Now he wouldn’t let me avoid addressing my sick need to bury my tentacles in his hair, his ass, his dick.
The sound of Kert wheeling his suitcase into the room brought me back from my musings.
“I was afraid you’d see it, but now I think you should.” He opened the luggage and took out a hefty satin bag. Like a magician pulling a rabbit out of his top hat, he retrieved a long, silicone tentacle.
“What is that?” My voice went so high that my Toothed Whale friends would be jealous.
Kert bit his bottom lip then flicked the hoop in it with his forked tongue. “A toy.”
Naughty little devil. “You brought this with you? On the plane?”
“Yup.”
“It’s the size of my tentacle. And similar colors too.” I poked it with my finger, and it wiggled in Kert’s hand.
“That’s the point. I couldn’t have you for all those years, so this was my fantasy toy.” Whenever Kert blushed, his cheeks went a barely-noticeable darker shade of red, but I could hear his reaction in the drop of his tone of voice.
“Years?” Here I was talking to whales again.
“I’ve had a crush on you since I first laid eyes on you, Marin. It didn’t take long before I discovered you were so much more than a tentacled hunk of muscle. My straight bestie without judgment who accepted my quirks, my sexuality, and my freezing feet. Who warmed me up on cold nights and carried me to our dorm room when I was too drunk to walk after a party.”
“I never knew. But sharing that cramped room with you was the highlight of my stay in Berlin.” I reached out to pull him into a hug, but he was still holding the toy like a proud fisherman would hold a fish. “You used toys back then too.”
His eyes blew wide. “Did you find some?”
“I knew not to look because I saw you using them. My sight is very good in the dark and you were quite obvious. They must have been smaller because you were able tohide them so quickly.” I pointed to the toy he was holding. “Can you fit that inside you?” My tentacles wiggled his way and I let them, wrapping one around his calf and another around his wrist.
“Yup. I’ve been training for depth for several years with smaller ones until I got to this.” He yeeted it back to the suitcasewhere it landed with a dull thump. “I want you to know I won’t freak out. I remember what happened to you with Denise.”
“Ah, yes. She liked showing me off like a zoo animal in the wild, but when it came to sex, she lost it.” I grimaced, recalling the look on her face when she saw me fully nude. “It took me a while to get over her disgust.”
“You burned through hookups like wildfire after that. And no one else complained as far as I recall.” He took the tentacle wrapped around his calf and hugged it as he sat down. “Which made watching you walk out that door when you had a date even harder.”
“If only I knew back then.” All the nights in the dorm room that we could have spent pleasuring each other.
“No. You had to follow your journey.” He rolled his eyes and released a sigh like a prelude. “Maybe you were right. We both weren’t ready then. Not for each other. Now we can fool around and remain friends.”
Fool around? Now that we agreed on getting intimate, I wanted to ruin him for anyone else. So once he left he’d be thinking of me every time he fucked someone. Knowing the end was near hurt, but I was ready to make the best of it.
“Come here.” I opened my arms and tentacles and welcomed his body as he snuggled into me, his tail waving in the air until it settled on his leg.
He belonged in my embrace. I closed my eyes and released a sigh as John Lennon’s voice sailed through the speakers in the background. Yes, I could definitely imagine a better world right now.
“When you admitted you were into kink you said I didn’t tell you either.” He placed one of his tentacles on his lap and played with the suckers. “Back then you were a cute vanilla boy running after girls. And you had no interest in my sex life, so how did you know about my preferences?”
I caressed his back with a tentacle as I gathered my thoughts to tell him what I imagined admitting to knowing for years. “The evening before the final art history exam, I was worried when you didn’t arrive back at the dorm, so I asked around if anyone saw you. Carl from next door told me you went to this house party in the suburbs.”
Kert’s eyes blew wide. “Which party?” He wiggled around to look at me, his much smaller body remaining in the cradle of my crossed legs and tentacles.
“Carl gave me the address and told me to say I was a member of Das Wolf-Gang Club at the entrance. He was quite surprised I didn’t know where you went. That scared me even more. I thought you were in trouble, since you usually would leave me a note if you went to visit someone.”
“Yeah. But just like you, I didn’t leave you the address when I went looking for sex. I would tell Carl. What did you do then?” His apprehension was showing in his tight grip on my tentacle.
“I took a bus there and by the time I found the house, I thought it was too late for you to still be in there. The lights were off like no one was home. I knocked anyway. Some guy approached me and ogled my tentacles with appreciation. I told him I was a part of the club and he took me through the back door and into the basement.”
Kert covered his mouth. “Scheiße. I remember that night. What did you see?”
“You were tied to a bench with someone’s dick in your mouth.” I got semi-hard recalling the moment, poking Kert in the ass. “A muscled orc was fucking you, and four other guys were jerking off on your chest. I stood frozen, unable to look away. The dude you were giving head to, squeezed you by the throat. He was choking you. When your eyes rolled back, I rushed to stop them, but screeched into a halt when you came all over yourself then screamed for more.”
