Breaking the Cocoon
(Please give me some critique on this story. I still don't feel that I've improved all that dramatically despite the long writers block. Other than that, enjoy. :)]
Borne wasn't the type of guy to stick with the norm as it did not mean anything to him. One could question his sense of attire and respond with a "What the fuck" all day long without approaching the guy. Solid black fedora roosts on his head without any signs of hair, tanned skin only making its appearance on his firm cheeks and clenched fists. Silver, baggy long-sleeve and black jeans with suspenders along with a thick, white long-sleeve shirt did wonders to cover up his chiseled bulk, getting most of the general crowd thinking he's a stick, or some disfigured comedian.
As he enters the bar located on the dark corners of his town, almost everyone gave him a five-minute stare. Being a regular of this place, he was used to this sort of attention. Even the regulars before him gave him a glance before going back to their activities. The tavern itself is diverse; orcs, humans, bears, wolves, equines, and tall goblins. Best thing of all is that they were all in different shapes, sizes and attitudes, the very trait that Borne noticed a complete lack of in other taverns he entered.
The pub itself is bigger than a normal pub. One can even go far as to calling it a diner. The males, brutes, travelers, and warriors alike along with the durable, high-quality pinewood and tables of a lesser quality gave it that tavern feel, yet the fresh, hot flavor of different foods would give it that authentic 'homey' feel to the new faces. No one dared to mess with him as soon as he sat down on the stool next to the counter. Few took interest in him, such as the barkeep, who was the only guy that ever socialized with him. Out of everyone Borne met here, no one was more friendly and welcoming than the gray Yorik. Despite the scar over his face, and dense musculature with a slight gut bouncing about, he's the only jolly guy out of the rest of the patrons. Not only that he is bartender of the place, he also owns the entire place. He was the reason why most of the regulars kept on coming here, despite the lack of "special" events here.
"'ey, Borne! What's up withcha?" The wolf boomed as he approached the human.
"Eh...nothing more, nothing less my friend; just here to let my worries burn out," the human said, wearing his usual neutral mood for the day. He looks up to the male, letting out a deep sigh. "So, you wouldn't mind passin' me the caramel malt?"
"Ah," he nods, reaching for the rack of neatly categorized bottles below the countertop, pulling it out and places it on said counter along with a clean glass. "The usual stuff, I see." Yorik starts preparing the drink. "Why, I remember ye the first time you ordered this drink, you down'd the bastard like a pro!" Once he finishes, he passes it to the human, who obliged gratefully.
"Heh, and I still do, Pops." With that, he tips up his fedora and starts drinking the thick, creamy substance down. It tingles his throat at the first few gulps, and then it started to burn at the very last swallow before placing the glass back on the counter. "Damn, that's good stuff."
The wolf looks at the human curiously, obviously having something on his mind; Borne looks up at the other, returning the same look. Finally, the wolf spoke.
"So....when are ya going to take off da fedora?"
Borne almost pushed himself away from the counter a little at the question, and he thought he would've fell off already. He regained composure and said, "Yorik....you know that I don't intend to take this off..."
"Yeah, but ya been 'ere long enough to be safe 'round here." The barkeep slaps his rotund belly, grinning. "Believe me 'ahn it."
Borne shakes his head, sighing deeply. "No...I'll take it off when I'm ready..."
The barkeep sighs, shaking his head. "Ya been sayin' that for a while. Everyone knows what ya did with da last set o' idiots. Dey all appreciate yer company and contributin' here."
"When I'm ready...." the human states once again, this time more firmly than before.
With a defeated sigh, the barkeep shrugs. "Alright, bud. If ya say so." He smiles. "I gotta tend to the other customers though. We'll chat later."
"And I have to use the bathroom real quick..." Both males nod, and went off to their destinations. The human could still feel those stares piercing through his fabric, as if everyone wanted to see the face under that fedora. Maybe he was being a bit too paranoid. He never really opened up that much to anyone here. Even he had a hard time adjusting with the humans.
Once stepping into the bathroom, all thoughts were cleansed once he steps into that stall, sliding the latch to lock the door. Unzipping his trousers, he pulls out his member and start relieving himself on the large, albino toilet. A steady stream of golden urine is expelled, only hearing the waste splash into the clear water. Once he finishes, he whips the member a bit before he begin to stuff his pants back into his trouser. That was when he heard a voice.
"No-no-no-no-no! Not yet!"
He blinks, looking around to see where the voice came from. A silent snicker escaped from the unknown male.
"Stop movin' around. I'm just in the right stall next to ya. Just look through that hole there."
Following the male's directions, he turns around to the appropriate stall and looks though the hole. "Hmm...?"
Dark grey, rubbery skin, large snout and a large belly protruding from a worn vest. His slacks were partially lowered with his hands firmly wrapped around his member. the very traits of a hippo revealed before Borne's transparent gray eyes. He doesn't recognize the male himself. Even so, he stood out more than most of the usual crowd just because he's a hippo. The stranger smiles at the human, leaning towards the hole.
"Ah, Borne...it's you."
"How do you know my name?"
"Why, I'm good friends with Yorik, the 'tender. He told me about how you handled the situation with the Drasald gang."
"And this doesn't explain why you're in the stall with your hand around your dick because...?"
A soft chuckle escaped the hippo's mouth. "I thought that was obvious already. I run a pleasure service here. Whenever a simple hand job fails or no one nearby to release that tension on, I'm the man to call."
Borne blinks, "So....you're the 'Hole Guy that I hear so much about." The 'Hole Guy; the alias of an old patron who has been around longer than almost everyone there, rumored to be around the same time as the bar opened up. Borne never had much reason to use the bathroom in this bar simply because he wasn't the type to drink a lot. Today is an exception, and finally he get to meet "The Hole Guy" in person...by accident.
The stranger smirks, "Yeah, I'm that guy, though Guy's actually my real name. Now....are you gonna pull down your pants or what?" Guy licks his lips, smacking them as his eyes traced over the black trousers the human wears. "I know ya got something packin' under there. The big ol' wolf told me how big you are."
A blunt request followed by a brief explanation of his offer is all Borne needed to start flushing. A slight, red tint covers the human's cheeks, and he lowered his eyes a bit. He knew that he didn't have any sensual practices with the wolf, nor could he remember when there was any opportunity for the the canine to get a glimpse of him. It wasn't important for now, but the offer itself is interesting, so the human queried further, but he placed an hand over his zipper ahead of time.
"And what makes you think that I'd relinquish my trousers for you, eh?"
Guy smirks. "Your cheek's red, boy and I doubt you would still be talking to me after all that, eh?" The hippo snorts. "I've had blokes deny my lips before, so it ain't new. The point is, you're just as repressed as some customers I had; always questioning about my knowledge of these things. Trust me, I got ways." Regardless of how cocky Guy seemed to be, the hippo had a point. How else would he know that Borne was big behind the trousers? He could just choose yes or no at this point.
The human sighs, shaking his head as he got up and opens the door. Footsteps can be heard once the door opened. The hippo shrugs as he turns to his door, peaking through the crack as he sees the figure. He noticed a mere fragment of a human leaving the premises. It wasn't much, but he figured that Borne wasn't interested.
"Feh," Guy snorts as he turns away and stares back at the hole...
...and is greeted with the sight of a large uncut member, thick and veiny all around, foreskin draping over the inflated crown and hefty balls sways hypnotically over the white-painted stall; cock and pouch just hangs there, practically luring the hippo's impatient mouth. The size itself could rival with some of the dicks he sucked before, including some orc dicks. Guy didn't do much but let out a silent gasp.
Borne chuckles, tapping the floor rhythmically, "Thanksgiving came early."
Without an evenly cheesy reply in mind, the hippo opens his large mouth and takes the member in his large maw, and starts off with gentle suckles over the crown. Puffy lips and wide tongue plays with the skin and flesh in unison. The human gasps in return, member throbs as it grows to full mast inside the warm mouth. If there were to be no wall between them, the human would take his time admiring the hippo's work and caress his head from time to time, but he'd have to stick with the sensual feeling he's receiving out of it, putting his trust in the hippo.
On the other side, Guy is doing a good job not doing anything that would deem to be unpleasant while he continues to toy with the thick human foreskin. His tongue would try to dig through the foreskin, trying to gather as much smegma as he could only to find that the human is clean as a whistle. 'Shame,' he thought, but the human's moans and huffs were music to his ears, he decided to keep on going. Wrapping an hand over his own swollen member, he starts jacking off along with his gray sac lewdly slapping against his thick thighs, already been put to the edge several times before the human's arrival. His mouth begins to drift away from the tip, giving one final lick to that mushroom tip before pulling away with a lewd 'pop', getting a sharp gasp from his endowed customer. The peach member stood up proudly, shamelessly throbbing in its soaked brilliance. It's surprising enough that the human didn't unleash a single drop of pre, and yet Guy enjoyed toying with the human.
That was when he was wrong.
Almost immediately after the thought drifted away, a stream of pre-cum shoots out of the erect mast, making its mark on the tip of Guy's snout. He blinks. He knew that felt wonderful. The feeling of being marked by a customer without being close to orgasm, how the action became random, and the warmth of the tingling human pre-seed slowly drying up, meshing with his thick yet sensitive snout; he wanted more of that. He huffs, pressing his nostrils against the member while releasing hot, rough air from his nose while he let out his own groan just by the vicious tugging he's giving to his own leaking flesh. Just as when the human starts to open his mouth, a wide, moist appendage darts out, tasting the hanging, musky pouch while covering the sac with slimy spittle. At this point, he could hear the human banging the stall a bit and a loud moan. An awkward motion, but he knew that his customer isn't objecting at all. He made Borne moan much louder once he took the sac into his maw. The hippo's mouth is like a vacuum, absorbing anything it could get only to be coated in a veil of heat and saliva, and he is doing just that to those splendid balls. The human's cock must have been aching after a long absence of the moist wrangler because all the ball suckling did was coax the flesh to shoot out another stream of precum right on the hippo's forehead while some made contact with the hippo's right eyelid.
That did it. Another instant shift took place, Guy's mouth engulfing the entire phallus before bobbing his head passively. When Borne muttered, "Faster," the hippo bobs faster. When the hands cradles the heavy sac, the hippo bobs faster than before. When the human starts to buck against the wall that separates them, the hippo matches the human's pace. It's like he knows about the human's patterns from start to finish while giving no second thoughts about his actions. That prick throbs like a heart attack, those balls clenches up on Borne's crotch, and his pants becomes more audible. Even those bucks does not flip off the human's fedora. Under the tilted rim, beads of sweat covers the rigid face like a blanket. The expression on his face shows resistance, exposed teeth gritting as he tries to hold on, but the hippo is relentless on his efforts to get his reward.
Then a geyser of bitter-sweet cream unleashes itself in the hippo's mouth without warning. Guy makes sure to keeps his lips steady on that cock, his tongue flicks the tip while his hand takes hold of the sac, squeezing the rich, salty contents from its depository. Borne can hear loud gulps coming from the hippo, finally letting out a sharp exhale after shooting a few spurts of his seed. The hippo sounds like he was chuckling, cleaning the cock with his skillful lips before he parts, a bridge of saliva extending from his maw to the flesh while exposing a vibrant pink crown.
"Fuck...." Borne swears as he finally pulls his spent member and balls from the hole, whipping the dick about before inserting the family jewels back into his pants. He bends down once again, realizing that there is no sight of the hippo.
-Don't tell me he left the bathroom without me noticing.- There was so much he had in his mind during the session, and he wanted to know more about about the interactions between the owner and Guy.
"Guy...? Are you there?"
Nothing.
"Guy? Guy!"
Silence.
"Guy! Where ar-"
A gray, thick object makes its way past the hole and right in the human's mouth and with a loud bellow, the hippo expels his seed down that mouth.
HEADSHOT!
It took a few seconds for Borne to realize that the hippo's penis in his mouth and shooting thick shots of cum deep in his mouth. Unconsciously, he drinks the seed in his mouth before recoiling. The fedora falls off his head and rests on the floor while his exposed face gets covered with milky, potent cream. The human stares in shock, even after the hippo's seed adds the finishing touches to his chin.
"Well...that was unexpected...." He blinks, eyes looking directly at the hippo's member, quite amazed by the bizarre shape of it. At the first 4 inches, it starts off at the three inch girth mark, then towards the last 8 inches the rest of the shaft is given an increase, possibly up to four inches. He wasn't able to tell the first time he seen it, since the hand held the obscure wand midway.
"Yet you enjoyed it," Guy replies once pulling out his member out of the hole and places it back in his pants. "But you need work on that tongue of yers."
"I...guess. Thank you for your service." Not sure how to continue, the human pull a few sheets of toilet paper from the holder and wipes off the seed off his face, then tosses it in the toilet before picking up his fedora and leaves the stall, making his way to the exit. Guy exits his own stall, halting Borne with these very words:
"So...when are ya gonna take off that fedora?"
He stops in front of the wooden door, those words echoing in his mind once again. Then he starts to guffaw. The chubby hippo quirks a brow, not sure what was so funny about his comment, yet he couldn't help but smirk. "What's so funny?"
Borne regains his composure, shaking his head a bit, turning his head over to the hippo. "No...it's nothing. It's just that....Yorik asked me the same question today. I guess I seem to be more of a stranger every time I come with this getup, eh?"
"Maybe if ya just loosen up a bit, then no one would be so tense around ya. I dun mind the clothes, personally...but the hat makes ya.....mysterious, but it's understandable. You just want to avoid the Drasalds before you settle down, eh?"
The human exhales sharply, nodding. "Well, it's been a year since that incident, yet I continue to hide like I don't know the place when I actually do know some of these guys here. Maybe it is time to move on and venture like a daredevil. In that case...." The human exits the bathroom. Guy exits as well.
Borne sits down at the same spot he was minutes ago, while Guy went over to some other group with some orcs, tall goblins and a bear. Yorik walks over to the human, smiling as usual.
"Hey, Borne. How are y-" The wolf stops once he caught the scent of seed hovering over the human's face. "'ey! I never knew you like havin' fun like that! Shoulda told me, heheh."
The human huffs, "It was an offer I couldn't refuse, Yorik. Praise shouldn't be flying in the wind."
The bartender nods, "Right, right! So...how was-" He was interrupted by the human reaching for his fedora, pulling it off his head and placing it on the wolf's head, patting it softly while his other hand folds the collar of his white shirt.
He looks just the same as last year; shaggy, dirty blond hair, bristles of hair covering his chin, and firm cheeks accompanied his face. Those light gray eyes appears to mesh completely with the eyeballs at the slightest distance, and a slight curl of his lips reveals the happiness of the ex-MMAFC champion. He could feel eyes on him once again. Grunts, gasps and "What the fuck's" echoed the room. Yorik kept his eyes on the handsome face he hadn't looked at for a long time.
"It was fun. Now...how about some strong caramel malt...?"
Note: MMAFC: Mixed Martial Arts Fighting Circuit