Page 33 of Tasty Tentacles

My mind rebels. It’s all so wrong, but it’s also so right. I fight down the panic, the newness of it, and focus on him. The gentleness under the passion. The way he seems to be learning just as much as I am, as we explore the possibilities.

I push him back, gently, and come up for air.

“Did I hurt you?” he says, worried.

“My god, Orion, no,” I answer, trying to feel the ground under my feet. There’s fear in his eyes, but also desire. He’s enjoying this just as much as I am, and his tentacula are already reaching for me again. I have to let him know.

I continue, “Your kisses are just so, um, overwhelming. The sensation is…” I sputter to a stop, unable to articulate the feeling of it, the joy of it, the wonder that he exists in the world and I’m here, in his house, kissing him.

“Right?” Bertie says, walking over to join us. “It’s like the whole world is Orion. And damn! You guys are so sexy together. A ginger giant and a shogun warrior, making out in the kitchen. I must be on Santa’s nice list this year.”

“I think I’d rather be on the naughty list,” I say, running my hands up Orion’s chest. He’s massive. Not a chiseled muscle god, but solid and wide. I undo a few buttons and run my hand over his chest, finding a thick carpet of ginger fur. My whole body responds, a rush of hormones swirling from my core, dizzying me with lust.

I pull my sexy Bertie in front of me and guide his hands up to Orion’s chest. He takes it a step further, burying his nose between Orion’s meaty pecs.

“I knew it,” he says with lusty glee. “You’re covered with ginger fur.”

“Um,” Orion says, building up his courage. It’s all there on his face. He wants it. Ask us, I want to say, but I hope he’ll take the lead. Ask us…you know you want to…or I will.

Adorably shy, he continues, “It goes all the way down. Ah, do you want to see?”

“You haven’t given us a tour of your house yet,” I suggest. “Maybe we could start with your bedroom?”

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of my clothes faster. I toss my underwear into the corner and jump on Orion’s big four-poster bed, sprawling out and making everything accessible. Everything.

But Orion is standing over by the door, toying with his shirt, lingering far too long over the buttons.

“What’s up, GingerGiant?” Bertie asks. “I think my Hidie-ho is giving us clear skies for landing, all spread out for us on that big bed of yours.”

“I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done a three-way before.” He adds, muttering, “I’ve barely had sex with two.”

“That’s not a problem,” I say, folding my arms up behind my head and giving my abs an inviting flex. “We’ll walk you through it.”

I had my share of sexual adventures back in college, and my BertieBear was no virgin when I first got him naked. I know full well we just need to take the first step and then our bodies will take over.

“What do I do?” he asks, nervous, but just the same, his eyes are glued on my body, right where I want them. It’s easy to see…he wants this.

“Everything!” Bertie crows, dashing naked over to him and getting to work on his buttons. I know from experience there’s no stopping him, so I lie back and enjoy the wiggle of his sexy bear butt as he pulls the pants off the giant.

“Oh, man!” Bertie exclaims once he yanks down his briefs. “You are furry everywhere.” He buries his nose in the big tuft of bright red pubes.

“Seriously, Orion,” I continue. “Three-ways are meant for fun. If we’re doing it right, it’s going to be silly and awkward. So, if something tickles your fancy, just ask.”

He’s still looking shy under Bertie’s nimble fingers, but I have to give it to our brave GingerGiant. He makes a suggestion right at his comfort level.

“Could you guys, um, kiss, and let me watch? I need a minute to catch up.”

“That’s the easiest request in the world,” I say, hopping off the bed and gathering my sexy baker into my arms. These kisses are well practiced. I know every twist of his lips, every thrust of his tongue. I let myself expand into the connection, like I have for two decades, feeling all the love and devotion we share in those kisses. Orion’s kisses made me feel wonderfully small, overwhelmed, hunted even. Thoroughly dominated in a way that speaks directly to my libido. Bertie’s kisses are the opposite. I shelter him in my arms and he reaches up to me, making me feel strong and powerful. I’d protect my furry morsel against anything, and I tell him with every kiss.

The entire time, I feel Orion’s eyes on us. It adds an extra frisson, knowing he’s watching, and lusting. His strength and his powerful domination wait just ahead. I feel the urgency in Bertie’s lips too, the delightful anticipation.

I feel big, warm hands on my naked shoulders and a dancing flurry of softness on the back of my neck. He kisses around that sensitive curve, tentacula teasing my shoulder and back. He whispers in my ear, “I’d like to suck your cock now. Both of you. Do you want to turn off the light?”

“Definitely not,” I say, turning and pushing him roughly back so he sprawls on the bed. “I want to see every inch of you.”

I survey the menu in front of me, planning the many courses of the meal to come. First off, I’ll stick my cock in his mouth, since he asked for it. Bertie will without doubt descend instantly on his cock, an uncut monster sized to fit this giant of a man. Then we’ll trade places, and that will inevitably lead to both of us feeding him our cocks at the same time. Who knows where it will lead from there? If the stars align, sometime tonight, that cock will fuck me senseless, but we have plenty of time to get there. There’s so much man for us to explore.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, it does.