It was a lazy day at Simm’s Supplies, as it usually was, truth be told. In a village the size of Riverside, it was no wonder. The locals had made their necessary purchases long ago and now only came in for top-ups on their daily supplies and the like, barely producing a meaningful revenue. It was the occasional adventurer coming through that provided Simm real value, and those were becoming rarer.
Not that Simm really cared, the shop had always been more of a hobby and a front for his real passions anyway.
Simm himself, the tall, oddly brawny elf, was leaning over the counter at the back of his shop, past the shelves of twine, scissors, whetstones, dry field rations, and whatever other general items the store held. He was reading.
The bell rang as someone entered. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Jerrin visited Simm every day like clockwork, pestering the elf with all manner of inane questions. Simm was loath to admit he enjoyed the boy’s presence, so he was his usual standoffish self, providing one-word answers or none at all.
“Jerrin” Simm muttered into his book as he flipped a page.
Jerrin sidled up to the counter with a grin. “Whatcha reading Simm?”
“Saint Belleron’s treatise on the multiplicity of worlds.” He said, still not looking up.
Jerrin whistled. Surely he had no idea who Saint Belleron the Astrolog was, or what multiversal theory was, but he pretended interest. Jerrin continued to putter around the shop, looking over the knife display for the hundredth time, inspecting the sewing needles as though his mother, Pana the seamstress, needed more.
After a while, Simm deigned to look up. “Doesn’t your father need help in the fields? It’s not long till noon, you know.”
Jerrin just smiled. “I got the day off. Special treat for my birthday.”
Simm startled, just a bit, but didn’t show it, only allowing his eyebrows to move just a twitch up.
“Your birthday…” he muttered. “And how old are you now?”
“Seventeen. Old enough to leave home, almost old enough to get married even.”
Simm rolled his eyes. He’d been in Qualia for several decades now, but their social norms still perturbed him. As worshippers of Annit, Goddess of Love, their society was quite open, surrounding things like marriage and sex. Quite the departure from Simms homeland, where an elf was only considered an adult once they hit the age of fifty and cleared an entire dungeon on their own.
Still, Simm wouldn’t begrudge the boy a birthday this meaningful. “Quite the day then… Would you, perhaps, like something as a gift?” Simm was sure Jerrin would request a sword, maybe a spear if he was clever. Simm suspected, like most boys his age, he was itching to leave the village once he had the gear and try his hand at adventuring. He’d either come back after suffering his first major injury or resettle in the city after giving up the adventuring life. Most did. True adventurers were all dangerous at heart, a kind of dangerous that most people weren’t.
Jerrin hummed to himself as he stepped around the shop, looking over the various adventuring and everyday sundries it held. Finally, Jerrin came to a stop right in front of Simm, encroaching on his personal space.
Simm could see the waves in the boy's dark hair, the individual eyelashes that framed his brown eyes, and even how the boy was starting to fill out. Coming manhood combined with regular farmwork was turning him strong, and he had the muscles to prove it. Simm could even smell him. Leather, hay, and earth.
“Can I touch you?” Jerrin asked after a beat of silence.
Simm couldn't keep his eyes from widening. “What?”
“I want to touch you.” Jerrin lay a hand on Simm’s round pec. “Please? I’ve heard The Mayor say you have an adventurer's physique. I want to know what that looks like. Feels like.” Jerrin looked up into Simm’s eyes. It was four years ago, when Simm first set up shop in Riverside, that the boy had to get on his toes to reach Simm’s sternum; now he stood just below his chin.
“Fine.” Simm huffed. “Do as you wish. But we’ll take this to my quarters.”
With a surge of magic and a snap of his fingers, the door to the shop closed, the sign turned over to closed, and the lock turned.
Simm turned toward the door behind the counter that opened onto the stairs up to his rooms above the shop. He turned his head back. “C’mon. Don’t dawdle.”
Jerrin’s grin grew wider, and he followed Simm up eagerly. Simm took his shoes off and stepped into the center of the fine orcish carpet in his sitting room. He held his arms out. “Fine then. Get on with it.”
Jerrin wasted no time. He grabbed at Simm’s chest with aplomb, kneading and groping the elf’s strong pectorals. He even started to play with the nipples.
“Watch it.” Simm hissed.
“I can’t help it. They’re so big. And pink.”
Simm nearly blushed. “They’re sensitive too. Don’t bother them.”
Jerrin let up on Simm’s nipples and continued his exploration. Simm put up no resistance as Jerrin unbuttoned his shirt and began running one hand over his biceps, the other over his abs. Jerrin let out a sigh as he felt the smooth skin of Simm’s lower stomach.
“Boy…” Simm growled in warning as his hand went lower and lower, brushing the waistband of his pants. Jerrin jumped a bit, lost in his fun, but just grinned that stupid grin again and began to undo Simm’s belt.
“What are you doing?” Simm asked in alarm.
“I need to see your legs, of course. An adventurer's physique surely includes his legs.”
Jerrin eagerly pulled down Simm’s pants. His breath caught in his throat as he came eye level with Simm’s smooth groin.
“Undergarments are not a part of elf culture,” Simm said, explaining his lack of clothing between him and his pants.
Jerrin, blushing, wide-eyed, nodded, keeping his eyes trained on Simm’s long, uncut cock, dangling between his legs. “Right, well, interesting.”
Slowly, Jerrin began running his hand over Simm’s calves and thighs. He went very slowly, much more slowly than he’d gone over Simm’s upper body. Simm released a long breath. It was actually kind of relaxing.
With a trembling hand, Jerrin grabbed hold of Simm’s large balls.
“So big…” He muttered.
Simm wanted to jerk away, but was held firm. He wouldn’t risk it. “Careful” He growled. Looking down, Jerrin on his knees, his breath hitting his shaft and balls. It was beginning to be to much.
Jerrin looked up. “Surely you didn’t think I would stop at touching you?”
Simm glowered. “It’s what I expected, but I won’t have you going further, boy.” Simm almost spat.
Now it was Jerrin's turn to roll his eyes.
Again, Simm cursed his decision to come to this country with its strange customs. Free love was rampant and normalized, public sex and nudity were common in all parts of society, and men lay with men, women with women, and nobody seemed to care. Yet inversely, there were some very hard rules. If you were an adult, no sex with anyone below the age of majority. If you wanted children, marriage was required. Married people were free to sleep around, but put a child in someone else’s partner, and there was hell to pay.
Jerrin squeezed Simm’s balls lightly. “What are you worried about? This is the country. A bit of fun between adults and those my age isn’t unheard of. It's nearly expected.”
“I’m not from here, and I don’t want to take the risk,” Simm said. “And besides, I’m sure you could have any girl from the village service you. Most of the boys, too.”
Jerrin sighed. “Well, maybe, but… ”
‘But what?”
“But I don’t want them. I’ve never done it before. I’m a virgin.” Jerrin said, his voice cracking on the word virgin.
Simm raised an eyebrow. In Qualia, a virgin at 17 was rarer than a tall dwarf. “And you’ve decided to use your birthday wish to force me to sleep with you? Who says I want to sleep with a boy that knows nothing?” Simm said.
Jerrin stood to look Simm in the eyes. “Please, Simm? It’s not that I don't know. I’ve heard mother and father plenty of times. Seen them plenty of times. Seen others in town, of course. I just… wanted my first time to be special.”
Simm was surprised again. Most Qualians saw losing their virginity like getting their hair cut. Nothing special. “And I’d make it special?”
Jerrin nodded. “I’d never thought about being with a man before, but I saw my father being taken by The Mayor last month behind the barn and… it looked so beautiful and powerful. I nearly came in my pants watching them.”
Simm had to suppress a chuckle. Jerrin’s father, Ennis, was a bit of a cock-hound. Even Simm had taken up his flirtations a few times, in moments of weakness. If Jerrin’s ass was anything like his father’s…
Simm shook his head to banish the temptation. “But you’re only 17.”
“The mayor's second husband was only 17 when they got married. As I said, we do things out in the country differently.”
Simm thought for a moment, “If your father learns of this, he won’t come at me with a pitchfork for taking his son’s virginity? Won’t demand I marry you?”
“Certainly not. He’s done his share of boy breaking for sure. He was the one who recommended I come to you for this anyway. Said you’d be a good teacher.” Jerrin looked down as he twiddled his thumbs. “Though if you were open to marriage…” Simm’s eyes widened. “We can… discuss that after.”
Simm sat with a sigh on the sofa, his heavy cock and balls resting heavily on the cushion between Simm’s thighs.
“I’ll have to teach you everything then? Take off your clothes and come here,” Simm said, patting his lap.
Jerrin eagerly complied. With all his clothes off, Simm was pleasantly surprised to see how hairy Jerrin was.
“You don’t find this unsightly, do you?” Jerrin asked, running a hand through the dense mat of his chest hair.
Simm shook his head, feeling a portion of himself soften for the boy in front of him. “No. It’s pretty. I like it.” Simm reached out and grabbed Jerrin’s wrist, pulling him into his lap.
With a hand on Jerrin’s hairy ass and the other on his back, Simm whispered, “We’ll begin with kissing.”
Simm slowly brought their lips together, intending to teach the boy slowly before building up to deep, manly kissing.
At first, they simply touched their lips, then Simm introduced light suction. Jerrin jolted a bit when he felt Simm’s tongue prod at his lips. He hesitantly opened just enough to allow Simm’s tongue to enter.
“You have to move your tongue against mine.” Simm instructed, “Be a part of this, not passive. Don’t worry about the mess, we’ll be making more of it.”
Jerrin did as told, finding the sensation even more pleasurable than he’d thought it would be. His cock, which had been half hard this entire time, was fully hard now, and beginning to leak.
Simm continued the kiss for a while, letting his hands wander over Jerrin’s body in an echo of what Jerrin had done earlier. Gently, Simm began to rock his hips up, rubbing their hard cocks together. Jerrin moaned into Simm’s mouth as their tongues continued to play together.
After a moment, Simm pulled back. “How's that? You like it?”
Jerrin nuzzled into Simm’s neck. “It’s… wonderful. It's almost scary how good just this feels.”
Simm had to smile at that. “Well, glad I could please you.” He massaged Jerrin’s ass cheek in his hand. “Think you’re ready for more?”
Jerrin nodded.
Simm smiled. Despite his reservations, he could no longer deny his desire for Jerrin, or his quickly hardening cock. Simm stood, lifting Jerrin in his arms, and made his way to his bedroom.
Inside the dark room, Simm lay Jerrin on his back.
“Shall I open the curtains, or would you prefer to keep it dark?” Simm offered.
Jerrin blushed. “Open please.”
Simm threw open the curtains to let the light in. Simm could see several people walking by on the street below. Alfor, the blacksmith, happened to look up and saw Simm at the window, completely naked and sporting a hard-on. Alfor’s bristly beard rose in a smile, and he threw Simm a thumbs-up. Simm smiled and waved to Alfor as he walked further down the street.
Turning back to the bed and Jerrin, Simm came to his nightstand and opened the jar of alm oil he kept by his bedside, its sweet scent pouring into the air. Alm oil was a primary export of Qualia, a universally useful oil that was safe to eat and use on the body, making it extremely popular for sex.
“Come closer, Jerrin. On your back and lift your hips. I need to open you up before we start.”
Jerrin scooched over and presented himself, opening his legs wide. His blush had not let up, but he was smiling like a loon.
“W-will it hurt?” Jerrin asked, eyeing Simm’s still growing cock, now well over a handspan long and thick to boot.
Simm slicked his fingers in oil. “Likely. You’ve never done this before, but I’ll go slow, let you adjust. Make it special.”
Simm couldn’t deny it any longer. He was fond of Jerrin, and truthfully, he’d pleasured himself late at night more than once, imagining the boy beneath him.
Cold fingers dove into the hair between Jerrin’s cheeks and made contact with his pucker. He jumped, but Simm put a hand on his chest, keeping him calm and pinned. Simm circled Jerrin’s asshole, prodded it, teased it, before pushing his pointer finger inside his first knuckle.
“Feel that?” Simm hummed.
Jerrin’s adams apple bobbed. “Yeah. A bit strange.”
Simm pushed his finger in further and began moving it in and out. “Focus on your breathing. Relax and let me in.” Jerrin’s breath became regular and timed as Simm finger-fucked him. Simm added a second finger, then a third in quick succession.
“You're taking it well. Feel it as I open you.” Simm scissored his fingers. Jerrin squirmed, giving off little moans and yelps as Simm continued his preparation.
Finally, Simm removed his fingers and slicked up his cock, pulling back the foreskin as he did so. Simm climbed onto the bed, on top of Jerrin.
“Ready?”
Simm lined up his cockhead with Jerrin’s hole, the bulbous head red and throbbing in anticipation.
Jerrin took a shaky breath and lifted his hips, welcoming Simm. Simm pushed. Jerrin couldn’t help but let out a whine from his throat as Simm’s cockhead stretched his ass open.
Simm leaned down and kissed Jerrin deeply, eating his cry. “Breath, relax.”
His cockhead breached past Jerrin's ring, and Simm stopped. Looking down, he saw how Jerrin squirmed with just Simm’s cockhead inside him. It was a delicious sight.
Simm pushed his hips forward, watching as his cock impaled Jerrin deeper and deeper. The heat of Jerrin’s ass engulfed Simm. So tight, so hot. As he bottomed out, Simm couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Compared to your father, you’re hotter and wetter. Did you know I’ve taken your father in this very bed before?”
“I heard. He said you were a good lover.” Jerrin’s voice was shaky, tears pricking the corner of his eyes. He was clearly struggling with the stretch. Simm kissed Jerrin again in an attempt to relax him around his prick.
“I can’t lie. You're one of the best I've had. I like it tight.” Simm gyrated his hips. Jerrin moaned with the movement.
“I might just keep you around.” He teased, voice low. Slowly, Simm’s hips moved away, pulling his cock through Jerrin’s tight channel before moving back inside in short movements. Simm didn’t want to go too fast, as much as he’d love to ravage Jerrin then and there. He hadn’t thought he’d try to enter another relationship, not in this century anyway, but again, Jerrin had slowly grown on him. Like a fungus.
Running a hand through his treasure trail, Simm began really fuck Jerrin. Simm gripped Jerrin’s cock and stroked him in time with the thrust of his hips. Jerrin was leaking profusely. The slap of their bodies colliding became louder, more pronounced in the silent rooms above the shop. The mellow sweetness of the alm oil mixed with the tang of sweat and the perfume of hay that clung to Jerrin.
“Are you getting close? Tell me so I can cum with you.” Simm said.
Tears ran down Jerrin’s face. Again, all he could do was nod. The sensation, the pain, the pleasure, the pressure, it was too much for his first time.
Jerrin’s cock pulsed in Simm’s hand and he knew it was time. Simm picked up speed and, with a few powerful thrusts, buried himself as deep as possible.
They cried out each other's name as Jerrin painted their fronts with his seed, and Simm filled his young lover. Jerrin was filled so much that Simm could feel the cum leaking out around his cock.
Simm collapsed on top of Jerrin, embracing the boy, now a man, he supposed. “Fuck boy. That was… fun.” Not every day, Simm got to break in a virgin. Especially not one he knew.
Jerrin nuzzled Simm’s neck. “Fun doens’t begin to describe it. No wonder everyone is always fucking.”
Simm lifted his head and saw the red around Jerrin’s eyes. “Wasn’t too much for you? I know I’m bigger than most, but you did well, I think.” He could feel Jerrin trembling. He knew the feeling, taking a cock you never expected to fit inside you, feeling it swell inside you, release in you, stay inside you until it softened and came out on its own.
On cue, Simm’s cock softened enough to come out of Jerrin’s ass with an obscene pop, followed by a gush of cum. Simm flopped to the side of Jerrin, the two of them adjusting so Jerrin’s head was pillowed on Simm’s arm, their legs tangled. Simm ran hsi free hand over Jerrin’s thigh, noting the thick hair even there.
“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t like your hair.”
“I’m just so much hairier than most of the other boys in the village,” Jerrin whined.
“It’s cute. I like it.”
“Like it enough to… keep around?” Jerrin ventured.
Simm looked at his young lover. “I suppose I could make an exception for the brat that’s been harassing me. Don’t expect a big ceremony. I can barely stand the customs of this country as is.”
Jerrin beamed at Simm. “Oh. Marriages here just have to be approved. We don’t really do a big ceremony. But you’ll be Head of House. You lead in the relationship. I won’t complain if you bring in someone else. The more the merrier.”
Ah, right. Polygamy was legal in this country. Actually, what would it be called if Simm had more than one husband? Polyandry? What if he had husbands and wives?
Whatever, he was too spent to think of the answer at the moment. “Just promise me not to go in the basement, and we’ll be golden, Love,” Simm said, kissing the top of Jerrin's head.
The two drifted to sleep, sleeping away most of the day.
Simm jolted awake with a knock coming from the door below. His groggy mind registered that the sun was setting, or maybe even rising; he wasn’t sure, but it was likely the former. Without bothering with clothes and covered in drying cum, Simm trudged downstairs to the back door. He opened it as is, Gods knew answering the door fresh from sex and covered in fluids was a common enough occurrence in Riverside.
On the doorstep was Ennis, Jerrin’s father. They shared the same black hair, but Ennis was taller and bulkier than his son, a body forged over decades of hard work on the farm and on his back. A body that had seduced Simm more than once and left him drained and dehydrated. If Simm didn’t know any better, he’d swear he was secretly an Incubus. But no, he was just a slut. And a talented one at that.
Simm quickly flicked his eyes up and down, looking for concealed weapons, but all Ennis carried was a basket of food and a smirk.
“Looks like you had some fun. Bet I can guess what.” Ennis said as he pushed his way inside.
Simm gaped, unsure how to broach the fact that Ennis knew Simm had just taken his son’s virginity. “Uh, E-Ennis. So, the thing is. Jerrin, he asked for this and, well-”
Ennis kissed Simm to shut him up. “I know. I’m sure he told you I recommended he come. He practically exploded when I permitted him to let you be his first. Such a strange boy. As soon as I was old enough, I was fucking anything that would let me, whether I had my Pa’s permission or not.”
Simm had been in Qualia for 4 years already, and still, the utter debauchery of the people caught him unawares. Taking a moment to compose himself, he sighed and shook his head. He’d have to learn to be more flexible if he was going to marry a native Qualian.
From behind them, slow steps could be heard coming down the staircase. Jerrin came into view, wincing with each step.
Ennis laughed out loud, “Someone’s been fucked good and hard. How was your first time, my boy?”
“F-fine,” Jerrin said, taking another step toward them, flinching at the pain. Simm winced, regretting not having been gentler for the boys' first time. Being fucked hard enough to make walking painful sounded hot until it happened to you.
Ennis smacked Jerrin on the ass, making him yelp. “Fine? You look fucked to bliss. The kind of fucking The Church really approves of.” He turned to Simm. “So tell me, do I have a new son-in-law?”
“I suppose you do,” Simm answered.
Ennis laughed again and grabbed Simm’s cock like he was giving him a handshake. “Fantastic! Call me Daddy! The three of us are going to have a lot of fun from now on.”
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