*loud rooster crowing*
The first goddamn thing I hear in the morning is Mrs. Hensley's rooster screaming like it's doing the world a goddamn, loud-ass favor.
....
Calm down, it's not the bird's fault I have to awaken to another day of thankless labor.
*more loud-assed rooster bitchery*
...breathe in. Breathe out. Don't imagine chicken for dinner tonight.
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The large broad-shouldered man's name is Heath. He's a big man, stones higher than the tallest man in the village. He was good shape overall even if his stomach was rotund and his body was covered with fur. Having been awoke, he yawns and stretches out on his bed, his well worked muscles tensing and flexing while his morning wood leaks through his sheet. The blanket's softness smoothly running across his massive cock pulls Heath's sexless life into focus. He's got some time before firing up the forge - a hotter heat in his loins needed attention.
He had spilled so much seed already, he was slicked up and ready to go. Focusing on the head of his meaty mushroom always feels good to him, but he feels that spot inside him ached. Turning over on his stomach with his knees below him leaves his fat ass in the air. He strokes himself like a cow being milked, then transfers his ever flowing pre-cum to his hole. Once he feels prepared, he sticks the end of one of his fingers inside him. It feels strange being stretched out, but he doesn't hate it. He just wishes a plump cock was doing the work his fingers can't. That spot inside that aches as he jacks off is still out of reach from his one finger, but it hurts when he tries another. What he wouldn't give the have someone top him, mate him, fuck him, fill him up!
Eventually though, he tires of being unable to satisfy this lust in him. No one around wanted anything to do with him unless it was concerning his work. A wave of loneliness blows out the residual lust Heath felt mere moments ago. Now nothing feels as good as it was before...
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Midday approaches and Heath works shirtless in the sweltering heat of his forge as he does every other day. He prides himself on taking up the family business, regardless of the reputation it came with. Sadly, his labor regularly goes unappreciated. Sweat glistens on his brown skin, his hammer striking the anvil with practiced precision. Some nearby kids were whispering loudly about him.
"He stinks!"
"He's so sweaty!"
"He needs a bath!"
Ignore them. Their parents will raise a hue and cry if I so much as admonish them. My pride's not so delicate as to be hurt by children pointing out I smell.
"Why's he always alone? Is it because he's smelly?"
"Momma says it's because he's ugly."
...ouch. Why do taunts from kids always find your insecurities? Well sorry for not being pretty! I glare over at the brats which sends them running.
*low whistle* "Nice mean mug!"
I see a warrior standing before me, his auburn hair tousled just enough to look effortless, his piercing blue eyes that make you feel truly seen. He’s lean, all honed muscle and quiet strength, the kind that doesn’t need to demand attention, it simply has it. Inhaling slowly, I try to shift into something more professional, more controlled. The heat of the forge is nothing compared to the weight of his gaze, but I steady myself, slipping into the role of a businessman. Or at least, I try. I plaster on my customer service face I've been practicing in the mirror.
"How can I help you, sir?"
He looks puzzled, tilting his head slightly.
"Huh. They said you were ugly."
He pauses, eyes scanning my face before a slow, amused smile tugs at his lips.
"But I think you look just fine."
I… I do? I'm annoyed that I feel so giddy. His grin widens.
"Actually… you’re kinda cute."
"If you came here to mock me, don't bother."
His grin retreats and he looked chagrined.
"Hey, I didn't mean to mock you or anything. I was just flirting."
"Don't toy with me, just show me what you're here for."
Thankfully, he complies and unsheathes his weapon, revealing a steel sword worn from battle, its edges lined with noticeable dents. I take the hilt, my fingers brushing the well-worn grip as I lift it for a closer look. Even at a glance, it’s clear - the blade is long overdue for maintenance. This much damage could take at least a few days to fully fix.
"If I just repair the edge and reinforce the structure, it might only take a day or two. That'd get it working for you, but to fully repair it might take a little longer than that."
"Aw shoot, I was hoping to get back to work sooner."
Ugh, is he going to be one of those spoiled Karens that can't wait for work to be done?
"Unless you have a backup weapon, it'll take at least two days most likely. The damage is extensive, it'll take a while to fix."
"Shoot, I don't have money for the inn yet."
Shit, my inner people pleaser can't leave a guy to fend for himself, especially if I'm keeping him held up. The stables at the tavern aren't anywhere I'd want someone to stay for days.
"I've got a spare bed I can rent out to ya for a few days if you want. Otherwise-"
"Really? Thanks man!"
"No problem sir. I'll get started right away."
"Okay. Can I wait here?"
"...sure. If you get bored-"
When you get bored.
"-the tavern is near the inn."
"Alright."
My life is simple. I make, I repair, and I don’t bother with what happens beyond my anvil. But I can't deny some company would be nice.
"What's your name?"
...no one usually worries about who I am...
"Name's Heath."
"Hey Heath. My name's Sethis."
It feels nice hearing my name spoken aloud. How long has it been since I've heard it spoken aloud? Sethis extends a hand. I'm careful not to hold his calloused hand too long even though I'm touch-starved like no one's business. He takes a seat in my chair I barely use. I take a moment to admire his firm buttocks while he's not looking.
The forge comes alive with the rhythmic clang of metal against metal. Heath wipes the sweat from his brow, his broad chest rising and falling with the effort of his work.
"You don’t wear a shirt."
"Standing next to a forge all day with one on is terrible. Stay here and it won't be long before you’re begging to strip down yourself."
"Hmm."
Unseen by Heath, Sethis' eyes flicker over the blacksmith’s frame before glancing at the sword Heath is working on.
"I've been sharpening the sword, but is there something else I should do to take better care of it?"
"Depends. I'd have someone look at it whenever you're somewhere with a blacksmith. You’re hard on your weapon. I’d say you treat your own body better than you do this steel."
Sethis chuckles.
"Maybe because my body heals on its own. A sword isn’t so lucky."
The two talk about sword care for a moment longer before settling into the sounds of the forge. Every so often, Heath glances over to see Sethis still watching him. And so the blacksmith, who has spent a lifetime watching men walk away, wonders if this one might stay a little longer.
"You're careful. Not just strong."
"A sword isn’t just about brute force. It needs balance, finesse… a steady hand."
"Do you always talk like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're telling me more than just how to fix a sword."
"Oh. I, uh, didn't mean to."
"Don't worry about it."
He winks and Heath gets a fluttery feeling in his stomach he doesn't understand. Eventually, silence takes hold again as the sun sinks lower and lower in the distance.
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Sethis came into Heath's forge expecting another impersonal transaction. But as he watches him work, sees the way his hands mold steel with the same care a sculptor gives to marble, something unfamiliar stirs in him. He lingers, asking questions about the process, about Heath's trade, about him. The intoxicating smell of manly sweat fills the space making Sethis have to shift to hide how much he enjoys Heath's... presence.
Heath clearly isn’t used to warriors staying longer than necessary, let alone watching him so intently. At first, he assumes it’s just curiosity—until he catches the way Sethis' gaze lingers not on the sword, but on Heath himself. The warrior, who has cut down men without hesitation, finds himself hesitating here, caught between wanting a weapon and wanting something he never let himself consider. And the long ignored blacksmith wonders if maybe, for the first time, someone is seeing him.
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As I find my rhythm and get comfortable, Sethis speaks.
"Can I try?"
"Uh, try?"
"Can I try hammering the sword?"
"You might fuck up your weapon..."
Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid. He asked a question and you had to blurt out the rudest thing you could think of.
"Still, can I try?"
Heath finally brings his eyes back to Sethis. The man doesn't look annoyed or fed up with me like everyone else does.
"Uh, sure then."
"Great!"
Sethis strips off his tunic and shirt, revealing lean abdominal muscles and those lines on the hips that lead to his pelvis. Subtly adjusting my bulge, I tear my gaze away, suddenly hyper-aware of the heat clinging to my skin. Sethis breathes in the air and wipes sweat from his brow before stepping up to the anvil with an endearing curiosity.
"You gotta hold it steady. Don’t just slam it down. Feel the weight in your hand before you swing."
Sethis raises the hammer and strikes with a little too much force, missing the sweet spot entirely. The clang is sharp and awkward making my wince.
"I can tell that wasn't right."
"Yeah... not really. You're striking like a warrior bashing in an enemy's skull."
"Can you show me what I did wrong?"
"Sure."
I move behind Sethis, close enough to correct him but not so close that we're touching. However, I reach my hand over his to adjust his grip and give him a feel for how the hammer should come down.
"Like that."
"Hmm."
Sethis moves a bit so we're even closer now, wettened torsos meeting. My still hard dick is pressed against Sethis' perky butt for a second before I back away like I've been bitten.
"Heath?"
"Yeah!"
"You okay?"
"Yeah!!"
"Cause you look kind of..."
Sethis' gaze draws down to my cock straining through my pants and I turn away quickly.
"Anyways, let me-"
I try to walk away to compose myself, but Sethis places a hand on my forearm, stopping me in my tracks. Neither of us move for a long moment amidst the forge’s warmth.
"Hey, we're guys. It happens. Don't sweat it."
I grab two mugs from a nearby shelf and pour two cups of water from a cooled jug. I hand one to Sethis and our fingers brushing for the briefest moment.
"Now come here and show me how you work."
I come up behind Sethis, careful to not grind against him again. Sethis proves to be a quick learner and begins to make some good progress. I concentrate all my focus on the craft, trying my best to ignore how my chest touches his back. And then, slowly, deliberately, Sethis turns his head just enough for his lips to almost brush against my jaw.
"How you doing, big guy?"
"I'm-"
"Look!"
Those damn kids are back.
"The stinky blacksmith has a boyfriend~"
"They both stink!"
I glare at them again, but it doesn't deter them this time.
"Damn kids."
"Hey! Look at this!"
Sethis gets their attention before he turns around and plants a kiss on my cheek. My face heats up so much, I'm speechless.
"Ewwww!"
"They kissed!"
"And I'll kiss you kids too!"
Raising his hands in playful claws, he steps menacingly towards the kids. They run away laughing.
"Ah, kids. Glad I don't have any."
I'm still too nervous to respond.
"I'll sit over here again, thanks for letting me try my hand at smithing."
Hopefully, my face looks the right amount of red from the work and not like I'm a blushing bride. Nothing more pathetic than a guy my age being completely unused to... romance gestures.
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The forge’s fire had burned low by the evening, the air cooled down from its earlier intensity. Heath set down his tools, rolled the tension from his broad shoulders, and took another deep drink of water. Across the room, Sethis remained as if he belonged there.
"Most folk would’ve left hours ago. You really that interested in watching me hammer steel?"
Sethis smirks and responds.
"Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see how you look when you finally stop working."
The peck on the cheek from hours ago still plays through Heath's mind, but there's a fear that Sethis might just be a flirt by nature and maybe Heath was getting his hopes up.
"I'm nothing special."
"I like what I see."
"You don't have to flatter me - I'll get the job done right."
"What if I told you you're really hard working and it's not flattery?"
Something passes between them. The air feels heavier, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with the forge’s heat. Heath had spent his life hammering steel, shaping it into something strong, unyielding. But under Sethis’s gaze, he felt something else entirely, like he was the one being studied, measured, wanted.
"Thanks, but I'm nothing special. My dad was the master blacksmith, I just do routine maintenance while he's travelling."
"Well, I'm not a professional blacksmith, but what you pulled off today was magical."
"Are you always this persistent?"
Sethis tilted his head, the flickering light of the forge casting sharp shadows across his face.
"Only when something's worth chasing."
A long beat of silence follows. Heath wants to hope those words could be more, but putting words to it would make it real. He thinks about how it'd be safer to be apart from everyone like usual. No one can get your hopes up.
But no one can get close either. He wishes from the bottom of his heart he wasn't like this anymore. Sethis closes the distance between them and stops till they're almost touching again. He searches Heath's face for a moment before brushing his fingers over Heath’s forearm sending goosebumps us the man's spine. Their eyes meet and there's a silent understanding between the two. Sethis searches Heath's face for any sign of reluctance. Finding none, he lifts a hand to cup Heath's cheek he kissed earlier. Heath’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans in just a fraction, enough for Sethis to take it as invitation.
Their lips met as Sethis cups the nape of his neck, wettened with sweat and hair matted down, pulling in Heath slowly at first. Then they begin kissing deeper, more certain. The forge had long gone quiet, but in its place, something else burned just as hot. Tongues meet and hands explore the other's body. Nearby voices startle Heath from his first kiss and he pulls away, clearly not wanting to be seen. The people pass by without even a glance at the forge. The heated atmosphere cools now and Heath isn't sure how to express his interest at being bent over his anvil and pounded like a bitch in heat.
"Man, we haven't eaten anything."
"I usually have a big breakfast to carry me through the day."
"How about we go to your place to eat?"
"I, uh, don't have much food at home."
"That's fine, I'm trying to get you alone, so food doesn't matter."
Heath’s at full attention while Sethis grabs his shirt and gear.
"Ready? Lead the way."
All Heath can do is nod his head and collect his own shirt before leading the first man he's ever had this kind of connection with.
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Heath’s house was at the edge of town where he didn’t have to deal with people unless he wanted to. It was a sturdy, no-nonsense kind of place, built more for function than comfort. Heath unlocked his door and pushed it open, letting Sethis step in behind him.
"You live here alone?"
"Yeah..."
"Good."
Sethis takes the lead and we're making out again. Our hand explore one another's bodies, heavy petting each other's cocks through our pants. This is-
*loud, demanding gurgle*
"...was that your stomach?"
"I spent all day at the forge with you! I haven't eaten."
I pull together some bread, smoked meat, cheese, and beers. I'm not much of a cook, but it was food, food which we hungrily ate. Before long, the two of us finish our sandwiches. Sethis leans in a little, his elbows resting against the table.
"You ever let anyone get close to you, Heath?"
I stiffen. The question's too direct, too damn knowing. Before I can respond, Sethis stands up. The chair scraps softly against the floor as the warrior closes the space between us.
"Now that my stomach is satisfied, where were we before? Oh yeah."
Sethis drops to his knees and undoes the button on my pants, revealing my loincloth which barely covers my manhood.
"Mmm. You smell so good~"
Sethis plants his nose in my balls and sniffs around like I smell irresistible. He spends a long time on this before he licks over the cock and balls. It feels heavenly, wet and warm. I can't help but moan as he takes the tip of my cock in his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue around.
"Damn, you've got a big one."
Sethis, undetered, worked his throat around me until he finds a rhythm and bobs up and down on my dick. He goes slowly at first and then amps up the speed, swallowing my fat cock again and again until my dick feels like it's melting. Apparently, Sethis is a real premium cocksucker and enjoys his work from the sloppy sounds Sethis makes as he pleasures me.
"Do you... I want to try. Giving a blowjob I mean."
Grinning, Sethis stands and disrobe until naked. I follow suit and we both stand bare before each other. Sethis has a nice body, I knew that from before, but his manhood is nothing to sneeze at either. A vein runs over the top of his cock that makes me feel thirsty for him. Going to my knees, I get my very first taste of a man's cock. It's firm like a rod and I can't take very much down my throat before I gag and splutter.
"Easy there, big boy."
"You're the big one. Fuck."
"Have you given a blowjob before?"
"...uh, no. Was that bad?"
"You get points for enthusiasm. Here, let me walk you through it."
I'm in heaven sucking on his prick for a long time. Mouth muscles I didn't know I had get to work suckling and licking on the his length. Being told what to do to satisfy a man's needy member is also doing it for me. It doesn't matter that my tongue is tired or that my knees are sore, just focus on making a man feel good. I've never felt more like I have a place in my life I belong.
"Wait. Do you have a bath here? I don't want to spend my seed in your mouth~"
I nod my head in agreement, a string of saliva breaking between my mouth and the big dick I'm going to have inside of me! I pop by the kitchen and grab the cooking oil Sethis says we'll need before leading him to my bath.
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Steam curls around them, thick and hazy in the dim candlelight. The water in the basin was warm, the heat soothing against Heath’s skin, though it did little to ease the tension coiled in his chest. He wasn’t used to this - not the quiet intimacy, not the feeling of someone else’s hands on him. Sethis knelt behind him, fingers trailing slow and deliberate down his back, calloused but careful. He dipped the cloth into the water and wrung it out, the warmth trickling over Heath’s shoulder before Sethis smoothed it across his skin.
"Gods, I needed this. That I'm sharing it with a guy I like is a very added bonus."
"..."
"You’re tense."
"I've... got a guest here."
"Yeah you do~"
He strokes my cock a few times before returning to pressing firmer strokes along the ridges of Heath’s muscles, working the tension loose with steady hands. His fingers followed the cloth’s path, tracing old scars, lingering over places where the heat of the forge had once left its mark.
"You take care of your weapons better than yourself."
Heath huffed, though the sound lacked its usual bite.
"Weapons don’t argue when I try to fix ‘em."
Sethis chuckled, then leaned in just enough that Heath could feel the warmth of his breath against his neck.
"I’m not arguing."
A shiver ran down Heath’s spine, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the warmth of the water or the way Sethis’s voice dipped lower. His fingers twitched in the water before he turned, reaching for the cloth.
"My turn."
Sethis didn’t protest and let Heath pull him closer, let those rough hands run over his shoulders, down the curve of his back, tracing over lean, battle-hardened muscle. Heath wasn’t delicate, he never had been, but there was something deliberate in the way he touched, like he was memorizing every inch of Sethis beneath his hands. Sethis sighed, his head tilting into Heath’s touch.
"Thanks by the way."
"For?"
"Just in general. For housing me. For bathing with me. For sucking my dick~ Speaking of which-"
Sethis shifts in the basin, lining up his still-erect dick to Heath's ample buns.
"Bend over. Let me pound that ass. I've been dreaming about it all day."
I lean over and feel Sethis pushing his head against my eager hole, dragging it up and down my crack before pouring the only on us. I squirm, eager to open up for the man. Everytime he lines up with me, he doesn't penetrate and it's driving me insane with need.
"Gods, would you just fuck me already!"
Obligingly, Sethis begins to slowly push the head of his thick dick inside me. Regardless of how much I want it though, there's a tightness I don't know how to relax inside me and it starts to hurt.
"Holy shit, you're tight as a vice."
I feel like this is no time to posture like I'm experienced in this.
"I... haven't done this before."
"Oh. Oh! That's okay! I won't push until you're used to me. Just keep breathing and let your body do what's natural."
It's a little while, but he manages to get his head in, leaving it there so I can get used to his size. Sethis encourages me to take more of his cock as his huge cock pulsing between my ass cheeks. Slowly, Sethis begins slowly pumping gently, inserting it little bit more with each few strokes until he’s fully inside.
"Fuck, that feels so good."
He stays slowly sliding it back in and out, repeating this process and increasing the pace with each thrust.
"Gods, your ass is amazing."
That spot, that damned spot I couldn't reach before lights up like fireworks as the itch is finally scratched.
"You ready?"
"Please! Gods, I need this. Please fuck me!"
He stops holding himself back and uses those muscles to plunge his cock deep into my hole. When he bottoms out inside me, he groans in satisfaction.
"Oh fuck!"
He puts his hands on my hips and starts to fuck me in earnest. The knowledge that I was getting railed fills me with pride just as surely as the big penis fills me up. He really gives it to me, slamming in his need harder and harder into me. Sethis lifts my thigh and starts striking at a new angle inside me that makes me weak in the knees. Once he gets started, I wish he'd never slow down.
He rides me hard and fast, pounding the living fuck out of my juicy hole with audible squelches. Every chance I got, I was backing myself up against him to meet the next thrusts of his battering ram. His throbbing pole bangs against my prostate sending thrills throughout my body. I moan animalistically in ecstasy as the smaller man makes me his bitch. Soon though, the position I'm being taken in gets uncomfortable.
"Can we bring this to the bedroom?"
Sethis nods and, wet and dripping, we practically run to my room with towels. I'm mounted again on my bed, my face pressed into the pillow. There's no resistance this time and I sigh in relief as I'm filled back up with his throbbing manhood. We pant like dogs in heat as we rut. I flex my ass muscles which seems to make Sethis feel even better. The invading cock drives me crazy. The sounds I make make me glad I don't have any nearby neighbors - I can be as vocal as I want.
"Your cock's hitting so deep!"
"Oh yeah? Let me hear you moan like a little slut."
I moan, voicing my pleasure of his cock as we fuck like animals.
"Holy shiiiiiit~ fuck me~ pound my hole~ mark me as yours! Oh shit, you're gonna fucking make me cum!"
"Me too. Gods, your ass is magical~"
Slap sounds like applause ring out, faster and faster, needier and needier. With a thunderous baritone bellow, he rams all the way into me and starts shooting his load. I can feel the flex of his cock on my ring. He's filling me so much with white hot, creamy cum, I wonder if it'll come out my nose. Sethis' whole body shudders as he falls on me, spent after emptying his ball sac into me.
"Holy shit."
"Yeah~"
"You! You are a terrific fuck."
I grin, his cock still inside me.
"I needed that like you wouldn't fucking believe. Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet~"
Slowly, he slides his still hard prick out and back in like he's idly sawing a log slicked by his own cum.
"My weapon might take more time to get fixed. I'm not letting you sleep tonight~"
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Heath had a tender asshole full of cum and a sore throat. He never felt better! Sethis had made him cum multiple times, his body had loved the waves of pleasure that felt, that need inside finally. He'd lost count of the amount of times he'd cum. His legs were newborn baby deer legs when he got up to get them water. Sethis had opted to fall asleep in Heath's bed with him, cuddling into the man. As Heath finally started to nod off, he wished today would never end while also hoping Sethis might be a regular customer in the days to come.
