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A Family Retreat

By Bunnyboy

This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to Bunnyboy.

Warning the story contains sexual encounters between adult males and male cubs. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy

It's a hot day but the hike isn't that long. While the heat has most of them slogging along the little black and red lizard is rather frisky; running off down the trail and then running back. His brothers try to keep up but it's no use--they know when it gets warm Adara wants to play. Between them they haul a big cooler full of food and most of the heavier items. Although the boys are carrying their fair share of that load, the big bag of charcoal briquettes doesn't seem to be slowing down the little agama at all.

"Almost there guys." Max pants, moving a little further down the trail. At least it better not be much farther. He swears this place is moving, every year it gets further and further away.

Ron stifles a giggle as he watches the white-collar weasel huffing and puffing before him. He could swear that the man doesn't pant this heavy in the bed room. Soon the little cabin comes into view. It's not even a five minute walk down the trail from where the car is parked. Parking near the end of the road ensured no one else would be accidentally driving down to their cabin; giving them a nice secluded spot to spend the day.

Max drops his end of the cooler, almost collapsing on the wooden porch. Ron opens the cooler and fishes around for a beer, coming up with a bottle. The Dalmatian pops off the top, taking a quick swig before passing it over to his husband. "You sound like you're just about done-in dear. You need to get back in shape."

The weasel takes a long pull on the cold bottle. "It's not the weight that's doing me in it's the heat Ronny--you know that." The Dalmatian just chuckles in response.

The kids have piled their stuff on the porch and seem to be having fun just running around. "Kids, I want you to be careful. Now come here all of you." Soon enough all three are standing in a row before their father; who reaches out to tug Adara's t-shirt up over his head. "Now the rules: Here at camp it's a bit like the house, no clothes unless you want them. Now I'm going to have a pair of shorts laid out for all of you at the picnic table and If you hear me or Daddy yell that we have company get those shorts on tout sweet. But I don't think we're gonna have to worry about that. Second; stay in sight of the house, and more importantly of Daddy and me. Don't swim out past the raft, and no swimming for a while after you eat." He pulls out a bottle and spreads the lotion over Jeremy's leathery wings touching his batty nose and even his sparsely furred ears. "I know you don't like it, but you need your sun screen Jeremy. Trust me--you won't even notice it in a minute." He also runs his slick paws between Jeremy and Marshel's thighs, making sure sheaths and pink protruding tips are fully protected. "You don't even want to think of sunburns in some places. Now go play."

Needing no further encouragement, kids untangle themselves from clothing; running giggling towards the water as Ron lays out their shorts, setting out fresh towels for later. Marshel and Jeremy splash into the water happily while Adara crawls out onto a large rock jutting out across its surface; flat overhang baked nice and warm by the sun. With a sigh he settles directly in the path of her rays; luxuriating in their heat as he watches his brothers play. This is his first time at the camp--It belongs to Daddy's daddy and Marshel says they are always careful come when no one else is around.

Max unlocks the door and stashes their gear inside, stripping out of his clothing and applying sun block before going for the grill. It's an old round charcoal grill and he loads it up for the briquettes. A smile crosses his muzzle as Ron arrives after ditching his own clothes, carrying a pair of emergency shorts in one hand and a second beer in the other. "Thank you, dear." He kisses the Dalmatian on the cheek before slipping on his apron.

Together they pull out folding canvas chairs and sip at beers waiting for the grill to warm up, sharing a giggle while watching the two boys play in the water. It's always amazing how something as simple as a day on the pond can feel so luxurious.

It's almost noon though, so once his can is empty the weasel turns to the grill. Soon, the delicious aroma of cooking meat surrounds them, with subtler hints of veggies and veggie burgers. As usual, his front is covered by his special "yiff the cook" apron while he works. Meanwhile, Ron sets up the picnic table--putting out condiments, chips and paper plates for the boys.

With Max still busy at the grill, Ron runs down to the pond and leaps in; splashing the boys. The big Dalmatian swims out further then they can follow before circling around. He dives down under the water, pinching bums and tweaking willies as he passes. Giggling, both boys gang up on the grown-up, pouncing on him and tickling him into submission.

At a holler from the grill the boys and their Poppa emerge still dripping from the water. Adara stretches out on his rock and follows after them. The mole and bat start to whisper with the Dalmatian, who nods in agreement before glancing back at Adara and giggling. The boy doesn't notice since his tummy is rumbling. They all gather at the picnic table where Daddy sets out two plates: veggie dogs and burgers on one, with the turkey hotdogs and burgers on the other.

"Adara would you like a wiener or a burger?" Ron asks with a smile, pointedly ignoring the other boy's giggling.

The little lizard smiles, "can I have one of both?" He asks a little shyly.

"Certainly my dear--Veggie or meat?" asks the dog placing a roll and a bun on the boy's paper plate.

"Veggie dog please, but a meat burger." Despite everything that's happened, and these months in the family, he still feels a little out of place asking for so much. He smiles at the plate before him though as the dog adds a handful of the boys' favorite sour cream and onion chips. The little lizard starts adding mustard to his meal before topping off his burger with a pawful of his own chips.

Jeremy goes for a veggie burger and a veggie dog, adding lettuce and tomatoes to his sandwich before finishing with a mild barbeque sauce. Marshel is a straight hot dog man with three wieners under a layer of ketchup and mayo. Poppa takes a hot dog and a veggie burger, adding onions with a little ketchup to his; while Daddy goes for two burgers with mayo and a spicy barbeque sauce. It's a fairly quiet meal for them though Adara does go for a second hotdog; turkey this time, and Jeremy starts to snack on the sliced tomatoes. Soon though the meal is done and everyone has full bellies.

"Ahhhh that was good." exclaims the weasel; sheepishly eyeing another burger wondering if one more would get him in trouble with the hubby. "Since we have to wait a little while before you can go swimming again boys, I'll clean up here. You go get the bed room in the camp ready for tonight. We're only staying the one night so just make sure we have sheets on the bed." Max and Ron clear off the table and get everything set up for later.

"So what are we having for dinner tonight?" asks Ron, pulling out bottles of apple juice for the boys once they come back outside.

"Oh I have some chicken marinating, as well as some thick sliced veggies seasoned. I'll grill those up a little later." The weasel replies with a smile, leaning back in his chair.

The Dalmatian stands up and stretches. "That sounds nice, I can't wait. But for now I think I'm getting back in the water. Are you coming dear?"

Adara was stretched out on the hot rock again as his brothers and Poppa crept up behind him. Strong paws scooped him up and tossed him out into the water. He comes up sputtering as the mole and bat splash in after him giggling followed by Ron. After a few minutes more Max too decides to join them. ***

With light fading and dinner finished all five of them swim out onto the small raft on the pond. "Okay it should be starting soon guys." They all lie on the raft staring up at the sky as the stars start to come out.

Adara props his head up. "Will there be lots of them Poppa?" The Dalmatian nods. "All kinds a colors too, rockets and stuff?" Ron smiles and nods, then squeaks as a paw idly plays with his balls. "I like rockets Poppa." His cool paw strokes the adult's sheath, coaxing out the pink tip of the Dalmatian's pointed dog cock. "Looky a red rocket." giggles the boy.

Ron woofs softly feeling a paw gripping him so intimately; the cool scales rubbing sensually over his member. "Ohh you naughty thing."

Adara shivers a bit, laying his head on the dog's belly. "Poppa I've been feeling funny all day. I've been wanting to play with you and Daddy since we got here, and with my brothers too. And it's not just the normal heat making me horny. It feels different out here." He leans in, letting his tongue flicker out to tickle the tip of his father's rocket.

"Ohhhh... Baby boy, it's probably because we don't have to follow so many rules out here. You boys can go naked if you want, and we can even make love outside, anywhere we like. No one to see us, and say it's wrong." His paw moves along the little lizard's slit, pulling it down just enough to finger the tender anus. "But it's because we can't do stuff like this at home that you find it so exciting now."

The lizard groans softly feeling the dog's big finger teasing him. He moves away from the finger rolling to his knees to straddle the dog's hips. His paws run over the white belly fur, playing with the little black spots even as he pushes down onto his dad. They both moan out softly.

Across from them on the wooden raft Max is sitting up, paws resting on a giggling Marshel's thighs as he squirms and starts to bounce.

Jeremy lies between them just looking up at the stars; a faint smile on his face. He doesn't feel left out, he knows when he wants to play his daddies will be ready to take him too. But for now he's content to lay their eyes on the sky as even more stars start to peek out.

Ron catches one of the little paws on his chest bringing the scaled fingers up to his lips for a gentle kiss as the boy starts to rock back and forth. They both sigh happily as Adara moves up and down slipping along Poppa's cock, feeling it filling him up just right. The dog whimpers softly as the slap of waves on wood grow just a little louder due to the rocking of the raft.

Max nibbles on the little moles neck, sighing as the boy bounces happily on the weasel's pole. "Ohh how much longer Daddy?" he asks between gasps. He's so excited he can feel daddy Max pulsing inside him, and he can feel that lovely heat building deep down at the bottom of his tummy. No surprise that the little mole loves this time of year; with this night one of his favorites of them all.

Max grunts gritting his teeth. "Not much longer pretty boy."

Almost without thinking about it the little bat reaches out the soft paws on the ends of his wings. He wraps his fingers around each of his brothers' members feeling the differences between a mole peen and a lizard peen, while relishing in the small contrasts.

Adara can feel Poppa's knot and with Jeremy's paw urging him on he sinks down hard against it. He strains for a moment, till he could swear he hears it pop right into place. He moans softly feeling the heat in his rump, that satisfied feeling of fullness even before Poppa cums--flooding the little lizards seat with creamy goodness. They both pant softly till the bang is heard and a bright red glow fills the sky. Ron sits up, still tied with the lizard but he lays the little boy down so he can see the night sky. "Ohhh wow it's so pretty." whispers Adara.

Marshel doesn't have to stop but; as his eyes follow that first streamer of light up to the blossoming red rose of an explosion, he feels Daddy's release, the thick sticky streamers of ropey cum that splatters across his guts filling every nook and cranny. Strong hands grip the little mole tight as a he squeals with delight as two blue explosions follow the red; not to mention the white one going off in his rump.

Above the lake colorful bangs light up the sky and the display seems to go on forever, while down below fewer but just as energetic bangs fill the night with the sound of a family's love for one another.