An email popped up from a rental place. Probably another letdown. I clicked on it and scanned the contents.
“Spiro!” I rushed out and headed for the living area. He wasn’t on the couch, nor in the kitchen. I followed the music coming from the other side of the corridor. Without a thought or a single useful brain cell in my head, I rapped on the door to his room, then pushed it open, not waiting for a reply. He would want to hear what I had to say. “Spiro, I have new—”
Like a needle falling off a vinyl mid-song, I screeched to a halt. Spiro’s room was bigger than mine, but I barely took note of the bed that must smell like him, or his boxers discarded on the floor.
No, what had all of my undivided attention was the tentacled hottie lounging in a jacuzzi in the bathroom with the door open wide. His head was back, his arms over the edge of the tub, and his tentacles moving like waves. Two were swaying loosely while others were pulsing around his cock. No. Two cocks weresprouting from his groin. They were medium thickness but seemed to grow longer and shorter along with his stroking.
Mesmerised, I gawked. The grip on my phone loosened, and the device thudded to the floor. I startled, and so did Spiro, turning his head my way.
“Kaos?” He gasped, looked at me, then tensed. A gush fountained from him and into the air.
It took me a full second to realize it was his cum. The creamy white ribbons splattered on his chest, his face, and even reached the counter behind him.
“Music off,” he said, and silence invaded the room.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I scuttled back.
Spiro snatched one upper tentacle like a whip and wrapped it around my forearm.
“What for?” His low voice should have sounded menacing given the circumstances, but it was tinged with mirth.
“That I entered.” My mouth was dry. Had I left it hanging open this whole time? “I knocked, I swear. I was looking for you to tell you that I found a place. That I can leave. But I was in a hurry and I didn’t think. Like I didn’t plan well enough before coming here and—”
“You’re spiraling.” Spiro’s tentacle gently pulsed over my forearm, calming my racing heart. “I told you that you could stay here.”
“But I don’t want to be a burden, and the storm should end in a few days.” I tugged on my ear.
“What if I asked you to stay?”
“Why would you?” I traced my fingers over the smooth skin of the tentacle holding me, then touched the very tip, and a zap of electricity hit me. I didn’t flinch this time, but I parted my lips on a tiny gasp.
“For many reasons.” He eyed my bare thighs where my hoodie ended and my socks began. “Seeing your face made me shoot a monster load, for one.”
“There was a lot of it.” I whistled low.
“You got me so worked up, I had to come here and stroke myself thinking of you. Is that depraved? Do you hate it?”
“No.” I swallowed. “I wish I’d helped you with that.”
“As you can see,” he spread his arms, “I have two cocks.”
“Oh…”
“What will you do with that information?
Chapter Seven
Spiro
My breath trembled on an exhale with the anticipation of Kaos’s next move.
As much as his fumbling and falling was distinctive to him, what he did and said kept surprising me at every turn.
Now, he was biting his lip as if he wanted to lick each sucker on my tentacles, but rocked on his heels as if he were ready to bolt and never look back.
His expression remained serious when he used my tentacle like a rope to pull himself closer to me, taking step by slow step. He stopped a foot from the tub and tilted his head, looking at my cocks, one flaccid and resting on my abdomen, the other pointing up.
He glanced around, grabbed a thick white towel from the counter, and placed it on the floor. Without a word, he knelt on it and traced a finger in the water.
