A Cabin in the Woods
The next morning, I wasted little time in gathering my things, partly because I saw no reason to delay the exile, and partly because I had one stop to make on the way out of the tribal lands. Making that stop before sunrise would mean I could do so subtly. As much as the dried cum on my face excited me, it could certainly complicate matters on the road, so I took a moment to clean my face in a washing basin before leaving my hut.
Surreptitiously, I made the one stop--at my grandfather's hut--while the village was still dark. Despite the early hour, he was awake, sitting in front of the fire in the center of his hut, welcoming me in with a come hither gesture as I pushed aside the entrance flap. Like always, I obeyed him, and sat at his side with a mild clattering of the weapons and gear worn on my person. His first action was to grab my beard and yank me in, shoving his tongue into my mouth for an impassioned kiss which, while protracted, was still not as long as I'd have liked.
A low groan left me as our lips parted, and he spoke, "You bore this responsibility honorably, Orzok. I am proud. Saddened, but proud."
My heart was lifted by his approval, and despite the gravity of the situation, I smiled. "Thank you, Daddy. Going on pretending would've been easier, but now that I know what I would be missing, it would be impossible. I'd be constantly wanting, and never fulfilled without the regular touch of a man."
He nodded. "Then you have learned well. I wished to teach you more, but the lessons thus far will have to be enough. Where will you go?"
"East, is the plan," I explained, having given my direction some thought overnight. "Toward the human lands. It is said that they are a diverse people, so perhaps there will be more... opportunities."
That caused him to smirk. "More opportunities to get your ass pounded by pinkskin men, you mean."
"And suck pinkskin cock," I added, feeling my cock stirring at the thought. "Is it a good direction? Sound logic?"
"Yes, and I have information that might help you, to that end," he said, stoking the fire with a metal rod. "If you carry on to the east for five days, you'll come to a human town. It is called Seaview. There is a tavern in the Seaview docks called the Haggard Stallion Inn & Tavern, where there is a secret. Those who are 'in the know' are privy to the fact that four of the rooms upstairs are special. Seven and eight, and Nine and ten. If you want to bottom, you go to an odd numbered room. If you want to top, even. The rooms are connected with a large hole between the walls, hidden behind a painting. You'll know it's the right room, if you see an odd painting hung peculiarly low."
That information was gold, though I couldn't help asking, "How do you know this, Daddy?"
"I did some traveling, myself, as a young and adventurous orc, and discovered the secret of room eight accidentally, knocking over the painting in a drunken stumble to reveal a hole to the next room, about the size of a war drum. I couldn't fit through it, but perhaps one of those half-men from the south could. As I pondered the hole, a naked pale-pink ass was pressed into it, smooth and inviting. I might've thought it was a woman, if not for the hairless nutsack hung below his pink pucker."
"An elf?" I asked, making a presumption due to the common knowledge that elves grew no body hair.
"I assumed so," he answered with a nod, "Though we never spoke face to face. I just fucked his ass and went to bed. It was a nice hole, don't get me wrong, but it didn't compare to your tight, hairy hole, boy. That sissy elf was the first male I fucked, but you were the first man I fucked. There's a big difference, and I know which one was superior."
That comment came with a husky growl and a firm hand clamping onto my asscheek, his strong fingers kneading into that supple, hairy flesh. I groaned with desire, taking note of the fact that both of our loin cloths were lewdly tented, though his hand fell away, and he shook his head.
"As much as I would love to come with you, and fuck that luscious ass of yours on a regular basis, I cannot. Strange as it may sound, I think this exile is for the best, and the journey ahead should be yours and yours alone. I want you to indulge, Orzok. As I said the first night, if my grandson is going to be a fag, he'd better be the biggest fag the orcish race has ever known, so go forth. Explore the world. Slut yourself out to all of the men you desire, but take care in who you approach. Not everyone will be receptive, so use your best judgement. Drop hints. You'll know if the man is interested."
"I will, Daddy. Thank you for the advice. I should go, before I am begging for one last round before I leave."
He chuckled, and nodded. "The sun will soon rise and the orcs will be awake, and we both know you can't keep your mouth shut when you're getting your ass fucked."
We shared a drink in the waning moments before dawn--enough time for my hardon to subside, so I could leave the village without a tent in my loin cloth. Admittedly, that conversation filled me with a lust renewed, and I strongly felt the need for a man. It would have to be anticipation, for now. Perhaps I could meet someone on the road...
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The first day of travel was largely uneventful, taking me through the forested regions surrounding the orcish tribal lands. To call what I was on a road would be generous--it was barely more than a path, and would require riders on horseback to very carefully pass each other, though of course I was walking. I camped under the stars, and was fortunate to have a clear, quiet night.
Day two was much the same, still on the narrow trail, and still deep in the forest. I'd packed plenty of food, so that was a non-issue, and I could hunt with my crossbow in a pinch. I saw no one during either day, though as night fell on the second, I spotted an orange glow in the distance. It was not moving, so perhaps a camp in the woods? Curious, I walked in that direction, though I kept my axe in hand.
While stealth was not my strength, per se, it was dark and my green skin provided some natural camouflage in the woodlands, so I was able to sneak up to the source of light undetected. It was a small but tidy log cabin, with a horse and cart out front beneath a canopy. The cart was loaded with freshly cut logs, so I assumed that this must be a lumberjack's cabin. A stump with an axe lodged into it seemed to all but confirm that notion.
The light came from inside, and shone orange through the windows. It was welcoming, though the arrival of an orc in the night might not be welcome. Creeping closer, I peered in through one of the windows to get eyes on the lumberjack, and would decide from there what my next move would be. I first looked in through a window on the front of the cabin, where I spotted an empty kitchen, though there was a heavy cauldron over a fire, lightly steaming with what must have been the remains of the lumberjack's dinner. Moving along, I tried a window on the right, near the back side of the home.
There was the lumberjack, a human man with a medium length, grizzled salt and pepper beard, receding short black hair greying at the temples, and a chubby body. His large, hairy belly was bouncing as he beat his cock in the bedroom of his home, clearly illuminated by the fire from his hearth. He was completely naked, toes curling as he laid upon the bed and stroked his meat, which looked to be about the same size as my own, six inches crowned with a thick head, wrapped in gorgeous veins that made my mouth water.
Could I have him? I had to try. My hunger was great and his body thrilled me. Orcs did not typically get chubby, due to our warrior nature, so I found this man's size enticing. He was already horny, so I came up with a plan. Removing my shirt, I tucked it away into my backpack, so my strong, hairy chest was bared, and my only clothes, other than traveling gear, were my loin cloth and moccasins.
Hastily, so I could disrupt him before he finished beating off, I rapped my fist against the door. A commotion followed as he scrambled to his feet, interrupted in the middle of his private time, and then blurted out a gruff, "Coming, coming! Hold yer horses! It better be important at this hour!"
The door was opened, and there stood the lumberjack, slightly shorter than me, but not by much, with a blanket wrapped around his waist. I felt his gaze swimming over my broad, naked chest before he spoke, which reminded me of what my grandfather said as I was leaving: You'll know if the man is interested. This was a good hint, at least, so I resolved to press my luck.
"...An orc? Hells below, if yer here for trouble, ye best reconsider because--" he began, but I stopped him, raising a hand.
"No trouble. My name is Orzok. I am a traveler, lost in the wilds." I was definitely not lost, but he didn't need to know that. As he sized me up after that excuse, I let my own gaze roam over his physique to hint at mutual interest, and licked my lips before I continued. "I'd be very grateful if I could share your fire tonight."
He seemed keenly aware of the hints I was dropping, and licked his own lips before responding. I noticed the blanket wrapped around his waist starting to tent at his crotch. "Come in, come in, Orzok. My name is Pavel. Warm yourself by the hearth in my bedroom, if you please, and relieve yourself of the burden of your pack."
I dipped my head in thanks, and continued on into his home, entering the kitchen and taking an immediate right to the bedroom, where I walked to the hearth at the foot of the bed, and started to remove my pack, as well as the leather straps securing my weapons. Hearing the front door close, and the smacking of his bare feet on the floor behind me, I decided that I wouldn't stop there. I stepped out of my moccasins and pushed them aside, then lowered my loin cloth. While I could've simply untied it and let it fall, instead, I pulled it down with my hands, all the way to my ankles, bending over nice and low in the process to show off my round, hairy ass to the man standing in the bedroom doorway.
"Stay there... just like that," I heard him growl, as the sound of his wrapped blanket being undone came immediately after. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught the moment when it fell from his waist and up sprung his cock, rock hard and bouncing as it was freed. My own dick was in a similar state as I remained bent over at his command, slowly swaying my hips from side to side for his enjoyment.
"Is this what passes for gratitude among the orcs?" he mused, closing the distance between us until his loins were flush against my ass and his cock was riding up in my hairy asscrack. His hands explored my voluminous cheeks while I grinded back against him.
"Most orcs find this sort of thing appalling, but you found the exception," I growled in reply, nuzzling my puckered star against the underbelly of his cock, our balls securely nestled together. The more I teased, I could feel his precum leaking down into my asscrack.
"Hrnh... lucky me that the exception has an exceptional ass," he crooned into my ear, before taking a long, hungry lick from lobe to tip, all along the rim. Leaning back slightly, he spit into his hand, and rubbed it onto his cock, mixing it with his precum as an impromptu lube. "Ready to get buttfucked, bitch?"
I groaned huskily at his forwardness, widening my stance and grabbing on to the stonework over his hearth to brace myself. "Rrghh... fuck yes... fuck my ass and make me your bitch, Pavel... I need your fat, hard dick inside me..."
He smacked his cock against my anus teasingly, giving a few coy pushes that only saw the very tip of his cockhead stretching my ring, my anticipatory moans causing the burly lumberjack to growl with lust. I flexed my butthole against the crown of his cock to return some of the teasing he was giving, which earned a sultry chuckle from the human. "You've got some nice control of your pucker there, boy. You take dicks often?"
A groaned, glancing over my shoulder to meet his gaze, "As often as I can, Sir..."
He grinned, and leaned into the dirty talk we were sharing. I could tell it turned him on, and by the way my dick was throbbing and leaking precum, it was definitely the same for me. "I figured a big orc like you would at least be a top, if not bi. You like girls too, slut?"
I shook my head, keeping the eye contact between us locked and hot. "No, Sir. I am gay, and a dedicated bottom. My purpose in life is to please horny men..." Groaning with desire, I pushed my butthole against his cockhead again, giving my ass a little shimmy for his enjoyment, before adding, "...like you."
That seemed to trigger something lustful and primal in him, because no sooner had that last word left my mouth than did I feel his strong hands clutching my hips as he fed his cock deep, deep up my ass, every inch causing my dick to jump as my inner walls stretched to fit him. The sensation of his hairy balls making contact with my ass caused a renewed moan to escape me.
"Ooohfuck... your cock is stretching me so fucking well. Fuck me... please, please, fuck me... don't hold back..!"
"Hrnh... your ass feels so fucking good, Orzok." He rocked his hips, slapping his balls against my ass twice before continuing to speak. "You're fucking right about your role in life. This tight, hot hole proves it. The gods brought you here to be a gay slut." A loud smack rang out through the cabin as he slapped my ass, then started to rock his hips in a brisk rhythm, buttfucking me in earnest... finally.
I needed it, and I made that plainly clear, shamelessly grunting, moaning, and calling his name as he dicked me down. While it was a remote cabin, it was not far from the road, and the way we were going at it, someone traveling nearby definitely could've heard what was going on. After a few minutes of fucking my ass doggystyle against the hearth, he pulled out his cock with a wet pop, grabbed my hips, and threw me onto his bed, which creaked under my weight as I landed on my back.
The creaking was only escalated when he climbed on with me. I opened my legs for him and he took that invitation without hesitation, resting my legs on his shoulders and sliding his cock back inside me while my ass was slightly elevated. Being manhandled like that brought me from horny to completely dickdrunk, moaning like a cheap whore as he pounded my ass in the new position, which allowed me to see his face twisting with lust as my luscious butthole was milking his dick.
That veiny dick was massaging my prostate, led on by his fat, swollen cockhead stretching my hole every time he thrust into me. My toes curled and my feet flopped back and forth on his shoulders, at the mercy of his now aggressive pace. As his belly shook and his sweat started to trickle onto me, I felt overwhelmed, all of my senses aflame with lust as my cock jerked hard and started to spurt, shooting ribbons of pearly cum across my hairy chest and abdomen. Four... five... six big shots of jizz were painted onto my body in lewd ropes, and even after the powerful initial blasts, cum was still leaking from the tip in a lazy drool.
"Didn't even have to... hfffh... touch your cock, did I?" I moaned as he grinned down to me, still pumping into my quivering anus as the semen was erupting from my cock. "Just like a good slut," he growled, leaning down onto me, chest to cummy chest, and pressed a hungry kiss onto my lips, our tongues slashing together in a lewd dance as his hips continued drilling that perfect cock inside me. Our makeout session lasted about a minute, until he broke the kiss and leaned to the side, murmuring into my ear on a hot groan.
"...Gonna... fucking... shoot it..."
I cried out with lust at the admission, squeezing his hips with both hands, as if to press him deeper into my ass, while I growled in reply, "Shoot it inside me!" I begged, prodding him on with my words, "Please, Pavel! Breed my ass!"
And he did exactly that, hilting into me so deep that I could feel his balls twitching against my asscrack as he shot his load, spurt after spurt of warm cum flooding my guts and filling up my anal passage. I moaned in satisfaction, fingers gripping at his hips and toes curled up tight against my feet as he knocked me up with his burly lumberjack sperm. I was reeling. I belonged to him, and I loved it.
I lost count of how many shots of semen he pumped into me before his dick stopped throbbing, and he slumped on top of me. His cock eventually slipped out as it softened, and a lewd trickle of cum dribbled out of my ass and onto his bed. The scent of cum, sweat, and ass filled the space around us with an intoxicating bouquet, which I indulged in liberally during the moments of afterglow. We kissed a bit more, during which time, he found himself beside me, instead of on top. I wrapped a leg around his hip.
"I'm gay, too," he murmured with a smirk, as if continuing the conversation we were having before it was interrupted by our blazing hot fuck session. "You're a thousand times better than what I get in town, Orzok. I could fuck this thick, hairy ass every fucking night..." He growled, and smacked my ass with that admission, causing my cheeks to wobble and more of his cum to dribble out.
I wanted it, too. Under any other circumstances, I'd have become a lumberjack and lived out my days as his slutty husband, but in that moment, I knew I couldn't. It would be the easy way out. My grandfather bade me to indulge, and enjoy the journey ahead. I'd be doing him a disservice if the journey ended now.
"Does that mean I can visit again?" I asked with a coy grin, running my fingers through his chest hair.
"You'd damn well better," he snapped in reply, squeezing my ass possessively, which made me moan. Leaving the cabin was not getting any easier. "Let's rest for now. I'll see you off properly in the morning."
He kissed me again, and then pulled the blankets over us. It'd be a huge mess for him to clean later, but judging by the way he passed out snoring with a firm grip on my ass, I got the impression I was worth all the trouble. I resolved in that moment to visit him...
...Regularly.
