Page 32 of Holiday Wishes and Tentacle Dreams

Unable to form words, Jake shook his head before straightening up again. He collected his thoughts enough to speak. “It’s amazing.”

“Sit.” Doren pushed Jake back with surprising force, landing Jake on the large living room couch. In one swift motion, Doren removed Jake’s cotton shorts, leaving only Jake’s thick cock standing straight at attention, exposed to the cold air.

Doren licked their lips as they looked Jake up and down. “How did you get to be so pretty?”

Jake’s eyes narrowed, uncertain if Doren was making fun of him. He was chubby, bearded, and not particularly tall. There was nothing about him that was pretty.

“I don’t think many people would agree with you.”

“They’re idiots, then,” Doren said as they sank down to their knees between Jake’s legs. “How someone wouldn’t see your gorgeous eyelashes, or beautiful smile, or your perfect dick and not be desperate to have you is beyond me.”

Jake shivered at Doren’s words, unable to stop the warm rush of blood to his face. Doren’s mouth was so close to his cock now, just a few inches away, and Jake was starting to lose his mind.

“Please…”

“Oh, we’ll get there, baby.” Doren bent his head down and trailed up from Jake’s calf, to his knee, to his inner thigh, alternating between flicking with their tongue and bestowing sweet kisses.

Jake squirmed, reaching down and winding his fingers through Doren’s blonde hair. He didn’t understand how he ended up with someone so hot, but he whispered a silent “thank you” to Santa for answering his desperate letter.

Doren nibbled at the flesh of his thigh, and Jake groaned. A thick stream of precum dribbled down the backside of his cock, which twitched and jumped with its need for stimulation.

“Doren, I?—”

“I’ll take care of you. Just hold on.” Doren dug their nose into the crease between his dick and his thigh, breathing in deep. “Your scent is amazing. It’s a sweet, musky smell that makes me want to live in your underwear all day.”

“That’s a weird one.” Jake pretended to be judgy, but ended up gasping again as Doren licked their way down to his balls and sucked one into their mouth. “Oh, fuck fuck fuck…”

Wriggling from the sensations, Jake whined. All he wanted was for Doren to stop teasing and put their mouth on his dick. Why did they have to torture him like this?

Doren released his ball and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, which somehow got even harder as they did.

“Are youtryingto make me crazy?”

Doren barked out a laugh before replying, “Yes. I am. I plan to drive you to absolute distraction as we get to know each other until you’re coming in your pants at the sight of me turning the corner.”

“Fucking God…” Jack attempted to stay stoic as Doren looked up with a predatory grin on their face. Jake felt as though he were a mackerel about to be devoured by a great white shark.

With that, Doren swallowed him down to the hilt, staying there and working Jake’s dick as deep into their throat as it would go. Every muscle in Jake’s body tensed, and his pelvis pushed up unconsciously.

He couldn’t move, though, as Doren held his hips in place, the surfer somehow even stronger than Jake had imagined. Hell, Doren might be able to sling him over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Ever-so-slowly, Doren rocked back and forth, the head of Jake’s cock moving against the root of Doren’s tongue.

Jake enjoyed sucking dick as much as the next guy, but he didn’t understand how Doren didn’t have any gag reflex. What he did understand, however, was that this wasamazing. He loved the feel of being enveloped by Doren’s wet heat and enjoyed being held down by their firm hands almost as much.

Jake wanted to thrust, but he couldn’t. Begging hadn’t been an effective tactic, and he was at Doren’s mercy.

Doren had no mercy to give. Setting a glacial pace, they moved their lips up and down on Jake’s thick shaft.

“Please, fuck, Doren, go faster.”

Doren hummed but made no change to the tempo of their movement.

Starting in Jake’s legs, muscles jumped and twitched, and after a couple of minutes his whole body was vibrating. He needed to orgasm, but Doren refused to push him over the edge, their slow pace keeping him just shy of release.

He was whimpering and moaning now, no longer able to form the words to beg. Jake’s eyes squeezed shut as his body screamed in need.

That’s when Doren’s finger tickled between his ass cheeks and flicked at his clenched hole. Wait. Was it his finger? It had to be, although there was something strangely flexible about it, as though it didn’t contain any bones.