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Morel the Truffle couldn’t sleep, and the reason was rather embarrassing: he was horny.
Typically, he would have gone ahead and pleasure the cluster of nerves he had between his legs, waiting for his tentacle-like penis to become erect and protrude out of his mushroom foliage, however, tonight and probably future nights to come, it wasn’t that easy.
You see, Andrew the Guide, who used to live in the forest biome a little far away, had recently been relocated to the mushroom biome, where Morel lived.
Morel was the only residence of the mushroom biome, at least, before Andrew.
Most people didn’t like it. It was cold and damp, wet in odd places and was overall not a nice place to live in for most humans.
Andrew, however, didn’t mind it, or at least he wasn’t as loud with his distaste.
Truth to be told, Morel had a massive crush on Andrew.
Andrew was charismatic, kind, intelligent, seemingly loyal and funny. He was a very good man who happened to be the only person that wouldn’t become mysteriously hungry around Morel. That’s probably the main reason why he had such a crush on him.
Morel still had a problem however, and innocent thoughts about Andrew didn’t help subside his unplanned horniness.
Morel sighed and thought he may as well get it over and done with. He never uses the bathroom, never needing to, so even if he went in there Andrew would know exactly what he’d be doing.
The Truffle slipped his mitts down under his covers and got to work. The cluster of nerves reacted instantly. He was so sensitive that he had to bite the inside of his cheek so as not to make any noise. His mass of nerves was becoming softer and softer, wetter and wetter.
Then, out from the flaps of his skin, his luminous blue cock started to grow and poke out of the overhang. It increased in size as it got softer, stretching and extending outwards.
The feeling was amazing, great waves of pleasure coming in rapidly as he hummed quietly, touching his dick in all the right spots; first his shaft, rubbing it between his two fingers, then his tip, fondling it with his digits.
Suddenly, a cough was heard from the other side of the room.
Andrew!
Morel blushed furiously, not only his cap and cock glowing blue, but now his face too. He sat up and threw the covers tightly over his waist.
Morel turned quickly to Andrew, who was getting out of his bed, then turned towards Morel. “Oh, sorry…” He said in a tired voice, “I was just gonna get some water, I didn’t mean to wake you…”, “Oh. “No, you didn’t, Andrew.”.
Andrew smiled sleepily, turning to the door and walking away downstairs to the kitchen. Morel exhaled a great sigh of relief.
He didn’t really feel too much like playing with himself, the embarrassment of nearly being caught creeping up on him. The mushroom flopped back down onto the bed and closed his indigo eye, willing his erection to go back into its sheath.
He eventually heard the creak of the door opening and closing again and quiet tip-toe footsteps coming closer. Andrew walked as silently as possible. As he walked wearily to his own bed but tripped and stumbled, outstretching arms and landed right on Morel.
Morel jolted upwards as soon as he felt weight on his penis – Andrew!
Andrew yelped when landing on Morel’s bed, facing Morel’s glowing face and stuttering a hasty apology, smiling guiltily.
Andrew held onto the only thing keeping him on the bed and not crashing downwards onto the floorboards. It was under the duvet, but he could feel that it was some sort of soft cylinder with a curved, thin tip – wait.
The Guide gasped and let go of it quickly, banging his head on the floor when he fell. “S-Sorry, Morel!” He stammered hurriedly, crawling away quickly. “Wait, no, I’m sorry!” Said Morel loudly. “You? Why are you sorry? I’m the one who touched you down there!”, “It was an accident, it’s my fault I’m like this!”.
The disagreement carried on for a while until Morel finally got up out of his bed, his covers dropped down onto the floor. Andrew gasped as he looked at the tentacle protruding from his roommate; however, his gasp was quickly muffled by The Truffle’s mitts.
“It’s my fault, end of.” Andrew nodded quickly as he felt his own penis beginning to spur in his pyjamas. The sight of Morels dick, wet and slimy, what Andrew could only assume as pre-cum on the very tip, dribbling and dripping down onto Morel’s inner thigh had affected him deeply. The cock radiating in the same luminescent glow in which he could still see on The Truffle’s cheeks and cap.
Andrew’s cheeks burned a bright red colour, Morel noticing it as soon as he removed his hands from The Guide.
“I’m sorry Andrew, I’ll- I’ll go back to the underground if it makes you happier, I’ll never bother you again.”. The Truffle looked to the floor in shame. He felt Andrew’s coarse hand touch his cheek, bandaged as it always was.
“No, no, it’s fine Morel, trust me.”. Andrew didn’t know why he did it, maybe it was to try and comfort his roommate more and tell him he was in the same situation, but either way, he slipped his bulge out from his pyjama bottoms.
Morel stared at The Guide’s length. It was quite smooth, curving upwards slightly. Morel looked at it with a confused expression. It was a lot different to his. It seemed to get harder the more exited Andrew was, rather than softer and more flexible like Morel’s.
There was an odd sheath of skin at the very tip of Andrew’s, something that Morel did not have. “What’s that?” He asked, pointing at the skin. “That’s… that’s my foreskin.” Andrew touched his foreskin. “You can move it backwards, see?” Andrew demonstrated by moving the covering over his skin. A very pink head was underneath the skin, a slit with a little wetness on the very tip.
“Wow.” Said Morel, mesmerised. “Can I see yours?” Andrew asked, looking up to Morel. “Hm? Oh, yeah… sure.” The mushroom took hold of his own penis, holding it upwards so Andrew could see. The blue was bright and saturated, and a gooey transparent liquid covered the entire length.
“That’s pretty.” Said The Guide matter-of-factly. Morel’s eye widened. “Really? You think so?”, “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”. Morel’s heart buzzed as he felt himself fall for The Guide even harder.
“…Can I touch it…?” Andrew asked after a moments of hesitation. Morel’s eye broadened even more than earlier. Andrew looked embarrassed, opening his mouth to utter an apology until- “Sure. Can I… can I touch yours…?” Andrew nodded quickly… even… eagerly?
Tentative hands wrapped around Morel’s length, skimming over every millimetre of glossy skin. Morel found himself feeling Andrew’s erection. He put his two fingers between it, as he would do with his own, but it didn’t sit right with him, and by Andrew’s uncomfortable facial expression, he was right.
The Truffle’s own appendage also felt unpleasant. Andrew was trying to pump it, but with the flimsy, limp muscle it was, it ended up just flopping away.
“Why don’t we sort of lead each other?” The Guide asked, looking up to Morel. He nodded. “Ok… so um… I like it like…” Andrew took hold of one of Morel’s mitts and wrapped his two fingers and thumb around his dick. Andrew then started slowly moving Morel’s hand up and down. He eventually let go of the hand clasped around his cock.
“Is that good?”, Andrew nodded. “Ok… uhm… I seem to be quite a lot different… err…” Morel held Andrew’s hand lightly, leading two of Andrew’s fingers in between Morel’s shaft.
“Then you just sorta… rub? Like in a circular motion, c-counterclockwise…” Morel mumbled shyly. Andrew listened however and did as told. “Is that good, Morel?” He asked as he rubbed the mushrooms tentacle.
The taller man nodded, squeezing his eye shut. It was obvious he was trying to keep composure and not to moan, but The Guide wasn’t having any of that. “Hey, you know you can… you can let yourself go… if you want?” The Truffle nodded quickly, breathing heavily. “I know, I know can we just…” He let out a great sigh. “Can we just go to my bed… I feel I’m about to collapse.”
Andrew agreed and the two men stumbled to the bed, each other’s dicks still in hand. Morel practically collapsed onto his own bed, slouching down whilst Andrew sat up straight.
Morel practically purred in Andrew’s care, humming tiredly. Andrew himself was breathing very heavily, moaning quietly every five or six seconds.
“A-And… Andrew… I-I’m gonna…” With that, Andrew let go of Morel’s tentacle before the mushroom’s climax. “Wh-What?” Morel stuttered, straightening up and turning to Andrew, letting his own hand go limp around Andrew’s length, then withdrawing it.
“Sorry Morel…” The Guide started, looking genuinely apologetic. “I just wanted to try something else…if that’s ok?” Morel nodded hastily, a little hurriedly as he just really wanted to cum by the hands of his new roommate.
Andrew stood up and went over to his own bed, crouching down and pulling out a drawer from underneath. Morel didn’t recognise whatever Andrew had pulled out, now striding back to Morel’s bed.
“Do you know what this is…?” Asked Andrew sceptically. “…No…? What is it…?”. Andrew looked a little awkward, avoiding The Truffle’s gaze. “It’s a um… well… it’s to have penetrative sex, but without the risk of pregnancy and STDs.” He answered, uncertainly. “It’s called a condom,”.
“Oh… how… how can we do that…? Do humans have like… a vagina as well as a penis or something…?”. Andrew actually laughed at that, not a cruel or malicious one, just a kind and hearty one. Morel found himself falling for The Guide even more.
“Well… no… cisgender male humans don’t have vaginas, but we do have things called like… arseholes…? Sorry, this is such an awkward conversation.” Andrew blushed heavily, covering his red face with his sleeves.
“Do… do you want me to put my… thing,” Morel gestured to his tentacle penis, “i-in you…?”, “Kind of… yeah. Only if you want too of course, I was… I was just thinking…” Morel nodded.
“How do I… how do I wear that then…?”, “I’ll put it on you.” Andrew smiled at Morel. “You need to like… lube me up and stretch me for your dick though. I can stretch myself if you want?” Morel was downright confused. He knew some of these words and phrases but had no idea how to actually do it to Andrew.
“How do I… what do I…” Morel stuttered, looking to Andrew to the condom packet and back again. “It’s ok, no need to panic. I’ll go get some lube.” Andrew stood from the bed, walking back towards his own bed and pulling out a small clear bottle with a black pump.
“This,” Andrew started, walking back towards Morel, “Is lube, it’s to make it less painful and better for the both of us.” He smiled politely. “Is that ok?”. Morel hummed in agreement and Andrew sat down onto the bed.
“I’ve never like… I’ve never had sex with a man before… let alone a mushroom.” Andrew laughed ineptly. “I’ve… I’ve never had sex… ever.” Morel said, eye wide. Andrew’s eyes broadened too and then creased as he smiled, “O-Oh! That gives me more responsibility then…”, Morel looked at his roommate, mouth slightly agape.
“Do you want me to start uhh… lubing you up?” The Truffle asked. The Guide nodded shyly and slowly turned around on his hands and knees, showing all his glory to the mushroom. “Wow.” Morel said matter-of-factly.
Andrew couldn’t see Morel’s face, but could still imagine how he must look whilst looking towards Andrew’s incredibly tight hole.
Morel took the small bottle of lubricant and pumped a generous amount of lube onto one of his digits (Morel had large hands and only two fingers and a thumb, it was probably equivalent to three human fingers, but it was the smallest he could manage).
Morel, without really knowing exactly what he was doing, smeared the thick liquid down onto Andrew’s ‘arsehole’ (Morel could have sworn he had heard people like Darius the Arms Dealer call it ‘asshole’, but maybe it was something to do with Andrew’s accent).
Abruptly, Morel heard a whimper. “Ah- that’s… your fingers are really cold, Morel.” The Guide yelped. “S-Sorry… I- I don’t know how…”, “It’s fine, just don’t do it so sudden please.”.
Morel’s face coloured as he tried to lube The Guide up. Eventually, he asked: “Do you want me to put my finger… up there.” Andrew stuttered out a couple yeses and Morel began to stick his index finger into Andrew.
Morel’s finger was thick. Thick was probably an understatement, but Andrew didn’t know how else to describe it. He had fingered himself before and had even had anal sex before (his previous girlfriend had pegged him) but the preparation before that was in more skilled and practiced hands and her fingers were a lot slimmer. That didn’t mean that Morel was doing a bad job, however.
There was a slight stinging sensation, Andrew had come accustom to that by now however, and was now just blushing heavily, knowing that in maybe only a few minutes he’d be cowering and practically begging for Morel.
Morel was fingering Andrew in a sort-of rhythm now. By now, after a stammered please, Morel’s ring finger had joined his index and were now pushing into Andrew at the same time.
Andrew squirmed and sometimes jolted forwards or backwards but was usually quite still. “I- I think you can fuck me for real now, Morel.” Andrew said. Morel withdrew his fingers and Andrew turned around, opening his condom and slipping it onto Morel.
With Morel’s unusual shape, the condom looked quite silly on him, enough for Andrew to huff out a laugh. His tip was very slim and small whilst his shaft was thick and girthy. The condom had parts of plastic poking out at the very top whilst it wrapped snugly around the rest.
Morel found himself chuckling too.
Andrew then pumped some of the lube onto his own hands and fingertips, lathering up The Truffles dick with the lube. The condom already had its own oil, but Andrew just seemed to want to make the both of them as comfortable as possible.
Andrew lightly pushed Morel into a sitting position. Morel was confused for a second, until Andrew began to sit down onto him. Tight heat met his cold skin and surprisingly felt amazing. Morel whimpered, wrapping his arms around Andrew’s waist instinctively.
Meanwhile, Andrew cringed at the coolness entering such a warm, personal space. Andrew was just going to have to bear through until he either got used to Morel’s coldness or happened to warm Morel up.
Morel moaned loudly, surprising both himself and Andrew. He held onto Andrew tighter as he bucked his hips, gasping at the sensations.
Andrew himself thought the sensations were weird and unusual, not bad, but unexpected. He found himself laughing as The Truffle rutted against his own warmth, tickling his stomach with his big hands (probably accidental).
Without warning, Andrew felt Morel reach his prostate. Andrew found himself squeal with pure pleasure as Morel fucked him relentlessly. “Yes! Fuck, rrriii-hhhgt… right there MorELLL!” Andrew screamed, some words becoming unintelligible.
Andrew bounced up and down on Morel’s length, pure pleasure greeting him every two seconds. Morel held on tighter to Andrew, if he had nails they’d be digging into Andrew’s skin right about now.
As Morel and Andrew’s movements started to falter, both of them tiering out, Andrew slipped himself away from Morel’s cock and hands, placing his own hands onto The Truffle’s length.
Morel whimpered, hips bucking into The Guide’s grasp. “Andrew! I’m… I’m…!”, Andrew could feel the mushroom getting close, somehow. Morel’s cock was softening even more, it felt like jelly in his hands. It was producing a copious amount of liquids, all oozing out into the condom.
At some point, Morel’s mitts had snaked their way onto Andrew’s cock too, stroking it needily. “Andrew! P-Please!”. At that second, Morel’s dick began to spasm, much to Andrew’s surprise. The tentacle spewed and squirted out an odd, glowing blue fluid.
Just the sight alone peaked Andrew’s lust as he erupted right into The Truffle’s hands, ropes of cum stringing between Morel’s digits.
Andrew’s hands slowly began to edge away from Morel’s tentacle and vice versa. Andrew had taken away the condom, fetching a tissue from Morel’s bedside table and wrapping it round in the white paper before throwing it into the bin.
Morel whined from the violent orgasm, sleepiness washing over him like a large wave. “That was… that was good….” Said Andrew. Morel only hummed in agreement. Andrew stood up and walked over to the light switch The Mechanic had installed only a couple months ago and stumbled towards Morel’s bed once again.
Once Andrew had nicely tucked both himself and the sleeping Morel into bed, he had one final thought; they really needed to get a double bed.