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The heatwave had been nigh unbearable and made me glad that I had relocated my bedroom into the basement where it both nice and cool and where the unit for the central air was located. As a result, I was delightfully chilly. I kept a heavy comforter pulled up over me while a warm, heavy body pressed into my back. My Aggron, Steele, had a powerful arm curled around my front, pulling me back against his belly. In his sleep, I felt him rubbing up against me, one of his huge feet rubbing against my leg, his all too conspicuous morning wood pressed against my naked backside.
“Mmmm, you awake?” he asked sleepily, nuzzling his metallic snout gently against the top of my head.
“Hard for me to sleep with that pole sticking into my back,” I teased him.
“Did you forget I’m both a Rock and Steel type?” he teased back, grinding against me. He rolled over onto me, pressing me onto my front, his snout pressing in against the side of my face, nibbling at my ear, the sensation sending a shivering down my spine. “You should know well how hard I can get, boy.”
“Mmmm, is that any way to talk to your trainer?” I groaned out, rubbing my ass back against Steele’s ass-splitting rod. It was already leaking an obscene amount of precum.
Steele chuckled, one of his shovel-like hands sliding up over my back to pin me to the bed, his hand resting on the back of my head, the other guiding his fat, swollen knob toward my waiting pucker. I groaned out loudly as he pressed forward, that obscenely thick member spreading me wide already.
“Mmmm! Whatever you say, ‘boss’,” he groaned, sinking deeper and deeper into my well-practiced hole. “We both know who the real master in this relationship is, don’t we? I oughta be putting your slutty ass in a Pokéball…”
I could only groan, pressing back onto him, panting heavily and gripping at my pillow.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Steele grunted, leaning forward on one leg and driving himself to the hilt inside of me, feeling him pushing up into my lower belly. God, but he was huge. “Maybe I’ll just slap a leash on you and take you for a walk around town, boy…”
I was painfully hard, dripping precum all over the mattress, practically yelping with each deep, gut-rearranging thrust Steele gave me. He kept me pinned down, moving his hand back from my head and replacing it with his big, broad foot, leaning further over me and driving down into my willing hole. Those big, bloated balls of his clapped noisily off my upturned ass, faster and faster.
Steele’s toes clenched up against the top of my head and I felt his large body tensing up on top of me. His hips slowed to a stop and a deep groan escaped his chest as a sheer deluge of seed began to fill my guts. Steele pulled his foot back from my head and tugged his powerful hips back, groaning in satisfaction while his thick, spent dick slurped free of my hole. I felt a few final spurts splatter out across my back, Steele’s heavy prick flopping against my ass.
“Haah, fuck,” he groaned. “I never get tired of waking up like that.”
I groaned happily and laid face down on the mattress, my ass hiked up in the air and I could feel Steele’s potent load bubbling out of my fresh-fucked hole, dribbling down my thighs. He clapped a broad hand down on my ass, kneading the now-stinging flesh with his thick fingers.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before breakfast, ‘boss’,” Steele said and his big hands grasped my waist, easily hoisting my naked body up off the mattress.
Well, I already knew what “cleaning me up” entailed and it was hard not to be excited for it. Steele carried me upstairs and outside into the backyard, the air-conditioned paradise of the house quickly giving away to oppressive humidity. Even at this early hour, it was hot and the air was thick. People and Pokémon alike would find this weather unpalatable, but we had enough shade to make it a bit more bearable. Steele set me down in the grass right in the shade of a large tree, planting me on my front with my ass in the air.
“There ya go,” he chuckled. “Keep that ass up for me, boss.”
I happily obeyed and pushed my ass out toward Steele, reaching back to spread my cheeks for him. Behind me, I heard a soft sigh of release a brief moment before a hot stream of piss splattered against my upturned ass, aimed more or less for my exposed pucker. Steele’s hot stream of post-fuck piss splashed over my back and thighs, spilling into my winking hole.
“There’s my good trainer,” he chuckled. “You spoil me, you know that?”
“Starting early without us?” I heard another familiar voice ask as the back door slid open. I turned my head in the grass to see a squat and chubby male Gengar stroll out into the yard, yawning and rubbing at his thick neck. Mort, the only other Pokémon I had ever caught.
Of course, nowadays, I wasn’t really Mort’s trainer, I was his stepson. Though he’d been with me for a while, he and my dad had really hit it off and wound up getting married. Paradiso was probably the only place where folks could do that so readily.
“Morning, Dad,” I said sweetly, wiggling my piss-wet rump at him teasingly. “Sorry, Steele was being impatient again.”
Mort chuckled and scratched his gut, his thick cock already swelling up eagerly. Behind him, my biological father Daniel stepped out into the yard, just as naked as Mort and giving me a sleepy grin of his own. He was a somewhat burly man with graying hair, a healthy tan and a short, stubbly beard. His hair was a bit disheveled from sleep, but he looked awake and alert as he always did first thing in the morning.
“Morning, champ,” Dad said brightly. “Working up an appetite for breakfast already?”
I turned around in the grass and knelt up, beaming up as Dad and Mort both approached and stood on either side of Steele. I reached up to take hold of their swelling cocks in either hand, stroking them steadily. I turned my head toward Mort, taking his blunt purple cockhead into my mouth with a soft groan, earning a lazy sigh of pleasure from the portly Ghost-type. He stroked his thick fingers through my hair as I bobbed my head over his girthy prick; he lacked Steele’s gut-stabbing length, but he was quite thick, enough that my mouth needed to work a bit to get around him.
Dad, on the other hand, was a good, manageable size. He let out a drawn-out groan as I moved my mouth over to him, pushing his hips forward, his hand resting on the back of my head. He and Mort both pressed against my cheeks while Steele kept close, his own sizable dick rubbing against the side of my face. Dad and Mort were leaking profusely, both threatening to blow any second.
Just a regular morning around here.
Dad settled down in the grass and I leaned down over his lap, bobbing my head over his lap while Mort’s fat prick pushed up against my wet and fresh-fucked hole. Feeling the two of them pressing into me from either end had me throbbing and tensing up, and soon I was spraying my load into the grass.
Dad pushed his hips up, sliding his cock over my tongue and I tasted his precum dribbling over my tongue and past my tonsils. I heard his breathing quicken as I bobbed my head over his dick, moaning around him as Mort pushed into me from behind, spreading my wet and fresh-used hole open with his girthy meat.
While Mort and Dad pushed into me from either end, I felt Steele press one of his huge feet down onto my back, keeping me pinned between my father and stepfather. The two pumped into me, grunting with exertion until I took fresh loads of potent human and Pokémon seed in either end.
“Hoo…” Dad groaned, pulling his cock from my mouth and tapping it playfully off my cheek. “Thanks for the wake-up call, champ. Hey, you heading into town later?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, wiping my mouth on my wrist. Steele kept his broad foot pressed down against my back.
“Mind grabbing a few things from the market for me?” Dad asked.
“Sure! I’ll be back later.”
***
I threw on a t-shirt, some shorts and a pair of flip flops, grabbed my bag and caught a shuttle bus into town; they ran like clockwork across the island and it would be a dark day indeed if one pulled up to the bus stop with a busted air conditioner. Not that Steele or Mort would have to worry about it – they were snug in their Pokéballs in a pocket of my bag. I wore a red and white earpiece to communicate with them while they were tucked away, listening to the pair of them chatting away like I was idle in a voice chat with my friends.
The bus pulled into the stop at Fogfall Farms right on time and I exchanged a friendly with the hefty Pelipper driving the bus. Fogfall Farms got its name from thick fog that typically rolled in during the morning hours, but it was late enough in the morning that it had thinned out to a light mist. I groaned at the humidity as I stepped off the bus and trudged toward the farmers market to pick up a few things for Dad.
The stands were all shaded under canopies with fans running while water stations had been set up at regular intervals. A local trainer and their Glaceon had graciously set up a cooling station in a nearby tent. I fished a water bottle out of my bag and took a swig.
“Ugh, I can feel that humidity in here,” Steele said in my earpiece.
“We’ll hit the diner after I do that shopping for Dad,” I said. “They always crank up the AC in there when it gets hot.”
“Good, I’m starving,” Mort said.
I walked by a few of the stalls, stopping to chat with some of the farmers who were selling their goods. Aside from the produce Dad had asked for, I made sure to pick up a few things that Steele and Mort liked – homemade fudge for Mort and watermelon for Steele. The easiest way to keep my boys happy was to make sure their balls were empty and their bellies were full. And I could at least do one of those things at the Fogfall Farms diner.
I let Steele and Mort out of their Pokéballs as soon as we stepped into the air conditioned diner and the three of us were brought back to one of the semicircular booths. Mort and Steele both slid in around me, leaving me sandwiched between them. Mort slung an arm around my shoulders and I leaned into him with a sigh.
“Hot enough for ya, kiddo?” Mort asked, giving my shoulder a squeeze.
“I think I’d just like to sit in here for a while before we head back,” I said, leaning into Mort while one of Steele’s big hands squeezed my leg. “This heat has been killer.”
“You won’t hear me argue,” Mort said.
We ordered our food and settled in to eat, and I saw a familiar face enter the diner and take a seat at the counter, chatting up the waitress. An older man with longish brown hair going gray at the temples and a short beard that much more gray than brown, dressed appropriately for the heatwave in short sleeves and sandals – Shane, the mayor of Fogfall Farms and the local Gym Leader. He was accompanied by a very wilted-looking Decidueye who gratefully accepted some ice water.
“Not a pleasant day for Grass-types, is it?” I mused.
“Not a pleasant day for most people,” Steele said. “Except if you’re spending it in one of those lovely climate-controlled Pokéballs.”
I gave Steele a sidelong look over my coffee mug and he just grinned that damnably irresistible grin of his. Mort chuckled on my other side, his thick fingers sliding fondly through the hair on the back of my head. The waitress approached, a smiling and matronly Miltank woman named Clara.
“Well, you boys look cozy as always,” she said. “Anything else I can get for you?”
“We’re good,” I said. I reached down into my pocket for my wallet to pay the bill. I handed Clara a few bills and some extra as a tip. “Gotta get this stuff back to the old man.”
“You guys oughta come back later tonight,” Clara said, accepting the money. “Shane’s having a cookout at the barn. After sundown when it starts to cool off a bit.”
“Sure, I’d be down to come,” I said, picking up the bags from the table while Mort and Steele slid up out of the booth. A summer cookout sounded fun and there was plenty of opportunity to do beyond enjoying Shane’s famous barbecue. “After sundown?”
“Yep! See you there!”
Mort playfully goosed Clara as we left, making the chubby Miltank yelp and giggle. I smiled and held up the pair’s empty Pokéballs as we made our way out to the front door.
“Come on, guys,” I told them. “Back in the balls unless you want to sweat all the way home.”
“There’s a painfully obvious joke here about balls and sweat that I will not address, boss,” Steele said. As soon as we were outside, he hoisted me clean off my feet and over his shoulder while Mort snatched the bags from the farmers’ market I was carrying. “Besides, I need to stretch my legs and I’ve been looking forward to getting a blowjob from you in the back of the bus.”
I gave Steele his requested blowjob in the back of the shuttle bus, laying over the seat and bobbing my head steadily over his lap while Mort happily ate the fudge I had bought for him at the market. And skilled multitasker that I was, I had my Rotom phone out and was texting Dad to let him know about the cookout at Shane’s barn tonight. All the while, the Rotom animating my phone was happily snapping pictures of me fellating Steele to send to Dad. He responded by sending pictures of him getting similar treatment from a chubby, short stack Yamper who I didn’t recognize. Probably a wild one Dad ran into in the yard. A picture of the Yamper grinning next to a Pokéball in my dad’s hand, cum dripping from his lips and tongue.
Meet your new brother, Tony! A text message said. His name’s Sparky and he gives great head like you, kiddo.
Bring him to the cookout tonight? I suggested.
Absolutely! See you soon!
I pulled my mouth up off of Steele’s dick and licked my lips, lapping some of the precum oozing from his dark, swollen tip. I smiled up at him and he tapped his rigid dick off my cheek with gentle slapping sounds.
“We gonna have time to welcome Sparky to the family before we leave for the cookout?” I asked.
“I think so,” Steele said.
“Mmhmm,” Mort agreed, munching on the homemade fudge I’d gotten at the farmers’ market. “Gotta give my new stepson a proper welcome, yeah?”
Heh. Leave it to Dad to pull something like this out of the blue. But I was never one to complain and there was plenty of time before sundown. Time to go home and meet my new brother.