Santa Sends Me A Gay Elf

This Christmas was going to suck. Everything that could go wrong did for me. I knew my mother was going on a cruise for the holiday, so I was prepared for that. I knew I wouldn’t be taking her to midnight mass on Christmas Eve. I wouldn’t be making calientitos for us just the way she showed me. We wouldn’t be opening our presents together with me watching her face light up as she told me I spent too much money on her.
I had expected to do all those things with my boyfriend of six months. That was until I decided to surprise him on Thanksgiving by bringing him a plate from my house. He didn’t feel comfortable meeting my family so soon, and he supposedly was going to a friend’s house to eat with them, but I wanted to spend some time with him and make sure he tasted my cooking.
So I let myself into his apartment, like I always did. There were clothes scattered everywhere, unusual for him. I heard some sounds from his bedroom, and figured he had come home early and was stroking off to some porn. I chubbed up as I made my way back to his room, thinking I’d walk in on him sliding his hand along the length of his cock, ready for me to replace it with my mouth.
I didn’t find what I had expected. What I did find was my boyfriend, my loving, caring, loyal boyfriend, getting stuffed by some guy like he was the Thanksgiving turkey. I stood there frozen in the doorway as the man slammed into my boyfriend. My soon to be ex was in the doggy position facing away and the man using him had his back to me, so neither noticed me as I watched, horrified.
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