He’d been a week without release, his balls heavy and aching, his body thrumming with pent-up need.As he drifted in that hazy space between sleep and waking, a strange sensation prickled across his skin. Gay sex The tentacle engulfed his balls entirely, sucking them into its hot, juicy interior with a tight, pulsing pressure that felt like a lover’s mouth worshipping him. His abs clenched, the ridges rippling as his cock twitched violently, the head throbbing with need. His balls ached, his cock throbbed, and his mind reeled as the tentacle continued its tender assault, pushing him into a realm of sensation he’d never imagined. His five-pack abs, carved like marble, rippled with each ragged breath, slick with a warm, sticky sheen that made his skin prickle. The humid jungle, the sinuous tentacles, the overwhelming ecstasy—it all dissolved like mist, leaving him sprawled across his tangled sheets, his heart pounding like a drum in his massive pecs. Small tentacles, no thicker than his pinky, slithered over his pecs, their tips brushing his nipples with agonizing slowness. Then, in a single, breathtaking moment, it engulfed them entirely, sucking them into its juicy, pulsing interior. “Hey, what the fuck!” he shouted, his voice a mix of alarm and indignation, his straight-jock instincts kicking in.
