Page 15 of Quickies

The first lick was a little shaky. He felt the wrinkles of Jarl’s hole under his tongue.

“Yeah. Like that.”

When Rune licked again, Jarl moaned.

“More. Put your tongue in me.”

Jarl’s slick tasted different than Rune’s own. Sweet too, but spicier. Rune found the center of the little star and pressed his tongue against it. It yielded easily, and he licked into Jarl’s hole.

No, this was wrong. They shouldn’t do this.

But Jarl groaned happily, and his hand on his cock sped up.

“Fuck, that’s good. Please. Please… Lick me. Lick my ass. Oh yeah.”

Rune’s own hole was leaking slick. He pushed his tongue deeper, and Jarl cried out. So he did it again. And again.

“Fuck me with your fingers!” Jarl ordered breathlessly.

Rune straightened on his knees. In the weak light of the fire, he saw the glistening smears around Jarl’s open hole. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he slid two fingers into Jarl’s hole and pumped. This, he knew.

“Harder. Fuck me! Harder!”

He rubbed the front wall of Jarl’s hole, driving his fingers in and out. His friend shook, whimpering. Finally, Jarl cried out with his peak, and his asshole clenched greedily on Rune’s fingers. Rune left his fingers inside, pumping gently, the way he liked it when Jarl did it to him. When Jarl stopped shuddering, Rune pulled his fingers out.

Jarl slumped onto his side. He licked his palm, eating his own cum, and hummed.

“Fuck. I needed that.”

Rune wiped his fingers on his pants and unbuttoned them. He tugged his underpants below his balls and stroked his hard cock. He was so aroused. He kept thinking about the orcs. What if they found them? What if they were in the forest now, watching them do this forbidden thing?

“You promised you’d lick me too,” he told Jarl.

Jarl blew out a heavy breath and sat up. His wet butt on the sleeping bag, he reached into the backpack and pulled out the bottle of liquor. He took two deep gulps and screwed the lid back on.

“Take off your pants and get on all fours,” he said.

Rune did as he was told. He felt awkward and vulnerable. When Jarl touched his ass cheek, Rune jolted.

But then a warm wet tongue swiped over Rune’s asshole, and he moaned. Oh, that felt nice. So nice.

“They did this to me for hours,” Jarl said, stroking over Rune’s wet pucker with his fingers. “Except their tongues were thick and long, and I could feel their tusks pressing into my skin.”

Then he licked again.

Rune grabbed his cock and squeezed. His hole tingled, the sweet tendrils spreading into his ass cheeks and all the way to the tip of his cock. When Jarl pushed his tongue inside, Rune yelped with surprised pleasure.

Out of nowhere, he came. He whimpered, his cock twitching in his hand. Jarl licked deep into him, and Rune’s asshole spasmed. Oh no! He wanted more of this! When could he convince Jarl to do it again? He came too fast, and now it was over. With a frustrated grunt, he milked his cock, but the lovely feeling was already drifting away.

Jarl sat up behind him and gave his ass a smack.

“You’re easy,” he said.

He rinsed his mouth with the liquor, swallowed, then plonked onto his sleeping bag.

Rune had forgotten to catch his seed in his hand. He would have to sleep on cum stains. Oh well. He dabbed at them with his underpants.

Jarl handed him the liquor bottle, and they both drank until it was half empty. Rune’s head felt light and mushy.

In the middle of the night, Rune jolted awake. He’d seen a face with green skin and huge tusks looming above him. Had he dreamed it? He sat up and stared into the darkness.

Jarl snored softly next to him. There was nobody else around.

It must have been a dream.

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