Tommyhawk's Fantasies: Alien Tentacles (Expanded Version)
Gay erotic stories with explicit language. Fourteen short stories of some out-of-this-world gay encounters going on with our men the sexual partners of alien beings with tentacles penetrating every orifice! And while these men may writhe and squirm as it happens, you know they'll end up loving those long strands of alien loving all over at once.
Following is an excerpt from "Within the Maw:"
David awakened within a state of near darkness. Not total darkness, he could see a bit of what was about him...but none of what he said made any sense. Pale lines of some sort, tubes, or channels, or tentacles...or a mixture, some curved in a very organic way, others were far too ramrod straight to be alive. That was his first thought.
Second was...how did he even get here?
He had started out to work on a normal business day. He went out the door dressed in his suit, the brown jacket and tan pants today, and a dark brown tie over a cream-colored shirt, just adventurous enough to make people at the firm pay attention to him, no stockbroker could afford to blend into the background...
Where were his clothes? He was naked! What the fuck had happened?
Stirrings in the...tentacles around him. Why wasn’t he afraid of them? He ought to be terrified! All he was, was...puzzled. Where was he?
Okay, back to what he remembered before he woke up. He had been walking down the street toward the subway and there had been the sound of people shouting...yeah, one woman had screamed...some people were running but most had been pointing upward.
He had looked up himself and there it was.
What was it? It wasn’t clear in his mind what he’d seen!
One of the tentacles was getting closer. It wasn’t an octopus tentacle, it didn’t have suckers on it, it was just a sinuous, moving, living (presumably) thing that moved around smoothly as a snake. He could just see it, although it was like seeing dark purple against black, barely registering in his eyesight. Watched it as it reached up toward him. The tip of the tentacle was bulbous, like an artichoke tip. The tip reached up and stroked along one flank.
Why wasn’t he afraid? It was like he knew the answer to this, what this place was, and just couldn’t remember it right now. He was perfectly safe, even though the tentacle-thing came up and brushed his body a second time. Then it withdrew, as if satisfied.
What had he seen when he’d looked up.
A flying saucer. A fucking flying saucer! Only...it wasn’t a flying saucer. It was like the top of a mushroom, one of the kind that grows wild in the forest, the inedible kind. A toadstool. Only the shape was almost shiny and almost Jell-O-looking in texture, or like a jelly-fish, except there were no tendrils reaching down underneath, it was a compact ovoid shape, and it was the size of several city blocks across.
David had joined those who were running, and then...and then...what had happened next?
The tentacle was returning, and it was bringing its brothers with it. No, they were all part of the same...same what? Damn it, why wasn’t he remembering?
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Following is an excerpt from "Within the Maw:"
David awakened within a state of near darkness. Not total darkness, he could see a bit of what was about him...but none of what he said made any sense. Pale lines of some sort, tubes, or channels, or tentacles...or a mixture, some curved in a very organic way, others were far too ramrod straight to be alive. That was his first thought.
Second was...how did he even get here?
He had started out to work on a normal business day. He went out the door dressed in his suit, the brown jacket and tan pants today, and a dark brown tie over a cream-colored shirt, just adventurous enough to make people at the firm pay attention to him, no stockbroker could afford to blend into the background...
Where were his clothes? He was naked! What the fuck had happened?
Stirrings in the...tentacles around him. Why wasn’t he afraid of them? He ought to be terrified! All he was, was...puzzled. Where was he?
Okay, back to what he remembered before he woke up. He had been walking down the street toward the subway and there had been the sound of people shouting...yeah, one woman had screamed...some people were running but most had been pointing upward.
He had looked up himself and there it was.
What was it? It wasn’t clear in his mind what he’d seen!
One of the tentacles was getting closer. It wasn’t an octopus tentacle, it didn’t have suckers on it, it was just a sinuous, moving, living (presumably) thing that moved around smoothly as a snake. He could just see it, although it was like seeing dark purple against black, barely registering in his eyesight. Watched it as it reached up toward him. The tip of the tentacle was bulbous, like an artichoke tip. The tip reached up and stroked along one flank.
Why wasn’t he afraid? It was like he knew the answer to this, what this place was, and just couldn’t remember it right now. He was perfectly safe, even though the tentacle-thing came up and brushed his body a second time. Then it withdrew, as if satisfied.
What had he seen when he’d looked up.
A flying saucer. A fucking flying saucer! Only...it wasn’t a flying saucer. It was like the top of a mushroom, one of the kind that grows wild in the forest, the inedible kind. A toadstool. Only the shape was almost shiny and almost Jell-O-looking in texture, or like a jelly-fish, except there were no tendrils reaching down underneath, it was a compact ovoid shape, and it was the size of several city blocks across.
David had joined those who were running, and then...and then...what had happened next?
The tentacle was returning, and it was bringing its brothers with it. No, they were all part of the same...same what? Damn it, why wasn’t he remembering?
Tommyhawk's Fantasies: Alien Tentacles (Expanded Version)
Gay erotic stories with explicit language. Fourteen short stories of some out-of-this-world gay encounters going on with our men the sexual partners of alien beings with tentacles penetrating every orifice! And while these men may writhe and squirm as it happens, you know they'll end up loving those long strands of alien loving all over at once.
Following is an excerpt from "Within the Maw:"
David awakened within a state of near darkness. Not total darkness, he could see a bit of what was about him...but none of what he said made any sense. Pale lines of some sort, tubes, or channels, or tentacles...or a mixture, some curved in a very organic way, others were far too ramrod straight to be alive. That was his first thought.
Second was...how did he even get here?
He had started out to work on a normal business day. He went out the door dressed in his suit, the brown jacket and tan pants today, and a dark brown tie over a cream-colored shirt, just adventurous enough to make people at the firm pay attention to him, no stockbroker could afford to blend into the background...
Where were his clothes? He was naked! What the fuck had happened?
Stirrings in the...tentacles around him. Why wasn’t he afraid of them? He ought to be terrified! All he was, was...puzzled. Where was he?
Okay, back to what he remembered before he woke up. He had been walking down the street toward the subway and there had been the sound of people shouting...yeah, one woman had screamed...some people were running but most had been pointing upward.
He had looked up himself and there it was.
What was it? It wasn’t clear in his mind what he’d seen!
One of the tentacles was getting closer. It wasn’t an octopus tentacle, it didn’t have suckers on it, it was just a sinuous, moving, living (presumably) thing that moved around smoothly as a snake. He could just see it, although it was like seeing dark purple against black, barely registering in his eyesight. Watched it as it reached up toward him. The tip of the tentacle was bulbous, like an artichoke tip. The tip reached up and stroked along one flank.
Why wasn’t he afraid? It was like he knew the answer to this, what this place was, and just couldn’t remember it right now. He was perfectly safe, even though the tentacle-thing came up and brushed his body a second time. Then it withdrew, as if satisfied.
What had he seen when he’d looked up.
A flying saucer. A fucking flying saucer! Only...it wasn’t a flying saucer. It was like the top of a mushroom, one of the kind that grows wild in the forest, the inedible kind. A toadstool. Only the shape was almost shiny and almost Jell-O-looking in texture, or like a jelly-fish, except there were no tendrils reaching down underneath, it was a compact ovoid shape, and it was the size of several city blocks across.
David had joined those who were running, and then...and then...what had happened next?
The tentacle was returning, and it was bringing its brothers with it. No, they were all part of the same...same what? Damn it, why wasn’t he remembering?
Following is an excerpt from "Within the Maw:"
David awakened within a state of near darkness. Not total darkness, he could see a bit of what was about him...but none of what he said made any sense. Pale lines of some sort, tubes, or channels, or tentacles...or a mixture, some curved in a very organic way, others were far too ramrod straight to be alive. That was his first thought.
Second was...how did he even get here?
He had started out to work on a normal business day. He went out the door dressed in his suit, the brown jacket and tan pants today, and a dark brown tie over a cream-colored shirt, just adventurous enough to make people at the firm pay attention to him, no stockbroker could afford to blend into the background...
Where were his clothes? He was naked! What the fuck had happened?
Stirrings in the...tentacles around him. Why wasn’t he afraid of them? He ought to be terrified! All he was, was...puzzled. Where was he?
Okay, back to what he remembered before he woke up. He had been walking down the street toward the subway and there had been the sound of people shouting...yeah, one woman had screamed...some people were running but most had been pointing upward.
He had looked up himself and there it was.
What was it? It wasn’t clear in his mind what he’d seen!
One of the tentacles was getting closer. It wasn’t an octopus tentacle, it didn’t have suckers on it, it was just a sinuous, moving, living (presumably) thing that moved around smoothly as a snake. He could just see it, although it was like seeing dark purple against black, barely registering in his eyesight. Watched it as it reached up toward him. The tip of the tentacle was bulbous, like an artichoke tip. The tip reached up and stroked along one flank.
Why wasn’t he afraid? It was like he knew the answer to this, what this place was, and just couldn’t remember it right now. He was perfectly safe, even though the tentacle-thing came up and brushed his body a second time. Then it withdrew, as if satisfied.
What had he seen when he’d looked up.
A flying saucer. A fucking flying saucer! Only...it wasn’t a flying saucer. It was like the top of a mushroom, one of the kind that grows wild in the forest, the inedible kind. A toadstool. Only the shape was almost shiny and almost Jell-O-looking in texture, or like a jelly-fish, except there were no tendrils reaching down underneath, it was a compact ovoid shape, and it was the size of several city blocks across.
David had joined those who were running, and then...and then...what had happened next?
The tentacle was returning, and it was bringing its brothers with it. No, they were all part of the same...same what? Damn it, why wasn’t he remembering?
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| BN ID: | 2940015472226 |
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| Publisher: | Milford Slabaugh |
| Publication date: | 09/09/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 218 KB |
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