Author's Note: This is either a tentacle story in the gay section or a gay story in the nonhuman section. To write I used a talk to text program that isn't always accurate. If you like my work, please consider helping me edit so I can publish the dozens of backlogged stories in this series.
World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle monsters invading Earth, very much an erotic homage to World War Z. These short stories do not need to be read sequentially.
Thank you AC for editing.
"I don't know what you're expecting Bobby," Samuel said. "It's not like there's gonna be a bunch of leather strapped queers that are going to take you the first chance they get."
"Still, it's a gay bathhouse..." Bobby said, adjusting the passenger seat.
"You'd be surprised, not that much sex actually goes on there anymore," Samuel said, sensing his straight friend was rolling his eyes. "So there's some, but for the most part it's in private rooms. Guys our age mostly come here to work out, swim naked in the pool, hit the sauna. I don't really see anyone use the maze or the cage anymore. The most that ever happens is they find some guy to jerk off within the theater. So who knows, maybe you'll have something interesting to confess to Vanessa."
"She knows I'm going," Bobby insisted.
"Of course she does, she probably suggested it. Hey Bobby, while I'm in Europe for the summer, why don't you just empty your load in my friend's mouth. Oh and take lots of pictures not because I find it super hot..."
Bobby winced because there was more than a little truth to it. Though not as ubiquitus as the lesbian fantasy, apparently plenty of girls who got off on picturing two men together. He tried to force it from his mind, but Bobby couldn't help but imagine it. Samuel's mouth closed around his cock, or bent over, spreading that muscular and toned ass apart.
Of course, he could never actually do it.
He remembered protesting when Vanessa selected her particular type of porn. It started with a straight man picked up from the street, convinced to blindfold himself while a topless blonde switched herself with another guy, tricking him into gay sex. Then after the reveal, she convinced the stranger to penetrate the other guy, to fuck him right there in the van in front of her with the promise of cash and a turn in her cunt after.
"So what, the dream is to have a girl that's into porn, just as long as it's only the porn you like? I'm just supposed to watch you drool over two girls at a time, but if I want to watch the exact same thing you do with two guys it's too weird for you?"
Bobby lost the argument, hiding between her legs, hearing the sounds of arousal and ecstasy as the smaller man bent over one of the cushions, moaning like a girl until the other man came on his buttocks.
And in those occasional glances, he looked up and found himself strangely aroused. Close up an ass was an ass. Besides, there were tits in the background.
That's what he told himself anyway, even as he stripped down in front of Samuel, paying his money to rent a locker and a small white towel that barely closed around his waist.
In spite of his internal proclamations, insisting on his own complete heterosexuality, he had stared at Vanessa's gay BFF, eyes riveted to that dangling dick. Even flaccid, his head dangled down past his balls, bigger than Bobby's.
And Samuel made no effort to hide himself.
Neither did any of the other well-hung hunks, turning changing clothes into their own strip show.
Trying to stop his own thoughts, Bobby turned around, wondering if the other men in the locker room were checking out his ass as he slid down his shorts, quickly hiding himself behind the towel. Then Samuel led them on a tour, brushing past a lot of the older men walking around the sparsely populated and dimly lit hallway with tiny little rooms, some of the men stretched out and waiting ass up for the first man to come in and fuck them.
It seemed too much at first, and then they were out by the pool, swimming naturally, enclosed by the massive privacy fence. And after his initial trepidation, Bobby found himself basking in all the attention. There were looks from the older gentlemen, even though he wasn't hung like Samuel, Bobby was impressive enough in that department, not to mention a good ten years younger than most of the other men.
And eventually it all seemed almost normal.
Exciting even, though Bobby couldn't quite admit why.
They relaxed in the hot tub, chatting until Samuel saw another younger man, blonde and twinkish. At first, Bobby didn't mind, understanding the universal bro code that gave Samuel the absolute right to drop him and try to get laid.
He told himself the blonde was not for him, that guys were not his things, but he found the impulse a little harder to resist. One by one, the thoughts became a little more intoxicating, his imagination starting to get him wondering...
