Money is always tight for master elven chef Gillespie, and he's notorious for mismanaging his restaurant's finances. When dealing for liquors with the dwarf distiller Durim, Gillespie needs to ask for more than the usual discount. Durim is willing to negotiate, but can Gillespie convince Durim to bring down his prices? Sure, but only if Gillespie will go down on him...
This erotic short story contains explicit descriptions of an elf sucking a dwarf's big, thick dick. Oral sex, hairy men, uncircumcised dicks, ball sucking, cumshots, and cum swallowing will be found within. Also, the elf and dwarf are totally friends, which is cute if you ask me. Approx. 3500 words, intended for adults only.
Gillespie ran his hands up Durim’s thighs. It didn’t take long, the stubby dwarf was almost as thick as he was tall. Gillespie could feel the warmth from Durim’s body even through the leather of his trousers. He squeezed his fingers against the hard muscles and Durim let out a soft chuckle.
“C’mon, Gil. I ain’t got all day.”
Gillespie tugged open the leather ties that held Durim’s fly closed around the hard bulge of his cock. Gillespie bit his lower lip and worked the dwarf’s trousers open. He felt his cock harden against the tight confines of his own trousers as he worked. His cheeks felt hot and his breath grew heavy.
“Alright, Durim. Alright. Settle down you horny little dwarf.”
“You know as well as I do I ain’t little where it counts, Gil…”
Gillespie pulled open Durim’s fly and smiled to himself. The dwarf was hairy, oafish, and a terrible lecher, but he was right: he wasn’t small where it mattered. The dwarf didn’t have anything on under his trousers, as usual. When Gillespie opened the trousers, he found the thick, veiny shaft he knew Durim was packing. Gillespie licked his lower lip. Durim chuckled.
“Always love that look, Gil.”
“You’re an oaf, Durim.”
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Published September 17, 2012
by Odessa Piper.
Erotica, Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction.