The Long Journey Home

Content Warning: The following story contains graphic sexual content that includes male anal, light bondage, light sounding, oviposition, and tentacular sex.

I. Lure

Generally speaking, I didn't typically go out on hikes with the intention of earth-shattering orgasms or life-altering sexual escapades. It's not that I had anything against exhibitionism or an occasional jerk outdoors, but that just wasn't where my head was at on pleasant Saturdays in the summer. It had long been a ritual of mine to drive into the national park on such days for a bit of off trail hiking. Some might call that ill-advised to do alone, but I was never the sheepish type and was fairly experienced with a good sense of direction.

That Saturday had been nothing but typical all the way out to my usual parking haunt. Looking back with the knowledge I have now, I'm fairly certain that even had I known what was in store I would not have gotten back into that car. Hell, I might have thrown away the keys.

I spent an hour off trail climbing through rocky forested terrain, but it was on my way back that my life got a whole lot more interesting. Nestled down near the bottom of a small valley was an outcropping of rock with a strange slit in it that at a distance could've been five feet deep or a hundred. I'd paused by this very oddity on my way out because I'd never seen anything like it before, but now that I walked by it a second time I felt a compulsion to stop and examine it further.

I had no flashlight with me that day and it's likely that if, peering into the hole, it had just been cold darkness staring back, I may very well have been on my way. But looking through the rocky slit I didn't see darkness. An inexplicable soft pink glow shone back at me. It was so curious a thing that I was immediately enraptured. My mind didn't even consider alternatives. I dropped my backpack at the entrance and slipped inside.

The depth of the passage was evident even before my eyes had adjusted to the darkness. A comfortable breeze emanated from somewhere up ahead that was pleasantly inviting. Sidestepping deeper, my hands slid over jagged rock. The blinding white light of the outside world began to fade, and inevitably was replaced by the incessant pink glow ahead. My progress forward became measured by changes in the passage around me. First it was the surface of the walls -- patches of a soothingly smooth material appeared, then soon replaced, the jagged rock. It was as if I was gliding my fingers over the sensitive skin inside one's thigh. Next the floor changed. The ground was no longer solid rock, but had softness that gave way with each step. Here I encountered my first obstacle as my shoes became stuck to this surface.

This sequence of events should have been steadily raising an alarm, but I felt so compelled to investigate the light that I was soon slipping out of my shoes and even my socks to dislodge myself and continue forward. The spongy flesh beneath me seemed to grip my feet as I walked, but it did not hold me in place.

At the end of the tunnel was an opening into a small chamber wide enough for my outstretched arms. The source of the light seemed just beyond now and was bright enough that I could clearly make out the pink, organic nature of everything around me. There was an inexplicable dull translucence to everything through which the light seemed to travel. Ahead was a slit in the flesh that bore an eerie resemblance to a labia. It stood waiting and my mind presented no choice but to enter.

Here, for the first time, I felt a mild claustrophobia. The walls were silky to the touch with a warm dampness, much like the inside of one's cheek, but they wrapped around my form snugly. Step after step I pushed forward with deep curiosity until at last my leading arm broke through to empty air on the other side. Like a middle-aged rebirth, I fell out onto my knees on an even softer floor than before. The fleshy pink surface jiggled ever so slightly at the impact.

II. Learn

This chamber in which I now found myself was the source of the dim light. Embedded within the ceiling it cast a calming glow across the walls, which absorbed my attention with fascination. The patterns were reminiscent of human muscle, though curious circular flaps dotted the walls, floor, and ceiling in no apparent organization.

With my feet once again beneath me, I found my hands drawn to the walls and the flap nearest me. It trembled at my ginger and exploring touch, from which I recoiled slightly. The trembling gave way to movement and then suddenly the flap opened to reveal a creature unlike anything I'd ever seen. Moving outward toward me, its form was that of a pink snake, though such a description suggests danger that it did not telegraph with its posture. It seemed highly prehensile -- almost tentacle-like -- with a continuous fleshy body bereft of markings. No eyes, mouths, or other features could be seen, though it clearly had a strong sense of my presence and appeared to react to my movements. Several feet of its slender body protruded from the flap as its head leveled with mine.

By now my sense of judgment had clearly dissolved under the tantalizing pink light, else I surely would have approached this unknown entity with far more caution (or even ceased to delve this far). Alas, my mind was ablaze with curiosity and I moved my hand out to touch my new company. With some eagerness it met my outstretched hand and I was treated to the silky warmth of its slightly slimy flesh. It seemed to delight in the feeling of my own skin and nuzzled my palm endearingly. This acquaintance demanded the entirety of my attention and so I never even noticed the slit from whence I came dissolving away behind me. Nor did I notice half a dozen other tentacles cautiously emerge from the floor around me. I startled at the feeling of one snaking up my lower leg and upon seeing the growing crowd around me I uttered a nervous laugh.

The tentacles took great fascination in my shirt and shorts. They seemed to understand that the clothes were not part of my skin and several crept into my sleeves curiously while others wandered up my pant legs. I held my arms out and watched with a nervous smile as they explored, but my attention was soon attracted below. One of the surveyors had stumbled upon the package tucked snugly in the front of my boxers. It seemed to know part of me was in there and it prodded innocently through the fabric. That pulled another nervous laugh from my lips as my dick twitched with interest.

With it rubbing me through my boxers my mind was racing. Who was I to deny it more knowledge? My body trembled ever so slightly as I unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them to the floor. The curious tentacle slid out from under them and rapidly returned to my growing bulge. With its interest affirmed, I looped my fingers under the bands of my underwear and pulled them down. My cock and balls spilled out into the foreign air -- a feeling that always got my heart pounding. I was half erect already and this action drew attention from the others. Feeling committed, I pulled off my shirt to present my complete naked form.

Whilst several of the tentacles poked and prodded at my exposed and engorging genitals, others were exploring my arms and legs, wrapping themselves gently around me. One moved up toward my face, seemingly interested in my mouth. It angled its head around in front of me quizzically before nuzzling up against my lips. With all caution having been thrown to the wind by this point, I opened my mouth to allow it entry. It slipped in gently and I had my chance to explore its silky flesh with my tongue. It tasted surprisingly pleasant, with mixes of both sweetness and saltiness in proportions that suited me. The exploration continued logically and my eyes widened as it pushed further into the back of my throat. My gag reflex fired quickly and it recoiled out of my mouth as I lurched forward. To my surprise it seemed to understand what that meant and took no offense to it, but my situation had developed in other ways.

I had scarcely paid attention to them, but the tentacles around my arms and legs had wrapped snugly enough to take hold of me. Shortly after recovering from the bout of gagging, I felt something below me that set my heart racing. I bent forward to see a new, larger tentacle that had emerged beneath me and found my asshole. As it nuzzled the tight opening I moved my arm to shoo it away... except my arm didn't move. The tentacles exercise a firm hold over my limbs and I became vocal while fruitlessly trying to move my body. The tentacle at my rear looked to be the width of my arm and I could feel it applying more and more pressure. I started shaking my head and pleading as though they could hear me, but the force against my sphincter only increased. The tentacles around my legs spread them gently which, I quickly realized, was an attempt to expose my asshole better. Eventually the pressure became so great that I knew it would get in. Hyperventilating now, I exerted an effort to relax my sphincter and within seconds the slimy head penetrated me with an inaudible pop.

I moaned loud and long at the feeling of so large an object pushing its way inside of me, but there was little time before it pressed on further. Inch after inch wiggled inside, filling me steadily, as though it was looking for another gag reflex. It surely wouldn't find one down there. Instead, it quickly met my second sphincter and its ascent was blocked yet again. There was a solid foot of tentacle burrowed into my ass by now and I had unknowingly become rock hard from the sensation. I felt a deep pressure start mounting inside and knew immediately what it was trying to do. I braced myself as it pushed, pushed, pushed... and popped through with such force that several more inches sunk into me all at once.

The sensation of this deep penetration was overwhelming. I moaned out loudly and couldn't stop myself from cumming. My cock spasmed, spurting discontinuous lines of semen onto the floor of the chamber. My shots narrowly missed the tentacle that had been inspecting my dick and it immediately took interest in my fluids. Its form corkscrewed down to the floor and I saw its head bloom open like the petals of a flower to reveal a long slender tendril inside. This tendril slid through my ejaculate eagerly and telegraphed something akin to excitement. Having tasted something it clearly liked the tentacle slurped up my cum as though it was water in a desert. When there was no more to be found it moved rapidly to the head of my cock where a few final drops clung to my glans. It eagerly took those too (much to my pleasure) and then did something that I should have seen coming.

Without missing a beat, the long, thin, prehensile tongue of the tentacle plunged into my urethra. Caught off guard I exhaled rapidly, but was surprised to find no pain or discomfort. Indeed, the feeling of the tendril wiggling its way down my shaft began re-hardening my cock. I felt it slip past my balls inside, deeper into me than I could have imagined. After a few moments I was hit by an almost electric feeling as it slid up to my bladder. A foreign internal pressure mounted and then, with a pinch, it slipped inside. It was in there for but a moment before it seemed to recoil and retracted its entire tongue in a hurry. It backed away from my cock as a stream of piss arched to the floor and I involuntarily emptied myself. It was clearly no fan, to which I couldn't help but chuckle.

But it knew what it wanted. Throughout this exploration the tentacle in my ass had remained deeply planted past my second sphincter. It now moved again, retracting itself back into my rectum before pushing through yet again. This time I didn't orgasm, but the tentacles seemed to have expected me to. It repeated its stroke again, then again, and again... and then I realized with nearly breathless delight that it was fucking me. Still failing to make me cum, it began trying different things. Longer strokes. Faster speeds. And then it went deeper. As the minutes crept by I noticed it penetrating further each time. It had picked up a good rhythm, and the indescribable feeling of three, then four, then five feet of tentacle pumping rapidly in and out of me had my cock throbbing in the air. I was moaning continuously by now, only emboldening it, and I looked down to see multiple feet protruding through my belly writhing like a nest of snakes.

That sight sent me over the edge and I came again, splattering the pink floor. This time the tentacle inside me didn't stop or slow down whilst the one in front slurped up every drop. Once it was finished (which didn't take long) it reared up in front of my cock, opened its bright pink petals, and latched around the head. It was warm and wet and I could feel the tendril dancing about inside of it. My body shuddered against the overstimulation at first, but as these tentacles methodically milked my cum from me they continued adapting.

III. Feed

With the tentacles at work in front and behind, one returned to my mouth. The ecstasy of my current situation slashed any inhibitions I might have had and I opened my lips to invite it in. It obliged with anthropomorphic eagerness and wiggled, almost snuggled, across my warm tongue. The taste and texture of its flesh was even more overwhelmingly enjoyable than before and my entire mouth engaged it as though it were some delicious forbidden candy.

I was between orgasms at the moment and so the tentacle inside me had slowed its pace whilst the petals wrapped snugly around my cock had replaced rolling suction with a firm pressure. This allowed all of my attention to be on that wonderful fruit in my mouth that I nursed like nothing else before. My tongue mapped every square inch of its surface with zeal, though I quickly found a favorite spot at the very front where a slight circular indentation almost allowed penetration. My ecstasy-fogged mind likened it to the lips of my own penis and shortly thereafter the comparison proved apt.

After several minutes of my tongue ravaging the tentacle, I felt a sudden burst of warm liquid into my mouth. It sloshed everywhere but I could taste it distinctly from the tentacle itself. My heart rate quickened as the supremely delicious nectar drove me wild. It was a perfect balance of sweetness with a hint of saltiness and it had a viscosity thick enough to be pleasing without being troublesome. I had barely profiled it before there was another burst, and this time my tongue felt it spurt from the hole at the front. I started gulping it down eagerly and suctioning as though feeding from a teat.

A slight smile was on my lips even with them wrapped firmly around the tentacle. I seemed to have made it cum, and it was feeding me its seed the same way I had fed it mine. The reciprocation was a warm connection between us as it pulsed again and again.

But then there was a feeling. As the juices swished around my mouth there was a tingle. It started in my tongue and then spread to my cheeks, lips, and throat - anything the cum had touched. It felt as though it was lighting up my nerve endings, making them more sensitive and firing even stronger signals. It was a deeply pleasurable feeling that intensified the flavors and feelings in my mouth. The tingling was followed by a sensual warmth and I quickly found myself openly moaning with pleasure as I tried to suck every last drop out of this tentacle.

Alas, the ejaculation couldn't last forever. The delicious juice stopped flowing, leaving my tongue and lips to suck away at it fruitlessly. It didn't seem to share the same refractory sensitivity that I did after orgasm and was content to stay put. Mercifully the tingling and heightened feeling in my mouth lingered even with the ejaculate having long since trickled into my stomach.

This experience had immeasurably turned me on with my cock once again throbbing within the clasp of the petals. It seemed to know I was ready even before I did, as the tentacle inside my ass had once again resumed fucking me. Each stroke was breathtakingly long with the full extension so deep inside me I could trace my moving bowels through my engorged belly. The rhythm rocked me gently back and forth suspended in air until I felt it start picking up speed. This was uncharacteristic and new. My breathing accelerated with the rising pace and I realized this time it wasn't trying to make me cum. Now it was its turn.

It was fucking me so hard that I was limp against the tentacles holding me. Drool was dripping down my face and I couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably. The sensation of my insides moving so completely and so quickly defied description. I simply let it happen and found myself praying that it would never stop. But it did. At the peak of its fever pitch the tentacle stopped abruptly at full insertion. And then every inch of it from sphincter to ribs shuddered in unison. My whole body twitched from the force of its ejaculatory spasm and somewhere deep inside I felt a literal blast of hot liquid. I watched in breathless delight as it pumped blast after blast of its seed deep into me. And then I felt it. The same deep tingling I had experienced in my mouth was now inside me.

My insides lit up like the Fourth of July. A firehose was spraying out somewhere in the labyrinth of my bowels. It began with the tingling and then every sensation became magnified. I could trace its cum inside me as it trickled forward and backward through my stretched gut, filling me more and more. Each new spasm smeared the juices against me as gravity sent it on a downward journey.

The tentacle in my ass was larger and clearly far fuller than the one in my mouth -- it didn't stop at a dozen spurts. Or two. Or three. Its cum poured through my insides minute by minute until at last I felt it drip past my sphincter. Ever the sensitive muscle to begin with, the warm, tingling nest of nerves twitching with excitement. I could trace the wayward droplets down my legs where it left trails of hypersensitive tingling even on my skin.

After several minutes of ejaculation my belly was now visibly distended and felt delightfully full. It jiggled with each successive spasm, leaving me wondering just how much I could take. But that question would have to wait. With its stores apparently emptied and the orgasm finished, the tentacle simply wasn't done.

After being nestled deeply inside of me for so long, its rapid retraction stole my breath. I was so thoroughly coated with its cum by this point, so hypersensitive, that as it withdrew ten feet of itself in seconds I was hit with the most overwhelming full-body orgasm I had ever felt. My suckling of the tentacle was disrupted by my screaming, at the top of my lungs, in absolute ecstasy. My penetrator wasted no time before plunging in again, resuming its furious fuck. It didn't make it even a foot inside before my cock spasmed harder than I thought possible. Had the petals not been wrapped snugly around the head to catch my nectar I would have surely shot over ten feet of distance. My legs were shaking violently as the tentacle burrowed back inside. Each stroke stirred my bowels relentlessly and I could hear the liquid sloshing with every bounce of my belly. The retraction of each rapid stroke pulled cum out with it, creating a constant spray down my inner thighs that eventually soaked my legs and feet. I was drooling uncontrollably and hardly able to hold my head up through the pleasure. As it bobbed around, my eyes to the floor, I found myself increasingly turned on by the sight of my own trembling and the torrent of its pink cum spilling out beneath me.

The thick ejaculate pooled below and I found myself desperately wishing to be allowed to drink it. That wasn't to be, but it could sate me in other ways. The tentacle in my mouth (which I'd been powerless to avoid suckling between screams) opened up once again to feed me with squirt after squirt of heaven.