Page 57 of 12 Gays of Christmas

“Fuck, baby.” He pushes his boxers down and his cock bobs in front of my face. He grabs his shaft and squeezes. I stare at it, wanting to feel his cock on my tongue. Down my throat. “Jesus. No. Stop. I can’t last if you—damn it, it’s my turn.”

I nod. “Okay, right. Sure. But…can I kiss it?”

“Gil,” he says, letting out a low moan. “You’re killing me.”

That seems like a yes to me, so I wrap my hand around his erection and place an open-mouth kiss on the tip. Using my tongue, I steal a taste of his cum.

His ragged breathing tells me he’s closer than he wants to be. “Colin?”

“Wait. Don’t say…do anything.”

“Did I mess up?”

“No,” he says, cupping my cheek with his other hand, his eyes still tightly closed. “I’m fighting the urge to shove my cock down your throat until you gag on it.”

His words bring heat and need and images of him fucking my mouth. It turns me on and scares the hell out of me. Can I take him? He’s bigger than I expected. “I’d…like that.”

He kisses me. “Later. Much later. If you’re good.”

“Is there going to be a test?”

He grins, back in control, and pushes on my chest. I lie down on the bed, ready for whatever Colin wants to do. “Multiple choice,” he says. “A…” He thumbs my nipple before biting down. Oh my gosh. Every touch has my body begging for more. “B…” He pulls my boxer briefs down and helps me out of them. He palms my cock before squeezing. I almost come on the spot.

“Colin, please.”

He chuckles as he kisses my neck and then my lips. “And C…” I protest as he moves his hand from my cock until I feel his finger rubbing over my hole.

“There. Yes. There. Yes.” I’m not making any sense, but I don’t care as long as he doesn’t stop. “Col, baby.”

“Is this what you want?” he asks, pressing against the rim.

“Yes…”

Colin reaches past me and grabs something. I hear the click of the cap. Lube. Thank God he’s prepared. “Are you sure?”

“Wait,” I say. “Is it too late to change my answer?”

“Umm…”

“All of the above.”

“Greedy boys get…everything,” he says with a laugh.

I lift so he can place a pillow under my hips. As he spreads my cheeks apart, I feel exposed. Seen. Not afraid. Nervous? Yes. But not afraid. “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he says as his head drops, and I jerk at the sensation of his tongue licking my hole. Moaning, I lift my hips, trying to get closer. He teases me until I’m a needy mess. “What do you want, Gil? My fingers?”

“Fingers. Yes.”

He chuckles and sucks in a breath as his finger pushes past the tight muscle. I’ve done this much myself, so I urge him on when he stops. “More.”

Taking his time, he loosens me. And adds another finger. I want more. As much of him as I can get.

“F—fuck me, Colin.”

“Are you sure, babe? We don’t have to do everything tonight.”

“I need this. I need you. It’s not…oh yes. Right there.” I lose my mind as he hits that bundle of nerves that sends a zing of pleasure through me. Then I remember what I wanted to say. “Not about my virginity. About you. Want to be close to you. Want your cock inside me.”

He kisses me hard, and then there’s no talking as Colin preps me and stops to put on the condom. His frustration at getting the package open is endearing, and I chuckle. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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