Today I bring you the incomparable Lisabet Sarai and her m/m Christmas story Tomorrow's Gifts!
/The ghost of Christmas Future.../
Michael loves his burly, powerful partner Neil, but he's too embarrassed to
share his secret fantasies of submission and surrender. Frustrated and confused,
he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together.
Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom, Thorne Wilder,
who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a
wild life of sexual excess that he claims they'll share if he breaks up with
Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future, or does his true future lie
"So, Michael. Have you been a good little boy?" Neil loomed over me, one hand
against the wall on either side of my head. "Do you deserve the goodies that
Santa's brought for you?"Leaning forward, he trailed a wet tongue up my neck,
from my open collar to just below my earlobe. When I squirmed in response, he
flattened his pelvis against the lump growing in my jeans and fastened his mouth
on mine. The fake beard got in the way. He ripped it off and resumed kissing me,
while his hands slipped around me to cup my ass.
I loved the way Neil kissed with his full body, investing his entire being in
the process. I snuggled against his red felt jacket, allowing him to take
possession of my mouth. His kisses were deep, wet, full of soul. They made me
light-headed. They made me hard. I could taste the beer he had drunk at the
party and the peppermint candy cane that we'd shared on the way home, but
underneath there was the familiar flavour of Neil, my housemate, friend and
I forced my hand between our bodies and fumbled at his zipper. "Oh, are you
being a naughty little boy?" he breathed in my ear. "Santa will have to punish
His words thrilled me. Oh, if only he would make good on his threats! I knew
from experience that he was only teasing, though. But maybe tonight would be
different. With the holiday high, the post-party buzz, maybe tonight he'd give
me what I craved.
I wrenched his fly open and wriggled through the opening in his briefs until I
had what I wanted - the silky sensation of his cock-skin under my fingers. My
own cock throbbed as I stroked him, marveling at the contrast between the
rock-hard flesh underneath and the satin-smooth layer that enclosed it.
I wanted to sink to my knees and suck him, right there in the hallway. I wanted
him to fuck my mouth until I gagged then drown me in his cum. Instead, he
extricated my hand from his trousers and squeezed it affectionately. "Let's go
to bed, baby. Let's get naked."
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