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Night of Firsts

By ScruffyThing

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The day had been a long one. Long hours of walking through winding tunnels as they slowly made their way towards their destination. It was at the inn they sat in now that they had learned just how far it was to the next inn on the trail that they had stopped for the night, and spent some of their slowly draining funds on a rich meal and plenty of beer. The Goblin, one half of the pair, was still getting used to the bitter taste it offered, but appreciated how strong it was compared to the swampgut swill his own people produced. The Badken, the other half of the pair, simply got no end of entertainment from watching the much skinnier goblin twitch, shudder, and grimace after every sip.

After last call, the two had rented a room together. It was not their first choice, but it was much cheaper then renting two seperate rooms. They reconsidered, when they realized there was only one bed. For a moment the two stood in the doorway, staring at the lone bed, unsure of what to do. The goblin was the first to speak.

"Dibs!"

"Fuck you, no dibs." Responded the Badken flatly, trudging into the room and dropping his bag. Placing his warpick against the wall with a tenderness that wasn't strictly necessary for the heavily weighted weapon. The Goblin simply dropped his toolbelt and comparatively much lighter bag where he stood before diving out of his mossy cloak and into the covers as the Badken began to undress. The Goblin, who introduced himself as 'Needlenose' was a typical example of his kind. Pale, green skin, wide, yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the dark with how bright they were, a long, sharp, almost proboscis-like nose and a mouth full of sharp teeth.

The Badken, named 'Gidson' was also fairly typical for his kind. Broad, squat, and heavily furred from head to toe in rust-red fur. His beard was short, and his black nose sat prominently on the end of his snout. Broad, lengthy arms occupied either side of his broad frame. The Goblin squirmed his way to comfort, bundling up the blankets and claiming both pillows for himself as he reveled in how soft the sheets were against his mostly bare skin. He stopped for a moment and looked across the small, stone room they sat in, lit by a single candle at his travelling partner. Maybe it was the beer, but something about his thick fur seemed... engaging to the eyes. Without really realizing what he was doing, he watched the Badken undress. A thick jacket came off, revealing a tight a-shirt stretched over a muscular torso, and that shirt was soon gone as well, revealing a barrel-chest, a prominent tuft of fur nestled between his pecs and a rug of soft fur over his smooth tummy. Oblivious to the staring Goblin, Gidson continued.

Broad hands worked on a brass belt-loop, working the mechanism open in a tortuously slow display for the greedy-eyed greenskin. Eventually it did come off and those same hands went to the broad hips the belt clung too before slowly sliding the pants down and off. The goblin wasn't sure if he liked the fur for how inviting it made the badken look, or cursed it for hiding muscle definition as he gazed at his traveling partners thighs. The pants came off with his boots, the Goblin staring at Gidsons underwear with all the subtlety of a housefire.

Gidson kicked his trousers away and turned to the bed and his gaze settling on the goblin wrapped up in the blankets. For all intents and purposes, it looked like the smaller man was trying to eat him with his eyes. Sharp teeth biting a lip and hips swaying under the blankets. No eye contact was made however, the Goblin obviously distracted. Gidson wasn't sure exactly how to react, and wasn't exactly sure if the heat that rose to his cheeks or the sensation that crept up his spine was from the booze or not. Daring to break the ice, he cleared his throat.

"Scooch over." He said, avoiding the eyes of his partner. The goblin reacted as if being woke from a deep sleep, a look of confusion washing over his cheery face for a moment before he scrambled towards the wall. The Badken came to rest on the mattress, coverless for a moment, before he huffed and went to wrestle a blanket back from the swamp-dweller he was now sharing a bed with. The moment an inch of cloth was gripped, small green hands came with them, running themselves through the fur on his chest and stomach as the goblin practically purred. Gidson froze, unsure what to do under the sudden contact. Some part of him wanted to protest, but he didn't. Maybe it was the beer, or the ache that had settled into his muscles over a long day of marching, maybe it was the wonderfully soft bed he was in or the simply fact that the hands, despite being attached to someone he barely knew, felt so good running through his fur. He didn't protest, and just enjoyed it. Laughing at the absurdity of it all.

The Goblin giggled, and spoke, his cheeks bright red.

"You guys are awfully soft, like a bed of moss but so much warmer." He scooted even closer to the badken and went so far as to rest his head on the gently falling and rising tum. Gidson noticed the goblins nostrils flaring slightly as he did so.

"Mmhm, you smell good." he muttered, content and blissful as he felt him up, Gidson however was struggling. Needlenose had never as much as flirted with him before, and there he was practically crawling over his body. It was alien sure, but oddly enticing. Gidson couldn't remember the last time anyone had made him feel this way, intentionally or otherwise. He wasn't exactly a casanova, but no virgin either. His mind wandered, the generous curves of the Badken women of his imagination suddenly absent and replaced with a certain goblins skinny green frame. His cheeks burned as the mental image took a turn for the carnal. The goblin suddenly perked up, and looked down Gidsons frame, an audible sniff could be heard. Gidson felt it, his cock hardening within its sheath and beginning to just poke out from within the confines of his underwear. His blood ran cold, and he opened his mouth to offer a defense before his vision was filled with the bright eyes of his bedmate.

"Ohoh~" the goblin cooed. "You LIKE my hands a up on you, don't you Gidson?" "Uhh..." "And here I was thinking you were some frigid old grump!" The goblin spoke with a sickeningly sweet edge, excitement dripping off of every word as the goblin practically slithered down between his legs, bare skin grinding against fur in a way that made his body shudder. Staring down in disbelief at the wantonly lusty fellow who now had slid both hands under the hem of his underwear and was grinning that sharp-toothed grin back up at him.

"Tell me you want it big guy" the Goblin said breathily.

"Want what?" Gidson asked, trying to sound coy but coming off as stupefied. Unperturbed Needlenose simply grinned.

"Want my hot wet mouth all over your dick!" He said 'dick' in the way he spoke of gold. Gidson stared, breath hot in chest, excitement and anxiousness becoming overriding sensations, the prospect of getting laid now more important then consequences or self-discovery.

Without saying a word he took an arm and pushed his underwear down before the goblin could, revealing two massive balls and an engorged sheath, a hint of bright red peaking out at the tip, the entire package already slick with pre and sweat. The goblins eyes visibly shuddered, and that last moment of tension broke like glass as the goblin dived in, tongue working at the spot between the base of Gidsons sheath and where those heavy balls sat, that long nose bobbing up and down as Needlenose substituted his partners musk for normal air. Gidson simply gasped and let his head fall back into the mattress giving out a satisfied groan as months of pent-up lust started to leak out with every throb of his cock, inch after broad, lust-slicked inch of his dick came bobbing up out of his sheath.

His member was so hard that the natural grip of that sheath feeling like a tight ring around him as he twitched. Hands flew from cupping and gently kneading balls to rubbing and rolling a thumb over a messy cockhead, to teasing the shaft with a finger to a hundred other things as the overstimulated Needlenose giggled and gasped, ooed and awwed over his partners hardware as Gidson just sat there enjoying it. A long, flexible tongue slid into the tight space between throbbing cock and squeezing sheath, the sensation so intense that it shot a bolt of liquid pleasure up Gidsons spine, nearly doubling him over as he gasped.

That first bolt was followed by subsequent shots that stained each nerve ending they passed through with hazy pleasure as Needlenose played with the cock he was growing obsessed with. Toes curling and breath just about steaming up the room, Gidson was left gasping and thrusting up into the slick, tight grip of his partner as he continued. Each moment of contact left his hips twitching, half-hearted thrusts that were rewarded with a tighter grip or faster stroke, an uneven and messy rhythm as he lay in ecstacy.

Suddenly the contact stopped, and Gidson righted himself, mouth already opening in protest, but Needlenose leaned up to meet him, his own hand stroking his own cock as he smugly stared at his partner...

"That's enough pampering!" The goblin smugged.

"But-" Gidson went to protest.

"No buts!" The goblin proclaimed, before sliding both of his hands under the Badkens ass and taking two greedy handfuls of the soft flesh. "Except yours." Gidson went wide-eyed and began to stammer, but the Goblin pushed the advantage.

"No no no, I pampered that pretty dick of yours and had you gasping for more, I get to make myself feel that good, you dig?"

"But I've never... uh. Had someone down there." Gidson replied, suddenly feeling very unsure of himself.

"I'll take it nice and slow, and besides, I'll owe you a gob-job afterwords!" Gidson scowled.

"Don't call it that."

"Too bad, now flip over." To both their surprise, Gidson complied, gingerly flipping himself over and exposing himself to the much smaller goblin. His furry ass thoroughly sweaty. Needlenose wasted no time in sinking his namesake between his partners surprisingly generous cheeks and helping himself to that heavenly scent of sweat and Badken musk he was getting so accommodated too. He pumped his dick through a tight fist, and sighed as he dreamily huffed at Gidsons scent, before giving a powerful lick from the base of Gidsons taint to the ring between his cheeks. His toes curled and body shuddered in response. Needlenose grinned ear to ear as he heard Gidson suppress a groan by burying his head in his arms. Again he went to lick, but when his tongue came to the tight ring of Gidsons ass, he pushed slick muscle through slick muscle and slowly worked into a rhythm as Gidson pushed his hips back against his partner on reflex.

Moment after blissful moment stretched on as the two made love, reveling in their shared joy, each nerve in Gidsons ass was alight with shuddering pleasure, and even less-sensual places like his taint felt alight with sensation. Needlenose worked most dutifully as he continued to feverishly masturbate, his precum now soaking his hand to the dripping point. Suddenly the sensations paused, and Gidson looked back in protest only to see, and feel, Needlenoses prick grinding away between his asscheeks and prodding the sensitive base of his tail with his cockhead. It was not the broadest thing, but it curved upwards nicely and was quite lengthy. The goblin himself was grinning ear to ear, beaming with some kind of savage joy at mounting the dramatically stronger badken beneath him. Gidson couldn't speak, just mewl in equal parts trepidation and anticipation. With only Needlenoses heavy, laugh-laced breathing as the preamble, that lengthy prick prodded at, then finally sunk into Gidsons hindquarters. A shared hiss from both parties the only sound after inch after inch of throbbing dick sunk into tight, gripping, spit-soaked asshole.

Needlenose stopped, eyes crossing for a moment as a particularly strong pulse of his dick left his coes turled and his footing unsteady. It welled up from inside him, from his prostate, through his balls, and up through his cock, leaving a greasy haze of pleasure as it went. He grinned as he felt the incredible difference between when it passed through his member, to the length of it that was buried in Gidsons behind, feeling as his cock tested Gidsons confines. Gidson groaned and drooled into his pillow, brand new sensations and emotions taking him on a ride he was all-too-happy to go on. With no objections, Needlenose placed his hands on his partner-turned-lovers hips, pulled back, then buried himself to the hilt, recieving a delightful clench from Gidsons ass and an involuntary gasp. Back he pulled, then back in again, finding a steady rhythm to his fucking. His hands wandered, one always remaining on Gidsons hips. He cooed and teased and praised his captive boy-toy as he ran his fingers through Gidsons fur, examining and appreciating muscles as he gleefully pounded away, taking moments to pause and enjoy just how tight the hole that gripped him was and how it responded to each cock-throb and twitch.

The slurry of sensations only intensified, the sounds, the sights, the intoxication of rutting something so much stronger then oneself, it was all too much. Soon Needlenose became as much a slave too it as Gidson was, too busy gripping the sheets for fear he would float away if he didn't, too busy being rutted to grab ontu his bobbing and shaking cock and beat it, as badly as it was leaking an off-white drip of pre. But his torment didn't last much longer. Bent over now, Needlenose could not manage much more then laying on top of his lover and continuing to gleefully hump away. His rhythm grew unsteady and his balls clung to the base of his cock, ready to pump their contents out at a moments notice. A green hand slid down, taking a moment to take a squeeze at Gidsons generous tummy and continued south, gripping on to Gidsons cock and placing it in that same slick vice-grip as before.

Gidsons gasping turned into a generous fountain of moans and pleas for more, all decorum and pride forgotten as his prostate and cockhead were both worked with wild abandon. Both rushed towards their climax without a care, the pleasure suppressing the ache of their muscles or the worries of any world outside their hazy, musk-filled room. Needlenose swore, his hips failed to respond aside from violent spasms, and he slid gleefully to his base into Gidsons behind, and came. Language, sight, and all sensations aside from the nerves in his cock failed. His entire reality was condensed to those nerve-endings, and he felt each spasm and shot of cum as keenly as one could feel anything. Gidson on the other hand, wasn't faring much better. His virgin ass, and previously untouched prostate had been thrown into the deep end.

Each prod of that lengthy cock that had so easily made room inside of him had prodded and pushed that pleasure-button, lighting up sensations he never knew he had. Again and again he accepted each thrust with glee, his cheeks hurt from smiling, his vision had blurred past usefulness, and his cock had felt incredible even without the manic masturbation Needlenose had so generously provided. When Needlenose came, all it took to push Gidson to his limit was that gorgeous cockhead, pushing against his insides to bully his prostate to throb, then the incredible warmth of his cum to spread out all over it. With that, he blew his load.

Needlenoses hand did not stop, and each shot of cum was partially captured, then brought back in a smear along his cock as the hand pistoned up and down his length. Each man shuddered, shook, and groaned as they floated in the throes of orgasmic bliss. Until finally, the stimulation grew too harsh to enjoy and Needlenose gingerly removed himself from Gidsons confines, and contented himself with laying down on the Badkens broad back, nose coming to rest in the crook of his neck where he contented himself with the earthy smell of his sweat. Gidson tried to speak, to offer some capstone commentary on this night full of firsts, but he couldn't think of anything clever. Instead, he contented himself with a smile, closed his eyes, and listened to the contented breathing of the goblin resting on his back as he drifted off to sleep.

END