Christmas My Way

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------------------------ Christmas My Way, The Gay Way! by VeryManlyStory aka Manly

I stood at the front of the large, sun-filled room, my eyes scanning the space with the same precision I'd developed over years of enforcing order. The retreat was spotless, just as it should be. The walls were clean, simple, no distractions. Each man's room was furnished with only the essentials: a bed, a desk, a chair, and a window letting in soft light. It was designed to be a place of clarity, a space where men could strip away the layers of confusion and self-hatred and finally face who they were.

But as I watched them, my stomach twisted.

The men who had come here, hoping to find some kind of peace, were doing the opposite. Instead of confronting their truths, they clung to their old lives, their old masks. Just as I did for years as an officer. They were ashamed of themselves, ashamed of each other. And the worst part? They didn't even realize how much they were sabotaging themselves.

Alex and Greg were sitting on the couch in the corner, whispering to each other. It was the same routine every day, eyes darting around, afraid someone might notice them lingering a little too long. When I first spoke to them, they insisted they weren't really gay, just "experimenting," as if that made any sense. And even worse, they had invited their girlfriends here. As if having women around would somehow shield them from the truth they refused to face.

Across the room, Brian and Jared were sitting at the dining table. Neither one was making eye contact, both of them looking at anything but each other. The silence between them was thick, uncomfortable. They didn't talk about what was really happening between them. Instead, they'd chatter about sports, work, anything to avoid confronting what was right in front of their faces. They were in their thirties, both clearly struggling to reconcile the men they were with the ones society told them to be. But neither of them had made any progress. They were still stuck, caught between two worlds, too scared to fully step into either. Brian was the first to come into my retreat, and Jared followed soon. I remember the passion and light in Brian's eyes the first day he saw Jared. How was he so blind to his own desires?

I let out a sharp breath, holding back frustration. This wasn't working. I'd been through a lot in my life--spent years as a cop, fought hard to maintain order in a world that often seemed out of control. I thought I could take that same discipline and apply it here, help these men strip away the shame and the confusion. But this? This was different. I'd spent too many years battling my own demons, my own fear of being honest with myself, to let them keep doing the same thing here.

They were playing at it. They were treating this retreat like a pit stop. A place to rest until they could go back to their old lives and keep pretending. It made me sick. They weren't embracing the truth; they were running from it, trying to make themselves fit into something that wasn't meant for them. Not even trying to change. Why did they bother signing up?

I walked across the room, my boots making a sharp sound on the hardwood floor. The quiet in the space felt suffocating. I stopped at the window, looking out at the woods beyond. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the landscape. I leaned against the sill, my fingers tightening around the edge as I thought through my options.

Something had to change.

Christmas was only a few weeks away, and I'd been planning something big, something that would force them to face their fears head-on. I didn't come here to watch them hide. I was done letting them waste time.

The men here needed a wake-up call. They needed to be shaken out of their comfort zones. I would not coddle them anymore. They needed to see that the world would not bend around their lies. Not here, not under my roof.

I turned away from the window, my jaw clenched tight. I could feel the heat of the decision already burning through me. This place had to be a place of change, a place of growth. Where men would take the hard steps.

And for that, I'd do whatever it took. Things around here would change soon... my way.

The days leading up to Christmas were tense, charged with a quiet anticipation. I didn't tell the men what I had planned, didn't need to. The mood was already shifting in the house. Everyone could feel it. The walls of this place had always been designed to push you to face the truth. Paintings of perfectly masculine bodies hung on them, but now, it was more than just the environment pushing the men--it was me. They all knew something was coming, but none of them knew exactly what. I caught Alex and Greg on the porch one morning, smoking weed and chuckling, as if everything was fine. As if they hadn't been avoiding the genuine conversations for weeks. I stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching them.

"You think I don't see you two?" I asked, my voice low but firm.

"You think I don't know what's going on here?"

Alex looked up, startled, but Greg just shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"What's going on?" Greg asked, putting out the blunt.

"We're just... having a smoke."

"Having a smoke," I repeated, stepping out onto the porch and standing just a little too close.

"And hiding from yourselves."

They both fell silent. The warmth of the sun hit my back, but I felt no comfort in it. This wasn't about warmth. This wasn't about being cozy.

"I don't know what you think this place is," I said.

"But it's not some halfway house for you to keep pretending you're something you're not. You need to face it. All of it. You signed up for this retreat to get better, but you're not getting better. You're just avoiding the hard truths, just like you always have."

Alex shifted uncomfortably, his face flushing. Greg seemed more defiant, but the tension was there, tight, unbearable.

"You will not move forward unless you start being real with yourselves. I am here to make sure you don't waste your chance. So stop pretending you're not here for a reason and stop inviting your girlfriends to this place!"

I let the silence linger, letting them stew in it. Then I turned and walked back inside, leaving them to think about it.

Later that afternoon, I caught Brian in the kitchen. He was stirring his coffee absently, staring out the window, his back to me. It had been a few weeks since he'd arrived, but I hadn't seen him make any progress.

I leaned against the doorway, watching him for a few moments before speaking.

"You still not talking to him?" I asked quietly, referring to Jared.

Brian stiffened, but didn't turn around.

"We talk," he muttered, his voice tight. "What's it to you?"

I pushed myself off the doorframe and walked into the room.

"Everything's it to me, Brian," I said, stepping closer.

"I see you, and I see what you're doing. You're pretending there's no spark between you and him, like if you don't look at it, it'll just go away. But you know what? It won't. And it's making you miserable."

Brian finally turned to face me, his expression a mix of frustration and guilt. I loved a challenge and especially when another man was trying to one up to me.

"I'm not miserable," he shot back, though it sounded more like a lie than a defense.

"I just don't need to be dealing with this right now."

"You've been `not dealing with it' for years," I said, crossing my arms.

"You think it's just gonna go away because you shove it under the rug? That's not how it works. The only way out is through."

His eyes flickered briefly to the window, like he was looking for an escape, but then his gaze locked on me, defiant, challenging.

"And if I don't want to go through?".

"You don't have a choice anymore."

Brian's jaw clenched. For a moment, it seemed like he might say something else, but he just turned back to the counter, fiddling with the spoon in his hand.

"I'll figure it out," he muttered, but it was clear the fight had already drained out of him.

I gave him a long look, but I said nothing else. There was nothing more I could do at that moment.

The week before Christmas, the tension in the house reached its peak. No one was talking about the upcoming holiday plans, but I knew they could feel the shift. I'd been preparing for this day, long before the Christmas decorations went up or the retreat had even begun.

The men were still stuck in their patterns, still pretending they didn't need to face the truth. But Christmas was coming, and it was time to do something drastic. I had a plan, and it would push them to the edge. They'd see the truth, whether or not they wanted to.

I sat in my office that night, the soft hum of the retreat's old heater filling the room. I reviewed the outline of what I was going to do. It was simple, brutal, and necessary. The men would be forced into a situation where their masks would be torn away, and the only choice would be to face who they really were.

I closed the folder and set it aside. Christmas for them would be different this year.

Christmas Day arrived cold and crisp, the morning sunlight casting long, pale shadows across the retreat. The snow from the previous night had blanketed the woods in soft white layers, and the air was sharp with the scent of pine. It should have been a peaceful day, a day for warmth, reflection, and camaraderie. But there was nothing peaceful about it. Today was going to be the reckoning. Today was when the men would be forced to confront their truths.

I watched them gather in the main room, all of them trying to act like it was just another day, just another holiday. Greg and Alex were sitting near the fireplace, their voices lowered, avoiding eye contact with anyone else. Brian and Jared lingered near the door, shifting nervously, not meeting each other's gaze. They were all pretending, still clinging to the illusion that they could keep their distance, that they could escape the truth.

I let them stew in it for a while. Christmas was the perfect time for this. The holidays bring out all kinds of emotions: guilt, nostalgia, regret. And what better way to push these men into the discomfort they so desperately needed?

At noon, I stood in the room's doorway and looked at them one last time. My boots clicked sharply on the hardwood floor as I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the group, making sure they knew this would not be a typical Christmas.

"Gather around," I said, my voice firm and commanding.

No one questioned it. Slowly, they all moved toward the center of the room, their postures tense, like they knew something was coming but weren't sure what. I could almost feel the hesitation in the air.

"I hope you all got enough rest," I began, my eyes moving over each of them as I spoke.

"Today isn't about comfort. Today is about facing who you really are. I've been patient, but that ends today."

I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in. None of them spoke, none of them moved, but I could see the confusion and the flicker of fear in their eyes. Good. They were finally paying attention.

"This retreat was never meant to be an escape. It was meant to be a place where you face your demons. The same demons that brought you here, that made you think you could hide, that made you think you could still live a lie."

There was a shift in the room. Brian's eyes flickered to Jared for just a moment before quickly darting away. Greg and Alex exchanged a glance, as if silently trying to reassure each other. It made my stomach turn. They were still playing the game.

"I've given you space," I continued.

"I've given you time. But you're not here to waste time. You're here to change. And that starts now. The holiday doesn't matter. The decorations don't matter. What matters is that you face yourself."

I took a deep breath, letting the tension build. Then I stepped aside and nodded to the large table at the back of the room. A simple white cloth covered it; a Christmas spread, decorative but not extravagant, with presents scattered around the table. I had planned something different, though. Next to the table was something they didn't expect: a set of chairs arranged in a circle.

"I've arranged something special for you," I said, my voice colder than it had been before.

"We're going to do this differently. You're going to have to face each other. And, more importantly, you're going to have to face yourselves."

The men exchanged glances, their confusion thickening into discomfort. They stood there, silent, waiting for the next move.

"Sit down," I said, my tone brokering no argument.

One by one, they sat in the circle, their movements hesitant. I watched each of them closely. The discomfort was palpable. This was what I wanted. This was the point of no return.

"Each of you has a truth," I said, my voice carrying across the room.

"A truth that you've been running from. I've spent enough time here to know what it is. Now, it's time you face it. You will each take a turn, and I'll ask you a question. You will answer honestly. No excuses. No hiding."

I let the words hang in the air for a moment before I addressed the first man.

"Greg," I said, and his eyes widened, his face flushing.

"You're afraid of what you feel for Alex, aren't you? You came here to `get away' from the confusion, but you're still scared of what it means to be with a man."

Greg's jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might fight me on it. But he didn't. He just looked down at his hands, the shame washing over him.

"I... I don't know what to do with it. I never have."

"That's why you're here, because you're terrified of who you are. So, what are you going to do about it?"

He stayed silent for a long moment, but I could see it in his eyes, the struggle between the man he wanted to be and the man society had told him he had to be.

"Maybe... maybe I'm not as straight as I thought,"

It was a start. A small one, but a start.

I turned to Alex next, my eyes narrowing as I studied him.

"Alex," I said, my tone sharp.

"You're hiding behind your girlfriend, aren't you? You think if you keep her around, you can convince yourself you're not attracted to other men. But you are, aren't you?"

Alex's face flushed a deep red, and for a moment, he looked like he might argue. The words were stuck in his throat. Instead, he finally nodded, his voice breaking when he spoke.

"I... I can't stop thinking about guys. I don't want to feel this way, but I do."

The confession hung in the air like a weight. It was raw. It was uncomfortable. But it was the truth.

The next few moments passed in a blur, Brian and Jared slowly working through their own painful admissions, their voices cracked and vulnerable in a way I hadn't expected. I watched each of them struggle, watched them stumble toward honesty, their masks slowly crumbling away.

It was the hardest thing they'd ever done. But it was also the most necessary.

And when the last confession had been made, when the silence in the room had settled into something softer, something more real, I felt a sense of relief. They were no longer running. For the first time since they arrived, they were all present in the room. Facing what they should! They started to become the men they truly were.

"That's what this Christmas is about for you," I said, my voice steady now, with no anger or frustration.

"Facing who you are, no matter how hard it is. This is the beginning of something new for all of you. No more pretending. No more lies."

It was quiet for a long time, the weight of the day settling in their bones.

"Now, we talked about your minds and next is something just as important, be it more bodily."

Without a word, I began to unbutton my shirt, slowly revealing the toned planes of my chest. The men watched, wide-eyed, as I slipped the shirt off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked.

I didn't answer. Instead, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and slid them down over my hips, revealing the tight red briefs underneath. A classic sexy Santa look. The fabric outlined the bulge of my cock.

"Holy shit," Greg breathed, unable to tear his gaze away. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

I stood before the men, my muscular body on full display. Their eyes followed me, absorbing every detail of my muscular body. I could see the hunger in their gazes, the desire they had been suppressing for so long finally bubbling to the surface.

"This is what a real man looks like," I said, my voice deep and commanding.

"And this is what you've been denying yourselves."

I ran my hands slowly down my chest, my fingers tracing the ridges of my abs. The men watched, transfixed, as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my tight red briefs and slid them down.

"Fuck," Jared whispered under his breath, his eyes wide.

I smirked, enjoying their reactions. As I pushed my briefs lower, my thick cock sprang free.

I stood there, my hard cock jutting out proudly, a smirk on my face as I watched the men stare hungrily. They couldn't look away from my impressive manhood.

"Like what you see, boys? This is what a real man's cock looks like. Thick, hard, and ready to fuck. I bet you've all been dreaming about getting your hands on a dick like this."

I slowly stroked myself, putting on a show for them. Pre-cum leaked from the tip as my cock throbbed in my hand. The men licked their lips, practically drooling with lust.

"I know you want it. You crave a real man's cock, don't you? Crave the taste, the feel of it stretching you open. No more hiding from your true desires."

Turning around, I bent over, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tight, pink hole to their hungry gazes.

"Look at that, boys. A real man's hole, just begging to be filled. I bet you've all fantasized about burying your face between a stud's cheeks and eating him out until he's moaning for more."

I teased my entrance with a finger, circling the sensitive rim. The men were panting now, palming their crotches as their cocks strained against their pants.

"Mmm, fuck yeah, I love playing with my hole too bad I didn't do it earlier. Imagine how good it would feel to have your face buried in my muscle ass, licking and sucking like your life depended on it."

Sliding a finger inside my tight end, I let out a low groan. I began fucking myself, putting on a show. I fingered my hole deeper, moaning loudly as everyone watched, transfixed. My eyes locked onto Alex, who was squirming in his seat, an obvious bulge tenting his pants. I smirked, knowing I had him right where I wanted him.

"What's the matter, Alex? Trying to hide that boner? If your girlfriend could see you right now!" I taunted, slowly walking towards him, two fingers still buried in my ass.

"She has no idea what really gets you going, does she? No clue that you're over here drooling over a real man's tight hole."

Alex swallowed hard, his face flushed with shame and lust. I stopped right in front of him, towering over his seated form. Pulling my fingers out, I wiped them across his trembling lips, smearing my musky scent.

"Taste what you've been craving!"

The men continued to watch, their eyes full of lust and longing as Alex tentatively leaned forward and lapped at my fingers. His tongue darted out, tasting the musky flavor of my ass on his lips while he stared up at me with a mix of terror and arousal.

"That's it, baby," I murmured, running a hand through his hair. "Get used to the taste."

With that, I turned around and grabbed the large present that sat on the table. Alex watched nervously as I approached, his eyes wide with curiosity. Sitting down beside him, I placed it in his lap before standing up again.

"Go ahead," I urged him gently. "Open it."

Alex tentatively tore into the wrapping paper, revealing a massive black dildo inside. His eyes widened as he stared at it in awe. I laughed softly, knowing what was going through his mind.

"It's bigger than you think," I told him with a smirk.

As Alex hesitantly picked it up, I leaned over and whispered in his ear,

"Remember this; every time you use that dildo on yourself or your girlfriend, think of me. Think of how much better my cock would feel inside you."

I put my hand on Alex's bulging crotch. He and everyone else in the room gasped.

"Or I bet you would want to stick it inside me, huh? Put a dildo into my ass?"

I sauntered back to the middle of the circle, my cock still hard as a rock. They couldn't take their eyes off of me, or more accurately, they couldn't take their eyes off my cock.

"Well, boys, you've seen my hole. Now, who wants a better look at this big cock?" I asked teasingly, wagging my dick back and forth.

The room erupted in a chorus of groans. No one dared to speak up, so I just walked over to Greg. He stared at my cock, dumbfounded as I presented it before him nicely. I made my cock twitch right in front of his face, hands on my hips. I had no patience for Greg, so I got right to it.

"You want it, don't ya Greg?"

He just nodded, his face trembling.

"Well, then put something else than that damned blunt into your mouth for once!"

I shoved my cock into his mouth, forcing his lips to wrap around the head of my dick. His eyes watered, but he tried his best not to gag on it. He sputtered and coughed, trying to get used to the unfamiliar taste and sensation. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of him sucking me off. I groaned deeply, thrusting my hips, pushing my cock farther into his throat.

The room erupted with groans at that moment as I began to fuck Greg's face. I saw Brian and Jared whip out their cocks and start jerking furiously. The initial shock of my dick in Greg's mouth washed over him and he began sucking harder, taking more of me into his mouth each time. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he struggled between choking and pleasing me. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth as he suckled on my shaft.

"Aha! Fuck yes, Greg! Blow on Santas's pipe!" I moaned, my hands roving through his beautiful hair. "You're a natural."

I reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him closer as I thrust harder into him. His eyes were wide with disbelief, but he didn't pull away. The men in the room couldn't contain their lust anymore, cheering me on as I fucked Greg's face. Finally, they showed me their real side! What it meant to be a man.

"I always knew you were a slut for cock, Greg," I said harshly between grunts. "You like a real man's cock down your throat, huh?"

Alex could only watch as his best friend got taken apart by my beast. His rock hard cock leaked pre cum all over the floor. In the corner of my eye, I saw Brian and Jared jerking it hard. This was going just according to plan.

I pulled my cock out of Greg's mouth, a trail of saliva following the head. Greg was gasping furiously. I leaned in close to his ear and whispered,

"You are going to go over to Alex like a good little dog, drop to your knees and suck on his stiff cock, you hear me? You already learned how to do it."

Greg's face lit up like he just heard the best idea of his life. Without hesitation, he leaped over to Alex and dropped onto his fours. He didn't even give Alex a second to react before taking his cock into his mouth like a hungry dog. Alex's moans filled the room. I let them have their fun.

I walked over to the middle of the circle and looked over at Brian and Jared, who desperately jerked on their cocks. At this point, I lost a little control myself and lust took over my whole body.

I went over to the table with the presents on them as Brian and Jared's gaze followed me. My god like body mesmerised them. With one motion, I swept all presents off the table. They ignored the ruckus. I turned around and threw myself on the table, throwing my legs into the air and spreading my hole for them to see. My cock was rock hard and the only thing left on my body were my combat boots.

"What are you guys waiting for?! Get over here! Time for you to learn what a real men feels like."

They almost tripped over each other as they got to the table. Cocks in their hands.

"NaAh! Let me get those cocks wet first, over here!"

I heard a rustling behind me as they got closer. Their cocks were glistening with pre-cum. Those horny fuckers.

I reached for Jared's first, grabbing it in my hand and pulling it into my mouth. It was huge! Wrapping my lips around it, I began to suck him off eagerly. His moans echoed around the room as his hips pushed forward, wanting more. Brian followed suit, pushing his cock into my mouth next. Eager bastard! He tasted different from Jared, but just as delicious. They took turns fucking my mouth, their hips thrusting hard against my face. Occasionally, one of them would try to shove their entire length down my throat, which made me gag slightly, but they didn't care, and neither did I.

"So fucking hot," Jared groaned between breaths. "You're taking our cocks like a pro! To think you are a cop! Fuck!"

I pulled off their cocks with a wet pop, looking up at them with a smirk. Spit dribbled down my chin as I laughed.

"Ha! To think you two were so deep in the closet just days ago, pretending to be straight as an arrow. Now look at you, eagerly shoving your dicks down another man's throat like the cock-hungry sluts you are!"

Jared and Brian both flushed red, but their hard cocks twitched at my filthy words. I grabbed their shafts, stroking them as I taunted them further.

"Admit it, you've been dreaming of fucking a tight male ass for years, haven't you? Jerking off thinking about plowing a dude, but too scared to actually do it. Well, now's your chance, boys! A hot muscular stud is spread out naked in front of you."

I spread my legs wide, exposing myself more.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck me already!"

Brian and Jared moved between my thighs, their hard cocks bouncing. Jared spat in his palms and on his cock, slicking up his shaft before pressing the tip against my eager hole.

"Fuck yeah, shove that dick in me," I groaned, reaching back to spread my cheeks for him. "Give it to me hard!"

Jared pushed forward, sinking into my tight end inch by inch. Brian watched in complete awe. I let out a loud moan as he entered me, my ass stretching around his thick cock.

"Oh fuck, so tight," Jared grunted. He began thrusting, fucking me hard and deep.

"Yeah, that's it! Pound that cop ass!" Brian added, furiously stroking his meat.

"Holy shit, look at you take that cock like a champ," Brian said in awe.

I barked out a laugh that turned into a moan as Jared hit my prostate. "Ha! Finally admitting how hot this gay shit is, huh, pretty boy?"

Jared pounded into me harder, his hips smacking against my firm cheeks with each powerful thrust. I moaned like a bitch in heat, loving every second of his big cock stretching me open.

"Fuck yeah, rail my tight hole! You love fucking a man's ass, don't you? Feels so much better than pussy!" I taunted him between grunts of pleasure.

"Holy shit, so fucking tight and hot," Jared groaned, gripping my hips tighter as he slammed into me faster.

Brian continued stroking his hard cock, licking his lips as he watched Jared's cock hammering in and out of my hole. I glanced over at him with a smirk.

"Don't just stand there jerking off, pretty boy. Get over here and shove that fat dick in my mouth. I know you're dying to get back in me!"

Brian didn't need to be told twice. He eagerly climbed onto the table, straddling my chest and shoving his thick cock between my lips. I moaned around his shaft, my tongue swirling around the head as I savored his musky taste. Brian groaned, his hips rocking forward to thrust deeper into my mouth.

"Shit, your mouth feels amazing," Brian panted, one hand gripping my hair. "Take my cock, you filthy slut!"

I laughed around his dick, giving his balls a firm squeeze. Pulling off, I smirked up at him. "Mmm, what happened to Mr. Straight Guy, huh?"

"Fuck, I can't help it. Your mouth is better than any girls!"

He showed his cock in my mouth with full force.

I moaned loudly as Jared pounded my ass hard and fast while Brian fucked my throat. The slick sounds of skin slapping and my muffled grunts filled the room.

"Holy fuck, I can't believe how good your ass feels, so much better than any pussy."

"Both of you closet cases are fucking me like your lives depend on it. Mmm, you love this gay shit now, don't you?" I taunted, pulling off Brian's cock.

"Fuck, I do. I love this! Your mouth feels so good!" Brian admitted breathlessly, pushing back into my mouth. "I've wanted to do this for so long, Agh!"

I sucked him harder, my tongue swirling around his thick shaft.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Jared announced with a grunt, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Gonna, fill this tight ass!"

"Yeah, give me that load!" I demanded, my words garbled around Brian's thick cock, still pumping in and out of my mouth.

Jared let out a guttural moan, his whole body tensing as he buried himself balls deep and exploded, painting my inner walls with jet after jet of his hot seed. I groaned at the sensation, loving being filled.

"Holy shit... so fucking good..." Jared panted, giving a few more erratic thrusts as he emptied his balls.

Brian thrust harder into my mouth, his balls slapping against my chin with each forceful pump. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum too!" he grunted breathlessly, gripping my hair tight.

I moaned around his shaft in encouragement, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him for all I was worth. My tongue flicked rapidly over his sensitive cockhead, coaxing him closer to the edge.

"Shit, shit, fuck! Swallow my load!" Brian shouted.

His hips jerked erratically as he exploded down my throat, gushing spurt after spurt of hot, salty cum. I gulped it down greedily, not spilling a single drop. Brian shuddered and gasped, his body wracked with the intense pleasure of climaxing in another man's mouth for the first time.

I swallowed down the last of Brian's load, savoring the salty taste on my tongue. As he pulled his softening cock from my lips, I noticed movement from the corner of my eye. To my surprise, Alex and Greg were standing over me, their hard cocks in their hands as they stroked themselves furiously.

"Well, well, look who decided to join the party," I smirked, eyeing their impressive erections hungrily. I was so proud of them.

Greg's face was flushed, his breathing heavy as he pumped his thick shaft. Alex bit his lip, looking down at me with pure lust in his eyes as he fisted his own leaking cock.

"I see you boys enjoyed the show," I taunted.

"Watching Jared and Brian use me like their personal fucktoy got you all hot and bothered, huh?"

"Fuck yes," Alex admitted. "Seeing you get pounded like that, taking cock at both ends... the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

"Well, don't just stand there stroking yourselves, boys. Get over here and give me those loads! I want you to paint me with your cum."

Alex and Greg scrambled onto the table eagerly, kneeling on either side of my head. They pumped their hard shafts rapidly, pointing their swollen cockheads at my face.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Greg announced, his voice strained. "All over your face, you filthy whore!"

"Yeah, do it! Shoot that hot jizz on me!" I demanded.

With a loud groan, Greg's cock erupted, sending thick ropes of pearly white cum splattering across my cheeks and forehead. Spurt after spurt of his hot seed painted my face as he grunted and cursed.

"Oh fuck yeah, look at you! Such a cum slut!" Alex groaned, rapidly fisting his own throbbing erection.

I opened my mouth, tongue out, eager to taste Alex's load next. Panting heavily, Alex aimed his swollen tip right at my waiting mouth.

"Shit, here it comes! Swallow my nut, you cock whore!" he shouted.

With a deep, guttural moan, Alex's cock jerked and throbbed as it unleashed a deluge of hot, salty spunk directly onto my extended tongue and into my open mouth. I gulped it down greedily, relishing the musky flavor of his seed. He continued to pump his shaft, milking out every drop until my mouth was flooded with his cum.

I laid there on the table, my muscular body covered in the cum of four men. Jizz dripped down my face, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. My ass was sore from the intense pounding, but I loved every second of it. The guys all stood around me, their cocks spent but still semi-hard as they stared at me in awe and appreciation.

"Fuck, look at you," Brian said breathlessly. "Covered in our cum."

I laughed, scooping some of the spunk off my cheek with a finger and sucking it clean.

"Mmm, and you loved every second of using me like your personal fucktoy, didn't you?"

Brian flushed, but didn't deny it. None of them could at this point. Not after eagerly taking turns.

I sat up slowly on the table, cum still dripping down my face and chest. I looked around at the four men, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I took in their flushed, slightly dazed expressions.

"Well, well, well...look at you boys now," I taunted. "Just a few hours ago, you were all so deep in denial, clinging to your `straight' identities. And now? Now you're a bunch of cock-hungry faggots!"

Alex and Greg shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. But Brian and Jared, despite their reddened faces, seemed to stand a little taller, their cocks twitching at my filthy words.

"Don't act shy now. Look at all that is ahead for you now!" I laughed, swiping a finger through the cum on my cheek and sucking it clean. "Cling to the men you were just seconds ago, real men, hungry men!"

I stood up from the table, stretching languidly, relishing the feeling of their combined cum dripping down my chiseled body. Pride filled my soul knowing that turning men from straight to gay was one heck of a Christmas present, right?

My back was facing everyone, and I knew they got a good look at my fat ass. I grabbed it and squeezed it a little, feeling cum dribble out of my hole.

"Well, well, well. Merry fucking Christmas lads!"

I smacked my ass. Mission accomplished!

the end :)