Grizzly
#5 of Uncle Porky
Okay, before this starts I wanna say that this will be changed when I get another person's contributions to this chapter.
Part Five
Grizzly
Characters are (c) their respective owners
He laid atop the soft padding of his large belly on a beach blanket, a thick arm resting over his head to shield his eyes. The Porkinson estate stood silent behind him, Harold was away picking up an old friend from the airport. Sometimes, though rarely, the middle child didn't want sex as much as usual, he would take these times to relax and today it was to be spent on the warm sands of his godfather's private beach. A thin looking rottweiler saw the pinkish blob while strolling along the shore, the surge's white foam lapping at his bare, black furred feet. "What's this?" he muttered to himself.
The constant calling of the seagulls overhead muted the shifting sand beneath his feet. He stood silent over the obese pig, watching the rise and fall of his big, beautiful body. Max felt the dog's staring presence and as he heard him take a step back he followed the black furred paws up along white clothed legs, past his impressive bulge and tight white shirt to the rottweiler's brown eyes which were staring down his muzzle over blue tinted glasses. "Hey there pig, how 'bout you stand up so I can get a look at that lovely body of yours?"
Max raised an eyebrow, "I dunno, you planin' on sumthin' fun?"
"We'll see pig, we'll see." He watched intently as the middle child rolled onto his back, his belly and breasts jiggling with his movements. The dog got a nice look at Max's rump through the too-tight fabric of his Speedo when he was bent over brushing sand off his thick legs. The rottweiler let out a soft, approving moan as he stared and felt his maleness harden in its cloth prison. He shut his eyes for a moment, to savor the pleasure as he slowly adjusted it to enlarge freely down his pant leg, but was stopped by a soft meaty hand relieving him of this duty. The hand, which he had no doubt that it belonged to this obese pig he just met, ran along his thick dark pink length, fondling and lightly groping his large sensitive orbs.
His eyes met with Max's own, they were close and tilted slightly just as he could feel the warmth of the pig's lips near his own, closing in. He stepped back before they kissed, "Come, I think we should walk to my yacht where we can have all the fun we want," He didn't wait for a response, just grabbed a handful of the rim of the pig's swim wear and dragged him along. "By the way, my name's Trent, but I want you to call me Captain, just Captain."
"Captain, got it. Mine's Max," he quickly said, trying to keep up with Captain's fast pace movement away from the mansion
Trent stopped tugging Max along as they set foot on the deck of his yacht, "So, Max, would you like to go to my cabin, or do you wanna have something to eat first?"
"You're in my trunks if we can do both," he replied, taking the next moment's silence to press his lips against Captain's, his meaty hand once again sneaking its way down to break its prey free from the confinements of his pants.
The rottweiler pulled his tongue from the middle child's mouth, "Mmmh, lets go to my room first."
Once again, Max was happily dragged off to an unknown destination but this trip was comprised of a flight of stairs and a door to what looked to be the helm from the outside. But to his joy, was Trent's bedroom, and as they entered their sexual passions began to boil once more. They pulled each other to the bed that dominated the center of the room, lips locked, tongues intertwined. Max dragged his hands down Captain's lightly muscled chest and stomach to the brim of his half undone pants, ready to take the half-hard length into his mouth. "Wait," he started, pulling away from the eager pig, "I have to get something."
"A condom? C'mon, I promise I'm clean." Max groaned as he saw what the dog was bringing back. He removed the rubber from its foil laced wrapper and rolled the red material over the length of his maleness, its countless spines springing to attention as they were spread out.
"It was drilled into my head by my father that rubbers are a good habit to get into-- after he found out that he'd contracted AIDS from some whore he found in a bar. Besides, I'm sure you'll love it."
"Whatever, just get over here and fuck me."
Swiftly, Trent rolled Max over and removed his Speedo, watching for a moment as the pig's fat jiggled in the wake of his disturbed clothing. Throughout his sexual escapades of the previous night, the middle child's waiting rear was loosened quite a bit offering little resistance to its new intruder, the spines of its covering gently flicked and stroked his insides as it moved through the warm space forcing out a deeply pleasured moan. "Mmmh. You w-- were right, ooh... I-- do like it."
He pulled out. This is starting to get annoying, Max thought turning his head to look at the tease lying next to him, "Are we gonna keep going or are you gonna keep teasing me 'til I cum?"
"I'm done."
He got up almost instantly. "WHAT?!"
"Calm down, I'm joking. Now get on top of me."
Max gave an irritated sigh and stood up, the bed making its own protests to the six-hundred-forty pounds of horny pig slowly lowering itself onto an equally horny dog. He guided the spine coated cock into his wanting rear, receiving an approving moan from Captain beneath as he started a rhythm to move it in and out of him. The middle child moaned as he pressed his prostate against the rottweiler's large member, increasing the force and pace of his bouncing to raise the amount of pleasure surging through their bodies. Trent groped the pigs massive, jiggling thighs, pushing him down around his throbbing cock and making his way towards Max's own which was spurting precum onto his chest like a leaky faucet.
The middle child slammed himself down, moaning, onto the dog as he reached his climax. Shot after shot of his hot seed made its mark on both the underside of his belly and Captain's chest. After getting off the rottweiler he proceeded to remove the condom covering his still throbbing cock and clean the cum left behind, "Kinda defeats the purpose, Max." His reply was a wink as the pig made short work of him, running his hot tongue over the cum soaked shaft and sensitive head, bringing the dog to another orgasm.
Sam stared down at the clear, near stagnant waters of the pool. It was quiet, not an eerie quiet, but a comforting quiet as the only sounds he could hear were coming from the pump and the intake of the filters and he tried to maintain the silence as he dipped into the warm waters. He'd never swum without some form of clothing covering his naughty bits, but he liked the way the water felt as it ran over his large naked form; slowing his movements to a snail's pace, licking at his exposed skin. He leaned against the pool wall, savoring the lack of noise; he couldn't hear Max moaning, or any number of other sounds that even slightly annoyed him. Just the pump and filters.
A tap on the shoulder. He jumped, snapped out of his thoughts, and looked towards the owner of the hand. It was an otter. Scarcely taller than Sam was and just fat enough to still be chubby. He held up a dry-erase board that had the word "Hi" printed in blue ink.
"You scared me.... Hi."
The otter rubbed the word off with a fist and wrote back, "I'm sorry. Are you Sam?"
"Yeah. Is there a reason for the white board?"
"Oh, yeah I'm mute, have been since birth."
"I see"
"You know you're pretty cute." Sam blushed as he looked past the board to the chubby otter's round, smiling face.
"Thank you."
The airport terminal was noisy as hell. Grummle stood in his suit and tie holding a sign with "Grizzly" written in all capital letters across it. He looked onward, scanning the noisy crowd for the bear. "I'll know him when I see him he says," the gator thought, his eyes flicking to every possible area that he could arrive at, "I've been standing here for a half hour and my leg hurts."
Porky was right though, he did know, for as he began to sit the bruin came through the metal detector, moving the crowd with his massive form. "Grizzly huh? That'd be me."
"I thought as much. Mr. Porkinson is waiting, follow me."
The limousine sat waiting in the parking garage adjacent to the building, they had to take the stairs as the bruin being escorted to the vehicle was more than two hundred pounds over the weight limit of the elevator. Grummle took his bag from him and placed it in the trunk and the limo leaned to one side. He knew the bag wasn't that heavy but noticed that Grizzly was stuffing his morbidly obese body into the vehicle. The gator just rolled his eyes and made way for the driver's seat.
Porky and the bear had caught up on the events of years past since college for an hour, Grizzly talked about a few of his more "entertaining" therapy patients and went into great detail about one named Dag Skorm. They took turns sharing stories until it was like they were still room mates and when there was nothing new to say a silence fell over them. Porky looked over his old friend's body, the bruin was more than twice as big as he was in college but then again, he was always bigger than the pig so it came with no surprise. He thought about all the time they spent in bed together that he could remember and almost immediately said with a grin, "You're a bit over dressed for where we're going. You're not gonna need any of those clothes."
"Oh really? Well if you're so concerned about it why don't you come over here and help me take them off?"
The pig swung himself to the other side of their seating arrangement, helping Grizzly move to face the proper direction. His thick hands trailed up over the tight, tourist-esk, button down shirt; stopping at one of his large breasts groping it gently with one hand while the other made short work of each off-white button that was straining to keep the shirt's opening closed over the bruin's vast belly. He removed the pig's hand from his breast to liberate himself from the clothing item, and lay his body onto his friend's own, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Grizzly took over the task of removing his clothing as his head was pressed closer into the kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other and proceeded to explore the other host's mouth as though there was something new to find after all the years of absence. The bear pulled away for a breath and to help his shorts leave his legs as they were bunched around his legs, "You still file down your tusks, I see."
"Sure do. Now kiss me fat ass." Porky pulled his friend back into their current passions, reawakening those from their past, remembering their collegiate sexual escapades. It went on for mere minutes, although it seemed like longer, they both wanted to get on with the inevitable, "So will we fuck like we used to?"
Grizzly moved into a seated position and rubbed his thick maleness and looked at the precum coating his thumb for a moment before sucking it clean "No, I want you to blow me like you did when we were on the couch and there was nothing on TV."
The pig moved himself to rest his head on his friend's thick leg, taking in the musky scent of the sweat on his large precious orbs as he took one into his hot mouth. He ran his tongue over its surface, making sure no part was missed as he received a deep, pleasured moan from the treatment's recipient and was rewarded by the bear's hand gently stroking his unattended maleness. After giving equal treatment to the orb's brother he moved onto the intended target. With a cradling tongue, porky followed up after a drop of pre that recently slid down the bruin's thick shaft who grunted and returned the favor by increasing the pace on his own assignment.
Moments later, with each of their own loud moans, they came to their well anticipated climaxes. Grizzly's hot seed hit the back of Porky's throat who quickly swallowed each shot as it came. The pig's was stopped short by the bruin's thumb and poured down over his hand which was promptly sucked clean. "Just like the couch?" His friend asked, looking up from the position on his lap.
"Almost."
"Almost?"
"Well yeah, you didn't choke that time."