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The next night after PjXPete Missing Stories; Chapter 4...

There was a lot in this world that young Pj D'caht thought would never happen to him. Things and events that even now, after having gone through so much and having been fucked probably over two hundred times by half the men in Spoonerville, he just still couldn't believe had happened to him.

To start off the pudgy boy had never considered that he'd be able to survive high school all by his lonesome. When Max, his best friend and now step-brother, moved away Pj was sure he'd become a target for every socially challenged brute and block headed jock patrolling the hallways of Spoonerville high. After all, nerds like him tended to be fair game for those kinds of miscreants.

While that did happen--and boy did it happen!--Pj had still somehow managed to get himself through the worse of it in the end. The prize he earned for enduring four straight years of daily mega-wedgies and swirlies being the brand spanking new diploma that now hung on the wall upstairs in his bedroom.

A second thing Pj doubted happening was him losing his virginity. Again because he was a nerd, but also because of his weight and general timid nature. Shy chubby guys who liked homework weren't exactly known for turning that many heads. At least that's what Pj had always thought up until the afternoon his dad walked in on him playing with a dildo and proceeded to fuck the ever loving hell out of him. Since then there had been a veritable cavalcade of horny lovers in Pj's life. Men who eagerly stripped him naked so they could give him hard, frantic railings that had become a regular occurrence over the last year.

But it was having sex regularly that had led to the most surprising thing to ever happen to Pj which was getting himself a bonafide boyfriend! An unexpected Romeo who came in the form of Spoonerville High's star quarterback, Moose Clancy. A boy who had once been Pj's biggest tormentor at school but who, after several months of dating, was now his loving, sweet natured partner. Moose and him even going as far as to live together now that they both began their adult lives.

But as spectacularly farfetched as all three of these previous examples are, none of them could ever come close to the amazing thing that was currently happening to the hefty feline up in his bedroom one particular summertime night in late august. Something that really, he should have seen coming from a mile away given what usually happened to him.

Breath coming out in a short, heated puffs Pj was desperately clung to one of the pillows he kept on his bed. The portly young man completely naked save for the socks upon his feet as he endured the delightfully brutal onslaught of hard thrusts being delivered to his overused and slightly sore bottom. Each and every forceful slam he received as his lover fucked him into the mattress sending exhilarating jolts of electricity throughout his sensitive body in a never-ending cascade of mind blowing pleasure!

Peering over his shoulder as his innards were mercilessly pummeled into Pj couldn't help but smile, dazedly, at his partner despite the roughness of their actions. Blurry vision meeting that of his own grandfather, Peter Pete Senior. Or, as the teenaged cat was more inclined to call the sixty-plus year old man, Pop-pop Peter. A man who, before that week, he hadn't seen for over a decade but who now he knew very personally after having slept together nearly twenty-five times since he had come to visit two days ago.

Returning his grandson's pleased gaze with a grin of his own Peter gave the boy a fat, teasing wink as he happily continued plowing him with a growing sense of perverse pride. There had been a time when he had thought he'd never be able to experience such a wonderful display of intimacy with his cute little Pj. To never feel the boy tighten around his large, eight inch member as he violated the tight sweetness he had only ever been able to dream about. But now, after having finally discovered that Pj was as much a cock hungry slut as everyone else in their family, he was hell-bent on making up for all that lost time.

“Ya doing alright down there son?" Peter asked while roughly rolling his hips. “Ol' Pop-pop's not humping yer chubby lil' hiney too hard now, is he?"

Cheeks heating at the filthy question Pj shook his head rapidly. “Uh-uh Pop-pop. Y-You're doing it j-just right!" Attempting to convince the elderly man just how much he was enjoying himself Pj started to push back against the hardness working its way into his pliant hole. “S-See? I want it really bad!"

Stopping for a moment as Pj impaled himself on his meat Peter smiled down fondly at the teen. The kid certainly could be shameless when he got into the act. A sign that he was a true “Pete man" down to his very core. Only a member of their family fuck around with this much enthusiasm. It almost brought a tear to Peter's eyes knowing that the family legacy was still alive and well.

“Alright boy, iffin yer insisting I keep going." Peter eventually said after reminiscing for a bit. “'Course, there ain't any rules saying that I can't try ta make it even better for ya. Can't have you young'uns thinking us old folks don't know how ta fuck proper-like and all."

Taking control again, Peter decided to unleash the full power of his sexual prowess upon the unsuspecting boy below him. Never stopping once as he began to gyrate his lower half faster the graying feline wrapped his arms around Pj's hefty frame and pulled him up into a kneeling position against him. With this new angle Peter continued increasing his tempo. His movements quickly becoming a blur as he slammed upwards into Pj's body while using his hands to simultaneously twist one of the boy's pebbled nipples while rapidly stroking the leaking erection between his legs in tune with his upwards thrusts.

“OH MAN!" Pj cried out as the pleasure he felt ramped up to an eleven. Moving more in instinct than anything else the pudgy boy began bouncing up and down on his grandfather's lap. Every moan, every shudder he made coming faster and faster as his orgasm approached.

“Oh man… Pop… pop!?" Pj whimpered, mind going numb alongside his overworked backside. “I think… I think… ah… ah… AH! I'M GONNA CUM!"

“I can tell ya are son!" Peter growled with a sinister look. “An yer ol' Pop-pop wants ta see ya squirt fer him! Come on little guy, let it loose fer me!"

The finish line well within sight Peter hungrily mouthed at the nape of Pj's neck. Nibbling and languidly lapping at the sweaty area with almost animalistic zeal. This, along with the actions of both his hands and the jack hammering of his cock into the tight hole it was fucking creating an intense four pronged assault that he knew no man on this earth could resist for too long.

This was what Peter loved about having sex. Overwhelming unsuspecting lovers to the point where they couldn't help but give into the might of his extreme sexual prowess. Then again, this was hardly a rare trait among the men in their family. Dominating those they took to their beds was just a “Pete man" thing to do. But even as he enjoyed himself Peter also felt a sense of duty to the boy he was screwing into a stupor. Pj deserved to be spoiled like this. It was Peter's job as the boy's grandpa after all.

And for all his strenuous efforts Peter eventually did eventually deliver on this promise. Hearing a familiar cry of “Holy-moly Pop-pop you're amazing!" Peter watched as Pj reached his stunning completion. The chubby youngster shivering in the older man's arms as Peter's cooed endearments into his points ears. His left hand ending up completely covered in Pj's ample release as he slowly continued to stroke him during his orgasm.

“Now that's a pretty thing to see happen." Peter murmured when he finally released his grandson after several minutes of basking in the afterglow. “You ain't got no idea how much I love seeing you cum Little guy."

“I-I think I have some idea." Reluctantly lifting himself off of the thickness still wedged between his asscheeks Pj clumsily swung himself around and peered down between them. “But… um you still haven't… f-finished, right?" He pointed out.

Bringing his sullied hand up to his face Peter meticulously licked off the white sticky substance now covering his fingers. “Nah, don't suppose I have, have I?" He agreed with a smirk. “Maybe ya can help me with that son? That is iffin ya don't mind sucking me off fer da eight time tonight."

There was an embarrassed giggle from Pj as he watched Peter lap up his seed. “Well… I guess I could." He agreed, face once more coloring. “Never thought I'd be doing something like this though. I mean, how many guys fool around with their own family like we do?"

“You kidding me boy? What we're doing is a regular night home fer da men in our family." Peter countered while using his now completely clean hand to ruffle Pj's head fur. “Been that way fer generations and generations. Almost like a family tradition."

A thoughtful crossing his features Pj suddenly asked his grandpa something that he had been curious about since the night he had first arrived. “Um… actually can I ask you about that Pop-pop?" He began. “I know you showed me those pictures and all but having sex together really can't be a family tradition, can it?"

“Yer darn tooting it's a tradition Little Pj!" Peter insisted with a huff. The pain in his knees starting to get the better of him the mature man sat down on his bottom, his own expression turning contemplative as he settled. “Though, I 'spose I can't blame ya fer not believing. You ain't really got any idea 'bout our family tree an all that."

“Could you tell me about it then!?" Pj asked, almost tackling the other man in his eagerness. If there had been one thing he had always been curious about it was his dad's side of the family. A topic Pete seemed to be just as clueless about as he was.

His grandson's excitement infectious Peter happily nodded at the request to brag about their sorted family history. “I'll be happy ta tell you anything ya want son." He informed. “But only iffin you give me something in return." Motioning down he shifted back attention to his still very erect member. “Stories from Pop-pop don't come free I'm afraid."

Staring down at the shaft that had been inside him most of the night Pj grinned sheepishly. In all his keenness to learn he had nearly forgotten about it. “Sorry about that." He said ducking his head. “Guess I sorta forgot."

Not wanting to waste any time Pj crawled forwards and laid down on his belly, quickly taking Peter's turgid member into his suckling mouth as soon as he was in place to give the mature man the best blow job he could muster.

“That's my boy." Peter said through a deep growl. He had to say, Pj truly did have a talent for giving head. He even put his husband, Franklin Lapinski, to shame in that department. Truly shocking considering that Frankie had been the “Blow-job champion" of their cell block back in Nevada state.

As good as it felt though Peter didn't forget to hold up his end of their bargain and tried to think of where he should begin the lesson he had promised. He supposed he could regale Pj with the story of how his grandfather, Klondike Pete, had fucked his son in the wilderness of California during the gold rush. Or maybe, he's talk about how their distant French ancestor, Capitaine Pierre, had screwed his boy over a wine barrel back in sixteen-sixty after having escaped unfair imprisonment for treason.

In the end however Peter eventually concluded that it would be best to start with the one story he knew the best. The tale of his own deflowering at the hands of his twin brother Zeke. A memory that even after forty-five years he still looked back on fondly whenever he alone in the shower and horny as fuck. It having been the start to a wonderful lifetime of sleeping with what had to be thousands of men over the years.

Keeping a hand on the back of Pj's head just in case the boy got distracted again Peter cleared his throat and started recounting the event. Every word he spoke as he reminisced sounding more and more far off as he, along with Pj, became lost in the memories of that wonderful day so many years ago.

“Alright little Pj, let me tell ya 'bout what happened ta me back when I was a Pj myself." Peter started with a small smile. “Back in them days I wasn't nearly da confident stud I am now. Fact, I was a bit of a “Nancy Boy" to be honest. Only ever did white collar crimes. But that all changed when I began to notice my brother Zeke sneaking around. So, being a little smartass I wuz I decide to follow him and… don't know why he'd be down there that late… that's when I saw da big guy bend him over… and then… … … …"

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New York City, a long time ago...

It didn't surprise Peter Pete junior, or simply “Pj", that it had taken him so long to figure out what his twin brother, Zeke had been doing during the late hours of the evening. After all, when it came right down to it the two “Pete Boys" as they were sometimes called really hadn't spent that much time together since they had both been little kids. Mostly because of just how different the pair had become as they grew up.

Ever the bookworm Pj had spent the majority of his teenaged years held up in his bedroom studying for the day he'd officially start working for their family's shipping business, Steamboat Willie Incorporated. A goal he eventually accomplished and then some thanks to a brilliant mind and an almost supernatural talent with numbers and other forms of paperwork. It wasn't a bad job either. Working the company's books he had routinely saved his father, Peter Pete Sr., quite a bit of money each month through some less than ethical legal loopholes. And hey, if a few extra dollars made their way into his pockets during the process Pj wasn't going to say anything. He was his father's son after all.

As for Zeke, the older of the two boys was more of the hands on type of delinquent. Carousing through the streets ever since he had turned fifteen years old the little ruffian had developed a habit of bullying the other neighborhood children and shoplifting whatever he saw fit from nearby mom and pop shops. Zeke had even gone as far as to assemble himself a motley crew of local hooligans who had helped him terrorize the majority of Deloris street for well over four years. Their antics becoming the stuff of nightmares for everyone unlucky enough to come into contact with them.

So, as you can plainly see, the two siblings truly didn't have that much in common with one another when it came to their personalities or lifestyles. Pj clever and timid while Zeke was slightly dimwitted and prone to using his fists when needed. In fact, the only time the duo ever really interacted was when Peter Sr. forced them to attend mandatory family dinners or when Zeke took the time to bully and humiliate his younger brother with noogies, wedgies, and the ever obnoxious habit of calling him “Nancy Boy" or “Nerd".

Yet, even with this lack of familial bonding between the identical twins Pj was still able to notice whenever Zeke started acting out of the ordinary around him. This change in behavior usually the prelude to some sort of scheme to make his life miserable.

At least that's how it had always been the in past. This time however, Pj was about to discover something about the other boy that would not only rock him to the core but also change the very nature of both their relationship and surprisingly the one they shared with their stern, no nonsense father.

The whole thing started one seemingly normal night during their nineteenth year. Nearing the end of the lavish dinner that their butler had prepared for them that evening the brothers found themselves being sent off to bed earlier than usual by their father. Apparently Peter Sr. was expecting a visit from one of his--and these were his exact words--completely legitimate business associates and insisted that his sons remain in their rooms so they wouldn't be underfoot during the secretive rendezvous.

Never ones to disobey when the older man was within spanking distance both Pj and Zeke had dutifully heeded his gruff command. The pair of young felines mulishly marching their way out of the dining room and through the penthouse to the eastern wing where their separate bedrooms laid.

It was here, just as they entered the long hallway leading to their chambers though that Pj first got a hint that something was off with his brother. Most of the time whenever they were out of their father's line of sight Zeke would take the opportunity to pick on him in some fashion. Just a quick, efficient display of brotherly dominance to remind Pj who was the boss. Tonight however, instead of assaulting him Zeke said something that instantly made Pj to do a double-take.

“Goodnight Pj." Zeke softly said before a yawn. “Sweet dreams an all dat."

Skidding to an abrupt stop as soon as Zeke spoke those words Pj turned towards him, mouth hung open in shock as stared at him, dumbfounded. “W-What did you just say?" He asked.

Sleepy expression shifting first into shock and then into a scowl Zeke glared harshly back at his twin. “I-I said smell ya later Nancy Boy." He hastily explained. “Wut? Do ya got a problem with me talkin' to ya now?"

“No…?" Pj drawled, only more confused by the oddly defensive reply. “It's just I could have sworn you were actually being a civilized for once. You know, instead of a thug."

Glower only intensifying with that wisecrack Zeke rushed forward and took Pj by the front of his sweater vest, pulling him to him afterwards until they were nose to nose. “You better watch yer mouth Nerd." He warned, looking into Pj's eyes. “Now, scram! I'm way too fuckin' tired ta deal wit da likes of you right now."

Rudely shoved into the nearby wall with that rude statement Pj flinched as Zeke raised a fist as if to him. But instead of striking the other boy merely snorted at his frightened brother, a mean-spirited chuckle coming soon after as he stomped his way into his bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

Left alone in the hallway after Zeke's departure Pj grumbled under his breath while entering his own room, undressing for the night as he stewed over what had just happened. For the life of him he didn't know why Zeke was so damn mean to him sometimes. Sure, Pj hadn't exactly been nice either. What with all the smart comments he made about the other boy's intelligence.

But they were still brothers weren't they? Pj still thought back fondly to when they were little and they were blackmailing their butler into giving them extra cookies behind their father's back. Times he now missed very dearly. Not that he'd ever say so. Zeke would just make fun of him for being soft and if there was one thing Pj didn't want it was to give him any more ammo to accost him with.

“Oh well, no use living in the past." Pj muttered quietly as he finished putting on his pajamas. “But I still swear he said something nice to me just now. Maybe I should have my hearing checked or something."

Pj's hearing, however, proved to be more spot on than he believed it to be. Because the very next night when they were in the hallway about to go to bed again Zeke gave him a goodnight even more pleasant than the one that came before. A downright friendly. “Nighty-night Peeje." accompanied by a gentle pat to the bewildered boy's shoulder as he brushed past him and vanished from sight behind his bedroom door.

This wasn't the end of the niceties either. For weeks afterwards Zeke's bizarre behavior repeated itself again and again. These sociable farewells joined by lighthearted good mornings and even the occasional friendly greeting as they passed one another during the day. Interactions that once he got over the strangeness of it all started to unnerve Pj with each new iteration.

But it wasn't until Zeke began doing something even weirder that Pj realized something had to be done. Late one night about a good three months into this discomforting conduct the chubby teen was unexpectedly woken up by the sound of someone passing by his closed bedroom door. The old floorboards of their penthouse creaking and squeaking as whoever it was slowly made their way down the hallway in a manner that told him that they were trying to be extra sneaky about it.

At first Pj thought that this racket must simply be his father heading off to his own bedroom at the very end of the hall. Peter Sr. was known for staying up quite late doing paperwork. This conclusion though was quickly dismissed when from out of the blue whoever it was skulking about bumped into something and cursed. The hushed “Fuckin' sofa!" said not in his dad's deep tenor but that of his older brother Zeke's!

From that point on, just like the pleasant greetings and farewells before them, these nocturnal excursions became a common occurrence in the Pete household. Every few days Pj would be woken up at around ten o'clock or so as Zeke clumsily left the house for parts unknown only to return again at three or four in the morning giggling like a naughty child as he snuck his way back into his room as if nothing had happened.

Forced to listen to this every time Pj started to become increasingly curious as to what the rough natured brute was doing during the night. Where was Zeke heading off to? What was he doing once he got there? Was he going off to meet with a girl? To hang out with his little gang? If so then were they burgling houses or something else equally unlawful?

But the most important thing Pj wanted to know was how the hell was Zeke getting away with, whatever he was doing, right under their father's nose!? If there had been one thing Peter Sr. had drilled into them throughout the years it was that they were not to leave the house after sunset. Doing so could end up with a hard paddling or, if the offense was grievous enough, getting yourself written out of the will!

It was as he recalled that last part though that Pj got himself an idea. A horribly vengeful. Utterly spiteful. Downright mean-spirited idea that he just couldn't ignore. For years now he had been looking for the perfect opportunity to get back at Zeke for the constant bullying he bestowed upon him. And here it was being handed to him on a silver platter. If Pj could figure out where he was going and what he was doing then maybe he could use that tidbit of information to blackmail Zeke into becoming his slave. That ought to teach the smug jerk for pantsing him during their graduation!

Concocting a scheme on just how he'd accomplish such a feat Pj eventually settled on simply following his brother the next time he left the house after bedtime. Zeke wasn't nearly bright enough to cover his tracks so it would be easy. And luckily Pj didn't have to wait long to enact this plan either when the very next day, right on schedule, Zeke made his move and unknowingly sealed his fate.

Still fully dressed as he laid there in his bed the night he had chosen to trail the other boy Pj couldn't help but grin sinisterly to himself as the old grandfather clock in their living room went off at ten sharp. Sure enough, as soon as the bells ceased in their tolling Zeke could be heard making his way out of his room and down the hallway.

Hearing this Pj stealthily slipped out of his own bed, tiptoeing over to his door and carefully open it. Peering out into the near darkness of the hall with curious eyes the younger brother zeroed in on the elder's retreating back. Zeke's choice in attire making him frown with disapproval as he silently judged it from afar.

When Steamboat Willie Inc., had taken off and they became rich as a result Peter Sr. had insisted that all three of them should dress in a way befitting their new stations. The older Pete wearing expensive looking business suits complete with a bowtie and a top hat while his sons were made to weary preppy sweater vests over starched white shirts and high end slacks.

Pj had seen no problem with this new dress code thinking himself quite fashionable in it but Zeke, well he had always hated such attire and took every opportunity to wear anything else. Tonight was no exception. Gone was his fine clothing, it replaced by a pair of loose fitting blue pants, a green long sleeved turtleneck sweater barring a gaudy yellow stripe, and a bawdy bowler hat which he had placed askew atop his head.

'Jumping Jehoshaphat! He looks like some sort of back alley rake!' Pj thought, scandalized by the look.

Disgust towards Zeke's outfit pushed aside however Pj carefully padded after him when he reached the end of the hall and rounded the corner. His footsteps soft and careful less he alert his quarry or their father to what was going on. Traveling along through the house Pj was a little confused when instead of going for the front door Zeke took a turn and entered their kitchen, Pj hesitantly joining him and hiding behind a counter once he had gone inside.

Walking his way across the black and white tiled flooring of the room after he entered Zeke quickly ducked into their wine closet in the back. He didn't remain in there for too long however. The teen returning with two bottles of their father's prized merlot that he stuffed behind his back in the waistband of his pants as he exited through the kitchen's back door and out into the chilly air of the still New York night.

'Wow, this is even better than I thought!' Pj gleefully exclaimed as he hurried to keep up. 'Not only is Zeke sneaking out but he's drinking father's wine! He's so going to be my slave after all this!'

Following again Pj allowed Zeke to slowly lead them down the deserted streets of their neighborhood, heading to what he knew as the bad part of town. Idly looking around as they traveled Pj tried to remain brave despite himself. The familiar area of their neighborhood sure looked different during the night. The eerie quiet of the dark now surrounding them foreboding and ominous thanks to the way the buildings loomed over them against the black backdrop of the star filled sky.

After two hours of this nonstop walking through the streets Pj finally go to learn where Zeke had been unknowingly taking him this whole time. The smell of saltwater along with the sight of large warehouses in the distance informing him that they had journeyed all the way to the shipping port several miles away from the safety of their upscale home.

Pausing for a moment as Zeke continued down an alleyway between two of the large buildings Pj craned his neck upwards, confused as to why they were there of all places. Warehouses weren't exactly happening places. Just boring old buildings filled with shipping crates, forklifts, and other kinds of machinery where merchandise was stored until it could be shipped out to wherever it was being sent.

Both Pj and Zeke had actually visited many warehouses before since their family owned a whole bunch of them. Actually… as he resumed tailing his brother down the same alley had gone down Pj suddenly realized that the warehouses they were walking between did in fact belong to their company! The familiar sight of Steamboat Willie Inc. logo--a black and white image of a three stacked steamboat--clearly visible on the wall above him as he walked under it.

Maybe Zeke was stealing more than just liquor from their father. Maybe he and his gang really had graduated from stealing lunch money and sweets from candy shops to fencing stolen goods from unguarded warehouses. That would explain some of the inconsistencies Pj always found when he did the company's books. Well, not counting the ones he himself had caused, but that was another story.

Catching up with Zeke as he thought over all this Pj hid himself behind a conveniently placed trashcan and watched as Zeke climbed up onto the loading dock at the back of one of the buildings. It was then, and only then, that Zeke seemed aware that he may have been followed. The hefty boy's form illuminated by the lone light above the rear entrance as he suspiciously peered around for a moment before entering the warehouse with a confident swagger.

'Oh yeah. Now I know he's up to something.' Pj smirked, equally sure of himself as he gave chase and hurried inside himself.

Passing through the dimly lit entryway Pj scanned the area now before him, searching for any sign as to where Zeke had gone in the short thirty seconds he had lost sight of him. Much to the teen's dismay the inside of the warehouse was just as creepy as night outside had been. The tall, crate laden shelves calling the space home creating a confusing, maze-like series of passageways that disappeared into the complete darkness further inside.

But it was within this sinister blackness that Pj finally saw something. Located in one of the corners of the colossal room was what appeared to be a small building, it one window emanating a soft light that shone out brightly into the shadows. From its looks Pj deduced that it was probably an office of some sort. A place where the overseer in charge of the warehouse would do paperwork while keeping an eye on the workers milling about outside.

It was probably also where Zeke had gone off to. Why else would the lights be on after all. Realizing that Pj quickly made his way over to the far off room and arrived there after a few worrisome minutes of stumbling about in the darkness.

Carefully creeping up to the window once he had reached the structure Pj quietly peered through it, a smile appearing on his lips as he went to see what was inside. This was finally it! After weeks of frustrating speculation he was going to discover what Zeke's big secret was! Though, as soon as he looked inside Pj he quickly found himself witnessing something he hadn't at all been expecting.

Pj had been right about Zeke being inside the building that night. However, instead of meeting up with some girl or his vagabond friends the portly punk had apparently come all this way to meet with a ragtag group of middle-aged men. A trio to be precise who, judging from their wardrobes and general demeanor, were members of the city's lower classes. Yet, there was something about them that felt familiar to Pj. Almost as if he had seen them somewhere before. Though he couldn't place where exactly.

The first member of this sorted threesome was a rhino. The horn adorning his nose cut off halfway and his frame so preposterously large and muscular that it strained the fabric of the old, smudge covered shirt and patched up brown slacks held up by suspenders he wore.

Across from the first, seated on an old desk covered in papers and stacks of manila envelopes was a thickset gorilla. His clothing more or less identical to his compatriot's save for their colors and well-worn flattop hat he had perched atop his graying head.

Finally, standing between the two other roguish men, was a heavyset hippo in a casual business suit. The large, gray skinned man's face sporting a pencil thin mustache along above a fierce scowl that he had aimed right at Zeke as he tapped one foot impatiently against the concrete floor obviously fuming at him.

“Took you long enough to get down here tonight boy!" The hippo finally said after several minutes of glaring. “We almost thought you weren't coming!"

Unfazed by the larger man shouting at him Zeke smirked back at him cheekily. “Since when have I ever missed out on one of our meetin's Mr. W?" He asked, visibly amused. “You fellas are da only one's around who can satis-ma-fy me when it comes down to it."

Hopping from his seat on the desk the weighty gorilla in the room chuckled at the Zeke's response. “Fuck right we are Fat Boy!" He said, tugging at the boy's chubby cheek. “But only if you're keeping up your end of our bargain. You brought it tonight, right?"

“I got yer payment right here Clance so don't worry yerself." Pushing the hand pinching his face away Zeke reached behind himself and produced the bottles he had pilfered from his home, holding them out for all to see. “Here ya go fellas! Best booze this side of the Atlantic accordion-ing to my Pops."

“Yum, looks good!" The rhino suddenly rumbled as he reached out and snatched one of the bottles away. Popping the cork he then took a mighty swig, liquid dripping wetly down his chin, adding to the stains all over his shirt as he steadily began to drink.

“Fucks sake Allen, you idiot!" The gorilla shouted as he went to take the alcohol away before it was gone. “Don't you dare drink the whole bottle on us again!"

Pushing his palm against the primate's face before he could steal his treat the rhino, Allen apparently, held him away at arm's length. “I won't drink it all." He said unconvincingly. “And if anyone's an idiot it's yous Clance!"

“Like hell I am shirt for brains!" Clance, the ape, growled back as he clawed for the bottle. “Take it back!"

Allen huffed. “Not until you say sorry for calling me names first!"

Shaking his head as the two men began to squabble like children the hippo of the group held his hand out. Zeke instantly placing the remaining container of merlot into it when he did. “I say you're both idiots." Mr. W grumbled as he examined the bottle he held. “Still, this stuff does look high end kid."

“Like I said; Best booze money can buy." Zeke said proudly. “An speakin' of dat, you goin' ta hand over my reward fer pinchin' it for ya, or not?

“Yeah, yeah we'll get to it." Opening his merlot Mr. W took a sniff of it, a small smile forming as the sweet scent wafted up into his nose. “Fuck, you really did outdo yourself this time! You've definitely earned yourself the full works tonight."

Much to Pj's befuddlement as he continued spying on the secretive meeting Zeke suddenly giggled and gleefully rubbed his hands together. “Da full works huh?" He said. “Heh-heh, you ain't got no idea how happy I am ta hear ya say dat big man."

“You just can't get enough of it can you brat?" Mr. W mocked smugly. Leaning down so he was eye level with Zeke he grinned darkly. “You're just lucky you found guys like us who are happy to humor you. Isn't that right gentlemen?"

Ceasing with their arguing Clance and Allen turned their attention back over to the centerpiece of their gathering. The fight over the wine instantly forgotten as they eyed Zeke with keen interest. “So, who's going first?" The simian half of the duo questioned. “It's your turn to choose this time, right Fat Boy?"

Giving a quick nod, Allen chuckled dumbly at his friend's observation. “Si, ragazzo!" He said motioning over to Zeke with the now half empty wine bottle. “This is your party so yous should pick! Just make it quick okay? I don't want to wait forever."

“Wutever ya say horn head." Zeke snickered. “Just give me a minute will ya?"

Ducking down when there was a momentary lull in the conversation between the foursome Pj giggled quietly to himself. This really was the prefect setup! Stealing wine, sneaking out, breaking into a warehouse, cavorting with a bunch of thugs! The list of offenses Zeke was committing just kept growing and growing!

'Hotdog! I can't wait to see the look on Zeke's face when I tell him I know his secret!' Pj thought triumphantly. 'Finally I'll be the one in charge and he'll be at my mercy!!'

His upcoming victory over his twin seemingly confirmed Pj eagerly went back to eavesdropping, one ear perking up as he heard Zeke take a deep breath and loudly announce his choice for everyone present to hear. “I think I want… Allen to give it ta me first dis time!" He decided. “Don't think I got nearly enough of it last time we wuz tagether."

“But didn't I slip it to yous three times?" Allen reminded with a confused look. “Yous even said it was too much to take!"

“Wut can I say, I'm a real glutton horn head." Zeke countered. “Now stop stallin' an get over here already. I wanna get a big ol' taste of dat sweet thing yer hidin' in yer pants!"

Back outside the room Pj's eyebrows knitted together at his brother's choice in words. 'Sweet thing?' He wondered. 'Is Zeke doing all this for candy? And why would he want after it's been in that man's drawers all night?'

Too curious to remain safely hidden any longer Pj hesitantly rose up again to see through the window. More than ready to catch Zeke in the act of receiving whatever it was he was risking so much again. But, yet again, as he looked upon what was going on inside of the small room he was rendered completely speechless by what he saw.

Now down on his knees in front of the threesome of men he was with a now visibly excited Zeke grinned widely as Allen handed his drink over to Clance and stepped up to him. One of the rhino's hands going down to his button fly while the other landed on the kneeling boy's dark furred head, holding him in place.

“Been saving up a nice big load for yous this time ragazzo!" Allen bragged as he finished undoing his fly. Reaching inside he shockingly pulled out his half hard cock. Its length and girth only growing more impressive as its master slowly pumped it with his fist.

Finally getting a taste of the wine they'd been given Clance snorted derisively at his horned friend. “Who you kidding with that idiot." He said mockingly. “Your churchy old lady just wouldn't put out again I bet!"

“Hey, don't yous go talking about my Alisha like that banana muncher!" Face going red in embarrassment Allen shook a fist at the ape. “Woman's a saint ta put up with a big dumb bimbo like… ah… ahhhh! FUCK!"

Sensing the argument brewing in the air, a common occurrence between the two older men, Zeke quickly took the initiative to cease all hostility and claimed his reward. Reacting just as Allen began to shout the cunning feline opened his mouth wide and moved in. The blunt head of the rhino's musky manhood sliding past his lips and down his gullet as he began sucking on it with the vigor of someone who hadn't eaten in ages.

Responding as soon as he felt the suckling mouth on him Allen instantly forgot all about his burgeoning tirade and instead let loose a groan so loud that it echoed throughout the warehouse. Every single synapse in his brain going off like fireworks as he did his best to process what Zeke was doing to him and just how damn good it all felt.

Sharing an amused look between them as their friend began to wobbled from the intense pleasure assaulting his senses the other two members of clandestine meeting unabashedly stepped closer to get a better look at the show. Their vision trailing downwards as they approached so that they could properly observe as the horned brute's impressive thickness was diligently worshiped by their much younger companion.

“I still can't believe the fat little shit can take the whole thing all at once." Mr. W commented while groping the large bulge in the front of his pants. Up until a few weeks ago he had counted himself a staunchly straight man, what with him being married and a father and everything. But now, after having seen Zeke's skills several times, he couldn't deny how hard he always fucking got.

Fishing out his own throbbing maleness as he imagined how good it would feel when his turn came Clance hummed in agreement while excitedly stroking himself. “Me neither buddy boy." He agreed. “Then again, I still can't believe that our boss's pride and joy likes being our little bitch!"

Hearing this Pj's eyes went wide as saucers. 'Boss's pride and joy!?' He repeated.

So that's where he had seen the men before! All three of the sick weirdoes worked for their family's company. Thinking hard he recalled seeing gorilla and rhino who looked just like the ones with Zeke working the docks during one of his father's routine tours of their business. As for the Mr. W, Pj had once heard rumors of a loud and grouchy overseer named Wey who constantly terrorized everyone who worked under him.

Unaware of Pj's shocked revelation about who his “friends" were Zeke pulled off of the cock he had been nursing on and grinned up playfully at the men surrounding him. “Like you old perverts are ones to talk!" He said, tongue moving along the veiny surface of Allen's penis. “We all know ya get off makin' me do this crap."

“You aren't wrong on that matter." Mr. W acquiesced with a frown. But then expression changing the large man smirked while shucking off his blazer, the thick piece of clothing falling to the ground. “So seeing as that's the case I think it's time we moved onto the main event. That is if there aren't any complaints on your end brat."

Giving a devilish look Zeke reluctantly stopped playing with Allen's hard-on and clumsily lifted himself up onto his feet. “Oh, I'm up fer wutever you sickos got planned." He said brazenly. “Jus make sure it's good an nasty. I wanna have sumthin' ta say in da confessional next Sunday."

After pushing his dress pants down halfway, his own sizable member springing free from underneath his colossal gut, Mr. W pointed over to the desk. “Strip this fat slut naked for me lunkheads and bend him over that desk." He commanded harshly. “We're going to take turns fucking him and then send him home to his daddy with an ass full of our cum!"

“Was waiting for yous say that boss man." Only made hornier after receiving head Allen flicked Zeke's bowler hat off his head then began removing the boy's sweater. “The ragazzo here has da best ass I've ever fucked!"

“You're telling me he has." Clance heartedly agreed. Eyes going shifty when he said that he chuckled nervously. “N-Not that I'm saying I did another man in the can before or anything mind you."

“Sure you haven't monkey man." Zeke said with a barely contained snort as his sweater was removed and his chest fondled by a pair of large gray hands. “Sure you haven't."

Sending Zeke a sour look for his teasing Clance dropped down into a squat and retaliated by roughly tugging down the boy's slacks in one swift movement. The loose-fitting, bluish cloth sliding down Zeke's rounded hips to fully reveal his now completely naked form.

“I can see you didn't wear underwear again." Mr. W noticed as he took in all the nakedness before him. “Can't believe how much of a damn floozy you are. You really are worse than a hooker."

“Just more practical-like going Indian." Zeke reasoned with a small shrug. “Now hows 'bout you morons shut up an get ta fucking me already?"

For his continued mockery Zeke earned himself a hard push from Allen towards the desk which he was promptly shoved down, face first, onto. Peering back as he was held down by the bigger man the pudgy boy smirked, watching a Mr. W approached him from behind, hawking a loogie into his hand and using it to slick himself up as their eyes met.

“You really got a mouth on you, don't you kid?" The large man said as he slid a finger down the length of Zeke's furry ass crack. “Can't say having to listen to you bitch isn't worth the chance of getting a crack at this fat ass though."

“Just be sure to do it right this time fatass." Zeke taunted with a sluggish wag of his backend. He really didn't know when to quit. “Iffin ya can't then I'll jus have horn head do it right. He's got a bigger pecker than you anyway."

Going still when he was insulted Mr. W stared down at Zeke in stunned silence. Did this smart mouthed little bastard really just say that to him? Apparently so, because with dual snorts both Clance and Allen began to snicker at his shock. Their muffled amusement at his expense causing the angry, angry hippo's face to slowly take on a dark, red hue as his temper began to spike.

“Why you fucking little…" Voice trailing off as he shook with rage Mr. W pried Zeke's asscheeks apart and spat viciously into the exposed furrow. “I'll show you who's got the biggest pecker here boy! I'll tear you right in two with it!"

Grabbing himself in hand Mr. W pressed the tip of his hard shaft against Zeke's defenseless pucker, pushing himself in with nary a warning or hint that he was going to take it easy. There was, as always, some resistance from the tight ring of muscle at first but the enraged man paid it no mind and soldiered on. The entirety of his persistent girth rapidly rammed into the younger man with a fast, hard thrust so rough that Zeke couldn't help but throw his head back to cry out in a mixture of unbearable pain and immense sexual satisfaction!

Quickly covering his mouth as his brother was mounted Pj felt a shiver go through him, the sight of Mr. W pumping in and out of Zeke's ass with focused determination once he was fully inside him almost too much for him to bear. He just couldn't believe what was watching! There he was, his brother, the big bad boss of Deloris street getting his ass pounded by a horny old man in the middle of the night!

What made things more surreal though was that Zeke seemed to be having the time of his life as he was taken from behind. Recovering from the initial intrusion after a moment or two the hefty young man reacted to the breeding like some sort of wanton harlot. Giggling like a loon he began pushing back against the man pushing into him. Begging, pleading, demanding that Mr. W to go faster, to keep on “fucking" him harder and harder and harder no matter how much the other man sped up.

For what seemed like hours the pair moved against each other without ceasing. Zeke having to grip the sides of the desk he had been placed on when Mr. W lost control and began to outright slamming his lower half into him so hard that the large piece of furniture began to scoot along the floor with a loud, shrill screech.

But it wasn't just the fornicating duo who were enjoying themselves in that steamy office space. Standing on the sidelines the two other members of this randy rendezvous were stroking themselves without shame. Allen chuckling off and on as he worked a hand under his shirt, pinching his left nipple while Clance encouraged Mr. W to keep fucking the “needy little bitch" at their mercy without restraint.

In the end however simply observing proved to not be enough for poor horny Allen though. After suppressing a hard shudder when he almost came from his own ministrations the brawny mammal rushed over to the other side of the desk and positioned himself right in front of Zeke's moaning face.

Clutching the boy's head he none too subtly made the younger man look at his pulsating, meat. Zeke almost immediately getting the hint and tending to the hefty organ with his mouth. Lapping at and nibbling the precum covered crest so intently that it enticed a low, bestial rumble from above his head.

“Just couldn't wait your turn could you, ya damn Italian bastard." Clance grumbled as he stood there, dick in hand. “You don't see me pushing to the head of the line."

“I wouldn't mind Iffin ya did do dat monkey man." Zeke said as he mouthed Allen's erection. “Come on over. I'll suck da two of ya off at da same time iffin ya don't mind yer dicks touchin'."

Allen looked apprehensive at the suggestion. “Not sure if I'd like that." He mumbled. “Won't doing touching schlongs make us… you know, fairies or something?"

“Fuck that being fairies stuff ya big bimbo!" Clance responded with a shout. “Let's just get off and have fun!"

Ignoring the trepidation still on his horned friend's face Clance sidled up next to the larger man and wrapped a hairy arm around his torso, their dicks almost side by side as they peered downwards. Coming face to face with two prime examples of male anatomy Zeke couldn't resist himself and immediately tended to both the hardened shafts. Stroking one he began to suck on its neighbor. The wet slurping he made noisy and obscene for several long moments before he switched. Alternating back and forth over and over as Allen and Clance voiced their of his skillful touch.

From there all that could be heard inside the tight space was the sounds of the four men seeking out their release. Zeke happily continuing to suck off the two groaning men standing in front of him as steady, rhythmic grunting from the hippo vigorously fucking his delectably plush ass from behind grew rose in volume as Mr. W neared his eventual release.

It was at this moment, just as the orgy reached its stunning zenith, that Pj knew he had to look away before it was too late. Turning away the aroused teen slid down the outer wall of the office, onto his bottom below the window. What he had just been witness to had to have been the most amazing thing in the entire world. Better than those saucy stories he sometimes heard from his friends at college and way, way better than those dirty magazines he once found in the bottom drawer of his father's work desk.

But as good as spying on Zeke had turned out Pj knew he couldn't dawdle there for too much longer. Listening to the noise still drifting out of the window he concluded that the foursome going on inside was coming to its end. Soon those present would leave and if he wasn't gone by then he might get himself caught. Though, to be honest, Pj didn't know if that would be a bad thing or not.

Unwilling to wait there to find out either way though Pj quickly got up and ran out of the warehouse as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. Sprinting away from the docks and into the darkened city he felt his whole body shudder with suppressed arousal. The spooky nighttime atmosphere which had consumed his attention before paid little mind as he thought over what he had seen numerous times.

Since they were identical twins Pj couldn't help but picture himself in Zeke's place as he remembered everything. Scenes of the overly excited Clance removing all his clothes. Of the dimwitted Allen shoving his cock down his throat, making him suck him off. Of the irritable Mr. W forcefully bending him over that desk so he could breed his tight virgin ass rough and hard until Pj was left screaming for more! Each new sorted scenario savored and enjoyed as Pj felt himself grow painfully hard between his legs.

Having completely lost himself in all of these lurid thoughts Pj was surprised when, after only a half an hour, he found himself standing outside of his family's penthouse once again. In his frantic state he must have ran the entire way home. Something he had never done before.

But pushing this aside his amazement at his speed however the exhausted teen quietly snuck his way back inside his dwelling. The soft bang of the kitchen door behind him as he entered his house the only sound he made as he speedily made his way through the building and back into his room, tightly closing the door behind him once he was inside.

Safe and sound amongst his old toys and books Zeke sank down onto his knees, relief painting his features as he finally got to rub the bothersome bulge in his pants, attempting to relieve the building pressure he now felt brewing down there. For the life of him he didn't know how he was he ever going to look his brother in the eyes again. And forget about blackmailing Zeke. No one would ever believe what Pj had seen if he ever told anyone. Hell, he hardly believed it and he had actually been there!

Softly moaning Pj started to give into the pleasant sensations and memories plaguing his mind, eyelids slowly sliding shut as he did. Over the years he had masturbated quite often but this time it felt more intense somehow. Every movement of his palm sending a tingle of pleasure through him as he started to remove his trousers.

“Man… oh… man." Pj mumbled quietly. “What I wouldn't give to me in da middle of all dat."

“In da middle of wut?" Zeke's annoyed voice suddenly came from behind his distracted brother's back.

Eyes snapping open when he heard his sibling's questions Pj sprang forwards in fright. A suddenly move on his part that caused him to end up face down on his bedroom floor with his ample backside pointing skywards as he laid there, moaning in pain and embarrassment in the aftermath.

Rolling his eyes at Pj's theatrics Zeke gently shut his brother's door and walked over to him. “Geeze, will ya keep it down Nancy Boy?" He said with a huff. “Iffin ya don't Pops will wake up an we know we both don't want dat."

“Sorry." Pj mumbled as he reluctantly rolled over. Guiltily peering up at his brother as he sat there on the ground the younger boy noticed how clam he appeared. His clothing pristine and his expression half bored as he stared back down at him. “Um… d-did you want something?"

Zeke raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Nah, just thought I heard a noise and decided ta see wut it wuz." He replied back casually enough. “Didn't expect it ta be you though. Wut da hell are you doin' up dis late?"

Feeling like a criminal being interrogated Pj giggled nervously. “Oh, nothing really." He lied. “Just ah… ah… woke up and had to go to the bathroom!"

Crouching down so that they were face to face Zeke narrowed his eyes, Pj starting to sweat as he was regarded with intense scrutiny. “Since when do ya go ta sleep wearing yer day clothes?" He questioned next. “Long as I can 'member, you've always wear them sissy ass pajamas grandma gets ya fer Christmas."

“They were dirty!" Pj exclaimed, voice giving a crack as he began to panic. “Yeah, real dirty! Honest!"

Letting out a heavy sigh with this new response Zeke leaned in even further until they were nose to nose just like that first night Pj had noticed something was off. “Alright Nancy, let's cut to da chase already." He snapped. “I know ya followed me tanight an ya better spill da damn beans b'fore I decide ta hand you yer ass fer darin' ta lie ta me!!"

Cowering as Zeke continued to glare at him, ready to beat him into mush at any moment, Pj attempted to remain strong in the face of such fierce intimidating. In the end however, as was always the case, he ended up folding like a cheap suit. His whole body shaking violently as he fearfully told the truth.

“Okay, I followed you." The terrified boy admitted. “I'm soooo sorry though. I promise I'll never do it again! I won't tell anyone what I saw! Please, please, please don't kill me! I'm your brother!"

For several tense moments after this scared, rambling confession Zeke remained completely still his face still inches apart from his brother's. Unable to do anything else but look into his the other boy's eyes during this Pj took note for the first time in a long time of the one physical difference between them. Unlike him with brown eyes like their father Zeke had a pair of light, hazel colored pupils reminiscent of their mother's. The shade so beautiful and stunning that Pj unexpectedly felt his heart skip a beat as he peered into them.

This moment of sudden awareness was short lived however because before he could truly appreciate the sight Zeke turned away, his vision focusing on a spot down by the ground as he chuckled ruefully. “Thought dat wuz da case." He huffed. “Now dat we got dat settled I just need ta know one more thing from ya b'fore you get wut's comin' to ya."

Shaking off the trance he had gone into Pj lowered his head, expecting the worse. “W-What do you want to know?"

Hand moving faster than Pj could react Zeke suddenly palmed his brother's still half hard package. Fingers squeezing the heated bulge as the younger boy gasped out. “I wanna know iffin ya liked wut ya saw?" Zeke asked. “B'cause from da looks of it I'm thinkin' ya did."

“Z-Zeke!?" Pj managed to grunt out as his intimate bites were massaged by someone else's hand for the first time ever. “W-What are you--"

“--Ya better answer me now Nancy Boy!" Zeke demanded with an extra hard squeeze. “Just fuckin' tell me if ya enjoyed watchin' me get my ass fuck-a-ma-fied in dat warehouse or not! Iffin ya did, then maybe we can do sumthin' 'bout this here thing in yer pants."

Gobsmacked Pj gaped at his twin in complete shock. Was Zeke really suggesting that the two of them do something together!? “Y-You can't be serious!"

“Like fuck I ain't!" Zeke growled, growing impatient. Withdrawing his hand he shoved Pj onto his back and climbed over him, pinning the him to the ground. “Come on nerd, it ain't like we ain't done junk we're not 'suppose ta do before so just shut yer trap and let me do wut I want."

Trapped under his sibling Pj felt his cheeks tint at the sheer scandalous nature of his idea. Watching Zeke with those men had been one thing but this… it was downright incest! Yet even as he thought about just how wrong it seemed Pj also found himself surprisingly unconcerned with the ramifications. Zeke's body just felt so good on top of his. The older boy's fierce glare endearing and the aggressive nature of his demand arousing something deep within him he didn't know was there. A temptation that he couldn't resist no matter how much his dubious moral compass tried to persuade him otherwise.

“Okay Zeke." Pj bashfully agreed. “But please be gentle. I-I haven't done anything with anyone before."

“I'll be as gentle as I fuckin' want dork." Pleased that he had gotten his way Zeke lowered his head and firmly pressed his lips against Pj's, drawing him into what at first started as tender kiss but quickly grew into something more frenzied as they let their young, sex-crazed libido's dictate their actions.

Letting an inquisitive tongue slip into his mouth as their impromptu make out session became hot and steamy Pj whimpered, the way Zeke took charge making his head spin. Squirming when it became all too much to take he slid his hands down his brother's sides, both palms ending up cupping Zeke's spongy bottom as the other boy ground his erection against his, their lips never once parting for several long minutes.

Only when the need for air became greater than their lust did the duo stop their carnal exploration, Zeke sitting up as he looked over his little brother, amused at just how out of breath he had made him. “Ya know I wuz hoping you'd finally grow a pair and follow me." He revealed. “Been tryin' fer weeks ta trick ya inta doin' it."

“Wait, you mean… you planned all this!?" Pj asked in shock.

Looking smug Zeke folded his arms over his chest. “Course I did stupid." He said with a chuckle. “Why else do ya think I wuz makin' so much noise whenever I snuck out. Took ya long enough though."

Lifting himself up onto his elbows Pj pouted a little at learning that. Here he had been thinking that he had gotten one up on his brother when all along Zeke knew exactly what was going on. “You could have just asked me you know."

For the first time since they were little Zeke cheeks took on their own cherry hue. “Yeah, like I wuz jus goin' ta ask my brother ta fuck around with me." He mumbled. “Besides sneakin' around wuz more fun. Reminded me of when we wuz kids and pullin' off schemes tagether. I sorta miss dat ya'know."

Moved to find out that Zeke wanted to be closer again just like him Pj gave into an urge and grabbed him by his sweater, tugging himself up to him so that they could begin another round of fevered kissing. But that's not where his brazen behavior ended this time. Hand moving of its own accord Pj let it travel under Zeke's shirt and up his body. Fingers brushing against the soft fur of the other boy's belly until they reached a doughy pectoral which he gripped with a delighted hum.

Breaking their kiss with a soft moan when he was goosed Zeke gazed into his brother's eyes, his own aflame with passion. Taking the hint he quickly removed his sweater for him, Pj lunging for his bare chest with nibbling lips that latched onto his left nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. For a total virgin the little dork certainly knew what he liked.

But luckily for Pj, Zeke also knew what his twin brother would like. “Let me up, I wanna take yer pants off." He instructed.

Biting his lower lip Pj offered up no resistance as he was made to lie back down, Zeke watching with unbridled pleasure as he hungrily eyed the treat he was about to unwrap. This had been his dream since the day Mr. W had fucked him when he wandered off during one of his father's stupid inspections down at the docks. To share the sexual act with Pj and show him how great it was. The sinful act they would commit giving them a reason to grow closer and be friends again. Sure he knew his brother was a wimp but that didn't mean he didn't care about him.

With that in mind Zeke scooted back so he could move onto undressing Pj as fast as possible. Tugging at the waistband of the other feline's pants he impatiently pulled them down, their hasty removal leaving the slightly chubbier boy in nothing but his underwear as he laid there, biting his fist to keep himself from making too much noise.

Shivering as the cool air of his bedroom ghosted over his now bare legs Pj looked down over his jiggling belly just as Zeke snorted in amusement at what he had on. Even though he had many pairs of boxers in his linen closet he usually chose to wear a pair of old, kid show mascot patterned, briefs. The tight fitting undergarment bulging obscenely in the front much to his embarrassment.

“Didn't ya say that this kind of underwear wuz too childish?" Zeke teased as he poked at the plump mound between Pj's legs. “You practically begged Pop's ta get him a pair of “grown up" boxers like he has."

“These were just more comfortable." Pj defended weakly. “Besides what do you care what I-- AHHHH!"

Quickly growing bored when Pj began getting huffy Zeke decided to get rid of the offending cloth obscuring the price he had sought for so long. Reaching out he hastily pealed the childish undergarment off and tossed it over his shoulder with little care where it landed. That done he then set about forcing Pj's legs apart, fully exposing him as he licked his lips and dived right in with an excited growl.

Zeke swallowing his cock in one felled swoop Pj nearly jumped out of his skin when he was hit by a wave of pleasure. The brand new sensation of a wet, warm mouth greedily working its way back and forth over the length of his penis along with a warm hand pulling at his nuts causing him to lose all composure as he cried out in a desperate voice.

“Oh man, oh man, oh man, OH MAN!" Pj breathlessly chanted, heat pooling in his belly as he opened his legs even further, giving his brother as much room as he needed to continue on unabated. “Holy-moley Zeke you're amazing!"

Frowning around the cock in his mouth Zeke pulled off with a glare. “Keep it down will ya!?" He reminded harshly with a loud whisper. “Pop's is right down da fuckin' hall, member!?"

Reminded of where they were Pj sat up with apologetic wince. “Oh no… do you think he heard?" He said, panicking

Looking over at the door and then back Zeke slowly shook his head. “Nah, da old fart's drunk himself ta sleep like usual." He concluded. “We should keep it down though. Iffin ya can't I'll jus have ta stuff yer panties in yer mouth or sumthin'."

Not revealing that fact that such an idea excited him even more Pj quietly nodded his understanding and held his tongue as Zeke returned to giving him head. The older boy getting down onto his forearms with his rear sticking up into the air so he could nurse on his meat while Pj sat there, eyes on the bedroom door in case it suddenly opened.

Dismissing the threat of being caught himself Zeke took his time orally pleasing his brother as the minutes passed by. Massaging the average, yet girthy, shaft between his lips with his tongue he made sure to give Pj only his best. A feat he was able to do quite easily thanks to all that training he had with Mr. W and the boys at night. Soon Pj breath became labored. Short, heated puffs coming out of him as he daringly placed a hand on the back of Zeke's head for a few moments, thrusting into his mouth with swift, gentle movements.

“God Zeke… this… this feels soooo goooooood." Pj said, his mind to unable to fully articulate just how amazing it felt getting head felt. Body temperature rising the more aroused he got he quickly pulled off his sweater vest and the shirt he wore under it. Both items placed to the side as he basked in the carnal knowledge that he was now completely naked in front of his very own brother.

Noticing when Pj was fully undressed Zeke rose up, taking in every detail of his twin's form as he sat there on his knees. “You got yerself a nice body there Nancy Boy." He remarked. “Real good lookin, iffin I say so m'self."

“Zeke, we have the same body." Pj pointed out despite the blush on his face. “We're identical twins you big dummy."

After looking thoughtful for a second Zeke roughly shook his head, slowly going to stand. “Nah, yer chubbier and dorkier lookin'." He teased, his words getting him a dirty look from Pj. “Wut, it's true! Here, let me show ya real quick-like."

About to ask what he meant by that Pj was suddenly left speechless when Zeke started stripping right there in front of him. Tending to his bulky sweater first the roughneck feline yanked it off over his head and bared his wide chest, his large rounded belly bouncing ever so slightly when he next unbuttoned and pushed down his pants barring himself without any warning.

“So, hows it feel gettin' an up close look at me dis time?" Zeke wondered as he stepped out of his drawers. When all Pj did was gawk at him in all his naked glory the smirking boy turned around slowly, showing off still tingling backside. “Do ya think my ass is as good lookin' as I think it is?"

“Boy is it…" Pj breathlessly agreed. “C-Can I?

“Jus do it ya dork." Zeke huffed. “I already told ya, I want ta fuck around! Can't do dat unless we're touchin' right?"

“I suppose so." Keeling Pj clumsily shuffled closer, wiggling hands hovering in the air, unsure where he should start. He hadn't be lying a moment ago. Even after having seen him in that room back in the warehouse PJ just couldn't believe how handsome and sexy his older brother looked. Those curves. That thick cock. His… amazingly chunky ass! It stirred that dark desire within Pj again. One that made him want to fuck it just like that hippo had done mere hours ago.

Speaking of which, when Zeke suddenly bent over Pj was presented with the sight of the other boy's ass parting just enough to expose his most secret of areas. The tight orifice red and angry looking from the abuse it had suffered earlier that night with a trail of white fluid leaking out and down Zeke's wet crack when he reached back and spread himself open even wider.

“Bet it's a real mess back there ain't it?" Zeke said knowing full well what he was doing. “Ya should have stuck around and watched a little longer. Dat monkey and da horn head fucked me after Mr. W wuz done."

Pj took a large gulp of air being told that. “They did, did they?" He said through a stifled moan. “B-But then how did you get home so quickly? I just got back myself."

“Mr. W owns a car dumbass." Zeke explained as if the whole thing should have been obvious. “Da horny hippo gave me a lift home fer da price of a a'nutter knob polishin' on da way."

“Weren't you worried father would catch you?" Pj questioned. Cars were loud, noisy things. Even if their dad was drunk it still could have alerted him to what was happening.

Looking in the direction that their father's room was Zeke lifted his nose up at the very notion. “Nah, our old man ain't bright enough ta catch me." Was his confident response. “Besides, I can't control myself when I get all horny. Like now… I think I want ya ta fuck me Nancy Boy."

“M-M-M-M-Me!?" Pj stammered while pointing to himself. When Zeke gave him an unimpressed glare the chubby boy fidgeted nervously. “B-But you're always so in charge. Don't you want to… you know do me?"

“So wut iffin I like takin' it up da ass!?" Zeke snapped. “Dat still don't mean I ain't da toughest mudder-fucker in all of New York!"

Pj made a face, waving his hands around in an attempt to defuse his twin's anger before it truly took hold. “I didn't say you weren't!" He quickly explained. “I just thought with you being in charge all the time that you'd want to… do me?"

“Oh, don't get me wrong nerd, I'm gonna fuck-a-fy yer fat wimpy ass sometime later." Zeke assured as he went over to the bed, Pj quickly following right behind him. “But fer now, I want ya ta put it in while I got all dis cum dripping down my crack. Goin' ta make yer first time sumthin ta remember!"

Laying down on his back once they reached the soft piece of furniture the grumpy older boy lifted his legs up as high as he could. Knees pressing up against his belly as he presented his already well used hole for Pj to see. Staring down at all this Pj took a large gulp of air. Here he was about to lose his virginity and to his brother no less. If anyone they knew found out they'd be labeled as degenerates.

But even with that looming over his head Pj quickly decided to say the hell with society's labels! If him and his brother were both going to be perverts than why not just roll with it and go all the way? Better than stopping and living with blue balls for the rest of their lives.

Mind finally made up Pj ran a finger around the wet, cum covered pucker he was about to know very intimately. To his surprise Zeke reacted to his simple tough with a submissive sounding whine. A sound that he had never expected to hear from him. And one that, as he repeated the action and heard it again, he came to the conclusion that he liked immensely.

“Okay Zeke… I'll fuck-a-fy ya iffin dat's wut ya want." Pj said, his voice slipping into the same lazy accent their family was known for. He didn't know why but wherever he felt aroused or excited he'd talk like that. A baffling mystery that he could never solve.

His intentions made clear Pj positioned himself between Zeke's spread thighs and carefully slid his way into him with relative ease. The combined seed of his brother's three previous partners warm and slick against his turgid member as he began moving back and forth. Childish innocence discarded in an instant and replaced with the primal need to mount and fuck and dominate that plagued the minds of many an adult member of their family in the past.

Increasing in speed after a few tentative minutes of experimentation Pj smirked evilly for the first time in his life. His face taking on a similar appearance to Zeke's as they both giggled and grunted, the younger sibling falling into a brutal rhythm, jack hammering wildly into the body under him. It amazed him just how much he was enjoying doing this. The way the hole he was fucking tightened around him when he plunged forward. The way it gripped him when he retreated. The look on Zeke's face when he bottomed out, eyes glassy and mouth agape as he endured this brutal breeding. Pj couldn't have been happier at that very moment!

Feeling his twin's thickness sloppily pounding in and out of him as he laid there, mind reeling, Zeke let down the walls he had built up over the years and squealed in rapturous delight as his innards were probed and prodded. Again, for a virgin Pj was a natural. The way he hammered into him, never once missing a beat as he drove them to completion. It both literally and figuratively took Zeke's breath away.

And to think, this was only the beginning for them! With both boys only being nineteen they still had a whole lifetime ahead of them to fuck around like this. Not just with each other but with other men too! Zeke couldn't wait to introduce Pj to Clance, Allen, Mr. W, and a few of the other guys down at the docks! Together, with their looks and eagerness to please, they'd surly have their pick of anyone and everyone they could possibly want!

Completely caught up in their fun as they continued to fornicate like rabbits during breeding season neither brother seemed to notice when Pj's bedroom door suddenly crept open and a large figure snuck its way inside, watching the duo as they entered.

His one peg leg knocking softly against the wooden floor as he came to a stop Peter Pete Sr. folded his arms over his chest and nodded approvingly at his progenies. It had taken them a year longer than him but finally they were doing what all red-blooded “Pete Men" loved most. Fucking each other's brains out and being as nasty and loud as possible while doing it. This truly was a night to remember! Well… almost. There was one thing that would make it a hellava lot better and luckily Peter knew exactly what it was.

Slipping off the long nightshirt he wore the fortyish year old man padded over to his twins as quiet as he could. Thankfully the two boys were too busy with one another to notice his approach until he was able to come up being Pj and press his large bulk up against the shorter cat's sweaty back, trapping him between himself and his brother.

“Heya boys…" Peter greeted, the smoke of the cigar that hung from his lip wafting into the air. “Ya gots sum room fer yer old man in this hullabaloo?"

“POPS!? FATHER!?" Both boy exclaimed in sheer terror.

Only more amused as they tried to scramble out from underneath him Peter Sr. wrapped an arm around his standing son, hips moving back and forth to encourage him to keep going as he plowed his sibling. “Don't stop." He whispered into a pointed ear. “Fuck'um wide open while I watch ya. Give yer old man a good show."

“B-But--" Pj began, his mind fizzing out as the sensation of being balls deep in his brother was joined by the feeling of his father's larger than average meat wedging itself between his chubby asscheeks.

Kissing the teen's neck Peter softly shushed him, hands starting to roam and feel up whatever he could. “Clam up boy an jus enjoy yerself." He ordered more firmly. “But so we're clear, I'm fuckin' both yer asses b'fore da night is done. An once we're done wit dat we're gonna talk. First 'bout wut we're doing here and our family..."

Peering around Pj's head the older man glared daggers down at Zeke. “…Then me an you Ezekiel Pete are goin' ta conver-sate fer a bit." He told him. “Guess I ain't too stupid ta realize wut goes on in my own damn house after all."

“Yessir." Zeke cringed, knowing that there was a harsh punishment in his future.

“Good, now get back ta fuckin proper-like!" His command immediately followed as soon as he spoke Peter Sr. chuckled warmly. Despite Pj embezzling money and Zeke screwing around with his employees there were good boys. A little rough around the edges he had to admit but now that they were on the same page he could finally teach them the ways of their family. Both in and out of the bedroom.

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Spoonerville, the present...

Cumming as his grandpa finished his steamy history lesson Pj panted in exhaustion as he laid there on his bed, staring up at the older man. “Wow Pop-pop… that was really hot." He said, both giddy from the sex they just had and the fact he now knew more about their family. “But what happened afterwards?"

Carefully pulling out of his grandson Peter sat back on his haunches, taking a moment to catch his breath. He may have still been able to fuck around with the best of them, but he wasn't nearly as young as he used to be. “Well, after I finished inside of Zeke your great grandpa pounded both our cans for a good few hours." He reminisced fondly. “That's when we took that picture I showed you da other day."

Shifting himself up so that he was resting against the headboard Pj hummed thoughtfully. “You mean that one with Grand Grandpa Peter behind you with his arm around Great Uncle Zeke?"

“That's the one!" Peter confirmed with a roguish smile and a wink. “That shot's of me losing my anal virginity by da way. Had ta commemorate it fer posterity's sake."

Pj giggled at such a dirty little fact. But as he chortled something odd about the picture finally clicked. “Wait, if you, Zeke, and Great Grandpa Peter are all in the picture then who took it for you?"

Raising an eyebrow at the youngest male member of their family Peter smiled secretively. An expression that only made Pj more curious the longer he held it for him. “Okay, now you got to tell me!" The boy implored. “Please!"

“Maybe later little Pj." Peter said, infuriatingly dodging the question. “Fer now… fuck I need a break. Let's go see iffin da others are done reaming out yer boyfriends ass yet. Iffin they are I'm thinkin' we all order sum pizza."

“Sounds like a plan Pop-pop." Pj may have wanted to know more about his grandpa's first time but food was more important in his book. Besides, judging from all the shouting they could hear coming from his dad's room as they entered the hallway, Moose could probably use a break too.

Falling into step behind his grandpa as they made the short trip down the hallway Pj shook his head fondly. To think, the bizarre sexual relationship he had with his dad was something that most members of their family had experienced before him. Maybe if he asked again later his grandpa would tell him more. It wasn't just Peter and his generation of the family in those photographs he had seen after all. That meant that there were plenty of other “Pete family" stories that could still be told.

The EndFor now…