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The moment Branwyn stepped through the door, the smell of sex enveloped him. It hung thick in the air, almost palpable, like smoke from the chimneys of the Forges.

By the forges be damned, he thought irritably. He stepped inside and surveyed the chaos in the living room, with a trail of discarded clothes leading to the bedroom. There were more clothes than than? could account for just his boyfriends, and he grumbled with annoyance again. The mess his boyfriends made was one thing, he had come to accept that living with this many dwarves was guaranteed to have the house in a constant state of disarray. But he expected better from guests. 'Mopping up after yourself', sometimes literally, was just good manners.

It wasn't the only reason he was irritated though. It had been a long day, but the work had been very satisfying. A skirmish at the border with the Stoneshield Clan, cousins to his own clan Ironvein. It had been an all-out brawl, and eventually Stoneshield had dripped off in defeat. Branwyn had personally defeated four dwarves in that fight. The memory of it made his dick twitch. He always enjoyed a good fight with his cousins. It had been a long march home after the border skirmish, and though it had been hard, the commander had kept the dwarven men in line. The victory had made that a little easier, as all the men had been spent. But no dwarf could contain their Lust for long, and yet they had been forced to.

Branwyn felt his Lust like a nagging throbbing in the back of his head. It was a constant presence, continuously conjuring up vivid images and memories, that made concentrating difficult.

He sighed in annoyance, and took off his armor, hanging it on the stands in the armory room, next to three other suits of armor, one for each of his boyfriend's. Of course Turl's looked beaten up again. Branwyn would have to dent it out later. Why couldn't Turl just take good care of his armor? Bran had told him plenty of times. Only Olaf's looked as elegant as ever. But what did you expect of the Emperor's Escorts? It was more of a harness then an armor, really. In a real fight it wouldn't do much, but then it wasn't meant for fighting; it was meant for showing off. On Olaf, it drew the eye to his well-formed chest. The rhinestones on the leather made sure of that. Bran loved it on him.

There were also weapons in the room. Bran put away his own warhammer, giving it a quick-over with a rag. There were traces of fluids on the phallic end of the hammer's handle. From the array of swords, one was missing. After taking care of his armor and weapon, he walked back into the living room and surveyed the chaos. He frowned, drawing his big bushy eyebrows together.

He'd be damned if he was going to clean after them, and besides, his Lust had other plans.

He walked through the mess, towards the dining table. A sword lay there forgotten next to a cleaning rag and grinding stone.

He stepped in a wet patch. It was sticky.

"I told them to clean that up after..." He grumbled. He knew he had just stepped in pre-cum. But it didn't just annoy him, it also aroused him. He kneeled down and took a good whiff of the stain on the floor. Svenn's, he thought. Something had gotten him going. Granted, that wasn't difficult. All you had to do was caress one of his sensitive nipples and he would drip copiously.

Branwyn followed the trail of clothes and pre-cum to the bedroom.

"Svenn? Turl? Anyone around?" He called out.

It stayed quiet. His boyfriends weren't home right now. Bran knew where they'd gone tho, and he was about to head there himself for some relief.

He peeked into the bedroom. It was one of the larger rooms in the house and most of the space was taken up by a huge mattress, one that could comfortably fit four dwarves. Twelve if you squeezed close together. They'd tried.

The bedsheets and pillows were in disarray. The thick waft of sex hung strongest here, almost like a physical curtain. On the corner of the bed lay a piece of underwear, almost as if left on display on purpose. Branwyn took it in his hands. The front of it was still a little wet with pre-cum.

He held the piece of underwear up to his nose and inhaled the musk of one of his boyfriends. A sweet, earthy smell filled his nose, with a slight hint of urine mixed through. Definitely Svenn this time. Beards, he'd been in a mood. Bran hoped Svenn still had some fire left in him when he found him. Else, he'd just have to stoke Svenn's fire himself.

He brought the wetspot to his mouth and licked at it, tasting the salty pre-cum that lingered. He could feel the Lust rising in him at these sensations. It started in his chest, his heart beating just a bit harder. He pushed his nose as deep into the cloth and breathed deeply, as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. The feeling started blooming in his groin too; he felt the heat of the need to fuck starting to awaken his prick, and the bulge in his underwear growing. Absentmindedly he put one hand on his bulge and gave it an irritated squeeze. A tiny wet dot appeared on the front of his underwear.

It was an impressive bulge, Branwyn knew. Even now it was the size of a large apple, constrained by his jockstrap, and he was barely aroused (though with the musk of his boyfriend filling his nose, that was quickly changing). It strained against the leather of his jock. He purposely got them a size smaller, to better show off his size, even if it was less comfortable. He had to admit he liked being known for being endowed, and his dick certainly liked the attention. And maybe it made him a little cocky too.

As he felt the Lust rising in him, the need to fuck or fight something, he had to take back control. With a last sniff of that wonderful aroma of sex, he threw the underwear down. The light came in through one of the tall windows in the bedroom, throwing a golden beam of light through the room, right onto Branwyn. It was one of the reasons he liked this house so much, and why it was highly coveted: this house, and a few others around him, were one of the few to get decent sunlight. Even tho dwarves lived underground, they had transformed a volcanic shaft into houses on all sides. The mid-afternoon sun hit Bran's house just right during summer, like it did now.

With lazy movements he pulled off his shirt to reveal a thick, furry chest and ample belly underneath. He was still sweaty and his skin and bodyhair shone a little bit in the light of day. He had a few scars he was proud of, though he hadn't gotten a new one today. The one on his arm still pulled a little tight where it had been stitched up.

For a moment Branwyn stood there enjoying the warmth of the sunshine as it played across his body. He was built like all dwarves were: short, stocky, stout and hairy all over. Everything about him was thick. His arms were thick, his chest was thick, his belly was thick, his legs were thick, his dick was... more than than? thick. Even his dark-red hair was thick wherever it grew. He currently kept his beard fairly short, just like his hair, but he had plans to grow it out. Today he had finally earned the right to have one braid in his beard, by defeating enemies in combat."... earned the right to one braid in his beard," There seems to be a word missing here.

He had the muscles of long hours training for combat, and a comfy layer of padding from even more hours of drinking ale. He had big arms, also covered in dense hair, and big hands. His broad chest was covered in soft hair, just like his belly and crotch.

He slowly took off his jock and watched his fat meat unfold out of its constraints. From the coarse hairs around his crotch jutted an impressively big dick, even for Dwarven standards. Dwarves were known to be better endowed then their human counterparts, but even among dwarves Branwyn stood out. A thick metal ring pierced through his head, engraved with dwarven symbols, a tiny spickle of pre-cum hanging from it and shining in the afternoon light.

Below his swelling cock hung his massive balls. Two large orbs, hanging comfortably low and heavy, with a trail of hair leading down the centre towards his taint, where he had another piercing. As he shook off his jockstrap, he grabbed his musky balls and fondled them a bit, enjoying letting them hang free. His cock swelled up further as he pleasured himself a little.

He let go of his balls and stretched out, feeling the pleasurable pull on his muscles. Maybe he'd ask Svennyart for a massage...

At the thought of Svenn, Branwyn was brought out of his reverie. He stepped over the clothes he had discarded on the ground and opened the door leading out onto his balcony, then closed it behind him. He'd clean up later.

He stood there for a moment, stretching again. It felt nice to have fresh air on his junk. For a few moments he looked out over the large shaft leading deeper into the earth. High above him the rim of what was once a volcano blocked out most of the sky, but half of the sun still peeked out over it. There were houses built into every one of the four sides of the shaft, with staircases at each corner leading down.

There was plenty of traffic on each of the stairs, all consisting of men as naked as Branwyn was. Some were walking back to their places, others standing in small groups chatting, kissing or exchanging blowjobs. The real sex happened down below, in the Pit. He looked up at the midafternoon sun, then hurried on his way down into the Pit.

The men's apartments lined four sides of a huge shaft all the way to a hole at the top of the mountain a mile wide, while the women held houses in the mountain proper. Branwyn had an apartment near the top, highly coveted for its afternoon sun. All staircases winded their way down the Shaft and ended up at the same building: The Pit. The Pit was where the men came between shifts, to meet their friends, fuck and fight, all driven by their insatiable Lust. Even up here Branwyn could hear the occasional moan or exclamation echoing up, and it sped up his descent.

Branwyn descended the stairs excitedly. His Lust made his dick throb, and he enjoyed his balls swinging freely in the open air. His hard cock bobbed up and down with every step, leading the way, dropping a thick glob of pre-cum every few steps.

It was busy on the stairs down. Some who were eager to get to the Pit were headed down, while others looking exhausted and sweaty were making their way back up to their apartments. Branwyn received a few appreciative glances on his way down, and he wasn't shy about looking back. He'd been with a few of the men he met, and he greeted them with kisses. He had to decline a few blowjobs, because he wanted to save his load for Svenn.

About halfway down, a dwarf came around a corner and almost ran into Branwyn. He was a burly, older guy, with a slight pull in his right leg from an old injury. His once black beard was streaked with gray, braided into 3 parts, and had traces of white fluids all over it. Most noticeably was that the dwarf had a black eye and a broken nose, which was still covered in blood. Drummond, the old weaponmaster from his training days.

"Hey boy." Drummond greeted him. He smiled his crooked smile, and Bran could see blood in his mouth. He had a few scrapes on him, and a bruise on his arm.

Branwyn stopped just in time before colliding with the older dwarf. But only just. Their bellies were mere inches apart, and if Branwyn moved he could feel his dick brush Drummond's thick bush. Drummond hadn't lost any of the muscle he had had when he was younger. He had thick arms corded with muscles, and a broad chest covered in dense black fur. His hands could crush stone. Branwyn had seen it. Drummond wasn't hard right now, Branwyn noticed. That did nothing to diminish the thick meat between Drummond's legs. Drummond had always been a bit on the shorter side, but his head was large and always wet with pre-cum. Branwyn appreciated the look for a moment, the Lust almost pushing him to take the older dwarf in his mouth right then and there. Instead he tore his eyes away from his old trainer's prick and evaluated the wounds on his old master.

"Hello sir. Had your fun?"

Drummond chuckled and softly slapped his thick meat softly, as if it was a horse that had just ran a good race. He didn't seem bothered by the injury in his face.

"Heh, yes I did. It's time I headed back up, get this stitched up." He gestured towards his face. Unless...?" He looked at Branwyn with a suggestive grin and took hold of his cock. It started to swell, and Branwyn had to swallow hard.

"Sorry sir, not today. I'm meeting someone down below." Despite that, he couldn't stop himself from reaching down and giving his teacher's familiar heft a quick squeeze.

Drummond chuckled again and pulled Branwyn in close, one hand on the small of Branwyn's back, their hairy bellies now pressing together.

"No worries, son. Go have your fun. Catch up later?"

"Yeah, sounds good." Branwyn said. His old teacher put a hand on Branwyn's bearded cheek, while Branwyn did the same, and pulled him in for a kiss. The good kind. The long kind, with tongue. His old teacher was an experienced kisser, and he knew what Branwyn liked. Drummond pulled Branwyn in a little closer, with Branwyn's thick cock caught between them. After a minute, Branwyn let go of Drummond's now erect cock and pushed him away slowly. He noticed a little stream of pre-cum hanging from his dick to the weaponmaster's fuzzy belly. Drummond looked down and took a hold of Branwyn's dick. He sqeezed it at the base and slowly pulled upward, pushing out a bit of pre-cum. He lifted his hand to his face and licked it up. He gave Branwyn another quick kiss (Branwyn could taste himself) and then pushed Branwyn forward with a slap on his furry ass.

"Soon." He promised with a wink. "On your way, boy." For just a moment, Branwyn hesitated. His Lust urged him to turn around and bend the weaponmaster over the railing.

Instead, Branwyn grinned and continued down the stairs. If he was breathing a little heavier, that must have been because of the many stairs.

And not because he had been this close to throwing down with the older dwarf.Without the accompanying physical gesture, "this close" could be confusing. What does "this" refer to without the gesture? Consider removing "this" so the sentence reads "...he had been close to throwing.."

Branwyn hurried down the stairs. He met a few more friends and exchanged more kisses while declining a few offers of blowjobs, so by the time he reached the last few steps he was experiencing blue balls and a veritable stream of pre-cum leaking from his painfully erect dick. It led back up the stairs like a trail of crumbs from one of the human stories.

He arrived at the Pit's entrance; a large facade carved with dwarven men in lewd poses. They looked to be having fun. There were no doors, so he could already see the crowds of dwarven men mingling inside. Down here the smells were stronger, more primal. If the smell in the apartment had been like the smoke from the chimney's, here it was more like the heat from the forges themselves. Sex hung thick in the air. So did violence. The two often went hand in hand around dwarven men.

He hurried inside and down the staircase leading to the common area. It was the largest room in the sprawling complex and could easily fit 400 dwarves inside, though ("tho" is a great shortcut for chats, but "though" is the best use in writing. Unless trying to demonstrate some kind of accent, or casualness during dialogue.) usually it was only half that. It wasn't a high chamber, barely 9 feet up, and stutted throughout with vast wooden beams. One side of the chamber was stacked with kegs of ale, while two corners had huge heaps of pillows scattered in them.

There were groups of men everywhere, either drinking, brawling or fucking. Sometimes all at once. Branwyn immediately felt at home. The sight of all the carnal delights enhanced his Lust, and soon he'd only have a single-minded goal; to get off in or on someone.

Even along the staircase leading down, Branwyn had to move around two couples having fun with each other. He cupped a feel on one ass as he passed, but the lean dwarf whose ass it was didn't even notice; he was too busy pounding his chubby friend.

Bran stopped a few steps before the end and looked over the masses of hairy dwarves to find Svennyart. Svenn stood out, with his blonde hair, but even so it took Bran a little while to spot him. Svenn was standing in line over by the kegs of ale.

Chains of men had formed in front of some kegs, where people waiting in line had turned into chains of men fucking. Svenn was at that moment balls deep in a guy Branwyn didnt know, while another familiar figure was plowing Svenn: Brunthil, Branwyn's father.

Svenn looked incredibly handsome. He had straw yellow hair, an uncommon trait among dwarves, and he too was built with muscles and fat, tho he was a little softer and more rounded than Branwyn was, and had a beautiful ass. He was also one of the few guys who could take Branwyn's full length. Svenn's chesthair gleamed in the lantern light, big pink nipples standing out among the fur. He was grunting and a soft sheen of sweat covered his skin. Branwyn saw his cock slide in and out of the dwarf in front of him, mirroring the rhythm with which he was being pounded by Branwyn's father.

The dwarf currently pounding his boyfriend's round ass was an older man. His hair was a rusty rusty metal color, tho he had gone bald on top. His back was as hairy as his front. He had an impressive beard, slightly curly, and it seemed to flow into his thick chesthair. Bran knew his father was allowed five braids, for his many years of service, even though Brunthil chose not to wear them right now.

His father's nipples stood out hard and erect from below the graying fur on his chest. As he had gotten older, Branwyn had noticed his father had started to let himself go a little, and by now a little beerbelly had grown on him. Branwyn was actually quite fond of it, even tho he mercilessly teased his father with it. His boyfriend's ass came away from his father's groin, and he had a quick vision of the base of his father's dick. Tho Branwyn was bigger, he had surely inherited his father's good genes. He was intimately familiar with the big, veiny penis currently ramming into Svenn. As per tradition it was the first one he had ever taken, and because of his father's endowment it had gained him a measure of respect among his peers.

He started making his way through the throng of sweating dwarves. He passed a group of half a dozen dwarves standing in a circle, all intently beating their meat and feasting their eyes on their companions. There was one dwarf on his knees in the centre of the circling, looking somewhat tipsy, eyelids drooping heavily and his mouth open like a man begging for water. Bran had been in that position himself a few times. Cleaning your beard after was hell.

He dodged a pair of dwarves wrestling each other to the ground. As he stepped by, one of the wrestling dwarves pinned the other to the floor, his hands like vices around the pinned dwarf. The dwarf on top straddled his opponents chest and levered his knees on top of the other man's arms. He kept struggling but was unable to get a hold. The dwarf on top grinned and slapped his hard dick in his opponent's face, splattering it with pre-cum. Bran kept walking and so missed the end of the fight. His bare feet stepped in splashes of cum, but he didn't mind. He was used to it after all these years.

Branwyn reached his father and Svenn. He tapped his father on his shoulder.

"Hey, can..." He began, but noticed his father didn't respond and continued grunting. His father could get like that when he was really into it. Just a single minded fuck construction, his hips pounding like pistons and his eyes looking into nowhere. Branwyn hesitated for a moment to just stand and enjoy the sight of his sire fucking his beautiful boyfriend. He tapped his father's shoulder again, a little more insistent and that seemed to waken the old man.

"Mind if I cut in?" Branwyn asked with a slight grin.

Brunthil looked up and around, and smiled when he saw his son. He looked a little drunk already, and his nose was red.

"Hey Bran... uff... back already?" He did not stop fucking Svenn, and Svenn hadn't looked up yet.

"Ah.. ah... ahhhh..." Svenn's little moans could barely be heard over the din of the room.

"Mhm." Bran murmured. He could smell his father's musk and it was throwing him off a little. His father's scent was so strong and brought back many memories...

"Yeah, ahem..."He cleared his throat. "I mean, it was an easy skirmish. Had some fun with the Rockshield Clan by the eastern border. Cousin Durin sends his... regards." He added as he moved closer. He put one hand on his father's back and another on Svenn's thigh, who didn't notice. Branwyn leaned in closer and gave his father a tender kiss.

"That's from Durin." Branwyn said and kissed his father again, slower and more sensual this time. His dad returned the kiss in kind, never stopping his pounding of Svenn's ass. When they broke the kiss, Branwyn was pressed up tight against his old man, his dick pushing against him. The hand on his father's back stroked downwards, finding the cleft between his cheeks. His father had a well-formed muscular butt, though this too had gotten softer over the years. Bran's hand quested downward until he found his father's hole, and started rubbing at it with a thick finger. His father moaned softly into the kiss.

He had half a mind to take his father's ass now, but then his father lifted an arm to put around his son. Branwyn knew that was an invitation and pressed his nose into his father's armpit. He took a deep whiff of the manly scent, felt the moist hairs against his face, then let out a content sigh.

His father nuzzled his son's hair approvingly, and kissed him again when he came up.

"Alright, son, he's all yours." Brunthil slowed and pulled backwards slowly. His dick came free of Svenn's pink hole with a plop. A lazy trail of pre-cum followed after.

Svennyart looked up to see why the blissful abuse of his hole had stopped. He looked back lazily, and brightened the moment he saw Branwyn. A smile that lit up the room, Branwyn thought. And just for me. His heart fluttered a little. He squeezed Svenn's thigh a little.

"Hey babe." Branwyn said a little hoarsely, and moved in to hug his boyfriend (who was still ballsdeep in a guy in front of him). His boyfriend met him halfway and their lips met passionately. Bran could lose himself in this kiss. He could taste Svenn had already been having fun with other men before he arrived, but it only added to his arousal and he intensified the kiss. He pushed his tongue into Svenn's mouth, wrestling Svenn's tongue away playfully. Svenn's warm and fruity breath mingled with Bran's. He moved in behind Svenn.

Branwyn's cock was rock-hard and throbbed almost painfully. His shaft was covered in a little layer of pre-cum, that dripped over the hair on his balls. As he pressed it to Svenn's back and broke the kiss, he could feel Svenn shudder at the touch. Svenn pushed his ass backwards a little, grinding against Branwyn's crotch. Bran could feel the wetness of the pre-cum his father left behind around Svenn's hole. Or maybe his spit. It didn't matter. His dick slid between Svenn's cheeks, up and over his hole, to where a small trail of hair ended on Svenn's back. He left behind a small trail of pre-cum of his own along the way.

Branwyn put an arm around Svenn and pulled him in close.

"How was your trip?" Svenn asked. But Bran gave him a little slap on his ass, that made Svenn gasp. "Talk later, fuck now." He growled, but he smiled as he said it. Bran raked his fingers gently down Sven's back, through the hair all the way down to his behind, until he felt his own dick's heat against his hand.

Svenn's ass felt so warm and as he slid his cock up and down, he could feel his dick getting caught on Svenn's hole as he passed it by. He didn't want to slide in right away, but the temptation was hard to ignore. He enjoyed hearing Svenn moan and push back, increasingly eager for Bran's thick member.

"Did you miss my dick?" Branwyn murmured in Svenn's ear. "It missed you." He pushed against Svenn's hole softly but insistently. He could feel the pucker parting around his dick, but before he went beyond the head, he pulled back. Svenn moaned in disappointment.

"Ufff... Been looking forward to you all day." Svenn murmured breathily and pushed back, his hole questing for Branwyn's dick.

Branwyn slid up and down between Svenn's cheeks a few more times, each time putting increasing pressure against Svenn's hole.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore. The need was too strong, his head full with the Lust. The musk of the men fucking and fighting around him, the feel of his boyfriend's hairy back against his chest, the promise of warmth emanating from Svenn's hole.. It was all too much. He put his dick firmly against Svenn's hole and started pushing in. He could feel Svenn's hole opening up for his massive dick. As always Svenn had a little trouble with it, but Branwyn and his father were of almost equal size, so Svenn had been warmed up. With a little gasp Bran slide his big head into Svenn's pucker, swallowed by an eager and warm passage. Bran pushed deeper, gently, listening for his boyfriend's response, feeling him clench around his cock. His father's pre-cum lubed him up pleasantly.

He went slow, enjoying the sensation of his boyfriend's hole pressing down on all sides of his dick. He could feel how Svenn tensed his muscles, as he pushed Bran's dick deeper inside. With slow certainty, Branwyn pushed all the way in, until his hips met his boyfriend's ass. He rested there for a moment, feeling his huge balls rest against Svenn's. They were very sensitive now, and he swung left and right with his hips to brush them against Svenn's sack a little. The feeling of that friction was egging him on.

Svenn had ceased pounding the dwarf in front of him. Instead he was leaning with his full-weight against him, one arm up against the dwarf's back while the other was holding Branwyn's arm resting around his neck. He moaned softly, a sound that grew louder as Branwyn pushed deeper inside. Svenn made a short, sharp intake of breath as the last few inches disappeared inside of him. He started breathing heavily when he felt Bran's balls sway against his own. He could smell Svenn's arousal all around, despite the many other musks hanging in the air. He could pick it out like no other. It reminded him of waking up with Svenn nestled in his arms, back to belly, his morning boner resting comfortable against Svenn's ass.

Then Branwyn started pulling out. But before he got halfway, he met resistance behind him, a thick object poking against his butt. His father had taken up position at his ass and had waited patiently. He only now noticed his father had one hand on Branwyn's flank, softly caressing the skin.

"May I?" His father asked, but he wasn't looking at Branwyn. He was looking down, one hand holding his thick cock positioned at Branwyn's furry crack. He looked up and met Bran's eyes.

His father had beautiful dark-golden eyes.

"Yeah.." He breathed, and nodded when he realized it had been more of a whisper. His father had understood anyway, and leaned forward.

They had been doing this for years, and still it hurt a little every damn time. His father was just so... big. Probably one of the thicker cocks Branwyn had taken. He felt his hole resisting, but his father was like a landslide; he couldn't be stopped. His father's thick head pushed past his ring, and tho familiar, Branwyn still couldn't stop himself from letting a little gasp of pain. A little ring of fire blossomed around his hole, and then slowly subsided into a pleasant dull burn.

"Still hurts huh? Thought you'd be used to it by now..." Brunthil murmured. He moved his hand from his son's side to his shoulder, and brought his hips further forward.

Branwyn didn't move and attempted to accept the invasion. He knew the pleasure would come on soon aaaaaand there it was. He let out a breathy sigh onto Svenn's neck. Svenn, already loosened, moved his hips backwards, pushing Branwyn completely inside him again. At the same time, his father moved forward, pushing his thick meat completely into his son. Then Branwyn was pressed firmly between two men he loved dearly, front and back. The Lust raged in his mind.

Branwyn put an arm around Svenn's neck in a slight chokehold, just the way he knew Svenn enjoyed. Branwyn couldn't move forward or backward, and didn't want to either. He was completely full with his father's dick, and his own dick was enveloped by Svenn's warm hole. It was an ecstatic feeling. The Lust raged inside of him and he knew he needed more. He tightened his grip around Svenn's neck and drew him in closer. He bit Svenn's ear softly when he felt his father's crotch meet his back, his heavy balls against his legs. Svenn let out a moan of pleasure, and Branwyn groaned a little himself.

His dad then started pulling out, and Branwyn enjoyed the sensation of his father's cock so deep inside of him. The Lust had taken over completely now, and there was no more room for conscious thought. All that mattered was dick. He needed to get off. He needed to seed his boyfriend, and he needed to feel his father's warm seed fill him. Branwyn started moving back and forth, fucking Svenn and signalling his father to start pounding. Svenn had stopped fucking and leaned forward.

The dwarf Svenn was leaning on didn't seem to mind the pounding had almost halted; he was on all fours, drunk and seemed content to just be having a dick inside of him. He had closed the tap on the keg, his beard wet with ale. He was staring ahead with glazed eyes, the tip of his tongue hanging out of his mouth. His dick hung heavy and limp under him, in a pool of his own ejaculation.

Branwyn lowered his arm from Svenn's throat to his chest, cupping a firm and furry tit. He caressed, knowing how much Svenn loved the attention there. He took his time enjoying Svenn's hairy tits, while his father behind him continued what he had been to doing Bran's boyfriend earlier.

Brunthil pulled out, gentle but firm. He placed his hands on the side of his son's ass and took hold, as he plunged his dick back in. Brunthil had done this many times, and he knew exactly where to apply pressure. Branwyn started growing red in the face, huffing. He buried his face in the back of Svenn's neck, while his hand found one of Svenn's large nipples and started playing with it. The other took a hold of Svenn's generous belly and buried itself in the fur there. Svenn let out a string of low-pitched moaning noises, the kind that really got Bran going. He started to move in the same rhythm as his father behind him.

Pull. SlamSLAM. Pull. SlamSLAM.

His father was in the mood, he could tell. When Brunthil was in a good mood, he tended to put his full weight behind his poundings. Branwyn was pushed forward and deep inside Svenn everytime his father hilted him.

Bran growled with his head against Svenn's back, while Svenn's head was tilted towards the ceiling. He was now moaning without holding back, and it was the hottest thing Branwyn heard.

He could feel his own cock responding to his boyfriend's moans and started fucking him faster and faster. The pressure inside of him started to build up, the Lust a roaring noise in his ears.

His father's cock filled him, then left an empty space. Then he felt that thickness again, and his father's bush against his back. Brunthil was grunting heavily behind him, a deep sound in his throat, every so often a louder escaping his mouth.

Branwyn looked back and saw another dwarf had joined in behind them.

Behind his father stood his uncle and his father's boyfriend, Burk. Burk was the oldest of dad's brother, and had long let go of his warrior's physique as he had retired from the battlefield. He had become very pleasantly chubby, with a large beerbelly and big tits to match. Branwyn remembered feeling Burk's furry belly resting between his leg while the older dwarf was working Bran's hole. As one of his dad's boyfriends, they had spent some time together.

Burk looked to be enjoying himself with his father. His father smiled back at Burk between grunts and moans. Burk said something Bran couldn't hear over the roaring in his ears and he felt his father's belly quiver against him as he laughed.

Before Branwyn could reach his limit, his boyfriend's moaning had started to die out, replaHe put a little more pressure on his chokehold. Svenn was red in the face and Bran could see the orgasm building up in his face. Driven by the force of his father's cock, he pounded Svenn hard and deep, pinching his fat nipple hard.

Suddenly Svenn moaned loudly and attempted to arch up, but Bran held him place. He felt his boyfriend's muscles contracting, pulling on his own dick. Svenn leaned deeper into the dwarf in front of him, and Bran knew what a generous load the dwarf was receiving. For a moment Bran's Lust raged for that liquid, wanting every drop of it on his face and into his mouth.

His frustration came out through his aggressive pounding, and he once more slapped Svenn's ass, hard, as Svenn was dumping his load. Brunthil was still pounding his boy mercilessly. Branwyn could feel his body tensing, his breathing grew shorter and...

An explosion burst in his head, washing over him and taking away the Lust.

With a loud grunt, he slammed himself completely inside Svennyart. His muscles contracted, his balls pulled up and he came deep inside his boyfriend. He spasmed a few times, sending out more loads of cum into his lover's ass. He emptied himself completely, cum leaking out from under his cock, dripping into Svenn's balls. His balls slowly dropped, now lighter and no longer aching, tho his father's balls were still slapping against them.

His father was not quite done yet. He was breathing heavily, while Burk was grunting behind him. The chubby dwarf at the back was pounding away lustily, fast and hard. Bran knew his dad liked it rough, and Burk was happy to give it to him. Bran heard the sound of a hand slapping his father's ass.

Brunthil groaned loudly and suddenly pushed deep into Branwyn. Branwyn gasped, and felt his father's warm cum cover his insides. It flooded his intestines and he could almost imagine a sloshing sound inside of him. His dad moved back and forth a few more times until he came to a rest against Bran's back. His arms hugged him from behind, caressing Bran's hairy chest. Bran could fould Burk still pounding his father's hole, and his father breathed onto his back rhythmically. With a grunt, Burk finally slammed into Brunthil, and filled him up with his seed. His dad buried himself deep into the hair on Branwyn's back, his hands on Bran's shoulders. Burk grunted loudly.

As he came at last, a small round of cheers went up from a small crowd of dwarves that had formed around the group. Most of them lifted their mugs in salute, while the other held a dick, tho not necessarily their own. Burt, breathing heavy, raised a hand in acknowledgement. One of the dwarves in attendance gasped, and a spurt of cum flew from his dick, landing on Brunthil's ankle. The dwarf grinned apologetically, but Brunthil waved it off with a grin of his own. Slowly the onlookers dispersed, soon engaged in their own activities.

They stood there, all gasping for air, none wanting to move just yet. Branwyn enjoyed his boyfriend's scent in front of him, and his father warm belly and dick behind him. He felt the cum slosh inside him a little, and his own cum coating his dick inside Svenn.

Burk took a slow step backwards. His stout dick came out of Brunthil with a wet sound, and a little puddle of cum fell onto the floor below. Burk was breathing heavily.

Brunthil also pulled out, gently. He knew how sensitive his son was after he had reached orgasm. Branwyn winced as his dad's fat dong pulled out of his now sore hole. It came out with a little pop and he felt the cum rush down his crack, over his balls and down his legs. He knew the same would happen when he pulled out of Svenn.

"You okay, boy?" Brunthil asked gently. He always made sure to check. He knew he was a challenge to many. It made him a little cocky, which Bran adored.

Bran could only nod. Seeing his son was fine, Brunthil turned towards Burk with a wry smile on his face.

"Not the same stamina you used to have, eh?"

"I can still outlast you, old timer." Burk replied, smiling back. Brunthil moved over and kissed his boyfriend passionately.

"Two months. We're only two months apart." He growled.

"They make all the difference." Burk said with a smirk.

Meanwhile Branwyn turned towards Svenn, and just held on for a little while longer. The Lust had subsided for now and he was just enjoying being together. He pulled Svenn close. Even though they were surrounded by bawdy dwarves making merry noises, they were in their own little world for a moment.

"I love you." He murmured as he nestled into the beard in Svenn's neck.

"Love you too." Svenn said contently. He wriggled a little, and his dick came out of the drunk dwarf in front of him. "Thanks, Dorum."

"Mwahehh...?" was all the dwarf could mutter.

They cuddled for a while longer. Branwyn took in his boyfriend's musk, and rubbed his beard against his sweaty back. He gave it a kiss, then another one a little lower.

Finally Branwyn pulled back and out of his boyfriend. His dick, tho limp, was still thick as his wrist. As he pulled out, cum ran down Svenn's leg as he had expected. He gave Svenn a small push forward, and Svenn caught himself against the keg. Branwyn put his hands against Svenn's cheeks and spread them a little. He looked against a pink hole, overflowing with cum. It winked at him.

He leaned in and licked Svenn's balls where his cum had dripped down, then followed the trail up with his tongue until he met Svenn's pink pucker. He gave it a good tonguebath, licking up his own cum and cleaning it. He could feel it flowing out of Svenn's hole and licked that up too. It tasted salty. When he was done, he got up and turned Svenn around. With his own cum still in his mouth, he gave his boyfriend a deep, long and loving kiss.

"Drink?" Svenn asked as he pulled away after a short while. Bran nodded. He could already feel the Lust building in him again.

Svenn reached over and plucked the mug out of the drunken dwarves hand, then filled it with fresh ale from the keg. He turned to Bran and lowered the mug. He slapped his dick against the rim a few times, splattering cum into the liquid.

With a grin he took a sip, then offered it to Branwyn. Bran downed the entirety of the mug in one gulp without hesitation. He burped. Loudly.

"Another?" He asked, and he didn't mean ale.