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Day 1: Incest + Masturbation
“Thanks for helping out on such short notice,” Gartlong said through Morris’s speaker phone.
“No trouble, Gart,” Morris replied, as he began the short drive over. The old chieftain had called him earlier, explaining that there was a ‘tribe emergency’ regarding the Rite. Since Morris had completed the Rite last year, he had been slowly given more duties and responsibilities in the orc’s tribe, despite being a human. Not that he would complain, but the middle-aged suburban dad always loved an opportunity to pitch in and help out.
The task was simple: Most days, Gart could be swamped by dozens of guys who needed help with their turn in the Rite. Morris was going to show up to ‘assist’ some of the low-priority ones. Usually, it was caused by some personal/emotional distress. He’d give the orcs a pep talk, maybe a few pointers, then make sure they could complete the Rite on their own. If not, they’d just have to get an official deferral, which was an entirely different process.
Morris hoped this would be easy. Most of the orcs he meets nowadays seem to actually like him. Bo once told his stepdad that he gave off ‘friendly suburb vibes’. Whatever that meant.
Arriving at the apartment complex, Morris navigated to the correct unit (017) and rang the doorbell. The door opened only ajar, and the human was greeted by a face. It was a young orc, with shoulder length black hair and bronze colored skin. He was on the slightly chubby side, and was wearing a dark blue hoodie, black sweatpants, and white socks. Classic lounging around at home attire. “Hello?” came a voice from inside, attempting to sound big and intimidating, “Who’s there?”
“It’s Morris,” the human responded, “Chief Gart sent me to help you guys out with your… ‘concern’ today.”
“…But you’re a human?” the voice questioned, after a pause. Morris couldn’t see much inside the apartment, but he just made out a shape, a large shadow, moving in the background as though trying not to be seen.
“What’s your name, kid?” Morris decided to lay on a bit of charm. He felt like he hadn’t been this deliberately seductive since his wedding night to Glee.
“I’m… I’m Zerlak.”
“Hey, Zerlak, I’m a really good friend of Gart. He even helped me with completing my Rite last year. I know you told him that you’re both having a little trouble, and I’m here to help you guys out,” Morris said, hoping that explanation was good enough.
“You completed the Rite?” the young orc questioned as he opened the door a little wider, to get a better view of the human.
“Yup. Had a whole group of orcs over to enjoy the pool too. You should come by some time… when you’re done with this, that is.”
Zerlak opened the door fully, giving the human a strange look, yet still inviting him inside. “My uncle and I… we have been unable to ‘initiate’ the Rite together,” he explained. He looked down towards the floor, not meeting the human’s eyes. He was wiping his nose with a crumpled-up tissue. By Lathander’s grace, Morris hoped the kid didn’t just have cold or something.
“And where is your uncle now?” Morris asked, just before that question was suddenly answered by a tall orc body-checking him as he made his way to the front door. The uncle had a more yellow-ochre tone to his skin, and his hair was styled into a bleached blonde mohawk. He didn’t look too much older than Morris, but his slightly stout frame gave him an older façade. He was wearing a black tracksuit, with matching trackpants.
“Whoa,” Morris gasped, trying to keep his balance. Despite his frustrations with the blatant disrespect, Morris always knew escalating any conflict with an orc was likely to end in disaster.
“It can’t be done,” the older orc said, picking up a duffle bag by the door, “And no human errand boy is going to change my mind.”
“Hold up, man,” Morris said, trying to sound casual, “Why don’t we talk about this? What’s your name?”
The older orc paused at the door. “Tell Gart...” he hesitated, “Tell Gart that Ragan can’t take his brother’s place in the Rite.”
“Why not?” the human asked. From what he had heard, it was common for uncles or other male relatives to fill in when a father wasn’t available for the Rite.
“Because… I just can’t.” Morris could hear the frustration in his voice. The orc sounded emotional for the briefest second, before he suddenly repressed the feeling. His face was like a steely wall, at least in front of Zerlak.
Morris turned to the young orc, “Can you wait here a second, buddy?” Leading the orc out, Morris closed the door behind them. “Let’s talk, man-to-man. What’s happened?”
Ragan hesitated. And yet, something about the human was disarming, “I… wish to assist my nephew… but I see too much of my brother in him… and it feels… wrong for me to perform these acts in-” the orc paused, as though trying to find the words, “-in my late brother’s place.”
“I know,” Morris replied, “I felt the same mixture of confusion and fear when I helped my son Bo with his Rite. But, once we started, everything fell into place. It was like the two of us were always meant to complete it together. And besides, the secret has stayed safe,” Okay, that last part was only mostly true; Glee had figured out about the Rite well in advance. Yet, Ragan didn’t need to know that part. The human put his hand on the older orc’s shoulder, and smiled at him. Bo always said the human had a disarming smile.
“You’ve… led another in the Rite?” for once, the orc’s voice sounded hopeful.
“Yes, and now we’re closer than before, closer than we’d ever been. But before I started, I felt just as unsure as you do now. I was afraid too… but you know what? I knew Bo would never be able to reach his full potential unless I was willing to take that plunge with him.”
Within five minutes the pair had returned to the apartment. Morris directed Zerlak and Ragan to go to the bedroom and undress. Sheepishly, the two orcs began stripping off their clothes. Morris couldn’t help but notice the similarities to his own experience with Bo.
“Now,” the human said, as the orcs sat on the bed, facing each other, “You can start with some stroking.”
Each began slowly, the younger orc more hesitant than his uncle. Their dark, amber skin glistened with sweat as their cocks slowly grew in vitality, their slits leaking a heavy stream of precum. The human could see their faces flush red with heat, as the scent of uncle and nephew hung in the air.
Morris could feel the magic; it wasn’t like some fancy spell’s you’d see a wizard casting in the days of old, but you could feel its presence in the Rite. Zerlak was already under the effects. Morris could see his pupils narrow, like a predator in heat, as he and Ragan began to embrace. The older orc was suddenly in his element. Who would have guessed such a mature, sexual hunk could get cold feet during the Rite.
Watching as uncle and nephew begin the sloppy, carnal Rite made Morris feel a bit hot under the collar. With a raging boner in his pants, he couldn’t just walk out and leave now. Well, maybe he could, but he’d never forgive himself. Kicking off his flip-flops and pulling off his polo shirt, the human began to feel the mood shift. Gone was the apprehension, the misery. Lust had taken its place.
Morris at least had time to pull down his cargo pants and boxers before he was rhythmically stroking his cock. Ragan and Zerlak had been locked in a sloppy make out session for a few minutes now, but their engorged cocks were ready for the real thing. Man, why couldn’t he have just gotten right into it with Bo? Why did they try to avoid the best parts of the Rite?
“Hey,” Morris interjected, “Wanna have some fun, kid?” Turning away from his uncle, Zerlak was still lucid enough to hear the human. “Stick your dick in his face, he’ll know the rest,” Morris instructed, pointing down to his own erect cock.
Ragan’s mouth was already wide open, his tongue hanging out like a dog’s. As Zurlak stood up on the bed, his crotch was already at perfect head height for his uncle. The older orc took the cockhead of his nephew in one quick motion. The sounds of his sucking quickly filled the room, as the horny musk began permeating every inch of breathable air.
“This guy’s a natural dick sucker,” Morris though, “Maybe he is one of Arag’s boys. I should invite them over for another pool party...”
But thinking was rapidly becoming difficult. Morris felt the growing pleasure in his loins, as the beating of his dick slowly brought him to an orgasm. “Fuck!” he cried, out, as his load began squirting out from his cockhead. He had angled his cock to face towards himself (it might be rude to interrupted Ragan and Zurlak’s intimate moment), so the splash of fresh cum landed squarely on his own chest.
Zurlak’s own orgasm quickly followed. He grabbed both sides of his uncle’s head with each hand (as to not mess up his uncle’s mohawk), and thrust into his mouth one final time. Ragan gagged as the load of orc cum filled his gullet and dribbled down his chin. His cock twitched heartily, waiting for its own climax.
Sensing that the pair were likely to have very few issues now, Morris began to gather up his belongings. “Sorry to bounce guys, but you look like you’ve got this under control,” he said, playfully patting the young orc on the shoulder.
“Wait,” Ragan panted, standing up from bed. He stepped up close to the human, his face filled with a mixture of gratitude, and apprehension. “Thank you,” he whispered, the scent of cum still clinging to his breath. Morris, understanding the orc’s meaning, leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek. Ragan was trying to keep up that ‘steely wall’ façade from before, but the human could see him blushing like a schoolgirl. The orcs in Gart’s tribe liked to act really tough, but they were all pretty big softies at the end of the day.
Wiping the cum from his chest (and very generously offering a sample to the orcs as he left), Morris prepared for the short drive home. Damn, he was really horny now. At least Glee would be home by this time. It was overdue for the two to once again enjoy a bit of ‘marital bliss’. He couldn’t wait to share this story with her, even if he maybe wasn’t supposed to. Besides, Glee wasn’t too keen on gossip; he’d been telling her stories about his and Bo’s exploits for months now, and as far as he knew she’d told not a living soul.
While stopped at a red light, Morris heard his phone ding. “So,” Gart texted, “How was it? 😉”