Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2010 05:12:27 -0700
From: Ryan Eastis <tangerynebear@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Blacksmiths Tribe Part 1

	This story is contains explicit relations between two male
characters, if this offends you, or you are not of proper age to view said
material in your providence then you should read no further.
	This story is a fabrication the characters and locals are of my own
creation if you would like to use said material or add to it by all means
do so, I would love to see what others come up with, though i would like
atleast an e-mail of said interpretation. the Orcish language used in this
limited as it may be was not of my own creation, but from a freesource
website orcishnations (phrasebook).

	Being a blacksmith, you're almost always underappreciated for the
work you do. Whenever some noble or duke comes in its just business as
usual constant deflagrate attitudes expecting perfection to be completed in
a day. Except for orcs they not only treat you with respect but they honor
blacksmiths almost as much as their tribe leader. It's like you're the
creator of some beautiful rupee only it's an axe or claymore. So I suppose
that's why after about 15 years of working at a smithy in a human
settlement called Brunsquire, I moved to an orc encampment about a
fortnight to the east near the metallic red foothills of the Gregoth
Mountain Range. They aren't a large community smaller than a normal tribe,
about 20 orcs in all. They mainly make a living off the land growing crops,
but they also mine just at the foot of the closest mountain, harvesting the
jewels and such that it creates. Though it is said there is a dragon near
these mountains I haven't ever seen any evidence of one, possibly one of
the reasons these orcs got the encampment in the first place. Though I have
begun to notice a few strange happenings such as there are only male orcs
that live here, they speak just enough English to communicate with but
whenever I point this fact out they seem to mutter in orcish. Also the
shaman of the tribe seems to feel the need to offer live deer to the
supposed dragon of these lands, though I never hear anything at the night
of the ritual the deer is always mysteriously gone in the morning. It's
also always a buck no more than three prongs old. While I only make weapons
in my spare time these days, my main focus for the tribe is to repair
broken equipment. Melding what I can or making new ones, the good thing
about being near a mine is there is plenty of pig iron to make new
material. They always appreciate my input as to whether something could be
modified further, but they always treat me as an equal nothing more or
less.
	Being as orcs live longer than humans, due to their far greater
metabolism, their coming of age is at thirty, which is what I will be
turning in a full moon cycle. One night while I was working on a
particularly beautiful claymore, if I do say so myself, the shaman visited
my smithy. I had just placed the sword into the bucket of water after my
final cast of the blade was done, when he entered.
	"how be yu gur-ree?" introducing himself with the proper greeting
with his arm held out. I gave up on them pronouncing my proper name a few
days after settling, its Jerold son of Jarvis.
	"Hard at work Turinn, as always" reaching out and griping his
forearm, then clasping it.
	"You be a man soon, what say you be part of clan?" gripping my
forearm in return.
	Orcs when speaking in human tongue usually are very direct; they
say what they need to and nothing more, though I must admit I was quite
shocked at this invitation.
	"Really? What has brought on this decision?" I said while releasing
his forearm and tending to my sword removing it from the water and placing
it onto the stone counter to cool further.
	"yu be here twelve moons, you be good for tribe." He said as he
walked closer to me placing his hands on the counter, and shifting his
weight on them.
	"Surely I can't I'm human, I thought orcs were forbade from
integrating humans into their tribe." I said as I began to remove my
leather apron and hanging it onto one of the wooden hooks that protruded
from the wall near the fireplace.
	"only woman. orc and hyuman babes cannot be allowed, babes die
easy, babes weak." He said shifting his weight on one hand and scratching
at his loincloth with the other.
	Though this foreword gesture seemed like a good idea I still felt
unease from it.
	"why do you want me to join the clan? Can I not stay here as a
visitor if I refuse?" I said beginning to close the shutter on the fire.
	"yuu can stay... but it be better clan if you join" he paused "I
want you ...shok with tribe" he replaced both his hands on the stone
counter top.
	"surely there has been some misunderstanding," I said in
quickly. "Shok in orcish means mate doesn't it?"
	"Ja, you mate with brethren," he said matter of factly, swiping his
nose with his index finger "you make clan stronger, you teach youngin' to
make vegal" he paused, after realizing he used orcish again, then said
"tools"
	"But there are no female orcs in this tribe" I said beginning to
feel even more uneasy.
	"you like najor, no?" he said gripping his groin while saying it.
	"you mean do I like men?" I asked quizzically, I was beginning to
put this puzzle together.
	"ja, you mate with men" he said releasing his groin and beginning
to walk around the counter towards me.
	"no no no," I said desperately, "I haven't even been with anyone
else like that before," that was a lie of course a farm hand and I used to
play with each other when I was 13 we would always end up in a haystack
somewhere kissing and exploring. But with an orc, I've seen their monster
cocks before just flaccid they look like a horses prick.
	"you wan to, I know," he reached me, or rather cornered me, near
the fire. "I see you look at me when I be washing."
	"please Turinn," I said in defeat. "don't make me ma--"
	He quickly grabbed my cock with his left hand, put his right around
my neck, and forced his face onto mine. I could feel his tusks rubbing
against my cheeks, his tongue beginning to separate my lips, all the while
his hand kneading my groin. I lost all control; my body froze from the
shear quickness of it, though it didn't hurt, in fact it felt extremely
exhilarating. I began to put my hands up, placing them on his large chest,
feeling the thick pelt of fur that grew there.
	He moaned "gur-ree you make Turinn all pokey" he released his vice
grip on me, and we both looked down at his now semi-erect penis, a wet spot
on his loincloth already visible. I reached out and began to rub the shaft,
making it jolt up against my hand, Turinn moaning more. He placed his hand
on my forearm caressing it as I began to stroke his orc-tail in my hand,
though I could barely fit my hand around it.
	He backed up a bit removing his loincloth then returning to me,
kissing me passionately, he began to disrobe me. First my shirt gently
lifting it above my head tossing on the counter top. Next I lifted my right
leg; he removed my boot, then the left. Next he slowly lowered my breaches
as he got them around my ankles he engulfed my hard cock to the hilt into
his mouth, His tongue lapping at it in desperation, and then slowly
releasing it.  Removing my breaches fully and placing them on the counter
as well.
	Now thoroughly aroused I shoved my face onto his, opening my mouth
wide licking his lips, his tongue, his tusks that protruded out of his
mouth. Stroking his shaft in one hand and rubbing his large orbs in the
other. I could feel his prick begin to touch my abdomen as it reached full
hardness. My thigh felt wet, and realizing that it was pre-cum I slowly
separated our mouths. I crouched at his groin still pumping away, adding my
other hand; I hesitantly stuck my tongue out and lapped at the tip of his
dick. It spurted out some more liquid in response, landing further back in
my mouth, it tasted tangy, a salty sweet mixture. I began to stroke harder
as I wanted another taste of this delicious nectar. Turinn moaned in
ecstasy beginning to run his meaty hands through my hair.
	"you be good, gur-ree" Turinn said as I worked away at his
cock. "Turinn gonna squirt soon if you tugging orctail like that." I
doubled my effort as I saw his balls begin to draw up, knowing this meant
he was close to cumming, I opened my mouth wide and away from his piss
slit.
	He began to cum just as I got into position, spurting in a huge
torrent of white. The first shot hit the back of my throat hard, causing me
to gag. I moved his cock up a bit causing the next shot to hit my forehead
down to my nose.  i began to stroke harder on his dick wanting more of his
seed to cover my face, he shivered as I did this and shot another huge rope
of semen, this time hitting all the way from my right ear down to my
chin. Feeling this warm substance on my face made me want to taste it
again, I quickly lined it up to my mouth again, this time making sure it
would hit my tongue. I could feel the difference in force on this shot as
it hit my tongue much gentler, the taste was muskier than of the tang that
I had tasted earlier, but it made my cock jump in arousal. I closed my
mouth around the head of his dick as he spurted that last few shots of his
load I couldn't seem to get enough. He began to stop shivering in pleasure,
and I began to rub his testicles again keeping his dick rooted in my mouth.
	"mmmm, gur-ree like to eat me seed?" he cooed as he looked down
upon me with glazed eyes.
	"mmhmm, " was my response nodding my head up and down, as his dick
was still inside my mouth.
	I finally released my vice grip on his mushroom head and smiled up
at him. Still stroking his testicles I stood up and began to kiss him
again. His tongue began to push against mine and also beginning to lick the
load off my face sharing the taste between us. Though it almost felt like I
was kissing an animal it was very arousing still. My cock was still rock
hard, and Turinn took notice as he finished cleaning my face of his load.
	"Gur-ree wanna squirt now?" he asked
	"Please Turinn I need release" as I said this, he lifted me, and
placed me on the countertop.
	Crouching between my legs his tongue began to lap at my groin,
caressing my testicles and lower part of my shaft. He then engulfed my cock
again, this time kneading my testicles as well. Bobbing his head up and
down, he pushed my back down onto the table and spread my legs. I was
hesitant at first but slowly widened them to his gentle touch. He removed
my cock from his mouth and started licking my nuts, beginning to pump my
dick with his meaty paw.  He then did something I did not expect; he began
to lick my hole. I could feel the slightly scratchy surface of his tongue
rubbing against my opening. It felt amazing, I started to relax immensely,
and it started to invade my insides. I was getting close to my orgasm and
he knew it, he removed his tongue from my pucker and sheathed my cock once
again. I felt one of his fingers begin to push into my hole. That pushed me
over the edge, feeling his finger shove itself deeper into me as I was
wracked by my orgasm. Turinn swallowing all of my cum like he was breathing
air. His finger was moving in and out of my tight hole, now it felt
slightly painful, but more pleasurable.
	"Gur-ree taste yum" Turinn said with a smile as he let my cock flop
out of his mouth.
	"that was amazing Turrin," I said as I sat up and began to deep
kiss him again, this time more passionate than desperate. "gods that felt
so good," as I broke our kiss.
	"Gur-ree, become part of clan then?" Turrin seemed worried as he
asked.
	I mocked thinking about it trying to make it look like I was
deciding, Worrying Turinn further.
	"Absolutely!"