Page 6 of Her Billionaire Stocking Stuffers

It’s a freaking cam show site themed for the holidays. Of course it is!

OnlySantas. I smack my forehead with the heel of my hand.

Does anyone actually find that sexy? I’m about to click out of there at the speed of maybe-my-browser-history-won’t-register-this-if-I-leave-fast-enough, when something catches my eye.

The headline performance for the night features not one butthreemasked men.

My nice-list status is officially in jeopardy.

Because instead of bailing, I figure…what could it hurt to take a quick peek?

CHAPTER 3

Ivy

Picking an OnlySantas channel is easy. Nothing else can claim my attention once I’ve locked onto the starring trio. With their faces covered by rubber Santa masks, complete with beards and hats, it’s easy to picture them as stand-ins for my three regulars.

That is, if my regulars were ripped and tatted cam guys, who got it on with each other for cash.

Even the banner images that flash by on rotation while the feed loads are scandalous. One of the men—the tallest one, who goes by @SantaCEO—grabs the other two by their throats. The one with bronzer skin and dark fur on his arms and legs has by far the most tattoos. That’s @BigNickEnergy. The other, whose knees are already bending as if to drop at @SantaCEO’s feet is @SantaBabyBoy.

Whew. Fanning my face isn’t enough to keep me from sweating, all of a sudden.

I kick the covers off. Who needs central heating when you have the spicy side of the internet?

When the screen switches to live video, I gasp.

It seems like they might have been on for a while already. It’s quarter past the hour and two of the three have already ditchedtheir red coats. Only the one with the fewest tattoos, the one that goes by @SantaBabyBoy, is still wearing his. He has it spread open and is swaying back and forth, teasing both @SantaCEO and @BigNickEnergy with his striptease.

His big square buckle and wide black belt fall to the ground, revealing the bulge in the fuzzy red fabric beneath. And when he peels those pants down, he’s left in a tiny red pouch some might call underwear even though it hardly contains his jingle balls.

He turns around, flashing his tight bubble butt with a tiny scrap of satin between his cheeks to @SantaCEO and @BigNickEnergy, who growl and tense as they’re presented with one hell of a gift.

They’re standing with their profiles to the camera, one on either side of @SantaBabyBoy, giving him center stage. Given that all they’re wearing are their masks and their black boots, it’s clear to see how much they appreciate the show themselves.

I’ve never watched porn before—never mind gay porn—but now I’m not sure why I never searched it out.

This is…educational.

And so damn disturbing.

Not because of anything these men are doing—or about to do—to each other onscreen. But because of how it makes me feel low in my belly. Fluttery, and warm, and…wet?

I rub my thighs together, but it’s not enough.

As if they can see me, @SantaCEO faces the camera and brings his hand to his rock-hard cock. “It’s fine if you all want to get undressed too. Get comfy. Prepare to come with us. Can you see what baby boy does to us? What you do by watching? Go ahead, take it off.”

I start with my top, slowly unbuttoning it as @SantaCEO uses that calm sensual tone, muffled and distorted by his mask, to command the audience. “Come on. Be our good little elf. Show us what you’ve got.”

No one but a doctor has ever seen me naked.

And they’re not going to tonight either. It’s all an act. Just for fun.

So why not play along?

My nipples pebble as the cool air collides with my fiery skin.

“That’s right.” I check to make sure my camera is really off, just in case. It is. “Now, touch yourself. If you do, we’ll let you watch while we fuck our baby boy.”

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