Page 27 of Bear Creek Father's Day
When he warned Orrin that he was about to cum, the sneaky shifter flipped him over like a half-cooked burger and wrapped his talented tongue around Zak’s cock. It took only seconds for him to realize that being blown by a shifter was something out of this world, as Zak’s grunts and shouts clearly demonstrated. Just before he exploded, Orrin wiggled a slim finger into his ass, pegging his prostate—another new sensation he’d never feltbefore. That did it. Sensory overload triggered Zak’s muscles to contract with a toe-curling release. Orrin hungrily sucked the seed right out of him as the man jerked, trembled, and shook.
When Zak was too sensitive to take any more, he threaded fingers through Orrin’s tangled locks, lifting the man’s head until his cock popped free. Not yet done with his man, Orrin played with Zak’s nuts—tugging, rolling, and sucking on them while he recovered. Eventually, Zak gathered Orrin into his arms, kissing him thoroughly and enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. When they came up for air, Orrin had a question.
“Was that good for you?”
Zak smiled and kissed the tip of Orrin’s nose.
“Oh yeah! I’ve never let anybody play with my ass before, so now I have an idea of what I’ve been missing.”
Orrin was horrified.
“What? I’m so sorry, Zak. I should have asked first, but I assumed…”
Zak shushed him with a long, soft kiss.
“It’s all good. We probably should have talked about this stuff, but we were too wound up for conversation. I’ve always been a top and have never been penetrated, so what you did was all new—and yes, I want you to do it again! If your tongue and finger felt that good, I can only imagine how much better it would be with your dick. I’m not ready to try it yet, but eventually, you’ll be my first.”
Orrin’s scent retained the sour tang of guilt, but he managed to move on without making an even bigger deal out of the blunder.
“Basically, anything I do to you is something I would also like, and you’ve probably guessed that I’m a hungry bottom, so we’re well-matched. I’m up for almost anything except some of the wilder kinks. Ihavetopped before, but it has to be the right person and situation for me to enjoy it. I think with you, it would always be fun.”
Zak let his hands wander while they were conversing, eliciting small gasps, growls, and groans from Orrin. It was his goal to figure out where the man’s hot spots were, and revisit them at the appropriate time. This, too, was something different, as he was used to one-night stands who never merited a repeat performance.
“I need to learn everything that turns you on, so feel free to tell me what you like or want. And if there’s something youdon’tlike, don’t be afraid to say so. As for me, my sense of smell is better than a human’s but not nearly as sensitive as yours, so I won’t always know what’s going on by your scent. I’ll also never experience a mating bond and can’t detect the shared scent of mated couples.
“Let’s see—there are a few other shifter traits I have that you should know about. I’m usually good for several rounds of sex before my dick needs a rest. I have a bear-like appetite, but I don’t gain extra weight in the winter. The mating season doesn’t make me extra horny or anything, at least not that I’ve noticed. I can’t growl or purr, though I like it when you do. I have twenty-twenty vision, and I enjoy being out in nature, so a ramble in the woods with your bear would be right up my alley.”
Orrin had listened with interest, noting the information for future reference, but Zak gave off an uncertain vibe that he didn’t understand.
“There’s something you’re not telling me, Zak. Whatever it is, I won’t judge you.”
Zak sighed, certain he’d never be able to withhold or hide anything from Orrin. He’d have to accept that if there were any hope of a relationship.
“You’re right, of course. One reason I’ve always avoided shifters was because I hate being looked down on for not being good enough. It’s a difficult thing to overcome, and I usually assume the worst in someone before giving them a chance. I’ll never have the gifts you take for granted, and if that’s going to cause problems, then we really don’t have a future together.”
It hurt that Zak might think of him as being shallow, but Orrin had never fully understood the trials quasi-shifters have to go through in life. Putting the man’s mind at ease was of paramount importance.
"Listen carefully to what I tell you. I’m fully aware that we aren’t the same, andI like it.You have gifts and abilities that I don’t, which is true for every couple. I’ll never purposely make you feel inadequate or less than me because you aren’t a shifter. It’s true that we’ll have to make adjustments in our expectations, but so does every couple. I wouldn’t be a fit parent for Rayn if I thought less of her, and only fools are arrogant enough to think they’re superior to anyone else—human or quasi-shifter. You already know I don’t think that way or we wouldn’t be here right now.”
Zak felt awful for suggesting that Orrin was anything like the bigoted idiots he’d dealt with over the years. The man was probably the most genuine, kind, giving person he’d ever met, and he deserved more credit than he’d received.
“I apologize, Orrin. I don’t have a single reason to lump you in with the riffraff. Please forgive me.”
Orrin knew by scent alone that the man was being genuine, and he pulled him in for reassuring kisses. It didn’t take long for them to become heated, and Zak rolled them over so he was on top, rutting against the smaller man until he began to growl.
“I want to taste you, and I owe you a blowjob anyway.”
Orrin nodded enthusiastically, and Zak kissed his way down the man’s hairy chest, stopping to lick and suck on erect nipples. That got him riled up in a hurry, lifting his hips to rub against Zak’s body and leaving trails of precum on his skin. More kisses followed until he reached the prize, enjoying the concentrated scent in the thick patch of curls above his cock. It was longer and thicker than his own, presenting him with a challenge, but he’d do his best to make it good for the beautiful man.
He stroked it lazily while teasing Orrin’s hole with a fingertip, earning him a growl that he was fairly certain meant ‘get to the good stuff.’ Zak did, licking Orrin’s meaty crown and tasting the clear fluid leaking from the tip. It was both sweet and salty, but he needed a bigger sample and engulfed several inches of the slightly curved cock, sucking with fervor. At the same time, he reached up to pinch and tug at both nipples, causing Orrin to nearly levitate off the bed.
Thrashing and growling, he began thrusting deeper into Zak’s hot mouth, chasing the orgasm to its natural conclusion. Zak kept working the man’s sensitive nips while swallowing around his dick, and then began to hum—a trick he’d learned long ago. Orrin shouted as his cock erupted, flooding Zak’s mouth with cream, despite having cum three times earlier. Shifters must have heavier reserves, as the flow continued with pulse after pulse until Orrin finally sagged beneath him.
He didn’t rest for long—pulling Zak up for snowball kisses, hunting down remnants of his own seed with a long, flexible tongue. At length, the pair rested comfortably until their stomachs reminded them that they’d missed supper. Parting later would be difficult, now that they’d had a taste of one another, but it was too soon to mention what might come next. Wherever their paths ultimately led, both had responsibilities and neither had any dating experience. The only option was to figure it out as they went along.
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