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Of all the neighbours in the area, no one had been closer than the Ashfields and Aokiyamas. Since their arrival twelve years ago, the Aokiyamas were a fatherly sceptile and a young treecko who started rather shy in a new place. But the charmander and charizard next door made them feel welcome through a chance discussion about favourite restaurants in the area. Robert Ashfield was something of a foodie as part of his workout routine, which led him to enjoy several different places in the city.

Junji Aokiyama meanwhile had worked in several restaurants as a dish washer, and despite having never reached the role of a cook, he had picked up plenty recipes in his time and learned all the little tricks of how best to judge a fresh meat, what method helped preserve bread the longest, and the most accessible set of spices to make any meal taste good. One thing led to another, and the sceptile offered to teach Robert some cooking tips, which led to dinner invites and a growing friendship.

The charizard's son, Darren, soon found a player two for his videogames, with young Grover Aokiyama as they worked together through dangerous dungeons and battled through space. Both had impressive game collections, and often traded cartridges with one another, though Grover chose the less-wordy games due to Darren not understanding his native tongue and its rather complex script. At first, the treecko had been rather nervous and struggled with Kantonian, but the years passed on when he matured into a handsome bilingual grovyle, and when Darren became a charmeleon, they became the closest of friends.

"Alright, you got your gear?" said the husky fire-type in shorts and a tee.

"Yeah," the slender grass-type nodded in a vest and slacks, "I got anti-grav grenades for her platforms, spike launchers for the horde-"

"OH, yeah, I gotta load those up too, you wanna tank this or me?"

"I'm focusing on her, so you should probably be tank."

"Mmmm yeah," Darren tapped his controller, "we got like thirty minutes before dinner so we got this."

"Yeah." They bumped elbows. "Let's do this, bro."

In Darren's bedroom, a bed sat in the corner with a closet opposite it, a monitor with a PC and game controllers hooked in, and several posters of burly males from fighting games that lined the wall to flex their muscles. Under the eyes of flexing incineroars and stacked venusaurs, surrounded by a messy floor of piled-up comics, they booted up a game called "STRAIN", and readied themselves for combat. The year was 2535, in the far-flung future of the hollow moon Deoxyriba where a horde of biogeneticised fiends stalked the caverns beneath its depths.

Their leader, Nucleid, was a vile creature who sought to absorb all genetic matter in existence, so as to become the ultimate lifeform. Of course they had many minions, one of which was the mysterious witch Sylvarieos whose arena of trickery was an obstacle for many players. The two players set up their gear and switched out their space armours with mag-tek gauntlets and energising capes, before marching out to the witch's lair.

It was a tense ten minutes of a brutal slog through possessed eevee-types, from ghastly phantoms that raked their avatars' pauldrons, to withering plant-foxes that crawled through the earth and stabbed with vicious roots. Darren pumped his flamethrower through the hordes and stomped through mountains of ash as the central tank, whilst Grover phased in and out of battle like a ghost operative, finding the openings to kill higher-ranking members.

Finally they reached the last checkpoint, and there stood the wicked queen in a flowing gown of sickly bone-white. Darren stood at the entrance of her lair and put up a flame shield from his shotgun, whilst Grover rushed down the boss and made wicked strikes with his cyber-daggers. It was a gruelling battle, with the charmeleon pump-blasting fires in a dark lunar cavern full of savage hordes, and the grovyle dodging the space-witch's attacks.

"Keep it up, dude!" Darren pumped his button to a rhythm. "You got this, just don't get greedy!"

"Okay, okay," Grover took deep breaths and veered his controller, "moonblast, then she uses the star-ray, then do the hand thing."

"Don't worry about me, I'm keeping this shit locked down!"

Finally, the grovyle saw his opening and lunged forth across the star-lit cave, then shanked his cyber-glaive through the wicked queen's chest. Her scream echoed throughout the game's world, the cutscene started to play and the boys put down their controllers with a whooping cry. Dialogue played on at how she would curse them forever more, their bloodlines would be rent asunder as not even the smallest of matter left in the universe. But victory was theirs, and they slumped back against the bedside behind them, and the game saved when their characters were launched back to their ship.

"HOOOO!" Darren hugged his friend. "MMMMMHHH I told you we'd do it!"

"Hahah, yeah, finally," Grover sighed and swished his leafstalk, "what do you think's coming next?"

"Whatever it is we'll face it together, we got a great setup going with me doing crowd control and you taking the leaders."

"BOYS, dinner's ready!"

"Ooh, nailed it!"

They both bumped elbows and headed downstairs, to where the smell of delicious meat and well-oiled salads wafted through the air. In a simple dining room with a rectangular table and two chairs on each side, a charizard with thick-muscled arms and a beergut was setting down the plates, wearing a pale blue polo shirt and bulging shorts. The kitchen through an archway had immaculate white cupboards to match the black stove and fridge, where an equally-large sceptile in a long-sleeved jumper stirred the pot.

"Welcome back, boys," the charizard grinned, "thought we'd never see you again."

"We weren't upstairs that long!" his son snorted playfully. "S'only been six hours!"

"I don't even watch TV that long."

"Yeah cuz you sleep like two hours in, guaranteed."

"Not my fault the couch is so damn comfy."

"You can sleep anywhere, Mr. Ashfield," the grovyle leaned on the table, "you can't blame the couch for that."

"Well what else could it be?!" the father put down forks and knives.

"I dunno, maybe you have a perfect ass."

His comment made Darren laugh, then a throaty cackle came from the kitchen which made both the charizard and grovyle blush before looking away from each other. They then sat themselves down when the sceptile arrived with plates of thick braised meat and chopped greens, his presence lit up by the natural glowing bulbs on his back.

"I hope you boys are hungry," the cook said, sitting beside the grovyle, "space rangers need to eat to keep fighting."

"We're not space rangers, we're space marines," Grover corrected him.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot your recent promotion."

"Space rangers haven't been a thing since the '90s!"

"I never watched space stuff myself," the charizard sat next to his son, "always preferred westerns, roughing it in the wild frontiers."

"You'd totally like Sunset Mesa," Darren nudged him, "that game's awesome, you can just take over a whole town and be the new sheriff!"

"I saw you play it, looks good but, I worry I'd just fall asleep from how soothing it looked."

"I think the gunshots would wake you up." He grabbed a slab of meat for his plate. "Thanks for the food, Mr. Aokiyama, it smells awesome!"

"It always does," the charizard nodded, rubbing his hands, "damn I dunno where to start."

"I recommend the salads first," the sceptile jabbed some leaves, "helps to settle your stomach before the heavy meats."

"Why not just mix 'em?!" Darren shovelled them on top of his steak. "Just all in one go!"

"You sure you can fit all that?" Grover poked his tongue.

"Oh yeah, don't worry, it'll fit. You should see the guys I-uhh!" he sat up suddenly straight. "The guys I eat with aaaaat college, yeah! They'll gulp down whole baguettes without chewing!"

"I'm sure they do," Mr. Aokiyama grinned wide, "how was your day, Robert?"

"Great!" the hefty dragon-like chomped on salad. "Fixed up a few Dimsmobiles, someone's bike got real busted to shit, but I managed to straighten it the whole day."

"How did that happen, the bike that is?"

"Some jackass apparently swerved onto a kerb and smashed this poor bastard's thing into a fence. The other guy had to pay insurance, which went straight to me."

"Glad no one was hurt," Grover nibbled on his leaves, "how was your day, dad?"

"It was good," the sceptile did the same, "we shipped out an entire shelf of crates on schedule, I was worried we would lose the contract but everyone pulled together."

"Glad to hear," Robert chowed down on steak, "you run that warehouse like a tight ship, Junji, and you got the muscles to prove it."

"Not as big as yours, but I try. Perhaps you can give me and my chisa some advice."

"So yobanaide," the youth whined.

"Shikashiiii," Junji rubbed his head, "anata wa watashi no chisadesu."

"Watashi wa niju-saidesu!"

"Hahahaha, sorry," the father looked to the others, "I forgot we were in company."

"Naw it's alright," Robert handed him a steak, "we don't mind a li'l Hoennese in the house."

"Are you sure? It felt rude."

"We been friends fer twelve years, I didn't mind then and sure don't now."

"I think it's cool!" Darren chipped up. "I never get to hear Hoennese, it sounds really rad."

"Yeaaaah well," Grover rubbed his neck, "I could teach you some if you want."

"For real?! I mean, I wanted to ask but wasn't sure when I could."

"Dude, you could ask me anytime."

They finished up their dinner amongst sharing anecdotes and ribbing each other with in-jokes, as the night drew on and darkness fully dropped down from the outside windows. After plates were cleared and put away, the grass-types stretched their arms and stepped to the front door, a small lobby past the dining room with stairs hugging the fire-types before they took their leave.

"See ya tomorrow, dude!" Darren squeezed his friend. "We good on that sleepover Saturday?"

"Oh yeah," Grover slapped his back, "can't wait for it, just you and me all night."

"A recipe for disaster," Junji chuckled, "I expect you both to supervise each other whilst Robert and I are busy."

"Come on, dad, you know I've never been in trouble."

"I can deal with anything," the charmeleon thumped his chest, "I got all my best traits from dad, right?"

"You would say that, daddy's boy," the grovyle snickered.

"Yeah, you wish you were my daddy's boy."

"Wha-sh-shut up dude!"

"Okay okay," Robert chuckled and hugged Junji, "that's enough teasing, see ya before you leave tomorrow."

"We will."

The fathers' embrace was a little longer than the boys' had been, before their arms parted slowly and the Aokiyamas walked back home to their house right next door. In a small suburban neighbourhood, they lived in a cul-de-sac with a circular gravel drive before their houses. Their homes were near-identical albeit with some internal differences, a pair of two-story houses with pale-brick fronts and charming slatted windows with sloping red roofs. In the twilight dusk beneath street lights that flickered on, the cool night of June danced on their leafy scales when the Aokiyamas reached their door, and waved to the Ashfields' one more time.

"Soooo," Robert closed the door, "whut you boys up to this Saturday?"

"Probably gonna game," Darren stretched his arms, "we're like halfway done on Strain, we gotta get that Nucleid dick before he unmakes the galaxy."

"Sounds pretty serious, me an' Junji should be back by ten, we're taking my car to save on the fuel so we'll be back together."

"Cool cool, you uh wanna watch something?"

"Yeah sure, let's see whut's on."

They headed to their living room where a soft beige couch sat up against the wall in front of a flat-screen. Surrounded by pillows around their backs, they relaxed to a rather charming show about a group of amateur bakers competing against each other, to find out who was the best in Kanto. Halfway through the season, the two could hardly pick a favourite with everyone both sweet and interesting, but never did they play onto sob stories unlike other certain reality shows. Darren enjoyed the colourful hosts whose sharp wit kept things lively, whilst Robert took notes mentally on the basics of cake-making.

But his son had another objective once his dad fell asleep, two hours exactly with his head lulling to the side and curling up against the armrest. His snores were deep but soothing like the rumbling ocean, as his son carefully pulled out his smartphone and leaned close to the elder's shorts to take a picture inside the leg. He stifled a giggle and bit his lip, then texted his friend.

_ Blaze2Bone - hey dude, dude. guess wut_

_ KazeNiMauHa - You found your copy of MikerZ?_

_ Blaze2Bone - nah nah dude, remember our bet?_

_ ["02162025a" sent]_

_ Blaze2Bone - >:3_

_ KazeNiMauHa - DUDE!!! What the hell, I was joking!_

_ Blaze2Bone - like hell you were, i saw that look you gave when you said it_

_ Blaze2Bone - guess we know why my dad always wears shorts lmao_

_ KazeNiMauHa - I knew you were a slut but, really?_

_ Blaze2Bone - hey im not the one who's jerking it to my dad!!_

_ KazeNiMauHa - I should never have told you about that, why you do this?_

_ Blaze2Bone - what im just helping a friend out!_

_ Blaze2Bone - and i got more goodies to share, but only if you share too ;3_

_ KazeNiMauHa - Uuuuugh...fine, but you keep these private, okay?_

_ Blaze2Bone - o ye totally, no one else. you got til saturday, sleep well!_

_ KazeNiMauHa - G'night dude, love you!_

Darren giggled at the small farewell, then woke up his dad with a gentle rub as Robert stirred with a yawn. They decided to head to their beds, and the charizard slumped into his king-size bed in a sparse bedroom with only a TV and half-empty wardrobes. The covers were thick and flameproof like everything in his house, a large window stared at him from the foot of the bed as he slumbered peacefully, surrounded by pale rectangles on the walls where portraits had once hung.

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Grover had hoped in vain that his friend wouldn't dare to show him a picture of his own father's dick, but the picture of a half-lit cock and balls snug inside the leg of his shorts had gotten him rather giddy. Like all great mistakes, it started with a half-joking bet of teasing Darren on his more-eager personality, knowing that the charmeleon had a semi-active club life and often boasted about the partners he had. In truth, Grover wanted to shut him up a little, to try and cool off his friend's horny with thoughts of someone he would never imagine in that way.

Unfortunately, Grover had a secret that he was bad at keeping. The way his eyes kept turning towards that handsome bulge Robert had every time they visited, told Darren all he had to know on how to fluster his friend, even though Grover never admitted it. Now it was his turn, and he debated on how best to get his shots as he sat in his room before bed. His closet was neat and tidy, his floor was spotless, and his consoles were all arranged in a neat cubbyhole around his TV. And now he had a picture of Robert's flaccid cock as thick as a beer can with a pair of orange-sized balls snug in their shorts.

"Mmmmmph...dammit," he slipped down to his pants, "just get it out of your system."

He fingered at his genital slit, a known trait of Hoennese folks as he circled his digit around the stiff lips before groping at two fleshy lumps inside. With enough coaxing he sprouted his pair of twin cocks, and gripped both rods with a shivering breath. His mind began to wander as he visualised Mr. Ashfield, those gorgeous thick arms and that hefty belly, his winning smile and that country-boy creep in his rumbling voice. The times he imagined hearing Robert call him "boy" in the most seductive growl, the scent of his sweaty body after a hard day with oily muscles and that bulge grinding against his rear.

The grovyle closed his eyes and put himself in the charizard's bedroom, being mounted on top by the burly orange dad who breathed on him with that thick smoulder of charcoal. Those rock-hard pecs that could grind on his, that heavy tongue as Robert's voice went deep into a husky rasp. Grover could feel the swollen heat between his legs, imagining that thick halberd between both of his as they frotted together, then kissed deeply with a trembling gasp.

"H-h-hhhhh, mmmmmhh, M-mister Ashfield, haaah-"

"Junji?"

"EEEH!" he jerked up his pants. "D-DAD, KNOCK FIRST!"

"Sorry!" the elder laughed, peeking his head in. "I did not mean to startle you, I forgot to mention there's still a few muffins left downstairs if you want one before bed."

"UH, s-s-sure, thanks! G'night, dad!"

"Goodnight, my son."

The door closed once more as Grover throbbed immensely hard, his twin shafts twitching with a terrible excitement as his thoughts cross-wired and he briefly imagined his own father amongst the lurid fantasies. Robert soon met Junji, and they kissed each other for a moment that made the grovyle bite his lip in growing guilt. But it was too late to stop now, he was edging too close and had to finish himself up before he lost the trail. The last thing he imagined before he came, was being spitroast between two fathers, sucking the cocks of Junji whilst Robert railed him deep.

"Mmmmmph, h-h-haaah, daddy, Mister A-a-ashfield, aaaah!"

His whimpers turned sharp when he spurted twin shots on himself, painting his green-and-pink belly with hot jizz before he slumped back with reddened cheeks. His heart was beating fast to the point his stomach grew queasy, a warm bubbly guilt rolled around his guts until he felt a little sick from the dizziness. He grabbed some tissues beside his bed, then wiped himself clean and cupped his face with a deep groan.

"Mmmmmmnnnngh...fuck is wrong with me? You already got a boyfriend, now you gotta thirst for his dad?! ...it's Darren's fault, somehow, he shouldn't be showing me those pics."

But the temptation of a promised surprise was too much to bear, and with a greater mental resolve he made a commitment to get up early tomorrow, and get it done as soon as possible.

The next morning, when dawn crept its fingers through his window, the grovyle climbed out of bed and quickly rushed for the bathroom, knowing. In the square-shaped walls of white-tiled linoleum, half of which were painted blue like the sea, the shower was running as the father scrubbed himself clean, soaping down his verdant muscles and his bushy fern-shaped tail with a pinkish belly. Grover took a deep breath and pulled up his phone in the crack of the door, waiting to see his father turn towards and show off his genital slit.

He had seen his father nude before, which was less strange than with Kantonian folks due to the difference in their anatomy as Grover took a few snaps of the thin slit between Junji's legs. Then his father started rubbing it clean, fingering around and then inside it with a sigh to let two pink tips sprout free. The son zoomed in and took more shots, relieved to get this out of the way before he sat back, and bumped his knee against the door.

"NNNGH, shit!"

"Grover?" his father peeked out the shower. "Ohhh, ohayo chisa."

"Ahhh, hah, ohayo!" he put the phone quickly in his pants. "You sleep well?"

"I did, thank you. Do you need the shower too?"

"Ohhh, n-n-no I can wait."

"Nonsense, come come! It will save us the water if we shower together."

Grover twisted his toes inwards and bit his lip bashfully. Normally he wouldn't mind this, one of their rituals they had always done as a way of bonding, but now it felt weird. But his father's kindly face brought him close, and rather than upset him for no reason, he pulled off his vest and slacks before stepping into the shower. Having internal anatomy, Hoenn folks often had communal showers and aided each other in scrubbing down, even among families.

"Are you doing well on the team?" Junji soaped his son's arms. "You're looking very fit."

"Yeah," he nodded gently, "we uh, we broke our record last week, did I tell ya?"

"You did, and I'm so proud of you. One day you'll be a star batter."

"Aaaah I'm more of a pitcher, I got a mean curveball you wouldn't believe."

"Ohhh I've seen it, your grandfather would be so proud."

"Dad."

"Hurling that ball like a deadly shuriken at our enemies."

"Dad!" Grover leaned back with a grin. "Great-grandpa worked at a train station, we don't got ninjas in our family."

"You don't know that," Junji teased and bapped his snout, "a ninja never reveals who they are."

"None of our family left five miles out of a single town, you can't fool me. I seen those photos, I recognise every house."

"Pffft, spoilsport. You get to be a space ranger-"

"Marine."

"-but I can't imagine being a ninja?" the father rubbed his son's belly. "Very elitist of you."

"I mean, if you wanted," the son twitched from his slit, "I could let you play Phantom of Kaina, you get to be a ninja in that and assassinate the Kusunoki Clan."

"Ohhhh? That does sound fun, but I'm terrible at videogames."

"You can always learn! I'll teach you, we can play sometime!"

"I would like to." Junji washed his son's tail. "Can you scrub me down while I clean you?"

"Sure."

It was something that Grover never explained to others, this feeling of warm kindness of a father and son who showered together. For all their lives it had never been a sensual thing, merely a ritual to strengthen bonds like how primitive pokémon used to pick fleas off each other. But Grover's thoughts were currently fixated on Darren's father, whose bulging shorts throbbed in his mind and caused his slit to open up a little. Junji said nothing, it was natural for the body to get a little excited in such close contact as they washed each other's backs and tails.

After breakfast, Junji drove his son to Pewter City College, a granite-stone building which despite the name was a small campus for an equally-small city, nestled between the mountains and the forests. The smell of the sweeping leaves combined with earthy dust always soothed the Aokiyamas, who hugged and said goodbye before he drove off in his cozy hatchback car. Darren always arrived an hour after him, usually five minutes before classes started as the grovyle sat up at the front steps and played a handheld console.

All around him students trudged by, mostly Kantonians such as grimers with sludgy feet, wartortles sporting shades with leather jackets, and fanciful dragonairs in summer gowns. When the charmeleon finally arrived in his dad's pickup truck, they waved to each other and the fire-type raced up to him, where they bumped elbows and headed inside. Most of the day went by with the usual droning professors, where spectacled onyxes waffled about history and chanseys highlighted new theories of astronomy.

But Darren's favourite lesson was in the gym, where he spent time on the wrestling team to grapple against marowaks and kangaskhans on the mat. In the large echoing hall of bleachers and varnished wood, Grover always watched his matches as a means of moral support. Folks would cheer for either opponent, for which the grovyle rooted for his friend when the charmeleon managed to flip-turn his opponent and pin him down., which gave folks a chance to admire his thick rear and his swishing tail.

"Is that the dude you were with last Friday?" muttered a nidoqueen.

"Sure was," a nidoking grinned wide, "I recognise that ass anywhere."

"Gods he's a strong young thing, shame he's gay or else I'd have had him."

"More for me then, he can take me to the hilt like a champ."

Grover pursed his lips with a reddened blush, his eyes went down to the loose pants of the nidoking who also had a thick bulge. Almost as thick as Robert's, and of course the grovyle thought back to that hefty charizard with his beefy gut and the biggest muscles. He peeked at his phone to see Robert's dick pic, those round smooth orbs half-hanging out beneath a soda-can thick flaccid cock. Then he looked back to the charmeleon's thick rear and swishing burning tail, feeling guilty about his thoughts crossing between father and son.

Once Darren finished his wrestling, he went to the outside field to watch Grover play for the Pewter Boulders. On a diamond pitch, pokémon pitched baseballs and batted them high, with others circling bases and others still screaming to catch the whistling white orb. Like he had said, Grover was an exceptional pitcher, wearing the hard-grey clothes of his team when he hurled a fastball to startle the raichu batter. She was a twitchy sort, an incredible runner for the bases, but she panicked too much on the mound and Grover always knew how to fake her out.

He had hoped she would learn today, trying to coax her to see his pitches and following a slower throw that she swung too early for. He wasn't going to curveball her, she didn't deserve that, but still the raichu missed his third fastball and was out for the count. Then came a tauros, big and beefy who, while slow on the run, was good at staring down the pitcher. Grover had been beaten by this one before, so he did one fastball that went out, then a second that did the same. The tauros got agitated, and the grovyle hid his smile when he pulled out his wicked curveball.

The crowd from the bleachers watched the ball swerve with a terrifying spin, and the tauros readied to make a cracking swing of the bat. But it slowed down mere inches from him, and he swung so hard that he spun like a ballerino, then stumbled off the mound when the ball scurried past him. Darren whooped it up amongst a few cheers and jeers, doing a little dance that Grover smirked at when they gave each other the fingerguns, and the practice match finished up for the day.

"Dude that was SICK!" the charmeleon grabbed him as he walked off the pitch. "How the fuck you do that?!"

"It's all in the wrist," the leafy reptile rotated his, "practiced a lot at home."

"Break any windows?"

"Uh, once, that's why I don't practice at home anymore."

"Ooof, your dad get angry?"

"No, he knew I didn't mean it," Grover shrugged, "I don't think my dad's ever been angry at anything."

"Yeah he seems super chill," Darren patted him, "so uh, how's our bet going?"

"Mmmmm."

The grovyle motioned him to one side in a dark alley between the grey-stone buildings, then brought out his picture of Junji in the shower, along with his peeking tips.

"Ooooooh, shit," the fire-type snickered, "your dad got the same stuff you do, huh?"

"Yeah, all internal," Grover nodded, "sorry I couldn't show you the whole thing but-"

"No no, that's like basically flaccid, that counts! Why didn't you send it?"

"I uh, wanted to surprise you, also felt kinda weird sending pics of my dad over a messenger."

"Mmmm, fair. Alright, guess I get to show you the special surprise for our sleepover!"

"Okay!" the grovyle bounced on his heels. "Is it like a sex thing or-"

"If I told you now, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

Darren nudged him as they went back to their classes, which soon wrapped up in the evening and they were met by only Mr. Ashfield in his pickup.

"Heyyyy son!" Robert rubbed his head. "How'd it go?"

"I pinned that bastard Marovaski!" Darren pumped his fists. "He had me on the ropes but I flipped him in the last minute in a headlock, couldn't get out none!"

"Daaaamn straight, that's my boy!"

"Grover did a SICK curveball out on the field, he made a tauros guy's head spin!"

"Oh yeah?!" the charizard looked to the grass-type. "Damn son, you'll be on your way to nationals."

"Thanks da-U-UH, Mr. Ashfield," Grover grinned wide.

"Boy you don't hafta be formal round me, you can call me Robert. By the way, your father's a li'l late cuz his car broke down when he got into work, so he asked me to pick you both up and I'll bring him home when his shift's done."

"Oh, thank you! That's real nice of you, sir."

They all piled into his truck, which being an older model only had front seats that the boys squeezed into next to Robert. Darren made sure to push Grover in between the fire-types, which made the grass-type somewhat nervous when his thigh grinded up against the hefty father's lap.

"So you're turning out a real slugger," said Robert, "got a favourite team?"

"Besides my own?" Grover shrugged. "I mean, me and dad root for the Magma Monsters."

"Ahhhh, home team eh? I'm a Kanto Rockets fan myself so uh, best hope we don't square off on the pitch."

"At least neither of us are the Sinnoh Galactics."

"Uuuugh, don't get me started, them uppity sons o' bitches pour too much money in their damn players, surprised they can even run with all that cash weighing down their asses."

"Hahahah, yeah, so who's worse, Lucas or Roserie?"

"Oh, definitely that Roserie," the big reptile snorted, "treats the whole field like a gotdamn fashion show, makes a mockery of the whole sport."

"Right?!" Grover slapped his knee. "Why are you even there if all you do is showboating?!"

"Exactly! If that match comes through, then I'll definitely support Hoenn over anybody else who ain't Kanto."

"Gotta support the home team, right, Mr. Ashfield?"

The father laughed and patted his head, which made the grovyle blush more and look to Darren who gave a thumbs up with a sly wink. When they returned home to chez Ashfield, the boys headed upstairs whilst Robert set up dinner.

"DARREN!" he called. "Remember the trash before yer gaming."

"OKAY DAD!" his son raced back down and emptied the bags. "Anything else?"

"Might need help with dishes after dinner, if ya don't mind."

"Yeah sure!"

The charmeleon headed out to put away the trash, then relined the bags in the kitchen before rushing back upstairs to leave his father cooking rice. Thanks to Junji's advice, he had managed to find the perfect water-rice ratio to make it thicken nicely, then cooked some meat in the oven whilst he checked his phone.

_ BigRigZardo - hey bud, how you holding up?_

_ Junji_Aokiyama - Frustrated. Thank gods my car broke down at work and not at my son's college, but now I have to deal with inspections today._

_ BigRigZardo - inspections? why?_

_ Junji_Aokiyama - I am not at liberty to say, but it is nothing serious. Just a formality but one that takes too long, frankly._

_ BigRigZardo - i got the boys back home and dinner's cooking, i'll make you some later_

_ Junji_Aokiyama - Thank you. Did you enjoy my gift?_

_ BigRigZardo - yeah. felt real good._

_ Junji_Aokiyama - It takes time, but the training is worth it. As your son can attest with his training on his Pokrmor account._

_ BigRigZardo - i'm just checking on him for safety!! it's not weird![/i]_

_ Junji_Aokiyama - I know, Robert. I would never judge you, he is a handsome boy but he is very reckless, I would do the same for Grover._

_ BigRigZardo - sure? i just wanna keep tabs but not helicopter him_

_ Junji_Aokiyama - Of course! I have to get back, can you pick me up at 10:30?_

_ BigRigZardo - sure bud. later_

Robert took a deep breath and seeing no one was downstairs, swiped his phone screen towards the Pokrmor app and looked up his son's account. As the most popular hookup app for gay pokémon, it was a strange and slightly terrifying world for the father to see, but having overheard his son's adventures in the clubs, he grew more worried about the sort of folks he would spend nights with and it was Junji who first suggested the app. The Hoenn father had tried it himself with little success, finding most users to be rather too zealous for his taste. Then he found Darren, from which the suggestion to "monitor him" came.

Robert knew nothing of this culture, and kept his account purposefully invisible just to keep track of "AshButtBoy93" who was "less than one mile" from him. Much as he supported his son's lifestyle, it was always a father's concern for who he hung out with as he scrolled through Darren's gallery. He had grown into a fine young stud with strapping arms and a hefty belly, a proper wrestling physique like his old pop. But seeing pictures of him riding dildos to the hilt, getting railed by machokes and sucking off arboks to drench his face in cum, was both refreshing and concerning to see him enjoy so many strangers.

At the same time however, Robert felt a stiffening in his shorts as he gave a deep growl to try and stifle his thoughts, of that gorgeous body of slick red scales now smothered in jizz, that gaping ass well-used with a river of white running free. Too often did Robert's thoughts stray to thinking one of those cocks could be his own, his fat balls clapping on his son's cheeks and the moans he would make.

"Whut the hell," he groaned, leaning on the desk, "I know he's a little rascal but come on you stupid brain, this ain't cool! ...Junji, whut the hell have you done to me?"

He said this with a guilty laugh, then smiled regardless before he chopped some vegetables up fresh for the salad. Once dinner was ready, he went upstairs to his boy's bedroom and peeked inside.

"Boys! Dinner's ready!"

"WHA-jeez, knock first!" Darren sat on the bed with his back towards him. "You scared me!"

"Hahah, sorry, in the zone were ya?"

"Y-yeah, we were uh, at a pretty tough part! Be down in a minute!"

When his dad's footsteps receded, the charmeleon heaved with a sigh and looked down upon Grover, who laid back on the covers with a trembling shiver and his heart beating like crazy. Their hands clasped together, the charmeleon with four fingers and the grovyle with three, as Darren leaned down and kissed his lips to soothe him.

"You look so cute like this," he whispered, "don't worry, they don't know."

"Y-yeah," panted the grovyle, "still the reason why I don't want to do anything until we're alone."

"Isn't your dad gay, anyway? Why are you worried?"

"I want to tell him when I'm ready. You know I like to plan things."

"I know, dude. We'll make it special on Saturday, just you and me. I love you."

"I love you too, Darren."

They smooched a few more times as they grinded their crotches, the fire-type's bulge thickening against his friend's swelling slit within his pants. The two then got up from Darren's bed and headed downstairs to enjoy a meat-and-rice bowl with salads. The greens weren't as fine as how Junji did it, but the rice was fluffy and the breaded meat gave a good crunch to it all that they enjoyed greatly. Once they were finished, the charizard headed out to pick up Junji, taking a toolbox in his pickup as he drove all the way south to Viridian City, through a winding path of hillocks and into the vast Viridian Forest.

The trees helped protect him from the rain but only for a short while, as he soon arrived at a city with greenish-grey walls and the odd sprinkling of moss on the roads. He rolled up to a warehouse's front gate and parked in the visitors' zone, then marched across the asphalt in a thick overcoat. Before him stood a towering building of corrugated iron, where crates were stacked on giant shelves inside and the sceptile stood outside in a dark jacket.

"JUNJI!" he called. "Where's your car?"

"Over there!" he pointed. "Thank you for coming, I turn the key but it struggles to even start."

"Worse comes to worse I can tow ya, but let's see if we can't get her started."

The rain made his tail sizzle from the constant spatter, the burning wick throbbed against the elements as he opened Junji's hatchback and poked around in the engine. A mental checklist went through his head to check all of the usual suspects, the fuel filter, fuel injector and air filter. Then he sighed at the culprit.

"Your spark plugs are screwed," he looked up, "I don't have the right ones for your car on me."

"Damn it," Aokiyama groaned, "I guess you are towing me back?"

"I can fix it when we get home, just don't have the exact parts here."

He walked Junji back to his pickup then drove over to the hatchback, hooking a tow cable from the rear to its grille before they rode out into the night. The rain was turning thick as Robert put on the wipers, and he drove towards the suburbs.

"Thank you, again," Junji looked to him, "how was your day?"

"Pretty good," Robert kept eyes on the road, "fixed up a beautiful Comber Dayo, butter yellow chassis, were like scraping crumbs off a fresh slice o' toast."

"I am glad your business is going well. Were the boys okay?"

"Oh yeah yeah, Grover did some kinda mean curveball and got folks out of play."

"Hahah, aaaaah, of course he did," the sceptile grinned proud, "one day he will play Kanto Rockets."

"Naaaah, he roots fer your team," Robert turned a corner, "but if he plays Sinnoh, I'm disowning him."

"What, he's not your son!"

"Don't care, I'll disown him!"

"So you are fine with Darren hooking up with all sorts of males, but if he ever supported Sinnoh?"

"I'm boxing his stuff and putting it out the door, no son of mine's gonna be a Galactic wad!"

Junji cackled and shook his head, which in turn made the charizard grin with a deep chuckle. They soon arrived home as Robert parked in the Aokiyama driveway, then walked to his garage next door to bring out a set of spark plugs.

"You don't have to do it now," the sceptile stressed, "you've already worked so much today."

"I don't wanna leave you without your car," said Ashfield, opening the hood, "won't take long."

"How much should I pay you?"

"Not a damn thing, you done more than enough fer me."

"Are you sure? This is still work for you."

"You enjoy your job, you never work a day in your life," the charizard wagged his wrench, "I'm good, Junji."

"I appreciate that. You've done so much for me and still I feel I come up short."

His three-fingered hand slipped over to Robert's four and squeezed them softly, making the charizard blush before he went to work on replacing the plugs. A half-hour later, he started the engine and it purred like a dream, giving a wave of relief to Junji who hugged his friend. Despite both of them being somewhat built, Robert was certainly larger with thicker arms and belly that the sceptile loved, squeezing his arms round him as tight as he could before he pulled the charizard's head down for a kiss. Ashfield shivered at the tender smooch, their tongues briefly danced against each other before they parted back to their houses.

"Hey son," Robert stepped into the front room, "is Grover still here?"

"Sure am!" the grovyle swaggered down the stairs. "Everything okay?"

"Yep, your dad's home and I fixed his car."

"Thank you, sir! Darren, I'm heading home!"

"OKAY DUDE!" the charmeleon bounced down to meet him. "Thanks for hanging out, always a blast."

"Same," they bumped elbows and fingergun'd, "catch you tomorrow?"

"You know it, later!"

"Take care, boy!" Robert waved to the grass-type heading out. "Alright, I'm gonna get an early night-in."

"I did the dishes while you were out," Darren pointed.

"Awww, thanks son," he hugged him with one arm, "yer a good kid, you know that?"

"Ehhh, I try. G'night dad."

Robert staggered upstairs and undressed himself in his room, but he wasn't going to sleep just yet as he tossed his shorts off to let his dick swing out hard, with a sumptuous pair of balls that hung free against his thighs. He was well-gifted with a bottle-thick cock that reached a good 10 inches, that had been aching since dinner when he opened his closet and pulled out a box hidden in the back. "From Your Dearest Friend" it said on the top, which he opened to reveal a thick 10-inch purple dildo with bubble-wrap texture full of little bumps.

"Damn, Junji," Robert bit his teeth, "really getting me into this."

A bottle of lube had been provided with it, as the charizard greased up two fingers then reached back for his rump. It felt a little less weird doing this himself, knowing his own digits that prodded around his thick muscular ring, before he pushed into his pucker and groaned with discomfort. Then the wave of pleasure, rubbing into his walls to slicken them up after a few pumping thrusts, which made his legs quiver with the new sensation.

Once he was slickened enough, he placed the dildo onto the bed and aimed his studly rear above it. His tail lifted high and his fat donut winked in anticipation, before he lowered himself down upon the rubbery head. When it kissed his ring, he shuddered before he steeled himself, then slowly pushed down with a trembling gasp. He wasn't used to this sensation yet, but Junji's coaxing had helped him get acquainted to it as he stretched out his walls carefully, working his thighs in a rhythm to slide another inch for every two he pulled off of.

His cock throbbed to its thickest as he started to jerk himself off, his belly thickened when he bent over and pumped down faster on the phallic pole that tickled his folds in exciting ways. He hadn't felt this good in years, how it rubbed into every inch of his anal tunnel so easily, that his balls jumped with a trembling squirt. Thoughts of Junji flowed to him as he whispered his name, eyes closed as he looked up to the ceiling and jerked himself harder. The dildo bent slightly in him when he stuffed to the hilt, his eye twitched when the glans scraped past his prostate and sent him over the edge.

"NNNNGH, f-fffhhhhhk!"

Robert clenched his teeth with gleaming fangs as he came onto the floor, hard spurts that almost hit his TV at the foot of the bed. His ass clenched in a rippling rhythm as the dildo twisted a little, pleasuring him further as he rode out his orgasm, and finished up with a heavy sigh. He pulled himself free with a hefty shlorp, imagining the gape of his hole before he took out some cleaning fluid from a drawer, scrubbed down the dildo, and put it back in its box deep in the closet.

===========

When Saturday came, the houses were aflutter with activity. Grover had spent a lot of private time building up the courage for tonight, practicing speeches and imagining scenarios to not get caught off-guard by anything. He hated surprises, but he wanted to be with Darren as his closest friend, who despite his reckless behaviour meant more than anything to him. The worst thing he could do was disappoint the charmeleon, and he cleared his mind of all creeping thoughts.

"Are you alright?" Junji asked as they stepped up to the door. "You've been rather quiet, even during our shower time."

"Yeah, just uh," Grover panted, "just, excited!"

"You've had sleepovers before, what's different tonight?"

"I-i dunno, just, don't wanna mess it up, saying the wrong thing."

"Hahaha, Grover, it is not a date, he is your best friend."

"R-right! But, yanno, I wanna be a good guest."

"You are not a guest at their house." The sceptile patted him. "We are practically family, you know they love us."

"Heyyyy boy!" Robert opened the door in a string-vest and boxers. "Junji, sorry you caught me in the middle of changing, come on in."

"Take your time," the sceptile chuckled, "I can withhold my appetite a little longer."

It took every inch of Grover's sheer will not to look at that bulging crotch, those plump hefty oranges that bounced beneath a thick girth he could only imagine seeing hard. The scent of a powerful masculine spice trailed behind Ashfield to make Grover's head swim, and he felt his slit peeking outwards when him and his father entered the front room. The grovyle was in his loosest shirt and pants, a black-and-red combo of the Magma Monsters team, whilst his father wore a formal button-shirt with slacks.

"YO DUDE!" Darren bounced down the stairs in shorts and a raglan. "You ready for an awesome night?!"

"Sure!" Grover nodded nervous. "D-definitely!"

"Hey ease up, we're just gonna game, not do a marathon!"

"He's right, boy," Robert pulled up his pants and tightened with a belt, "it's meant to be a relaxing night, tell you one thing I do. Shake all your limbs like you a bowl of jelly, get all the shivers outta you."

The young grass-type did as asked, shaking himself hard and wobbling his arms out which strangely did help him relax. He smiled with a deep sigh, and Junji kissed his head with its long leafstalk. Once the charizard was suited up with black pants and a formal white-button shirt, he went to the door with Mr. Aokiyama.

"Now, son," he looked to Darren, "we should be back at ten, but if anything happens you call me, okay?"

"No worries, dad," his son gave a thumbs up, "we'll manage, hope this fancy work dinner don't get too boring."

"We will manage," the sceptile nodded, "as manager of my warehouse, I have to be there."

"There's pizza in the freezer for ya, if you get hungry. Don't open the door to nobody, no cops, no nothing."

"Yes, Mr. Ashfield," Grover bowed, "we'll be good, don't worry."

"We'll be good, mistah!" Darren squeaked in a higher voice. "Don't you worry your head none, we'll be the best li'l boys!"

"None of that!" his dad slapped him gently. "Now, we'll see you soon."

"Sayonara, musuko yo," Junji hugged his son, "tanoshinde kudasai."

"Oyasuminasai!" Grover squeezed tight.

The fathers headed out and took Robert's pickup truck, the boys waved them off and headed straight upstairs to begin their sleepover. Blankets were already set out, they dressed down to their PJs and Darren even cleaned the room up some to give extra space. To take the tension off, Darren let his friend plan things out in his preferred order, with some kart racing first to unwind before they went into STRAIN and took on their dreadsome opponent.

Nucleid's lair still awaited them, and Grover relaxed considerably when he was strategising his weapons, figuring out the terrain and charting the best path for him and Darren to reach the wicked alien. This was where he thrived, knowing how the enemies moved and where they would spawn, how to avoid them and lay traps at their thickest points so he could systematically shred their forces. Darren only knew one thing, and that was Big Damage to deal with enemies from the rear.

They soon reached the boss itself, a terrifying entity of green and red strands whose voice was a song of unearthly bells. Atop a monument of skulls from every corner of the galaxy, twisting genetic tendrils poured out from every socket like a thousand worms ready for the feast. Grover puffed his nostrils fast and tore in with a nano-sawgun, ripping between them to clear a safe space in the centre that Nucleid would not reach. The battle was long and arduous, but they kept themselves refreshed with the odd slurp of soda and very little talking.

When they finally reached the alien itself, they used all of their team-up attacks at once. Imploder-into-Combustication, Diamond Cutter-into-Abyssal-Blast, they left nothing to chance and only when Nucleid started charging up for an unblockable burst, did they step back to shield and recharge. Their fingers clenched and their necks throbbed with sweating droplets over the controllers, until the last pips of health glimmered in Nucleid's bar. Grover made one last push with a desperate swing, a sweeping tornado of cyber-blades that ripped through Nucleid's plastic-genetic form.

The monster howled its final cry, a star-shattering call that ripped through its dark meteoric lair that crumbled all around the heroes. The stars above were soon painted with a vast diorama of glorious DNA strands, life returning to the universe through some arcane-and-scientific elaboration that Darren didn't bother reading up about in the plot, but Grover explained to him as he nodded patiently. The mission was over, and all that was left was the wrap-up celebratory epilogue that would last several cutscenes. But for now, the two saved and slumped back against the bedside in relief.

"Hooo," the charmeleon clapped, "damn we did it, dude, we did it!"

"Hell yeah," the grovyle bumped elbows with him, "we really are the perfect team."

"Exactly." He leaned close to Aokiyama. "You and me, the best together. So how about we do a little celebrating, my big hero?"

"Hahah, hey you were the tank, I wasn't big."

"You're my hero always. And I wanna reward you."

Darren gave a small look and a little grin before sliding his hand up the leafy back, and pulled him close with a smooch. The grovyle started to kiss the charmeleon's face, starting with the cheeks and working his way to the lips with a soft breath. The whisper of charcoal and meat danced across his tongue, whilst Grover's breath was a minty sweetness that soothed Darren so.

"Mmmm...haaah," the red lizard slipped his tongue deeper into his friend, "dude, you taste so good."

"Yeah," the grass-type whispered, "I don't wanna be with anyone else, I don't care what we do as long as it's with you."

"Mmmyeah? You're the best dude I ever known."

"Really? Better than all the other um...guys, at the clubs?"

"They're not you," Darren hardened his gaze, "I wouldn't spend more than ten minutes with any of them, but you I wanna be with. I'd watch you play baseball for hours, I'd just curl up and do nothing but hold you like we did a few days back. I just wanna be with you, cuz you're like...you're, the closest thing I ever had to a brother."

"I...I-i was gonna say the same thing," Grover hiccuped a few tears, "th-thank you for being my friend, you've always been my...the only one I'd be with, since we were kids."

"Same, dude. Same."

They kissed deeper as Darren mounted him on the floor, with the grovyle laying on his back and suckling the charmeleon's tongue even more. Their crotches grinded together, and their loose PJ bottoms made their arousal painfully present, when Darren's cock thickened up to a fat 6 inches that rubbed between the two sprouting bulges in his friend's pants. Slowly they undressed each other, showing Darren had the hefty sack and cut chubby meat like his dad, whilst Grover's twin sceptres sprouted free from his slit.

"H-h-hhhhh, mmmmph," the grass-type whimpered, "f-fuck, your balls feel really nice."

"Not as good as having two dicks," the fire-type shivered, "must feel awesome when they both cum, could fill me up twice as fast."

"Yeah...but I want you in me." Grover climbed up onto the bed. "Please, Darren. I'm ready."

"Gods yeah, I bet you are."

The charmeleon licked his lips and gazed upon that leafy hole, a cute pink rose amongst a field of green whilst Grover's tail hung down across the floor like a vine. His throbbing staffs twitched with anticipation when Darren stood closer and lined up his girthy meat towards the pucker, then kissed his glans against that sweet winking donut to tease him more. Slowly he pushed inside, and they both gasped with elation as they finally joined together, sharing the same heat as Grover clenched around the charmeleon's cock.

"A-aaah! D-darren...ohhhh!"

"Mmmmmhhh yeah...that good, dude?"

"Yeah...j-just as good as the first time, haaaah."

"I really missed being inside you. Mmmmph, fuck."

Ashfield panted with a growing desire, sliding himself in to the hilt as he grabbed Grover's legs and rolled his hips to feel every fold of his beloved's rear, all the clenching suckles and grinding rubs along his girth until that leafy pucker tightened against his balls. Pent-up as they were, they started precumming as soon as they fucked, with Darren leaning over to kiss his beloved while the bed creaked slightly underneath. His bollocks clapped louder with each thrust, his excitement soon palpable as his breath thickened in the grovyle's throat.

Their bellies grinded to feel Grover's twin cocks squished between them, spurting thick pre on themselves as the fire-type rocked his hips faster. The bed shook slightly with his movements as the grass-type whimpered in delight, the stretching of his hole after the first few times with Darren helped make this easer as the charmeleon slid in and out perfectly. His tongue dove into the grovyle's throat and sucked harder with a rising passion, his breath flared almost burning hot as Darren tried to control himself.

He pumped his friend harder with a quickening pace and snarled with heaving grunts, grinding faster on Grover's dicks to make them sputter twin streams all over himself. The grass lizard hugged him tight with growing whimpers and rocked on his back to the thrusting beat, before a trembling sputter grew inside his hole and Darren struggled to hold back. But the tight succulent pucker squeezed a little too hard on his glans and with one last scrape, he came with a shudder of bliss.

"A-AAAAH! GROVER, A-AAAAAAGH!"

"Ohhh, f-f-fuuuuuck!"

The thickening squirt of hot jizz made Grover's face turn red, but he wasn't quite close to cumming enough to get put over the edge. Darren didn't mind, it meant his friend still had more left in him for the rest of the night as he filled up the leafy pucker, until a drooling sliver of cum dripped down his tail.

"Mmmmmhhhh, damn." Darren slumped on top of him. "You got such a great ass."

"Th-thanks," the grovyle gulped and squeezed him, "s-sorry I didn't uh...finish with you."

"I'm glad you didn't. Cuz that means you get to enjoy your special surprise."

When he recovered his breath, the charmeleon pulled out to leave a nice sloppy rear, admiring his work before he beckoned his love to leave the room and follow him. With droplets of seed from their twitching lengths, they entered Robert's bedroom and closed the door behind, before Darren bent down at the closet and pulled out a mysterious box.

"So uh," he began, "I was looking for batteries once and saw this here. Guess what my dad loves doing."

"That writing looks...familiar," Grover squinted, "what is that?"

"You wanna get off to my dad, dontcha?"

"UH, d-dude, come on, don't talk about that, I-...no."

His eyes widened when the charmeleon opened the box, and revealed a thick long dildo with a bumpy shaft next to a recently-opened bottle of lube. Darren grinned wide and set it on the bed, then lubed it up himself before he positioned his rear above it.

"Are you for real?" the grovyle shuddered. "Is your dad like, bi, or-"

"If he is, he hasn't told me," the red lizard grinded his rear, "bet you're thinking of this in my dad now, riding it hard, all the way down with them big cheeks."

"Nnnnnngh! D-darren, this f-feels weird."

"But you like it, yeah? I don't mind, I think it's real cute."

"I mean, I...I guess I've maybe jerked off a few times."

The charmeleon pushed himself down with a sweet moan, his ass gaped easily round the thick length as he sunk down to the halfway point, then kept bucking his hips to grind his way along the knobbly length until he squirmed hard to reach the bottom. Throughout all this, Grover sat in front of him whilst jerking his own two lengths, his shafts growing more slippery with each throb before Darren hilted at last to the base.

"Ohhhh! Gods that feels good."

"Jeeeez," the grovyle giggled, "how do you even manage that?!"

"Lots...of practice. Now why don't you get that sexy mouth over here and help me shoot again?"

The leafy lover scooched up close to start sucking his boyfriend off, bobbing gently on the meat as Darren rode himself down on his daddy's dildo with an increasing throb in his sultry veins. His balls tightened up for another load, his asshole puffed around the girthy schlong that creaked inside his walls and grinded all those delicious bumps across every single fold and twisted against his prostate.

Grover swallowed half of his lover with a happy moan, his tongue swirled around the staff with his minty-cool breath tickling the charmeleon in new ways. The grovyle's body was not yet comfortable in having others make him cum, finding comfort in his own hands as he ended up only stroking one member off, so he could grip Darren's sceptre to keep it steady mid-blow. In his lustful desperation, the grass-type bobbed too deep and choked with puffing cheeks, making his boyfriend laugh and slow down his dildo riding.

"Careful!" he giggled. "Gotta work yourself up to it, get your throat used to that depth."

"Haaah, mmmmhh!" Grover slobbered on the glans. "I-i just...I want, I want your dick so bad."

"It's all yours, sexy. Just...get in there."

It was then they heard the door open, and their eyes turned with a piercing twitch with Grover's tongue dragging up that thick charmeleon cock, whilst he pumped one of his two chubby lengths. Their bodies froze at the sight of two large burly shadows in the doorway, both of whom were naked, and both of whom were immensely erect.

"D-DAD?!?" they both shrieked.

"Hello, boys," Junji put his hands on his hips, "hope we are not interrupting you."

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When he left the house and waved his son goodbye, Junji had grown worried, but not for himself. As Robert drove them to their destination, they said nothing the whole ride due to the charizard struggling to make conversation, and the sceptile pondering too much about how to make this night perfect for them. Under a half-clouded night, they drove through the widened Rock Tunnel that had been transformed into a highway, and arrived in the neighbouring Cerulean City with its aquamarine-coloured buildings.

Navigating the open streets that were admittedly flatter and more easy than Pewter City's, they arrived at a hotel where a reception was taking place, commemorating the retirement of an old rhydon whose sallow face was framed like a funeral portrait. As they wandered inside, a party was ongoing with banners draped over a stage, various tables for free seating, and a grand buffet for easy pickings. Junji was met with handshakes and backslaps from seels and seakings, whilst Robert bowed and shook hands politely.

"So, Mr. Ashfield," a kadabra swished close in a dress, "how do you know Junji?"

"We're neighbours," he sipped a glass.

"Oh you're not with the company? I would have thought so from your brusque robust physique!"

"He has his own company," the sceptile added, "a very successful one repairing vehicles."

"A mechanic?! Oh my, salt of the earth, just like you Junji, you'd make quite a pair! Are you married, Mr. Ashfield?"

"I was," he growled, turning away.

"Mmmm, a pity," the psychic-type grinned and leaned in, "any lady would be lucky to have someone so strong and dependable-"

"Deborah, hold that thought," Junji pointed across the room, "I think I saw Lauren Duprasse over there with her new husband, the spearow."

"The WHAT?!" the kadabra gasped. "Oh I knew it, I knew she was wagging her tongue at him, oh, she knew I had eyes on him!"

She marched off without a goodbye, and Robert sat down at a table with a heavy groan.

"Thanks," he rubbed his head, "can't stand types like her."

"Because she reminds you of your ex?" Junji sat opposite him. "I am sorry, I did not realise she would be here, she never liked Mr. Reese."

"It's fine, I'm here fer you, not them. I know how much it sucks going to a party alone."

"Thank you." The sceptile patted him. "It should not be too long, Reese is quite old and has a habit of keeping parties short."

"At least neither of us have to cook with all this food," he swept his hand to the buffet. "You want something?"

"Sure."

They scooped up a plate each and took some pieces here and there, from sausage rolls and eclairs to small truffles for a mixed meal. Robert opted to take some soda instead of the champagne, then they returned to their table discreetly whilst the others mingled. As they sampled their foods and watched the clock tick away, Robert felt something ping on his phone before he checked a notification on Pokrmor.

"Huh." He cocked his head. "Darren's uh...changed his relationship status to Taken."

"Really?" Junji leaned over. "Well, good for him, I wonder who he met."

"Hell if I know. Does this make me kind of a creep, checking on my son like this?"

"I wouldn't think so. He's very handsome and liberated, in fact I have a theory. How have you been feeling about...us?"

"Whutcha mean?" the charizard squinted.

"Well, I know I am the first male you ever had a relationship with, I want to check how comfortable you are settling."

"I...I'm not sure," Robert licked his lips nervously, "still uh, still coming to terms with being all this, like it's not exactly a switch you flip. Sometimes I envy how easy it is fer Darren, he can just go out and be gay, but I dunno whut I am and I don't wanna say I'm something that I ain't."

"You are allowed to change your preference," the sceptile chuckled, rubbing the dragon's fingers, "but what matters is our love. You don't have to call yourself anything, if you are not comfortable with labels."

"I appreciate that." The charizard squeezed his hand. "Much as I love girls, things changed when Charlene left me. She burned me real bad and, I'm just glad Darren was too young to remember the fallout cuz she hurt me too much. But then you came into my life, and...it's hard fer me to tell when you stopped being a friend and became something more to me."

"I understand." The grass lizard grinned. "I was scared to move here at first but, after I lost my husband, I had no real reason to stay back in Hoenn. Everything reminded me too much of him, I needed a fresh start."

"Still seems a lot to move to another country," Robert shook his head, "I mean your son settled in good because he was young, still had lots to learn."

"Yes, but, it would have been much harder without you and your son. You gave me another reason to keep trying, to reach out and start again, rather than settle as just being a widow. You are a very special person, Robert, and all I hope is that your family and mine remain together, whether we are friends or lovers."

"Glad to hear." The charizard rubbed up his partner's arm. "You've given me something of a new life as well, Darren's grown a lot since Grover came into his life too."

"When do you think perhaps we should tell them?"

"Sometime. I know Darren can take it, he's open like that, I just hope Grover don't mind too much."

"Ohhhh I think he would be very happy," Junji chuckled lewdly, "this might surprise you, but, I am not the only Aokiyama whose heart pines for you."

"Wh-...whut?!" Robert scoffed and leaned back. "You shitting me!"

"I have heard him in his bedroom, moaning your name. He still calls you Mr. Ashfield even when he is...occupied."

"Whut the hell?! Am I some kinda gotdamn beef magnet or something?!"

"You said it, not me!" the sceptile laughed. "You are a very attractive male, I would be complimented if Darren was the same with me."

"Don't tell me he is! Gods wouldn't that be perfect, our sons dating each other AND us as well?"

"Well, it would certainly make dinner more interesting."

Junji grinned wide in that loveable way Robert hated, knowing he couldn't resist his charm as his thoughts roved back to the times he spent with Grover. He always thought the boy had been polite, but then he remembered the nervous bows, the blushing compliments passed off as jokes and gave a deep sigh.

"If you tell me my son's also getting hot fer me, I'll just give up being straight forever."

"Ooooh, now that's exciting," said Aokiyama, nibbling an eclair, "do your pants still tighten when you look at his profile?"

"N-no!? I'm just admiring how much he's grown, he's got a good body!"

"And he has you to thank, he has all of your best traits!"

"Junji, I swear to gods-"

"I am not saying anything more than your body tells me!" the sceptile put up his hands. "Personally, I find it very sweet that you admire your son in such a fashion, as we know, you are exploring new interests, there's nothing wrong with letting thoughts run free."

"R-right...I guess not."

The charizard grinned with a bashful sink of his head, before they finished up their food and the party ended early as they had hoped. Junji waved goodbye to his higher-ranking coworkers and avoided Deborah completely, much to Robert's relief when they drove back out of Cerulean City.

"Thank you again for being there," the sceptile patted him, "some of my colleagues tend to gossip too much about the lonely ones."

"Are they all called Deborah?" the fire-type gripped the wheel. "Glad to help, I wouldn't leave you out to dry."

"And as your reward, I promised that you and I would have a special night. In fact, it's quite early, and we'll be home before ten-thirty."

"Mmmm, you thinking of taking me up to your bedroom?"

"The boys won't see us if you drive in from the other side," Junji stroked down his leg, "you earned this, Robert. I want you. I want to show you all the joys that you deserve."

The mechanic smiled with a toothy grin as his boyfriend kissed him on the cheek. He turned the lights off his truck when they entered the cul-de-sac, then slowly crawled round the other side of the circle and parked into the Aokiyama's garage. Like two lovers eloping, they snuck under the cover of darkness and through the front door, where a somewhat-similar house to the Ashfields' presented itself. Whereas Robert's home had been given salmon-pink walls, Junji's was a cooler turquoise. Where there was a dining room at the Ashfield home, it was a rumpus room with a snooker table and TV with several chairs.

But their goal was upstairs, pulling the buttons off their shirts and taking each other by the hand before they reached Junji's bedroom. His bed was smaller than that of Robert's, but the closets the same size, and more photos of his family covered the walls showing old Hoennese backdrops of wooden houses. But none of them had his husband, those were all tucked away in boxes beneath his clothes.

"I don't think I ate enough at that buffet," murmured Robert, "cuz I'm still damn hungry fer you."

"Ohhhh you charmer," Junji wrapped his arms around him, "gods your voice is music to my ears."

"Then I guess I'll make you sing. Ugh, that was corny."

"Noooo I liked that, you are much sweeter than you think!"

The sceptile gave a testing smooch as they embraced each other in front of the window. His hands slipped down to Robert's rear and gently squeezed his muscular glutes, savouring their thickness before their crotches grinded together and their bulges thickened up in a growing excitement. Junji let his lover control the pace, suckling his lips and teasing him with a pressing tongue before the charizard pulled it in. His large clawed fingers rubbed over the smooth jade neck, he savoured each breath of his longtime friend that filled down his throat.

Their eyes closed as their tongues entwined, the taste of charcoal and mint fogged together whilst they moaned in sweet pleasure. Robert was happy, and he wanted to be happy so he shut out all thoughts of apprehension and just savoured the moment, savoured Junji, savoured the one who for the first time in years had made him feel special, made his heart swell and never want anything back. Then, Junji pulled away.

"Robert?" he asked carefully. "Did you leave your bedroom light on?"

The fire-type looked out of Junji's window and across to his own house, where he saw two shapes bouncing in his bedroom. One of them he immediately recognised, but the second shocked him further as the sceptile gasped in realisation. Their heads slowly turned to each other with the softest whisper.

"Are they," the charizard gasped, "they're not...they're not doing whut I think they're doing."

"They definitely are," the sceptile pulled out his phone, "but just to make sure."

"Wh-whut're you doing?!"

"Getting a closer look," he squinted and used the camera function, "best to make sure tha-ohhh hohhhhh, shinjirarenai."

"Don't tell me," Robert shook his head, "it ain't them, it can't be!"

"Your son...is riding the dildo I gave you...while my son is...deepthroating him."

Robert clutched his head with beady eyes as a whirlwind of emotions ran through him. Shock, shame, confusion all clashed in his mind, but the greatest fiend of all lied deep in his belly, rumbling between his loins when he peeked at Junji's phone-camera. His son looked just as gorgeous as he did in the Pokrmor app, pumping his ass strong with that dildo like a champion, far more experienced in the ways of cock than his daddy.

"Well," the sceptile chuckled, "like father, like son."

"The hell is this?!" Robert clapped his cheeks. "Gods, damn, the hell is wrong with our families?!"

"Nothing! Our boys have found the same love we have, there's nothing wrong with that!"

"I mean that, just...my head's swimming, I need to sit down."

"There's such love in their eyes," Junji kept looking on, "and they must surely know about us now."

"I wanted to tell 'em when I was ready, dammit! How the hell am I gonna deal with this?!"

"Well, it saves the awkward discussion, both our sons like males already. In fact...I have an idea to make this flow much sweeter."

"I'm all ears," the charizard rubbed his neck, "you know about all this better than me, I feel like the odd-one out here with all o' you gay except me."

"Awwww, Robert." The grass-type walked over and sat beside him. "We're all here for you now, please, you should never feel out of place. In fact, I know the best way to make this work, and still retain your dignity as father of the house."

"Yeah?"

"Remember how I told you that, my son has a crush on you? What if you and I...offer them something much greater?"

"...you have got to be shitting me," Robert thinned his eyes.

"If they already know we are dating, and they are too," Junji swept his hands, "there's very little separating us as a family."

"That is my son."

"Whom your pants swell at the sight of in his sexual adventures. Let's not pretend anymore. If I know boys like them, they will respect you far more for stepping up to the plate, and thrusting your offer straight at them."

"So you want me to...be dominant?" Ashfield sneered. "Like when I have to deal with rookies at my job?"

"Exactly!" Junji slapped his knee. "Just you, and me, and our favourite sons."

After taking a few deep breaths, Robert tried to structure his thoughts into a diagram. His son, Grover, Junji, all coming together as one big web of love, and the more he tried to rationalise it, the more painfully erect he would become. He gave a stiff nod to his lover, who shared with him their plan before they walked out of Junji's house, went up the stairs of the Ashfield home and slowly undressed outside the bedroom door. With shirts sliding off to reveal their studly pecs, and pants dropping down over their thick tree-trunk legs, their throbbing erections told them everything they needed before they opened the door.

"D-DAD?!?" the boys shrieked.

"Hello, boys," Junji put his hands on his hips, "hope we are not interrupting you."

"Wh-wh-wha-...whuhhh?!" Grover shook like a trembling leaf. "Wh-wh-HWHUUH!?"

"Dude, DUDE!" Darren gripped his shoulder. "Chill, it's fine, we can totally explain-"

"Of course you can," Mr. Aokiyama stepped into the room, "I hope you enjoyed my gift for your father. It does suit you well."

"Wait, gift?! SHIT, are you two like, together?!"

"THAT WAS YOUR WRITING?!" the grovyle squeaked.

"Ohhh yes indeed," Junji chuckled. "And it seems we both had the same idea for tonight. So let's stop skulking around each other and get down to business."

"W-wait, business?" the charmeleon squirmed on the dildo. "Hold up, are you mad or not mad?"

"Why would we be mad? An Ashfield and an Aokiyama together one way or another, if your father and I became intimate, why not you and my son?"

"Ohhhh jeez!" Grover crawled back towards the wall. "I knew it, I knew this was a bad idea, oh gods why did I do this?!"

"Hey, it's alright!" Darren reached out. "See, they're not mad, they said they weren't!"

"I-i-i made a mistake, I'm really sorry Mr. Ashfield, I-i, I, I dunno what I was doing, i-i-if you don't want me to come around no more, I won't-"

"Boy." The charizard gritted his teeth. "Close yer trap, an' open your gotdamn ears."

He stomped towards the shivering lizard whose long headleaf wobbled over his eyes. The grovyle clutched himself with a hiccuping gasp and started to feel sick again, a throbbing queasiness in the gut as Ashfield stopped before him, with his fat 10-inch cock mere inches from his face.

"I know all about your little infatuation with me. So it's no wonder you wanna get with my son."

"Wh-wh...what?"

"If you gonna be in my house pleasing yourself whenever, s'only right I get a piece of it too. So here's the deal. You boys get to have your fun...but I do as well."

"Wha-HUH?!" Grover reeled back. "Are you...a-a-are you s-serious, s-sir?!"

"Do I look like I'm joking, boy?" Robert crossed his arms and fumed smoke from his nostrils. "You get one chance to say yes and I take you for a ride with your daddy. No ifs, no buts except the one I'll be gaping balls deep, but if you say no...you don't ever get to see this dick again. So whut'll it be?"

Grover was having both the worst and the best night of his life, which melted his mind in a constant twist of anxiety until the charizard put a hand on his head. His warm spicy scents managed to soothe him slightly, enough to get a few breaths and look towards Darren who sat next to Junji. The charmeleon shrugged with a shake of his head, mouthing "I did NOT set this up, please believe me, I dunno what the fuck's going on either", despite the very clear erection he had that was throbbing even harder than before, to the point the fire reptilian felt his chest pounding with excitement.

Junji Aokiyama rubbed Darren's back softly, a soft smile of assurance and gentle whispers helping to soothe the younger Ashfield. Grover managed to steady his breathing and stare upon that beautiful dick, that monstrous thick member twitching with anticipation to the point that a drop of pre drooled off its heaving glans. He couldn't stop himself, he knew none of this was planned and all his schedule had been thrown out the window and burned into a pile of ashes. But that didn't stop him this time.

"Fuck." He grabbed the thickest meat. "Fuck it, I want it, I want this so much, I've wanted you for months, Mr. Ashfield."

"I told you, don't call me that," Robert's sneer turned into a grin, "if you gonna start pleasing me, you better call me sir."

"Y-yes...s-sir."

"Now suck that dick like you been begging fer."

Both sons almost came there and then from his creeping snarl, a dominant croak that made their submissive urges come through. The grovyle slurped up the dripping pre, then started to suck on the glans with a desperate need amongst whimpering tears of glee, as Robert sighed with a wave of immense relief. Junji smirked and nodded sagely, then looked down to Darren who was trembling in desire.

"Hooooly shit," he gasped, "that is...the hottest shit I ever seen."

"Are you jealous?" the sceptile rubbed him. "Since he is enjoying your father, you might as well savour me for the time being."

"R-really? For real?!"

Aokiyama nodded and offered his twin sceptres to the lad, a pair of 9-inch obelisks that made the youth shiver with palpable joy, when he grasped both of them and slurped his tongue across them. Junji tasted much like his son, but with a stronger male scent like fresh salami that tickled Darren's nostrils as he slathered over the shafts, bobbed on one and then the other.

"Gooood boy," Junji stroked him, "have you been training my son well?"

"Mmmm, a-aah," the charmeleon panted, "been doing my best, he's a real champ, s-so cute as hell and, haaah, damn Mr. Aokiyama I didn't know you were a freak like this."

"Ohhhh I'm just an open-minded father who wants to make his son the happiest he can be. If he loves you, then I want to share him with you. And if he loves your father too, well, we're all the closest of friends here."

"This is the best day of my life, hell YEAH!"

"It ain't over yet, son," Robert grinned at him, "since you're such a goddamn slut, might as well go all in, huh?"

"Hahah, aaaaah you know about that huh?"

"Mmhmm. Now let's see if my new boy can keep it up."

Grover eeped at being called "my new boy" and throbbed an extra glot of pre onto the carpet, as the grass-type slathered all over that aching hard shaft to get a richer taste of the father. He tasted spicier than Darren, grittier even like a well-done steak on a sun-baked leather tray, and it intoxicated the grovyle with such desire, that he swallowed halfway down before choking. Robert moaned from such hunger, and stroked the leafy head with a tender hand whilst letting Grover work at his own pace.

Junji did the same, and he was admittedly not surprised by how eager Darren became at slobbering both cocks, even trying to fit both in his mouth before he choked greedily. The sceptile laughed at his whorishness, and Robert glowered a little jealous at his son's lascivious nature. The charmeleon wagged his burning tail, still riding the dildo in his ass as he pumped himself on it slowly, letting Junji hear all the creaking rubber.

"You like your father's toy?" the elder chuckled. "He trained himself well on it, but I suspect you managed better."

"Mmmmm, yeah," Darren shuddered, licking the dual staffs, "i-it's always a little tight your first time, but yanno, just keep at it! Only way to get better is to keep trying!"

"Exactly, I told him the same! And he makes the cutest sounds in bed."

"Junji," Robert growled, "not now."

"Ohhhh yes now, perhaps your son can give you tips!"

"Yeah dad, I could!" the charmeleon sucked away. "Mmmmhh, just gotta align your hips and sorta circle your way down."

"Yeeees exactly! Speaking of, why don't we both test how well our sons can take it?"

"Mmmm, alright," the charizard pulled out of Grover's snout, "boy, get comfy for your breeding."

"O-ohhhh, fuck," the grovyle shivered with an awkward laugh, "th-this is really happening, right?!"

"Not unless you get in position, now."

His order got Grover on all fours, showing off his rear which much to both fathers' surprise, was already drooling a little cum as they both smirked at each other. Robert went down on his knees to rub his beefy bottle-thick schlong against the grassy pucker, teasing the grovyle just enough to make him sputter from both cocks.

"Well now, lookit that," the charizard purred in his ear, "all lubed up fer me like a good boy should."

"Haaaah, I-i-i uh, I'm ready, sir!"

"Damn right you are, and you'll always be ready when I need to pump this tight-leaf ass."

Junji struggled not to laugh at his partner's dominance, biting his lip as he watched his son be mounted proper. The push was a bit tricky, mostly from Grover's nerves making him clench before Robert slipped a hand under his neck, and stroked him softly to help soothe him with his presence. The grass-type unclenched a little more, and Ashfield slipped in with a shivering grunt. His son's jizz helped him go deeper, and the gooey white that soon covered his length made Robert shudder with such lewdness that a part of him wanted to back out. But the joy in Grover's voice, the warm smile in Junji's face and Darren giving a big two thumbs up with cock-in-mouth, helped push Robert further into the realms of gaiety.

The grovyle moaned with such elation as he nuzzled the charizard's hand, kissing his thick fingers and pushing back against that girthy member that stretched his walls a little wider than he had expected. A small pain spread through his rear, but the waves of pleasure from that fiery lance helped him overcome as he savoured the big dad's thrusts. Robert grunted at the tightening spasms, bucking his hips careful with a pace that Junji had taught him to help ease his passage.

"A-AAAH!" Grover squeaked. "Hnnnngh, h-haaaah!"

"That good, boy?" Robert hissed. "Yer tighter than your daddy, that's fer sure."

"M-mmmmph, y-y-yes sir, ohhh, p-please don't stop!"

"Fuck I'm gonna nut again," Darren panted, still riding the dildo, "what about you, sir? You wanna compare me to my dad?"

"I thought you would never ask," Junji patted him, "let's see what all the boys on Pokrmor have been raving about."

"Oh damn, you follow me there?" he kept licking over the cocks. "Kinky!"

"Well, not explicitly, but I saw you when I was trying it and thought 'oh my, such an adventurous lad'. Perhaps you can even take both lengths."

"Hell, yes, give it to me straight, daddy-yama."

"HAH!"

He snorted a laugh before he sat down on his knees, then waited for Darren to pull himself off the bed with a juicy POP! of that thick bubbly dildo. With an ass freshly-gaped, he laid on his side to let Junji grab one of Darren's ankles to lift his leg, then gripped both his members to squish them together and slipped into that wide winking pucker. The fatherly sceptile grinned at such an eager hole, how smoothly he went in and how succulent the walls squished around his lengths, grinding together to excite both him and Darren.

"Ohhhhhh goodness," he shuddered, "Robert, your son is...very good at this."

"Heh, that so?" the charizard panted. "Not sure if I should be proud but, long as you making folks happy."

"He's certainly making me happy, mmmmmph! Ohhhh you have some competition!"

"S-sorry, dad," Darren groaned from the tight fit, "didn't mean to be a rival."

"Gods you really are a slut," panted Grover, "c-can't just settle for one, huh?"

"I'm not hearing you complain from-NNNNGH, my dad getting balls deep!"

"Not yet," Robert chuckled, "once I've opened your boyfriend up."

The charmeleon watched his father go deeper inside, the burly-bellied charizard hunched over the grass-type with panting breaths and a thickening drool from his tongue as he gave in to his lustful joy. Junji managed to hilt with little problem and his slit kissed that winking pucker, before he roled his hips with a grunting snarl through his teeth at how tight Darren could make himself. He was certainly well-trained and he knew just how to please a male with the right twitches to make Junji shiver, causing him to mutter vague sounds in Hoennese that made Grover blush when he caught them.

The fathers were already pent-up, so they started to precum rather quick despite taking their time with steady thrusts to test the boys' limits. Grover whimpered louder, feeling Robert's breath on his neck and his heaving grunts fill his ears with a beastly dominance. Darren bit his fist and watched Junji start hammering him, the sceptile keeping his breath steady with each slam of his double-dick widening the charmeleon that bit further. Grover himself was drooling from his dual shafts, spots thickened on the bedroom floor with each clap of Ashfield's balls against his taint.

"NNNNGH, haaaah! S-s-sir! Sir, p-please I'm about to, I'm gonna-"

"Do it, boy," Robert commanded, "get your ass tight fer me, suck my dick off good and proper."

"MMMMMHHH! OHHHH, M-MISTER ASHFIELD, A-A-A-AAAAAH!"

His entire body shook like a billowing tree, rustling his headleaf when he blasted a thick double-jet of seed all over the carpet. His cocks swelled a little harder and his head started swimming with a delirious glee, before Robert groaned with a fuming sound and roared internally to pump his rich daddy milk inside the grovyle's body. Grover's eyes widened from the hefty glut of jizz filling his gut, a hot sticky swell that drizzled out between his legs and smothered the charizard's sack with a dripping volume.

"Ohhhhhh gods," Robert sighed, "gotdamn, boy that's a good ass."

"Haaaah, a-a-a-aaah, ohhh shit."

"Shhhhh, settle down," he rubbed the youth's neck, "you done good draining me, that's a good ass right there."

"Th-tha...thank you, sir. That felt so good, I, I love you."

"Hahah, woah woah don't be so quick to put the ring on me, I'm already dating your dad."

"Exactly," Junji panted, "but there's plenty of you to go around, if you so wish to share."

"Y-yeah!" Darren grunted, pushing back. "No need to be uh, uh, s-single-dating if both of you want!"

"I-i never tried uh, open relationships," Grover giggled, feeling the cum slosh inside, "specially not with my dad and who he's dating, hah."

"Never a bad time to start, A-AAAH, SHIT!"

He couldn't stop himself, the charmeleon soon tightened his balls and sprayed himself with cream much to Grover's excitement. Junji felt the sudden clench on both cocks and didn't try to hold back, already more than eager to fill up his new boyfriend's son whose leg quivered in his grip. The sceptile breathed a happy sigh, and moaned plenty when he filled Darren's rear with a double-helping that overflowed from his rear and drenched his knees in a thick white soup. The fire-type grinned at the smothering his insides received, and watched Junji bend down to lick up the cum from his belly, much to Grover and Robert's trembling excitement.

"Mmmmmm, very nice," Aokiyama heaved, "very tasty too, just like your father."

"Hah, th-thanks," Darren gulped, "I knew we had the best dads ever but, you two are really the most awesome!"

"Thank ya, son," Robert nodded, "but uh, we don't have to stop here."

"No, certainly," Junji pulled himself free with a thick burst of bubbling jizz, "for starters, good boys clean up the house, don't they Robert?"

"Mmhmm," the charizard did the same, "so how 'bout you two get to cleaning us up, and if you're both good, we'll give you a special dessert."

"Y-yes, dad!"

Both boys nodded eagerly, still riding the high of incestuous lust as Junji brought them close together, and offered his swollen masts for the two to enjoy. With his reservations now dwindling, Grover stopped thinking ahead and went with the flow in sucking off his dad, along with Darren who slurped the other one. They sucked and licked and nuzzled the twitching shafts, giving Robert time to recuperate as he watched his son deepthroat his partner.

The charmeleon was much more eager, pumping halfway down with hefty gulps whilst the grovyle lapped over the head and tickled his tongue down the pulsing sceptre. He was still somewhat hesitant, despite grasping the thick halberd and dragging his tongue up his father's length, tasting the cum still smeared across and finding it just slightly-different to his own. It made his cheeks flush hot to see Junji smile down upon him, the daddy sceptile stroked both their heads as more precum fed in their maws.

"Ohhhhh yes," he trembled, "both of you are such very good boys, always there to please your family."

"They're the best boys we could have," the charizard groaned, "gods they're really getting in there, huh?"

"Especially yours, look how eager he is swallowing my sausage."

"We uh, we didn't have pizza yet," Grover joked with little licks.

"Ahhh, of course," Junji put his arms behind his head, "then you can feast all you like on ot?san."

"Mmmm, h-hai, papa."

The son grew more ravenous for his father's taste, slurping all over the twitching veins whilst Darren kept bobbing on the other length, testing his throat with moist-sounding gulps that only further excited them. Then Robert had a fiendish idea, and snuck up behind to grab his son's head, then push Darren down to the hilt of Junji's dick.

"GLLLRRRK, NNNRRK!"

"You wanna be a slut so bad," teased the fire-dad, "let's see how good you are."

"O-OHHHH, KUSO!" Junji gasped at the tightness. "R-robert, haaaah!"

"You wanna get with my boy so bad, you gotta test him proper!"

Despite the force of his father's hand, Darren rolled his eyes at being forced to deepthroat until precum squirted out his nose. Grover was shocked but aroused all the more, his cheeks gone apple-red as his tongue danced around Junji's cocktip, where a sudden shot of pre painted his snout. After a few gulping heaves from Darren, whose throat felt wonderfully tight around the twitching pole and almost convinced him to cum, the sceptile motioned the two to back off and let him rest.

"Haaaah, tha, th-that is enough," he gulped, "don't want to cum too early for the dessert."

"GLRRRK, GUUH!" Darren pulled back with a cough. "D-dad, what the hell!"

"What, I thought you loved dick," Robert snickered, "how about I make it up to you, after both of you clean me up next?"

"Heh, sure."

The charizard laid down on his side with his head next to the bed, showing his thick puckered ass and hefty orange balls with a drooling half-flaccid dick draped across them. Grover took the crotch for himself, putting his head to the floor and suckling the glans that dribbled hot semen, whilst Daren laid on his front to stuff his face into his daddy's rear. His snout poked one of the thick-muscled cheeks as he huffed that thick spicy scent, a warm smoulder that made the boys throb when the son slurped across Robert's ring, then kissed the sweet pink hole which he could tell had been practicing on that dildo.

His tongue slipped inside and suckled around the depths, while he panted and breathed and sucked in that sweet-spice aroma, swirling his tongue into the folds and sucking harder at the ridged walls to taste every bit of his handsome papa. Grover meanwhile was deep in those sweat-filled balls, letting droplets smear across his nostrils and feed a thicker odour into his mind. He was exactly as masculine as he expected Robert to smell, and it only made Grover hornier when he jerked himself off.

But Junji slipped up to smack his hand away, wagging his finger to restrain himself for later on and to focus on pleasing his partner. The grovyle went back to sucking those fat orbs, nuzzling the hot glans, and smooching all over the shaft that curled backwards towards him. Then it started to harden once more and made the grass-type crawl forwards to underneath Robert's belly, where he could keep sucking away on that meaty harpoon with happy whimpers.

"Ohhhh yeah," the charizard sighed, "now this is the life, boys like you know how to treat a guy proper."

"They certainly do, "Junji sat nearby, "we raised them so well to be such loving boys."

"Mmhmm...get your tongue in there deep, son, I wanna know how a good gay boy does it right."

"Mmmmhhh, haaah, y-you know it dad," Darren panted, "fuck your ass tastes the best."

"Damn right it should."

He chuckled with an odd grin at Junji, a somewhat-bashful look he kept hidden from the boys as the sceptile gave a thumbs up. Robert was enjoying this strange dominant tone, and how the sons reacted so eager to please him at every turn. It was somewhat intoxicating, and he started to realise why Darren enjoyed pleasing so many males, especially with such an eager tongue drilling his depths and sucking over the folds with a rippling curl. He was shocked how good his son was at this, and it caused him to spurt thick pre all over Grover's face, now marked with both the seniors' love in a cross-pattern over his snout.

"Mmmmmph, g-gods!" Robert groaned. "Alright, that's enough, anymore and I'll shoot again."

"Already?" Junji smirked. "Goodness, he must be very gifted, I shall have to find out myself another day. But for now."

He pulled up the grovyle onto all fours and sat up behind him, rubbing his knees against Grover's thighs before lining up his cocks below that leafy tail. His son trembled with a happy grin, licking his lips and panting with his heart doing backflips at the coming prospect of his daddy breeding him. Only in his most intrusive of thoughts did he imagine this, and all he could do was grind back against him.

Likewise, Robert pulled up his son and had him on all fours in front of Grover. With a firm grip on the flaming tail, the charizard mirrored Junji's posture and pushed Darren a little forwards until both sons pressed their lips to each other. They dared not speak for fear of ruining the magic, and with a sudden zeal they kissed in a rite of passion, harder and stronger than ever before with their tongues sucked hard, their cheeks slurped from within and their rears being grinded by their fathers' thick staffs.

They both knew they were ready, when Robert and Junji pushed inside their sons who gasped with pure bliss. Their asses were already lubed enough, that even the less-experienced Grover managed to take both his daddy's cocks with some relative ease, though a twisting grind of his hips was needed to try and squirm the twin sceptres in. The grovyle's walls spread that little bit further, his gasping whimpers were swallowed by Darren as their tongues embraced as one. Confidence rose high as they both pushed back against their fathers, who groaned at the hot clap of their thighs together whilst the two elders smiled to each other.

"Ohhhh...mmmmph," Junji sighed, "ch-chisa...aishitemasu."

"Thassa good boy, " Robert whispered, "how's the cock you came from, huh?"

"MMMMHHH, f-fuuuuck!" Darren trembled. "G-gods dad that's really, nnnnngh!"

"Yer throbbing harder, though, I can feel it. Just let daddy do all the work."

The sons rolled their eyes in pleasure as their fathers went deeper, smacking their hips in a steady rhythm that soon synchronised as one. Fattening glots of pre sprayed across the younger males' internal walls, drenching them in a thicker love that felt somehow hotter than anyone else's. Their bodies were drenched in sweat from exertion, the lads sucked harder and swallowed each other's spit in a growing hunger.

The fathers picked up speed and mashed their bellies against their sons' rears, pressing the boys' lips to each other tighter as their rabid smooches intensified with panting sucks and whimpering drool. Junji gripped Grover's cheeks tighter, spreading them wider to watch his dicks hammer inside that hole and savour this moment. His heart throbbed with the deepest desire, and hearing his son whimper made him pump even harder with a shuddering groan. So too did Robert hump faster, knowing his son could take as hard as he could give with his balls slapping against Darren's own.

It was hard to tell who came first amongst the foursome, with eyes closed and cocks twitching all over until someone cried out with a trembling joy. Grover clenched up tight on the deep pounding dick, that squeezed through their walls and grinded hard as they could before he spurted thick on the carpet. Then Junji moaned and filled up his son, then Robert came too with a powerful roar that shook through all three of them, as he flooded his son's insides with purest charizard seed.

Darren collapsed in a heaving splendour, as did Grover with faces down and asses up to let their daddies pound them throughout all their orgasms. Cum thickened to four puddles from two families, their trembling bodies ached with exertion as porous white drooled out of rears and spattered down their legs, before the fathers were done at last. They sighed great effort and slumped to the side, still buried in their sons that they pulled close to their chests.

"Holy," whispered Grover, "th-that was...that was the best thing ever."

"You said it, dude," Darren wheezed, "damn I knew dad was thick but he really gaped me."

"Hm, yer just saying that," Robert kissed his head, "sorry if I were a li'l bit much."

"NO, no no no you were great!"

"Yeah seriously!" the grovyle nodded sharp. "That was super hot, I-i couldn't, um, uh...thank you."

"Glad we could help," Junji nuzzled him, "so, this means you know about me and Robert, and we know about you and Darren."

"Soooo what do we do?" the charmeleon grinded into his dad's balls. "Feels like things are gonna be a li'l different."

"How so? We all love each other, yes? We're just going to be more open about it."

"So like, bending me over the kitchen table when you need to get off?"

"I mean if yer offering," his father squeezed his belly, "I'm kinda new to all this gay stuff so, I dunno whut the rules are yet."

"Hah, well," Grover licked his lips, "I wouldn't mind you bending me over, i-if you need it."

"Fuck yeah, we can slut it up!" Darren bumped elbows with him. "We could each have like two boyfriends!"

"Or three," the sceptile waggled his brows, "don't forget your own fathers."

"Frankly, I wouldn't trust anybody else," Robert smiled back, "Junji here's helping me embrace a new life and it's been real nice."

"Awww, that's great!" his son reached behind to hug his head. "I-i can give you some tips if you need 'em."

"Only if you don't mind me borrowing your boy," he winked at Grover, "now whut say we all get cleaned up and figure out who's sleeping where?"

"Well, um," the grovyle cleared his throat, "I was having a sleepover so, you know, with Darren."

"Very well," Junji petted him, "I locked our door before we came over, and I'd rather not put on my clothes again after the mess we made so, if you do not mind me sleeping in your bed?"

"Not at all," the charizard beamed, "I owe you a lot, Junji. Thank you."

They reached over to kiss, as did Darren and Grover in a sweet embrace of all four before the dads pulled out of their sons, leaving a sloppy trail of milk from their well-used rears. They went to shower two at a time, the sceptile with his son like they always did, then Robert and Darren doing the same with their burning tails steaming against the hot water. They soaped themselves down and teased each other about a round three, but they knew in their hearts they were too exhausted for more this night, as they dragged their clean and tired bodies to their separate beds.

Grover fell asleep the moment he hit Darren's covers, before the charmeleon climbed on top of him and kissed his cheek sweetly. Robert and Junji curled up in the charizard's bedroom, after cleaning off the dildo and putting it back in its box before Ashfield snoozed behind Aokiyama. For the longest time, they felt something had been missing from their lives despite the greatest friendship between their families. But now they were complete, and from this night forth, they would be one single family together.