Page 39 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

Even though it’s a myth that snakes are slimy and gross, it seemed I had a similar expectation with his tentacle. But it was soft and smooth, though firmer than a cock.

As I stroked, Daddy watched as I familiarized myself with this new part of him. I liked knowing that, unlike his human form, which I found so stimulating, this was part of the real man…well, not man, but the real Daddy.

I pulled his tentacle close, pressing my lips against it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I was surprised by the excitement that pulsed through me, and the way his body trembled made my dick pulse in his grip, his finger still on that sweet spot within me. I offered a gentle lick.

“Fuck, Twink.”

I felt so out of my element, so uncertain, but also curious. Not just about what his tentacles were, but why the thought of them aroused me.

“When you said it could be better with these, what did you mean?”

He opened his eyes and smiled, his lips curling into his dimples.

A thrill coursed through me.

“Would you like me to show you?”

“Yes.” I was surprised by how quickly I responded, without fear or hesitation, despite how anxious I was about his true form.

As I released him, his tentacle rested against my torso. The tip slid across my flesh, like a finger trailing down my body, stimulating each nerve it encountered, giving off a subtle warmth. My body quaked, and I rolled my head back, reveling in the sensation as Daddy used his tentacle to explore my body, moving through the grooves in my abs, between my pecs, until it reached my throat.

He released my cock and hooked his arms around my thighs, keeping me in place as the tentacle glided down my torso, finding its way to my happy trail. I enjoyed having Daddy explore my body, his touch all over. When it reached my cock, it looped around, like a vine growing up from the base, creating a grip the way Daddy’s hand had before.

While he kissed my ass and inserted his finger farther, he jerked my cock with the tentacle. The soft hold was heavenly, as though it’d been made for this purpose, and I relaxed, surrendering, just wanting to be his toy. The tip of his tentacle settled at the base of the head of my cock, shifting about just under it, driving me wild.

“Daddy,” I moaned.

He firmed his touch against my prostate, and my nerves went haywire as my body twisted up reflexively. And this was onlyonetentacle. As he inched me closer and closer to the edge, driving me out of my mind, I imagined the sorts of things he could do if we were playing with more of them. It wasn’t just the stimulation, though there was plenty of that. It was the way it felt to be touched in so many places at once. To feel like he was consuming me. It evoked such a powerful response, mounting too quickly.

“I’m almost there,” I warned, feeling as though I was spoiling it by being so easy to arouse.

“It’s okay, Twink. I want to see you reach the end.”

“What about you?” I asked, panic setting in.

“Please let me do this for you.” The seriousness of his words, coupled with the way he was working me up, was too much for me.

I reached behind me, gripping the edge of the sofa as my climax ripped through me, waves surging powerfully through my nerves, sparks flashing before my eyes as I called out. Ropes spread across my abs, some settling around my navel, when one stroke from Daddy against that spot was like a button that sent another band up to my chest, beside my nipple. I gasped, collecting myself, like my body was in shock from the pleasure.

His tentacle milked me dry, then relaxed around my cock before pulling away. As he crawled over me, his tentacle slid up my body, twisting around behind my neck. I don’t know that I’d ever felt so safe in my life, as it coiled around my throat. Suddenly one didn’t feel like nearly enough.

He moved close for another wet, tongue-filled kiss, and I couldn’t fully appreciate it, not when there was still work to do.

“Daddy, I want to return the favor,” I said when I finally managed to pull away.

He seemed surprised by the desperation in my tone. “What do you want to do to me?”

“Can I suck you off?”

The grin that pushed across his face assured me he wouldn’t have any issue with that.

“Oh, I guess you learned that phrase in the park?” I teased.

He laughed. This was one of the things I enjoyed about being around Daddy—it wasn’t just hot, it was fun.

As much as I could’ve stayed enveloped by him forever, I couldn’t suck him off and bask in this at the same time, which meant he had to relax back, rising onto his knees.

While he was servicing me, I hadn’t noticed just how hard he’d gotten, but he was a rock.