Switching It Up With My Slime Boy

I stood in the bedroom doorway, absently blowing on my tea, watching Tommy sleep. He was beautiful. He still is! He's not like, dead or anything. But, this is a story in the past. Hence "was". You get it.

But, for real, he was gorgeous. His body was slim, his limbs long, his features small and angelic, except for his lips, which were large and devilishly pouty. He slept on his side, leaning forward towards his front. One leg was thrown over the tangled covers while the other lay hidden beneath them. One arm reached out and his hand rested on the indent on my side of the bed, as if he were reaching out to me, even though I wasn't there. His hair was messy and loose, hanging halfway over his eyes.

I could tell he was in a deep sleep, because the fine lines of his body had started to soften and turn slightly blue. And, no, this wasn't alarming. Tommy is a slime-boy, you see. As in, made of slime. A slime being. A person made up entirely of slime, who could take any form he wanted, be anything he wanted. And, he chose to be Tommy, my little twink love.

I smiled at that and took a slurping sip of my tea. Tommy and I had met at a gay bar six months before. He'd been in his Tommy shape and the attraction was instant. The moment I saw him, I wanted him. He'd told me the morning after that he'd wanted me at the same moment. It was love at first sight. Or, lust, at least. The love came afterwards. Or maybe it was there the whole time? Was it possible that love at first sight did, indeed, exist and was just eclipsed by the physicality of our union?

Look at me, getting all philosophical. Tommy loves it when I give voice to my inner monologue. He says it makes me softer, more human. More human than this beastly exterior I wear.

No, I'm not a "monster", or supernatural creature. I'm run-of-the-mill human. Or, I guess run-of-the-mill doesn't really describe me. I'm a Greek God, but not in the literal sense. I'm a gym-rat. My body is a sculpture, and I love it that way. It takes a lot of work, and a lot of time. And, a lot of discipline. It's not easy, maintaining all this muscle.

If you need a label, I prefer muscle bear. My pronouns are definitely he/him, which would probably be obvious if you saw me, but I understand it isn't in this case.

Anyway, I'm getting lost in the weeds. If I were saying all this in front of Tommy, he'd be staring at me, doe-eyed, lips parted, eyes shining with love and desire. But mostly desire. Like I said, he loves it when I get all philosophical.

Damn. I looked down and saw that my cock was starting to swell with my thoughts of an aroused Tommy. I reached down and gave myself a fondle. Was this just a residual erection, or did I need to cum? My cock throbbed at my own touch and swelled even more. My head started to take on a purple shade as more blood rushed into it.

I definitely needed to cum. And, Tommy looked so delicious...

My mind was made up, and I set my tea down on the half-bookshelf that stood next to my bedroom door and walked quickly to the bed.

Tommy's bubble butt was absolutely stunning that morning, but I restrained myself from diving right in. With a finger, I gently caressed the curves of one butt cheek, dipping slightly into the valley between them. Tommy twitched in his sleep, feeling my caress, but not enough to wake him up. Perfect. My finger slowly, gently moved to his hip, then my whole hand descended and I gripped it, pulling my lips to his lower back.

I kissed him there, my lips and tongue pressed against his skin as my fingers gripped his hip, pulling him towards me. His skin was warm and soft, smooth, and had more give than it normally does when he's awake. I smiled to myself. It was going to take more to wake him up than my lips on his back. And I knew just what to do.

I yanked on his hip, drawing his ass towards me. His skin tightened slightly under my fingertips; he was awake. I didn't give him time to open his eyes or realize what was happening. With my thumb, I gripped one cheek and pulled it to the side, revealing his sweet little puckered asshole.

Tommy was always fond of reminding me that he didn't need an asshole. As a slime person, he had different ways of excreting waste from his body. He made his little pucker just for me. I didn't mind one bit. It was a cute and I loved playing with it. I dove in, and took ownership of that little hole. My nose went between his cheeks first. I dragged it through the valley until my mouth was on his hole and I licked him.

Lick might be a bit tame to describe what I did to him. My tongue speared out from between my lips and dove into his puckered ass. I pulled his hips towards me, and pushed my face in deep, shoving my tongue in as far as it could go. I swirled it around, curling the tip, stimulating him as much as I could.

Tommy gasped, his eyes flew open and his hand flew back to land on the back of my head. He pulled me closer, pushing my face deeper into his ass-crack. I could feel his body shudder under my ministrations and the shape of his ass solidified even as his asshole relaxed to receive my tongue.

I love eating Tommy's ass. It drives him absolutely wild and gets him ready for my cock. A turned on Tommy is a wild Tommy, and he will do anything to please me. From the sounds he was making with my tongue deep in his puckered hole, I knew he was wildly turned on. I couldn't wait to get inside him, to bury my length in between his cheeks. I decided I was going to fuck him doggy-style. I wanted to see my cock entering him between the curves of his ass, and watch the muscles in his thin back flex and relax as he squirmed in front of me.

Between my legs, my own cock strained forward, begging for stimulation, begging to slam into Tommy's body. I reached down and gave it a tug. The pleasure from my own touch swam through me. My balls tingled and my head swelled. I wasn't going to last very long when I finally got inside him. Maybe I'd get to come twice this morning.

With my other hand, I released Tommy's hip, letting him pull my head deeper into his ass, and reached around to grip his dick. It's small, barely five and a half inches when erect, and his sack and balls are neat and collected against his body. As a slime boy, he could have any size he wanted, but he claims to like a small package, especially since he's a bottom.

I wrapped my hand around his balls, caressing them roughly in a way that left my thumb free to stroke the bottom of his shaft. A high-pitched whine of pleasure escaped Tommy's throat through clenched teeth, and I smiled and growled into his ass. He was ready, and so was I.

I let him go and stood up. I gripped his hips and pulled, turning him so he was face-down-ass-up, and stared at him. God, this boy was beautiful! My cock strained forward, seemingly with a mind of its own. I wanted to be deep inside him, to feel his ass clench around my shaft as I drove into him, over and over, until I came, painting his insides white with my semen.

"No, wait, stop," panted Tommy. He looked at me over his shoulder, his eyes dropping hungrily down to stare at my erection. With lithe, sinuous movements, Tommy stood and turned around to face me. His hand dropped down to my cock and started to stroke me, with smooth, practiced movements. He stared up at me, his eyes wide with desire, his large lips parted and glistening and he whispered, "I want to top you, Daddy."

I stopped. It took a second for my aroused brain to register what he'd said to me, but it made me smile. He was just so damn cute!

I stared into his eyes and took his chin between my thumb and forefinger and lifted his face so our eye contact would be even deeper, soul-searching. "You know that's not going to happen," I said to him, my voice a low growl, almost a rumbling purr. "I'm the top," I added.

Between my legs, Tommy's hand continued to work, stroking my length. His hand slid forward, in towards my body, and his long fingers reached out and wrapped themselves around the base of my sack, pulling it. It was... uncomfortable. But, in a good way.

Tommy must have seen some evidence of my minor discomfort flash across my face, because he smiled a little pixie smile. Mischievous. His fingers wrapped around me even tighter, which made me involuntarily try to pull away, which only made his grip on my junk tighter.

"Tommy?" I said, my tone questioning though I wasn't really asking a question. I was asking him to let me go. He smirked and complied, then took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed. The heat that had been building between the two of us evaporated, or at least got dunked in a bath of ice water. There was still something there, some seed of arousal, but something blocked its full expression.

He looked up at me and told me what it was. "Brandon," he said my name. "We've been together for a few months now and..." he sighed. "This feels to me like we've got more than just a casual relationship. We're doing more than fucking. And," he paused and stared into my eyes with his clear, blue gaze,"I want us to be equals. So," he stood up and folded his arms, "it's my turn to be the top."

I hesitated. What he'd said was true; we were more than just fuck buddies. He was more important to me than a casual date. He wasn't a living cocksleeve. And... if this was important to him, I guessed that I could indulge him.

I raised my eyes to meet his gaze again. I guess I'd dropped my own to the floor while I was considering his words. "Ok, Tommy. I... I can agree to that. That makes perfect sense. But," I raised my finger to interrupt him as his lips parted to let his words out, "I reserve the right not to cum." His lips jutted out in a pout and his stance changed, popping one hip out. He was starting to get angry; we'd been together long enough that I knew that look.

Before he could protest, I cut him off again. I did a lot of that, that night. It was rude of me, but it all worked out in the end. "I'm not a bottom. I don't like it. So..." I shrugged helplessly, "I probably won't come. But, I'll do this for you."

He took a second to process my words, then nodded, his angry stance evaporating like the heat had earlier. But, with the flight of his anger, his arousal returned. He stepped in close, his hand reaching out to grip my rod again, and his long, supple fingers returned to their ministrations.

"All right. Get on the bed," he said. "Face down. Ass up."

I smirked. He was turning my own desires against me. It felt weird, but I was committed to this game. I climbed on the bed, taking the position he demanded. "Like this?" I growled the question. I was still slightly annoyed, but like I said, I was committed.

There was a moment's pause, then Tommy let out his high pitched giggle. "Yes, just like that! It's perfect." I growled again and was about to say something, when he started.

Suddenly, his face was buried between my cheeks, his tongue licking and lathering the bottom of my sack, his nose pressed up against my own puckered hole. It took me by surprise and I almost pulled away, but Tommy's hands gripped my hips and pulled me back into his face. The feeling was...

I'm normally the one in control. I like being in control. I like being the one to make my partner squirm and beg. When I'm not in control, it's hard to enjoy it, but that time?

It was hot. I was into it. Despite all the time that's passed since then, and all the other times Tommy has taken the lead, I don't understand what made it different with him then, why I was so satisfied giving him control. Perhaps it was the feelings that were between us? The trust? Or maybe he was able to stimulate me in ways no one else could because he is a slime person?

Anyway, I'm waxing philosophical again. None of these thoughts were going through my head while Tommy went to town on me. The feelings were so incredibly good, I couldn't help it anymore. I reached down and grabbed my shaft and started stroking. What Tommy was doing felt so good and I just needed that little extra.

He slapped my hand away from my cock, pushing it back up to lay on the bed. "No. That's a bad boy," he said in a teasing voice. I growled at him again. This whole adventure started because I needed to cum, and the need had only grown. I needed to cum.

He must have read my mind because he chuckled and leaned into me. I felt the tops of his thighs press into the back of mine as his small cock started to probe clumsily around my rear.

"You'll get yours, big boy. I promise," he said. He leaned forward, laying his chest on my back as his hands slid up from my hips and around to my chest. His long-fingered hands gripped my pecs, squeezing them and tweaking my nipples. "Just. Be. Patient," he whispered, in time with the tweaks.

He stood back up. One of his hands planted itself firmly on my lower back as he used the other to guide the head of his little cock to my back door, and he pushed himself in.

I don't know if you know this about slime people, but they don't need lube. They are lube. Kind of. Their bodies are naturally slippery, unless they are taking a form where they make the outer skin not slippery. So, when Tommy pushed himself inside me, there was no tugging at the skin, no pain as he entered. One moment I was empty, the next, I was full.

Or, rather, not full. Tommy's idea of a twink body involves a small package. That had never been an issue, but right then, it felt a little disappointing. I guess I must have made some kind of sound, or something. Somehow, Tommy guessed that his little twink cock wasn't enough.

"Is that not enough for you, big guy?" he teased. "Well, try this on for size!" Something pulsed inside my ass and, in that instant, Tommy's twink cock was a hammer. I gasped and leaned forward, burying my face in the comforter on the bed. The sudden increase in size was shocking, but oh-so-good-and-satisfying!

Tommy leaned over my back, his stomach laying on top of me and he whispered in a voice laced with concern. "How's that? Is that good?"

It was all I could do to nod and groan an affirmative that it was good. Very good. He pulled away from me, slowly drawing his oversized cock out, then just as slowly, pushed it back in.

At the risk of repeating myself, I will again say, it was very, very good.

I groaned my pleasure into the tangled bed covers underneath me, my eyes rolling back in my head. The tangled fabric worked its way into my open mouth and I found myself biting on it in time with Tommy's thrusts. His thighs slapped against my thighs with each one, and I rocked forward, my vision blanking out in pleasure.

I must have groaned again, because Tommy chuckled as he began to speed up. "Yes, that's my good Little Beast," he cooed. "Take my big fat dick in your ass. Love my big fat dick." He made a growling noise in the back of his throat.

I'll be completely honest and say that, I didn't like being called "Little." I've put too much work into being big. Little is just not a word that describes me. I was about to protest when he rammed his cock back into me, and my words turned into a moan. Still, I had my ego to protect.

"I'm not 'Little'," I managed to say between pants.

"Mmm, what was that?" Tommy cooed in response, ramming himself into me again, ripping another moan from my throat.

"Little. Not me," I managed to get out.

Tommy chuckled. I felt him put both his hands on my back, then slam into my ass again. "You're right. You're not," he admitted in a self-satisfied way. "But, you are such a beast!" He laughed to himself again. "You're my beast."

Another thrust, another aroused groan from my lips. "Yes. Your beast!" I agreed.

"Oooh, I like that," Tommy said, in between pants. "Say it again. Who's beast?"

"Ugh, I'm your beast!" I grunted out in time with his thrusts. I squirmed underneath him, trying to rub the head of my dangling, erect cock against the inside of my thighs. It was throbbing and desperate for stimulation. The anal Tommy was giving me was wonderful, but it wasn't building me up to an orgasm, for sure. And, I still needed, needed to cum.

Tommy must have realized what I was doing, what I needed, because he stopped thrusting, his hands on my lower back, his breath coming in quick pants. "Do you need something else, Beast?" he asked, his tone teasing.

"God, I need to cum!" I groaned. "I need to stroke. Can I stroke it?" I begged. Part of me was appalled that I had stooped to such a level, but most of me just felt hot. Super hot and aroused. I was begging to pleasure myself. I'd given control over, and it was incredibly sexy. Begging for more while Tommy's fat cock was inside me felt so wanton. So slutty.

"Hmmm," Tommy pretended to think about my request, holding himself still. There were no more thrusts, no more squeezes, nothing to give me any kind of stimulation. And, rather than cool down my engines, it was only driving them to greater heights of arousal.

"No, you can't," he finally responded. "But!" he interrupted my protestation, "How about some nice prostate milking, eh?" Inside me, his cock curved down, pressed and slid, pressing on my prostate. The pleasure was immediate and intense, the pressure making my cock swell. I instantly felt the pressure, the buildup, all the signs of an orgasm.

Tommy drew out of me, his thick cock sliding out of my hole, then sliding back in, but all the while his cock head continued to stroke my prostate, an impossibility for anyone without a prehensile cock. Another withdrawal, and another thrust, and I cried out as my orgasm took me.

Prostate play and prostate orgasms are nothing new to me, for sure. But, I'd never experienced one quite like this. It was Earth-shaking. My cock shuddered and pulsed so many times, emptying my balls, spraying my cum down onto the bed as Tommy's cock-head continued its ministrations inside me. I have no idea how many times I spurted, but I'm pretty sure Tommy had me in such a state that I wouldn't have been able to count past three.

When I finally came back to myself, Tommy was still inside me, thrusting softly, slowly, in and out. "How was that, my beast?" he said in a quiet voice. It seemed perfect, just quiet enough to match the post-orgasmic bliss, but loud enough to let me know that he wasn't done. And, he wanted to finish. In response, I gave a small little moaning sigh.

"It was delicious. Soooo good."

His cock continued to slide slowly into me, then slide slowly back out. In and out. In. Out. It wasn't arousing, at this point. I'd just blasted everything I had inside me down onto the bed. I didn't think I had another orgasm in me. But, his presence was comfortable. I didn't want it to stop, not for a long, long time.

"Good beast," Tommy said in his soft voice. It made me shiver with pleasure. It felt strange. I'd never been one to crave praise like this. Truth be told, I'm not even sure I was craving it right then, but his words, his tone, they felt good. I wanted to keep feeling good, just like that.

"Did you cum?" I asked, my own voice low and soft. Tommy chuckled. I imagine he shook his head, his long locks falling over his eyes. I couldn't actually see him. I had my eyes mostly closed, all my concentration on my satisfied cock and the comfortable fullness in my ass.

"No. Not yet. But, I want to." He paused, his slow thrusts stopping as he leaned over me to get his lips as close to my ear as possible. "I want to cum in your ass. I want to creampie you. Give you such a beastly creampie, fit for my Beast." His breath puffed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine again. "Do you want that?"

There was no question. Yes, I wanted that. I nodded my head, my stubbled chin scraping on the sheets balled up underneath me. "Yes, I want that." Tommy chuckled again.

"What do you want, Beast? Say it."

A smile quirked the side of my mouth. Once again, he was using my usual techniques against me. "I want you to creampie me. I want your cum in my ass," I answered.