When the mouth finally released me, I stumbled back, my cock slipping free of the hole. My legs were shaking, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Through the hole, I could see movement, could hear the sound of someone standing up, but I couldn't make out any details in the dim light.
A low, satisfied chuckle drifted through the hole. "Good cock," a gravelly voice said. Then footsteps, and the sound of a door opening and closing.
I stood there for a long moment, processing what had just happened. I'd just gotten blown by a complete stranger through a hole in the wall, and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever done.
But I didn’t have very long to wallow in that dopamine rush before movement caught my eye on the opposite side of the room. A cock pushed through the hole next to me, coming to stop only inches from my face. It was long, thick, and blue with ridges along the shaft. For a moment I hesitated, wondering what I should do. But then the hormones took over and suddenly I was kneeling, pulling the cock down to my lips.
I'd never sucked a non-human cock before, but there was a first time for everything. The ridges felt strange under my tongue as I explored, learning the texture and taste of this anonymous stranger. Saltier than human, with an almost metallic tang that wasn't unpleasant. Just different.
I wrapped one hand around the base, or at least tried to. But he was so thick my fingers didn’t quite meet. Instead, I focused on the head, swirling my tongue around the flared tip. A low groan echoed through the wall, encouraging me. I took him deeper, letting the ridges drag across my lips and tongue as I bobbed my head.
It was awkward at first. The angle was weird, and I had to adjust my position a few times to get comfortable. But once I found my rhythm, it felt natural. Powerful, even. I was in control here, setting the pace, deciding how much to take.
The cock twitched in my mouth, and I felt it swell even larger. I pulled back slightly, using my hand to stroke what I couldn't fit, while my tongue worked over the sensitive ridge just below the head. More sounds came from the other side—grunts, whatmight have been words in a language I didn't recognize, the shuffle of feet against tile.
I picked up speed, sucking harder. My own cock was already starting to stir again, interested despite having just cum. I couldn’t resist the raw desire coursing through me. I felt…free.
The cock pulsed, and suddenly my mouth was flooded with cum. It was thicker than human, almost syrupy, with that same metallic taste but stronger. I swallowed reflexively, then again, as more poured down my throat. Whoever this was, they came like a fucking fire hose.
When it finally stopped, I pulled back, gasping and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The cock slipped back through the hole, and I heard retreating footsteps, then nothing.
I sat back on my heels, my heart pounding.Wow,I felt good. My jaw ached slightly, but in the best way. And I wanted more.
I was just starting to wonder if I should stay or move to a different room when I heard something on the other side of the wall. Not from the hole I'd just serviced, but from the first one. The one where I'd gotten blown.
Something was pushing through. But it wasn't a cock.
I leaned closer, squinting in the dim red light. It was... a tentacle. Dark purple, glistening wet, about as thick as two of my fingers. And it was writhing, searching, like it had a mind of its own.
"What the fuck?" I breathed, but I didn't move away. Couldn't move away. I was transfixed, watching as more of it pushed through the hole, coiling in the air.
Then another cock appeared in front of me, filling the hole that had just been vacated. It was human this time, but still thick with a fat vein along the top of the shaft. I glanced back at the tentacles, and not knowing what to do with them, turned my attention to the cock, parting my lips once more.
I wrapped my lips around the human cock in front of me, tasting the salt of pre-cum as I took him deep. Behind me, I could hear the tentacles moving, slithering against the wooden wall with a wet, organic sound that made my skin prickle with anticipation.
I tried to focus on the task at hand, on the cock sliding between my lips, but my attention kept drifting to whatever was happening behind me. The tentacle was getting closer. I could sense it somehow, could feel it searching.
Then it touched me.
I jolted forward, nearly choking on the cock in my mouth as the tentacle made contact with my lower back. It was warm and slick, leaving a trail of wetness as it explored my skin. The sensation was alien, wrong in a way that made my brain stutter, but my cock didn't seem to care. I was rock hard again, leaking against my thigh.
The tentacle traced down my spine, moving with deliberate slowness. When it reached the curve of my ass, it paused, and I held my breath. Then the pair split apart, wrapping around my waist and thighs, pulling me higher and holding me in place.
I moaned around the cock in my mouth, the vibration making the man on the other side grunt. The tentacles tightened their grip, not painfully, but firm enough that I couldn't have pulled away even if I wanted to. And fuck me, I didn't want to.
Another tentacle, a third I didn’t know about, slid between my ass cheeks. I tensed instinctively, but the slickness coating it made the glide easy. It circled my hole, teasing, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm but not enough to push inside.
The cock in my mouth thrust forward, hitting the back of my throat. I relaxed, letting him use me while the tentacles explored. One of them found my balls, wrapping around them with a gentle squeeze that made my eyes roll back. Then itmoved up, coiling around my cock in a spiral pattern that had me whimpering.
The tentacle at my ass pushed forward, breaching me slowly. The sensation was overwhelming. The slickness made it easy, but the texture was unlike anything I'd ever felt. Ridges, bumps, constantly moving and shifting as it worked its way deeper.
I was taking dick at both ends now, my body suspended between two anonymous strangers, and it was the most intense thing I'd ever experienced. The tentacle in my ass started to thrust, matching the rhythm of the cock in my mouth. Every time it pushed in, those ridges dragged against my prostate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
The tentacle around my cock began to stroke as well, the pressure perfect, and the movement slick and fast. I was drowning in sensation, my mind going hazy as my body took over. All I could do was hold on and take it, let them use me however they wanted.
The cock in my mouth swelled, and I tasted the first pulse of cum. The man on the other side groaned loud enough that I could hear it through the wall, flooding my mouth as I swallowed what I could. Some spilled out, dripping down my chin as he kept pumping, kept filling me until he was spent.
He pulled back, his softening cock slipping from my lips. I gasped for air, strings of cum connecting my mouth to the hole for a moment before breaking. But I didn't have time to recover. The tentacles were relentless, the one in my ass driving deeper, finding angles that made me see stars.
