Sexy Gay Christmas Novels & Stories

THEME: Christmas Sex "Who's Santa's dirty girl?" "I am," Monica moaned, stroking her pussy folds with her fingers. She was seated on a bench on the roof of her family's house. Standing close to her, but not touching, was a man in a Santa costume, tugging at his cock. He was a rather fat man with a dirty mouth and wasn't Monica's usual type. But she was too horny to care. Besides, he filled out the Santa costume quite nicely, though, and he had a nice dick.

"Your turn to lay back for Santa's ride..." I groaned as Astrella's slick pussy clenched around my spent cock, her juices and my cum already leaking out in a filthy mess between us. She wasn't done, not by a long shot. That wicked grin of hers split wide, eyes flashing like the ornaments on the tree outside our window. The bedroom was bathed in those multicolored twinkles, casting rainbow flecks across her sweat-glistened skin, turning her into my own personal holiday slut show. "Round two, Dax," she purred, lifting off me with a wet pop, my cock springing free shiny and half-hard, strings of our mixed cream connecting us like tinsel. "You're gonna watch Santa's elf bounce on this North Pole

Cassian blocked him instantly. “Not. A step. Closer.” And that was the moment I realized.. This Christmas wasn’t going to be peaceful. Wasn’t going to be healing. Wasn’t going to be simple. It was going to be war.

Sienna made a telling-secret look, covering her mouth and whispering, "But he is gay and dislikes women." "What!" The receptionist screamed, and everyone in the hall looked at them. She simply continued like she didn't realize, "Really? Impossible! Such a handsome man is a homosexual? What happened to the world! There were only a few good men, and they all like men. I thought I met my Mr. Right. Why am I so unlucky...? I met my Mr. Right. Why am I crying...?" She said and almost began to cry. Sienna was merely stunned and suddenly understood a little why the character of Grayson was so cold.

“We’re going to do something fun.” “Like what?” Autumn asks, looking up at me. She still looks worn down, but there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips. That’s a start. “Christmas movie marathon. We’ll watch some of the classics and some of those awful ones where the girl gives up the job of her dreams to move in with a guy who sells Christmas trees for a living or something.” Autumn’s smile grows. “They’re kind of romantic, in a way.” “What would be romantic is if the Christmas tree seller guy moved to the big city with the girl and got a real job,” Benedict says. “Let him make a sacrifice for once.”

“Just… the fantasy. The sacrilege of it. Fucking someone on sacred ground while the cross watched.” Seong’s eyes flashed brighter. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, ridges dragging against oversensitive walls. Ren screamed, back arching off the table. “Keep going,” Seong growled, starting a punishing rhythm—deep, hard snaps of his hips that made the table creak. “Tell me how you jerked off after confession. Did you finger yourself while whispering Hail Marys?”

Rene’s POV “He wants me to go to Coverts Lisa.. Coverts! He wants me to cheat!” I said on the phone with my cousin. Sitting outside the hospital “But Rene.. Is it really cheating if he permits you to?” “Omg Lisa! Don't tell me.. What has gotten into you two?” “Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.”

I cried out again, and he leaned in closer to my neck and kissed where he had bitten me, thrusting fast until my climax tore through me without a warning. I shattered, everything around him in a brutal wave as I screamed into his chest. He followed with a loud growl as his body swelled impossibly thicker, and he spilled his seed deep inside me in hot, endless pulses. Only when the last shudder left him did he pull out, and then I realized that we both had not used a condom. Could this Christmas get any worse?

“You three serious? You want me to fuck all of you right now?” Emma stepped close, pressing her tits against his arm. “We’re very serious. We want you to ruin us. Fill every hole. Breed us if you’re up for it. No condoms. Just raw, messy, filthy fucking. Think you can handle three horny sluts at once?” Jax groaned, his cock now fully hard and straining against his pants. “Fuck yes,” he growled. “Strip. All of you. Show me those greedy little cunts.”

Charlotte called "Where the hell are you getting me so worried sick making me loose my horny self. " Her uncle say from the phone and Charlotte rolled her balls. "I didn't ask you not to fuck." Charlotte say as she she sit beside Kyla. " You've grown so up, to really be sleeping in your boyfriend's house now. " Her uncle mouthed " Are you kidding me, Uncle Bob. Cut the trap and tell the beside lady to lower her seductive voice. " Charlotte say hearing the soft female voice from the other end of the call.