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Hello everyone. My name is Max Goof. You know, I've had a lot of fun times in my life, but I never would have expected that one of the best times in my life would happen, not with PJ, but with his dad, Pete. It's strange, but what started as me coming over to use an internet connection turned out to be a heck of a lot more, and, though I can't believe I'm saying it, I wouldn't change a minute of it. I'm going to explain, but to fully get the idea, I'm going to have to take you back to that first day: the day that actually changed my life.

Well, here I was. In my early twenties and going to college. You'd think I'd be glad right? Wrong. PJ, thanks to his dad, got into a major ivy league college, so this meant spending god knows how long away from PJ, my one main source of what I'd call fun.

On top of that, I could barely afford to get into college at all. I squeaked by, but it was a local college, which, to be blunt, wasn't exactly the best. I managed to get most of my classes as online courses so I didn't have to drive to campus often.

Oh, and I forgot to mention, I've put on a good twenty to thirty pounds lately, mostly from my lack of drive to do anything, and an eating habit I picked up to fill the void left by the fact my only friend in town was now about two towns over.

I had a project coming up soon that I needed to do a lot of online research for. The issue there was the fact that my dad could only get a poor dialup connection for internet use. That's what happens when you don't have a good job I guess, but it put me in a really bad position. I had already spent an hour today looking things up, but after the fifth internet crash, I'd lost patience.

Luckily, there was one place I could go that would make things a little easier. Unfortunately, though, that place, was PJ's house, and I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of talking with PJ's dad and somehow managing to convince him to let me use the connection he had. I wasn't even sure if Pete was even using it with PJ now out of the house, but Pete just had to have the best of everything, even if he didn't use it.

I put my laptop its' bag and walked next door, albeit nervously. It actually seemed rather quiet. Pete and Peg had gotten a divorce earlier this year and Peg took Pistol and left. Not that I'm surprised, Pete's attitude was never the most friendly. With a heavy sigh, I gave a knock on the door, amd was greeted by Pete, who opened the door staring.

Pete was dressed in a business suit save for the fact he was barefoot. He looked around outside, as if trying to act as though he hadn't seen me before he commented. "You need something, goof?"

"Hi Mister P..." I croaked nervously. "I was wondering... Would it be okay if I used your internet connection for a while. I've got a project due and the connection dad's got keeps crashing."

Again Pete looked around. "Funny how Goofy can't even manage to do anything that would actually help his kid at home." He gave a hefty laugh. "I guess I can let you use it for a while, come on in."

He stepped aside and I entered. One thing I will say that surprised me was the fact that the house was actually quite clean despite the fact Peg was no longer around. I'd have assumed it was PJ's doing, but, obviously, PJ was nowhere to be found. I shrugged it off and followed Pete into his den area. There was a huge computer set-up in one corner of the room, and a luxury recliner in another, along with a big screen tv almost the size of the one in his living room.

Pete ushered me over to the recliner. "You can use this if you'd like, goof. It's not like this room gets any use otherwise," he commented. He turned to leave the room, but, as he reached the hallway, he turned back around. "And, by the way, I was in the middle of making myself some lunch. You already eat yet? Would you like some?"

Wait a second... Pete knows how to cook? More curiously, he's offering to make me some. That's just weird. Oh well, better take advantage of it. I hadn't eaten in a few hours anyway, and the stomach was growling a bit. "Sure, thanks Mister P."

Pete laughed again, and left the room. I sat in the recliner and started up my laptop again. After getting the internet up and running again, I began looking up things for my project and pasting the useful stuff into a document that I'd be able to use for reference later after I went home. I did this for a good solid hour at least with no interruptions. It honestly didn't surprise me that I hadn't seen Pete again, and figured his asking was merely little more than being polite, but when my stomach began growling again, curiously, Pete walked back in.

"Sorry it took so long," Pete commented. He walked in with what appeared to be a bowl of soup and a huge submarine sandwich, which he put in the small table in front of me.

It wasn't until I actually looked at him that I noticed he was no longer wearing a shirt. I don't know why it made me nervous seeing him without a shirt on though, because he was pretty much shirtless any time I saw him when I was younger. I smiled a little and politely thanked him before taking a bite of the sandwich, which tasted like a bunch of assorted meats and cheese. I couldn't quite make all of it out, but it was actually quite good.

Pete eventually left the room again and let me eat in peace. I got through the soup and halfway through the sandwich though before I found myself thinking, and I don't mean about the project. Maybe it was because I'd grown to enjoy eating a bit more than usual, maybe it was because I hadn't jerked off today, but pretty much out of nowhere I felt my crotch stiffening a little in my already tight pants. Not being able to do any clothes shopping meant I was trying, and failing, to fit in my usual clothes, which often meant whenever I got excited, my crotch stiffening in them often bugged me.

I had no real idea why until Pete walked back into the room. He was rubbing his gut, likely from the satisfied feeling of having eaten again, but what stunned me was the fact that I found myself looking right at that big gut of his, and my cock in my pants twitched. Oh dear god.

Pete didn't seem to notice this at first and spoke, "How was it, Max?" He seemed to be acting unusually kind today, and I didn't have a clue why.

"It was good, Mister P. Thank you very much," I told him.

He walked up to the table to grab the empty bowl, and this is when I began to get nervous again. Something about Pete's large gut was getting me excited. I had to resist the urge to do anything, and gripped the arms of the recliner a bit. I tried to act calm, but, this time, Pete noticed.

"You alright, Max? Last time I saw anyone looking that nervous was when I took PJ to that major horror movie marathon," Pete stepped back a bit after picking up the bowl, but I couldn't get myself to relax.

"I... I'm fine, Mr P." I squeaked.

"And enough of that 'Mr P' garbage, Max, we're both adults. My name is Pete."

"Sorry... Pete," I corrected myself.

"Now, what's got you so hot and bothered," Pete asked me again.

Hot and bothered was right. Something about Pete today was getting me excited, and in a way I never would have dreamed or thought of, and my crotch wasn't about to let me forget it. Could I really be thinking this way... about Pete? "I'm just nervous about the project, Pete. This isn't an easy one."

"Ain't buyin' it, Max," Pete remarked. "I've seen you when you study. Usually, nothing phases you, and yet today every time I've come in here, you get nervous. It's like ya think I'm gonna hurt ya or somethin'"

I opened my mouth to speak, but none of the words would come out. It seemed like Pete was just waiting for me to speak, and when I didn't, he just laughed again.

"No need to be so tense, Max," Pete commented before heading to the door. I thought I was clear, but, just like last time, Pete turned around just as he was heading out. "Max... would a hug help?"

My jaw hit the floor. Did he figure me out? Did he know I was getting excited? Did he...

"You seem to think I'm gonna hurt ya, so I thought maybe a hug might break the ice." Pete commented.

Phew. He was just trying to ease what he thought was fear of him. "No, that's okay, Pete."

He simply shrugged and turned around to leave, but when my cock twitched in my pants again, I gave in. I had to get myself to relax, and maybe a hug would help. "Pete, wait..."

He looked at me. "Hmmm?"

I stood. Couldn't believe I was about to do this. There was the man who, for the last several years, was a royal pain to put it mildly, and I was just willingly going to hug him. And the worst part was I was doing it because I was feeling sexually tense. Looking past it, though, he has been quite kind today. Nicer than I think I've ever seen him. I kinda... liked this new side of him. "Maybe I'll take that hug after all, Pete."

Pete nodded and opened his arms to me. I walked up, still a bit nervous, and wrapped my hands around what I could of his gut. As I did, I felt Pete close his arms around me. At first I thought he was going to hurt me, but he merely gave me a firm hug. Something felt curious though. I found myself lightly rubbing Pete's belly. It felt soft and warm. It felt... nice. Clearly, though, I wasn't the only one who thought so.

I heard Pete moan just a little bit before he spoke. "Ya like my gut, don't you, Max?"

"I.... wha?"

"It's alright, Max. Nobody has to know. Go ahead and rub it if you want. Feels good actually." Pete told me.

Something in me just wanted to do it, so I did. I ran my paws up and down his sides, hugging his fat gut, resting my head on his chest a bit. His fat gut felt great. Especially against my own little bit of pudge I had. I really did like it, and I didn't want to stop.

"Max..." Pete did stop me, and broke the hug. "I had a feeling I knew what was going on."

"What are you talking about, Pete," I replied, trying to play dumb.

"For one thing, the tight clothes you're wearin' kind of make it hard not to notice the erection," Pete continued. "I don't think I ever expected to get that kind of a rise out of you."

"I..." I looked at him, defeated. "I don't think I ever expected it either, Pete. But with you being so kind to me, and... I guess maybe partially because of the fact I've started to like my own gut... I couldn't help it."

"Max..." He took my hand, softly, and led me back into his living room, and sat me down again on his couch before sitting there beside me. "Look, I think it's time I told you the truth about a few things."

"Uhh... okay," I questioned.

"Look, Max, what you always saw when you were over here was often not exactly the whole picture. Sure, out in the open, you often saw me with a major attitude and a chip on my shoulder, but that, to be blunt, was often because of Peg," he told me.

"Behind closed doors, Max, Peg never really cared for how I looked or how I was in general. She even married me thinking she could get me to change. She tried a number of times to put me on a diet, and frequently dragged me to places she knew I'd hate. And then she's snap at me for later complaining that I didn't want to go in the first place."

"Wow... seems kinda harsh," I responded.

"You ain't kiddin', if I didn't do everything she told me, she'd go on this tirade and gang up on me with all her women friends about what a fat useless slob I was. She never really approved of my job at the dealership either, and tried many times to get me into the real estate gig, but it just wasn't me." Pete continued.

"If I may ask... why exactly did you get the divorce?"

"Oh, that one's a hoot. We had to go to one of her little family get togethers, and she kept going on about how it was very important to her that we all go and that we were on our 'best behavior'. Well, to her, apparently 'best behavior' meant me not talking at all because she was afraid I'd say something to embarrass her. Every time I'd try to talk, she'd silence me and shoot me a dirty look. I couldn't take it no more, and on the drive home, I told her we were through."

"I'm sorry, Pete," I said softly.

"Don't be," he said back. "Since I got rid of her, things have been nice and calm. Surprised me that PJ actually wanted to stay living here instead of going with Peg. That was kinda why I did what I could to get him into the college he wanted. As a thank you."

"Wow," was all I could come up with.

"Anyway, with Peg gone I've been able to enjoy myself a lot more. I can cook and eat what I want, have friends over for drinks... have some fun in bed..." Pete gave me a bit of a wink, but I ignored it.

"Pete... why exactly did you decide to start being nice to me today, anyway" I asked.

"Max... ya want the truth... I've always liked you... You've grown into quite the handsome man, and well... the gut you're starting to get makes you look even better," he told me.

Okay, I was now almost convinced this was not the same man who spent years being so cruel. Something about him seemed different now, and, although I hated admitting it, I was becoming quite turned on by this new attitude.

"And by the way, you can make yourself comfortable here. I know you ain't comfortable in those tight clothes you're wearin',"

He was right. They were quite tight now, and I didn't see the sense in arguing it. I slipped the shirt off, and I was almost immediately hugged again. I was surprised at how much better it felt. "P... Pete..."

"What's the matter, Max? Getting excited again?" Pete didn't let go and, instead, hugged me closer to him.

"Y... Yeah," I stammered. It wasn't helped by the fact that, beyond that point, Pete reached down and groped me, hard. "P...Pete."

"Max... do you trust me," he asked.

Normally, I would have said no. Normally, I'd have pushed him off and ran. Something, though, told me it was okay to trust Pete this time, and that he wasn't going to hurt me at all. "Yes, Pete, I trust you,"

That seemed to be all Pete needed. He stood me up, then took my pants by the waistband and pulled them down, along with my briefs. This caused me to gasp a little as my erect cock was now let out into the open. Pete smiled as he reached and grabbed my cock. God, it felt good. I hadn't had anyone's hand but my own touch my dick since Roxanne and that was years ago. "Ohhhh Pete..."

"Just let me help ya relax," Pete said. He then got to his knees and took my erect cock into his muzzle. He licked and sucked it hard. I was actually quite surprised with how good he was at it, considering I never would have figured he'd ever sucked dick before. I couldn't help but begin humping his muzzle. His warm breath and tongue worked me over perfectly, and I could alread feel myself preing in his muzzle.

Pete didn't relent. He kept licking and sucking my cock, seeming determined to make me shoot my load, and, at the rate he was going, it was not going to take much longer. I felt Pete's hands gliding up and down my sides. "Pete.... Pete... please..."

He kept going. I could feel myself getting closer and reached down to rub him behind the ears. I whimpered a bit before finally releasing my load inside him. I kept thrusting in his muzzle as I came hard, and Pete just took it.I couldn't stop. It was like all of my tension left my body in wave after wave of pleasure. When I finally stopped, Pete pulled back. "Still feeling tense, Max?"

"After that, no way..." I remarked. "But now I need to return the favor,"

"You don't have to do that, Max... I wanted to help you," Pete protested.

I wasn't having any of the arguing. I got to my knees and yanked his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His cock was actually quite thick, and he had a decent length. I'd never sucked a dick myself either but I didn't care. I took his length in my muzzle and began licking along the shaft. Pete moaned out and began rubbing behind my ears the way I had with him. This just made me want to suck him harder, and as I did, he began to hump the back of my throat. Not being used to it, I coughed a little but resumed sucking it.

His thick piece of meat filled my muzzle as he humped. I could taste the pre coming off his cock, and it actually tasted very good. I kept sucking as Pete rubbed me. I could tell by the fact that he was speeding up, that he was about to cum so I began bobbing and sucking on the cock furiously, wanting to get him to cum hard.

"Mmmm....mmmm....Maaaaaax," and with that, I tasted his load as it shot down my throat. "Ohhh," He had quite a load. So much so I could barely hold it all. When he finished, I pulled off him, and saw a look that could only be described as pure and total happiness.

When I stood, Pete looked quite happy, and, to be honest, I was too. "God, Pete... that was wonderful."

"You're telling me," Pete remarked just as pleased. "Thank you, Max."

"I was happy to do it... I do have a favor to ask though." I told him.

"Name it, Max,"

"Can we... take a shower?"