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Identity Crisis. Chapter V.

Cartoon porn story:  Identity Crisis. Chapter V.

On the other side, Nudist Smurf was observing the puckered hole, sliding his hands along the round mounts of the ass cheeks, and his finger along the crevice, stopping to push it partially inside the rim. He could feel the tightness of it and the resistance it offered. He spat in his hand and on his fingers and tried it again, sliding his finger slowly in, making sure he didn’t hurt his friend.

But the submissive smurf’s moan only encouraged him to go further. He pushed his chubby finger slowly, turning it around to stretch the orifice. He could feel the ring spasming around his finger and loosen, if only a little. But it was enough to make Nudist Smurf confident. He spat in his hand some more and added his spit to the drying natural lubricant the earlier blowjob had provided. And then he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance.

The gay smurf had only sucked one other cock in his life, but he was immediately addicted. He couldn’t explain it, it was like it entranced him with its smell, its taste. The length was perfect, the ball sack hairless. He could use his hands and rub Smurf all around, lick and kiss and make his mate shiver with pleasure. Smurf’s ecstasy was in the gay smurf’s hands and he was willing to put his all in making it the best experience Smurf ever had. And from the cries of passion, he knew he was succeeding at it.

And then, Nudist Smurf thrust his hips and penetrated his cock between the chubby blue mounds surrounding the eager hole. And at that moment, time stopped for the gay smurf. He lifted his head up from the surprise and took a deep breath. He had never felt anything like it before. But he knew instinctively what to do. As time resumed, he retracted himself from the cock, and pushed again against Nudist Smurf. And Nudist Smurf needed no further encouragement to proceed. He grabbed the smurf’s hips and rhythmically started to thrust in and out of the tight hole.

Smurf didn’t want to be left hanging, not now that he had known such delectable pleasure. He grabbed the gay smurf’s head and placed it back where it belonged, between his legs. Like Nudist on the other end, he started to thrust in and out of the face and the gay smurf only obliged, using his tongue to sweeten the deal. He licked and sucked as he could, using his hands to stroke every part of the Smurf’s body, all the while feeling Nudist Smurf’s hardness pumping fiercely inside of him. The elation of being taken from both sides, the gay smurf’s dream, was immense and he could feel his orgasm building rapidly.

But Smurf was getting there faster. His hips were bucking furiously, meeting with the tight grip of the lips. His breath was short from the expectation of what was to come. And just as he felt himself release, a particularly well placed thrust from behind sent gay smurf’s head upwards, liberating the cock as it shoot it’s load through the air and on his face. But the gay smurf cared not, he just pushed himself hips harder against his mate. He could hear the Nudist Smurf crying out.

“Oh Smurf! Smurf!”

But it was not only an exclamation, it was a name. And Smurf decided there and then to take the only name which would ever be fitting for him.

“Call me Gay Smurf!”

“Ah! Gay Smurf! I’m coming!”

And cum he did. His orgasm was stronger than the first. He had kept it in for as long as he could but once he felt he could no more, he thrust one final time deep inside of Gay Smurf and released his love juiced inside the inviting orifice. Every shot made him spasm a little and his breath was short for a moment. But once his orgasm subsided, Nudist Smurf still knew he had one last task to do. He had Gay Smurf roll to his back and proceeded to give him the same attention he had received before.

Gay Smurf was fully erect and sensitive to every one of Nudist’s charms. He took his suck in his mouth and tasted the precum for the first time of his life. The salty liquid was not offence to his taste, he could get used to it. He passed his tongue along the head of the cock and inside the skin the uncut cock. Using his hands, he stroked him vigorously, making Gay Smurf pant and grab the soil under him. And then he came as well, shooting wave after wave of clear semen across the air and on to his chest. It was his first orgasm.

Once it was over, he just laid on the grass, legs and arms spread, a big smile adorning his face. He had never smiled so widely in his entire life. He was covered with cum, others and his own. And he was happy. The sex had been a release of everything inside of him, his true self. And along the way, he had made others feel good as well. His task over, Nudist Smurf had fallen on his side, looking at Gay Smurf and Smurf behind him. The curious smurf regretted nothing. The experience was worth living and he knew it would be on his mind for a long time. They kept silent for a long time, just enjoying the fresh breeze of the summer.

But after a while, Nudist Smurf got up, and looked at his friends.

“Well, I’m sorry to say this, but we still have a job to do.”

“Awww, do we have to?” It was the curious smurf, who once had been too shy to talk and now felt some liberation to stay as he was. He understood Nudist Smurf better now.

“Yeah. We can’t let pleasure get in the way of our duties. Come on you guys, let’s clean up and finish all of this.”

Reluctantly, the other two followed his instructions. They went to a nearby pond where they splashed water all over each other, on Gay Smurf especially, washing away the evidence of what had just happened. But nothing could ever wash away the memories of what they had done together, no matter how many centuries they lived. Finally, the smurfs returned to where they were and Gay and Smurf put their trousers back on. Soon, they were off to meet the fourth member of their party.

Along the way, they decided not to share the experience with the other smurfs.

They found him surrounded with filled baskets of sarsaparilla leaves. They would have very little work to do, only to carry the baskets back to the village. The thoughtful Smurf said few and just nodded when he was thanked. He didn’t want to hear about what had happened as he didn’t feel ready. But he held no grudge towards his friends either. In a way, it was fitting that the smurfs would try new things, to find their individuality.

One fact that was unavoidable was that Smurf had in fact found himself a name in Gay Smurf. Not even one day had gone by since Nudist Smurf had found his way and already there had been more controversial than him, at least as far as names went. But he didn’t mind, he was just content to have found himself and found good friends. The curious smurf decided to remain nameless, but with a shy voice, he asked if they could do it again and Gay Smurf passed an arm around his friend’s shoulders before answering “Of course!” enthusiastically.

Once they reached the village, the smurfs dumped the sarsaparilla in the reserves and then they all went their separate ways. By then, Smurf was no longer troubling his mind about what had happened between the three others during his absence, and he simply joined Nudist Smurf to a game of smurfball in the streets. Smurf was hungry and so he headed towards the kitchen to see if Cook had anything to other. It left Gay Smurf on his own, who returned home to ponder what had just happened.

As he travelled on the border of the village towards his home, he saw a patch of colourful wild flowers growing among the grass. It gave him an idea. He picked them and brought them back home. There, he braided them to give a rainbow colored bracelet. He knew that he didn’t need to go wild like Nudist Smurf to get his individuality. Satisfied, he went to the second floor to his bedroom where his desk was, took out a pen and paper and started relating his story, hoping that it would only be the first of many to come.

The End!

Author is Bahamut Dragons

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