big, black dick and become a dirty cocksucker." It didn't escape my knowledge that by letting go of my hair, it was up to me to take this final step. I was going to explore gay sex, and not only that, I was going to be a "sissy slut" as Wayne liked to say, whatever that meant.

His tongue swirled wildly before moving his lips further down over the thick shaft. Lulled from the thoughts of Laura and our threesome, now, it was just us...together...satisfying desires. Confined within a jungle of poinsettia, I leaned back on my elbows to watch a sexy holiday scene unfold. Fuck, we could be calendar boys for the month of December! I didn't voice my thoughts, but within seconds he pulled off and laughed, "You, sort of, look like a Christmas card!" "Fuck Eric, I was thinking the same thing...we looked like gay calendar boys! We could be the pin-up for December!" We both laugh but then he said something really touching, "You know...this's all I want for Christmas...I want y

She lunged forward and slapped me across the face. "This is all your fault! You can't stand seeing me happy, can you? Ever since you were a child, you've been a scheming little vixen, stirring up trouble everywhere you go. Look at what you've done now. Your father wants a divorce. Are you finally happy?"

Roman groaned deeply, his hand sliding up to squeeze my breast as he gave one last slow, deep thrust inside me. “You’re going to be the death of me, Chelsea,” he murmured, biting the back of my neck. “My perfect, filthy little Christmas gift.” I smiled against the counter, my pussy still fluttering around him. This was only the beginning. And I couldn’t wait to see how much more of Daddy’s cock I could take before the holidays were over.

I wanted to ignore the feeling between my legs and just walk out to my car, but I guess pussy couldn’t just let me. So I turned and went in search of the white bearded chimney guy. He sat in a sleigh chair, which looked kinda comfortable , held two kids,on his knee and was the Santa imitation voice and laughing loudly asking them what they wanted for Christmas. I stood still biting my lips and hoping my eyes are hiding my sexual desires as much as I am holding myself from sitting on his laps and straddling his legs. His eyes locked with mine,I’m pretty sure the intensity of my eyes were boring into his head.

." I touched his face. "Like another cage door opening. Does it bother you?" "Bother me?" He laughed darkly. "Princess, it turns me on beyond measure. Watching you discover your sexuality, watching you embrace every part of yourself—that's fucking beautiful." He kissed me deeply. "Elena's joining us again tonight. And this time, I want to watch you truly be with her. Not just her touching you while I fuck you. I want to see you explore this new part of yourself." Heat flooded through me. "What do you mean?" "You'll see." His smile was wicked. "But first, I need to know—do you want this? Really want it? Not just because it pleases me, but because you're genuinely curious about being with a wo

I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose, sighing, “And I guess my dad counts as well?” “Absolutely. Women too, it seems same sex is a trend now. The goddess approves of it. No one gets within five feet, deal?” “I had totally forgotten you’re a psycho. Why would you even think to suggest something like that?” “But you love me, don’t you?” Kasan looked over at me with a sudden blinding grin, ears perking and eyes dazzling like a dog waiting for bone. What’s with this cringe, cheesy, awful, utterly gross air all of a sudden?!

He’s fast asleep against Darius’s chest, his little mouth just slightly open as he drools on Darius’s ‘Feliz Navi Dad’ Christmas sweater. The sight of him with Ryū and helping the older kids wash their hands makes my heart, and other areas, flutter. I don’t fully understand it, but it melts my heart and my panties when I see any of them with the kids. Either way, I’m hoping tonight, after the kids are in bed and we’ve gotten their Santa gifts under the tree, we can have sex. Yes, we had sex just last week after Darius’s work party, but Christmas eve sex is also a tradition, one just for us.

I pull her up and lock my lips to hers, my tongue slipping past her lips to caress her tongue. I breathe heavily as I move away from her lips. I cup her cheek. "Tell me, what do you want next?" I want to hear her. "I need your cock inside me, Daddy, please." "You don't want your pussy devoured first?" I want to please my girl. "No, not this holiday season." "All right. How would you like to be fucked this Christmas, angel?" "Doggy-style first, please."