Page 45 of Tasty Tentacles

“Closer together,” he demands. “I want to get both of you in my mouth.” There’s that new confidence, his new freedom, in action. He knows what he wants and he tells us.

“Down, both of you, on your knees,” he directs later, standing with his big, hard cock in hand. He gives a lusty wink and says, “I’m getting close, and I want to come between you.”

Hideo and I hungrily get to work. I steal a kiss from my handsome husband before I let him take Orion’s full length, black beard nuzzled in ginger pubes. What a pro. Then it’s my turn, gazing up as I take him down my throat, admiring the giant towering over us. Could my men be more sexy?

After we’ve had our taste of Orion and shared ours, I have the pleasure of toweling off his huge expanse of naked back. He says, “Bertie, I need some advice.”

“Hmm?” I say, nuzzling my stomach against his butt, reaching around to fondle his furry abs.

“I’ve been looking around the internet all morning for ways to style long beards. I want to give up the mask, but I also want to find a way that doesn’t flaunt my tentacles.”

I am the luckiest man on Earth! Orion is asking me for beard advice!

I flip him around and lean him back against the bathroom vanity, intending to get right to work on his request, but I’m quickly distracted by his miles of chest, just waiting there, begging me for attention. I can’t resist. I run my hands through all his ginger fur, exploring the curves of his pecs, and pink nipples, and that deep cleft that must smell amazing now, clean but still with a trace of manly sweat, and…

“Bertie?”

“Yes?” I say, lost in his sensual jungle…but he’s right. I have another adventure in store. “Beards! Of course…I have tons of ideas. We’ll get you fixed up in no time. Do you have a rubber band?”

“I figured you’d ask,” he says, pointing to a few assorted sizes laid out next to the sink.

I indulge in one more life-restoring grope of his pecs, then I stroke my hands around his beard, gathering all the tentacles into a bunch at the center. The hair is so soft and distracting! Focus, Bertie, focus.

“Relax them,” I suggest, and they extend slightly. I wrap one of the rubber bands around the longest ones, a few inches from the tips.

“Is that comfortable, or does it pinch too much?”

“It’s fine.”

“Shake your head.”

His tentacles wiggle and wave, but everything stays in place.

“Can you keep them relaxed? They’re not too noticeable now.” I can’t keep my hands off, so I pretend I’m trying out different positions for the rubber bands. But really, I just want to play.

“The rubber band helps—reminds them to behave.”

I continue, “I think this is going to work! I have some fancy beard ties at home, and there are tons on the internet. We can go shopping together! Hidie-ho bought me one I think you’ll like—a leather sheath with some nice tooling. I think it will draw attention away from the tips of your tentacles, without making it seem like you’re hiding.”

“Sounds perfect.”

I get to work on my own beard, brushing out the tangles, trying to decide if I’m going to go natural tonight or put together a freestyle creation. Hideo is next to me, looking in the mirror and brushing his hair. His goatee is perfection, even more so than usual. Glossy black, with sharp contours around the edges and a precisely trimmed mustache.

“Hidie-ho, your beard is particularly beautiful today.”

He answers, “Since I’m going to compete tonight, I did a trim.”

Joy! He’s going to do it!

“Let me do some quality control,” I demand, grabbing him. Then I have all that furry, inky blackness in my hands, which demands a kiss.

“Stop! You’ll mess it all up.”

“That’s what brushes are for,” I say, diving back in for another.

“Orion is considering it too,” Hideo teases.

“Really?” I gush. I’m really liking this new confidence. It suits him.