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Aug 2024 Flavor of the Month: Daddy's Loger

The smell of charcoal and the sizzling of dogs filled the air as Doug cut open a fresh package of foot longs for the party.

“Everyone eat up! Next round's a comin'!" Doug shouted, the man was a total smoke show for anyone with daddy issues.

He had brown hair that grayed around his temples, a thick stash that had silver peppering it, his square jaw only accented by the fact that his stubble was growing in thick. He wore a simple Hawaiian short-sleeve button down with a pair of kaki cargo shorts. His thick forearms were exposed to the sun, his tanned hide covered with a healthy amount of hair. Normally his chest would be on display, his big meaty pecs, salt and peppery chest hair, and big juicy nips were covered by a cheesy “Kiss the Cook" apron, the six pack abs painted on that protective bib bulged out over a thick muscle gut. He wore sandals, his feet having a tan line where the strap went over the top of his foot, showing how often he bathed in the glow of his grilling haven.

“What's up my man!" Jerry was a young accountant at a firm that Doug had done some handy work at. “What's on the menu today?" Jerry had a mop of curly hair, a tight tank top on his string bean frame, and some swim trunks. He had a couple of six packs of beer under each arm.

“Oh, the usual for now, but the spread is going to be killer this year," Doug chuckled, adjusting the aviators currently resting in his hair back over his eyes. “We got dogs, we got brats, we got burgers, beef and bison, even got a couple of ribeyes if we need to crack them out." Doug paused and raised a thick eyebrow. “The hell do you have there?" He pointed at the beer under Jerry's arms with his tongs, snapping them a few times.

“Just didn't want to drink you dry big guy!" Jerry smirked, putting the beer down on the table and cracking one open.

“Well, when you're done drinking that piss, try having some of my lager," Doug's thick stash perked up in a crooked smirk. “It'll knock you off your ass."

“Shit, you got your lager here?" Jerry chuckled and snaked a skewer from the grilling station, stabbed his drink and shotguned it down without a second thought. “Fuck," he gasped. “Where's the good shit at."

“You could have just not drank it," Doug cocked a brow.

“And break your rule about wasting beer? No chance." Jerry chuckled. “I learned my lesson last time."

“Good on ya," Doug smirked. “You're learning. It's in the garage fridge. Help yourself. I got plenty in the basement if we run out."

Jerry thanked Doug and walked his way into the garage just as a duo of guys walked into the backyard. Plenty of dudes had showed up to the party. The pool that Doug meticulously kept clean was filled with guys playing volleyball, a bonfire with s'mores was set up along the back fence, and the pool shed was blasting out the soundwaves from an old radio set that the big man fixed in his spare time.

“Hey Doug!" The taller of the two arrivals shouted. “Have you met my boy, Brice?"

Doug finished turning the brats and turned to see the duo.

“Mikey! Your boy visiting from college?"

“Ah nah," the bulky guy had graying blond hair, his thick stubble and sport windbreaker made him look like some football coach. “Just passing through on his way back from his training camp. Worked you into shape for the season, right."

“Yes sir!" Brice shouted in an over exaggerated response like he was talking to a drill sergeant, but the mischievous gleam in the young man's eyes belied the seriousness of the gesture. His dad ruffled his hair, the pristine golden locks of the college jock being set off as his dad played with him.

“At ease cadet," Mikey joked back. “Introduce yourself."

“God dad," Brice chuckled and slicked his hair back up into an expensive looking up-do before holding out his hand for Doug. “Nice to meet you sir, the name's Brice."

“Nice to meet ya, put 'er there buddy," Doug gripped the young man's hand, gripping firmly, and he gripped back. “Good handshake. That's the shake of a man with some grit!"

“Thank you sir," Brice smirked, his strong bicep flexing. “But my dad said there would be food. You wouldn't believe the calories I consume in a week."

“Growing men like yourself eat quite a bit," Doug broke the handshake and smacked his taught muscle gut. “I would know. I'm still growing!"

The three of them chuckled about it and then they went to grab a beer. This went on for some time, people coming in and joining the growing crowd of men, each chowing down on chips and dip while Doug plated them their food. Doug though, had something special planned for the party, and it all started with his special homebrew.

The thing about beer, even if you're the designated driver, you can still have one and still drive in an hour's time. So, when Doug had finished plating his guests, the grill master decided to take his special brew he kept next to the grill and sat down in his lawn chair as he watched the festivities unfold.

“Oh fuck dude," Jerry moaned around a mouthful of brat. “How does Doug pack so much flavor into a dog?"

“I think he said it had something to do with his beer," Gary, a short and stout man said, his olive skin shinning with the water from the pool. “It pairs well, and the beer brats are fucking amazing."

“You're telling me," Jerry moaned looking over at the guy, his swim trunks getting tight as he watched the dude wolfing down a massive bison burger. He never got turned on by watching a guy eat, but the way Gary's canines just shredded into that burger made him look kind of viciously handsom? “Wow dude, where the hell do you put it all. What is that, your third burger?"

“Hell yeah man. If I'm going to be bloated and can't swim, I want to be miserably full," he chuckled, juices from his meaty burger dripping down his goatee. “But it's like I can't get enough. It's so good."

Jerry smiled, slicking his hair back as he scooted closer to Gary.

“Uh…you okay dude?" Gary asked.

“I…yeah, I mean…I just…yeah," Jerry was half way into the bag at this point, nursing on his fifth beer. He didn't know why he scooted closer, or why his swim trunks were so tight. He always got baggy ones to compensate for the fact his dick wasn't so big. “Am I too close?"

“Yes…I mean…no," Gary furrowed his brow as he looked over Jerry, the guy was tall. The string bean was thin and lithe, but as he looked at him, he swore he could see the guy's shoulder's broaden, his arms flex and bulk, but it had to be his imagination, right? He just took another bite of his burger and pulled the guy closer. “I mean, if you're going to watch me eat, then do it, right?"

Gary was confused by what he said. Why would he care if someone watched him eat? Then again, people watched other people eat all the time. It wasn't odd. He held the tall guy on his arm as he took another big greasy bite.

Gary's fingers slid further down, gripping more of the guy's arm, his own shoulders widening as his stance grew taller. His glistening chest grew darker as his chest hair came in thicker and curlier. His pecs pushed out, soaking up some of the fat from his moobs to become thick slabs of muscle with a layer of fat atop them. His thick gut hardened, his skin getting darker, the dusting of hair showing the shallow abs of that muscled gut. He took another bite and swallowed, his jaw cracking and extending outward. The juices of that burger rolled down his chin, his goatee soaked as it dribbled down his now prominent Adam's apple.

Jerry smiled, taking a bite of his brat again, his body growing wider, his pecs pushing out and his abs flexing into reality. He chewed deliberately, taking a swig of his beer to wash it down. Fuck did it feel good to just eat and be a total dude. He felt a pressure in his chest and he took his fist and smacked it square in his solar plexus, a big belch coming up.

“Oh fuck, I needed to make room," Jerry took a swig from his beer.

“Nice one kid," Gary smirked, completely oblivious to his changes. They were jerky at first, but then they became smoother. His nails getting darker and more blunt, his arms getting thicker, his skull cracking and forming a duo of horns that rolled back behind his head. His ears flopped wider, his pupils becoming rectangles as a cocky grin played on the black goat's muzzle. He was stacked and thick, his body growing thicker by the second, his swim trunks tearing up his thickening thighs. The shorts were reduced to an overstretched thong with ribbons and threads fraying off them. He was big and strong with a healthy amount of fat smoothing out all his edges.

“Dude, have you always been this fucking hot?" Jerry asked.

“Just born this way kid," Gary nodded down, looking the much shorter man over. His body was covered in fur, his head cracking open to show a duo of antlers as his hair came down to cover his eyes. He was a buck, tall and lean muscle. He was shorter than Gary, but fuck if he wasn't a total stud in every regard, just more graceful and thin than the rest. “Don't sell yourself short either. You're a total catch."

“Oh?" Jerry gripped Gary's goatee and gently guided him to look him in the face, a single eye poking out from his messy hair. “Am I?"

“Fuck boy, do you know what you're doing to me?" Gary smirked, his other hand coming down to rest on Jerry's thigh only to feel the thickest hog he had ever felt in his lift. He glanced down and noticed the massive kielbasa snaking down the bucks swim trunks. The tip of his monster cock poking out the bottom and reeling out further.

“No, but I have a good idea of what you're doing to me," Jerry murred and pulled the goat into a deep kiss, their tongues mingling. The taste of beer and charcoal mixing in their maws as they made out.

Scenes like this had broken out all over the yard. A leopard was sucking down hotdogs at the head of the table like some hotdog eating contest, only with each dog he sucked down, his gut grew thicker, his dick slinking longer down his shorts until it was hanging out and leaking on his kneecap.

A bull was lifting a duo of lions with one arm, his bicep almost as large as his head as he continued to lift them and throw dinner rolls into his open maw with his free hand. He gulped those carbs down, and each one looked like it was lumping up in his abs, each one thicker and more cut than any body builder could dream.

As the feast went on, the more ravenous the men became for Doug's food. Gobbling it down and then turning into horny beasts. People were eating food off washboard abs, drinking beer form bellybuttons, and sucking and fucking one another in the open. The pool was one large frothy orgy, the picnic tables a rocking mess of ravenous feasting and fucking.

“Fuck yeah, you like that dad?" Brice snarled, his body transformed into an absolute stud of a Doberman, his hair slicked up as the dog sank his dick deep into his dad's ass. The older Doberman beneath him a drooling mess. “Who's the fucking man of the house now BITCH!"

“Oh fuck! You are! Fuck! You're the alpha of the house! Fuck me! I'm just your beta cuck!" Mikey huffed as his son asserted his dominance over his father.

“That's fucking right, now give me your fucking beer you fucking cock sock!" Brice demanded, his father immediately handing over the beer he was holding. The Doberman snatched it up and drank it, his Adam's apple bobbing as he fucked and drank. He brought his foot paw up and down on his dad's face, pinning him to the lawn as his son's balls smacked against his fat, rippling ass.

“I love you son!" Mikey howled.

“Fucking gay!" Brice swiped a dribble of beer from his cheek before throwing the beer at the fence and fucking his dad deeper and harder, wanting to seat his knot and cement his place as the top dog of his family.

Doug smirked as he finished his beer. He stood up from his lawn chair and pulled the stake off the grill. Someone tried to grab it, but a smack of Doug's spatula made any hand recoil. Doug started with a fork and knife, enjoying the stake as he watched his handiwork unfold. Of course the stake was grilled to perfection. Perfect char, perfect rub, and perfect marbling. He abandoned the fork and knife, his claws gripping the stake and tearing into it. His jaw snapped, his teeth sharpened as he gnashed the meat. He guzzled it down with another beer and kept going. His back expanded, his biceps splitting the sleeves of his shirt, his pants' threads popping as he grew.

Finally, he whipped the stake up like a feral beast in his maw and snatched it in his jaws, gulping it down. His fur grew in rapidly, his ears becoming pointed as his brown hare extended into a thick and wild mane. He snarled, his facial hair getting thicker to show off his powerful stash and his growing stubble. The aviators snapped in half from his expanding skull, his foot paw slamming down on them, the sandals he wore breaking as his claws lurched forward. Powerful pecs shunted into reality as a thick amount of chest hair and fluff came from between them. His gut became thicker, a thick keg of power framed by thunderous obliques. He gave a deep growl before throwing his head back and letting out a deep belch that rocked the air.

That belch knocked more than the gas loose as the rest of his body expanded, his shorts tearing apart and his massive alpha wolf meat flopping forward. Two feet of angry red alpha cock with a knot the size of a softball, each nut the size of a cantaloupe pulling down on that full sack.

He was an alpha wolf, his cocky grin showing fangs and tusks alike. His signature stash a reminder to all who the king of this BBQ was. He smirked, putting his fingers in his mouth and whistling loud. It pierced through the party goer's minds, their eyes all flashing with clarity as they heard their alpha call.

“Now," Doug growled lustfully. “Who's going to thank daddy for grilling?"

The people looked on, the DILF of a wolf before them easily head and shoulders over the next tallest guy and twice as wide.

A group of people cheered and lifted him up and threw him in the pool where he was swarmed by bull, Doberman, goat, lions, bears, and all manner of beast. After coming up form the water chuckling he was guided to the deep end of the pool, brought into a corner where several men messaged his back and neck. That massive bull came over and sat on the big daddy alpha's cock, riding him with a lusty growl.

“Fuck yeah big daddy," the bull huffed with a thick southern accent. “Bout to pay my respects to the king of the fucking grill."

Doug kissed the air and leaned back into the men messaging his back, the wall of muscle like liquid granite. Whenever the massive alpha wolf would roll his shoulders or crack his neck, the muscles would become impenetrable stone. Even with the other's enhanced strength it just wasn't enough to push back daddy's bulk.

The water was flying, the waves in the pool getting larger as the two went at it. Doug didn't have to lift a finger. That's the rules, isn't it? Whoever does the grilling doesn't need to do jack shit the rest of the night?

Doug snapped his fingers, another beer coming into his hand, the forty looked like a regular bottle in his hand. Several otters sank under the waves to work over the big alpha's nuts, messaging them, sucking on them, their enhanced lungs made for the pool.

“Fuck yeah, who's going to be on deck for when daddy's done nutting in this slutty Jessabelle," Doug whistled and a duo of boys came running. “Come here and keep my free hand warm," Doug instructed. The buck and goat running to their daddy's hand were he stuck two fingers in each of their asses, working them over to keep them warm when he was done with the beef riding his dick.

“Shit, I'm getting close," Doug snarled lustfully, taking a deep breath and letting out slowly, his stash so expressive with every moment of his maw.

“Fuck yeah big daddy," the bull's deep voice was almost as deep as Doug's. “Fucking knock me up!"

“Ah, shit yeah boy! Take my pups!" Doug didn't even need to lift a finger, that bull used all his strength to force himself down onto that knot, that thick ball of dog meat locking behind him before his balls bounced in the pool. Thick jets could be heard squelching into that bull's ass as the Alpha wolf came. It was so much that a few milky streams shot out of the bull's used pucker, the otters making sure none of it went to waste, gathering any stray swimmers and coming back up to the surface to snowball them for their daddy's viewing pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, get ready. This party is just getting started," Dough growled, the crowd roaring their approval. “If we get hungry, there's another bag of charcoal in the garage. Who wants to work up a fucking apatite!"

Everyone was in loud and horny agreement. None of the men went home to their wives, none of the sons went back to college, no, Doug was more than the cookout king now.

He was their pack Alpha.

And like any good Alpha, he would provide for his pack. Not a one would go without shelter, food, or dick for the rest of their days. Their BBQ King made sure of that.

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