Page 40 of Tasty Tentacles

Right then, Hideo crosses the kitchen and turns the heat off on his sauce and pasta. He turns to us and says, “If we can, let’s table this discussion for the time being. Bertie has something special planned for dessert, something else to tempt you and your tentacles, and I don’t think we can make him wait a second longer. Let’s do dinner later—we should have our dessert first.”

Lucky Pierre. Why have I never fantasized about this? But thinking about it, the answer is obvious. I’ve never had two men interested in me, at the same time. Two creative, intelligent, and entirely irresistible men.

Bertie is a hurricane tonight, a force of nature. He obviously choreographed the entire thing in advance, first arranging us into an alluring three-way sixty-nine to get us warmed up, and then on to the main event. So here I am, pinned between two sexy men, pleasured from both sides. Dessert indeed! He’s making a very convincing argument for keeping my tentacles, while also showing in no uncertain terms that they’re only one part of the equation.

“Orion, stop for a minute,” Bertie says, slapping me on the back. “I keep slipping out.”

Just like Hideo said on our first night, three-ways are fun and silly. He didn’t say how damnably sexy they are, but I’m quickly finding out. There’s something about the freedom to play—with no real expectations—that’s totally liberating. It’s so easy to let my worries go and live in the moment, focusing on what is right in front of me. I’m happy to see that Bertie, the sweet huggy bear, is letting himself do just the same.

I jam my cock into Hideo all the way to the hilt, just the way he likes, and his eyes lose focus. I have his legs trapped, so if I reach…just…a…bit…more…I can circle my arms all the way around, curling his whole body into a ball. He submits to it all, lost to the world.

Sexually, we barely know each other, but I’m rapidly learning my way around these men and their bodies, learning what they like. Hideo seems happiest when he’s submitting, releasing control. Maybe it’s his way of escaping from the rest of his life, which must be full of critical decisions and confident actions. In the clinic, he always knows exactly what to say when I lose my way, taking charge and helping me work through it, but here in bed he’s helpless, fully encompassed within my embrace. I can literally do anything I like to him, and he’ll respond. It’s a revelation, and I’m quickly finding I love the freedom to use my size like this, embodying the giant that I am.

“Ready and waiting,” I growl back at not-even-slightly-submissive Bertie, wiggling my cock in Hideo’s ass while making my hole fully accessible.

“Damn, Orion! That ass!” Bertie growls and plunges in. “I’m gonna climb you like a mountain and plant my flag!”

Worries momentarily forgotten, he’s a feral bear, so different from Hideo. Bertie is the definition of energy, poking his fingers and tongue and cock anywhere he can make them fit, constantly coming up with creative new combinations. So far tonight, I’ve been taking my lead from him, since his ideas invariably lead us somewhere productive, or at worst, hilariously entertaining. Right now, I’m getting a taste of what Hideo must feel as Bertie plasters himself to my back and wraps his arms around, grabbing my pecs and pounding me without mercy.

If I get the timing just right, I scheme, I should be able to fuck the brains out of Hideo and still give Bertie the steady target he needs. I bend down and smother Hideo with my lips and tentacles, teasing his tongue into my mouth and tracing his chiseled jaw and cheekbones. Bertie is going hell bent for leather, shifting his hands down to my waist for better leverage and slamming deeper with every thrust. I’m losing focus too, so I better do this quickly. He’s found exactly the right angle and every stroke ratchets me closer to the point of no return.

Here goes. I catch his rhythm and start rocking my hips, short deliberate thrusts into Hideo’s inviting ass, back into Bertie’s stiff, insistent cock.

It’s going great—Hideo is a babbling mess while Bertie jackhammers away—when I feel his cock slip out and up my crack.

He fumbles his cock in, but after two more strokes, he pops out again.

“Damn it all!” He slaps my ass, clearly frustrated. “I want this to be perfect for you.”

“Show me some real perfection, BeardieBoy,” I direct as I pull out of Hideo and release his legs. “Come here and kiss me.”

Hideo gives a deep growl, somewhere between satisfaction and frustration, that stirs something deep, deep inside me. I need to give this man the pleasure he wants. Both of these men.

I unleash the Kraken and kiss Bertie to within an inch of his life, teasing Hideo with the tip of my cock the whole time, and suggest, “If we can talk Hideo and his sexy ass into it, I have some ideas about how to set up a double penetration.”

“Looks like we’ve worn out our BertieBear,” Hideo says, slowly stroking Bertie’s hair. He’s fast asleep between us, dropping off almost the minute his head hit the pillow. He’s calm and relaxed, and simply adorable, worries far away as he slumbers. My best friend, and maybe more. I wonder once again where this is all going, but maybe it doesn’t matter, right here and right now.

“Bertie,” I say quietly, running my hand through his whiskers. “Bertie Barber’s brown beard is bodacious.”

Hideo chuckles and asks, “Where did that come from?”

“It’s just something I said at the bakery, back before I knew you, and barely knew him.”

He reaches over and gives me a quick kiss, looking at me in a tender way I’ve never seen from anyone, ever. “I’m hungry. How about a midnight snack?”

I laugh and say, “Bertie would answer…”

“I know what he would say,” Hideo says. “But my ass isn’t up to it, yet. Let’s go.”

Hideo throws together two plates of his pasta, seriously overcooked but still tasty, and one more for Bertie, when his stomach eventually wakes him and drives him to the kitchen.

“Some beer?” he asks.

“Sure, but you may need to carry me back to bed.”

“A challenge,” he says. “Duly noted.”

Jake wanders in for his snack, since it’s only fair, so Hideo fishes out a few pieces of a leftover roast from the fridge. Just like me, he can’t resist those puppy eyes.