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The massive dark green crocodile hands you a cold can of beer before plopping down on the couch next to you which causes you to bounce slightly. "I'm telling you dude, just spend the weekend at my dad's cabin."

His yellow eyes are focused on the television as he talks, his broad chest and thick limbs strain against the thin t-shirt and drawstring shorts he's wearing. He leans back and quickly empties his own beer before tossing the can towards the trash and, with a curse, missing.

"Quin... I just think it's a little weird, right?" You say. "It just feels like you're, I dunno, trying to hook me up... with your dad?"

He snorts. "I mean, kinda, yeah?" You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off. "He's your type, he's super chill, and you both need to get laid."

"It is just so weird to me you are talking about me and your dad fucking like we're discussing the weather." You reply.

He shrugs. "We have a very healthy relationship."

"Clearly." You drink the rest of your beverage in silence as you watch your roommate play some game. Almost an hour passes and you continue to drink, quickly finishing the first before demolishing a second even faster.

Should you do this? It's been a while, and if he looks anything like Quin he's probably very handsome, huge, and so thick...Shit, you need another drink. Screwing a friend's hot dad is one of your go-to fantasies after all.

That heady drunkness begins to creep in as you crack the third beverage and you look over to Quin whose just shaking his head. "What?" You ask.

"That's your third and it's been barely an hour, dude. Not telling you what to do but maybe have some water?" He laughs.

"It's your fault!" You point sharply. "I'm all weirded out by you trying to get me and your dad in bed together!"

"Ahhh, so you are thinking about it!" He pulls his phone from his pocket. "Wanna see a picture?"

You raise the can to your lips before pausing and turning back to the kitchen for a glass of water. "...Sure."

Quin laughs and turns his phone toward you. You grab your water, and your beer, and sit next to the massive croc. He's easily got a foot and a half, or more, on you and if he weren't straight you'd be all over him. He's very open-minded, however, and doesn't mind discussing your crushes and he's tried before to set you up. Well, when he's not trying to hook you up with his dad.

You lean towards the screen and feel your heart rate spike. Oh my god. He's got a full head on his son! This man is a titan! Of course, Quin would show you a photo like this too, your face becomes flush and you swallow down your glass of water in seconds.

In the photo, Quin stands next to his father, both in nothing more than swim trunks. Your eyes are instantly drawn to his father's large pecs, his light yellow chest reflecting sunlight makes him look even bigger. He's wearing a toothy and wide grin that's disarming and entirely frightening (but in a hot way). He isn't muscular like his son, but he's still huge. A soft-looking belly, huge arms, and those thighs... That man could pop you like an overripe cherry tomato.

"He, uh, he looks..." You stutter and Quin lightly slaps your back.

"I told you! He's so your type!!' He cheers. "He's also way better than your ex. Super nice!"

Your eyes slowly drift from his arms and chest back to his... holy shit his bulge is massive. It feels weird to be oggling your roommate and friend's dad right next to them but damn. If you weren't sure before, you are now.

Quin pulls his phone away. "Alright, enough drooling. You down?" He asks.

"...Yeah, I'll spend the weekend with your dad." You smile.

"Fuck yeah! I'll text him. He's gonna be stoked you agreed!" Quin remarks.

Wait. "Did you tell him about me already?!"

"Yeah, I showed him your picture, that really hot one of your ass from the lake party last spring break." He smiles wide, his grin matching his father's from the photo.

"Quin." Your voice is cold. "I don't remember taking any photos at that party." You glare. "I barely remember the party."

"Oh, uh, I mean-"

"QUIN. WHAT PICTURE."

"It's a tasteful nude, dude. Artsy, even, could put your pretty ass on a museum wa--Hey!" Quin raises his arms defensively as you throw a now empty beer can at him. "This is no way to thank your friend for getting you laid!"

"SHOW ME THE PICTURE, QUIN!" You lunge at him. He's much bigger than you but your queer fury has given you an unmistakeable advantage.

"Fine! Fine! Here, Jesus man just don't hurt me." He scrolls for a moment and turns the phone towards you. "It's nice!"

You swipe the phone from him and examine the photo. You're furious that he apparently took, and shared, a nude of you without consent but... Damn, you're hot in this picture. About 99% of the time you regret passing out at a party but here you lay nude in the gentle sunlight with your legs modestly crossed hiding your shame but making your ass look downright spectacular.

"Swear to god dude my dad ran to the bathroom to rub one out after seein' it," Quin says, breaking the silence.

"Oh. Good." You blush.

You fall to the side and bury your head in a pillow trying and failing, to spontaneously vanish as your friend's dad has definitely seen you naked already. And wants you. Oh god. You're gonna get fucked by your friend's dad!

A thought crosses your mind. "Quin?"

"Sup dude?"

"Why are you hooking me up with your dad now?" You may be horny for that large prehistoric beast of a man but this whole ordeal is still very suspicious. "Why not before?"

"Can't I just want two people to be happy?" He smiles innocently.

SUSPECT BEHAVIOR! "No."

"Fine, Dad has been lonely since Mom and him split last year and you've been down since your breakup a few months ago, I figured this would be good for you both. That parts true, but..." He sighs. "I forgot dads birthday."

"You can't seriously think you can give your dad my ASS for his birthday?!" THE AUDACITY OF THIS MAN!

Quin ponders that for a moment. "I mean I kinda already did."

"You really shouldn't show people my ass without asking, Quin, it's a fucked up consent issue." You say, crossing your arms.

"Dude. Can you please just go jump on my dads dick, bust a few nuts, and, I dunno maybe..." He couldn't roll his eyes any harder than he was.

"What, jump out of his birthday cake?" You shake your head. "I mean, I'm still going to hook up with your incredibly hot dad, but you should feel bad about this entire situation Quin. This is a violation of both my trust for you as a friend and your poor, poor, unloved father." Well, not unloved for long.

"Fine, I'll feel bad, now go pack and get ready to be plowed into the next century. I think, I don't actually think I've ever seen my dad flirt with a guy." Quin rubs the side of his head. "Actually I don't think I want to, but you're definitely a bottom so."

You roll off the couch in a suitably dramatic fashion away from your crocodilian roommate. "I think I will, Quin, but because I want to fuck your dad of my own free will."

"Good for you." He isn't looking at you anymore as he resumes his game.

Now, what are you supposed to pack for hooking up with a man almost twice your size? "Hey Quin?"

"Sup?" He shouts from the other room.

"Is there like, a pool or something?" You ask.

"Yeah." He says.

Ah! The perfect chance to bust out your new trunks!