Question and Answer
To say that I was distracted in the coming days would be an understatement. My first experience with a man--and my grandfather, at that--had left my mind swimming with raunchy and lustful thoughts. That thick, veiny green cock invaded my thoughts at all hours of the day... the shape, the smell, the taste... I didn't want to seem too eager, by returning to him immediately, but the fire burning in me couldn't be put out.
Three days after the first taste, I waited until the middle of the night, when only one orc was patrolling on night watch, and timed my walk across the village to my grandfather's hut. The welcoming orange glow of a fire within urged me on. I pushed open the flap and stepped inside, not even announcing myself in my eagerness.
My grandfather was clad in a loin cloth, just like I was, lightly prodding at the logs in his central fire pit. Despite his age, he was still in commendable shape, his strong, hairy chest giving way to a hard gut. The fully gray beard was the only true sign of his age, minus some cosmetic wrinkles, and the scars of a warrior now retired.
"I'm surprised it took you this long, Orzok." The comment came with a coy grin, as he turned to face me. I could see those luscious balls of his swaying aside of his loin cloth from the motion, and felt my cock stirring with lust. "The way you made yourself a slut for my cock... hrnggh... I thought you might have been bobbing on it again the very next day."
My cheeks darkened. It was true, but I still felt shame. Embarrassment. My grandfather noticed my body language immediately, and gestured for me to sit with him on the furs by the fire. As we listened to the fire crackling, he set into a series of questions. In hindsight, I can realize what he was doing. By answering the questions out loud, I owned my gay lust, and by owning it, I could truly embrace it.
"How long have you known that you lust for men? Do not lie to me, boy. Answer true." That was the first question. I paused in contemplation.
"Three days ago was when I knew, but the first hint I had was years ago. I was returning to Hunter Karrag's cabin at the border of the forest with the game I'd hunted, and heard grunting from inside. Curious, I peered into a window, where I saw the Hunter fucking a woman from the tribe. I... found myself longing to be in her place, not his. That night, I beat my cock fantasizing that he was fucking me, instead."
"Do you lust for women at all?" came the second question, my cheeks still burning from the first. He gave me no time to recover.
"...Not at all," I finally answered. It was hard to say, but once I did, the next words came easier, "I am not bisexual, grandfather. I am only gay. I only lust for men."
"How have you felt since you sucked my cock, grandson?" The questions were getting hotter. I felt my cock starting to tent my loincloth as I answered.
"Desperately hungry," I answered, a low growl rumbling my throat. "When I woke the next morning and could no longer taste your cock on my tongue, I felt like I was missing something. Your body has invaded my thoughts ever since."
"Did you enjoy the taste of cum?"
My cock was rock hard now. I licked my lips as the question guided me to remember. "Fuck yes... that bitterly salty flavor was the most intense taste I have ever experienced. I swear, I felt my tongue tingling when it was coated in your warm spunk. I loved not just the flavor, but the heat... the texture... the knowledge that you were giving me your potency."
He was hard now, too, and untied his loin cloth so I could see that fat, veiny dick pointing skyward, using the visual to stoke the flames of my lust all the more. "I thought you might say that. That's why I prepared this..."
Reaching next to the fire pit, my grandfather plucked a hefty drinking mug from a group of neatly arranged stones, and presented it to me. The mug was warm to the touch, and as I peered inside, my cock throbbed. It was about three quarters full of a viscous white fluid, which clung to the walls of the mug as I gently sloshed it side to side.
Cum.
I moaned audibly, and my grandfather grinned. "These past three days, I've been jacking my cock in the evening when I realized you were not coming, and shooting my load into the mug for you. Even kept it warm by the fire."
As I lifted the mug too my lips, he placed a hand on my arm to stop me. "Not so fast."
"Please, grandfather... I need it..." I groaned in complaint, my cock twitching, leaking precum onto my balls as the anticipation grew.
His gaze met mine, intense and smoldering hot. "You can drink when you tell me what a cum slut you are. Say it."
"I am a cum slut, sir..." I answered, dangerously aroused by the words I was saying, and he knew it.
"Again," he demanded, "Like you mean it."
"I am a filthy cum slut, sir... please, please, please let me drink your hot seed. I need it so fucking bad... I'm such a shameless gay slut for your man milk..."
He licked his lips, and nodded. "Good boy. Have your reward."
That was all I needed to hear. I wanted this moment to last, so at first, I sipped, letting that warm, fragrant cum slowly spill over my tongue to directly inflame my taste buds with the intoxicating, undeniably masculine flavor. My fingers trembled with need, and I took another, longer drink, getting a good mouthful of my grandfather's spunk to swirl my tongue through, letting it coat the whole interior of my mouth before I drank it down.
About half of the mug remained, and my lust was overflowing. As much as I wanted to go slowly, as the cum started to slide over my tongue on that third drink, I couldn't stop myself. Like a shameless cum slut, I gulped the warm jizz down, my throat bulging with each swallow until the flow of seed slowed to a dribble. I heard my grandfather chuckling as I lolled my tongued into the mug, trying to lap up every last drop of his cum.
"I know what you want now, Orzok, but I cannot give it to you tonight," he explained.
"But, sir, your cock is eager for release, and I am desperate for you to fuck me..." I begged, shamelessly, my gaze fixated on that powerful green hardon.
"And I will, but not now, and not here. This still needs to remain a secret, and I can already tell that you won't be able to quiet your groans and cries while I'm buttfucking you. The whole tribe will hear you moaning like the dick-hungry fag you are. Meet me tomorrow night. There's a hunting camp due east from Hunter Karrag's cabin. It's far enough away from everything that no one will hear."
As much as I wanted his cock inside me, I had to admit... he was right. I nodded. "I'll be there, sir."
"One more thing, Orzok," he begin, leaning closer to whisper hotly into my ear. "Don't jerk off tonight. I won't, either. Let the need grow for tomorrow."
"Yes, sir..." I began, heart racing. He shook his head.
"Not sir, now. Daddy. Say it."
"Yes, Daddy..." Those words caused him to groan, and he grasped my beard, kissing me hard on the lips with his tongue invading my mouth, dancing with my own, cum-coated tongue. A silvery strand of jizz connected our mouths as he pulled away, and sent me off into the night with a smack on my ass.
"Yes, Daddy..." I repeated the words to myself as I lay in my bed. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
