“Hey look, boys! If you look out of the left window, you can see the beach we’ll be at!” Sammy, D’waggin and D’orca all immediately lean over, knowing better than to unbuckle; their fathers had taught them all better. D’waggin was pinned from behind by Sammy the orca-dragon, and was pinning D’orca against that side of the car in return. The two Kraken boys, Sammy, and their fathers - Kraken D’ad and Libra - had all decided the weather was just right for a trip to the beach! As the boys looked out of the window and began to get excited, Libra reached over and gently groped at D’ad’s groin as the big orcagon drove. The hyena/dragon’s grin was met with a return smirk, several shafts sliding from one leg of D’ad’s swimming trunks and pushing their way up into Libra’s own. The yenagon bit his lip as he stifled a growling groan, feeling his shaft and balls slowly smothered by two of the many prehensile shafts the Kraken family were capable of. The short few minutes of drive remaining were filled with pants and throbs from the two fathers up front and squealing and bouncing from the cubs in the back. When they finally stopped, Libra and D’ad stepped out of the vehicle quickly, each making a fairly clear imprint of arousal in their trunks. Imprints that were noticed, but ignored by the cubs as the doors were opened, D’orca and D’waggin piling out and hugging D’ad while Sammy tumbled free into Libra’s arms. The boys moved to the front of the car, bouncing on their flip-flop-covered feet as they waited for their dads to come around with their beach gear. D’ad had gotten his boys a pair of speedos much like the ones he wore; D’orca sported a bulging blue speedo, D’waggin seemed like he’d stuffed two golfballs inside his black speedo, and D’ad… well, considering the teasing he and Libra had been sharing, his green speedo barely covered his huge balls, especially since he had four shafts writhing about in the front. Sammy and Libra, for their parts, had on matching blue Hawaiian-patterned swim trunks… both with special pouches in the front to fit the prodigious bulges each sported. Sammy looked like he was carrying two softballs, and Libra had clearly stuffed in twin cantaloupes. The two dads stepped around, each carrying big baskets; one had a picnic, while the other had towels, sunscreen, and a big umbrella. D’ad spoke up first, big balls bouncing off his thighs as he stopped in front of the cubs. “Mph… Alright, boys. Stay close by, and once we’ve got the spot set up - and some sunscreen on you boys - you can go play wherever you want.” Libra grinned, putting a hand on his hip. “Yeah, we trust you three together.” He rubbed Sammy on the head before leading the way down the path from the parking lot to the beach. ----- The umbrella was popped, the towels were spread, and the cubs were smeared in white. The three were sent scampering off into the surf. “C’mon, Wag, jump in!” D’orca paddled through the water on his back, using his wide tail to keep himself moving as he looked at his brother still splashing knee-high. Sammy paddled by, doing a doggy paddle as his junk hung heavy in the water. D’waggin huffed, looking at the two orcas happily paddling about. “C’mon, Orc, you know I’m not built for the water like you are…” As he was frowning at his brother, he missed the sight of the orcagon child slipping further under the water. Sammy grinned as he swam up behind D’Waggin, letting out a playful ‘rawr’ as he pounced, knocking the unexpecting dragon further into the water. Clinging to him, Sammy flicked his tail, dragging D’waggin out into the deeper water before rolling onto his back and floating to the top. “Hehehe. gotcha, Wag!” He didn’t let go, holding D’waggin against his chest and groin as the dragon flailed a moment and coughed. “Mph! Sammy, you can’t just tackle somebody…!” As he squirmed, trying to get away from the orcagon, he rubbed his rear and tail against Sammy’s constrained bulge, making the boy groan and squeeze D’waggin closer with a huff. It wasn’t long before D’waggin went still, feeling something warm and throbbing inching up his back. “Oh! Hehe, did I do that, Sammy?” Without waiting for a response, D’waggin rolled over, putting him face to face and crotch to crotch with the throbby orcagon. Sammy’s shaft was pinned between them, pointed up from its position from inside his swim trunks, the head throbbing just beneath his collarbone. As D’waggin grabbed at the head, Sammy let out a moan, a shot of pre spurting out of his shaft at being grabbed. At this, D’orca finally noticed his fellow cetean’s ‘predicament.’ “Ooo, hehe. Sammy got a bo-ner, Sammy got a bo-ner!” Sammy, for his part, just huffed, hands sliding down to grab at D’waggin’s hips and grinding up against him. “Mph… Well Wag caused it, rubbing up against me like that… So he should help me get it to go back down!” The three boys giggled, looking around to see if there was a nice spot they could crawl onto the beach. D’orca was the first, noticing a small cove created by an overhang of rocks a little down the coastline. It was too small for any adults to comfortably be in it, but for three naughty boys it was just the right amount of space. Sammy still wasn’t quite content, however. “I JUST said I can’t swim with this, though… how’m I gonna get there…?” D’orca quickly came up with a solution, swimming under the other orca and wrapping arms around his shaft. He gently tapped his fluke against Sammy’s, the two boys moving in tandem to propel the erection forward. D’waggin followed behind, slowly cutting through the water. He noticed how cloudy the water was around Sammy, and how D’orca’s speedo began to push away from his body, two of his usual four cockheads sliding free and wrapping around Sammy’s legs. As the three boys finally make it to the cove, Sammy is huffing and panting, his shaft constantly throbbing, a trail of pre following him up the sand as his clenching balls pumped the salty, clear liquid up through his large shaft. He flopped onto his back, huffing as he tried to kick off his swim trunks. D’orca and D’waggin, for their parts, stretched up, their four shafts each squeezing out the sides. The two boys pressed in, gently kissing each other as their shafts teased over the others torso, hooking into their brother’s speedo and quickly dragging them down, all eight cockheads leaving trails of pre over them. A loud moan from Sammy broke them from their incestuous make-out, the two turning to the horny orcagon as he thrust against his chest, hands pressing down on his shaft. He held it against his chubby belly and slim chest, spitting pre into the sand as he watched the two tease and kiss each other. “G-guuuyss… help me…!” D’orca squeaked and started to turn to go help his friend, but D’waggin bit his lip and grinned, pulling him back by his wrist. “Wait, Orc… I have an idea…!” He leaned in, two of his shafts stretching their way up his chest as the other two coiled around D’orca’s. They shared a whispered conversation, with every word seeming to make D’orca blush harder and harder before he nodded. “Y-yeah, okay. Lets do that…!” The Kraken brothers smirked at Sammy, who merely whimpered; any time they shared that look, Sammy knew he would spend at least half an hour in afterglow. And when the two brothers stepped in close, with D’waggin moving to his head and D’orca pulling of his trunks, he figured he had an idea of what they would do. “So, Sammy, Orc and I were thinking…” “YOU were thinking, Wag… I just agreed because it sounds hot…” D’waggin rolled his eyes. “Okay, I was thinking… since you’re already horny, we wanna see how much you can hold…” Two of his shafts wiggled over, hanging in front of his muzzle while the other two slithered down his torso. One curled around his shaft, the head teasing against Sammy’s slit as the other curled around his balls to tease his butt. D’orca, from the other side, did much the same - two heads teased Sammy’s tailhole, with one sliding up around his shaft and the other joining D’waggin’s at Sammy’s muzzle. Sammy bit his lip, squirming and spurting pre messily against the two shafts teasing his own. He grasped at the two shafts winding over his shaft. “Mmnnn… But Wag was supposed to help me get soft…” D’waggin huffed, his shafts all squirming and teasing, then D’orca grinned. “Hey, once we’re done filling you up, then you can fill Wag up!” D’waggin pouted at his brother, but Sammy stalled any words by leaning up, sucking the three shafts in front of his nose into his muzzle, pushing the two hovering over his shaft into it with a loud groan. D’orca and D’waggin let their heads roll back, leaning into each other as their shafts completed the loop by pressing into Sammy’s rear. All eight shafts began to buck and slide back and forth, leaking copious pre into Sammy’s muzzle, butt, and cock, making the little orcagon gurgle as his own pre was forced back, making his taint bulge and his balls slowly begin to swell. Sammy’s tail slapped the ground, his hips jerking back and forth as he thrust up against the two shafts spiraling down his own, bulging out the bottom of his shaft. Each slide back down fed his rear more onto the three twined prehensile shafts inside him. The young orcagon’s eyes fluttered as he guzzled, throbbed, and squeezed around the various lengths inside him, leaving D’waggin and D’orca to hold each other close over their chubby friend, muzzles pressed together in a deep kiss as they rocked their hips, mimicking their friend. Luckily for Sammy, the Kraken boys hadn’t learned to alter their cum yet, as it didn’t take long for first D’orca, closely followed by D’waggin, to moan loudly, both sets of balls tugging up, their shafts all squirming and flailing as they pumped Sammy with cum. When they looked down at him, however, not a drop of white was to be seen, the orcagon having spent enough time at their place that a single orgasm wasn’t enough to overflow him yet, although his belly and balls both had certainly expanded. Sammy’s hands reached up to grope D’waggin’s crotch, fondling the base of all those shafts and his balls while his feet rubbed and kneaded at D’orca’s. It was clear to the two brothers their friend wanted more. So they happily gave it to him, their squirming shafts calming down as they began thrusting again, their hips rocking back and forth as their shafts twisted and plunged into their friend. Sammy, for his part, reveled in the feeling of being stuffed so deep in his ass and shaft. Every time the boys pushed against his prostate now, his balls jerked up, half forcing their shafts from his own as pre and cum began to really build up. He gulped eagerly around the three in his mouth, always enjoying getting to have playtime with the Krakens. He never left unfulfilled, always leaving any interaction with them with a full belly and empty balls. And if the tightness he began to feel in his sac as the boys began to cum again was any indication, this beach trip would be more of the same. After the second orgasm, Sammy had a little bit of cum leaking from his beak, as well as a little leaking from his still-plugged tailhole. His shaft throbbed as he rubbed his round, sloshy belly, the orcagon groaning and squirming in place. He huffed around the shafts in his muzzle, gently grasping them and pulling them out long enough to speak. “M-mmph… I think I c-can handle o-one more…” He looked past the shafts in front of his muzzle. “Th-then it’s your turn, Wag…!” D’waggin blushed, leaning down and rubbing over Sammy’s swollen balls, huffing softly. “... Jeez, Sammy; you can still hold more? Well, Orc, lets make this a good one…!” The two wound their shafts even tighter, pushing back into the squirming orca. The shafts all began to pump into him at different times, making sure his shaft was always plugged and his prostate was always squeezed. Sammy’s heavy balls flexed, constantly tightening as they tried to unleash the backed-up load, but only getting more backed up and more swollen. This time, D’orca, who had reached down to heft and rub Sammy’s nuts, came first, pressing his beak into the swollen orbs as all four of his shafts squirmed, pushing deep into Sammy and causing a lot of splashback. D’waggin was close behind, seeing Sammy begin to leak white heavily from both ends, belly bloated as big as the orca himself as he tried to keep from leaking too much. Sammy’s arms and legs pulled away from the Kraken boys, his feet pushing down on his balls and squeezing around the base of his shaft. He held tight as his balls jumped, bucking up, trying to unleash the tidalwave… but he was saving it for D’waggin. ----- “Aaaand there they go.” Libra watched the cubs go over into the small cover, rolling onto his side to grope at D’ad’s bulging green speedo. “Thanks for keeping your grunts and moans quiet, by the way. I love the boys, but sometimes I just want a little private time. Yanno, one-on-one.” D’ad chuckled, laying still on his back as his speedo stretched almost to snapping before his four thick shafts pushed from the sides, letting the pouch settle over his balls, each one curling against Libra, pushing into his hands, between his legs, and against his pecs. “M-mph, yes, well, I could tell what you were going for by being so secretive. I mean, our boys all know what goes on between us; they’ve taken part a few times, after all. But sometimes, daddies just wanna play with other Daddies…” His first shaft teased up under Libra’s balls, hefting them before leaving a sticky trail of pre up the yenagon’s shaft. The second slowly slid up to tease over the brown fluffy neck, with the third and fourth squeezed in his hands. “Mmmm… yeah. They’re so young and excitable, but that can get a little tiring sometimes…!” Libra just nodded, grinning and sliding over to sit on D’ad’s firm gut, letting his mouth get filled with cock as his hand squeezed and stroked the two wrapped around his hands, feeling pre gush around and into his shaft. It didn’t take long before a couple more slid from behind the stuffed speedo, lifting him into the air and really letting the two fathers thrust and write. Libra was rolled to face D’ad, the orcagon keeping his hands behind his head and watching Libra smile, suckling around D’ad’s shaft as his own heavy balls were bounced and slapped against the shaft teasing under them. He groaned, squeezing the shafts in his hands as another shaft pressed under his thick tail, the yenagon now coiled by no less than 7 thick shafts. Plunged into his muzzle and ass, stroked by his two hands, thrusting his shaft into one, and helped by two more around his hips and shoulders. It didn’t take long for the horny hybrid to cum, eyes fluttering as his huge balls pulled up, his shaft throbbing inside D’ad’s own as he helped swell D’ad’s green speedo wider around his balls, bloating the orcagon’s balls with the seed from his own. D’ad let one eye drift closed, hips bucking up as he tried to hold back his own orgasm, spraying Libra - and therefore, himself - down with lots of pre. "Oooh, heh. Couple more like that and we'll end up flooding this corner of the beach… unless that's what y-" He let out a deep belly laugh as the half-aware yenagon snapped to, nodding rapidly. "Right, right - you guys like a big mess just as much as we do." He resumed his thrusts, beginning to let out his own groans as Libra sucked, clenched, squeezed, and thrust, working himself quickly to another ball-swelling orgasm before D'ad gave in, all seven of his shafts swelling slightly before they began to spray, pumping their mixed cum from his slowly deflating balls out into the hyena above as well as over the sand. Soon, Libra was laid back down on his soaked towel, shaft flopped over one thigh as D'ad's own arranged themselves limply over his belly and chest. "... Wonder how big a mess the kids made…" After they'd laid there for a few minutes, they pulled out some spare towels, shifted their spot a little, and set up the food. A little while after, the three boys splashed out of the surf, and the two dads chuckled at the sight. Both Sammy and D’waggin waddled up, bellies sloshing over their swimwear, and D’orca splashed along behind, positively glowing as he helped the two over to the picnic.