The Long Tetromino Piece Falls Into My Butt Just In Time

Rodney Blimp loves to hit the arcade after work, blowing off steam by playing one of his favorite classic games, Tetrominoes. After people start noticing his high scores, they encourage Rodney to step up his game and enter the international championships.

Rodney enters and soon finds himself at the final showdown, but when the long cyan piece doesn’t show up and Rodney’s stack of digital blocks grows higher, he’s forced to pull an unexpected move — he pauses the game.

Ten years later and this match is still undecided, but when a handsome living tetromino enters Rodney’s life he’s forced to confront the past, and create a new erotic future.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on gay long tetromino action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, and sentient falling block love.

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Some people like to relax with a glass of chocolate milk and a warm bath. Other’s come home from work and put on their favorite show, settling in for a long night of binge watching. I, on the other hand, come here.

The arcade is full of rattling, ringing bells and dancing lights that flicker brilliantly through the dim light of this small room. It’s loud in here, the music piped through a set of hanging speakers above, but it’s not so loud as to be distracting. At least, not for me.

I can see how other folks might find this situation wholly unpleasant, but I’m not like other folks. This arcade is a deeply nostalgic place for me, a sanctuary I’ve been coming to for decades. I grew up among these wooden cabinets, the quarters draining through my fingertips in exchange for games that filled my heart.

After all this time, I’ve gotten pretty good at a few of them. Of course, several machines have come and gone over time, older duds replaced by new and exciting games that’ll draw crowds for months and then fall away like the ones that came before.

The classics stick around, though, and those are the ones I dedicate most of my time to.

I step up to one such machine and push a fresh quarter into the slot. There’s a loud metallic splash from somewhere deep within the cabinet, then a digital chime as the game registers my payment.

I slap the start button,focusing up.

This particular game is called Tetrominoes, and it’s quite possibly the most popular videogames of all time. The secret to its success is incredibly simple, a fast-paced dilemma that consists of various colorful pieces falling from a digital sky. These blocks are combinations of four smaller squares, arranged in various ways so they can all fit together like a puzzle.

Every time a line is arranged without any empty spaces, this line is cleared and points are scored. It’s a thrilling accomplishment, a surge of primal satisfaction pulsing through your system with every successful evaporation.

But this pales in comparison to what happens when you clear an four stacked rows at once, something that’s only possible with the notorious long tetromino piece. This maneuver is worth many more points and is quite difficult to pull off. The strategy can be dangerous, but it’s a move that all the best tetromino players use to maximize their score. In the big leagues, you can’t afford to break lines any other way.

The game before me starts as a barrage of pixelated blocks begin to fall. The tetrominoes plummet in a never-ending avalanche, dropping one after another as I place them in perfect order.

Most players would find the speed I’m working at incredibly frantic and difficult to keep up with, but I’m not like most players. I’ve been doing this long enough that these moments have the exact opposite effect on my brain. As I watch the colorful blocks move I find myself slipping into a beautiful, trace-like state.

I’m in the zone now, the noise of this arcade falling away as I become one with my tetrominoes. Time begins to stretch and bend around me, not sure if it’s been one minute or one hour since I started my game.

Eventually, the speed is simply too much to maintain. I’ve built my stacks and left plenty of room for the long piece to come along and destroy them with a single blow, but unfortunately the type of piece any player receives is randomly generated. Right now, the long piece is nowhere to be found.

By the time I’ve receive on it’s already too late, and despite my best efforts to guide this long block into a waiting hole, it doesn’t arrive in time.

I lose the game.

The second this happens, I hear an unexpected noise from all around me. A crowd is cheering, which is hardly the response you’d anticipate for dropping the ball in a videogame. Apparently, my score was pretty good.

I turn around to find that a gathering of fellow gamers has been posted behind me this entire time.

“Oh, hey,” I stammer. “I didn’t know anyone was watching.”

The applause continues for a while, then slowly fades as folks begin to wander off into the darkness of the arcade once again. Eventually, only a single face remains.

“Hey, I’m Kayla,” she introduces herself. “That was incredible. What a performance.”

“Thanks,” I reply, still feeling a little awkward about all this attention that’s been heaped upon me. “I’m Rodney.”

“Who’s your coach?” Kayla continues.

I smile, a hearty bloom of laugher spilling from between my lips. “That’s good.”

Kayla furrows her brow, slightly confused. It takes a moment for me to realize that she’s being serious.

“Oh,” I finally continue, stifling my expression. “I thought you were joking. I don’t have a coach.”

“Agent?” the woman asks. “Manager?”

I shake my head. “I don’t have those either. I just like to play.”
 Kayla’s face immediate shifts to a display of deep skepticism, as though I’m the one messing with her now.

“I’m serious,” is all I can think to say.

Kayla’s stern expression holds, but a moment later she cracks. “Wait, are you being serious?”
 I nod.

“You’re so fucking good, though,” Kayla continues. “Have you ever considered competing?”

“In playing Tetrominoes?” I clarify, already scoffing. “I don’t think so.”

“You’d do really well,” Kayla explains. “Like really well. The International Tetrominoes Competition Of Champions is here in Billings this weekend. You should enter.”

I laugh. “I don’t know about that. They’d probably blow me out of the water.”

Kayla nods past me, gesturing to the score of my latest game. “If you’re putting up points like that, maybe not.”

I consider this for a moment, then shake my head. “It’s a little intriguing, I’ll admit, but I come here after work to relieve stress and have fun. Turning it into a competition might get in the way of that.”

With that, I turn back to my machine and prepare another quarter for entry.

“There’s prize money,” Kayla announces from behind. “If you win the international, you’ll never have to worry about stress relief after work because you’ll never work again.”
 I freeze, then turn back to face her. “Where do I sign up?”

Arriving at the arena, I’m blown away by just how much effort was put into this evening’s festivities. Huge blow-up tetrominoes have been placed in various locations around the parking lot, and a massive projector plays a clip of falling blocks against the side of this massive building.

I drive up to one of the staff members who’s directing traffic. “Hey,” I start. “Where do I go if I’m a competitor?”

“Right over there,” he offers, guiding me onward.

I pull up and park, trying my best to ignore the waves of intimidation that wash over me while approaching the arena’s back entrance. A folding table is set up out here, ready and waiting for the players to check in and receive their initial placement within the massive tournament bracket.

“Hi, Rodney Blimp,” I offer, stepping up to a man with various paper sheets spread out before him.

The man smiles when he hears this, marking my name on one of the closest forms. “I’m glad you made it,” he states. “Everyone’s been talking about you. Good luck out there.”

“Oh, thanks,” I stammer.

The man nods. “You’re gonna do great.”

He’s not wrong.

Over the course of the evening my tetromino dropping skills are more than enough to carry me through various stages of the competition. The first few rounds are massive free-for-all events that feature ten players per game, but as time goes on I find myself in smaller and smaller batches of players.

The skill level also increases as I go, but I quickly discover Kayla had been right about my natural ability. Even in the later rounds, I rarely need to put in much of an effort.

The next thing I know, I’ve arrived at the final match.

It’s only now that I remember how much prize money is on the line, the enormous stakes of this competition finally getting to me. They’ve set things up in a rather dramatic structure, allotting all the prize money to the first place winner and leaving absolutely nothing for the players who come after.

In other words, it all comes down to this.

As I take the stage of the main event, the whole arena erupts in a chorus of wild applause. This is a far cry from the small gathering I’d amassed back at the arcade, now a throbbing mob of people so fired up that their voices have transformed into a breathtaking sonic wave. It’s so loud that I actually worry I won’t be able to focus on my playing, but they fortunately die down as the game is about to start.

This section of the competition has found itself with a brand new set of rules. Instead of the final two players going head to head at the same time, we’re each allowed a full game to ourselves.

Whoever gets the highest score wins.

My opponent has already gone, picking up a rather sizable total I’m admittedly worried about. I’ve scored higher in the past, but only on my best days.

Now, my future rests on a single round.

The game begins and the tetrominoes start falling, multi-hued pieces thundering down at incredible speeds. The beginning is a little rocky — as very few of these blocks are easy to work with — but I manage to work things out and keep my head on straight.

If I’m going to win, it’s imperative that every single line break happens four at a time.

Much of this strategy is skill, but unfortunately luck is also playing a huge roll. If the long tetromino pieces don’t come with I need them, I’m screwed.

As this game continues the tension builds, my hands growing sweaty and my heart slamming within my chest. My eyes are so focused on the screen that they’re actually starting to hurt, but I know I can’t look away.

It’s not long before dread begins to wash over me, pumping through my veins like a vicious poison. My tower of blocks is growing higher and higher, but there’s no long piece to be found.

This digital tetromino structure looms at the corner of my screen, threatening to touch the ceiling at any moment and end my round.

If the piece I’m looking for doesn’t arrive in the next few seconds, I’ll lose.

Suddenly, my hands move in a completely unexpected way. I dart one finger slightly upward and press a button at the center of the controller, pausing my game.

The crowd gasps as everything comes to a screeching halt, then gradually falls into confused silence.

Moments later, a voice comes crackling over the arena loudspeaker. “Uh… what’s going on?”

A microphone has been placed on the table next to me for announcements, although I doubt this is what they had in mind. I pick it up and speak.

“I’m pausing the match,” I state, my voice booming. “There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t pause this match.”

There’s silence from the PA voice, then the brief sound of someone rustling through papers and various rulebooks. A muffled discussion rumbles down from the speakers above, their words inaudible but the meaning quite clear thanks to the frustrated tone in their voice.

Finally, the voice returns. They clear their throat. “Looks like you are correct. How long do you expect this break will last?”

“We’ll see,” I retort.

It’s been ten long years since that fateful day. You’d think I’d have moved on by now, my thoughts free to roam wherever they please, but instead I’m still wracked with guilt. I think about that massive, empty arena, the fans long gone and the place empty and quiet, yet still a massive projection of my paused Tetrominoes game remains.

Nobody has used the space since then, as my game is not technically finished.

Every once in a while a reporter will find me, shooting over an email and asking for a comment on my situation with The International Tetrominoes Competition Of Champions, but I never have one.

For a long time I maintained hope that the perfect piece would arrive; that I’d talk myself up and consider heading back to that arena to finish my game. Unfortunately, I never managed to do this, and the longer I waited, the more doubtful I became.

A whole decade without a long piece is a very long time to wait.

I tried playing Tetrominoes at home or back in the arcade, but even under these circumstances my piece never came.

By now, I’ve given up.

Today is a day like any other. I get up, go to work, and head home. There is one exciting treat, however, in the form of a quick trip to the grocery store so I can buy a little produce.

I head inside and approach the fruits and vegetables, strolling quietly up and down the aisles as I consider what I should get. A salad for dinner sounds nice, so I start with a head of lettuce and some carrots to go along with it.

As I move to grab a bushel of the orange roots another hand reaches out in unison, our fingers awkwardly bumping into one another.

“Oh!” I blurt. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” comes an apologetic reply.

I glance up and feel my heart skip a beat, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes come to rest on the absolutely magnificent sight before me. I’m face to face with an enormous, long tetromino piece, the living object smiling warmly. He’s a brilliant purple hue and absolutely gorgeous.

“You can have it,” I stammer.

The tetromino laughs. “Thank you,” he replies, placing the carrots into his basket. He turns to continue onward then stops, hesitating before turning back to face me. “I’m sorry, but you look so familiar,” the living object states. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“I don’t think so,” is all I can think to say.

“I’m Alex,” the tetromino offers, reaching out and offering his hand.

I give him a firm shake, and suddenly the living object’s eyes go wide.

“Oh my god! You’re Rodney Blimp!” he erupts. “That’s how I know you! You’ve had a tetromino game going for what… a decade?”

I nod awkwardly. “Yep, that’s me.”

The two of us stand clumsily for a moment, not entirely sure what to say next.

“You think the right piece is gonna come along for you?” Alex finally asks.

There’s something unexpected in his tone, a subtle hit of aching desire lurking just below the surface. This moment is shocking, but at the same time I suppose it makes sense. In the tetromino world I’ve been playing hard to get for ten years, which is a hell of a power move.

The feeling of attraction is mutual, of course. I can’t help but find myself drawn to this lengthy tetromino piece, immediately feeling an aching, carnal pull even in these distinctly everyday circumstances.

“What was it like playing The International Tetrominoes Competition Of Champions?” Alex asks, genuinely curious. “I’ve only been in small time games. Something like that sounds so fun, though.”

“It was a lot,” I reply, “but I wasn’t too stressed until the last match.”

“I mean, technically, you’re still in the last match,” Alex states.

I nod sheepishly. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

Another moment of awkward silence.

“Hey, could you show me?” the living object suddenly blurts.

I furrow my brow, confused. “Show you what?”

“The arena,” he explains. “You can go back whenever you want, right?”

I nod.

“I mean, you wouldn’t have to play or anything,” he continues.

That place holds a lot of psychic weight for me, and on any other night I’d shut this idea down immediately. Something about Alex is different, however, and for the first time I actually feel like taking a little stroll down memory lane.

With him by my side, it actually sounds kinda fun.

The arena is vast and dark, an enormous glowing screen with my paused Tetrominoes game rising high before us.

Alex and me step out into the middle of the wide open floor, our voices echoing through this dim expanse.

“Wow,” is all the living object can think to say. “It’s really nice in hear. Quiet.”

“It wasn’t like that ten years ago,” I reply with a laugh.

“Maybe we can make a little noise then,” Alex suggests, lifting an eyebrow.

I glance over at him, not entirely sure what the sentient block means, but his mischievous expression tells me everything I need to know.

“Okay,” I stammer.

The next thing I know, the two of us are locked in a passionate embrace, our lips meeting as we collapse against each other’s bodies. Alex quickly gets to work stripping away my clothing, exposing my skin to the cool air of this empty arena. It’s not long before I’m entirely nude, which might otherwise make me uncomfortable if not for the fact I feel wonderfully safe around this handsome living object.

While the tetromino explores my body I explore his, my hands working their way across his oblong form. He’s beautiful crafted, every angle of this rectangular frame programmed to perfection. I start at the top, then gradually work my way down, drifting lower and lower until my hands are hovering just above the swollen cock that has emerged from his lower half.

I tease Alex for a moment, letting him yearn for the sensation of something more and then finally having mercy as I reach down and wrap my fingers tightly around his enormous rod. The tetromino lets out a long, aching sigh as I begin to pump my fist across his length, taking my time to learn the gentle movements of his body.

Alex pumps back against me in turn, the two of us quickly finding a pulse together.

Just continuing like this into the night would be satisfying enough, but the desires that blossom within me are much more ambitious.

I drop to my knees before the enormous purple piece, gazing up at him with lustful eyes and then opening wide to take his cock between my lips. I immediately get to work sucking Alex off at the same pace as my rhythmic fingers that came before.

The tetromino leans his head back and lets out a satisfied groan, clearly enjoying my oral technique. He reaches down and places his hands against the back of my head, guiding me along as our pace accelerates. Faster and faster we go, my face hammering across the living object’s massive dick until, eventually, more speed is no longer an option.

At this point I pull back in a sputtering mess, a fire in my belly as I center myself. I part my lips again, slipping Alex’s dick inside and altering my technique. Instead of picking up where I left off, I push the tetromino’s rod even deeper within, allowing him to slip all the way down until my face is pressed up hard against the living object’s abs.

I stay like this for what seems like forever, allowing Alex a taste of carnal dominance. He’s clearly impressed by my deep throating skills, but there’s much more in store.

I release the tetromino’s dick from my gullet, then spin around and fall to the floor on my hands and knees. I pop my ass out towards the massive sentient block, reaching back and spreading myself open with one hand.

“Perfect space to slip that long rod of yours,” I coo.

Alex drifts down into position behind me, aligning his massive cock and then thrusting forward in a deep, singular movement. His size is incredible, the girth of this living object’s cock immediately stretching my body to its absolute limits.

“Oh fuck,” I blurt, clearly biting off more than I could chew after so perfectly taking him into my throat.

I’ve gotten cocky.

Fortunately, Alex is a patient and gracious lover, taking his time and allowing my body a moment to adjust to his thick purple rod. Eventually, the aching discomfort begins to melt away, transforming into a pleasant warmth that overwhelms my body.

Slowly, the handsome living object begins to pump in and out of me, our bodies grinding together as the first simmers of anal pleasure blossom deep within. With every little movement these sensations grow, spilling across my limbs in blissful tingling waves.

Soon enough, Alex and me have fallen into a confident rhythm together, our bodies slamming into one another at a steady pace as the slap of block on skin rings out through this empty arena. With every passing slam the sensations bubbling within me grow larger, finally prompting a glorious quake of pleasure to fully envelope my body.

“Oh fuck, just like that, just like that,” I begin to repeat, the words falling out of my mouth over and over again. They grow louder every time I speak them, until eventually I’m crying out with everything I’ve got. “Just like that! Just like that!”

I reach down and grab ahold of my hanging cock, beating myself off in time with these slams from behind. This new source of pleasure immediately adds something magical to the potent cocktail of feelings that swirls within me, threating to push me over the edge of my own impending orgasm.

I try my best to hold back, but the sensations are simply too mighty. My blissed out mantra transforms from repeating works to an unbridled shriek, completely losing myself in the moment as a heaving orgasm rips through my nervous system.

My muscles clench and release in unison as my mind floods with erotic stimulus, too much to fully understand, let alone control. Hot white jizz erupts from the head of my cock, splattering across the floor before me in gorgeous patterns of pearly spunk.

All the while, Alex doesn’t let up, this long tetromino piece hammering away with everything he’s got. He carries me through my climax from beginning to end, then finally pushes deep and unleashes a payload of his own. The living object fills me up, his cock twitching hard as he floods my ass with his seed. As the handsome tetromino pulls out and can feel his cum spilling after, running down the back of my legs in thick milky streaks.

The two of us collapse in a heap, struggling to catch our breath in the middle of this enormous arena.

“That was incredible,” I gush.

“It was,” Alex agrees.

We bask in the presence of one another for a while, until eventually a climb to my feet and pull back on my clothing.

“Where are you going?” the living object questions.

“To finish something I started way too long ago,” I offer.

“You think a long piece will finally come?” Alex replies in shock.

I shake my head, smiling. “It already came. I’ve been waiting around for so long, stuck in limbo, but now that I’ve met you I think I’m done with all that.”
 I turn and stroll across the massive arena floor, reaching the stage and climbing up to find the old gaming console still here collecting dusk.

Alex calls out from his position as my one man audience. “You’ve got this!”

His hearts in the right place, and I appreciate this very much, but I’ve got something else in mind. I reach out and turn off the machine, forfeiting the match.

The living tetromino just gazes at me in a state of utter shock, his mouth hanging open.

“What was that?” Alex questions. “Did you just… did you just lose?”

I nod. “Honestly, he deserves to win. It was a real dick move of me use a technicality like that and waste everyone’s time. I feel bad about it, and I think handing over the match is the least I could do.”

I hop off the stage and saunter back over to the sentient tetromino.

“Besides,” I continue. “The only long piece I need is right here.”

We meet with a passionate kiss, our forms fitting perfectly together.