My Jelly Boyfriend

by pmcapture

Science is important. It envelops our knowledge of our world around us, and even what lies beyond the realm of our atmosphere. However, it can also fulfill...practical desires. This is the story of how scientists finally artificially created a conscious being for the first time in history, answering every last question about ourselves. The conscious being escapes to find its love

4. Crying over spilled milk

Chapter 4 - Crying over spilled milk… or some other white liquid

As I was eating the last few bits of egg, I again looked up at my jelly boyfriend. I couldn't stop asking myself what the hell he was, how did he do all these amazing things, and why he specifically chose me out of all the others in Staten Island.

When I finally bit down on the last bite of egg, I felt ready for whatever my jelly boyfriend had to give me. I looked at his plate to see how much he had eaten. Before I could even process the amount of food on his plate, I felt a tentacle wrap around my dick. I was already moaning and this was the first thing that had to go down. I fell to the ground, where I discovered that my jelly boyfriend wasn't in his human-octopus form, but he was a straight-up puddle that was all over the kitchen floor. The tentacles were coming straight-up out of the liquid, like one of those pop-up books.

The dick-tentacle around my dick was jerking me off, which felt INCREDIBLE. It was as if I was frotting with another man, but it was an octopus instead. But this was only one of the many ways he would pleasure me next. I felt a tentacle starting to wrap around my leg, pulling me forward as if to tell me to sit up. I sat up, then another tentacle started to massage my balls. Meanwhile, I didn't notice that there were larger dick-tentacles beginning to rise out of the liquid behind me. One of those larger tentacles eventually went over my left shoulder and met my dick, almost as if they were kissing.

I was all heart-eyed and I didn't care what anybody thought anymore. I love my jelly boyfriend, and he loved me. I only needed him, he only needed me. This is what real, true love feels like. It did seem odd that this was a pink slime that randomly came into my house, but not anymore. From now on, we would do everything together. We would hurt together, we would socialize together, and we would most definitely love together.

I felt a dick-tentacle beginning to pound my ass, and this time, the slime knew where my g-spot was, and hit it every other time, if not every time. This again sent tidal waves of dopamine surging through my brain, flooding it yet again. I was this slime's toy and lover. It was giving me dick tentacles to give handjobs to, to suck, to blow, to have up my ass, to rub on my nipples. This was way different from before. Way different. This was a whole new level of pleasure that humans had never felt before in any situation. It was as if I was in an orgy with a dozen men, but they were all the same, beautiful person.

When things were beginning to get heated, my jelly boyfriend pulled the dick-tentacle I was blowing out of my throat, to morph the foreskinned head into his own, natural, handsome face. Then he gently closed the gap between my mouth and his, allowing us to kiss deeply, and moan together as we then had the strongest orgasm in both of our lives. Cum. Was. Everywhere. Just how the hell was I going to clean all this up?