7
Travis Has Peaked
J ust when I’m really getting into the groove of being skull fucked, my pod prof pushes me away. I open my mouth to protest—seriously. Rude!—but he speaks before I can. Or actually orders.
“Remove all clothing covering your legs and groin.”
That takes me a second then I totes get it. Prof wants to fuck my ass. Normally that’d be a big fat ‘no fucking way’ because I’m absolutely a top but I think there’s some drug in the dude’s alien precum because I instantly move to obey. I take my shirt off, too, for shits and giggles.
“I’m naked, prof,” I rasp, my voice understandably hoarse. “You want me to turn around?”
“No need,” he says in that prissy-ass voice of his. “Return to sucking my dick or cock.”
I think about telling him it’s ‘dick’ or ‘cock’, not ‘dick or cock’, but this is so not the time for getting into grammar bullshit. I return to sucking his alien monster schlong. He’s less forceful fucking my face this time and I fall right into that. I’ve always had an oral thing and his/Dr. Foster’s dick is perfection. I could suck on it all damn day. I wonder how long it takes aliens to come. Good thing I don’t have football practice today. I’m gonna miss my ethics lecture, too, but fuck ethics. Who needs that?
I feel something grab onto my legs, making it so I’m on hands and knees with my legs spread. I hold onto the prof’s ankles for dear life, trying not to think about how I’d been gripping two of those monster thingies like they were the prof’s ass. Then I feel it, what I’d been worried about, but to be honest, curious as fuck about too.
Slick with some sort of probably alien pre-spooge, one of those tentacles touches my ass. It’s so fucking weird, but hot, too. Like those fucked up hentai manga I used to read in middle school. And by read, I mean mostly look at the fucked-up pictures that never failed to give me a junior stiffy.
The tip glides over my asshole like a firm and limber tongue. I even feel suction, which is from those suckers, no doubt. I hope there’s nothing in there that’s gonna melt my skin, but I doubt it because it feels just so damn good. I see-saw myself between going deep down on the pod prof and pushing back like a slutty bitch in heat onto the tentacle feeling me up. It’s so fucking good.
Then it gets better.
The tentacle thingy pushes into me like one of those fucked up monster dildos you see on the internet. He doesn’t go fast, thank fuck, and there’s a lot of that alien goo making the way super slippery, but unlike a dick or dildo, this thing just does not end and keeps getting bigger and bigger. I feel like he’s gonna split me in two when he eases back a tiny bit and I sag with relief and pant a little to get my breath back.
“I don’t believe I gave you permission to stop sucking my dick or cock.”
I want to laugh. That will never not be funny. Then the tentacle in my ass pushes forward and I open my mouth in a gasp. The prof sticks his monster cock right back down my throat. Where, I’m beginning to think, it always belongs.
Fuck my degree, fuck football, fuck my dad. Not literally. This is how I want to spend the rest of my life: as an alien fuck toy.
There are worse fates, and I bet the commute isn’t a bitch, either.
I push myself forward, all the way with my nose buried in Chuck’s happy trail. Then I hum. That does the trick. Alien jizz floods my throat, then my mouth, as he comes and then pulls out.
Not the tentacle, though. That’s still fucking my asshole hard and steady, bumping against my prostate along the way. Sometimes it feels like something is sucking on my prostate, which shouldn’t be possible, and I silently sing the praises of kinky alien fucks.
I stare at his dick, pulled out and lying limp and heavy along his leg, as I fall back into the tentacle fucking, even pushing back a little on the thing. I wonder if I can come like this, and whether my pod prof even cares, when each of my nipples feels like it’s gonna be pulled off my chest by suction alone. It’s more tentacles having their way with me, obviously.
“Fuck!” I screech. Usually, I’m not so mouthy during sex but even I have a limit, okay? It hurts but also feels fuck-all amazing. My cock throbs hard and I reach for it, but my hands are held firmly and I’m absolutely helpless.
The sick part is how much I like it. I’ve bottomed before, don’t get me wrong. Chuck is not popping my cherry or anything. I just never liked it all that much. Sinking my cock into some pretty twink’s fat ass—that’s my jam. But I guess being held captive by an alien and having his tentacle shoved way up my ass also jingles my bells. It’s like Christmas has come early.
Thank you, Santa.
The suction on my nipples eases, but just a little. Enough where it’s more pleasure than pain. I’ve always had sensitive nips, and this is just about heaven. Chuck can keep doing this all day as far as I’m concerned.
Then he dials it all the way to eleven. Something, no doubt another tentacle—I wonder how many he has—wraps around my cock and starts working it like a two-dollar whore.
Shockingly, it doesn’t take long before I start to come and scream my fucking head off. One of those tentacles fills my mouth, cutting off my girly shriek, and I suck on it gratefully.
Yeah. Fuck that A in statistics. I can die now. This is as good as my life is ever gonna get. It sucks to peak early, but what a fucking peak it was.
Slowly, with surprising care, the prof pulls all his tentacle appendages out of and away from me. I collapse onto the floor and lay my cheek on the cool tile.
“Okay, I give,” I wheeze out. “You might as well eat me now. I am done .”