Gas, grass, or tentacle sex. Nobody rides for free.
TRICKED BY THE TENTACLE TRUCKER is a lascivious tale of explicit gay tentacle sex featuring descriptions of jerking off, oral and anal sex with a tentacle monster, dubious consent, and terror!
“So…do you want to pull over now or are we gonna wait until you stop for the night?”
He answered by using his shifting hand to unhook and unzip his jeans. “I thought we’d take care of it while we’re driving.
“Kinky,” I said, throatily.
Damian nodded and pointed to the back of the cab with his thumb. “He’ll be joining us too.”
I raised an eyebrow and turned to glance behind me. There, sitting on the bench of the sleeper compartment was a dark figure swathed in a black robe. I hadn’t even noticed him before. There was something off about him but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Do you swallow, Christian?” Damian asked.
I turned to answer him without taking my eyes off of the man in the back. “Always.”
I couldn’t seem to look away from the robed figure and even as it shifted unnaturally, I was strangely intrigued by it. My cock was erect and throbbing, poking out of my jeans. The robes shifted and a strange suckered appendage slithered forth from within.
I knew that I should be terrified, that my mind should be telling my body to flee from this unnatural sight but I was frozen. I absently asked, “What is it?”
“He’s a friend of mine from very far away and he needs you so he doesn’t have to go back to where he came from,” Damian answered. “Will you help us?”
I felt myself nod even as the knobby, suckered tentacle caressed my shoulder and slid across my nipple. I moaned in suppressed terror and exhilaration. My nipple was so hard it ached. The tip of the appendage flicked back and forth across it before one of the suckers gained purchase on it and began to pull at it with wet sucking noises. I felt a forbidden tingling spread from my nipple through my chest. My glans was oozing buckets as another slithering feeler emerged from the robes, and then another. They caressed the sides of my face before both circled my neck and latched on tightly. I felt myself drawn toward the figure and I lay down between the seats with my head in the figure’s lap.
Another tentacle slid out and traced its way down my torso, leaving a tingling trail behind it as it slithered across my aching member and around my thigh and undulated so that my leg was firmly in its embrace. I sighed in pleasure and horror, though the fear was strangely muted by the desire I had to feel this thing on every inch of my body.
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Published September 13, 2012
by Jacki Toff.
Erotica, Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction.