Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2004 18:03:14 +0000
From: JC <little_demon203@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tales of middle earth: chapter four

Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings and Middle Earth are the property of JRR
Tolkein and New Line Cinema, and I have no connection with either.
None of the characters described here are meant to besmirch the original and
much loved characters of Lord of the Rings, or imply anything about the
actors who played them in the movie trilogy.
If you are too young, or don't like gay stories, PLEASE GO ELSEWHERE, or
I'll get in trouble.
These stories contain scenes of gay sex without condoms or protection,
because it doesn't seem likely that condoms would exist in Middle Earth, or
STDs for that matter - don't try and copy these fictional characters -
always wear a condom during sex; the experience isn't worth the risk

Author's Notes: I'm not going to bitch about the lack of Email I've been
getting, back suffice to say I'd like more, going as far as I wish everybody
who reads this would send me a message with their opinions.
Secondly, I'm sorry for the lateness, shortness and rubbish planning of this
story, since it is meant to be just an establishing chapter, but I ended up
having to literally wrench it from my mind, and the result wasn't quite what
I'd hoped for, and I will try my best to make sure the next chapter is more
satisfactory.


Tales of Middle Earth
The Deep Breath Before the Plunge
Chapter Four

The sun was rising over the Lonely Mountain, to the east of Mirkwood the
next day, but it was still quite cold. But despite the cold, one or two
Dwarves sat on one of several ledges of rock that overlooked the land to the
south, the Long Lake, Mirkwood and the Misty Mountains gracing the horizon.
Gimli sat alone, away from the few other Dwarves, smoking his pipe in a
relaxed sort of fashion, just staring into the distance. There wasn't
anything there he hadn't seen before, but he wasn't really looking at the
view.
Gimli wasn't lonely, or horny, or even particularly bored. It was just good
to be able to sit and stare at nothing for a while, and it gave a break from
the noise and heat of the inside of the mountain. Despite the warrior-like
appearance they might display to the outside world, armour wearing, axe
wielding soldiers, most Dwarves were still miners at heart, and Gimli was no
different, not having worn his Dwarf armour for almost a year, he worked as
a metal smith in the mines below, working in roaring heat of furnaces and
molten or heated metal for swords, armour, or just plain decoration. While
he might still be a bit overweight, the work he did had gifted Gimli with
broad shoulders, muscular chest and a solid (yet still round) belly. With
his beard and generous body hair, Gimli enjoyed looking at himself in the
mirror everyday, running his fingers through the thick fur on his chest,
down to his belly, and then into the thick bush of his pubic hair, and then
stroke his hard manhood until he came, roaring and swearing. He didn't
really care if other Dwarves heard him at his games, since he could quite
often hear others doing the same thing in the morning, in the short spaces
of time when he himself was not waking up the mountain with his thunderous
orgasmic bellowing. On the ledge, now clad in simple leather garbs, which
covered a thin scale shirt to protect him from the heat of the furnaces,
Gimli chuckled to himself and stroked his impressive beard at the thought of
other Dwarves beating off before the days work, but he had never been really
sexually interested in anyone else but himself. And he had ways of dealing
with that...
Gimli came down off his rock after an hour or two of being alone. It was
getting a bit colder as the afternoon wore on, and the view was getting
boring once more.
On the steps down to the main brazier chambers, Gimli heard a very strange
sound, like all the bellows in Moria were working full speed with punctures.
He stopped to listen. It sounded almost like groaning. He shrugged and
continued down the stairs.
What greeted him at the bottom was a sight that would shock even the folk of
Angmar. He was standing on a walled balcony overlooking the halls, and the
whole floor was just a seething mass of bodies, all naked, all sweating, and
all male.
Gimli just stood in shock, and then ducked down below the balcony wall,
praying that nobody had seen him. Then, gathering courage, he got onto his
knees and looked over. He didn't realise it, but his large cock was slowly
swelling in his breeches.

The sight Gimli now saw below was the result of the horny nature of the
chief brazier, Doin, who had been caught taking a blowjob from another
Dwarf, and it had started from there, with several others joining in, and
eventually spreading throughout the whole hall.
Gimli, despite his routine jerk-off sessions, was very private about sex,
and it would never have occurred to him to join in the orgy below, but he
could watch.
Slowly, he began to fondle himself, stroking his manhood through the leather
of his trousers, getting himself harder and harder. He focused on one
segment of the action below, where five Dwarves, two of them wearing new
armour, were entangled in a frenzy of fucking and sucking among other
things. The hidden Dwarf finally released his huge cock from his breeches,
and began to stroke the 9 inch long rod gently, his large hands just able to
hold the 3 inch width in his palm.
He began to beat off, faster and faster, watching some Dwarves he had known
for years fuck each other's muscular, hairy butts with their massive cocks.
Many of the Dwarves were hugely muscular with potbellies, and some were
covered with hair all over, as Gimli was, their impressive manhood emerging
from thick bushes of hair between their legs. Staring fixedly at several
hundred of these horny Dwarves got Gimli so hard that every vein on his cock
stood out like cords, and his hands were working so fast, rolling down his
foreskin so that the huge pink cockhead was bared, that he barely felt them.
Eventually, he got so horny, that he decided that he needed to cum and fast
before his balls exploded. The Dwarf rolled his breeched down around his
ankles and sat bare-arsed on the stone floor, both his legs spread wide, his
cock pointing diagonally upwards, bouncing gently, his large egg-sized balls
brushing the ground. He then leaned forwards and easily took the head of his
cock into his mouth and began to suck, feeling the vertebra in his spine
loosening as they always did, so used they were to this act. As his back got
looser, Gimli managed to get a whole eight inches of his cock down his
throat, his nose rubbing his balls. He eventually felt the sensation that
all men crave but many dread, the feeling of orgasm, meaning that the
experience was about to end. Sure enough, a few seconds later, he felt his
balls release a huge volley of spunk into his mouth, and then another and
another. He shot eight thick generous loads into his own mouth before they
began to die down, and made twelve in all before he ran out.
A solitary Dwarf guard on the opposite side of the hall, higher up than the
balcony on which Gimli sat, saw the whole show, and found himself beating on
his own large cock, as he watched his fellow miner blow several loads down
his own gullet. He smiled to himself. This looked like fun. He recognised
Gimli as he stood up, and with one last look below, departed through the
gateway to the brazier hall. He would be sure to remember this...

Gimli didn't feel shame or guilt, since these were emotions he very rarely
dealt with. He knew that he had enjoyed watching a huge crowd of Dwarves
fuck each other, and he wasn't going to deny it. It was just an odd
experience that required some thought.
The orgy went on for several more hours, until eventually, they all tired,
many from physical exhaustion, most from sheer lack of spunk to go on.
Gimli thought about what he had seen for several more days, and each day he
found himself getting more and more curious, and eager...

To be continued...

Some guy's who've emailed me have expressed regret that more doesn't happen
in these chapters, like Aragorn not joining in with the orgy between the men
and Legolas, or the story of Eomer and Kian not progressing further.
Remember, the bit at the end always has 'to be continued...' written, and it
will be (especially with Eomer because I like that one!).
See ya next chapter!
JC