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Brandon relaxed against the leather of his chair, shifting his weight to one side. He was feigning interest in the client's story, and doing so effectively. But the ruse was tiring all the same.

They were set up in Brandon's office, a large space decorated in the traditional sense. Lots of wooden furniture, leather upholstery, and book cases dominating the walls. One wall was floor-to-ceiling windows, looking to the distant lake shore and sun low in the sky beyond it.

The decorations had never been particularly to Brandon's tastes, but he was fifth in line for the office. It had been handed from father to son for that many generations, a comfortable position in a company that was far too advanced for such a dated aesthetic. But, it had its uses. Older clientele tended to adore the office, the cigars laying in a humidor at the ready, the alcohol in crystal ware that adorned a side table.

The client was still bumbling on about his acquisitions on his latest journey, meeting foreigners and sharing rather trite opinions of the culture, the unique local Pokémon, and their lack of business sense. All bluster, given the client's massive losses in his own history. Saved only by a fortune more massive than the losses.

Lum was acutely aware of his trainer's distaste for the individual, and his increasing desire to conclude the meeting. Lum moved to the table of drinks, lifting a round serving tray. He placed a glass on it, a large ice cube in the glass, and lifted Brandon's favored bourbon.

Lum was an average lucario in most respects. He stood just below four feet tall, he did not have any remarkable traits, and came off with the same calm demeanor most lucarios exhibited. Outside of battle, at least. In the office, he was calm, quiet, a perfect little gentlemonster. He was also adorned appropriately, a waist-apron around his hips. He even wore a tie, black with silvery embroidery. There was a hole halfway down, rimmed by silvery threading, allowing Lum's chest spike to poke free.

Much like the office, Lum's ties were inherited down his family line. Technically, Brandon inherited them to make his lucario wear, just as his father had. But Brandon's views had diverged from the concept of Pokémon as tools for use. Certainly his ancestors would be upset about this, if they were around to know of it.

Lum brought the tray to Brandon, pouring the bourbon into the glass. Stopping when Brandon's hand lifted. The glass was set neatly next to him, before Lum returned to where he rested during business.

“That lucario is so obedient. Need myself one like that." The client chortled, lifting his own mostly empty glass, eyeing it. “I suppose I ought to hold off, traveling home soon and all." He lowered the glass, lifting the cigar that rest beside it to savor instead.

“His name is Lum. And yes, we're very proud of our family lucario line. It wouldn't do to put such efforts into the Pokémon we produce, and then be accompanied by a subpar specimen, mm?" Brandon offered, before taking a drink from his fresh glass.

“Indeed. Lum, that's right. Named after a berry." The client gruffly chuckled, looking over to Lum. Lum met his eyes, staring back at the client. The client only lasted a moment before looking back to Brandon. “An odd name for a lucario, don't you think?"

Brandon waved his hand dismissively. “He's always loved them. More than anything." Brandon smiled to himself a little, “Well, more than most anything. He also took to the name."

The client grunted, nodding absently. His eyes were back on the leather portfolio that rested in his lap. He flipped between a few pages, back and forth, before nodding to himself.

Brandon lifted his phone, eyeing the time. A notification was waiting, from Poké-Poker.

“I regrettably do need to wrap this up shortly. I've another meeting to attend to, and it wouldn't do for us to be late." Brandon lowered his phone, gazing back to the client.

“Yes… It all seems in order. You…" He looked up, “Lum. Bring me a pen." The client ordered with all the sincerity a file cabinet would deserve, rather than the pleasant affection a Pokémon deserved.

Lum took it in stride, just as eager for the next appointment as Brandon was. The lucario took a pin, placing it on his serving platter. He approached the client, offering the item. The braggart took the pen, signing the document. He lifted the portfolio, flopping it closed and dropping it back on Lum's tray, pen trapped between the pages.

Lum returned to Brandon, offering the tray. Brandon took it, flipping through to ensure every signature needed was present.

“Excellent mister Richardson." Brandon delighted to have the meeting conclude. “We'll get to work right away." Brandon stood from his chair, taking the portfolio to his standing desk. He set it beside the computer, turning back to see the client push himself up clumsily.

“Would you like Lum to escort you to your car?" Brandon tapped a finger at the wooden desk top.

“No, no. I'm not some waif needing assistance." Richardson grunted proudly, clearly mildly intoxicated. Enough to put his portly frame off kilter. Brandon would worry, were the man to drive himself. But Richardson had employed a driver for years at that point.

Brandon approached the door as the client prepared to leave. He took his hat from Lum, then coat. Richardson made a show of brushing at the coat, as if Lum had gotten fur stuck to it. Brandon knew all too well his well-brushed lucario had not, and instead that Richardson was putting on a show. He finally took his cane, nodding to Brandon.

“I look forward to our next meeting. A couple months and we can assess how everything is going." The client smiled, tipping his hat toward Brandon.

“Always a pleasure to meet with you, mister Richardson." Brandon lied.

Lum shut the door behind Richardson. Brandon let out a long-held sigh. Wasting most the afternoon on a meeting that could have been an email. Richardson just wanted someone to talk to- or a captive audience, really- and Brandon's job was to entertain that desire.

Brandon returned to his standing desk, signing into the computer. He only needed to file the documents, alert all those necessary they had the green light… and he was off for the weekend.

It wouldn't take long. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the time where he and Lum were alone in his office.

Brandon reached down, unzipping his slacks. His fingers fished inside, through the opening of his boxers. He pulled his shaft free, letting it flop out of the pants. Then he returned to work, standing there with his dick hanging free.

For a moment, at least. As Brandon worked, he could feel the puff-puff of a sniffing lucario nose against his cock. Right at the end, at the overhanging skin excess at the tip. Then a warm muzzle rubbing against it. Soon, Lum was on his knees below Brandon's desk. Turned perpendicular to Brandon, so Brandon's shaft was draped over and off the far side of Lum's muzzle.

Lum did love his lum berries. More than most anything. The one exception to that being his adoration of a human's cock. He seemed to have little interest in other lucarios, or any other Pokémon. And he favored intact men more than others.

Brandon wasn't sure how the fascination, or obsession, had begun. But for many years at that point, he had a lucario eagerly staring at, sucking on, tonguing, or worshipping his uncut length.

Brandon had few complaints about the arrangement.

His family had always been strict, raising their lucarios to be well behaved. And Lum was showing exactly that, resting in his place, just as he had been trained to. Quiet, unmoving, letting Brandon work.

The fact his place was in front of his trainer, cock balancing atop his muzzle like a treat, added a perverse pleasure to the arrangement. Brandon couldn't have Lum going for his cock- or anyone else's- at inopportune times, after all.

Brandon sent off the last email to get everything ready for the next week. He wanted to get everything moving Monday. Richardson had put together a large project for breeding more efficient farming Pokémon, which was truly rather noble. Also profitable.

And a side-project of breeding a better racing rapidash.

Brandon knew all too well Richardson had invested in a different group for a racing rapidash. And after years of breeding and selection, the rapidash they produced had lost every race spectacularly. Of course, Richardson had pretended none of it had ever happened, and Brandon had pretended he knew nothing of it.

If nothing else, he would enjoy watching rapidash breeding. Maybe even letting them take a turn at Lum.

Brandon shut down the computer, lifting his phone again. A message on Poké-poker confirmed their usual Friday appointment was on. Brandon stepped back from his computer, feeling Lum lean and turn to try and keep the shaft balanced on his nose.

Brandon looked down as his length flopped free, giving an affectionate smile down to Lum. He took his shaft in hand, pointing the flaccid length at Lum.

“Just a couple licks. We've got to get to the park if we don't want to be late."

Lum was on his cock before Brandon was done speaking. Kissing on the tip, overhang between his lips. Brandon grabbed Lum's ear, squeezing and groaning as a tongue pushed into his foreskin, swiping left-to-right, then pulled free. It shoved back in, roughly swiping the opposite direct before it retreated.

Lum pulled back, leaving Brandon half-hard with a wet cock tip. Brandon ruffled atop Lum's head, before tucking himself away and zipping up. A smile crossed his lips as he spotted Lum's waist apron was tented. He knew the lucario's slick, pink, shaft had poked free enough to press at it.

Lum's muzzle brushed at the desk, the lucario looking back and forth between the phone and Brandon. Brandon lifted the phone, opening the Aura-reader app. The phone itself had been rather expensive, but the new tech was worthwhile. Lum had a stronger aura than many lucario, but still far too weak for telepathic communication.

Brandon held the phone out in his palm. Lum lifted his hand, resting it atop the phone, and focused.

“May I wear the collar and leash, please?" a sweet, synthetic voice asked from the phone. Brandon had chosen it, sure the feminine tones fit his lucario well. Though Lum always looked ashamed at the voice being so feminine.

“Of course. Can't have a vicious lucario running about on his own, can we?" Brandon teased, smirking down at Lum.

“Yes sir. May I stop by the restroom before we head out?"

Brandon tutted his tongue, “You're not going to go masturbate in there, are you?"

Lum's eyes widened and his paw yanked back off the phone. If the lucario could blush, Brandon knew he would be.

Lum gave an adamant shake of his head, paws clasped in front of his apron.

“Good boy. Go ahead, I'll meet you out front. Don't forget to leave your outfit here." Brandon affectionately purred to his loving Pokémon. He ruffled atop Lum's head as Lum nodded, then quickly made his way out of the office.

Brandon waited on the building's entryway. They were the last leaving work for the weekend, the lot before them empty but Brandon's car. The wooden door opened, Lum stepping out from behind it and closing it. There was no visible lock on the door. One of the reasons their family kept a line of lucarios.

Lum brushed his paws along the door, the sound of mechanics and deadbolts moving as he guided them with aura. That done, he quickly moved to Brandon's side, affectionately leaning against the human's hip.

“I thought pink would do nicely today." Brandon affectionately teased, sliding a pastel pink collar around Lum's neck and snapping it shut, flipping the switch to lock it. He attached a matching pink leash, set with a short training handle and a full-length leash handle.

The office was situated on the edge of a park. Brandon led Lum along the trail, leash hanging slack between them. He held the leash with one hand, carrying the day's paper in the other.

They had made the trip many times before. The park was heavily wooded, with many smaller Pokémon roaming peacefully around it. There were hiking and jogging trails, bike trails further in. They followed a familiar jogging trail. The same one they followed every Friday.

The jogging trail was one of the less popular ones, care of its frequent changes in elevation. That made it more secluded, which was perfect for their needs. And their 'appointment' preferred that trail. Ideal conditions for their meetings.

There were occasional benches, stone and wood, along the trail for breaks. Brandon and Lum stopped at one, the same one they did each Friday. Brandon sat down, then gently tugged Lum to sit beside him.

“We have a couple minutes, based on his last Poké-poker message."

Lum let loose a meager, quiet whine. As he sat, Brandon could already see the inch of pink, slick canine shaft poking free of his sheath. Lum was quick to cross his paws over his lap, hiding it in case anyone passed by.

Brandon checked Poké-poker and confirmed the timing. He relaxed back on the bench, stroking between Lum's ears, soothing Lum's little whines to happy puffs. Not that it distracted him from the purpose of their location. The sound of a jogger had Lum perked up, eagerly watching, tail wagging a little. Only to slump when it wasn't their appointment.

The poor dog had three disappointments before their companion arrived. Lum yipped excitedly as Arthur came into view, the dog nearly hopping off the bench. He whined eagerly, but kept his place as he should. Arthur slowed his jog until he walked the last few paces to the bench, panting and sweaty. He pulled his ear buds free, tucking them into his pocket.

“Hey Brandon. How's it going?" he asked between pants.

“You can get up." Brandon patted Lum's back, the lucario immediately hopping off the bench and scampering to rub up against Arthur. His tail wagged about eagerly, cute little yips and barks escaping in Lum's excitement.

Brandon held out the leash to Arthur, smiling up to him. “It's going great. Long day, but nothing a well-earned weekend of relaxation can't fix."

Arthur took the leash's handle, then slid his other hand along it to take the short training leash, the handle just a few inches from Lum's collar. With that in hand, he stroked atop Lum's head, the lucario still yipping and puffing eagerly, hugging on Arthur's side. Arthur gently tugged, getting Lum's attention. He led Lum around behind the bench.

“Looks like it's going to be the same for me. That meeting you mentioned last week go alright?" Arthur skillfully maintained conversation while he set up just to the side of behind Brandon.

Brandon unrolled and opened the newspaper he had brought, flipping to the business section. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Arthur drop his shorts and jock strap. A soft 'paf' sounded as they hit the floor, followed immediately by excited whining and puffing. Lum's face was pressed against Arthur's dark shaft, eagerly rubbing his face, sniffing and whining at the length.

“Quiet Lum." Brandon chastised, already hearing another jogger on the path. Lum quieted himself immediately, but kept rubbing and nuzzling. He started to lap at the shaft, his tongue focused on the seam of dark foreskin and the barely-exposed pink cock head. Lum already had all of his shaft except his knot free.

“Yeah, it went… as it always does. He loves to brag, talk about all the things he's doing, all that like." He kept the paper up as the jogger passed by, helping hide what was going on behind him. Just a businessman and his friend, discussing life and the news.

“He has no one else, so it's understandable. Many that he associates with just want his money and nod along, or refuse to entertain him. Just needs someone to talk to." Brandon mused, looking across the paper before glancing back.

Arthur didn't respond, busy taking his shaft in hand and smearing the end over Lum's muzzle. The canine whimpered eagerly, licking at the belly of Arthur's shaft, eyes turned up and pleading to get it in his muzzle. Arthur was always one to tease, though. Both Brandon and Lum adored it, for their own voyeuristic and hedonistic reasons, respectively.

They couldn't stay there for too long, though. Not with the occasional jogger going past, others idly walking their Pokémon through, or Pokémon native to the park interrupting. Such was the downside of public play, though it meant Lum got what he wanted sooner.

“Open." Arthur growled in a quiet, stern voice. Lum did just that, opening his muzzle just wide enough for Arthur's shaft. Arthur guided his shaft onto Lum's tongue, sighing at the pleasant, moist heat brushing against it. He grabbed Lum by the base of his ears, pushing into his muzzle and shoving his whole cock in. There was a distinct gag-cough from Lum.

Another person approached. Brandon angled the paper, Arthur folding his arms on the back of the bench, leaning toward the paper. Brandon started talking about the stocks shown on the page, the jogger going past none the wiser to Lum bobbing and slurping hungrily on Arthur's cock.

When they had passed, Arthur stood up properly again.

“Fuck, he's hungry today." Arthur grunted, hands returning to Lum's ears. They gripped tighter this time, Arthur's hips starting to thrust in time with the ear tugging.

“Mmm, we were too busy today for anything. He hasn't gotten off, or any dick, since this morning." Brandon answered, quiet, watching out the corner of his eye.

“Poor thing." Arthur grunted, puffing breaths from a mix of his run and Lum's eager muzzle. Brandon watched with perverse glee. It always brought him such joy to see Lum's muzzle dribbling pre and saliva. To hear his throat be invaded over and over as Arthur thrust. Brandon's own shaft strained at his slacks, the sticky and wet feeling of pre spreading against his thigh.

Arthur knew their time was short, letting himself give in to the pleasure of a hot lucario muzzle. He grunted as his pleasure built, grabbing Lum's collar directly, instead of the leash. Arthur yanked hard, earning a distinct gag and choke from the Pokémon.

Arthur panted, muffling his groans as best he could. He released his load right into the clenching, massaging walls of Lum's throat. Arthur sighed as his orgasm subsided, holding the collar just a second longer to watch Lum struggle. Arthur finally let the pink handle free, Lum quickly pulling his head back to cough and swallow, clearing his throat. He panted and whimpered lustfully, nosing at the saliva-slick cock that had just been abusing his throat.

“That's a good boy…" Arthur cooed, stroking along Lum's ears. Lum gave an appreciative yip, then resumed nosing the steadily softening length.

Lum cleared his throat and swallowed again, licking at the half-hooded glans a couple more times. He was just about to engulf the shaft and suck on the half-hard length when Brandon interrupted him.

“There's a group coming up the trail. Walking." He quietly warned, adjusting the paper.

Lum gave a hungry whine. But he was a good boy. He kissed and licked at Arthur's shaft one last time, then took his leash and walked around to the front of the bench again.

As Brandon expected, Lum's shaft was mostly out, a bloated knot visible through his sheath. Lum lifted a leg, crossing it over the other, hiding his arousal with his thick blue thigh fur. Lum held the leash for Brandon to slip his hand through. Brandon resumed reading the paper while Lum rested his paws in his lap, making sure he couldn't be spotted.

Arthur stood next to Lum, properly dressed again. He ruffled his hands atop Lum's head, along his ears, telling the lucario what a cute puppy he was.

The group turned the corner. A handful of older people, talking a walk together. They greeted the two men and lucario, complimenting what a healthy and strong looking Pokémon he was. Brandon lowered the paper to respond, talking with the group a little bit before they moved on.

Arthur stepped back, smiling at Brandon.

“Same time next week?" He asked.

“Of course. Lum would be devastated if we didn't." Brandon responded, confirmed by a little yip from Lum.

“Good boy." Arthur praised, rubbing atop Lum's head one last time. He put his headphones back in, then Arthur resumed his run down the trail.

Brandon and Lum had to wait a little longer, until Lum was decent and ready to return to Brandon's vehicle. Brandon led Lum by the leash again, getting to the parking lot just as the sun setting.

Brandon and Lum pulled into the garage just as the nighttime bug types were starting to sing. They exited the car, ready for the weekend. It seemed they had perfect timing, as well. The rich, mouth-watering scent of dinner had permeated the house.

“Dinner's just about done." Chimed Alex's sweet voice from the kitchen.

“It smells amazing." Brandon responded, loosening his tie as he followed the voice.

In the kitchen, Alex was standing over the stove, sautéing something Brandon didn't recognize. Brandon was infinitely grateful that his family's company allowed him a salary that could support them both. Having a house-husband balanced his busy work life wonderfully.

Brandon gave Alex a quick kiss.

Alex smiled proudly, “Haven't disappointed yet!"

Brandon hugged around Alex from behind, stroking his fingers up and down the larger man's gut.

“All too right. Certainly the best chef this side of Johto."

“Damn right." Alex proudly boasted, leaning back against Brandon for a moment. “Mmh. You should go get changed. You stink like cigar."

Brandon rolled his eyes, “Cigars smell nice."

Alex pointed the spatula over his shoulder at Brandon. “Out. Go get changed, I don't want dinner getting cold."

Brandon sighed, releasing his hug. “Yeah yeah. Back shortly."

Alex crouched down as Brandon left, addressing Lum.

“Awww. I love when you wear the pink one." he cooed, Lum standing obediently standing just off to the side. Alex leaned in, kissing atop Lum's head. “Can you set the table for me?"

Brandon heard Lum's affirmative 'arf!' just as he turned down the hallway, out of earshot.

When Brandon was returned, both Alex and Lum were sat at the table, an empty spot awaiting Brandon. He was still in dress socks, but otherwise the opposite of his suit; a T-shirt and pajama pants, matching Alex's garb. Though Alex's was far more filled by the redhead's larger body.

Brandon told Alex about the day over dinner. Both how things had gone with Richardson, as well as their meeting with Arthur in the park. Alex mused how he really needed to make it to one of those, how he was eager to view Brandon indulging Lum's public fetish. There was plenty of teasing Lum from both the humans. Lum kept hold of Brandon's phone at home, allowing him to communicate with the Aura reader. Which only made it worse on the poor pup, embarrassed he had to say and respond to such lewd conversation.

After food and cleaning. the three migrated to the television room, putting on movie to watch with their ice cream. Lum was particularly fond of the cold treat; one that was suitable for a Pokémon, of course.

They weren't paying too much attention to the movie after the ice cream was finished. Brandon toted the bowls off to the kitchen. When he returned, Lum was half-laying into Alex's lap. His muzzle end nosing around the sizeable bulge between Alex's thighs. Brandon could hear Lum sniffing and making his horny, needy little 'arf' sounds.

“That didn't take long." Brandon teased as he settled back onto the couch. He put his hands on Lum's hips, guiding the Pokémon up onto all fours.

“He didn't get off today, of course he's fast." Alex responded, huffing as Lum's muzzle teased and rubbed into his bulge.

“Going to make him wait until the end of the movie?" Brandon asked, mostly out of formality. He knew all too well Lum wouldn't make it that long. Brandon leaned in, pushing Lucario's tail up along his back.

“He'd go into a horny rage before that." Alex chuckled, stroking at the back of Lum's head. “He's a hungry puppy, isn't he?"

Lum let out an 'arf!' of agreement, dragging his tongue over the thin pajama pants fabric. The bulge was more defined now, the curve of Alex's heavy sack defined from the stiff bulge of a hard shaft.

Alex lifted his hips, hooking thumbs into the pajama pants. He pushed them down his legs, around his ankles, then let them fall off the couch. Alex was wearing a black-and-red jockstrap beneath, “DADDY" on the elastic waistband. The jockstrap stood out stark against the pale skin and orange hair of Alex's belly and thighs.

Lum's nose was back in the bulge immediately, alternatively lapping at it and sniffing while nuzzling in.

“Poor thing… Maybe we should do something real special to get you off…" Alex teased, fingers tracing along the rim of Lum's ears. Lum was whimpering with need, further goaded on by Brandon under his tail. Brandon steadily licked over the pale pucker hidden there, tongue teasing along the rim before lapping over it. He gradually added more and more pressure, until his tongue spread the tight passage.

Lum groaned into Alex's bulge, muffled as Alex pushed him in harder.

“Sure sounds like he wants it." Alex teased, his other hand brushing along the side of Lum's muzzle. Lum arfed again, nodding into the bulge.

Alex finally gave in. He pulled his jock aside, a pair of huge balls flopping free first. Then a short, but exceptionally fat, cock. And on it, Lum's favorite part. While Brandon had the cock length in the relationship, Alex was distinctly thicker and then some. And he had overhang for days.

Lum nosed, whining with pleasure as the damp foreskin slid along his muzzle. He puffed and lapped at it, making the foreskin bounce and flop against his nose.

Alex had a stretching fetish, leading to his exceptional excess, but Alex had also started gifted in that area. Brandon thought that Alex's weight might contribute; the plush of his groin hiding some dick and making more skin hang off the end.

He loved it just as much as Lum did, though; his husband's dick a thing of beauty to both of Alex's lovers.

Brandon was pushing his tongue in-and-out of Lum's tail pipe, only stopping as Alex got his attention.

“Could you let his hips go?" the redhead asked.

Brandon pulled his tongue free of Lum's ass, just as what was about to happen dawned on him. “… Ohh, this should be good. Been a while!" Brandon said excitedly.

“Mmmhmm. Come here Lum. Up!" Alex commanded, tapping at his chest. Lum seemed to have caught on as well, excitedly moving his hands up to rest on Alex's plush chest. He was whimpering and panting with excitement, his hips rocking forward and back, causing his tip to drag around against Alex's huge balls.

“Good boy." Alex gave Lum's nose a kiss, then reached down. He took his foreskin in one hand, Lum's shaft in the other. After making sure the sheath was far enough back to free the knot-to-be, Alex lined them up. Lum's pre-spitting shaft rubbed against the rim of Alex's foreskin.

Lum had to be careful so he didn't slip out or hurt anything. Edging forward on his knees, letting his canine shaft sink into Alex's foreskin. The hot, slick interior felt nice, but the perverse act itself fueled Lum's lust far more than the sensations.

By the time the pointed tip was smearing around between Alex's cock head and interior foreskin, Alex's foreskin had covered half of Lum's shaft, from tip to the start of his knot. Alex started stroking his foreskin back and forth, holding the Lucario's shaft through it. Alex's other hand gripped around the base of Lum's shaft, massaging and holding the knot as it formed.

Brandon watched the rare show closely, having leaned over Lum's body to watch from the side.

“That's so fucking hot. Lucky dog." Brandon commented, fingers stroking up and down's Lum's side.

Alex laughed, one of those half-groaning half-laughing with pleasure kind of laughs.

“You're welcome to take a turn after him, this ride's open for business."

Brandon considered it for a moment, but shook his head. He loved Alex's cock, but he loved fucking a tight ass just as much.

“I'm good back here." He reached under the coffee table, grabbing a bottle of lube from the lower shelf. While Alex teased and milked Lum, Brandon got the canine Pokémon's ass lubricated, applying a good coating to his shaft as well.

Lum was shuddering, hips twitching, clearly close. Brandon settled in behind Lum, slick tip of his shaft teasing at the tight pucker. Lum whined, pushing back some, eager to have Brandon inside him.

Brandon was often a tease, and would do just that. But he was turned on too much, and knew he'd do better to be inside Lum when the Pokémon came, rather than forcing it in after.

He pushed with his hips, his hands on Lum's thighs to pull Lum back toward him. His shaft sunk in with practiced ease, engulfed in the hot, slick confines of Lum's ass. Lum took dick often enough that Brandon could sink in to the hilt, settling with his balls rubbing up against Lum's.

The pressure on his prostate seemed too much for Lum to handle. As Brandon pulled back and thrust in again, Lum let loose a groaning, barking sound. His head dipped, face pressing into Alex's chest. Alex held and massaged Lum's knot, gently tugging on the shaft as it spurted into his overhang over and over. He skillfully milked Lum to drag out his orgasm.

Brandon took little mercy on Lum, savoring how Lum's orgasm led to him clenching down on Brandon's shaft, over and over. Brandon gripped tighter on Lum's hips, thrusting throughout the Pokémon's orgasm.

Brandon was still at it when Lum finished, the canine whimpering adorably in his sensitive afterglow. Alex slowly guided Lum out of his foreskin, letting the cum spill out over his shaft. Alex released Lum's twitching shaft once it had been unsheathed from his foreskin.

Alex scooted back, resting against the arm of the couch. His hands grabbed one of Lum's ears each, then pulled Lum down. Lum quickly engulfed Alex's shaft, sucking on the short, fat length, and the long overhang. Long enough to tease down into his throat.

Alex was thick enough that both Lum and Brandon struggled with it, ending up with a sore jaw after a little while working it. Luckily for Lum, this time, Alex had already been stimulated plenty. Lum's shaft inside his foreskin, grinding into his slick glans, and then cumming inside it had gotten Alex pretty far along already.

Brandon kept thrusting, watching Lum work from behind, burying his fuzzy little chin between Alex's heavy balls. The teasing of the day, the special meeting earlier, had taken their toll. Seeing Lum working his husband's cock with such vigor and lust was a bit more than he could handle.

He gripped tighter on Lum's hips, hilting inside the lucario, balls grinding together. Lum's insides squeezed down, the canine Pokémon groaning around his mouthful of cock as his trainer's cum seeped into his insides.

“Fuck." Alex panted out, closing his eyes as he shuddered. He followed close behind Brandon, cumming into the hot muzzle, getting Lum seeded in both ends. Or, more properly, cumming into his own foreskin. Lum's tongue probed inside, stroked along the outside, helping it ooze out that excessive skin tube.

“Good boy… good boy…" Alex huffed, stroking at Lum's ears. He let Lum suck and work at his length for another minute, only stopping him when the tongue kept probing into his far-too-sensitive inner foreskin and glans.

He had to tell Lum to stop twice, earning the saddest little puppy eyes and whining from the lucario.

Alex huffed, rubbing along Lum's forehead. “If you be good, maybe you can suck on it more before bed."

That concession seemed to appease the cock-hungry canine. He let the shaft free of his muzzle, nosing affectionately at Alex's belly.

The three got up as afterglow faded. Alex and Brandon cleaned themselves, then helped Lum clean his own sheath and under his tail. They cleaned the kitchen, returning to the couch just as the movie ended.

After choosing another movie to put on, the three settled in at one end of the couch. Alex was still in his T-shirt, jock and socks. He had his back to the arm rest, reclining on it; Brandon was reclining on Alex, back to Alex's plush belly; Lum rest back on Brandon, just as Brandon was to Alex. They held one another there, watching the movie and relaxing into the much-needed weekend.