Habu's Christmas Balls (MM)

by habu

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Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 29,687
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A BarbarianSpy Erotic and Romantic Gay Christmas offering.

In the six-story anthology Habu’s Christmas Balls, habu gives us a wide range of romance, drama, and humor encountered by young gay men trying to muddle through the Christmas season. The settings range between Germany, the eastern United States, Merry Olde England, Bermuda, and the mountains of California, and the situations are sometimes tense, more often humorous, and frequently romantic. But they are always intricate, with a message, and, as always with habu, laced with hot gay male sex. In this anthology, as with much of his other works, habu weaves a world for the reader that is inhabited almost entirely by desirable men who do not beat around the bush about what they want and what they have to offer to obtain it.

In the first story of the collection, the highly artistic and devoted friends, Frank and Marlee, have each striven to find the perfect and unique gift to mark the twentieth Christmas Eve anniversary of the only time they made love—and had found that she preferred women and he preferred men. In “Oh Christmas Tree!” a young man is dragged to a Christmas tree farm by his girlfriend only to find that not only was the man in charge of sales someone he wanted to keep entirely separate from his girlfriend, but he also was someone the young man had naively thought he wanted to forget. The light-hearted “Passing at Christmas” is a tongue-in-cheek play on the English gentry caste system by use of a bodily function misunderstanding. The romance, “Christmas Confessional,” has a young man in agony over leaving his lover for Christmas while resisting telling his father of his preferences. In “The Christmas Cruise Present,” a young man is sent on a Christmas season gay males-only party cruise to Bermuda to loosen him up and win him over to his rich benefactor, without him realizing it is—aggressively so—a gay males-only cruise. In “A Fire Spotter’s Christmas,” a young ranger, trying to escape tragedy, volunteers for Christmas duty on an isolated watch tower on a California mountain. He thinks he has retreated to be alone at Christmas, and discovers that isn’t what he really wants—nor is that what he gets.

Here’s hoping that these stories help inspire you to make sure you spend the Christmas season with someone special.

Habu's Christmas Balls (MM)
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Habu's Christmas Balls (MM)

by habu

BarbarianSpy

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 29,687
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From “Oh Christmas Tree!”

“You’re back? For another tree? We don’t take exchanges.”

“It’s OK, Eddie, I’ll take this.” I knew it was Dutch who had spoken before I turned to look in the direction of the voice.

Dutch turned to me. “In the office.”

Knees knocking, I stumbled down a row of trees to the office that I knew was back there.

“You got $50?” he growled as he came into the office behind me. I moved to the desk and turned around. He already had both flannel shirts open and was unbuckling his jeans and pushing them and his briefs to the floor.

God he was big—and thick—I thought—both in fear and anticipation. I felt a vibration at the back of my throat. The nearest I could say was that it was a mewing sound. And I was breathing hard. I felt a thrill of a chill zip through me body. I wondered if this was what it was like for Karen as it started. Again, I envied her.

“Yes,” I answered weakly. “And more, if . . .”

He laughed and advanced on me, trapping me between him and the desk. I felt my butt hitting the rim of the desk. I yelped as he jerked my head back with a hand grabbing the hair on the back of my head. He brutalized my lips with his, demanding entrance. I yielded to him and gasped and gagged as his tongue tried to swab my tonsils.

I writhed against him as he unbuttoned my shirt with his other hand and then reached down, unbuckled and unzipped me, and pushed my jeans to the floor.

He pulled away, looked in to my face and laughed when he realized I hadn’t worn briefs.

I knew what I had come back for. The first time was an accident. Karen had chosen this place. I didn’t know Dutch worked here. But this time. This time, this was my choice. Last time Dutch wouldn’t have been sure. Since I came back, he was sure. And Dutch was a man of action. He was very sure of himself.

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