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"Ah, nothing more relaxing than a day at the beach!" Asgore sighed contentedly, adjusting the large umbrella so that his pair of long beach chairs were fully in the shade. "What do you think, kiddo?"

"I have to admit, I wasn't thrilled to come here today, but it's really nice out right now." His son, Asriel, stretched his arms out as he got into a comfortable position on the chair next to his dad. "I'm just happy to get out of the classroom for a bit." The younger goat monster had been going to college for a couple years now and was well on his way to completing a degree. His father was particularly proud of the fact that he'd been at the top of his classes since enrolling. "Not that I don't like school, mind you, it's just that I kinda needed a bit of a mental reset with a nice change of scenery like this." He turned to look at the elder goat beside him. "Pass me a drink, please?" He motioned to the family-sized cooler next to his father.

"You got it!" Asgore reached into the huge cooler, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out a bottle of his favourite beer.

A sly grin wormed its way onto Asriel's face as he received the bottle. "Oh, you know me so well." He casually twisted the top off with minimal effort and went to town on the drink.

"You're my flesh and blood, I think I'd know what you like at this point." Asgore leaned back in his chair, letting his luscious, golden mane act as sort of a cushion for his head. Having a chance to reflect on his life, he thought it was honestly remarkable how much his child took after him - there were photos snapped of him when he was younger, where he looked like the spitting image of his son. The main difference being, of course, the thick, fluffy facial hair he started cultivating at that point. It made him look older than he was, and it garnered him a lot of positive attention.

He was quite the stud in his time, only he didn't let himself go like other men his age. No, he kept the gain train running through years of manual labour. His body was now one that other men could only dream of having. Pectorals that were hard as diamond which pushed out to the point that one could use them as pillows, arms like steel cables that could carry even the heaviest of loads, shredded abs that resembled a miniature mountain range with their peaks and valleys, even a set of massive quads whose circumferences were best measured in feet. He was an impressive specimen of a dad and he clearly set an example for the young goat.

Asriel was no slouch in his own right. Despite being pretty studious, the goat monster also took pride in his appearance. While nowhere near as gigantic as his dear old dad, he was still pretty beefy, especially compared to other men his age. There must be something in those monster genes as he didn't need any weight training to enhance his physique, which was fine by him as he felt like that was a lot of work anyway. None of that mattered as his body made him quite popular regardless.

"Don't go chugging the entire thing right away." Asgore reminded the younger monster. "I don't need you getting hammered after we just got here."

Asriel let out a snicker after a particularly long swig. "Ah, you don't have to worry about me, old man. I've had plenty of practice holding my liquor."

"You have, have you?" Asgore turned his head towards his son, cocking a brow at the statement.

"On weekends and holidays when I wasn't studying, of course." His father couldn't tell through the shades that adorned his face, but Asriel shot the older monster a knowing look. "Besides, I take after you. How much beer did you put in that cooler?"

"Oh, uh," Asgore's face turned a deep shade of beet red, "several... cases worth..." He bashfully admitted.

"Seems like the apple didn't fall far from the tree after all." Asriel gave his dad an impish laugh, punctuating it with a snort.

Asgore himself chuckled, only realizing then just how much booze he brought along. "Heh, guess I underestimated just how much I can put away." Shrugging his burly shoulders, he reached into the cooler and pulled out a beer for himself. "I suppose I shouldn't let you have all the fun, huh?"

The pair of them stayed in the shade for a little while, knocking back brews, with Asgore occasionally having to readjust the umbrella to block out the sun while it moved across the sky. Having it directly overhead meant that heat was beating down something fierce, but neither of them minded as it gave them more than enough of an opportunity to keep drinking cold ones.

"Sho then I shaid, 'wait'll you get a load of these gunsh!'" Energetic from not having done a whole lot so far, Asriel vigourously brought his arm up into a pump, his bicep bulging greatly.

Asgore grinned, he could tell the alcohol was starting to get to his son. He genially nudged the younger goat in his arm. "Hey, I heard you slurring your words. I'm cutting you off for now?"

"Oh, fuck." Asriel playfully giggled. "What, sho you have your liquor licenshe then?"

"As the keeper of the beer, it is my duty to ensure that all patrons are drinking within their limits." Asgore recited in a faux-haughty delivery. "And you, sir, have been cut off for the time being." He chuckled as he dropped the act. "I've still got water in here."

Upon hearing that, Asriel quickly downed the rest of his current drink in a single swig, then placed the bottle with the other empties in the standing-up group beside him. "Alright, hit me up." He caught the water bottle tossed at him and chugged the entire thing at once. "Yeah, that hit me right." He sighed, satisfied with his current condition.

The two of them were able to relax a bit after a while, helped along by watching the other monster people playing in the sun and surf. Asgore particularly found peace watching the tide come in and out, reveling in the tranquility of the gently rocking waters. It got him thinking about where the water diverged into the nearby river and how that traveled down some ways until it hit the waterfall. All those litres of pure, unfiltered water just pouring over the rocky cliff, constantly streaming day after day after- "Goddamn it." He huffed, getting out of his seat.

"Hmm?" Asriel's serenity-induced trance was broken by the sudden commotion. "Where are you off to?" He angled his head in his father's direction.

Giving his limbs a good stretch after sitting down for so long, Asgore sighed. "I gotta hit the can."

Asriel rubbed his chin in thought. "I think I remember seeing it by the entrance where we came in."

Asgore looked at his son like one does to a child. "You'll be okay by yourself?"

A confident smirk contorted Asriel's mouth as he looked over the rim of his sunglasses. "I'm not a little kid anymore, dad. I'll be fine. Now go, before you embarrass yourself."

Asgore nodded before departing for the small building that housed the beach's restrooms. Lumbering back to the entryway, he idly scratched his torso through his furry treasure trail, which ran from his barrel chest down to his tapered crotch. He had to chuckle when he wondered if Asriel would end up as hairy as he had gotten over the years.

Finally, he made it to the washrooms. Though it wasn't a particularly long walk all things considered, the overbearing presence of the sun certainly made it quite the arduous journey. It wasn't as if Asgore could exactly run either as his body was long past having the ability to do that thanks to the tremendous bulk he had packed onto his frame.

Public restrooms always made the huge goat monster uneasy, mostly because of how crowded they could be as well as how disgusting they could end up becoming through neglect. Peering inside, he quickly became relieved when he could see that the room was seemingly empty as well as thoroughly maintained by the beach staff. Not being able to wait any longer, he made his way inside.

"Ah, bit of a tight squeeze." He muttered to himself as he jammed himself inside the bathroom stall. Thankfully for him, he could actually fit his titanic frame inside the boxed-in booth, though both arms grazed the side of the impeccably pristine wall. He had to admit that it was a first for him to be in a public washroom and not seeing graffiti anywhere. Knowing the local populace, he was certain that might change as soon as someone hears of the free artistic real estate available here.

Feeling like his bladder was about to burst if he waited any longer, he pulled the front of his trunks down and plopped out his prodigious monster prick. He would sheepishly admit that he was incredibly proud of its size as not even he was able to encircle the shaft with a single one of his hands. Hell, even when flaccid it would give most, if not all, of his constituents trouble in that regard.

"Why do they have to make these things so damn tiny?" He griped to no one in particular. The toilet was undoubtedly small in comparison to the porcelain throne he had back home, but it was his only option as there were surprisingly no urinals that he could make use of. Oh well, this will do in a pinch.

Asgore sighed in satisfaction as the tension he'd been holding for the last little while escaped through the slit on his cockhead in a golden stream. He had tons of experience relieving himself while drinking, so he was able to ensure that not a single drop got anywhere else other than the receptacle. It was a point of pride to him that he was able to hit the inside of the bowl with incredible precision despite it being way smaller than what he really needed. "Man, I really had to go! How much did I drink?" He swore he lost a couple pounds right then and there. When all was said and done, he flushed the toilet, gave his dick a few shakes to flick off any remaining liquid, and was finally ready to head back to his son.

It was when he was shuffling his shorts around his junk that he accidentally knocked the toilet paper dispenser off the stall wall with a force he barely even registered but it still meant that he was successful in sending it plummeting to the ground. "Oh dear..." He'd of course put it back in its rightful spot as that was the polite thing to do, but that posed a couple issues.

Problem number one - Asgore is much too tall to try and reattach the dispenser while standing up. While he's able to just barely reach where it's supposed to be affixed to the wall, there was no possible way for him to ever get a hold of the dispenser itself while it's on the ground. Which leads to the second problem - Asgore is much too big to bend over to retrieve it. Were he to try, he'd certainly bow out - and possibly completely break open - the stall door, which is the last thing he'd want to deal with at this point in time. Barely having enough space to turn around as is, the monster goat decided it was best if he just sat on the toilet as that would give him the maximum amount of room to work within the cramped bathroom cubicle.

Grumbling to himself, he bent down to pick up the dispenser, only to catch a suspiciously smooth hole in the wall next to him out of the corner of his eye. He traced the perfect circle with his finger, wondering what it was for, only to gasp when a random dick flopped through it. The sudden intrusion raised his heartbeat in an instant and he was in the process of getting up to leave when he heard a voice from the other side of the wall.

"Hey, don't go!" It called out in a singsong manner. "I've been having a rough go of things lately. Help a guy out, huh?"

Asgore didn't know what to think. The situation was alien to him and the only thing on his mind was skedaddling.

But he didn't.

The truth was that everything surrounding this situation wasn't totally foreign to him, as he had plenty of intimate knowledge involving getting down with other men, even total strangers. As weird as it was, Asgore was rather intrigued by the prospect of giving another dude a blowjob in an environment that was both public and private at the same time. He assumed he was supposed to suck them off, of course.

Asgore leaned forward to get a better look at the intrusive dick, instantly getting a whiff of the other guy's very masculine scent. It encouraged him to get even closer, so he did. He took another deep breath and lasciviously exhaled, clearly excited by the heady aroma. By this point his muzzle was practically touching the rigid cockflesh, the monster entirely engrossed by this random man's musk.

The goat then takes the next step and gives the pole a cursory lick, savouring the intense flavour it gave off. He hummed to himself in enjoyment, his heart racing at the reality of the situation. He gave another lick, and then another. Pretty soon, he had lapped all over some other guy's cock without even getting his name beforehand. It was a first for the older monster, but it had him wondering if it would be the last time that he did this.

"That's good." The voice cooed, obviously pleased with the goat's handiwork. "Now take the plunge."

Asgore did just that, though he had to reposition slightly in order to best do the job. Slowly, but eagerly, he took the tip into his mouth, his tongue playing with the slit. The man on the other side of the wall gave off an aroused moan, with the monster clearly hearing that the stimulation he was giving made the dude shiver.

Using that as encouragement, Asgore pushed onwards. He bobbed down the length of the rod until his nose came into contact with the base of the guy's cock, his pelvis obviously pressed flush up against the wall. Some dark purple pubic hair was poking through the hole as well which the goat decided to sniff. Nostrils buried deep in the fuzz, he inhaled and loudly groaned as a soul-shocking electric impulse spread throughout his body, as if every one of his nerves were activated all at once. The sensation shot right to his groin, awakening his mammothian schlong. It tented his trunks greatly, so much so that he was afraid they might rip if he didn't let it free just now.

Achingly hard, Asgore kept going, picking up the pace of his cocksucking. The experience was rather impersonal from both ends, but he could still hear the guy's breathing getting more ragged as well as him letting out a gasp every so often. He, meanwhile, was moaning around the prick in his mouth, thoroughly enjoying the taste as he slathered it entirely with his tongue. The broad appendage could surprisingly cup it well if he were to contour it to the pole, it being a testament to just how much larger the monster was to the average man.

"I'm not going to lie to you," the dude's voice decidedly more down-to-earth now, "you are far better than I could've ever imagined you to be. It's super rare for me to find someone as talented as you are all the way out here."

As embarrassing as it was, Asgore grew rather proud when he heard the praise coming from some man he'd never met before. Of course, it didn't stop a rosy-pink blush from creeping onto his cheeks, but it gave him the motivation to keep going. He quickened his tempo, bobbing along the shaft faster now. He couldn't tell who was more into the experience between the two of them, but with the way his own shaft throbbed with his heartbeat he knew that he was loving this.

Another thing that amazed him was the fact that, despite being clearly larger than this guy could ever dream of being, the dick in his mouth was reaching the back of his throat with little effort. Whoever this guy was, he should be proud that he possessed a magnum dong in his own right.

More moans emanated from the man's mouth, meaning Asgore was doing a fantastic job. "Damn it all, you're good, but I'm not gonna last much longer at this rate."

That was all the older goat had to hear. Moving his head the fastest he possibly could, he glided back and forth on the shaft with all the vigour of when he did this more in his youth. To truly make this a memorable experience, he let his teeth lightly graze the cock, sending extra pulses of euphoria back through the man's system.

"Fuck!" Asgore heard the guy slam his hands on the wall. "I can't take it anymore, I'm coming!" The other man cried out, not caring if anyone heard him. Asgore stopped in his tracks and pressed his muzzle as far as it would go down the shaft and kept his lips tight, forming a seal to keep all the jizz contained. Just then, the floodgates burst open and Asgore was suddenly inundated with the dude's cum. It painted the back of his tongue and throat, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. It did die down rather quickly, but the monster wasn't upset by that. Sure, it was paltry compared to his own gargantuan loads, but it was pretty impressive by normal standards.

Making sure he swallowed everything down, Asgore sighed contentedly and stood up. As weird as the whole thing was, he liked it overall and honestly didn't mind if it happened to him again. All there was to do now was clean up and head back out to the beach. He tried to duck down to retrieve his shorts currently around his ankles, only to hear the voice talk again.

"Hey man, don't go just yet. Stay here and let me take care of you too." There was an eagerness that shone through the words like that of someone about to skydive for the first time. "I saw just how much that leviathan between your legs bulged out of your trunks when you walked in and I wanna have a go with it."

"I-I don't know." Asgore hesitated, thinking he'd spent enough time here as is and that it would seem really weird to his son if he weren't back by now. "I really think I should be heading out now."

"Oh my god, I totally love your voice, man!" "If I could somehow, I'd absolutely let your voice fuck me."

That was an... odd thing to say, but Asgore thought that praise was praise, right? "Umm..."

"Look, I can clearly see by the puddle of precum on the ground by your feet that you desperately need attention right now." This startled Asgore, who looked down to that, indeed, there was a translucent pile of goo in between his feet that was coming from his overwhelmingly drooling cockhead.

Asgore gulped. "Um, I think I'm okay. I can deal with this myself."

"Nonsense, it's only right." The man persisted.

Asgore weighed his options, knowing that it would be incredibly suspect if he took even more time screwing around in here, but also knowing that he hated passing up the opportunity to bust a fat nut. "If you really want to..."

"I do!" The voice beamed, happy that he was actually getting the chance.

With that, Asgore shrugged his shoulders and went on to try and reciprocate the other man's actions. It took no effort to line up his dick up with the hole, so he went ahead and pushed it into the wall only to run into a huge problem - he could only fit the tip through.

Whereas this other guy had a fairly sizeable cock, Asgore had an absolute log of monster fuckmeat attached to his pelvis. He had a monolithic prick that was the envy of men everywhere, accentuated by a pair of pendulous balls that positively roiled with seed at every given opportunity. It was a prodigious crotch rocket that no one has been able to take entirely by oral means. Maybe this would be the first time? Probably not, but he was still anxious enough to try.

"Holy fuck." Was all that came from the other side. "This is real? This thing is actually a part of you?" The dude lovingly caressed the cockhead, rocketing intoxicating bliss back into the goat's body.

Asgore whined, his hands gripping the top of the stall as his knees almost buckled. "The rest of it is still in here with me, but I can assure you that the entire thing is genuinely authentic."

There was nothing but stunned silence from the man for a few moments. "Mister, whoever you are, it would be a goddamn travesty if I didn't service you right now." The grip on the monster's tip was firmer, as if he didn't have a choice in backing out anymore. "I need to do this. No, I have to do this."

"Go ahead then." Asgore commanded, doing his absolute best to keep his composure. He continued to brace himself on the wall as sustained bolts of pleasure rocked his body.

The other dude wordlessly ran his tongue all around the swollen mushroom head, smearing the goat's pre all over whatever part of the cock he could reach. It was when Asgore felt his dick getting kissed that he learned through touch that the man had a muzzle and was covered head to toe in scales.

The guy sharply exhaled onto his tip, clearly from the excitement he was feeling as he let out an embarrassingly whorish moan when he tried to fit the head in his mouth. Asgore could feel the man repeatedly try to take in his humongous girth, only to fail over and over again. He thought that'd be how the entire experience would go, until he finally felt the other dude's mouth slip completely onto his rod. The only thing that would make sense is if he were dealing with a reptile of some kind, like a snake or something.

Now properly form-fitted to the schlong the man had no choice but to breathe through his nose, but it seemed like he was more than capable of doing that like this wasn't the first time he'd been stretched past his normal limits. While there wasn't much length he could play with, he still wanted to make this as pleasurable for his guest as he could. Mustering all the strength he had welling up inside him, he forced his mouth to advance onto Asgore's shaft, getting a heaping dollop of pre as a reward.

The older goat bit his lower lip, completely unaccustomed to the sensation of someone actually getting his tip in their mouth. He was certain that this man would be written into the history books if he hadn't already. His cock throbbed, absolutely oozing the sweet nectar of his loins right onto the other man's tongue. Had he been able to put any more of his dick through the hole, he was certain that he'd be well into the guy's throat right now.

The dude moaned lewdly around the monster's tip, also thinking how legendary this encounter was for him. He didn't think it'd be all that great for the both of them if he just stayed in one spot and salivated over the cock stretching him wide, so he dragged his mouth back to the tip. Then he went forth again, only this time finding it far easier. This continued until his mouth had loosened up to the point where he could just slide it along the parts of the cock in the hole. It wasn't exactly ideal for him as well, but he was determined to make the best out of it.

The clamping pressure around Asgore's prick felt unreal to him. Never in a million years would he have thought that a chance meeting in a restroom of all places would turn an already great day into an unforgettable one. The grip he had on the top of the stall held strong, warping slightly in his direction as the muscles in his torso all flexed simultaneously. Pecs that were scant centimetres from the wall now kissed the metal, the sweat-matted fur in between them mashed against it. His traps, while more than impressive when relaxed, rose to the bottoms of his ears, basically tickling them with every flex. More of the metallic wall curled inward as his biceps bunched into powerful peaks of monster muscle, pencil-thick veins snaking over them like roads as if his arms were the backdrop of a twin set of maps. Even his abs got in on the action, tensing up as tight as they could possibly go and resembling a cobblestone road in an older part of his kingdom.

Asgore could feel himself involuntarily hump his pelvis forward, into the already too-small hole. He knew it was a fruitless endeavour to try and get any more of himself through, but it wasn't like he could stop his body from doing something he wasn't consciously trying to do in the first place. Nevertheless he uncontrollably persisted, slamming what little of his cock fit in and out of the hole. He expected nothing to come from it, until he felt the hole give way just a bit. This was the breakthrough he was looking for.

Redoubling his efforts, Asgore pressed harder, forcing more of his cock into the hole. It wasn't an entirely pleasant feeling, as evident by the snarling he was doing when he felt the pain of his dick getting pinched on all sides. Still, he kept going. Every crash of his meaty shaft into the hole made it bow out that much further, getting him closer and closer to achieving his ultimate goal.

The random guy, on the other hand, was feeling like he didn't have to do anything at all except enjoy the ride. He stopped bobbing when he first felt the cock in his mouth move and was now committed to getting the entire thing inside him. All he did was press up against the wall, feeling the mighty goat fuckstick stretch him out further than he ever had been before. Just then he felt it - the tip hit the back of his throat. The only problem was that he knew that there was more to come.

Asgore bleated out loud as more parts of the wall gave way around his elephantine kidmaker. Resolute in his actions, he forced more and more of himself through the wall until-

"Aahh!" He growled, his heart beating a million miles an hour. Finally, he did it - he had fully penetrated his hugemongous shaft through the metal wall. The parts of the wall where his dick is now had splayed outward into the other man's stall. Now without any resistance, he was free to go as hard as he wanted, which he fully intended to. The only problem is that all that fucking had stimulated him to the point where he could feel his roiling cum tanks pull up. Like someone pulled his plug, his hips slowed to a crawl and his cumpipe bulged with a fresh load of the most potent seed that any monster could ever hope to produce. The dam had burst, and nothing could hold it back.

The other man could do nothing but just sit there and take in everything offered. In an instant, he could feel his stomach hit maximum capacity, and then keep going as if it were a balloon. Rope after sticky rope shot down his gullet. It had gotten to the point where he wondered if his inflated belly was going to keep him stuck here for a bit.

When things eventually died down, Asgore felt like he was going to collapse. He let go of his grasp, not realizing that his fingers left imprints in the metal. It took him a moment to collect his bearings, remembering that there was someone else in the room with him. He wanted to look over into the next stall to see if the man was okay, but he knew that that was improper etiquette. "Are you alright over there?"

"This is the best fucking day of my life!" The other guy cheered. "Lemme tell you, it was an honour taking your cock today, and if you ever find yourself here some other time, then I'll gladly do this again."

Asgore considered doing just that.

***

After what seemed like an eternity, Asriel finally saw his overly-muscled father amble up to him. "Jeez, you were gone for ages! What, did you get lost or something?"

Asgore could only warmly smile as he replayed the events that he just experienced in his head over and over again. "Naw, I was just really pent up."

That gave Asriel pause; he looked over the rim of his shades at his sweaty dad. "I think you're getting your idioms mixed up again." He turned back around and rested his head on the chair.

"Heh, yeah, I probably did." Asgore chuckled.