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A few days later Quin is driving you to his father's cabin roughly an hour away from the city. It's been nice for you to see the urban landscape slowly give way to a peaceful and lush forest, you haven't been out of the city in what feels like ages.

Despite the pleasant scenery and relaxing drive, Quin is acting strange. He's not making much conversation and fidgeting in the driver's seat. Eventually, the awkward silence gets to be unbearable so you speak up.

"Excited to meet your dad, he sounded nice when we texted last night." You smile. "He's been texting me all morning too!"

"Yeah." Quin nods.

Silence fills the car once again. You want to try to keep going but your last attempt went down in flames. Instead, you just give your friend the chance to collect his thoughts. Knowing him, when something is bothering him he'll say it when he's got everything sorted out. He does impulsive stuff all the time, but when it was serious he was careful and measured.

He takes a deep breath and sighs. "Alright, there's something I need to talk to you about."

"Your dad isn't like, a serial killer, right?" You try to keep things light.

"What? No. I'm serious." You don't answer, giving Quin time to figure out what he wants to say. "So my mom and dad split last year cause dad is gay, they're on good terms, and everyone's cool with it, but..."

"But?"

"Just... be cool? Like I think you two are gonna get along great. " He says. "Last night he called and he sounded super nervous, kinda scared even."

"Aw, that's so cute!" You laugh. "I'll be good, I promise."

"I think this is his first date since Mom, so, just-"

"I get it, Quin." You try to reassure him.

He groans. "I think Dad really wants to..." He grimaces. "I think he's hoping you two will hit it off, you know?"

"All because he saw my ass?" You gently punch your friend's arm.

"No, dude. When I said dads 'been down' I mean he's been depressed." He glances at you before turning back to the road. "He was pumped when I told him that you wanted to meet." He turns down a dirt road. "What I'm trying to say dude is, ugh, if you just want to fuck my dad and be done I think this is a bad idea. Okay?" He groans. "This was my idea, but I think I got his hopes up."

Aw. Quin is so worried about his dad, this is completely different from how he was a couple of days ago. "Quin." You sigh. "If your dad and I get along well and have a good time I'd be happy to date him." You stare out your window at the passing scenery, noting a few other isolated cabins. "But If we don't I'm not gonna force it."

"I wouldn't ask you to do that, I just mean-"

"If we don't get along I'll let him down gently."

"Good. I'd hate to have to bury you out here." Quin says flatly causing you to laugh until you realize he might actually be serious. "Alright, we're here."

You come around a bend and your jaw drops. Inside a clearing with just a handful of trees is a large log cabin. Two stories with a green metal roof and a balcony coming off what you can only assume is the master bedroom. It's like a fairytale, what a place!

"Holy shit Quin! Why haven't we come out here sooner?!" You exclaim.

"Dad likes his privacy, didn't want me bringing 'bros' over to 'rage'." He stops in front of the house next to a large white pickup truck. "Alright, get out."

"What?"

"Get out, I got people coming over to the apartment and need to go."

"You aren't going to introduce me?!"

"No. Get out. You're a big, metaphorically speaking, boy." He shoos you out of the car.

You quickly grab your things and hop out when Quin rolls down the window and throws something at you. "What's this?" You hold a brown baggy in your hand.

"Extra lube, my dad's huge so-"

"LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!" Your face turns red and you hurry down a stone walkway chased by Quin's laughter.

You walk by a large set of windows but see no one inside. Knocking hard on the solid wood door you wait, anxiously. What if he doesn't like how you look in person? What should you even say?! 'Hey, your son thought we should fuck. I hope you liked the PICTURE OF MY ASS.'. You suppose that if you absolutely had to show a nude to someone's dad it'd be that one, hopefully, your sun-kissed rear made a good first impression.

Before you're alone with your thoughts for too long the door creaks open. You look up and once again your heart rate rises. Standing in front of you is the man himself. Wearing a flannel shirt. He towers over you and you find yourself at eye level with his belly and you fight the urge to look down.

His shirt is stretched to its limit and your eyes stop on his large chest, don't stare! You blush and look down. NOT THERE! His Jeans aren't faring any better containing the massive reptile. Blood flows to your own crotch as you fail to remove your eyes from his junk.

He's almost twice your size! He could crush you! Oh man, what if he does crush you?! That big belly resting on your back while he fu-

"You alright little buddy?" A low and rumbling voice snaps you back to the moment. "I know I look scary n' all but I promise I won't bite!" He winks. "Well, unless you want me to..."

"I-I-" You stammer.

"Sorry, was that too forward? I, ah shit." Is he blushing? Wait, can reptiles blush? "I'm Glen. Sorry." He extends a large scalie hand toward you. "Quin's told me lots about you, I'm real glad you came!"

You shake his hand, noticing how gentle he is. "I'm excited to be here too, Glen."

"Here, lemme show you around." He grabs your bag, as a true gentleman would, and invites you in.

Inside is a large, to you, living room decorated with what appears to be hand-carved wood furniture covered in all manner of quilts and blankets. On one side is a wood-burning stove and on the other a bar lined with a few tall stools. As you take it in one word sticks in your mind: Cozy!

"This is gorgeous!" You spin slowly in place to examine all the details.

"Glad you like it," Glen says. "How about I show you to the bedroom, lil' buddy."

You feel like a child standing next to this man who is easily two to three feet taller than you leaving you eye-level with his belly and bulge, and as he turns around to guide you to the bedroom you're met with a new arousing sight: his plump and thick rear.

You're hypnotized as his tail sways gently from side to side, the end of which drags along the floor. You aren't too worried about his tail, however, as you watch each of the older man's large cheeks bounce slightly with each step.

You freeze when you feel yourself stepping on something. "Shit! Sorry!" you step back, embarrassed.

Glen laughs. "S'okay, it doesn't hurt." He frowns. "You alright? You look distracted." He crouches down and rests his palm on your forehead, easily engulfing it.

"N-no, I'm fine. I just feel... small?" You laugh. "So um... Wheres the bedroom?"

His eyes, yellow like his sons, stay on you for what feels like minutes. He's huge, and by all rights should scare you to death, but his genuine concern and warmth have dispelled any notions of fear or worry.

"If you start feelin' sick lemme know," He stands. "I can do all kinds of things to make a boy like you feel better."

You smile and gesture for him to lead the way.

One short hallway later and you arrive at the master bedroom. Glen is obviously proud as he shows you the large bed, the dark-stone fireplace, and of course the stunning view of the surrounding forest from the balcony. You spend a moment looking out over the natural expanse while Glen tidies up the room. Once he's done he joins you on the balcony. He cautiously grips your shoulders and stands behind you.

"Hope this is okay." He almost whispers.

"Okay? This is amazing, thank you for letting me stay here." You look up at the large reptile and feel yourself shrink as your eyes meet his.

God his eyes are so pretty and so inviting but now there's something... different in them. A faint hint of predatory nature, a hunger. He wants you, he might be nervous about saying it but he wants you. You notice a barely perceptible purring sound come from him as you stare at each other.

It's he who breaks away first. "So, uh, hungry? I can get some snacks out for lunch."

"Yeah, that'd be great." You're still warm from his touch. "Lead the way!"

You two leave the flirtations in the bedroom as he shows you around the cabin. Every room impresses and awes you, but nothing is more amazing than the back patio that had been hidden on your approach. Fully loaded with a grill, a smoker, and even an outdoor fridge! Luxurious furniture sits beneath a gazebo with a firepit at its center allowing a perfect view of the treeline and the crown jewel of the place: A huge pool and a hot tub just above it.

"Glen your home is so lovely!" You grab his arm.

He tries his best to keep it together as he speaks. "Lovlier with you in it."

"Wow." You shake your head. "That was awful."

"But did it work?" That toothy grin again.

"Oh yeah, like magic." You reassure your host. "So what's the plan for today."

"Well it's still early I thought we could just sit and chat over lunch and... see what happens." He says, unable to make eye contact.

You nod and sit on the oversized (for you) couch. Glen arrives with a meager tray of meats, cheeses, and crackers as well as a pitcher of what looks like lemonade, placing both items on the table in front of the couch.

Glen cautiously sits next to you and, very obviously, places a huge arm around your shoulder. "So..." This man is adorable. Well, for a nearly ten-foot-tall monster of a man.

"So?" You feign ignorance. He's obviously making a move.

"Well, we're alone out here and...If you wanted..." He quickly turns away when you look up at him.

"Wanted... What?" He is way too cute when he's nervous.

"Ahhh bud, I..." He frowns at you. "You're teasin' me, aren't you."

You gasp dramatically. "I would never!" You're about to open your mouth to say more when suddenly you feel his arm around the small of your back and he pulls you into his lap.

"You shouldn't tease..." He whispers in your ear, his breath hot on your neck. "I'll forgive you this time." He pulls you into his chest and begins rubbing your back. His scales are warm and softer than you'd have thought.

"I-Okay." Is all you can mutter. You melt into his soft and warm pecs, listening to his heartbeat and his quiet, predatory, growl.

His hand drifts lower, one finger grazing the top of your rear. "You're so cute." He rests his head on yours and slowly begins to buck his hips up against your ass, bringing your attention to the extremely hard, and extremely large, cock in his pants.

His sudden confidence shocks you, he had seemed so nervous just standing near you minutes ago but now you're whimpering into his chest, unable to vocalize but letting him know what you want all the same.

"You want me." He growls. "I want you too." He places his hand on your chin and leans in to kiss you. "But boys who tease me have to wait for later." He scoops you into his arms.

"Oh God I-What?!" You ask still dazed. Scanning the area as he carries you it becomes clear he's headed towards the pool. "Wait. WAIT." You struggle in vain to escape his gentle but firm grip. "MY CLOTHES! GLE-"

"Another rule: No clothes in the pool!" He laughs as you scream through the air towards the water.

"NOOO--" Your scream is cut off as you land in the water. Frantically you swim back to the surface and are greeted with Glens uproarious laughter "You ass! You dick! You-You!" You splash violently.

A devious, and terribly mean idea sneaks into your mind.

"I can't swim!" You cry out.

Glens eyes go wide in fear and in a blink he's in the pool and in a single powerful stroke he's got you in his arms carrying you to safety. He's uttering apologies the entire time as he hugs you close, his heart is racing faster than your own.

"Buddy! Oh my god, I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking and- Why are you laughing?!" He gently sets you on a chair near the pools edge.

You take a second to compose yourself. "I can swim, Glen."

"Alright, I deserved that."