This story is contains explicit relations between two male characters, if this offends you, or you are not of proper age to view said material in your providence then you should read no further.
This story is a fabrication the characters and locals are of my own creation if you would like to use said material or add to it by all means do so, I would love to see what others come up with, though i would like atleast an e-mail of said interpretation. the Orcish language used in this limited as it may be was not of my own creation, but from a freesource website orcishnations (phrasebook).
Being a blacksmith, you're almost always underappreciated for the work you do. Whenever some noble or duke comes in its just business as usual constant deflagrate attitudes expecting perfection to be completed in a day. Except for orcs they not only treat you with respect but they honor blacksmiths almost as much as their tribe leader. It's like you're the creator of some beautiful rupee only it's an axe or claymore. So I suppose that's why after about 15 years of working at a smithy in a human settlement called Brunsquire, I moved to an orc encampment about a fortnight to the east near the metallic red foothills of the Gregoth Mountain Range. They aren't a large community smaller than a normal tribe, about 20 orcs in all. They mainly make a living off the land growing crops, but they also mine just at the foot of the closest mountain, harvesting the jewels and such that it creates. Though it is said there is a dragon near these mountains I haven't ever seen any evidence of one, possibly one of the reasons these orcs got the encampment in the first place. Though I have begun to notice a few strange happenings such as there are only male orcs that live here, they speak just enough English to communicate with but whenever I point this fact out they seem to mutter in orcish. Also the shaman of the tribe seems to feel the need to offer live deer to the supposed dragon of these lands, though I never hear anything at the night of the ritual the deer is always mysteriously gone in the morning. It's also always a buck no more than three prongs old. While I only make weapons in my spare time these days, my main focus for the tribe is to repair broken equipment. Melding what I can or making new ones, the good thing about being near a mine is there is plenty of pig iron to make new material. They always appreciate my input as to whether something could be modified further, but they always treat me as an equal nothing more or less.
Being as orcs live longer than humans, due to their far greater metabolism, their coming of age is at thirty, which is what I will be turning in a full moon cycle. One night while I was working on a particularly beautiful claymore, if I do say so myself, the shaman visited my smithy. I had just placed the sword into the bucket of water after my final cast of the blade was done, when he entered.
"how be yu gur-ree?" introducing himself with the proper greeting with his arm held out. I gave up on them pronouncing my proper name a few days after settling, its Jerold son of Jarvis.
"Hard at work Turinn, as always" reaching out and griping his forearm, then clasping it.
"You be a man soon, what say you be part of clan?" gripping my forearm in return.
Orcs when speaking in human tongue usually are very direct; they say what they need to and nothing more, though I must admit I was quite shocked at this invitation.
"Really? What has brought on this decision?" I said while releasing his forearm and tending to my sword removing it from the water and placing it onto the stone counter to cool further.
"yu be here twelve moons, you be good for tribe." He said as he walked closer to me placing his hands on the counter, and shifting his weight on them.
"Surely I can't I'm human, I thought orcs were forbade from integrating humans into their tribe." I said as I began to remove my leather apron and hanging it onto one of the wooden hooks that protruded from the wall near the fireplace.
"only woman. orc and hyuman babes cannot be allowed, babes die easy, babes weak." He said shifting his weight on one hand and scratching at his loincloth with the other.
Though this foreword gesture seemed like a good idea I still felt unease from it.
"why do you want me to join the clan? Can I not stay here as a visitor if I refuse?" I said beginning to close the shutter on the fire.
"yuu can stay... but it be better clan if you join" he paused "I want you ...shok with tribe" he replaced both his hands on the stone counter top.
"surely there has been some misunderstanding," I said in quickly. "Shok in orcish means mate doesn't it?"
"Ja, you mate with brethren," he said matter of factly, swiping his nose with his index finger "you make clan stronger, you teach youngin' to make vegal" he paused, after realizing he used orcish again, then said "tools"
"But there are no female orcs in this tribe" I said beginning to feel even more uneasy.
"you like najor, no?" he said gripping his groin while saying it.
"you mean do I like men?" I asked quizzically, I was beginning to put this puzzle together.
"ja, you mate with men" he said releasing his groin and beginning to walk around the counter towards me.
"no no no," I said desperately, "I haven't even been with anyone else like that before," that was a lie of course a farm hand and I used to play with each other when I was 13 we would always end up in a haystack somewhere kissing and exploring. But with an orc, I've seen their monster cocks before just flaccid they look like a horses prick.
"you wan to, I know," he reached me, or rather cornered me, near the fire. "I see you look at me when I be washing."
"please Turinn," I said in defeat. "don't make me ma--"
He quickly grabbed my cock with his left hand, put his right around my neck, and forced his face onto mine. I could feel his tusks rubbing against my cheeks, his tongue beginning to separate my lips, all the while his hand kneading my groin. I lost all control; my body froze from the shear quickness of it, though it didn't hurt, in fact it felt extremely exhilarating. I began to put my hands up, placing them on his large chest, feeling the thick pelt of fur that grew there.
He moaned "gur-ree you make Turinn all pokey" he released his vice grip on me, and we both looked down at his now semi-erect penis, a wet spot on his loincloth already visible. I reached out and began to rub the shaft, making it jolt up against my hand, Turinn moaning more. He placed his hand on my forearm caressing it as I began to stroke his orc-tail in my hand, though I could barely fit my hand around it.
He backed up a bit removing his loincloth then returning to me, kissing me passionately, he began to disrobe me. First my shirt gently lifting it above my head tossing on the counter top. Next I lifted my right leg; he removed my boot, then the left. Next he slowly lowered my breaches as he got them around my ankles he engulfed my hard cock to the hilt into his mouth, His tongue lapping at it in desperation, and then slowly releasing it. Removing my breaches fully and placing them on the counter as well.
Now thoroughly aroused I shoved my face onto his, opening my mouth wide licking his lips, his tongue, his tusks that protruded out of his mouth. Stroking his shaft in one hand and rubbing his large orbs in the other. I could feel his prick begin to touch my abdomen as it reached full hardness. My thigh felt wet, and realizing that it was pre-cum I slowly separated our mouths. I crouched at his groin still pumping away, adding my other hand; I hesitantly stuck my tongue out and lapped at the tip of his dick. It spurted out some more liquid in response, landing further back in my mouth, it tasted tangy, a salty sweet mixture. I began to stroke harder as I wanted another taste of this delicious nectar. Turinn moaned in ecstasy beginning to run his meaty hands through my hair.
"you be good, gur-ree" Turinn said as I worked away at his cock. "Turinn gonna squirt soon if you tugging orctail like that." I doubled my effort as I saw his balls begin to draw up, knowing this meant he was close to cumming, I opened my mouth wide and away from his piss slit.
He began to cum just as I got into position, spurting in a huge torrent of white. The first shot hit the back of my throat hard, causing me to gag. I moved his cock up a bit causing the next shot to hit my forehead down to my nose. i began to stroke harder on his dick wanting more of his seed to cover my face, he shivered as I did this and shot another huge rope of semen, this time hitting all the way from my right ear down to my chin. Feeling this warm substance on my face made me want to taste it again, I quickly lined it up to my mouth again, this time making sure it would hit my tongue. I could feel the difference in force on this shot as it hit my tongue much gentler, the taste was muskier than of the tang that I had tasted earlier, but it made my cock jump in arousal. I closed my mouth around the head of his dick as he spurted that last few shots of his load I couldn't seem to get enough. He began to stop shivering in pleasure, and I began to rub his testicles again keeping his dick rooted in my mouth.
"mmmm, gur-ree like to eat me seed?" he cooed as he looked down upon me with glazed eyes.
"mmhmm, " was my response nodding my head up and down, as his dick was still inside my mouth.
I finally released my vice grip on his mushroom head and smiled up at him. Still stroking his testicles I stood up and began to kiss him again. His tongue began to push against mine and also beginning to lick the load off my face sharing the taste between us. Though it almost felt like I was kissing an animal it was very arousing still. My cock was still rock hard, and Turinn took notice as he finished cleaning my face of his load.
"Gur-ree wanna squirt now?" he asked
"Please Turinn I need release" as I said this, he lifted me, and placed me on the countertop.
Crouching between my legs his tongue began to lap at my groin, caressing my testicles and lower part of my shaft. He then engulfed my cock again, this time kneading my testicles as well. Bobbing his head up and down, he pushed my back down onto the table and spread my legs. I was hesitant at first but slowly widened them to his gentle touch. He removed my cock from his mouth and started licking my nuts, beginning to pump my dick with his meaty paw. He then did something I did not expect; he began to lick my hole. I could feel the slightly scratchy surface of his tongue rubbing against my opening. It felt amazing, I started to relax immensely, and it started to invade my insides. I was getting close to my orgasm and he knew it, he removed his tongue from my pucker and sheathed my cock once again. I felt one of his fingers begin to push into my hole. That pushed me over the edge, feeling his finger shove itself deeper into me as I was wracked by my orgasm. Turinn swallowing all of my cum like he was breathing air. His finger was moving in and out of my tight hole, now it felt slightly painful, but more pleasurable.
"Gur-ree taste yum" Turinn said with a smile as he let my cock flop out of his mouth.
"that was amazing Turrin," I said as I sat up and began to deep kiss him again, this time more passionate than desperate. "gods that felt so good," as I broke our kiss.
"Gur-ree, become part of clan then?" Turrin seemed worried as he asked.
I mocked thinking about it trying to make it look like I was deciding, Worrying Turinn further.
"Absolutely!"