Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 22:20:11 -0500
From: hcourtenay@yahoo.com
Subject: Balo The Dwarf Part 3 (sci-fi fant and urination)

Standard disclaimer:
	This is a work of fiction. It is intended only for adults. This is
an adult piece of erotic fantasy involving the fantasy characters of
Dwarves, Minotaurs, Elves, and Humans. If you do not wish to read explicit
sexual material or are under the age of 18, do not read this.  If you do
not object to material that involves men with men, fantasy 'bestiality',
water sports and domination, than this is for you... other wise go away!

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Balo The Dwarf - Part 3
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	Bottelo then squatted back over Balo, penetrating himself on Balo's
erection and quickly slid to the base of Balo's cock. Balo never saw a
grimace or hesitation. Bottelo used his anus to massage Balo's cock until
it erupted in it's own blinding orgasm. With his anus still full of Balo's
cock, he lay himself over Balo and the pair dozed and slept for a while.


VII.

	Bottelo felt his doze interrupted by a warmth spraying under
him. Balo's fleshy soft cock was spraying it's fill of piss between
them. Bottelo moved his lips to the fleshy foreskin that covered the tip
and bit down on it to close the opening. He let the loose skin around
Balo's thick cockhead fill with urine like a balloon and then let it go
over his face and into his mouth.
	In comparison to Balo, Bottelo's cock was smaller. As a Halfling,
it was characteristically thin and about 6 inches long. That wasn't bad
considering the size of a Halfling being only about 3 feet tall, but it was
somewhat slight next to thick tube of flesh that hung between Balo's
thighs. Bottelo knew some Dwarves to have extremely large cocks and heavy
weighty balls. He wasn't surprised to see Balo's cock be fatter than his
hand could grasp. With Dwarves often having odd sized limbs - overly long
arms or very short legs - often the males were blessed with big cocks
covered with thick foreskin that was often pierced.  Sometimes there was
enough foreskins that they could actually draw it to their own lips to suck
and chew on. Under those big cocks often hung a long scrotum. Some were so
long and heavy that they would drag upon the ground as the Dwarf squatted
or knelt. Of course, Dwarves could also have very small genitals in the
same way they could wind up with very short hands and fingers.
	Bottelo had not been with too many Dwarves. They were often
reclusive and they were often fanatical about their devotion to prosperous
families. Halflings didn't really care if one was partial to mating with
one of their own sex, but it wasn't really talked about aside from the
usual gossip about this one's eccentricities and that ones close male
friends. Often they are seen as the wise and witty eccentrics that throw
the best parties in the most exclusive of holes in the village.
	Bottelo had more of an urge to adventure than to be the
pontificator of a grand hole in the ground. The taking of his tribe by
slavers sealed his fate as he fled to the west. Not far from his home was
the coast and with that came ships and fighting men and adventure. This is
what he had always longed for. A chance to sail with all types of men and
see new places and people. He knew that his desire to explore was as sexual
as it was adventurous and so chose a group of sailors that were as diverse
as his tastes were.
	He hired on with a group of mercenaries under the flag of Captain
Every. The rarely seen scourge of the Human Stockade coastline was a sworn
enemy of the northern empires as well as the Brotherhood. The good Captain
Every left the public eye when war was announced against the Brotherhood to
drive them out of the shipping lanes and to release their grip on the
coastal trade routes. Amazingly enough, the villagers opinion of Every's
men changed considerably when it was known that they were going to fight
the guild of thieves and assassins that had an iron grip and long reach on
trade through out most of the middle kingdoms.  Bottelo knew that they
really didn't have much of a chance and that most people wanted to see both
the Brotherhood and Every's pirates destroy themselves in an all out war.
So far Bottelo hadn't seen much battle with the Brotherhood's assassins,
but he had been able to obtain gold, jewels and magic, and had an
opportunity to see places from the Elves Grand Forest all the way to the
bottom of the continent and it's last outpost Junguro. He would very happy
if the occasional bar fight was all he ever saw of the Brotherhood.
	In each place he found a new companion to play with. Some have
disappeared or died and some remain that he visits regularly. Seiiwiin the
Elf far to the north was the first of Bottelo's real sexual encounters with
another male, and being an Elf who was not afraid to play and try new
things, Seiiwiin taught him many things. Seiiwiin penetrated his anus for
the first time which he would never forget. He also taught Bottelo his
first few tricks of magic.  Seiiwiin had a family and several
offspring. Bottelo has never been brought into their family circle, so few
outsiders are actually allowed into Elven social and family units, but
Seiiwiin did bring one of his sons, Feiiwiil to met Bottelo. He said that
Feiiwiil was the only one of his sons so inclined and together Bottelo and
Seiiwiin introduced the eager Feiiwiil to many forms of self pleasure and
coupling. Seiiwiin treated Feiiwiil as a child, but in reality he was at
least 50 years old. Bottelo found that often difficult to grasp as he was
considered an adult Halfling and was barely 30 himself.
	From the long lived Elves, Bottelo was fortunate to meet up with a
host of Humans and the rare Dwarf, the rarer still Gnomes and in the more
roguish of crossroads he was actually able to hook up with a 1/2 Ogre of
great sexual skill and rarest of all a 1/2Troll - 1/2Elf that was quite the
dashing heroic figure. The great ferocity and build of a troll coupled with
the finesse, sensibility and the magic of the Elves made for an incredible
combination. The flare of the small horns from his forehead, the great
teeth from his lantern jaw, the penetrating eyes and delicate hands as well
as a great musculature and intense penis and large scrotum made for one
heck of a sexual encounter. The Troll was a valiant fighter and attempting
to become a paladin in a secluded order. When next they sailed to the far
ends of the world, he would surely look for this great Troll once again.
	His last encounter before he met Balo was with a tall Human. They
met in a grove not far from where his boat was now docked. Under the stars
and moonlight, the Human fucked him with a nicely shaped 7 inch prick that
instantly penetrated him to the root. The Human didn't want to give or get
anything in return. He just wanted to fuck Bottelo's tight anus until he
jetted his large spurts of semen into his bowel. Bottelo bent over a log
and let the man have him. His rutting was long and loud. Bottelo spattered
his golden hued cum onto the forest floor as the man flooded his
backside. The Human marvelled at the length of Bottelo's orgasm.  Golden
sperm continuously splattered into the grass for several minutes. The man
retrieved his pants and left thanking Bottelo for a nice encounter. Bottelo
stripped the rest of his clothes off and swam in the clear cold water for a
short while before dressing.
	Bottelo helped Balo up and together they went below to get
something to eat. Balo stomach was really rolling at this point.
	"How did you get caught up with the Brotherhood, Balo?" Bottelo
said between mouthfuls of cheese and bread.
	"I'm not really sure. Seem's that the warrens I come from are in
alliance with the Brotherhood and when you start to step on their toes
everyone knows about it. We did a little petty thievery and we left when
the heat got too great. I think the last fight we had with the giants would
have put an end to everything. We left the territory to ply our trade
elsewhere.  I guess they just followed us."
	"Yes, the Brotherhood has a long memory. Often longer than their
reach." Bottelo returned.
	"The thing is, we don't give a fuck about them. Let them have their
little bullshit politics. We just wanted to have some fun. All we did was
fight and make some money. Me an Tagger beat all them fucks in the city. No
one thought we'd get along or be able to survive as a team. But we did! We
beat them all."
	"Yes, the reputation of the Dwarf and Minotaur team spread even
this far!" Bottelo laughed.
	"Damn straight. I'm just a country fool. I want to have some fun
and bust some heads.  Now I've lost everything." Balo pulled a deep swig of
his ale.
	"What do you want to do?"
	"Well, I know one thing," Balo said, "I don't want to go back home
and listen to all that 'I told you so' bullshit and then get stuck mining
ore for the rest of my life to make horse shoes or something."
	"Well, we can always use another man in our own brotherhood."
Bottelo offered.
	"The sea? That's no life for a Dwarf. Pounding a few heads with
your feet on the ground is the life of a Dwarf!" Balo said dismissively.
	"Well there is magic to counter the Dwarf's natural tendency to
sink like an anvil!"  Bottelo laughed. "And we could certainly fill your
pockets with coin!"
	Balo thought and ate for awhile. Then suddenly, he laughed
loudly. "Fuck. Why not?  What do I do?"
	"First, I'll take you to see Master Fredrickson. He's my group
leader if you will.  Then we'll outfit you with a spot of magic to keep you
a float and get you some proper gear."
	The pair set quietly eating and swigging ale.
	Balo looked up. "Bo? Do you think there's a big enough bastard of
Dwarf out there that would like me?" Balo said quietly.
	"What do you mean?" Bottelo looked seriously at him.
	"A bull Dwarf that could put up with me... you know... really like
me?" Balo asked.
	"Indeed." Bottelo said flatly. "There are - ones that will bring
you fulfilment the way you wish Tagger could have."
	"Okay. Good." Balo said and silently finished eating.

	VIII.

	Master Fredrickson turned out to be an astonishingly brutal
1/2Elf. He radiated an intensity with every word and movement. Balo even
doubted he'd want to tangle with this fellow. Amazingly the Master readily
accepted him. It seemed that he was ready to take anyone with a set
animosity against the Brotherhood. The fact that he could actually fight
and survive was a bonus.
	He was outfitted with handsome new clothes from a Dwarven clothier.
Bottelo took him to a specific shop and there the clothier openly admired
Balo's bold foreskin, "That's need a jewel if ever anything did!" He even
handled Balo as he fitted him into his new brown hide pants. Bottelo gave
him a knowing wink. His new white shirt was open down the front and fit
just right around the open shoulders. His hide boots were fit with a spot
for a dagger.
	Once at the weaponsmith's which was all business, he received a new
warhammer and some new knives. Oh the joy of being able to hand select his
weapons and make sure they were built strictly for him. He made sure the
hammer was just so, and that the runes of his name and tribe and the runes
of Every were in place just so. This was the most important. His weapons
and his fighting skills were his calling card.
	The magic shop was the longest and most tedious of the places they
visited. Here he was given a magic ring that would allow him to breathe and
swim like a fish in the water. He was also given bracers that would protect
him like armour, but keep him free from having to wear armour. His weapons
were also endowed with an extra bit of magical might as well. The time was
long in waiting for these things as they had to skirt around the natural
Dwarven tendency to make magic fail. Just holding a magic item in his hand
could cause the magic to vanish. Soon enough, they had all his trinkets
working and set upon his fingers and wrists.
	Balo found that he was actually happy. In the longest of hours
since his loss of Tagger and his companions, he really felt as if he
belonged to something and had a future. He spent the next several days
hiding and ducking throughout Talenheim with Bottelo as they fixed him up
to be a true member of Every's mob. He found out that not all of Every's
men were sea going pirates. No indeed, several of them were stationed
throughout the many coastal cities and acted as spies and bully boys. He
thought this might be a good goal for him after he got his feet and beard
wet working with Bottelo.
	The following day Bottelo gathered supplies and the day after that,
they sent off their final messages to Bottelo's crew mates. Their work
done, Bottelo led Balo through the twisty back-streets of Talenheim in an
effort to avoid being noticed by anyone that might be the eyes and ears of
the Brotherhood. Balo kept a wary glance about him hoping that he would be
able to get out of the city clean. So far they had very good luck. Bottelo
set a few shiny pebbles upon the ground at a particularly dark crossroads
between two warehouses. He said some of those confusing words and then
waved a hand over them. They all rolled back toward him in a lazy fashion.
	"What does that mean Bo?" Balo asked.
	"Well... I believe that any direction we take will inevitably have
a bit of danger about it, but nothing terribly perilous. The way the stones
just weakly rolled back to me indicates that there is no real danger beyond
what one might normally expect wandering through the lost alleys of old
warehouses." Bottelo looked about them as if testing the air.
	Balo looked down one pathway, "Which do you think is best?"
	Bottelo said, "We need to get to the hidden door two streets
over. The shortest distance is down the left hand path. If there is
something in our way, we just need to be prepared to take it out."
	Balo pulled out his warhammer and unsnapped the clasp on his
dagger. They quietly and quickly moved through the narrow streets. Bottelo
motioned to Balo to hold his position as he moved ahead. Balo slunk back
into the shadows and waited.
	Bottelo was just out of sight when a dark weight from above fell
just in front of Balo. Balo immediately crouched into a fighting stance
with his warhammer readied for action.  It was one of the Brotherhood. His
dark cloak was unmistakable.
	"Getting close to you is troublesome work little one with meddling
Bottelo in the way.  It's time for you suffer as your friends have."
	The dark man slid forward with a quick strike of his short
blade. Balo barely had time to parry. The blade glanced off the warhammer
sending a shower of sparks into the air as the magic of the two weapons
fought against each other. Balo made another feint and then surprised the
man by throwing his warhammer at the dark figure. It caught him just under
the jaw and knocked him backwards. This surprised Balo to see the man stay
upright. Without pause he continued his plan and leapt toward the taller
man. He forced him on over backward by jumping into the man's arms. He rode
the dark man down to the ground where he knocked out the man's wind with
his tremendous Dwarven mass.
	They fought briefly over the man's magical blade. Balo took several
cuts to his hands and forearms in order to wrest it away. The man below was
out of his wits watching this Dwarf take blows openly - flaying back his
skin and yet still not relenting! Once Balo managed to knock the blade to
the side, he looked down on the man pinned below him with a bloody grin and
bloody cheeks. The man blanched in fear looking at the Dwarven palms that
brutally gave him open shots to his head and shoulders leaving a sticky and
bloody hand print behind. Balo spit in his face. The dazed man looked
around him for any sign of help. He had obviously not expected much of a
fight from this Dwarf.
	Balo hitched himself further upon the shoulders of the man and
pulled the dark wrap from about the man's face. His bloody cheek ran red
and his nose puffed out little red bubbles. Balo continued to giggle at him
as he pulled open the wide front of his brown breaches. His erection was
huge and sprung out like a mallet. He grabbed it in his fist and pumped it
in lurid long strokes as it ran with clear fluid from the wide hole in the
head.  Then he spurted thick long streams of cum across the helpless man's
crying face. The force of the orgasm was incredible as he coated the man's
head in thick white Dwarven semen.
	When he finished, with his thick cock still bloated and laying on
the man's face he pulled out his jewelled dagger and reared his hand
back. Suddenly he felt it caught in another's grip. He turned back quickly
to find Bottelo staring at his giddy and bloody, sexually flushed face.
	"Don't kill him Balo. Set him free as a message. He is just a
useless Runner."
	Balo understood Bottelo and jumped to his feet and with his pants
still open, he let out a bellow and picked the man up by his robes and
slammed him into the ground several times before letting him loose. Bottelo
took Balo's arms into his hands and healed them as best he could with a few
minor spells. They departed the alleyways quickly dropping through a door
that led them to the dock of Bottelo's boat. They left almost immediately.

	Balo got a small taste of water travel as they left their station
at Talenheim.  Bottelo wanted to meet back up with his crew mates before
their next big assignment. They had just come from a nice heist of
Brotherhood black market Ivory that was destined for who knows what kind of
evil Necromancer or Dark Mage. They brokerd it off for quite a hefty sum
and split their shares up and headed off for their own vacations. Once
Bottelo had secured Balo as a part of Every's organization, he made sure
Balo could join up with his own crew. He liked this Dwarf and thought he'd
make a solid addition to the fighters they already had.
	When they arrived they were greeted by the Dwarf Olgin, the 1/2Elf
Yuiirtin and Balca another Halfling. Balo stood and watched as Bottelo
hugged them and greeted each in turn. He was glad he would become part of
that kind of association.
	Bottelo introduced Balo to each of his friends. "These are my mess
mates in the crew," he said.
	Balo greeted each in turn.
	Olgin turned to Balo, "You feel like a bit of sparring then?"
	"Take it easy on the lad, Olgin," Bottelo said, "he's not been here
even an hour."
	"I'd like a chance to work off some frustration." Balo said not
removing his gaze from Olgin's.
	"Oh suit yourself. I'll trust that Olgin will fix anything he
breaks?" Bottelo smiled and winked.
	Olgin pushed against Bottelo's shoulder, "Ah don't worry mother, I
wont bust him up too bad! har har!"
	He led Balo away into some wooded areas. He brought with him a pack
and his weapons.  Balo watched him as Olgin led him through the
thickets. He had a nice mien of rust coloured hair that led to a closely
cropped beard. He wore clothes very similar to Balo and he had a great
chest and great musculature. He was probably several years older than Balo
as well.
	Once they had arrived in a secluded spot Olgin asked, "What's your
sport son?"
	Balo cautiously said, "I like hand to hand the most."
	"Oh ho!" Olgin laughed. "My kind of Dwarf. Been awhile since I've
had a straight up wrestling event. Let's go!"
	Balo and Olgin circled and immediately launched at each other. Balo
realized this Dwarf was good. Good enough in fact that he was sure he could
learn a thing or two from him.  Balo was no slacker though and soon found a
few holes of his own to wiggle through. He noticed immediately when Olgin's
hand groped over his crotch looking for a hand hold. He returned the favour
when he could and found quite a package of thick Dwarven cock and meaty
balls. Balo's cock was achingly stiff. Eventually, Olgin caught Balo's
ankle in a brutal move and if he didn't end it, Olgin would break it. Balo
quickly let Olgin know he conceded. Olgin laughed loudly and offered a hand
up to Balo.
	"Son, that was good. I've not wrestled so hard in a long long
time. I think we could teach each other a thing or two!" Olgin laughed
again at Balo still bent over heaving in breathes of air.
	Olgin looked up at a branch in the trees above him. Balo gasped as
Olgin sprang up and grabbed it and hung from it. That was quite a leap!
	Olgin looked down at him, "I'm good son!" he said winking at Balo.
	Balo noticed the detailed work of his boots and he was sure there
must be a similar magical stichery sewn into Olgin's as there was in his
own. Balo kept watch on Olgin as Olgin reached down with one hand and
unclasped the front of his pants. They sagged down in front revealing the
thick hairy cock that Balo had just gotten a feel of. Olgin swung back and
forth letting his cock flop around. Suddenly it burst with a heavy stream
of piss that splattered on to the ground as Olgin roared mightily with
laughter. His spurting piss seemed to last forever. Olgin's cock finally
relented and he put one hand down to the fleshy foreskin and shook out the
last remaining drops of urine. Balo's eyes never left that thick tube.
	Olgin dropped to the ground and reclasped his pants. He pulled up
his backpack and motioned to Balo. Balo followed him to a beautiful lazy
stream. He encourage Balo to strip and join him for a bath. Balo didn't
hesitate. He was soon naked accept for his magic bracers and rings and sat
upon the bank letting his feet drink in the cool water. He watched Olgin
fiddle with his pack. His pants slung around his thighs in mid undress. He
watched Olgin's back side as Olgin dug things out of his bundle. He looked
at the dark rust coloured hair that ran up and down Olgin's butt crack and
Balo even sneaked a look at the dusky anus within. Soon Olgin stripped the
rest of the way and joined him.
	Olgin had a cloth and a bag of soaping powder with him. Balo
watched as he lathered up a handful with water from the stream. Olgin
prepared to bathe as Balo watched intently.  Suddenly Olgin pressed the
cloth to Balo's chest.
	Olgin held it there momentarily saying, "Let me help clean you up
after such a great fight."
	Balo stuttered quietly, "Okay."
	Olgin slid behind him and spread his legs scooting up close to
Balo's back. He wrapped his arms around Balo and continued his slow
bathing. Balo shuttered at the feel of these great Dwarven arms around
him. He could feel Olgin's beard against him as well as the thick rubbery
cock that wedged against his buttocks and lower back. Balo's nipples stood
out like rocky pebbles as the cool wet cloth and soap slid slowly about his
chest and belly. He could hear and feel Olgin's breathing near his neck and
face. He meticulously massaged and bathed over Balo's skin, up under his
arms and down to his fingers. He washed his hair and rubbed over his
tattooed head.
	Without hesitation he palmed over Balo's groin that was now at full
erection and leaking clear fluid. The heel of Olgin's hand pressed firmly
down the underside of Balo's shaft and then over his testicles. Olgin then
hugged Balo. Balo thought he would collapse completely as he felt Olgin's
strong Dwarven arms wrap so completely around him. Olgin held him tight and
drew his arms ever firmer about him. Together they sat and enjoyed the
other's skin and warmth and musk. This was the first time another Dwarf had
held him so. He lay his head back onto Olgin's shoulder and nuzzled into
his beard. Olgin's lips found his own and it startled Balo. He opened up
his mouth and felt Olgin's tongue probe inside. Soon he was sucking on
Olgin's thick tongue as Olgin pushed it into his mouth.
	After a while Olgin walked Balo into the clear water and finished
bathing him - their big Dwarven cocks swaying before them. He remembered
back to the times in the warren with Kai and Ren as Olgin washed him and
then fixed his hair. Balo returned the favour carefully undoing and
resetting the trinkets and rings in Olgin's hair and beard. He rubbed
through the hair covering his body and making sure it was as clean as he
could make it.
	He scratched through the hair along Olgin's puckered anus. As he
rinsed the water away, he leaned his mouth in to the muscled opening and
licked it before pushing his tongue as far inside as he could. Olgin moaned
loudly feeling Balo's tongue press into him. He stood up and led Balo back
to the grassy bank and lay on his back. His pulled his knees back with his
hands. His huge cock led back upon his belly oozing clear fluid into his
belly hair as his scrotum hung low enough that Balo had to push it back to
get at the anus below. Soon he was sucking at it and forcing his lips and
tongue as far into the opening as he could get them.
	He pulled away to Olgin's momentary disappointment and replaced his
tongue with his fingers. Olgin pulled his buttocks as far apart as he could
with his hands as Balo forced fingers from each hand into him. Balo pushed
Olgin's legs wider with one hand as he snaked the other completely into
Olgin's backside. He popped the heal of his hand through Olgin's rectum
with moan of joy from Olgin. Then after awhile he switched hands, churning
open Olgin's thick ass muscle.
	Balo then pulled his hand out and pressed his thick fleshy cock
into the eager opening. Olgin cried out, "Oh yeah, fuck that
butthole... yeah, Balo... you fuck me. I knew you'd fuck me good!"
	Balo slammed into him as far could and as hard as could. He felt
his testicles slap against Olgin's butt and lower back. He pulled at
Olgin's nipples almost pulling him up off the ground. He slapped at Olgin's
face and punched his chest and belly as he rode Olgin as hard as he
could. Olgin threw his head back and cried out as his cock burst over his
chest and face with huge streams of thick cum. It caught in his beard and
hair and Olgin licked it from his lips. Balo pulled out with a loud popping
sound and covered Olgin a second time with his own heavy cream.
	Olgin pulled Balo's thick pulsing member to his lips and sucked out
the last remaining cum. Balo held his head in place as he pissed out his
bladder into Olgin's mouth. Olgin sucked in as much of the spurting cock as
he could as he swallowed everything that Balo had to give him. Olgin
unloaded his own bit of piss against Balo's back. Balo pulled away and
immediately sucked down as much as he could get. When they were done, Olgin
pushed him over and they wrestled for a while before cleaning up once again
and going back.

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To be continued...
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