The First Taste
I am Orzok, a proud orcish warrior with a secret. I am gay, and not just gay, but a completely submissive gay bottom. As you might expect, this presents some complications among my tribe, where homosexuality is viewed as a weakness on either side of the coin, but to be a bottom, specifically? It's unheard of. This is the story of how I learned of my raging hunger for men.
I'd just come of age, a strapping young orc that exemplified my race. About six and a half feet tall, muscular with a bit of fat around my stomach and hairy ass. It was a night of celebration where the orcs who had come of age would eat, drink, and compete in athletic games during the day, and at night, we would all be chosen by a female of the tribe, as we were forbidden from sexual activity up to this moment. Every male orc looked forward to this moment, and so did I, at the time.
How wrong I was.
I waited in my hut, sitting on the edge of the bed, wholly undressed and still, at this point, eager for what was to come. She entered in what most men would call an alluring attire, loin cloth swaying in tandem with her breasts. As she knelt at my feet, I was perplexed to find that I felt nothing. She lifted my flaccid cock, kissed the head, and started into her best efforts of pleasing me, and still... nothing.
She was getting frustrated. I blamed it on being drunk, even though I was mildly buzzing at the very worst. She told me to sleep it off, and left the tent, undoubtedly to choose another man with whom to spend the night. It was humiliating. I left to take a walk and clear my head. Perhaps my grandfather would have some advice--he had given up the title of Chieftain years ago, but was still revered among the tribe for his knowledge.
As I pushed aside the flap on his tent, I saw him lying on his back on some furs, stripped naked with his hips slightly elevated as he gripped his hard, veiny green cock, pumping it briskly enough that it caused his heavy balls to bounce. I couldn't look away. That fat cockhead, leaking precum into his fingers... the way his strong, hairy chest heaved... the low grunts and growls he was making.
I was rock hard. As he stroked that gorgeous dick, I found myself doing the same, feeling a hunger and lust that all custom would say I should have felt earlier, but this was real. It was primal. It was raw. Gods above, how I wanted to service that cock for him... I felt that need swelling in my heart as I beat my dick like a drum, watching him do the same.
"Orzok?"
Hearing my name snapped me out of my fantasies. He wasn't looking at himself anymore--he was looking right at me with my hardon in my hand. I froze. He kept stroking his dick, and smirked. He gestured for me to enter, and without a moment of hesitation, I obeyed him.
I loved obeying.
"So, it didn't work out with Sari, hm?" He knew the answer, and made his point all the more clear by slowly stroking his meat as he asked it. "The others can't know. Not yet, anyway. You could be exiled, and you are our strongest warrior. For now, sate your gay needs with me, grandson."
He took his hand off of his cock, and I marveled as it glistened with precum in the dim torchlight. Instinctively, I crawled toward him on the furs, head in his lap. Leaning in, I pressed my nose against his fragrant, hairy ballsack, and inhaled deeply, sniffing of his heady, manly scent. The masculine aroma alone caused my cock to twitch, lewdly leaking precum onto his powerful thigh.
I nearly blew my load right there, but I held back... for the moment. It inspired a primal lust in me, and with an audible, greedy groan, my tongue was out, and I was lapping his balls like a thirsty worg pup. Left side, right side, then right up the center line, worshiping his manhood with every greedy lick. It wasn't long before one of those luscious balls slipped between my lips, and the wet suckling sound of my lust filled the space around us.
"Rrrrrgh…"
The sound of his groans turned me on impossibly, fueling the inferno of my hunger. With a wet pop, his nut left my mouth, and I dragged my tongue slowly up the length of his cock, following the glistening trail of the precum he'd been leaking until my lips met his hot, spongy cockhead. I paused there briefly, looking up into my grandfather's eyes as my tongue slurped circles around his frenulum.
"Suck that dick, boy," he grunted down to me, grasping his cock by the root and smacking the head against my lips. His words were the permission I needed, and as that hot, hard cock slipped into my mouth, I closed my eyes. I wanted to dull my senses to everything except the feeling of his meat sliding over my tongue... between my lips. The scent. The taste. I was drunk on it.
I established a brisk pace right away, bobbing on that powerful eight inch slab of dick as if its pleasure was my sole purpose in life. In that moment, it was. Nothing else mattered. I swirled my lips so I could taste his cock from different angles, snaking my tongue around that veiny mast with luscious intensity. Eventually, he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down until I was nose-deep in his pubes and his dick was deep down my throat. I coughed at first, but he held me there, and slowly, I tempered my breathing. He was teaching me, and I was learning.
"You'll be the best dicksucker in the tribe, grandson." The praise genuinely filled me with pride. I wanted that honor, and more, but as I felt his grip on my neck loosen, I knew it was time to get back to action. I resumed my bobbing with even greater fervor, the salty flavor of his precum driving me absolutely wild as it mixed with my saliva to lube his cock. Suddenly, he grunted, and tensed, guiding my head back until the wet dome of his cock was on my tongue.
That's when I got my first taste of cum. Hot, virile blasts of orcish jizz roped across my tongue, shooting against the back of my throat. I moaned at the bitter-salty flavor, and sucked that cockhead like I was milking it for every drop of that hot spunk. His moans were my reward. His cum was my trophy, and I drank it down like it was lifeblood. A smirk touched my grandfather's lips as the last few spurts of his semen dribbled onto my tongue.
"Enjoyed that, didn't you boy?" he asked, grinning ear to ear. I did, but he was talking about something specific. Glancing down, I saw my own cock twitching in the throes of post-climax bliss, my spunk painted over my grandfather's thigh and balls. "Never heard of someone shooting their load from giving head before. Good. If my grandson is going to be a fag, he'd better be the biggest fag the orcish race has ever known."
I spent the next few minutes licking my cum from his body, cleaning him dutifully, and took a few moments to suck on his fat cockhead as an exclamation point on the act. Before sneaking out of his hut, my grandfather grasped my wrist, murmuring in a deep, sultry tone. "The next time you have these needs, return to me."
"Yes, sir," I growled in reply, licking my lips. The taste of cum and dick on my tongue was still overwhelming, and I wanted it to last forever. "I can't wait..."
It was true. I was already looking forward to the next time. It couldn't come soon enough.
