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dreamers, your nightmare eating Bha'qu here.\n\nIt has been a while since I posted a story. I was hold up by so many things recently, that I had not much time to work on any. I hope I will manage to get more consistent with my uploads again. \n\nThis story is about a tirbe of Boars. Especially Rak'hal who is in front a major decision and realising what he really wanted. \n\nI hope you all enjoy.\n\nSee you around soon <3[/center]\n\n-----\n\n[b]You can also get a commissioned story from yours truly! All info [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57290241/]here[/url]![/b][/center]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "
Hey my dreamers, your nightmare eating Bha'qu here.

It has been a while since I posted a story. I was hold up by so many things recently, that I had not much time to work on any. I hope I will manage to get more consistent with my uploads again.

This story is about a tirbe of Boars. Especially Rak'hal who is in front a major decision and realising what he really wanted.

I hope you all enjoy.

See you around soon <3


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You can also get a commissioned story from yours truly! All info here![/center]", "writing": "Rite of Age\n\n \n\nIt was that time of the year again. Many young men had been waiting for this chance for a long time, or so it seemed. The ritual of finally being recognised as a fully grown adult male. Every year, the boar tribe, also known as the Warhogs, prepared a Rite. Everyone looked forward to the celebration, which included music, good food, drinks, and an overall good time.\n\nBut, as much as it was a recurring event, this year was unique. Everyone waits in silence and with a hidden breath because this is something special. The Clanhead?s son planned to attempt the Rite. He was viewed as the one who would eventually take over the clan, and everyone expected the best from him. And he did not disappoint.\n\nEven though he was not officially an adult, he had participated in hunts, clan clashes, and other activities reserved for the clan?s men. And he was outsmarting everyone. Not only did he have a knack for tactics, but his strength, courage, and overall fearlessness had already earned him a place in the clan, which everyone respected. So it was no surprise that everyone expected great things from him.\n\nRak?hal was in one of the numerous small tents that had been prepared. They were decorated with a variety of items that represented luck and strength. Patterns around the outside were perfectly stitched into the fabric to request the gods? assistance. All of this was familiar to the young adult, who had seen it numerous times as a child. He had always wanted to be in one of those tents, and now it was finally time.\n\nHe only had different rasping and cutting tools. The Rite of Adulthood was as simple as it could get, at least in words. Use all of the tools at your disposal to create patterns in your own tusks. The deeper the pattern, the more of your tusks were covered in pattern, and the finer and more delicate the patterns were, the more respect you would receive as an adult. The deeper you cut, the more painful it will be, and as you get closer to the root of your tusk, the more sensitive it will become. However, you cannot draw blood. It was something everyone had to discover for themselves. Every young adult must weigh the risks that different approaches will present. All while under the light of a torch and with only a bowl of water that functions as a mirror.\n\nRak?hal proceeded with his work without hesitation; he knew exactly what patterns he wanted, which he had been considering for many years. His work was completed in total silence. Nothing could break him out of his concentration. The boar was getting into the zone, losing all sense of time.\n\nHe?s not sure how long he?s been working on his pattern. Being as careful as possible to ensure that they turn out perfectly. The more delicate motifs adorned his tusks, the more he felt like losing himself. A sensation he did not expect.\n\nEvery line, added symbol, and mark with a different meaning made him feel like he was watching the process rather than participating. As if a second person is observing what is going on. The deeper he went, the more he demonstrated his strength, willingness to endure pain, and steady hand in the face of anguish, and the person in the silent layer of water transformed into someone else. Only when his hands stopped moving did he feel like himself again.\n\nA look at the reflection filled him with pride as well as an undefined sense of emptiness. Questions piled up in his head, each one more confusing than the last.\n\nSwallowing the thoughts down, as he had so many times before, he finally stood up and stretched. His strong muscles moved under his pale brown fur, his typical musclegut flexing the strong muscles of his core. It was time to exit the tent.\n\nHe walked slowly to the entrance, opened it, and saw others his age being congratulated for their accomplishments, some with more excitement than others, telling him how far they had come in their own rites. But all fell silent when Rak?hal was noticed standing at the open entrance to his tent. Many people smiled as they noticed how deep and delicate his patterns were, almost all the way to the root of his tusks, starting from the tip. There was no missing spot. He could see his father?s eyes shining with pride, which should have made him feel proud as well.\n\nAll he felt was an ice-cold shower that chilled him to his core. His gaze moved over each one of them. The entire tribe was present - well, almost everyone. His heart felt like it had stopped for a second.\n\nHe knew what he needed to do. He closed the tent again, not realising how surprised many people were. Normally, once someone stepped out of the tent, the ritual was over; returning was a sign of weakness, but Rak?hal never left. Many people became confused and began whispering to one another. Mostly because there was no way to make his tusks look any more impressive.\n\nRak?hal quickly returned. It only took a split second for the entire tribe to let out an audible gasp as they noticed what he did.\n\n____\n\nAk?tar was in his usual position. Cleaning out the large tent that he called home while also serving as a learning environment. He has been teaching and caring for all of the tribe?s young children for quite some time. He was assigned this spot due to his condition. At least the tribe would call it a condition, whereas he called it a decision.\n\nHe was tuskless. Losing your tusks was a sign of weakness and the most severe punishment a male boar in his tribe could receive; you lost the right to hunt and fight. In addition to everything else a tribe member was allowed and entitled to do. He didn?t really care. From a young age, he knew this was his place. When his tusks became long enough, he did the unthinkable and pulled them. It was a painful task that made him an outcast among the male members of his tribe.\n\nHowever, he was not thought to be strange or unusual. Actually, Tuskless played a significant role. While males hunt and fight, females collect and take care of other creative tasks such as tent construction and clothing production. Tuskless cared for the children, taught them what was important, and explained the rules and important positions that each of them held.\n\nAk?tar enjoyed that spot in his tribe, even though it was a little lonely. Regardless of the families they formed, men, women, and the tuskless all had their own social groups. The distinction was that both men and women could marry and have children. Tuskless can only interact with other Tuskless.\n\nIt didn?t matter to him; seeing those children mature into respectable men and women was all he needed. At least that was what he told himself.\n\nThe day of the Rite was particularly lonely. Of course, there were no classes because it was a celebration after all. Every man, woman, and child is waiting to see the new adults emerge from their ritual tents. He remembered how excited he had been when he still had his tusks. A memory he cherishes even today.\n\nHe was deep in thought while cleaning his place, and he had no idea he was no longer alone. Only a deep cough prompted him to look up and towards the source of the sound. He had no idea who to expect, but he did not expect Rak?hal of all people.\n\n\"What are you doing...\" Ak?tar?s words became stuck in his throat when he noticed something. He couldn?t believe what he saw. He rubbed his eyes, unable to process the information as anything other than a dream.\n\nRak?hal said nothing as he approached. His hand reached out for Ak?tar?s. Only to put something in it.\n\nHe looked at his own hand, still shocked and confused, and it didn?t take long for him to realise what it was. That was a tusk. Not just any tusk, either. It was Rak?hal?s tusk. The pattern and symbols were stunning; he had never seen anything like it before. Ak?tar?s heart started beating faster and faster. It had a hole at the base through which a fine and soft leather string was pushed, forming a necklace of some kind. He understood what it meant, but he couldn?t believe it.\n\nI missed you. Since you decided to go tuskless.\" These were the first words Rak?hal spoke. His deep voice sounded soft, warm, and affectionate. \"That day, I was impressed by your courage while also feeling sad. Because you went somewhere I couldn?t follow, at least at the time.\"\n\nAk?tar looked at the other boar directly in front of him, as if those words had finally woken him up from his shock. \"You cannot do that, Rak! Everyone already sees you as the next clan head!\"\n\nRak?hal can only chuckle at this. It was a warm, deep, and honest laugh that Ak?tar hadn?t heard of him in ages. Even though they couldn?t interact anymore because he chose to became tuskless, he still saw him on a daily basis; he can?t remember ever seeing him so much as smile.\n\n``Too late for that, isn't it? It?s not like I can put them back on.\" He moved his hand to his lip and pulled it down, demonstrating that he did not simply cut the tusk off; he pulled them out completely. His tusk will not grow back - something that could happen if a tusk breaks off in battle or during a hunting accident.\n\n\"Your father must be furious.\" Ak?tar almost whispered as it became clear in his mind what it all meant.\n\n\"Maybe, but you are aware that no adult or young adult can interact with Tuskless. So they can't influence them in the way they are raising the children. Besides, you understand what this means.\" He pointed to the tusk in Ak?tar?s hand. He then showed the one around his neck. As it dawned on him, a blush spread across his cheeks.\n\nThis was a ritual on its own. Tuskless were rare in tribes, so few people knew about it. He didn?t even consider keeping his because he never expected a second one to appear. But this was a promise to be together no matter what. Rak?hal moved closer again. His hands were moving around Ak?tar?s hips, and a playful smile was on his lips. Ak?tar recognised this smile, which he had seen many times when they were both children and still allowed to be friends. They spend every moment together. In this moment it felt like, even after so much time apart, as if they had never been separated. \n\n \n\n\"I?ve missed you. I missed you so damn much. I thought I?d prove myself as a clan leader so I could change those stupid rules and be with you again. But the ritual made me realise that I didn?t want that; I wanted to be with you on the path you chose.\" \n\n\"I...\" Ak?tar was unable to respond as Rak?hal?s lips pressed against his. His eyes flutter closed as he sinks into the kiss. Feeling those strong arms around his midsection, drawing him in. There was always one regret in his decision: not having Rak?har by his side. And now he was back on his own accord. His heart pounded against his chest faster and faster as the kiss deepened. Both tilted their heads as the kiss became more passionate and affectionate with each passing moment. Ak?tar wrapped his arms around Rak?Har?s strong neck. This new tuskless will be his partner for life and it is no other than the one person he always wanted on his side. He couldn?t tell how long the kiss lasted, only that it came to an end, leaving him gasping for air as if he had forgotten to breathe for several minutes.\n\n\"Kissing is more fun without tusks in the way.\" Rak?har smirks as he looks at Ak?tar.\n\nAk?tar?s only response was a laugh, which gradually developed into an adorable giggle. He never considered that advantage or had any reason to in the first place.\n\nAs he was about to respond, he was interrupted by another kiss, sending shivers down his spine as he allowed Rak?har to gain more control. While still in a deep kiss, he let out soft moans and adorable grunts. He had no idea how much he missed feeling a gentle touch, even if it was far more intimate than anything he had ever experienced in his life before.\n\n\"God, you are so adorable - the sounds you make, the expression you give me, and the soft feel of your body on my fingers. I?ve never felt so aroused before.\" Rak?har continued his display of affection by kissing Ak?tar?s neck, nibbling and sucking along his skin. His hands keep fondling that big, soft butt of his.\n\n\"Shut...up..\" Ak?tar?s face was flushed from all the attention he was receiving: touch, words, and kisses. His whole body was overstimulated by this onslaught of affection.\n\n\"You want me to stop?\" Rak?har immediately stops all of his actions when he hears those words from his friend, or, more accurately, partner, from now on.\n\n``Don't stop... Just let us go to the back, where I live. I do not want anyone to walk on us.\" Before he could say much more, he felt those strong hands glide along his body, effortlessly lifting him up. He let out a soft surprise sound that made Rak?har chuckle. He doesn?t say anything as he carries him to the back and sets him down on his bed.\n\nAk?tar was breathing heavily, visibly aroused through his loincloth. He tried to calm himself down, only to yelp in surprise when he felt a nuzzle along his crotch. \"What are you doing?!\"\n\n\"I?m expecting the goods... You smell so good~''\n\nAk?tar could not respond. His eyes were fixed on his childhood friend. Watching him peel the loincloth of him. His member slipped free without difficulty, causing him to cover his face in embarrassment, followed by a moan as he felt Rak?har?s wet tongue run along his shaft.\n\nHe twitched as the wet warmth of Rak?har?s muzzle enveloped his member. The tongue glided effortlessly along his tip. Hitting all the right places. As if he had done it numerous times before. \"Oh.. fuck..\"\n\nHis breathing only got faster as he felt the head move, bombarded by the suckling sensation of Rak'har's muzzle. His legs twitched, and his toes curled. It had been a long time since he had done anything like that, and now he was met with such intense pleasure out of nowhere. He could feel himself getting close very fast.\n\nAnd he wasn?t the only one to notice. Rak?har?s mouth was filling up with pre, letting him know how close Ak?tar was. The flavour was sweet and delicious, with a subtle hint of salt.\n\n\"Rak....I am getting close...\" Ak'tar was getting ready for his orgasm to hit when he was confronted with a completely different sensation. As his member was released from that amazing muzzle, he felt the cold, fresh air along his wet member. Out of breath and so close to his own orgasm, his brain took a moment to register what was going on when he opened his eyes. \"Why did you sto...\" The words got stuck in his throat as he saw the sight in front of him.\n\nRak?har had climbed onto the bed completely naked. His own cock was hard and throbbing violently. It was glistering in the dim light from all the pre, it was gushing out. However, that was not the most breathtaking aspect of what Ak?tar witnessed. The other boar was positioned above him. directing Ak?tar?s cock to his own hole. \"What are you...ohhhhh gods.\"\n\nAk?tar throws his head back, feeling Rak?har?s warm velvet tunnel wrap around him. Rak?har never stopped, pushing down at a slow, steady pace until everything was deep inside him.\n\n\"You feel great... I can feel you throbbing inside me. It?s so strong...\" He didn?t hesitate to begin moving up and down, riding his childhood friend at a steady pace.\n\nAk?tar was ecstatic, feeling the tight tunnel wrap around his cock. Rak?har rode him with such passion. Hearing his moans as the cock inside him gave him pleasure. Ak?tar?s hands reached out slowly, taking hold of the other boar?s hips and running his fingers along his strong sides. His focus was on the large cock bouncing in front of him with each new repetition of movement.\n\nHe never imagined that this day would turn out like that. He expected it to be rather boring. Now he was lying on his bed, and his childhood friend, whom he hadn?t seen or spoken to in years, was riding him, giving him the most pleasure he?d ever had. Not only that, but he?ll be back in his life, closer than ever before.\n\nHe tightened his grip on Rak?har?s hip as he began thrusting up into that delicious butt, eliciting the most adorable moan from his childhood friend for the first time, only spurring him on to keep going.\n\n\"Yeah, like that, give it to me...\"\n\nAk?tar couldn?t believe how many emotions were coursing through his body, along with the intense pleasure that was causing his legs to go numb at this point. He wasn't even sure how he hadn't cum yet. As if the question in his head wasn?t enough, Rak?har let out a grunt.\n\n\"Fuck..\"\n\nWith awe, he watches that cock shoot rope after rope of hot cum, covering his belly and even hitting him all the way to his chin. And it did not appear to want to stop. With one shaky final thrust, Ak?tar adds his own grunt to the mix, finally crossing the threshold and filling Rak?har with his own hot seed.\n\n\"Oh Gods... yes.\" \n\nWith wide-open eyes, he can only see how Rak?har?s orgasm grew stronger the moment he felt himself being filled up, causing his own orgasm to reach new heights.\n\nNeither of them knew how long their orgasms were going; time and space were no longer important. At some point, they both end up laying in each other?s arms, breathing heavily and enjoying the afterglow. They looked deep into each other?s eyes, their chests moving quickly due to their rapid breathing. No words were needed as they exchanged another deep kiss. Fully enjoying each other?s embrace and company.\n\nThey found their place. This is where they belonged, and they could not be happier. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Rite of Age

 

It was that time of the year again. Many young men had been waiting for this chance for a long time, or so it seemed. The ritual of finally being recognised as a fully grown adult male. Every year, the boar tribe, also known as the Warhogs, prepared a Rite. Everyone looked forward to the celebration, which included music, good food, drinks, and an overall good time.

But, as much as it was a recurring event, this year was unique. Everyone waits in silence and with a hidden breath because this is something special. The Clanhead?s son planned to attempt the Rite. He was viewed as the one who would eventually take over the clan, and everyone expected the best from him. And he did not disappoint.

Even though he was not officially an adult, he had participated in hunts, clan clashes, and other activities reserved for the clan?s men. And he was outsmarting everyone. Not only did he have a knack for tactics, but his strength, courage, and overall fearlessness had already earned him a place in the clan, which everyone respected. So it was no surprise that everyone expected great things from him.

Rak?hal was in one of the numerous small tents that had been prepared. They were decorated with a variety of items that represented luck and strength. Patterns around the outside were perfectly stitched into the fabric to request the gods? assistance. All of this was familiar to the young adult, who had seen it numerous times as a child. He had always wanted to be in one of those tents, and now it was finally time.

He only had different rasping and cutting tools. The Rite of Adulthood was as simple as it could get, at least in words. Use all of the tools at your disposal to create patterns in your own tusks. The deeper the pattern, the more of your tusks were covered in pattern, and the finer and more delicate the patterns were, the more respect you would receive as an adult. The deeper you cut, the more painful it will be, and as you get closer to the root of your tusk, the more sensitive it will become. However, you cannot draw blood. It was something everyone had to discover for themselves. Every young adult must weigh the risks that different approaches will present. All while under the light of a torch and with only a bowl of water that functions as a mirror.

Rak?hal proceeded with his work without hesitation; he knew exactly what patterns he wanted, which he had been considering for many years. His work was completed in total silence. Nothing could break him out of his concentration. The boar was getting into the zone, losing all sense of time.

He?s not sure how long he?s been working on his pattern. Being as careful as possible to ensure that they turn out perfectly. The more delicate motifs adorned his tusks, the more he felt like losing himself. A sensation he did not expect.

Every line, added symbol, and mark with a different meaning made him feel like he was watching the process rather than participating. As if a second person is observing what is going on. The deeper he went, the more he demonstrated his strength, willingness to endure pain, and steady hand in the face of anguish, and the person in the silent layer of water transformed into someone else. Only when his hands stopped moving did he feel like himself again.

A look at the reflection filled him with pride as well as an undefined sense of emptiness. Questions piled up in his head, each one more confusing than the last.

Swallowing the thoughts down, as he had so many times before, he finally stood up and stretched. His strong muscles moved under his pale brown fur, his typical musclegut flexing the strong muscles of his core. It was time to exit the tent.

He walked slowly to the entrance, opened it, and saw others his age being congratulated for their accomplishments, some with more excitement than others, telling him how far they had come in their own rites. But all fell silent when Rak?hal was noticed standing at the open entrance to his tent. Many people smiled as they noticed how deep and delicate his patterns were, almost all the way to the root of his tusks, starting from the tip. There was no missing spot. He could see his father?s eyes shining with pride, which should have made him feel proud as well.

All he felt was an ice-cold shower that chilled him to his core. His gaze moved over each one of them. The entire tribe was present - well, almost everyone. His heart felt like it had stopped for a second.

He knew what he needed to do. He closed the tent again, not realising how surprised many people were. Normally, once someone stepped out of the tent, the ritual was over; returning was a sign of weakness, but Rak?hal never left. Many people became confused and began whispering to one another. Mostly because there was no way to make his tusks look any more impressive.

Rak?hal quickly returned. It only took a split second for the entire tribe to let out an audible gasp as they noticed what he did.

____

Ak?tar was in his usual position. Cleaning out the large tent that he called home while also serving as a learning environment. He has been teaching and caring for all of the tribe?s young children for quite some time. He was assigned this spot due to his condition. At least the tribe would call it a condition, whereas he called it a decision.

He was tuskless. Losing your tusks was a sign of weakness and the most severe punishment a male boar in his tribe could receive; you lost the right to hunt and fight. In addition to everything else a tribe member was allowed and entitled to do. He didn?t really care. From a young age, he knew this was his place. When his tusks became long enough, he did the unthinkable and pulled them. It was a painful task that made him an outcast among the male members of his tribe.

However, he was not thought to be strange or unusual. Actually, Tuskless played a significant role. While males hunt and fight, females collect and take care of other creative tasks such as tent construction and clothing production. Tuskless cared for the children, taught them what was important, and explained the rules and important positions that each of them held.

Ak?tar enjoyed that spot in his tribe, even though it was a little lonely. Regardless of the families they formed, men, women, and the tuskless all had their own social groups. The distinction was that both men and women could marry and have children. Tuskless can only interact with other Tuskless.

It didn?t matter to him; seeing those children mature into respectable men and women was all he needed. At least that was what he told himself.

The day of the Rite was particularly lonely. Of course, there were no classes because it was a celebration after all. Every man, woman, and child is waiting to see the new adults emerge from their ritual tents. He remembered how excited he had been when he still had his tusks. A memory he cherishes even today.

He was deep in thought while cleaning his place, and he had no idea he was no longer alone. Only a deep cough prompted him to look up and towards the source of the sound. He had no idea who to expect, but he did not expect Rak?hal of all people.

"What are you doing..." Ak?tar?s words became stuck in his throat when he noticed something. He couldn?t believe what he saw. He rubbed his eyes, unable to process the information as anything other than a dream.

Rak?hal said nothing as he approached. His hand reached out for Ak?tar?s. Only to put something in it.

He looked at his own hand, still shocked and confused, and it didn?t take long for him to realise what it was. That was a tusk. Not just any tusk, either. It was Rak?hal?s tusk. The pattern and symbols were stunning; he had never seen anything like it before. Ak?tar?s heart started beating faster and faster. It had a hole at the base through which a fine and soft leather string was pushed, forming a necklace of some kind. He understood what it meant, but he couldn?t believe it.

I missed you. Since you decided to go tuskless." These were the first words Rak?hal spoke. His deep voice sounded soft, warm, and affectionate. "That day, I was impressed by your courage while also feeling sad. Because you went somewhere I couldn?t follow, at least at the time."

Ak?tar looked at the other boar directly in front of him, as if those words had finally woken him up from his shock. "You cannot do that, Rak! Everyone already sees you as the next clan head!"

Rak?hal can only chuckle at this. It was a warm, deep, and honest laugh that Ak?tar hadn?t heard of him in ages. Even though they couldn?t interact anymore because he chose to became tuskless, he still saw him on a daily basis; he can?t remember ever seeing him so much as smile.

``Too late for that, isn't it? It?s not like I can put them back on." He moved his hand to his lip and pulled it down, demonstrating that he did not simply cut the tusk off; he pulled them out completely. His tusk will not grow back - something that could happen if a tusk breaks off in battle or during a hunting accident.

"Your father must be furious." Ak?tar almost whispered as it became clear in his mind what it all meant.

"Maybe, but you are aware that no adult or young adult can interact with Tuskless. So they can't influence them in the way they are raising the children. Besides, you understand what this means." He pointed to the tusk in Ak?tar?s hand. He then showed the one around his neck. As it dawned on him, a blush spread across his cheeks.

This was a ritual on its own. Tuskless were rare in tribes, so few people knew about it. He didn?t even consider keeping his because he never expected a second one to appear. But this was a promise to be together no matter what. Rak?hal moved closer again. His hands were moving around Ak?tar?s hips, and a playful smile was on his lips. Ak?tar recognised this smile, which he had seen many times when they were both children and still allowed to be friends. They spend every moment together. In this moment it felt like, even after so much time apart, as if they had never been separated.

 

"I?ve missed you. I missed you so damn much. I thought I?d prove myself as a clan leader so I could change those stupid rules and be with you again. But the ritual made me realise that I didn?t want that; I wanted to be with you on the path you chose."

"I..." Ak?tar was unable to respond as Rak?hal?s lips pressed against his. His eyes flutter closed as he sinks into the kiss. Feeling those strong arms around his midsection, drawing him in. There was always one regret in his decision: not having Rak?har by his side. And now he was back on his own accord. His heart pounded against his chest faster and faster as the kiss deepened. Both tilted their heads as the kiss became more passionate and affectionate with each passing moment. Ak?tar wrapped his arms around Rak?Har?s strong neck. This new tuskless will be his partner for life and it is no other than the one person he always wanted on his side. He couldn?t tell how long the kiss lasted, only that it came to an end, leaving him gasping for air as if he had forgotten to breathe for several minutes.

"Kissing is more fun without tusks in the way." Rak?har smirks as he looks at Ak?tar.

Ak?tar?s only response was a laugh, which gradually developed into an adorable giggle. He never considered that advantage or had any reason to in the first place.

As he was about to respond, he was interrupted by another kiss, sending shivers down his spine as he allowed Rak?har to gain more control. While still in a deep kiss, he let out soft moans and adorable grunts. He had no idea how much he missed feeling a gentle touch, even if it was far more intimate than anything he had ever experienced in his life before.

"God, you are so adorable - the sounds you make, the expression you give me, and the soft feel of your body on my fingers. I?ve never felt so aroused before." Rak?har continued his display of affection by kissing Ak?tar?s neck, nibbling and sucking along his skin. His hands keep fondling that big, soft butt of his.

"Shut...up.." Ak?tar?s face was flushed from all the attention he was receiving: touch, words, and kisses. His whole body was overstimulated by this onslaught of affection.

"You want me to stop?" Rak?har immediately stops all of his actions when he hears those words from his friend, or, more accurately, partner, from now on.

``Don't stop... Just let us go to the back, where I live. I do not want anyone to walk on us." Before he could say much more, he felt those strong hands glide along his body, effortlessly lifting him up. He let out a soft surprise sound that made Rak?har chuckle. He doesn?t say anything as he carries him to the back and sets him down on his bed.

Ak?tar was breathing heavily, visibly aroused through his loincloth. He tried to calm himself down, only to yelp in surprise when he felt a nuzzle along his crotch. "What are you doing?!"

"I?m expecting the goods... You smell so good~''

Ak?tar could not respond. His eyes were fixed on his childhood friend. Watching him peel the loincloth of him. His member slipped free without difficulty, causing him to cover his face in embarrassment, followed by a moan as he felt Rak?har?s wet tongue run along his shaft.

He twitched as the wet warmth of Rak?har?s muzzle enveloped his member. The tongue glided effortlessly along his tip. Hitting all the right places. As if he had done it numerous times before. "Oh.. fuck.."

His breathing only got faster as he felt the head move, bombarded by the suckling sensation of Rak'har's muzzle. His legs twitched, and his toes curled. It had been a long time since he had done anything like that, and now he was met with such intense pleasure out of nowhere. He could feel himself getting close very fast.

And he wasn?t the only one to notice. Rak?har?s mouth was filling up with pre, letting him know how close Ak?tar was. The flavour was sweet and delicious, with a subtle hint of salt.

"Rak....I am getting close..." Ak'tar was getting ready for his orgasm to hit when he was confronted with a completely different sensation. As his member was released from that amazing muzzle, he felt the cold, fresh air along his wet member. Out of breath and so close to his own orgasm, his brain took a moment to register what was going on when he opened his eyes. "Why did you sto..." The words got stuck in his throat as he saw the sight in front of him.

Rak?har had climbed onto the bed completely naked. His own cock was hard and throbbing violently. It was glistering in the dim light from all the pre, it was gushing out. However, that was not the most breathtaking aspect of what Ak?tar witnessed. The other boar was positioned above him. directing Ak?tar?s cock to his own hole. "What are you...ohhhhh gods."

Ak?tar throws his head back, feeling Rak?har?s warm velvet tunnel wrap around him. Rak?har never stopped, pushing down at a slow, steady pace until everything was deep inside him.

"You feel great... I can feel you throbbing inside me. It?s so strong..." He didn?t hesitate to begin moving up and down, riding his childhood friend at a steady pace.

Ak?tar was ecstatic, feeling the tight tunnel wrap around his cock. Rak?har rode him with such passion. Hearing his moans as the cock inside him gave him pleasure. Ak?tar?s hands reached out slowly, taking hold of the other boar?s hips and running his fingers along his strong sides. His focus was on the large cock bouncing in front of him with each new repetition of movement.

He never imagined that this day would turn out like that. He expected it to be rather boring. Now he was lying on his bed, and his childhood friend, whom he hadn?t seen or spoken to in years, was riding him, giving him the most pleasure he?d ever had. Not only that, but he?ll be back in his life, closer than ever before.

He tightened his grip on Rak?har?s hip as he began thrusting up into that delicious butt, eliciting the most adorable moan from his childhood friend for the first time, only spurring him on to keep going.

"Yeah, like that, give it to me..."

Ak?tar couldn?t believe how many emotions were coursing through his body, along with the intense pleasure that was causing his legs to go numb at this point. He wasn't even sure how he hadn't cum yet. As if the question in his head wasn?t enough, Rak?har let out a grunt.

"Fuck.."

With awe, he watches that cock shoot rope after rope of hot cum, covering his belly and even hitting him all the way to his chin. And it did not appear to want to stop. With one shaky final thrust, Ak?tar adds his own grunt to the mix, finally crossing the threshold and filling Rak?har with his own hot seed.

"Oh Gods... yes."

With wide-open eyes, he can only see how Rak?har?s orgasm grew stronger the moment he felt himself being filled up, causing his own orgasm to reach new heights.

Neither of them knew how long their orgasms were going; time and space were no longer important. At some point, they both end up laying in each other?s arms, breathing heavily and enjoying the afterglow. They looked deep into each other?s eyes, their chests moving quickly due to their rapid breathing. No words were needed as they exchanged another deep kiss. Fully enjoying each other?s embrace and company.

They found their place. This is where they belonged, and they could not be happier.

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