Disclaimer:- I do not own Bunk'd or Bella and the Bulldogs. I have not met any members of either show cast or aware of their sexuality. What you are about to read is fandom meaning it's not real and should not be taken seriously. No money is being made.

Author Note:- I must really hate myself as this story is going to be Bi. I have no interest in woman, and the sex scenes with them will suck! The crossover part will start in chapter 3 or a little later. Fair warning the first chapter is Adult with Youth. I do not condone sex with minors!

Edited in part but not completed by TerboDC1980.

Chapter One

Gerald McCormick was proud of his son Xander for his eye and choice of a brother. Griff Jones-McCormick he saw will make an exceptional additional member of the family. He just hoped that he would enjoy playing footy (football), unlike his other son.

"Do you like the gift, son?" he asked.

On Griff's unmade bed was a used jockstrap that Gerald he used, as well as his father before him. It was not the one Xander mentioned to his friend's excluding other parts of the family traditions containing it. This one was regularly washed and did not carry the appearances of piss and cum stains like its predecessor.

A smile lit Griff's face at the sight of it. "I love it thank you." He turned around and hugged his new adoptive father. Gerald's hand raised and ruffled the boy's hair. "Is this the one Xander spoke of before, the one that never get's washed? It looks awfully cleaned but still old?" His uncertainty was apparent in his voice as he stopped hugging his new dad for the past seven weeks and looked back at it with skepticism.

"Xander told you about that, huh? well no this is not that jockstrap, umm you still like it though don't you?" he asked.

"Yeah" Griff picked it up for the first time and examined it before taking a huge whiff.

"Like the first Jockstrap, this one was also worn by my old man and me. Why don't you try it on?"

"While you are watching?" he was still smiling when he said that, with a faint blush beginning to form.

Gerald closed the door, which was not necessary as everyone in the household, including his wife, has had a piece of Griff since he joined their family.

"I am very eager to see if it is a nice snug fit for you." Was the older man's simple explanation as he made his way to the bed and sat down on it.

"In that case." Griff started undressing, he removed his shoes and pulled down his pants. He was not in the mood to tease his new dad by performing a slow striptease before revealing his junk to him. He was going commando that day, and his uncut soft penis was only being covered by the shirt he wore. His stepping out of his pant legs resulted in his leg raising up giving two quick peeks of his hardening member.

"You're not wearing underpants?" Gerald croaked out.

"Ain't I?" Griff cheekily retorted.

"Well let's see, come closer son."

Griff approached his dad with nothing but his shirt. He touched Griff's knee then let it run up his leg, Griff closed his eye and felt a shiver of excitement pass through him.

"Yeah, just as I thought," Gerald said, eyeing the 4 inches semi with the foreskin beginning to peel back. He licked his lips while moving his hands of the boy's thigh and taking hold of his hanging balls that has started to sprout hair on them. He squeezed them.

"I am so glad Xander thought about as adopting you, and that you gave your consent to the adoption. "He noticed a little precum dribble out and scooped it up and offer it to the boy, Griff took hold of his wrist and hold it in place to lick the droplet.

"I'm the one who should be glad, consider... well you know my history."

"Sit down Griff" He instructed the brown-headed boy, patting his leg.

Griff sat down and by new habit wrapped his hand around the older man shoulder, the two kiss each other hungrily and rough, Gerald hand took hold of Griff's fully hard 5 and a half cock and started stroking the reformed juvenile delinquent.

"You history is what makes you, you. Griff, you are special, smart and not just street smart I mean intelligent. You are gifted just like Xander is with his guitar, while not musically inclined you can pickpocket with the best of them." Gerald laughed at that, before removing his hand and taking a taste of the precum on it. "Even if you didn't want to take part in the McCormick tradition we still want you." His hands continued stroking him, and he can feel the copious amount of precum from the teen, he was disheartened to see doubt in the boy's eye still. He sighs as he wonders how to reassure him, perhaps talking to someone closer to his age might do the trick.

"We got distracted, why don't you try the jockstrap on now." His voice was hoarse, he loves drinking juices from his wife and two sons, and to see Griff donning the jockstrap that was last worn by Xander made his blood race.

Griff felt torn, he felt rejected that he was no longer interested in satisfying his carnal needs on him and relieved as he did, in fact, prefer a woman but being with man made him feel safe, warm and it was/is fun riding a cock or sucking on one.

"OK" Griff replied trying to keep the hurt out of his voice. He put it on and lifted the shirt so his dad can see it.

"Nice" he commented, groping his youngest son, before letting go. "Now turn around and show me the back."

Griff turned around and showed the man he called dad his ass.

"Yes very nice indeed," he said gripping the boy's ass cheeks and revealing his tight hole. "You ok if we go further? We don't have to if you don't."

"Oh yes, please. I love getting rimmed." Griff begged as he separated his legs and bent so he would reveal his entrance. It was true three years ago and remain so now. He smiled waiting eagerly for the faint touched of a tongue and once feeling it let out a deep moaned of appreciation as it traveled up his crack then back down. "Uh, Uh, fuck that feels good."

Gerald eased himself back with a chuckle. "It's all the practice that I've had," he commented before resuming but focusing on just one spot in particular.

"Oh fuck, yeah that's it, eat me, oh god" Were but just some of the words that came out as Griff felt the tongue force it was way through his tight sphincter and explored his depth, looking for that sport that, for Griff, made bottoming worthwhile.

Griff tucked the material of the jockstrap beneath his balls and was stroking himself while muttering profanity till he felt Gerald's hands seeking his cock, he let take over and enjoyed the pleasures of being rimmed and stroked.

Gerald was pleased that the newest addition to the family was willing to have sex with him and his wife and was curious to see how events will unfold when it was the two of them and his woman. Will he still want to bottom then or hope to show his masculinity by topping them both?

"Oh fuck dad, I want to feel your hot rod spear me." Cried out Griff as he felt what must have been the old man entire tongue in his tunnel.

Ignoring the boy's pleas, he continued feasting on the hole, while Xander and Samantha were still tight their anal passaged hold nothing to Griff's.

"Fuck me, please! I need your cock inside me!" uttered Griff desperate for a good pounding, as he begun to cry.

Unable to turn a deaf ear any longer he withdraws from the teen spread legs and saw him hard, leaking and in tears. He laid down on the lad and licked the tears away than engaged him in a kiss. Griff felt his father hard cock pressed against his chest, a shiver of delight course through him knowing he will be sheathing such a beautiful specimen.

"Thank you" whispered Griff after the kiss. He did not know if he was thanking him for the adoption, the jock strap, the support, allowing him to fuck his wife, the impending fucking or the kiss.

"Fast or slow?" he whispered back, not sure why he whispered as they needn't be quiet.

"Fast, I… need to feel some pain."

Looking at him with some concern he moved, so he was in position with Griff legs resting comfortably on his shoulder's and when he got a signal from his youngest son forced himself all the way in till his balls slapped against the fourteen-year-old ass. He stopped there allowing Griff to get used to his girth before giving the boy what he asked for.

If he was honest with himself, Griff liked women more than men. He could make an emotional attachment that other men just couldn't provide. Unless they were in the sheets, in which case the boy couldn't get over the feeling of being dominated hard. The best part was, he walked away with no emotional attachment.

That is how he felt while his ass was taking a beating and flooding his senses with stimuli sensations that being with a woman can't provide unless she wore a strap-on. The cock was an impressive length, and the width made its presence known as it forced it's why rapidly in and out of him. Griff was a moaning mess as he clumsily started wanking with one hand and played with his father chest hair with the other.

"Oh no son, none of that." Said, Gerald, as he saw Griff beating his 5.5 uncut teen meat.

Removing his son's hand, he took over. He loves watching his loved ones get fucked, even if it was watching as Xander breed's his mother watching her in thralls of passion. Griff wore the same look as Xander and Sam as his cock piston in and out, drawing the young teen closer to his orgasmic bliss.

Gerald took note of the leakage that Griff was producing, and he grinned as he thought he help his new son achieve the feat that Xander spent years mastering. Taking hold of the boy's ankles he started bending the boy, so he was staring right up at his cock, already his precum began landing on his face and neck. Xander could now turn over and suck his cock, his still a little sore that he still can't deep throat himself.

Griff ass is now pointing straight up at the ceiling begging to be filled once more. Gerald was still eager to give it what it craved. He resumed fucking his boy but at a slower pace. The position was not ideal for him to also return to wanking Griff and Griff frantic for release took over the task. His lips busy licking up the precum landing around his mouth.

Griff felt the lovely burn as he was being used, his body protesting in the manner it was being treated his face red with the strained of maintaining the position, not that he had much choice in the matter as Gerald piston in and out.

The fucking he was receiving above forced him to bend a little bit more and soon if he had wanted to he could have sucked the head of his own cock. He was getting off on the pain, the wanking and the fucking and his face was being showered with his precum. It was soon that he felt the familiar sensation and knew that his face, neck and upper chest would be drenched in his cream.

"I'm close." Griff was able to say between groans. Soon he closed his eyes as warm cum started landing on his person and bed. Gerald was forced to remain still as Griff's ass clamped down hard on his dick. To him, it felt like one wrong move on his part, and it will be snapped off, the boy's ass was milking his cock as it went through his spasm and Gerald prayed he wouldn't cum, for he had plans.

Soon the spasm eased, and the tightness relinquished its firmed hold, and he could move. He wanted to see Griff face as he finished up and gently remove his hard cock and eased the boy back into his familiar position with the boy ankles resting once more on his shoulders. Griff's face was soaked in his hot pearly white cum. It was in his hair, on his blankets and neck. While the man eased in for the last time in this session of their fuckfest, Gerald wondered if he should share it with Xander or his wife or just this once be greedy.

The moans and sighs of Griff pleasure joined the harmony of flesh meeting flesh as worked himself back up to his earliest speed. Griff soft cock started getting hard as the boy began playing with his nipples while ignoring his spent cock. His pinkish tongue move about his lips for any stray cum he might have missed, Gerald wondered why he didn't use his fingers to clean his face. His wife, Sam, and Xander would have, he shrugged his shoulders not caring as another wave of cum will spray on his son's face.

"Oh shit he it comes son!" bellowed Gerald as he felt his orgasm approaching. Taking his cock out he moved over to a panting Griff and Griff with his eyes closed was surprised to feel the hot cum hitting his cum crusted face and mixing with his own spunk.

"Oh man!" Griff cried out once he was certain the ropes of cum has ceased hitting him. "Now I need to get cleaned again." complained the spent boy, still too tired to move. He felt around for the jockstrap and wondered if he should use it to at least clear away the cum from his eyes.

More is on the way, promise! – H.

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