Nate sighed as he leaned back. The boy's hands were hard at work, and the noises they made at his groin were lewd to say the least. The lynx couldn't see over his gargantuan stomach, but the boy's head was just in reach if he tried to touch it. He did. His fingers gently caressed the side of the mole's chubby cheek. "You're doing great there, kiddo." He imagined the boy blushing down there and then smirked. "Could go a bit faster, though." There was a slight moment of hesitation, and then the boy's pace quickened. Nate adjusted his recline somewhat. His crotch ended up a few inches closer to the boy's face. It was the kid's fault. Nate spotted him walking down the beach alone. What was a cat to do? Then, out of the blue, he just accepted a stranger's offer for a boat ride. It was fate, really. It wasn't until they were some several hundred feet out on the open water that the kid noticed something was off. It had something to do with the engines stopping, the anchor dropping, and the enormously fat cat swiveling his double-wide captian's chair to reveal that he was stark-naked. Oh, the mole tried to resist. For a short while. Fortunately (for the predator) the boy didn't know how to swim. Nate reached into a massive cooler and rummaged until he found a stick of margarine and a six-pack of hard lemonade (reduced to four bottles, naturally). The booze he poured down his gullet. The margarine he tossed to the boy. "Get to work." Now, as he drained the last bottle, tossed it overboard, and reached again for the cooler the kid finally spoke up. "Why do you even have butter?" The lynx peeled back the paper on the stick he was holding, took a massive bite and spread the stuff around his maw. His words were muffled by the thick paste. "B'cause it's fucking delicious." He swallowed. "Now shut up and spank it, or choke on it. Your choice buddy." The young mole shut up and kept on kneading the processed food product into the slob's junk. It wasn't exactly pretty work, what with his forearms entirely smothered by the massive, pillowed ring of fat which envenoped the cat's business. The sweat wasn't entirely pleasant either. There was the sound of a motor coming closer. A spark of hope. Nate slid the rest of the margarine into his mouth, chewed quickly, and swallowed. He flashed his teeth, and his voice was low and stern. "Not a thought, kid, or I swear to god you're next." The mole looked over the monstrous creature spilling over the sides of its chair, and he believed it. The other boat pulled up alongside him, and Nate greeted them with a hearty wave. Small talk. How about that weather, eigh? Beautiful day for a cruise. Pointless nonsense. Luckily the interloper couldn't see the boy over the hulls of their boats. Mid-conversation, Nate reached for another stick of butter and shoved the whole thing into his jiggling maw. The visitor's demeanor faltered, and in the moment of silence as the lynx chewed, the sticky slopping noises of the mole's ceaseless work were fully audible. "Oy, what's that sound?" Nate struggled to swallow. "Er, uhh... bad pump, you know." A moment of realization. A quick, angry look. "It's been running a bit slow lately, if you get my meaning." A few seconds' silence. Then the noise was back, faster than ever. Nate gripped the sides of his chair (as much of the chair that wasn't burried) and visibly shuddered. "Oh... oh, shit, there it goes...." The cat's entire mass rippled with some unseen force. His quivering face was screwed into a peircing, concentrated gaze. "Er, uh... sprung a leak, I think...." His massive body seized, relaxed, then seized again as he came. The other motor fired, and his new friend quickly left as big a space between them as possible. The mole stood, trying desperately to wipe the sticky spunk/butter mixture off of his dripping, tapered face. "Ca... can I go home, now?" Nate took a moment to catch his breath. Sweat dripped from his face and poured down his jowels. "Sure, kid." He raised the ancor with the flip of a switch, and fired up the motor. "I'll pick you up tomorrow. Same time." He panted heavily. "Bring donuts."