A Temporary Return
The next morning, I got my ass pounded again before my grandfather and I agreed to go our separate ways. This time, I was the one to leave first, arriving back at the tribal lands early in the morning. I loved having his load inside me, and took a perverse pleasure in chatting with the other orcs as I went about my day, knowing full well that a real man's cum was tucked away up my ass. They had no idea, and it was thrilling to be so secretly brazen. I felt like a whore and I loved it.
That veneer of being "secretly" brazen was about to be shattered, however. During mid-day meal, as I sat chatting with the other men about recent hunting successes, I felt a rumbling in my stomach. Bodily functions were not exactly taboo among orcs, especially men, but my mind immediately went racing. What if it... came out?
I made up an excuse about needing to check on some traps and hastily stood to leave the table, but as I turned, my body betrayed me. In the moment that the wind broke, I felt a distinct wetness on my asscheeks, and felt that previously tucked away seed staring to drool from my used butthole. It was not subtle, and my loincloth concealed nothing.
Cum was splattered across my ass, sticking into the curly hairs and leaking from my anus in a lewd, drooling strand. If the visual weren't enough, the immediate shock of the aroma of cum was in the air, stinging and potent. For a brief moment, I wondered if I could escape quickly enough that no one would notice, but that was quickly shattered.
"Is that... cum?" one of the other men asked, his tone a mixture between amused and disgusted.
"It is," rang out another voice, with a deep, guffawing chuckle, "Orzok's a fag!"
"Everyone, look, this fag just farted out someone's jizz load!"
"I wonder whose it is?"
"Yeah, whose is it, fag? Who fucked your big ass?"
"That explains why he couldn't get it up for me," another voice chimed in, feminine this time. It could only be Sari. "I thought I did something wrong. Ha! He loves dick so much that he couldn't even get hard for a woman on her knees in front of him!"
I didn't answer their questions about who bred me, and instead hurried to my hut to get my bearings... think things over. There was no denying my preference, anymore, that was for sure. I was left alone for a period of about a half candle, and during that time with my thoughts, I came to the realization that I was not ashamed. Not at all. Frankly, it was a weight off of my shoulders, and I was prepared to meet the consequences, even if it was exile.
One thing I resolved to not do, in that moment, was reveal anything about my partner. Granted, if an orc man fucks another, only the bottom was shamed. Bottoming was seen as an unmasculine act, whereas topping fell under the umbrella of "men have needs." My grandfather was a respected man in the tribe, and even though the shame was on me for being the one receiving his cock, there would still be a minor stigma on him, and I wouldn't have that.
The cloth flap to my hut was brushed aside without a warning, and in stepped my father, the current chieftain of the tribe, garbed in all of the finery befitting such a position. His demeanor was stern, but not necessarily surprised. Perhaps he knew about my desires all along?
"Was it a one time mistake?" he asked, impassively. This was my opportunity to have a second chance, to tell him that it was, and carry on the way things used to be... mostly, at least. I was the chieftain's son and one of the tribe's best warriors. The others would give me the second chance my father was presenting.
However, I didn't want that path anymore, even if it was an easier one. I chose the difficult path when I shook my head, and answered, "No, I loved it and I want more, father. I am gay. Having a man's hard cock inside me made me feel truly alive for the first time, and I--"
He raised a hand to stop me. "Enough. I don't need the details about how much of a slut my son is. You know the punishment for this. Exile. Come morning, you are to leave this tribe and never return."
There was no anger in his voice. Not even disappointment. He was doing his job as the chieftain and nothing more. I nodded in reply. "I understand and will comply, Chieftain. You have my word that I will be gone by morning."
Nothing else needed to be said. He turned on his heel and left, leaving me alone in my hut once again. I spent the rest of the day gathering my things, which didn't amount to much, but would become of critical importance in the coming days. I had a sturdy pack to carry my things, some rations, a waterskin, and of course, my weapons, worn on a leather belt across my chest. From that chest belt hung a crossbow for my hip, and a war axe for my back.
As night fell and I contemplated what else I might need on the coming journey, the hut flap was pushed open again. Expecting no visitors, I looked up to see Agran, Krieg, and Zrakas, entering without invitation. Zrakas was the first one to call out the jizz leaking out of my ass earlier. All of them wore smirks.
"Word around the tribe is that the exile is official," Zrakas mused, meeting my gaze. "The men and I thought we'd give you a memorable farewell. What do you say, fag?"
As the question came, he pushed his loin cloth aside, showing off his fat, veiny orcish cock, laying lazily atop his hairy balls. Krieg and Agran followed suit, my gaze flicking between each of their delicious dicks. Zrakas had the thickest cock, by a good margin, while Krieg's was impressively long, even in a softened state. Agran's was the smallest, but had the perfect shape, and unlike the others, his cock was already rock hard at about four inches, the gorgeous mushroom head bulging in the dim torchlight.
"Fuck yes..." I groaned, slipping off my loin cloth as I threw a fur from the bed onto the floor, and knelt on it. As the three men approached, I had my pick of which dick to taste first, wrapping my lips around Agran's perfect cockhead and using my tongue to guide the rest of his shaft deeper into my mouth. Meanwhile, I stroked the other two, one in each hand, to work them up to the same hardness that I had on my tongue.
My own dick was rock hard as I worshiped Agran's shorter cock, the size giving me free reign to liberally use my tongue, slurping greedy circles around his whole dick while applying suction with my cheeks. The double-handjob was doing its job, too, as I felt those eager green slabs of manmeat growing hot and hard beneath my fingers. Krieg was the first of the other two to reach full mast, so I slipped my lips off of Agran and went for him next.
"Look at that dickhungry slut," Krieg mused with a groan while I was bobbing on his dick. "Almost a shame he's being exiled."
Zrakas snorted through a laugh as my fingers worked him up to full mast, and answered, "The real shame is that we didn't have this bitch sucking our cocks long before now."
The three orc men shared a laugh together at that, though it was broken when Agran spoke up, lustful fire in his voice as a trickle of precum started drooling from the tip of his cock. "I want to fuck him."
"I bet you do," Zrakas replied with a smirk. "He had to work Krieg and me up, but you were hard as a stone from the start."
Krieg slipped his cock out of my mouth, and smacked the wet head against my lips as I gazed up at him. "How about it, slut? You want to get your gay ass fucked?"
"Fuck yes," I answered, groaning, my gaze flickering to Agran as I licked at Krieg's meat laying across my face.
"Fuck yes, what?" Krieg pressed, smirking to the others.
"Fuck yes, sir... I want to get fucked so fucking bad..."
That was enough for Agran. Rather than waiting for any more teasing, he strode brazenly forward, picked me up from the kneeling position and tossed me over the side of my bed. I loved being manhandled by him. I loved him being in control of my body. Smearing some of his precum onto my asshole, he lined up his cock and give a firm push without much more in the way of build-up. He wanted this now.
I groaned huskily as I felt his hard dick stretching me. While his cock was the smallest, it still felt divine, especially the way that plump, perfectly mushroom-shaped cockhead was massaging my prostate. I was completely lost in the moment, starting to moan like I did with my grandfather out in the middle of the forest. Thankfully, the other men had some sense.
"Get a dick in that fag's mouth before someone hears him," Krieg grunted, to which Zrakas was eager to comply. While my asscheeks were getting battered by Agran's loins, the orc with the fattest cock came around to my front and shoved his dick into my open, moaning mouth. Completely dickdrunk as I was, I didn't need any more incentive. I was bobbing on that thick, veiny cock like a whore, though I was not in control for long.
Zrakas took over, grabbing my head as he started to facefuck me, slamming his nuts against my bearded chin with lustful fervor. I was completely enraptured. A few days ago, I was having my first real gay experiences, and now I was getting spitroasted by a couple of orc studs. The buttfucking I was taking from Agran urged me on, encouraging muffled groans around the dick that was expertly delving down my throat.
That was when Krieg got tired of being left out. At first, Zrakas moved aside so the other orc could indulge in my cocksucking skills, but before long, they swapped again, back and forth. I was in the heavens, wrapping my lips around one dick, then the other, trying my best to ensure that they both received equal attention. At one point, I had both of those bulbous cockheads between my lips, lapping my tongue around them in a figure-eight pattern.
"Grhhggfuck..!" I heard from behind, simultaneously as I felt Agran's dick starting to throb inside me, bursting hot spurts of his virile orc jizz into my quivering anus. In the moment of his orgasm, only the head of his cock was gripped by my anal ring, so the first shot of sperm flooded my passage directly, only to serve as a lewd lube as he continued to fuck me through the baby butter he was pumping up my ass.
That moment was a domino effect, as Agran's climax was followed in short order by Krieg, then Zrakas. Krieg shot a few spurts directly into my mouth while Zrakas painted my face in pearly ribbons. After a few seconds of that, Krieg pulled me off of his dick, and I eagerly opened my mouth with my tongue out for the two cocks I'd been sucking to be jerked into my waiting maw. Much of the cum landed on my tongue to be swallowed, but it was a messy affair. My face was covered in semen, and it was dripping into my beard.
I didn't realize it at the time, but my own orgasm happened somewhere in the middle of it all. The pleasure I was receiving was so monumental that the whole experience was orgasmic, with the cum ribbons painted across my bed, and my twitching, drooling cock telling the story.
My tongue swirled around my lips for any cum that might've landed in its range, and for the next few moments, I sucked Zrakas and Krieg clean, even going as far as licking the sweat from their balls after I cleaned up all of the cum from their dicks. Agran has slipped out of my ass, and I could feel his sperm dripping onto my balls. I could feel the other orcs' warm cum on my skin. I could taste their potency on my tongue.
It was everything. This was exactly what I was meant for in this life, and as the three of them gathered their loin cloths and left, I knew I was on the right path. I didn't bother cleaning the jizz from my face as I continued to gather my belongings. That feeling and aroma... I needed it to last.
I needed it to remind me of how well I pleased them.
