Chapter 12 - Role Reversal
The next dream I had was a million times better than the last one, by far. I was dreaming about being with my jelly boyfriend in the park, nuzzling noses, giggling to each other, and nobody walking by ever gave us any weird looks. The people acted like it was perfectly normal for a pink, transparent slime with tentacles to be walking through the park with the man he loves. In fact, a little girl walked up to us and asked if we could be in her tea party. Of course, we both agreed, running to the little girl's tea party, which was a picnic basket surrounded by small plush toys. We sipped from little tea cups, and we loved every second of it.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my jelly boyfriend sitting in my computer chair yet again, but this time he was playing Grand Theft Auto V. He wasn't in his octopus form, though: He was in the form that he had when we were having sex on the couch: a pink version of myself. I guess this made it easier for him to relax and play, I suppose. It didn't seem like he was completing any of the missions, he just laughed maniacally as he ran around punching people in the face. Well hey, that's what most people do to have fun on GTA V anyway.
After carefully analyzing the situation, I realized the position I was in. I thought about the first time I met my jelly boyfriend. I was sitting in that chair, just getting ready to turn the PC off. I remembered that I was looking at gay tentacle porn when he came up to me and had sex. This was different, though. Right now, he's not in the mood. But I certainly am!
I carefully crawled out of bed and manuvered under his computer chair, weaving my way in between his legs, making sure he didn't notice. When I was on the floor next to his feet, I waited for the perfect moment to strike.
Eventually, my jelly boyfriend looked over his shoulder to check if I was up yet. What he saw instead was an empty bed, so he asked "...Where'd he go?" I saw his knees start to bend to an upright position. It was now, or never. I grabbed his wrists and putting them to the chair. This throughly surprised him: "Huh?!" I then rose my head up to his crotch level. "There you are!", my jelly boyfriend said in relief. I looked at his dick. It wasn't erect at all, but I could easily fix that. "Well, this seems famil-", he began to say, but he was interrupted by me putting his dick in my mouth, sucking back and forth, just like he did to me the night before.
He began to moan in pleasure as his boyhood was being sucked by his one and only lover. "Ah! Mark!" Hearing my name like that from him just made my erection even harder, having it point to the skies. My jelly boyfriend began moving his right foot around, looking for the right spot. I swear, he better not kick me, I thought. It was about five seconds before he found the jackpot. He grabbed my erect cock with his foot, and began moving it up and down.
"Mmph! Mmm...", I began to moan out loud as I was being given a footjob by the boy I loved so much. "Hah, hah...", I hear my jelly boyfriend say as his pole was being blown. I released my grip on his arms and reached around to finger his asshole. "AH! MMMPSH!" My jelly boyfriend was yelling at this point. He grabbed my head and shoved me into his rod, full force. I could feel his dick twitching as it released its juices into my throat. While I was swallowing his biological makeup, I also went over the edge, jizzing all over my jelly boyfriend's feet.
After the excitement was over, I lifted my head up, releasing his cock from my warm sheath, just like the night before. We were both breathing heavily. He looked down at me and politely asked: "So.. uh... hah... Are you.. gonna make breakfast... or should... I?" I replied, "I'll just warm up some pop-tarts or something. You don't mind, do you?" My jelly boyfriend looked up into the sky, as he answered, "You know? That will do just fine."