Backyard Heat

The late afternoon sun drenched Brak’s backyard in Ironvale, casting a golden sheen over the rough stone fence and the patchy grass dotted with wildflowers. The air hummed with the sizzle of meat on the grill, the smoky aroma of charring beef blending with the sharp tang of ale and the earthy scent of sun-warmed soil. Brak, a fat, stocky dwarf with a broad chest and a thick gut, stood at the grill, his black beard braided with iron rings, sweat beading on his deeply tanned, smooth skin that glistened with an oily, shiny finish, reflecting the sunlight like polished bronze. He wore only a stained canvas apron, the ties loosely knotted around his chubby waist, leaving his stocky legs and juicy, smooth ass bare to the warm breeze. His thick arms, lightly dusted with fine hair, flipped steaks with tongs, the fire crackling beneath the grate, while a dozen other dwarves laughed and clinked tankards nearby, their voices a boisterous rumble.

Brak’s thick, short penis, hidden beneath the apron, stirred against the coarse fabric, the grill’s heat and the party’s rowdy energy sparking a throb in his groin. “Fuckin’ fine spread,” he growled, his gravelly voice cutting through the chatter, tossing another slab of meat onto the flames, the juices hissing. The apron swayed, revealing glimpses of his plump, tanned ass cheeks, their smooth, oily surface shining, sweat accentuating their curves, catching the sun’s rays like a beacon.

Torf, a fat, stocky dwarf with a blond beard and a chubby gut, lounged on a wooden bench, his hairy chest bare under an open vest, sweat slicking his ruddy skin. His thick, short penis, slightly curved with a pink tip, bulged against his trousers, precum dampening the fabric as his eyes fixed on Brak’s juicy ass, the apron barely concealing its jiggle. “Fuck, that’s a sight,” Torf muttered, gulping his ale, his cock throbbing with each sway of Brak’s hips. Unable to resist, he stood, weaving through the crowd, and sidled up behind Brak at the grill, the smoky heat enveloping them.

“Grillin’ like a master, Brak,” Torf said, voice low and teasing, his big hand brushing Brak’s ass, fingers gliding over the smooth, oily skin, the sweat-slick surface warm and inviting. Brak smirked, not turning, “Aye, keep yer paws off the prize, ye randy fuck.” But his cock twitched under the apron, the touch igniting heat, and he leaned back slightly, encouraging more. Torf grinned, sliding his hand fully under the apron, cupping Brak’s plump cheek, squeezing the shiny, tanned flesh, the oily texture slippery under his palm. “Juicy as the fuckin’ steaks,” Torf growled, his fingers tracing the crease, brushing Brak’s tight asshole, the sweat easing his touch.

“Ye’re courtin’ trouble,” Brak rasped, flipping a steak, the grill’s heat rising, but he spread his thick legs wider, the apron lifting, his smooth ass gleaming. Torf’s fingers probed deeper, one slipping into Brak’s asshole, the tight heat gripping his knuckle, the musky scent of sweat mingling with the smoky air. “Trouble’s my aim,” Torf whispered, freeing his curved cock, trousers dropped, the pink tip leaking precum, veins pulsing along the girthy shaft, nestled in blond pubic hair. He spat on his cock, slicking it, and pressed the head against Brak’s asshole, the apron pushed aside, Brak’s shiny, tanned gut quivering as he braced against the grill.

“Fuck me while I cook, ye horny bastard,” Brak growled, tongs in hand, the steaks sizzling, the crowd’s chatter masking their grunts. Torf thrust in, his thick penis stretching Brak’s hole, the hot, tight grip making him groan, “Fuck—ye’re snug.” Each thrust rocked Brak’s stocky frame, his smooth ass jiggling, sweat dripping down his tanned thighs, their oily sheen catching the sun, the grill’s heat blending with the afternoon’s warmth, the air thick with smoke, musk, and the raw scent of their lust. Brak’s cock, broad-headed and veiny, throbbed under the apron, precum soaking the fabric, the coarse material rubbing his shaft with each of Torf’s pumps.

Torf’s hands gripped Brak’s hips, fingers slipping on the oily, shiny skin, his curved cock slamming Brak’s prostate, the bench creaking beneath them, the grill’s flames flaring as a steak charred. “Fuck—gonna cum!” Torf roared, pulling out, his cock spurting thick, white ropes, some splashing Brak’s smooth, tanned ass, others arcing onto the grill, streaking the sizzling steaks, the cum’s musky scent melding with the charred meat. Brak groaned, “Ye filthy fuck,” jerking his own cock under the apron, his broad head unloading, cum mixing with Torf’s on the meat, the grill hissing as the fluids dripped, the smoky aroma now laced with their raw essence.

Brak plated the cum-streaked steaks, his apron resettled, his shiny ass still tingling from Torf’s cock, the oily skin gleaming in the fading light. Torf rejoined the crowd, trousers up, smirking as dwarves bit into the meat, their grunts of approval tinged with the faint, musky tang of cum. “Best damn BBQ,” one muttered, licking his lips, oblivious to the secret sauce. Brak caught Torf’s eye, grinning, “Aye, fuckin’ flavorful.” The backyard party roared on, the sun dipping low, the smoky air guarding their lustful secret.