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Late July, D'caht Household...

If there was one thing Pj had learned to enjoy during his last summer break before college it was sleeping in late during the morning. Used to be, before him and his dad started fooling around and he had finished school, the early hours of the day would have been filled with morning chores, making breakfast, and the mad dash to the bus stop so he could get to school on time.

Now however, the only things Pj had to worry about was enjoying himself as he cuddled his pillow and dreamed about going to an all you can eat buffet with his favorite superhero WonderSkunk. Sure he knew his newfound guilty pleasure would end when school started in the autumn but that was months away and nothing was going to make him wake up before he was good and ready. At least that's what the tired boy wanted until something came along that caused him to change his mind entirely.

Unawares of what was about to happen in his slumbering state the Pj continued snoring away in bed. Rolling onto his side, the sheet covering him sliding off a little as he moved, he revealed himself to be completely nude, his naked form warming in the early morning light filtering in from his window.

It was as this peaceful and highly erotic scene played that the first signs of something be amiss in the room made itself known to the drowsy teen. Slowing regaining consciousness Pj suddenly felt a very odd and very, very pleasant sensation come over his groin. It was only a small flutter of pleasure at first, the warm wetness that slid over his morning woody, making him squirm and mumble incoherently as he was sucked on with great determination and vigor. But soon the tingling stopped and was replaced with full on pleasure as he woke more and more.

A jolt of pleasure running up his portly body Pj sluggishly began to move and opened his eyes just a crack, the light streaming in that he had enjoyed in sleep now a pesky annoyance. If he didn't know better Pj could have sworn that he was being given head right now. But that couldn't be what was happening. It was really rare for him to be on the receiving end of such an action. Usually he was the one doing the giving.

'Oh man, not this dream again…' Pj quickly said to himself as he struggled to close his eyes again. 'Can't I get a decent morning's sleep without something sexual going on in my head?'

About to decide to just ignore what he thought was an imaginary blowjob Pj went to turn around and go back to bed. However, before he could something happened that had him coming to the stark realization that what was happening was far from any sort of fantasy.

A large hairy arm snaking it's way upwards along his body Pj gasped softly as his pec was unabashedly goosed and groped, the inquisitive fingers at the appendages end coming to tweak the pert nipple atop the doughy mound without mercy.

Giving a groan as his chest was tweaked and the incessant suckling at his loins increased suction Pj suddenly became fully awake and sat up. The surprised boy staring down the length of his body to discover that the culprit who was doing all these sexual things to him was a mysterious sheet covered lump that shook with barely restrained amusement.

"What the heck!?" Pj said utterly confused by the lump.

Deciding to get to the bottom of what was going on Pj quickly reached down and removed the obscuring sheet hiding his giggling mystery bedmate and giggled himself when he found out it was none other than his boyfriend Moose, formerly the brick wall, Clancy who had woken him up in such a pleasant way.

Shaking his head fondly as the ape smirked up at him with a dirty twinkle in his eyes Pj sighed and gave the older boy a smile. "I should have known it was you." He said with a slight hitch in his voice, the mouth on his cock sucking harder as he spoke. "W-Why are you doing this so early?"

Pulling off of his lover's cock with a luridly wet sounding pop, the horny gorilla grinned wickedly. "Why the hell do you think I'm doing this Fatty?" Moose teased lightly. "I woke up horny and needed my Pj fix!"

Another surprised sound coming out of him as Moose swirled his tongue across the tip of his manhood, Pj raised an eyebrow. "H-How the h-heck are you still horny after last night?" He questioned through a shudder. "W-We had sex five times before b-bed!"

"Since when is fucking you five times ever enough for either of us?" Moose cheekily rebutted. "Now stop your bitching nerd and let me finish. I'm going to use the cum I suck out of you to lube up my dick when I fuck your chubby ass in a bit."

Pj whimpered at the idea of Moose using his own seed to open him up. A thought that became all the more real when the ex-jock pushed two of his fingers between his asscheek and up into his hole, scissoring the entrance in preparation.

"Fine, but be gentle please." Pj implored with a smile. "I don't think I can take it as roughly as I did last night."

"I'm surprised you're still up for any sort of sex after all that babe." Moose teased. "Me and Mr. D wrecked this tight hole up real good.

Mind going back to the previous evening Pj nodded at the other boy's assessment. Last night his dad, Pete D'caht senior and Moose had returned home from a hard day at work hornier than usual. Apparently both men had made a "buttload", their words not Pj's, of cash fleecing some poor man out of his life savings down at the lot.

With all that spare cash in their hands the two had proceeded to party themselves into a stupor. Pete ordering several pizza's for them all to eat as they watched sports, viewed rented porn movies, and took turns fucking Pj's ass over and over until well past midnight.

All in all it was an average night of debauchery in the D'caht household. And truth be told Pj had quite enjoyed himself during the whole event. The way Moose and his dad fucked him in bed and once each on the hallway floor filling him with warm memories that would last a long time to come. But it had also tired him out something fierce hence his previous attempt at sleeping in late.

Resigning himself to his fate of not getting the rest he wanted though Pj quickly lost himself in the mouth around his sensitive bits and let the world around them melt away, Moose taking him deeper into his throat with all the vigor and skill of a man who had done so many, many times before.

It was only after a great while into his surprise felatio that the young couple had their privacy disturbed the house's third inhabitant. Ears twitching when he heard his bedroom door open up suddenly Pj rolled his head to the side and watched as his sinisterly overbearing and sexually aggressive father made his way into the room, the older man's eyes focused entirely on him as he entered without permission.

About to open his mouth to invite his dad over to join them Pj unexpectedly found himself holding back his words when he fully took in the older man. Much to the boy's great surprise his dad was fully dressed in his usual work clothes, his usual orange dress shirt, green stripped tie, and tan slacks, looking odd to the chubby boy on that weekend morning.

"Thought I heard ya two sluts goin' at it in here." Pete hummed in a distracted manner while adjusting his tie. "You boys should'a told me, could'a come in here ta fuck-a-fy da both of ya a bit b'fore I leave."

Pushing himself up onto his forearms, Moose having not slowed down in what he was doing in the slightest despite Pete's appearance, Pj gave his dad a look of confusion. Last night, between eating pizza and pounding his butt, his dad had informed him that the car lot would be shut down for a few days. Seems that the trailed serving as the office had been infested by ant who liked the taste of the cinnamon flavored lube Pete kept in his coat closet for afternoon quickies.

"Y-You're going to work dad?" Pj said unsteadily. It truly was a hard task trying to talk while being blown. "B-But I thought t-that bug bomb y-you s-s-set off would last until T-Tuesday."

Walking further into his son's living space Pete took a moment to regard his naked offspring. Brat sure looked good laying there with their resident simian sloppily sucking him off. "Naw, I ain't off ta work boy." He said after getting a good eyeful. "Goin' down to da apartments 'cause dat bologna buddy 'o' yers says he needs more money fer repairs. Bunch of hogshit iffin ya ask me."

"Dad… if Mr. Fraido says something needs fixing he's probably telling the truth." Pj reasoned through a gasp. "He spent all of high school working for his uncle's contracting company, remember?"

Pete let out a loud unimpressed snort. Why the hell did his son know so much about that Fraido? "You 'n me know dat ain't wut dat horned fucker's doin'!" He railed. "Bastards jus tryin' ta get under 'm skin again. Ya know his act."

"Or he's being completely honest with you." Pj interjected with a patient sight. For the life of him he would never get why his dad disliked Benny so much. "Mr. Fraido wouldn't kid about repairing the place when there's actually people living there with him now."

"Wut 'bout dat new radiator dat turned out ta be a hot tub?" Pete asked, eyebrow raised accusingly. "Ya know da one? Da one I got dat video of him, you, and sum pizza boy fuckin' 'round in?"

Pj felt his face heat up as he recalled the incident his dad was speaking of. A few weeks ago Benny had invited him back to his new apartment after a day of work at the deli. At first Pj believed it to be just an innocent little visit, but after a few kind words and choice gropes he had ended up bent over the side of the hot tub with the middle aged rhino and then a horny pizza delivery man plowing his backside in the heated waters.

"Well technically he asked for the hot tub before anyone else was..." Realizing something halfway through his lame defense Pj gaped at his dad in shock. "Wait! VIDEO!? Please don't tell me you didn't actually put a camera inside of Mr. Fraido's apartment like he said you wo--"

"--Hey Monkey boy." Pete grumbled, completely ignoring his son. "Get yer mouth offa dat thing fer a second and listen up!"

Heeding his boss's call Moose quickly pulled himself away from Pj's cock and gazed up at the older male. "What you need Mr. D?" He asked a little too chipperily. "And can ya hurry? I was sort of in the middle of something here."

"Heh-heh-heh, I can ya are banana breath." Reaching down Pete gave Moose's bare bottom a sharp slap, palm lingering to squeeze afterwards as a certain lustful look crossed over his face. A dark promise of something hedonistic and delightfully sinful later no doubt. "Jus gonna ta tell ya ta keep'um lubed and ready ta fuck."

"Don't worry Mr. D." Moose assured with a smirk. Hand going out he groped Pete's large and impressive member through the front of his pants. "I'll make sure Pj's good and open to take this fucker up his ass. Maybe we can do that double penetration thing again. The one that had him squealing."

"Ya know, I knew there wuz a reason I liked ya." Reluctantly pulling away after letting Moose touch him for a few more moments Pete turned away and headed back towards the bedroom door. "Alright ya two sluts! I'll be back in an hour ta fuck da two of ya stupid." He said over his shoulder. "Dat is iffin ya still feel up ta getting railed."

Exchanging a look between the two of them both Pj and Moose raised an eyebrow before turning back to Pete. "Do we really got a choice?" They asked together, Pj sounding mildly annoyed while Moose sounded playful.

Pete snorted at the two boys and licked his lips hungrily. "Nah s'pose ya don't do ya?" He snickered as he passed through the doorway. "Oh, an ya better pace yourselves. Sumthin' tells me I'm gonna need a nice afternoon wit my two favvy-rite sluts ta wash off da stink of dealin' wit dat horn headed fucker Fraido."

Waiting until his dad left them alone, Pj flopped his head back down onto his pillow with a sigh. "Maybe I should get dressed and go with him." He muttered thoughtfully. "Dad's not always the best person to deal with repairs you know."

Partially preoccupied with stroking Pj's spit slickened erection Moose gave the other boy a curious hum. "What are you talking about Peeje?" He asked. "Mr. D is a pro when it comes to business stuff. I mean you should have seen how he talked that guy into buying a car yesterday. It was missing the engine, the frame, the breaks, gas tank, and front and back seats but he still got him to pay over eight thousand for the whole thing!"

"If all that stuff was missing then doesn't that mean only the wheels and steering wheel were left?" Pj said sounding confused. "How the heck did dad trick him into thinking it was a car!?"

Moose snickered. "I told you, Mr. D is good." He reiterated. "So I'm sure he can handle whatever Fraido wants."

"Scamming people out of money and being reasonable enough to spend said money are two different things for my dad Moose." Pj rebutted. Motioning to the window the chubby boy huffed. "Remember what happened with his satellite dish? How he refused to pay the repair man an extra ten dollars and we ended up having to fix it with duct tape?"

"Yeah I remember that." Moose said with a cringe. "I think I still have a scar on my butt from when the damn thing fell on me."

"Trust me you do." Pj snickered, Moose returning his humor with an obstinate pout. "What, It's true? It's also kinda cute to be honest."

"You're lucky you're cute Fatty." Getting revenge for the "compliment" given to him Moose flicked his tongue across the heard of Pj's cock, the sensitive area making the other boy yelp. "Still don't know how being stubborn with home repairs will make the apartment thing bad though."

"Well you didn't see the way my dad acted when the contractors repairing the apartments wanted more money." Pj frowned haughtily. "I'm just lucky I found a way to convince those men not to walk out on the job after insulted all their hard work."

Giving an excited twitch Moose abruptly stopped in his oral ministrations and rose up onto all fours, a wide knowing grin appearing on his face as he stared at his chubby boyfriend expectantly. "Alright…" He said with a waggle of his bottom. "What's the story?"

"S-Story?" Pj chuckled nervously. Him and his big fat mouth. "W-Who says there's a story?"

Moving forward, Moose pinned Pj down onto their bed, his slightly out of shape body pressed up against the cat's warm fur trapping him under him. "I know you Fatty. When you say the word "convince" what you really mean is that you let someone fuck you!" Lowering his head the gorilla brought their lips together in a quick kiss. "And from that blush you're getting right now I'm betting it was more than one guy. So spill it!"

"Moooooose…" Pj whined, the red on his face indeed worsening.

"Don't you "Moooooose" me." The primate mimicked smirkingly. "Tell me what happened. I promise if you do I'll fuck you even longer than usual. I'll even do that thing with my thumb you like."

Pj bit his bottom lip as Moose wiggled his eyebrows at him. Why did such a weird thing always get his motor running. He truly didn't have any control over himself what so ever. Which considering all the sex he had had in nearly every bedroom, hallways closet, car backseat in town he should have known by now.

"Okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt telling you a little." Pj acquiesced after several long moments of thought. "But I'm not just gonna lay here. If I'm telling this sort of story then I have to write it down in my diary. I promised him I'd do it more often."

Looking up to the ceiling with a huff Moose gently rolled off of his boyfriend and laid down beside him, back resting against the headboard as he waved him off. "Go and get "him" then Fatty." He instructed. "But hurry up! I want to hear about every guy fucking you. How hard they did it. How many time you went. Everything!"

"Don't worry I promise you'll hear every single detail." Freed from his confinement Pj quickly got out of bed and waddled his way across the room in all his chubby naked glory, Moose no doubt watching his ass as he did of course. "No way ever I could forget what they did to me that day."

Reaching his desk Pj took out his little red book and a pen and speedily returned to his lover's embrace. Resting against the ape's bare chest comfortably he then proceeded to open his diary, small pen connecting to paper as he hummed in concentration.

"Alright… … … I suppose I should start with what me and dad were doing in the living room before everything started." Pj recited as he wrote. "It was sometime in the middle of march and the two of us were doing "you know" for the eighth time that day when… … … I can tell you dad was not at all happy… and then Mr. Fraido said… … … … …"

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Last March in the D'caht's living room...

The scent of sex hung heavily in the air that early march day in D'caht's living room. It was heated atmosphere of pure sin and debauchery where the only things that could be heard was the sizzle of the static on the large big screen TV, animalistic grunts and groans, and the ungodly loud squeaking coming from the room's lone "Sluggish-Boy™" recliner where two of the home's residents were vigorously copulating like a pair of wild beasts.

The younger member of this duo, a naked and sweaty Pj D'caht, panted openly as he roughly rose and fell on the cock wedged between his full, chunky asscheeks. Each downward slam he made with his big ass causing a meaty slap as shock waves of overwhelming pleasure rippled through his young dark furred body. A fact that didn't go by unnoticed by the man who was fucking the whimpering boy, his own sinister father, Pete D'caht.

Lustfully staring as his son's back as he rode him Pete snickered evilly at the way he could make the younger man moan for him. "Yeah… dat's it boy!" He encouraged gruffly. "Love dat dick splittin' yer fat ass! Take it all boy!"

Peering over his shoulder, his eyes pleading as he continued to grind Pj whimpered at his dad's command. "Can't we slow down sir?" He asked. "My ass is feeling a little raw now."

"Shut yer mouth bitch, ya know yer lovin' this!" Gripping both of Pj's hips with a perverse sounding chuckle Pete suddenly took full control over their coupling, the middle-aged man ruthlessly hitting a his progeny's sweet spot again and again so roughly that it left the younger man a boneless puddle of good feelings and wanton moans.

Eyes glued to his son as he ravished his ass Pete snickered dirtily to himself and kept his grip tight. Oh, how he loved hearing the little slut go off like he was. Reminded him of the morning he had fucked him after their first night together. That sexy little apron Pj had worn while cooking for him with nothing underneath and the way that girly thing had been thrown to the side as he made the brat wail on his cock for two solid hours.

Thanks to that arousing memory the forty-plus year old quickly found himself becoming already hornier that he already way, his hips moving faster and Pj's cries raising to a point where the neighbors might hears. There weren't many his age who could give it to someone as good as he could, Pete thought. Then again, just how many guys fucked their own sons into sexual stupors. Not that he any longer gave a shit about any of that.

As much fun as he was having fucking Pj without pause though Pete quickly came to the conclusion that he would need a little something more to truly get him off. In more ways than one mind you. He wanted… … no, NEEDED! He needed to hear his dear ol' baby boy praising him for his incestuous actions. It was then and only then that Pete knew he'd be satisfied with shooting a nice thick wad of spunk up the tight, clutching hole he had been breeding for the better part of an hour.

"COME ON BOY!" Pete growled out. "Start beggin' like da queer little bitch ya are!"

Showing he meant believe the larger man took Pj by the hips and slammed his cock into the ass above him as hard as he could. "Tell yer ever lovin' daddy how much ya love ridin' his thick rod!" He continued. "Tell'im how fuckin' much ya fuckin' love him fuckin' ya!!"

Though embarrassed at his dad's constant used of the word "Fuckin'" Pj obediently headed the command given to him with gusto. "Oh… f-fu-man dad!" The pudgy boy managed to get out as he fell back against his father's heaving chest. "It feels soooooo gosh darn GOOOOOOOOD! Please… p-please keep pounding my butt! Please, I really, really love it sir!! I can't get enough of your huge thing inside of me!"

"Ya really gotta get a more colorful vocab-a-u-lary brat." Pete huffed out in an almost playful way. "Good thing I'm here ta teach ya how ta be more dirty minded."

Releasing Pj's hips as the younger man began grinding down on him Pete slid his large gloved hands upwards over the soft dark fur covering his son's body. Exploring, he slowly ghosted the fingertips along the boy's sides and around his chubby gut, both palms ending their little journey when they ended up cupping the exhausted teenager's chest. Both hands kneading and goosing the bouncing mounds located there with an excited growl.

"Fuck, I know I've said it before boy, but ya really got a nice pair 'o' titties here." Pete commented matter-of-factly. Using his thumbs he flicked at Pj's hardened nipples, the little nubs sending electric jolts of pleasure through their owner as he did. "Guess yer nag of a mudd-der gave ya sumthin' after all. Didn't she? Heh-heh."

Pj's face, which had had a nice pink tint to it up until then finally turned completely red at the comparison to his mother's cleavage. "D-Dad…" He whined pitifully. "Can you please not say junk like that? Mom isn't really someone I want to think about during… you know."

A wicked look crossed Pete's face. "Awe, don't go gettin' jealous boy." He cooed in a condescending manner. "Peg might-a had a nice pair 'o' tits but yer ass is da fuckin' tightest thing I ever been in! Way better than dat old hag's dried up ol' cun--"

"--DAD!" Pj quickly cut in, his mortification quickly forgotten when the third orgasm of the current hour ripped through him like an avalanche roaring down a mountainside. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MAAAN!!!!"

Putting his head on Pj's shoulder as he felt the younger man's hole plus around his swollen member Pete happily watched as spurt after spurt erupted from the tip of the boy's cock and onto the floor between their legs. It was odd, he realized as he licked his lips. A few short months ago seeing another male climax would fill him with disgust not arousal. Guess he really had changed. For the better that is in his eyes.

Continuing with this revelation Pj quickly set about bringing himself to his own completion. Sliding his hands back down to the boy's now cum filled ass he held it tightly in place while delivering four more brutally hard upward jabs. His violent thrusts easily making him cum as he spray forth thick frothy seed with a growl of pure orgasmic satisfaction so deep that it reverberated throughout the room like the rumbling of an active volcano.

In the moments that followed their combined orgasms both Pj and Pete quietly sat there catching their breaths, the air still muggy and thick with the rank scent of sexual musk they had built up during their rendezvous. But as nice as this calming reprieve was it wasn't a long lived one. Finished with fucking his son Pete grunted and rudely pushed Pj off of his lap with all the politeness and decorum of a person throwing a boot at someone's head.

Listening to the startled yelp Pj made as he fell to the floor, arms failing like a windmill as he plummeted, Pete reclined in his seat and placed the lit cigar he had been smoking earlier between his thick lips. "Alright boy…" He began, hands going behind his head as he got comfortable. "…Now dat I screw-a-ma-fied ya proper-like how 'bout you move dat ass inta da kitchen and make me sum lunch?"

Giving a frustrated sigh from his unexpected position face down, his poor sore ass high in the air, a perturbed Pj spoke to his father with all the patience he could muster. "Do you really… ugh, wait a second." Finding it too hard to talk the way he was the boy rolled over onto his bottom with a wince. "Alright, now as I was saying-- do you really expect me make you lunch after what you just did to me?"

"Damn right I do." Was Pete's casually insensitive response. "I did you a service fucky-fyin' yer chunky butt so you oughta repay me now. Gonin' ta need da energy fer when we go again in a half hour."

Resisting the urge he felt to roll his eyes at his dad's reasoning Pj clumsily got back onto his feet and sighed. Not only did he have to make lunch now but he also had more sex to look forward too. "Okay, I'll go and get you something." He said. "How do a few bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches sound to you?"

Removing his cigar to flick some ash onto the floor--the one he had cleaned earlier Pj noticed--Pete's face took on an expression of deep through for a moment or two. "Better make'them bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, and cheese sandwiches instead brat." He eventually said, smoke billowing from his nose. "No need ta ruin good food by adding' damn veggie-tables I say."

To this day Pj didn't know how his dad ate like that and lived. "Whatever you say dad." He mumbled with a shake of his head. "I'll be back in a bit with the food."

"Make sure not ta drag yer ass boy." Pete warned as his son walked by him. "Don't want me comin' in there ta spank ya fer being late."

"Yes sir."

Not bothering to acknowledge that lewd little threat to his bottom or dress Pj tiredly left the living room and entered the kitchen with a huff. Feet hitting the cool linoleum the young feline hopped with a gasp and made his way over to the fridge, retrieving the half a pound of bacon he had both earlier that week from Mr. Fraido's deli before he then went over to the oven to cook.

All in all this was a typical Saturday morning for him, he reasoned while turning on the burner. Well, at least it was now a days. He had woken up early, no late summer morning for him yet, and had set about doing the various chores his dad always saddled him with. Oddly enough he had been able to finish those rather quickly that day though. The expedience he showed in the task allowing the overworked young man to partake in more pleasant activities like watching cartoons, reading comics, and playing video games. The prefect Saturday morning in his geek obsessed mind.

It was just too bad that a certain someone had other plans for him that day. There Pj had been, happily lounging on his belly on the couch, comic book in hand when a large hand fell down upon his poor unsuspecting bottom with a thunderous crack. The impact sending the boy rolling to the floor in shock as his tender butt cheeks stung like hell.

Looking up to see who had "attacked" him after he had fallen Pj frowned when he discovered the his assailant to be his own smirking father who had also finished his work early that day. From there Pete had whisked the annoyed younger man away to have sex with him in every imaginable way in every imaginable area of the house. The mess they made in doing so completely undoing the hard work Pj had endure through earlier.

The first room to be ruined after despoiling the couch had been Pete's bedroom upstairs of course. Pete laying Pj down on his back as they went at it for an hour missionary style. Next it was the laundry room, Pj getting bent over the dryer as he was pounded into from behind with so much force that the machine under him rattled worse than it did with a full load. Next was the basement where their family's old fashioned S&M dungeon sat, the imprints from seams on the leather swing his dad had made him get into still imprinted on the boy's skin.

Lastly there had been the kitchen table, the coat closet, the garage, Mr. Wey's garden, and finally the recliner in the middle of the living room where he had just been. Each local left a complete shambles in the aftermath of their sex marathon.

Pj dreaded thinking of what was going to happen to his poor bottom after lunch. Knowing his dad, Pete would probably invite someone over to join him in, "Wreckin' his boy's hole" as he usually put it. Maybe it would be Bubba or Mr. Wey, heck he even called over Howard Tarn over on rare occasions. Whoever it would be Pj wished he had help in dealing with the upcoming onslaught.

"Too bad Moose is busy this weekend." He lamented as the first piece of bacon began frying in the pan he was tending.

Mind drifting away from what he was doing and to the ape Pj realized just how much he was missing him that day. The quarterback had been given the weekend "off" by the pudgy boy's dad because of some family thing he had to handle. A task which a sadly sighing Moose had refused to elaborate on no matter how many time Pj tried asking him about it.

It was sorta sad for Pj to see Moose so down. Most of the time the ape was cracking jokes, teasing him, and ever eager for the sex, but whenever his family came up or more importantly his dad, the gorilla's mood always changed.

That uncomfortable one-eighty always made Pj want to ask what was wrong but he just didn't feel right about broaching the subject yet. After all, they had only just begun dating the previous month. Their budding relation to new for that sort of intimacy in his eyes.

"Still… maybe on Monday I should do something special for him." Pj said to himself, deep in thought. "Maybe I could ask dad if he could rent that boxing match Moose wanted to see on pay-per--"

"--Dat smoke better not be smoke I'm smellin' in there boy!" Pete's loud intrusive voice suddenly rang out from the other room. "Iffin it is an yer burnin' up all my bacon there'll be hell ta pay!!"

Wincing when he was yelled at Pj snapped back into the present and groaned when he witnessed the bacon he had been cooking burst into flames. Thankfully before the whole house burned down, the frantic boy was able to put the blaze out, the metal pan cover he placed over the pan causing black smoke to rise into the air as he sighed at the turn of events.

"Looks like I'm going to be going downtown later today." He lamented as he went to get the remaining bacon. "At least I'll get to see Mr. Fraido though. Maybe visiting a nice man like him will cheer me up a little."

Meanwhile back in the living room Pete grumbled moodily to himself as he sniffed at the air around him. "Damn kid better not be wastin' money in there." He griped. "'Specially when there's better was ta spend it like on pay-per -view. Speakin' of which… heh-heh time fer some gold ol' fashioned ennar-ma-tainy-ment!"

Reaching for the television remote on the table next to him Pete chuckled dirtily to himself. Last night, after he had fucked his son for several hours, Pete had ordered himself a porno called "Construction Papas Six". It was a nice little movie about a slutty twink who repeatedly and roughly experienced the hardships of his first day on the job where he serviced ten horny men dressed up as construction workers. That night Pete hadn't been able to fully enjoy the film before he had fallen asleep. But now, he had all the time he wanted to partake in the depravity on screen.

Or at least he thought he did until the phone also on the table next to the chair came to life. The digital devices shrill ring cutting through the aroused man's mood like a hot knife through butter.

"Dat better not be one of them dumbass telly-marketers again." The heavyset man groused.

Picking the phone up Pete stared down at the caller ID and grumbled irritable when he saw who was calling. Figures it would be that man who'd ruin his peaceful morning of sex and bacon. Pushing the respond button with his thumb Pete begrudgingly brought the receiver up to his ear and answered the phone in a way that only someone as classy and dignified as him could.

“Wut da fuckin' hell do ya want!?" He snapped into the phone. "And hurry da hell up and tell me b'fore I get mad!"

Following the oh, so polite greeting he had gotten the person on the other side of the line let out an annoyed huff in response. "Should have known I'd get yous instead of my cute little kiddo today." Benny Fraido's tired voice came over the line. "I swear D'caht, can't yous try being polite and friendly for one damn second? Not like it would hurt ya any."

Rolling his eyes at the other man Pete quickly transferred his phone from one ear to the other, his now free hand retrieving his remote so he could start up his dirty movie. If he was going to be forced to converse with an asshole like Fraido on his day off then he'd sure as hell have something good to look at while doing it.

"Hate ta break it to ya horn head but I ain't one ta be polite ta anybody ever." Looking at the screen as he spoke Pete smirked as the staring twink took a big water buffalo's cock up his dainty ass. "Now as I said to ya b'fore, wut da hell do ya want? And be quick about it too! I wuz jus about ta have lunch brought ta me by my recently fucked son."

There was a snort at Pete's harsh language. "Or more like you were forcing the poor kid to feed you after he was molested by your sick ass." Mr. Fraido huffed. "I still don't know why a sweetheart like him lets you get on top of him. Cutie could be getting it from fellas a hellava lot younger and better smelling than yous."

Pete nearly lost his temper right then and there, the gall of the two-bit, salami peddling, bastard on the other side of the line almost too much for him to bear! "Alright pastrami breath 'nough of this shit!" He growled into the phone. "Spit out da reason yer botherin' me and then fuck da hell off!"

"Don't you mean "Or fuck da hell off"?" Fraido wondered.

"You heard me." Pete replied back. "NOW ON WIT IT!"

"Fine ya big fatass. Since you ain't in da mood I'll get right to da point." Benny said with amusement in his voice. "Da reason I'm calling is 'cause we got ourselves a small snafu down here at da apartment building you need to attend to."

Pete ground his teeth at the mention at his troublesome side project. Ever since he had won that damn place from Reggie in that poker game it had been nothing by a pain in his rear. If Pete didn't know better he could swear the backstabbing lion had lost to him on purpose to unload the damn thing.

"Snafu…?" Pete drawled. "Wut sorta "Snafu"?

"Da kind where we need ta do some emergency repairs." Benny continued. "Mr. Augustine says he has to buy some more supplies so him and his men can fix a problem they found on da lower floors da other day."

"So tell'um ta go 'n' buy it stupid." Pete said as if the solution were obvious. He had set up a special account at a bank just for this sort of thing.

"Now why da hell didn't I think of that!" Mr. Fraido said, each word dripping with sarcasm. "Oh yeah! I didn't tell them to do that 'cause we're outta cash! Bank said your account ran dry this last weekend."

"Wait a minute… yer sayin' ya need more money?!" Pete said, temper flaring even more as the phone began to crack and buckle in his hands. The second one in the four months. "Wut da hell do ya mean ya need more? I've already sunk over ten thousand inta dat place already."

"Hey, don't you go running you mouth off to me ya big blow hard!" Benny argued right back. "If it weren't for my good ol uncle Brock and his "connections" you'd be in one hellava pickle! Usually a job like this costs three to four times that much dough at minimum!"

Pete made an indignant huff. "I still don't buy dat."

"Don't matter if you buy it or not D'caht! only thing that does matter is you putting more cash in da bank for repairs." Benny gave a mean sounding chuckle, the grin in his voice evident even through the phone line. "You know unless you're looking to sell it to my uncle or something. He said he was interested in buying it off of your hands for a reduced price"

It took all of Pete's willpower not to throw the phone in his hands to the ground at that. "Like hell I'm gonna sell dat place to yer family horn head." Lifting his tremendous bulk out of his chair Pete searched around for his pants. "Fine, I'll go an get ya yer damn money. But I'm also commin' down there fer an inspection first."

"You are?" Mr. Fraido said, surprised. "…Why?"

"Well fer all I know yer jus tryin' ta "imbecile" me outta money or sumthin'." Was Pete quick reasoning. "Gotta make sure you ain't scammin' me."

"I think da words yous were going for there was "embezzle" shit for brains." Benny quipped mockingly. "And for all yous know I just might be. Guess you'll just have to come down an see."

Pete narrowed his eyes. "Yeah guess I will!" He huffed.

Mr. Fraido chuckled again, the sound only serving to piss the other man off even more. "Well that's settled then. Bring Pj with you when you do too, won't ya?" He hummed. "After slaving away all day I bet the kid could use some pampering. I'll go and cook him a good meal just like my parents did and treat him good for once."

Choosing not to respond to that Pete angrily slammed the phone receiver down on its cradle, the growl that had been brewing finally coming out like a lion's roar. Why did that sausage sucking bastard always get to him like that? It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with people like Benny Fraido before. Smartasses that thought they could one up him in a game of wits.

Usually Pete could keep his calm until he could get the upper hand. But for some reason this Brooklyn bum always got under his skin. Maybe it was because his own damned son seemed to like the rhino better than him sometimes.

'Nah, that can't be it.' Pete dismissed with a hard shake of his head. 'Dat boy can get enough of 'm dick. No way he'd like dat fucker more than his dear ol' dad!'

Speaking of Pj, maybe Pete would bring him along like Fraido had suggested. Not because he thought the spoiled brat needed pampering or anything like that. Nah, maybe with Pj there Pete could find a chink in the deli shop owner's armor and take advantage. Fraido always seemed to turn to mush when his "kiddo" was around.

Giving his idea a firm nod Pete inhaled deeply and let loose a deafening shout. "PEEEEEE-JAAAAAAAAAY!" He bellowed. "GET YER ASS IN HERE!!"

A crash coming from the kitchen as Pj dropped some silverware Pete waited patiently as the sound of frantic footfalls reached his pointed ears, the sinister man smirking as Pj barreled back into the living room out of breath with an worried expression on his chubby cheeked face.

"Y-You called me sir!?" Pj said, breath short as he bent over panting. "Sorry it took me so long to get here. And if this is about your food I'm really, really sorry I burned the first batch of bacon. I promise I'll go and--"

"--Ferget dat for now boy." Pete cut in as he stomped his way past his son, heading towards the stairs leading to the second story. "Jus pack up wut ya got done and get yerself dressed. We're hittin' da road in ten!"

Bewilderment replacing worry as he stood up Pj followed after his dad into the foyer. "We're leaving?" He asked. "But I thought we were going to… you know after you ate."

Pete chuckled at the barely hidden eagerness in that sentence. Despite his bitching Pj certainly did like getting fucked. "I'll fuck ya in da car on da way iffin I feel up to it." He promised. "Now do wut I told ya boy! Move, move, move, move, MOVE!"

Clapping his hands together as to scare Pj into action Pete chuckled darkly as he watched the younger male scramble up the stairs, bare ass bouncing with each step he made as he climbed. Fraido might not have the proper sense to fear him like he should but at least his son still knew who was boss.

In fact since Pj was being such an obedient little boy for him maybe Pete would reward him with that fucking he wanted so badly. It had been a good while since the last time they had steamed up the windows in the back of his Studebaker.

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Later that afternoon…

It was around one o'clock in the afternoon by the time the D'caht's pulled up to Pete's apartment complex. His old trusty Studebaker giving a creak of protest as they pulled into one of the handicapped spaces in the weed strewed parking lot Pete quickly shut the vehicle off and scanned the remains of the decaying urban structure, the frown he made going unnoticed as Pj looked the building over himself.

To the younger man the place looked way more presentable than it had the first time he had seen it. Not perfect by any means but nicer than it was. The small yard wrapping around the property had been mowed and landscaped recently from the looks of it. The garbage removed and the sidewalk, which had been cracked and broken, now new and pristine.

The building itself also looked worlds better too. All the broken windows replaced, the once bare brickwork near the front now painted beige and gray, and most surprising of all, the once boarded up entrance now replaced by a brand new revolving door made of brass and glass.

Taking in all of these new changed Pj quickly came to the conclusion that they had come down town for nothing. Mr. Fraido and the men his uncle had hired to renovate were obviously doing their jobs to their fullest. It would only be a few months before people could move into the building along with Benny who already lived there.

Unfortunately Pj seemed to be the only D'caht impressed by what he was seeing. Or at least that's what the younger man concluded when he turned around to his dad and took in the fierce glare that had settled on his dour face.

“Fer fucks sake!" Trying to get a better look at his property Pete grunted and suddenly leaned across the cab of the car, his large body smothering Pj's pudgy one as he did. "Damn place still looks like a hellhole! Told ya dat pickled breath fuck buddy 'o' yers wuz jus tryin' ta bank-a-ma-rupt me!!"

"D-Dad c-can you please get off?" Pj grunted out painfully as he was squished. "Y-You're crushing me a little?"

Reluctantly shifting his attention away from the hovel he was eyeballing Pete mulishly stared down at his gasping son and rolled his eyes. "Don't go actin' like ya don't love havin' me on top of ya brat." He huffed as he fell back into his seat. "Fact, iffin I recall on da way over here you were prac-tilly beggin' me ta climb over ya and nail yer slutty self."

Pj felt his belly flip at the little reminder of what had occurred during their trip over to the apartments. Despite having had sex numerous times that morning Pete had pulled the car off onto a secluded side road for a little fun behind a billboard. An experience that had involved the two of them somehow squeezing their sizable bulks into the back seat, much to the Pj's surprise.

That hadn't been the end of the shockers either of course. Halfway through their steamy round of backseat tango Pj had thrown his head back with a moan only and discovered a pair of patrol cops watching him and his dad having sex through the right side window.

For several terrifying moments Pj had been afraid that they had been found out. Their incestuous relationship exposed and their lives ruined. But as it turned out neither of the two men, one a donkey and the other a tiger, didn't mind what they were doing in public at all. Far from it actually.

Apparently both men worked under Henry O'Donnell, one of Pete's poker buddies, and had heard at length from the Saint Bernard about what happened at the D'caht household when the lights went out during a drunken night at the local bar. Stories that they had been thinking about ever since. So much so in fact that when Pete invited them to join in in what they were doing neither man batted and eye as they happily unbuckled the pants of their uniforms and took turns plowing Pj's already cum filled ass atop the hood of their patrol car.

Drawing himself out of his lecherous thoughts when an impatient huff sounded next to him Pj gave his dad a nervous smile. "O-Okay I'll admit I like it." He relented, if only to save himself from a repeat in the parking lot. "A-And as for Mr. F-Fraido, I'm sure he's not trying to do anything funny. He's the most honest guy I've ever known. You should trust him like I do."

Oddly enough Pete seemed to mull over this notion, his hand coming up to scratch his chin thoughtfully for a moment or two before he dismissed Pj's words with a unimpressed snort. "So ya really think dat sneaky fucker Fraido's on da up and up, huh?" He said, squeezing himself out of the car. "Well iffin dat's da case then you won't mind puttin' yer ass on da line ta prove it."

"W-W-What do you mean by that?" Pj asked warily while he got out too.

Pete gave his son a sinister smirk, one that only grew more and more foreboding as he walked around the car towards the younger man. "It means dat iffin we find out dat putzy pastrami pusher is lyin' to me that yer gonna get your ass punished right along wit him boy!" He stated matter-of-factly. "Least ya deserve considerin' dat you got me inta this whole mess wit him in da first place!"

After taking a good thirty seconds to process his dad's slightly warped reasoning Pj gasped. "All I did was tell Mr. Fraido about your apartments." He said with a near whine as they started walking towards the apartment building.

"Yeah, you brought him here." Pete agreed. "An dat lead to me hiring his screwy uncle's lazy ass construction crew."

"But you only hired them because you and Mr. Fraido got angry and scared away the first crew!" Pj shot back. "It's not fair to punish me because of something you two did!"

Pete chuckled at the thought of the looks on that first crew's faces when him and the deli shop owner came at them with crowbars. Almost made him admire the rhino. Well that and the discount Fraido said he could get him if he hired the contractors that worked for his family.

Going back to his son's complaint though Pete addressed his concerns with a dismissive wave. "You think I give a rat's ass iffin me punishin' you is fair?" He asked smirkingly. "Yer da one who brought him here, yer da one who's vouchin' fer him now, and it's sure as hell goin' ta be yer fat, watermelon shaped hiney that'll be tanned bright red when I catch him cheatin' me!"

Matching his father's fast stride Pj peered over to the other man in worry. "Y-You're not threatening to spank me again, are you?" He asked, fearing the answer. Thinking back to last Christmas he could still remember the sting he had gotten when his dad, dressed as Santa, had paddled his butt on the couch in his office.

Seeing the blush on his son's cheeks Pete sniggered evilly, his eyes twinkling with something akin to evil intent. "Don't worry, I ain't plannin' on spankin' yer ass boy." He said slowly. "Heh-heh, I'll make it sore by fuckin' it raw and hard. Only difference is I'll be triplin'… … hum… nah, quadruplin' da number of daily dickings ya get!"

Pj suddenly felt the color drain from his face when he heard about his potential punishment. "Quadruple?" He asked. "L-Like as in four times more?"

"Damn straight boy." Pete confirmed with a firm nod. "Heh-he-he-he… gonna pound dat squishy rump 'o' yers so damn much dat yer not gonna be able ta sit proper-like fer a week!"

Pj gulped at the dark lecherous look that accompanied his dad's threatening words. Was the older man really going to increase the amount of times they had sex by fourfold if Mr. Fraido was lying? Considering that six times was their average that meant they'd be doing it…

'Oh man…' Pj thought, his mind torn between arousal and fear. 'Forget about being too sore to sit after a week! After that I won't be able to walk straight for months!'

Falling into deep thought as they passed through the front entrance of the building, Pj quickly came to the conclusion that he had to anything he could to make sure his dad realized Mr. Fraido wasn't doing anything to trick him. Not for the rhino's sake. Not for his family's money woes. But, for the sake of his already overused and sore bottom!

Luckily for Pj it seemed that his task of keeping the peace was going to be an easy one. Or at least that's what he thought as he took in the lobby him and his dad had just walked into. Scanning the area as they came to a stop Pj dared to let a relieved smile appear on his face. Just like the outside the inside of the building had greatly improved. Every single imperfection that once plagued the first floor gone and replaced with finery that made it look like one of those upscale placed uptown.

Of course just like earlier Pj seemed to be the only one impressed by their surroundings, Pete giving a dark grumble under his breath as he came to a stop in the center of the room and slowly spun around with a frown.

"Wut da hell…" Strutting his way over to where the mail slots had been installed the large man scratched at the amber hued metal with his index finger. "I told Fraido ta tell da contractors I wanted copper metal not bronze!"

Rushing past Pj again Pete scuffed his feet against the carpeting. "And I sure as hell didn't give permission fer this fancy ass rug! Paintin' da dirt wuz good enough!" Looking up next the cat growled. "A-An is dat a chandy-leer! One of them hangin' bulbs on a cord is good enough fer this dump! God damned fuckin' piece of…"

Gazing upwards himself as his dad cursed like a sailor Pj frowned in confusion. The object his dad was ranting while, probably expensive, wasn't a what he would call a "chandelier". More like a simple light fixture one would find in any apartment building. That's exactly what the pudgy youth told him too when the older man finally quieted down. Though as soon as he spoke those words Pj immediately began to regret them when an intense glare fixed on him, causing him to shrink.

"Wut da hell would you know!?" Pete snapped angrily. "I'm da one who's getting his pocket picked! An ya know wut I'm goin' ta do 'bout dat boy?"

Again, Pj feared the answer, but just could help the morbid curiosity. "What sir?" He asked.

Pete gave a mean smirk and stomped over to the elevator, hand going back to jam at the call button as he glared at his son. "I'm gonna go right up ta horn head's apartment and shove my fist straight up his hairy gray ass so far I lose 'm watch!" He huffed as the elevator dinged behind him. "See how da fucker likes being a hand puppet fer a--"

It was then that the elevator in the lobby suddenly dinged behind the father and son, interrupting Pete's revenge speech mid rant. The doors sliding open a moment later both men watched as Benny Fraido stepped out of the small confined space and greeted them with a look of surprise.

"Oh, I didn't think yous would actually come down here D'caht." Benny said as he eyeballed Pete distastefully. "If I had known all it took was a few insults to rile yous up so bad I'd had done it last week when the pipes broke. Could have used da help getting the mess cleaned up. "

Returning the other man's words with a snort of his own Pete put both his hands on his hips and stared Benny down firmly. "I don't do buckets horny man." He said matter-of-factly. "Dat's what I hire scrubs like you fer."

"Still, yous could actually put in some work yourself." Fraido shot back, defiant as ever. "Ya'know instead of just sitting there on your ass inhaling beer and snack cakes."

In response to the insult about his daily habits Pete casually gave Benny the bird, the rhino retaliating by sticking out his tongue before both of them settled on glaring at one another like a pair of bickering children. The very air between them vibrating with a palatable negative energy and something else as they stood there.

Thought intimidated by the mood of the twosome Pj knew he had to put an end to the fight going on before him before things got out of hand and all hope for a reasonable continuation of his dad's deal went out of the window. Sucking up his fear Pj quickly got between the two older men, his smiling face aimed solely on Mr. Fraido who he greeted as brightly as possible.

"Hello Mr. Fraido." The pudgy boy said softly. "It's really good to see you again!"

Though not Pj's best attempt at distraction Mr. Fraido's face softened at the sight of his little buddy. "Heya kiddo." He greeted back. "I hope you're doing alright Pj baby." Shifting his attention over to Pete again the rhino frowned. "'Cause you know if yous ain't there'll be hell for someone ta pay."

Looking over his shoulder to Pj sighed. "D-Don't worry Mr. Fraido I'm fine." He assured with what he hoped was a reassuring way. "I-I can take care of myself, remember. I'm not some kid."

Benny drew his attention back down to Pj and smiled fondly. "It's Benny Peeje, not Mr. Fraido." He reminded. "And I know you aren't no kid. Especially after all the stuff me and yous have done in da back room of my shop." When Pj Blushed the older man chuckled. "Seeing that yous are an adult too don't ever forget I got a spare room open now. One you ain't gotta earn by sleeping with a disgusting old man like your dad."

Having quietly watched the exchange between his son and Fraido, a hint of jealously forming as he did, Pete decided to butt in before it became too sappy. Striding forward he placed his hand on Pj's shoulder and rudely spun out the smaller male of the way and away from Benny, stepping up to the horned man to take his place afterwards.

"Alright, dat's enough of dat!" Pete growled lowly, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Let's get to da reason I dragged m'self down here on a weekend an take me ta see those damn contractors of yers Fraido."

Giving Pete a knowing look Benny motioned over to the still open elevator with his chin. "Well if you're insisting D'caht." He hummed. "But I'm telling yous, Augustine's just gonna confirm what I told yous on da phone."

"I'm sure he will." Pete said while folding his arms over his meaty chest. "But I still want ta talk to him."

"Fine, fine." Benny huffed. "Come on then. I'll take yous two up the sex floor where my uncle's boys are working despite da lack of supplies."

Mr. Fraido leading the way the trio quickly filed themselves into the building's small elevator, descending to the higher floors after one of the rhino hit the number six button. From his spot, wedged between his dad and Mr. Fraido, a nervous Pj eyed both older men in worry. That fight that almost happened certainly wasn't the best start to negotiations.

For the life of him Pj just couldn't understand why Benny and his dad always acted so… antagonistic towards one another. Why couldn't they go a single second without insulting one another? The way they acted almost reminded Pj of a pair of school aged children who fought on the playground because they secretly liked each other. But that couldn't be what was happening with them. Could it?

Whatever the reason for the older men's childish antics Pj didn't have time to muse over it long before the elevator came to a lurching stop. It's polished metal doors sliding open with a low whoosh to reveal what he presumed to be the apartment building's sixth story floor.

The three of them stepping out into the hallway Benny gave a quick look around and then motioned for the D'caht's to follow him with his chin. "Da crew should be somewhere around here fellas." He said starting to walk. "Watch your step though Peeje baby. This here is a construction zone. Plenty of ways to get hurt."

Mindful to step over a power tool on the floor Pj gave the horned man a thankful smile. Mr. Fraido was always looking out for him. "I'll make sure to be careful Mr. Fra-- I-I mean Benny."

"Good kid." Shifting his attention over to his other companion Mr. Fraido made sure to give Pete a mean smirk. "As for yous D'caht, feel free to touch anything ya see laying around." He told him. "Hanging electrical wire, open fuse boxes, whatever. Just find a bucket of water to stand in when you do it."

Giving Benny a dirty look of his own Pete growled. "Very funny deli man." He muttered. "Yer a real fuckin' comedian, ya know dat?"

Shaking his head as the latest round of insults began Pj decided to take his mind off of the constant bickering to visually look around. Unlike the lobby the sixth floor seemed to still be in the middle of renovation. The hallway lined with stacks of wooden beams and the deafening sounds of hammers and high powered saws going off somewhere in the background.

'Okay now this has to prove to dad that Mr. Fraido's men are doing their jobs!' Pj reasoned with a happy nod. Looked like his backside was safe at last. At least it should have been if not for the very next thing to come out of Pete's big mouth.

"Wait a second… why da hell ain't this place done yet?" Pete suddenly complained, his grouchy question dashing Pj's hopes. "Don't even look like they've fuckin' started da work!'

Coming to a sudden stop Benny shot the slightly older man an incredulous look over his shoulder. "Yous do know that da boys have only been working here for two weeks, right?" He reminded. "Two as in only fourteen days in case yous can't count."

Matching the level of sarcasm being aimed at him pound for pound Pete folded his arms over his chest and snarkily responded. "Fer yer information, I know how long they've been here dumbass." He said slowly as if he were talking to a simpleton. "Jus figured it'd take them two days or so ta finish each floor is all."

For several moments after that bit on nonsense Benny stared back at the other man in utter bewilderment. D'caht couldn't be serious. But, when nothing else came out of the grumpy cat the deli shop owner suddenly understood that he truly believed what he had just said.

"For fuck sakes D'caht you really are dumber than meatloaf sometimes, aren't you!?" Mr. Fraido cursed in disbelief. Shaking his head with a rueful chuckle the horned man decided to enlighten Pete on the finer points of construction. "Look, I hate to break it to yous but it's going to take a couple months if not up to a year to finish all da work on this place!"

Pete's eyes widened for a moment. "Wut!?"

"You heard me." The other man sighed, his disbelief and irritation at the feline growing with each moment. "And that's only if we're lucky mind you. So many things could go wrong between then and now. Bad weather, unexpected accidents, building permit and inspection hold ups. It's nutty to think this place will get done that quick."

Walking up behind his dad and Pj tugged at his shirt to get his attention. "He's right dad." He said respectfully. "Even I knew about that stuff and I'm mostly clueless about construction things."

Eyeing his son then Fraido in annoyance Pete growled haughtily. "Like hell I'm going ta wait a year fer this place ta get done!"

"Well you're going to have to." Benny pointed out shortly. "And no amount of you blowing your top will change that D'caht."

Fuming, Pete stuck his finger in Mr. Fraido's horned face and huffed. "Look here baloney man, I went and paid yer family's…" Using his free hand he made exaggerated air quotes. "…"Boys" a mint ta reny-vate dis dump and I expect-a-nate them ta work their worthless blue-collar asses till I'm satisfied."

"Dad!" Pj gasped. "That's not a very polite thing to say about--"

"Shut it boy!" Pete harshly ordered the younger man. Then glaring back to Fraido he continued. "So you better tell them dat I want results and I want them fast got it? 'An iffin you won't then take yer Guido ass and lead me to dat bunch of good fer nothing' construction bozos so I can shout at them m'self!!!"

Wiping away the spittle that had been sprayed on his face during Pete's tirade Mr. Fraido sighed deeply and glared at the other man across for him. Looking up to the rhino's angry face Pj feared for a few moments that his dad had finally crossed the line. Benny about to punch him out like he always promised he would.

But then, much to the chubby boy's immense shock, instead of attacking the rhino chuckled and spun around, his large gray hand motioning for the D'caht to follow after him as he began leading them down the hallway once again. "Alright, have it your way D'caht." Benny said. "Let's go see the overseer do yous can tell him just what you told me. Sure he'll love your opinion about him and his crew to bits."

Though suspicious at the sudden compliance coming from his hated fighting rival Pj quickly decided that this was what he wanted and followed after the deli owner with his usual stomping grace. Taking a moment to watch the two men before he too went to join them Pj couldn't help but cringe to himself. He had no idea about what was going to happen when his dad met with the head contractor, but he sure as heck knew it wasn't going to be a pretty encounter.

That in mind Pj quietly fell into step behind the two other men as Mr. Fraido led them further down the hall and around a corner. After moving through this new corridor for a moment or two the trio ended up passing through a doorless entryway that emptied out into one of the large unfinished apartments in the building.

It was within this Spartan space that Pj discovered the source of the loud buzzing that had been ringing out throughout the sixth floor. Situated in the far corner of the room was a portly man in a hardhat and goggles who was busily using a hand saw to segment several long two-by-fours.

Getting a good look at this stranger as he peered around his dad's bulk Pj felt a little heat rise up in his cheeks. The unawares contractor looked to be a European boar. His dark brown fur contrasting his green eyes and his short piggish nose framed by a pair of small tusks that had been dulled with age.

It wasn't these features that caused Pj's libido to rear its horny, ugly head however. No, the reason the hapless teen grew all hot and bothered as he stood there was the sheer shape and size of the portly man's body. The boar was heavyset in shape, the green and white short sleeved shirt he wore straining to contain a large, jiggling overhanging gut and the pair of old blue jeans he had on drooping so much that they exposed a good half inch of asscrack under his small wagging tail.

Taking in this man in all his stereotypical construction worker glory Pj felt his cock give a twitch and his throat go dry. He was a dead ringer for one of the actors from the porno he had caught his snoring dad watching the night before. Everything from his attire, to his body type, to his general demeanor was exactly the same!

Unaware of the way Pj froze as soon as they entered the room both Pete and Mr. Fraido calmly continued on their way and approached the boar they had spotted, with the former giving the tusked man a confused look as they did.

"Dat can't be da guy you wuz talkin' about horn head." Pete said snidely. "Fat boy over there looks like he should be retirin' off ta Florida or sumthin, 'stead of working here."

"He's only fifty-five D'caht and no he's not the head contractor." Benny said with a glare. "Just one of the workers." Bringing his hand up to his mouth the rhino inhaled deeply and called out to the worker. "Heya Herb! Turn off that saw for a second will ya!?"

Flinching at Mr. Fraido's shout, the worker, or Herb as he had been naked, peered up from his task and over to the two other men through foggy goggles. "YOU SAYING SOMETHING TO ME BENNY?" He asked, voice barely audible over the sound of his saw. "IF YOU DID SORRY BUT I CAN'T HEAR YOU! THE SAW'S TOO LOUD!"

Frowning when he realized he had been misheard Mr. Fraido begrudgingly tried to communicate again, his voice louder than before. "I can see that Herbie!" He yelled. "That's why I need yous to turn off da saw for me!!"

There was a quick look of confusion on Herbie's face after Benny spoke, the pig slowly shaking his head afterwards. "STILL CAN'T HERE YOU!" He said, one hand going up to dig into his ear canal with a pinky. "MAYBE I SHOULD TURN THIS SAW OFF SO I CAN HEAR YOU BETTER!!"

"Yeah, that's a great idea Herb!" Benny agreed in exasperation. "GO AHEAD AND DO IT!!!"

Flicking off the power switch with his thumb a now grinning Herbie pulled his goggles off of his head and sighed. "There. That's better!" He said. "Now what was it you wanted me to do for you Bambi?"

Resisting the incredible urge he had to roll his eyes Benny decided to move on and stepped to the side, motioning over to the glowering Pete as he did. "Herb, this here is the fella who hired da crew." He explained. "Stubborn fool says he wants to have a word with Augustine."

Looking over to Pete, Herbie scratched his head in thought. "You mean this is that D'fatso guy you're always complaining about?" He asked. "The one who's ego and butt are so big that he'd have trouble getting them through an open set of bay doors?"

Eyes going comically wide Mr. Fraido quickly whipped his head towards Pete and then back to the boar, a Lukewarm glare fixing on his features as he stared at the other man. "Herbie!" He said through gritted teeth. "What have me and da boys told you about not watching what yous say!?"

Giving a pout when he was yelled at Herbie cocked his head to the side like a scolded puppy. "Did I go and say something wrong again?" He asked innocently. "His name is D'fatso isn't it? Couldda that's the thing you always call him when he calls."

Stepping into the conversation as Mr. Fraido sputtered up and excuse for what he had said and annoyed looking Pete sneered down at Herbie with a death glare. "Da name's D'caht pork 'n' beans." He quickly informed. "An jus so me and you are clean, I can get my ass through doors jus fine."

Leaning to the side Herbie looked behind Pete to the larger man's backside and shrugged. "If you say so Mr. D'fatso." He hummed. "But I'm betting it can't be easy hauling around that trailer sometimes."

Recovered from his bout of tongue-tied befuddlement Benny broke out into a fit of chuckles at the tusked man's comment. "He sure has your number D'caht." He chuckled. "Couldn't put it better myself."

Temper beginning to rise at the twin insults given to his glorious backside Pete started to open his mouth to tell Fraido exactly where he could stick his damn smart assed opinion. But before he spoke a single word he quickly decided to shift gears, something he had heard Herbie say lighting a light bulb in his head. If he couldn't box the rhino in through intimidation then maybe he could do it through humiliation!

"Heya horn head?" The large sinister man began, his sugary sweet tone of voice a dead giveaway to something bad about to happen. "You care tellin' me why hamhock over there called ya Bambi a while back?"

Hearing Pete's question Benny immediately stopped his laughing and grew still. "W-What you say D'caht?"

A smirk crossed Pete's face, he finally found that chink in the armor he was looking for. "I asked why he called ya Bambi." He restated. "Dat couldn't be right though. Only time I ever met someone goin' by dat name wuz back when I went ta strip joints. Least dat's wut da chick I was screwin' had tattooed on her big ol' bouncy tits."

Taking in everything that Pete had just said Benny's cheeks uncharacteristically pinkened. His usually set in place street tough persona cracking a little as he looked away with an awkward cough. “I-It's short for Bambino idiot." He informed. "Just some dumb nickname my uncle's crew gave me during da summers I worked with them back when I was in high school."

"Now don't go calling it dumb Benny!" Herbie scolded gently with good hearted chuckle and a pat the younger man's back. "Back when you were a kid you used to love it when me and the rest of the crew called you that."

"Yeah back when I was "kid"!" Mr. Fraido sulkily said. "And I really didn't like being called that if I remember correctly. Must have told you fellas to stop saying it a million times."

Apparently too dense to get how embarrassed his horned friend Herbie chuckled again and turned to Pete with a wink. "You should have seen him back then Mr. D'fatso!" He grinned. "Big strapping young'un going all red in the face every time his uncle shouted for his little Bambino across the jobsite! Made me and the rest of the crew laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh!"

"Ya don't say?" Grinning evilly Pete peered over to Mr. Fraido in cool calculating way. "Since yer workin' fer me how 'bout I start callin' ya dat too Fraido? You wanna be my "iddly-widdle" Bambino like you wuz fer your uncle?"

"You try it D'caht and I'll shove my foot so far up your fat ass that I'll lose my shoe." Benny said tensely. "You got that?"

"Wutever ya say… …" Pete snickered. "… … Bambi."

"I swear…" Rubbing his forehead as it began to ache a little Mr. Fraido sighed and quickly tried to defuse the situation before Herbie spilled another one of his secrets. "Listen… Herb, hows about instead of blabbing out all my secrets yous go and find Mr. Augustine for me?" He sighed. "Mr. D'caht doesn't have all day and I sure as hell don't want him here longer than he has to."

"Well why didn't you tell me you wanted to see him earlier Bambi!?" Somehow looking both apologetic and amused at the same time Herbie quickly bustled his way past the two other men. "Okey-dokie boys, you two just stay right here and I'll go get him faster than it takes quick dry cement to set!"

Watching as the older man waddled his way towards the exit Benny couldn't help but feel his annoyance wane somewhat. It was hard to stay upset at someone as positive and jolly as Herbie was. "Thanks for the trouble old timer!" He called after him. "It's appreciated!"

"Don't you worrying yourself Bambi my boy! I'm happy to do it!" Twirling around and walking backwards Herbie grinned at Mr. Fraido brightly. "Mr. Augustine said he wanted to bend you ear for a bit anyhow. Something about getting more money or else we're walking off the--oomph!!"

Giving a pained snort as he bumped into something solid Herbie staggered forwards than back, his balance almost lost as he spun back around to see what he had run into. Steadying himself after a bit of trouble the boar peered down and was surprised when his vision fell on a blushing teenaged boy who resembled Benny's grumpy new friend, Mr. D'fatso.

"Oh! Hello there little guy." The portly pig said in greeting. Checking for any injuries he might have cause Herbie smiled knowingly. "If I were a betting man I'd say you were another one of my Bambi's little friend, am I right?"

"You'd be right on that account Herb." Mr. Fraido said, answering for Pj at first. "Right kiddo?"

Snapping out of the dirty daydream he had been having Pj shook his head roughly to gather his thoughts and then giggled nervously when he saw everyone staring at him. "Um… y-yeah…" He said in response to Benny's question. Then growing confused when he processed something he added. "Wait… who's Bambi?"

"That's just Benny's nickname little guy!" Herbie said, thumbing over his shoulder. "I really don't know why he never tells anyone about it. Still say it's a fine name."

Leaning to the side Pj shared a look with Mr. Fraido who shook his head with an annoyed growl. "O-Okay…?" The boy said still unsure as to what was happening. "I'm Pj, it's sort of a nickname too I guess."

Reaching down suddenly Herbie took one of Pj's hands in both of his and shook it with all his might. "Well, it's awfully nice to meet'cha Pj!" He said excitedly. "I go by the name Herbert Herbst myself! But you can call me Herbie like everyone else. Much faster to say the way I see it. Oh, and I'm mighty sorry I ran into you when I did! Sometimes I just get so distracted that I forget to see where I'm going. Just other day when I was carrying a whole bucket of nails up here I got distracted by some birds outside and dropped them all over the floor. Mr. Augustine and the rest of the crew sure got sore when they ended up walking right onto--"

"Don't go over stimulating the kid Herb." Mr. Fraido sighed while walking up behind the pair. Placing a hand on the boar's back he gently began pushing him towards the exit. "Besides you're supposed to be getting Auggy remember? Don't keep us waiting."

"Geeze, I almost forgot about that!" Mr. Herbst chuckled as he was unceremoniously pushed forward. "Okay-dokie then Bambi I'll just go and do that!"

"Dat's wut he said last time." Pete griped as Fraido escorted the other man out of the room. Giving Benny a look once the boar had finally left the larger man raised an eyebrow. "Wut's da hell is dat guys deal?" He wondered aloud. "Seemed a little screwy iffin ya ask me."

"Old Herbie's taken one to many two-by-fours to da head I'm afraid. Says whatever is on his mind no matter how inappropriate." Mr. Fraido explained with a slow shake of his head. "Still does his job better than anyone else in the business though. Been at it for nearly thirty years."

"Well he seemed like a nice guy to me." Pj said, adding in his own two cents. "Well, except for the way he shakes hands. Thought he was going to tear my arm off for a moment."

"Should'a known you'd end up likin' him boy." Giving his son a smirk Pete stomped his way over to the smaller male and reached down, cupping and groping Pj's groin and the erection hidden there with perverse glee. "You really are just a horny little slut aren't ya? Getting all hard jus 'cause some sweaty ass construction worker bumps inta ya."

Suppressing the shuddering moan he wanted to make as he was manhandled Pj reluctantly stepped away from the palm kneading him. "D-Don't do that here dad." He said, trying and failing to sound appalled. "T-T-Those contractor guys could be back in here any minute!

Taking Pj by the shoulder Mr. Fraido pulled him behind his body and out of reach of his grabby father. "Yeah, D'caht have a little control, won't ya?" He demanded. "Try and not be such a damn perv for once in your life."

Any amusement Pete found in his son's aroused state suddenly dried up in the face of Benny's holier than thou attitude. A sneer quickly replacing lecherous smirk he had previously been wearing. "Dat comin' from da guy who wuz balls deep in this little tramp's ass only a few days ago." He huffed. "Yer as bad as me and you know it!"

Benny's cheeks heated up for the second time that day as memories of his last time with Pj came flooding back. The way the boy moaned for him, begging for him to fuck him harder, faster, rougher. Each tawdry detail as vivid now as it was during the event. But before he could fully lose himself the rhino suddenly caught onto something Pete had said.

"How da hell do yous know what me and Peeje were up to the other night?" Fraido questioned, eyes narrowing in righteous anger. "There better as hell not be a spy camera in my wall or something! Because if there is D'caht then I really am going to kick your overstuffed ass from here to all the way back to my old neighborhood!"

Licking his lips as he relished the way he had gotten to the other man Pete chuckled darkly and groped himself through his slacks. The large man's eyes alight with obscene arousal as he and Fraido's eyes met. "There ain't no camera in yer wall horn head." He said mysteriously. "But while we're in da subject, I gotta say… those dimples on yer ass are really cute. Really like da way they wink at me each time ya moved yer hips."

"Alright, now I know you're spying on me!" Benny roared, his temper finally exploding outwards. "Put'um up fat stuff! I'm going to slam my fist so hard into your ugly mug that you need surgery!"

Reacting to the challenge Pete strode forward and used his large gut to bouncer Benny back as he descended on him. "Jus go ahead an try it baloney man!" He yelled back. "I'll take yer puny ass on anytime, anywhere!!"

A look of pure panic appearing on his face as both his dad and Mr. Fraido raised their fists Pj quickly went to step between their pair of rowdy men and tried his best to push them apart. Unfortunately for the short statured boy the only thing he succeeded in doing in his attempt to bring peace was getting himself bounced back and forth like the ball in some sort of crazy game of pong.

But even as he was thrown from side to side by the two older men above him Pj still did his best to end the fight before things got serious. "Come on guys! Can't we settle this by talking It out?" He tried. "You know like civilized people!?"

"NO!" Both Pete and Mr. Fraido shouted as they got ready to brawl.

Eyes closing shut as things got steadily worse around him Pj silently prayed for something, anything to come along and stop the two angry men before things got out of hand. And thankfully for the chubby boy, just before the first punch was thrown he pleas were answered. The saving grace to the situation coming in the form of a gruff voice which rang out from the direction of the entryway of the room calming both fighters in a single instant.

"What the hell is going on in here!?" It said. "Thought you knew better than starting shit at one of our jobsites Bambi."

"Oi! don't you go telling him to stop his fussing!" Another, British accented voice followed. "It's been a good while since the last time I saw a good old fashioned Fraido brawl!"

Stumbling when his dad and Mr. Fraido suddenly stepped away from one another Pj breathed a quick breath of relief and looked over towards the other side of the room, his eyes catching sight of a pair of men who had somehow snuck their way into the room during the short time he had been dealing with his childish companion's little scuffle.

Like Mr. Herbst it was plainly obvious that these two newcomers were both members of the construction crew. The first, a stout muscular white furred bulldog dressed in a loose fitting sweat stained tank top and dirty jeans and the second, an ebony bighorn sheep, wore a pair of ripped up gray jeans and a bright orange t-shirt bearing the Fraido company logo which he had somehow managed to pull over the large spiral horns adorning his head.

Stepping towards them the ram, eyed both Pj and Pete with an irritated frown. "Who're these two jokers Benny?" He more demanded to know than asked. "And why the hell are you messing around with them at our jobsite? Thought you knew better than bothering us when we're hard at work deli boy."

Giving Pete one last push for good measure Mr. Fraido fully turned his attention to the other horned man in the room and smirked. "Like yous ever worked a hard once in your life Link." He joked as he went over to the sheep. "Ya'know unless there's a pretty girl walking by. Then you're all Mr. Worker of the Year."

"Innit that the truth Benny, my boy." The bulldog added with his own snigger. "Now how about you hand out some introductions Bambi?"

Rolling his eyes Benny motioned for Pj to approach him and his friends and placed an arm around the chubby boy when he reluctantly did so. "Guys, I'd like you to meet the kid who's been helping me down at my deli the last few months, Pj D'caht." He announced. Motioning to the bulldog first then ram the rhino then added. "Peeje, these are two old pals of mine, Nicolas Bernard and Lincoln Norwell."

"Lincoln!? Ya mean like da guy wit da beard?" Pete's impatient voice suddenly sounded from behind the foursome. "Iffin it is then where's dat big ol' hat 'o' yers honest Abe?"

Peering past his friend Lincoln gave Pete a dirty look for his little joke. "Yeah, like the guy with the beard." He repeated sarcastically. "And who the hell are you Mr. Boom-ba-latty?"

For a moment Pete was completely blindsided by the creative insult just handed to him. Luckily for his pride through he was quick to recover and glowered back at the bighorn hard. "Da name's Pete D'caht mutton man." He said through gritted teeth. "I'm da one what's payin' yer worthless asses ta fix up my building."

"Hey, watch who you're calling worthless pussy." Lincoln warned, the quick to anger man scuffing one foot on the ground as if he were about to charge. "We've all been working out selves ragged renovating this dump. Even had to pull a few double shifts to finish the lobby downstairs."

Just as upset as his friend was Nicky balled his fists and growled low in his throat at Pete's impudence. "Too right Link." He wholeheartedly agreed. "I even canceled a date with my girl because of this bloody place. You ought to be kissing our feet for that level of commitment!"

Unmoved by the pair's sacrifices for his sake Pete rolled his eyes and scoffed at the contractors. "I ain't kissin' anyone's fanny taday mutt." He said frowning. "Iffin anyone should be doin' it 'round here is should be you two dumb fucks. You'd probably like it too."

Pushing Nicky out of the way who looked completely confused by what Pete said Lincoln snorted angrily. "Like hell I would cat!" He snapped. "And you better take those back before I beat the shit out of you!"

Mouth hanging open slightly as he watched his dad get into yet another fight in the span of five minutes a very upset Pj groaned pitifully into his open palms while Mr. Fraido smirked next to him. Why was his dad starting all these fights today? If this sort of thing continued there would be no way he'd be able to keep his dad from ruining the deal he made with Mr. Fraido and his uncle's construction crew. And that meant Pj would be getting his ass "wrecked" by the older man in a few hours.

It was as Pj lamented his upcoming fate that something once again broke the tense atmosphere in the small sixth story room much to the frazzled teens relief. This interruption once again coming in the source of a voice from outside in the hallway.

"They're right up here in this room Mr. Augustine!" Herbie's said excitedly from somewhere out of sight. "Come on, shake a leg! Bambi's friend Mr. D'fatso seemed really eager to talk to you!"

"I know that Herb. You've said that several times already." A second new voice said tiredly. "Though I don't know what could be so important that it had to interrupt my phone call with Mr. Fraido."

Appearing in the doorway he had gone through a few seconds later a grinning and bouncy Mr. Herbst gave whoever he was speaking with a quick warm chuckle. "We'll just have to ask him to find out I suppose." He said entering the room. "I'm sure Mr. D'fatso wouldn't disturb us unless it was important.

There was a small, rueful chuckle. "If you say so Herbst."

Coming in behind Herbie, having to duck his head in order to do so, the mysterious owner of the second voice, a large stallion with a dusky gray and black speckled coat padded his way into the room with a clipboard in hand.

Looking the man over as he rose to his full height Pj marveled at just how tall this new person was. He was almost as Big as Bubba was, if not taller. He also seemed to be as muscular as the gator was. The equine man's wide muscular chest and bulging biceps making the light blue dress shirt he wore look two sizes two small and his thick, strong legs covered by a pair of jet black jeans.

It was the horse's face however that made Pj worry though. Meeting the man's eyes which were partly concealed by glasses the younger man winced, the serious, no nonsense expression he wore on his equine face giving Pj the distinct impression that this was not someone you wanted to make made. It was just a shame that Pete didn't feel the same way.

Pushing his way through the small crowd that had gathered around them and up to the newest arrival Pete gave the taller man a dismissive hum. "From da way yer dressed I take it yer da head honcho around here, aren't ya?" He said matter-of-factly.

Removing the hardhat he wore, revealing a short military haircut atop his head as he did, the sober faced horse raised a single eyebrow in response to Pete's statement. "I'm actually the general contractor for this job sir. Brock Fraido is the one who employees us." He said in a strained manner. "If you'd like to talk to him than I'm sure we can--"

"But yer da one in charge here right?" Pete interrupted. He didn't want to talk to Fraido's damn uncle. Not when he could arrange something with one of his underlings under the older rhino's nose.

Though appearing annoyed that he had been spoken over the horse sighed. "Yes that would be me. Ross Augustine." Giving a frown he held out his hand. "And given what Benny's said about the man who commissioned us I take it you're Mr. D'caht. It's a… … … "pleasure" to meet you sir."

Staring down at the hand being offered to him Pete haughtily slapped it away. "I ain't here ta shake yer damn hand pal." He said tensely. "I drove m'self down here ta see wut sorta crummy job yer doin' on my property."

Calmly withdrawing his hand Mr. Augustine nodded shortly. "If that's the case, Mr. D'caht, then I'll be happy to show you around the site." He said. "Then you can see for yourself how hard my crew has been working. I'm sure you'll be impressed."

Looking around the room in a condescending manner from where he stood Pete made several loud tsking sounds. "I already had m'self a good look long face and I can tell you I ain't" He snapped. "Just like I told horn head, this damn place barely looks like ya ever started!"

Giving Pete a long hard look Ross raised his clipboard and read from it for a few moments before responding. "I assure you we have been working Mr. D'caht. And in two more week's time we'll be ready to move onto the next floor." He informed. "That is if the rest of our crew finish that job we're doing down in Duckburg and get here to Spoonervile on schedule."

Apparently disliking what he had just heard Pete continued to glower. "TWO MORE WEEKS!" The middle aged man railed. "Wut da hell do ya mean it'll take ya dat long ta finish one fuckin' floor!?"

Remaining calm in the face of the ranting man in front of him Mr. Augustine stiffened slightly. “Construction takes time Mr. D'caht." He explained slowly. "I assure you though, we'll work faster once we're in full force here. That is if you supply the money flow we need to proceed."

"Speakin' o' dad…" Pete began, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Wut's this shit about you needin' more moola?"

"We simply don't have a enough to buy the materials we need sir." Augustine responded. "It should only be a few more thousand. Just enough to--"

"Dat assload of cash I already shelled out should'a been more than enough for ya horsy boy!" Pete cut in with a growl. "Admit it! Yer jus tryin' ta pick my pockets for a bonus!"

"I'm not trying to steal your money Mr. D'caht! As I said, we need the money for the materials to fix the damage I discovered on the first and second floors." Ross assured, his left eye starting to twitch. "There's a major dry rot problem down there because of some broken pipes. If we don't get new wood and a plumber here to look at it we'll never pass an inspection."

Pete made a dismissive snort in the face of Mr. Augustine's reasonable explanation. Not that he saw it as such. "Don't go worryin' yerself about passin' an inspection crowbait." He informed. "You see, I gots m'self a good friend down at city hall who'll push anything through real smooth-like. You jus concern yerself with makin' this place "look" nice so people will be tricked inta buyin'."

And it was with that, that Augustine's calm demeanor finally cracked. A glare appearing on his face the tale man stared Pete down with unflinching rage. "I don't care what sort of influence you have down town D'caht! I will not have my crew doing a half-assed job to save you money!" He said, voice firm and unmoving. "That's not how the men and women of Fraido's Construction work."

That's it! You tell them Rossy!!" Lincoln shouted, his loud cheer joined by ones coming from both Nick and Mr. Fraido. With his friend's backing him up the bighorn smugly ambled his way up to Pete and stuck his chin out at him. "You heard him D'caht! Fork over a check or we're walking!"

"I didn't say we'd go that far yet Bernard." Mr. Augustine tried.

But the horse's words fell on death ears as Pete growled like a beast and responded to the contractors threatening to walk off the job. "I ain't going nowhere and neither are you bunch of lazy ass, good fer nothin', two-bit, hammer jockeys!!" He roared. "Now move yer asses and get da fuck bac ta work b'fore I fire ya fer Innie-sa-bord-ination!"

Following Pete's unreasonable and highly insulting speech there was a long pregnant pause in the room, the only sounds left being more hammer banging from the other workers no present. Looking to Mr. Fraido in worry Pj noticed the very red hue the rhino's face had taken on as he contained the anger he obviously felt towards his dad. And upon turning to the contractor's Pj also found them in similar states save for Mr. Herbst who gave him the thumbs up when he saw the younger man looking his way.

It was only when Ross Augustine let out a long steady breath that the unbearable silence ended, the large gray furred man spinning around as he motioned to his men. "Pack it up boys!" He called out, as he exited the room. "I want every last hammer, nail, and power tool loaded into the vans! We're leaving this hellhole of a building in two hours!!"

Letting out a bark of laughter at his boss's decision Lincoln eagerly went to heed the other man's command. "That's fine with me Mr. Aug." He said happily. "I was getting sick of working here in Spoonervile anyway."

Swiveling his head to Nicky who was approaching him the horned man made a disappointed sound. "You know they don't even have any good strip joints in this Podunk town?" He told him. "Hard as hell to get any decent tail down here too. I'm about to explode."

Looking apprehensive Nick chuckled in almost a nervous way. "O-Oh is that right Link?" He said. "Suppose I didn't notice with all the worrying I did over my bird."

"You really need to live Nicky." Lincoln said as both him and bulldog left the room. "I mean, seriously."

Rendered speechless as the crew he had hired proceeded to make good on their threat to walk off the job Pete gaped dumbly for several long moments. This statue-like state was a short lived phenomenon though, because as soon as the hammering in the other rooms stopped the large grouchy man snarled like a ferocious beast and spun around to Mr. Fraido who he leveled with a death glare.

"Why da hell did I let ya talk me inta hirin' those bunch of fuckin' SOBs ya horn headed bastard!" Pete roared, thick sausage shaped finger waggling at the other man. "I should'a known you were jus tryin' ta screw-a-ma-fy me outta my hard earned cash!"

The pride he felt in uncle's men evident on his smirking face Benny turned his nose up at Pete and his accusations. "As much as I'd love to take credit I'm not the one who did da screwing D'caht." He said. "Nah, as usual you were da one who fucked this up."

"Oh, like hell I did!" Pete argued back hotly. "It's yer uncle's fuckin' men who're bein' unreasonable! All I did wuz tell'um ta get back to da work I wuz payin' them for!"

Daring to speak Pj went up to his dad. "But you insulted them while doing it dad." He pointed out. "Kinda a lot actually."

"And that's why he got what he deserved Kiddo." Benny continued on smugly. Passing Pete with a barely contained smile the pleased horned man made his way over to the exit. "Now if you'll excuse me D'caht I think I'm going to take a little nap in my fully finished apartment upstairs. Guess I should have mentioned it to yous that my uncle's boy's fixed it up for me before anything else."

"They did what…" Pete fumed, the rage he felt emanating off of him in waves.

"Yous heard what I said D'caht. Boys renovated da place before they did anything else." Mr. Fraido said as he reached the doorway. "Guess it pays to be da construction company owner's nephew, don't it?"

Fur bristling at the all too smug and superior way he had been dismissed Pete quickly chased after the other man, fist rising up to shake menacingly as he stormed out of the room. "Oh, yer gonna pay alright horn head.' Pj heard him shout from the hallway. "Iffin I'm not getting' my cash outta tenants than I'm sure as hell goin' ta get it outta yer gray skinned hide!"

Left in the room as he watched the two older men disappear from sight through the door a now very despondent Pj sighed to himself and stared down at the ground in defeat. So much for his attempt to keep his dad's and Mr. Fraido's tenuous alliance intact. Now Benny was in danger of losing his home again and Pj had to face whatever bizarre sexual "punishment" his dad would cook up in the car on their way home. And going by the shouting he could still partly hear as the older man made his way up to the seventh story it was going to be more aggressive and rough than usual.

Lost in his own despair at what had happened Pj suddenly found himself nearly jumping out of his own fur when a kind voice spoke to him from his right. "You alright over there little guy?" It asked. "Because if you aren't then I got to fix it for you!"

Hoping to the side out of fright Pj spun towards the source of the unexpected question and blinked owlishly when he saw that it had been Mr. Herbst who had spoken to him. The oar having apparently failed to leave the room like the rest of his coworkers had.

"Y-You're still here?" Pj asked genuinely surprised. "Why?"

Tilting his head to the side Herbie gave the confused boy his trademark smile. "Well for one I noticed how upset you were getting when everyone was having their conversation." He began. "And secondly… all my tools are in this room so I gotta stay here and pick them up. Wouldn't want to have to replace my trusty old buzz and have Mr. Augustine mad at me, now would I?"

"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't." Pj said with a small shudder. He didn't know why but for some reason the idea of that horse getting any more upset than he was unsettled him. "And thanks for trying to comfort me but I'm fine. …Really."

"You sure?" The older man asked. "Because you were frowning. I don't like seeing people frown. Makes me frown too."

When Herbie made a show of pretending to frown, something which looked almost unnatural on him Pj giggled softly and grinned. "Alright I'll smile, okay?" He said. Looking around the room he suddenly got an idea. "W-Would you like some help cleaning this stuff up?"

Expression turning to one of surprise Mr. Herbst moved closer to the younger man and chuckled. "Now aren't you just the nicest young man I've ever met!" He exclaimed. "Not many your age would offer to help out an old fella like me."

"I guess I'm just a different sort of guy sir." Pj replied back, his face tinting a little as he became suddenly bashful. After being the adult to two grown men all afternoon it was nice being called treated as a young person again. "Plus, it's the least I can do after all that mean stuff my dad said about your work." He added after a moment. "Which I think is really impressive by the way!"

"If only you were the one paying us little guy." Herbie said with a pleased snort. "Here, I'll tell you some stories while I teach you how to put away the power tools. Real good stories."

Grunting when Herbie placed an arm around his shoulder and led him across the room Pj gave the older man a thankful look. "Okay Mr. Herbst." Thinking over what the boar said the cat frowned. "Wait… stories? Stories about what?"

"Why stories about all the stuff Bambi got up to when he was little of course!" Herbie said with a mischievous look. "Benny's daddy used to bring him along when he made deliveries to our jobsites. To this day I don't think I've ever met a more stubborn two year old."

"Oh!" Pj said, becoming excited at the prospect. Mr. Fraido didn't really talk much about his past. Getting the chance to learn more was like a dream come true for him. "Just promise that you won't tell him you told me okay?"

"Perish the thought little guy." Mr. Herbst chuckled again, a habit of his apparently. "I might be a little "screwy" in the head, but I ain't that gone yet…"

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A short time later…

"--And that's when Bambi put's both his hands right into the bucket of quick dry cement Frank accidentally left in front of the crapper and ends up stuck." A snickering Mr. Herbst said as he finished yet another story about Mr. Fraido's formative years. “Poor kid. We had a hell of a time chiseling him free afterwards."

Shifting his focus from the electric drill he was wrapping a power cord around Pj snickered merrily, his mind picturing a young Mr. Fraido with his hands stuck inside of a bucket. "All that couldn't have happened to Mr. Fraido." He managed to say between fits of laughter. "I mean, you said it did, but Benny's never said anything about that happening."

"Doesn't surprise me he's kept you in the dark about his clumsiness son." Herbie said while dropping the last of his company's hammers into his tool box. "Those Fraido men don't like to talk about the more embarrassing stuff that happens to them. Now you go and take Bambi's uncle for example. To this day he won't even acknowledge what he did at this bachelor party we went to once."

Padding over to the older man and handing him the power tool he carried, Pj gave a curious look. Like with his past Mr. Fraido rarely talked about his uncle, Brock Fraido. The only thing Pj did know being the fact Benny took after him in looks.

"What did he do that was so bad?" Pj eventually asked.

Sensing another chance to tell a story Mr. Herbst stealthily pretended to scan the room for eavesdroppers and then leaned over to whisper into his younger companion's ear. "Get this, Brock went and got himself so drunk at that party that he ended up climbing up onto the stage and dancing with the girls for a bit!" He said, barely able to contain his bubbling amusement.

Pj's eyes widened at hearing that. "No…" He gaped. "H-He really didn't do something like that. Did he?"

"Darn tooting he did!" Herbie said with a slap to his knee. "It was a real sight to behold too. At least up until the point he got a little too randy and slingshotted his boxers across the room and onto the DJ's head. We all got thrown out after that."

Stunned after Herbie finished telling his story Pj blushed as an image of Mr. Fraido's naked uncle formed in his mind. The older man then joined by his nephew as they both began to dance and grind against each other in lewd and exciting ways as they begged for Pj to join them up on stage for a real show.

"Darn kid you really are young aren't you?" Herbie said giving Pj a knowing look. Standing up straight the rotund man pointed downwards. "Imagine getting that excited from just thinking about a few pretty dancing girls!"

Drawn out of his erotic fantasy by the other man, Pj followed the boar's finger downwards and was horrified when he discovered that he had a large tent forming in the front of his shorts. Panicked at what was happening down below the now very red-faced boy tried his best to cover himself, both hands coming down to cover himself as he tittered weakly at a bemused Mr. Herbst.

"I'm so, so, so, so sorry Mr. Herbst!" Pj said, voice cracking a little. "I promise I'm not some sort of pervert or anything. I-I-I j-just--"

Cutting Pj off before he could finish Herbie suddenly let out a good hearty laugh, the brown furred man quickly having to place both of his hands on his jiggling belly to keep from toppling over. "Calm down little guy it's alright." He said, amused by the reaction his observation had caused. "Getting all hot and bothered at the slightest provocation is completely normal for a young'un like you."

"That might be true, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing." Plopping down on a stack of cinderblocks Pj sighed at himself. "I should be able to control myself better by now."

Sitting down on a stack of drywall adjacent from the younger man Mr. Herbst offhandedly dismissed his concerns with a snort. "You got plenty of time to be boring when you're old kid." He said. "Boy's your age should all about rising as much heck as they can I say!"

Despite the reluctance he felt to look Herbie in the eyes after sprouting a hard-on in front of him Pj couldn't help but ask a question. "Raising heck?" He said, confused by the notion.

"Yeah, raising heck!" Herbie repeated with a excited shout. "Staying out late. Driving around town. That sort of thing! Hey, you're over eighteen now, aren't you Pj?" When Pj half nodded to the question Mr. Herbst grinned knowingly. "Seeing as that's the case then you should come to our company's next boy's night out! Bambi likes going so you can catch a ride with him."

Unsure how he should respond to that sort of invitation just given to him Pj scratched at the back of his neck nervously. Spending the night in an adult club wasn't something that sounded fun to him. "I-I don't think that's a good idea Mr. Herbst." He eventually said. "Not that I don't appreciate the offer! It's just that… t-those sorts of places aren't for me."

"What do you mean little guy?" Herbie asked, the disappointment he felt clear as day on his face. "You want to have a good time don't you? Believe me when I say seeing a naked body on stage is lots better than looking at a dirty magazine."

Not wanting to upset his newfound friend by being perceived as rude Pj quickly tried to assure the boar he was good. "I really don't need to go all the way to a dirty club to see someone named Mr. Herbst! Honest!" He said hastily. "I-In fact just the other day I saw Mr. Fraido in his birthday suit when me and him had sex in his bedroom apar--"

Tapering off suddenly Pj leaned back and stared at Herbie as the older man started to stare at him with a shocked expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.

When he failed to get a response the pudgy boy quickly went over what he had just said in an attempt to discover the cause. It was then that he finally understood. He had just blabbed that him and Benny were having sex!

"Oh man! Me and my big fat mouth!" Pj lamented with a slap to his forehead. Bringing his hand down to cover his eyes the frightened boy hesitantly peered out between his fingers. He truly hoped he hadn't just ruined Mr. Fraido's friendship with Mr. Herbst.

However, instead of being upset about finding out that his friend slept with men the only thing Herbie did was hop up onto his feet and clap his gloved hands together in revelation. "You mean it was you I caught Bambi having sex with the other day!" The portly man exclaimed, eyes wide. "I could have sworn it was a girl with how high those moans were but no, it was you, wasn't it!? Darn… I didn't even know he was into men."

Rendered speechless after Mr. Herbst began mumbling thoughtfully to himself Pj opened and closed his mouth several times. When on earth had Herbie see him and Mr. Fraido having sex? Only time the two of them had fooled around after the construction crew arrived was two days ago up in the rhino's bedroom.

It was with that thought that Pj recalled something that had happened that day. While Mr. Fraido had been… you knowing with him the chubby man had thought he heard an odd noise coming from the living room of the apartment. It had only been a quiet shuffling that range out so Pj was quick to dismiss it almost as soon as it had been heard.

'I guess I should be happy I was too distracted to investigate.' Pj mused when he fully understood. He did not like the idea of running into a curious Mr. Herbst wearing nothing but his socks.

Speaking of the happy-go-lucky man, Pj timidly decided to peer back over to him and ask a question that he had been worrying over. "So… you're not upset about what me and Mr. Fraido were doing?" He asked. "It's gotta be… shocking to find out he does that sort of stuff."

Breaking out of inner thoughts at Pj's question Herbie looked down at the younger man for a moment then shrugged off the very notion. "It's isn't any of my business who Bambi spends time with in bed." He said in a casual way. "Besides you seem like a nice enough kid. I'm sure you two have a good old time together."

Pj's face took on a red hue at the other man's words. "Oh we do…" He started, but then realizing what he was saying he sputtered. "I-I-I-I mean… ugh, what is wrong with me right now? It's like I got that junk on the brains."

"Don't worry kid I understand what you're trying to say." Mr. Herbst assured, completely missing why Pj had begun stuttering. "Can't tell you how many times Benny's uncle came in late for work because of an evening with the misses. If Bambi's anything like him then I'm sure he… … … hey now…"

Snapping his mouth shut Mr. Herb suddenly gave Pj a thoughtful look and scratched at his brown furred chin. "Say kid… I hope you don't mind me asking you something, but just how good is it?" He asked as he sat down again. "You know, having sex with another man?"

"W-What!?" Trying his best to process what had just been asked of him Pj stared at the man seated across from him. How the heck did they go from talking about Mr. Fraido's clumsy childhood, to bachelor parties, to the highlights of hard core gay sex!?

"It's not that I'm gay or anything mind you" Herbie assured little awkwardly as Pj's mind short-circuited. "I've always just been a little curious is all. Figured that since you're my first gay fella It'd be really nice to finally get an answer."

"I-I can't be your first." Pj said, hoping for the life of him to get out of the mess he had fallen into. Thinking for a moment he snapped his fingers. "What about Mr. Fraido!? You'd probably be more comfortable talking to him about this."

Herbie sighed dramatically to the suggestion. "I can't go asking Bambi about this sort of thing." He explained. "I've known him ever since he was in diapers. I'd be too strange talking to him about sex."

'Yet you don't feel weird about asking me?' Pj bemoaned. Out loud he tried one last time to change the subject. "What about looking it up on the internet." He tried. "I'm sure there are plenty of sites around."

"Never been too good with those newfangled machines." Mr. Herbst said, once more shooting down an idea. "Nah. If I'm ever going to find out then it's going to have to be from you little guy. So please… tell me if it's any good."

Struggling to think of another excuse Pj groaned inwardly when nothing came to mind. Why did he always end up in situations like this? It was almost like his life was some sort of halfcocked erotic story series on the internet.

"Alright fine…" Pj sighed, finally giving in. "What is it exactly that you want to know about."

Happy that he was about to have all his burning questions answered Herbie wiggled a little in his seat, obviously excited. "Why everything of course!" He announced. "Like was all that moaning I heard through the door that day for real or were you just letting on?"

Pj did suppose he was being especially loud that day when he thought back to the incident. Not that he had meant to. It was just that Mr. Fraido was doing that thing with his pinky toe he liked. "I-It wasn't for show." He decided on saying after a bit. "It… it, um felt really good."

"A-A-And do you fella's kiss like straight people do when you're having sex?" Was the next question from the curious contractor. "I remember Benny saying something about you being a good kisser while you were in his bedroom."

'Just how long was he listening?' Pj wondered.

Talking over Pj as he began to answered his last question, Mr. Herbst quickly rattled off several more in rapid succession, each more outrageous than the last. "If you two kiss do you boys suck dicks too? If you do does it feel better giving or getting? What's it taste like, you know spunk? Who was on top? Was it Bambi? It had to be him, right since he's older? Did it hurt when Benny shoved his thing up your butt? I bet it did. I can only imagine why you're into that sort of thing. Did it feel good though? Could you sit down right after he did you!?"

Following the onslaught of questions presented to him Pj groaned again, completely mortified. How was he supposed to respond to all of that? There had to be a way out of this for him. A quick one! "Um, Mr. Herbst? I really don't think I can keep going." He said desperately. "It's not that I don't want to it's just… t-the only way you could ever truly know about gay, you know, is to do it yourself! Yeah, that's it."

Herbie's eyes brightened when Pj brought up that valid point. Reclining where he say the boar took several moments to think, his eyes rabidly going back and forth as he slowly licked his lips. "Are you sure that's the only way little guy?" He queried. "I'll admit your offer has got me curious."

"Offer?" When had Pj offered the other man something? Thinking it over the chubby boy blanched slightly when he realized where the conversation was heading. "W-Wait M-Mr. Herbst I-I didn't mean--"

"--Alright I'll let you do it!" Herbie said with determined pump of his fist. "People say you only live once so I'll try it! You just tell me what you want me to do so we can start!"

'Okay, I think it's time I get out of here before I end up doing something I shouldn't.' Standing up, Pj calmly gave his older companion a kind smile. His feet edging towards the door as he quickly made up an excise "I-I love to help you Mr. Herbst." He said eyeing the exit. "But I can't do that with you right now."

"Why can't you buddy?" Herbie said getting up and following. "Thought we were getting along just right."

"We were." Pj said honestly. Despite the odd sexual turn their talk had taken he had still enjoyed spending time with the boar while they cleaned up. "I just don't think we should do sex stuff right now. You gotta finish cleaning up and I should really see where my dad and Mr. Fraido went off to."

Herbie looked disappointed once again as Pj began to leave. "Well if you say so little guy." He said with slumped shoulders. "It's just a shame we won't get a chance to do it some other time. What with Mr. Augustine and Mr. D'fatso not seeing eye to eye."

Hearing that Pj stopped and turned to the older male. "That is a shame." He said sadly.

Looking at Herbie as he stared back at him, Pj suddenly felt bad for trying to get away. Mr. Herbst really was a nice guy. Sure he could use a filter when he talked sometimes, but still. If only there was something he could do to both make the older man happy and fix the problems down at the apartment building.

It was just then that a horribly interesting idea entered into Pj's mind. If the portly man was interested in learning about gay sex then why couldn't he make a deal with him regarding it? It's not like they both wouldn't get something out of it. And they were the only ones in the apartment building right then. The last of the workers having passed by a good half hour ago.

"Mr. Herbst?" Pj said making up his mind. Going back over to him he tool one of the boar's hands and held it. "Do you think you could convince Mr. Augustine to talk to my dad again?"

Confused at the sudden change in topic and the warmth of Pj's hand Herbie hummed. "I suppose I could." He said. "I am a senior contractor after all. Been with the company longer than he has in fact."

Pj smiled, happy to heard that. "Okay then." He said. "Then how about I show you what gay sex is like in exchange for you doing that for me?"

"You mean like a trade?" Herbie asked, face once more taking on its merry appearance. "I-I can't promise he'll actually listen though. You can lead a horse to water and all that but you can't make him drink."

"I understand Mr. Herbst." Pj nodded. "And I'll understand if he doesn't listen. Besides, it's not like I won't enjoy doing this. You are kinda handsome." Looking the other man over Pj let out a slow shuddering huff of air, memories of the movie he had seen coming back. "Really handsome."

"You little charmer!" Squealing a little Mr. Herbst stepped back and looked around the room, practically vibrating where he stood. "Like I said before, just go and tell me what to do. I'm new to this so I'm trusting you little guy."

"Well you can start by sitting back down." Pj said giggling lightly. There was just something about Herb's eagerness to do this that was infectious. "After that I'll just… you know, start doing stuff."

"Okey-dokie boss." Bounding back over to where he had been sitting Herb quickly plopped his backside down on the drywall and spread his legs open, booted feet sway slightly as he waited for Pj to join him. "Like this?" He asked.

"That's fine." Pj confirmed as he made his way over. Giving a grunt as he got down onto his knees the chubby black furred boy scooted in-between the other man's thighs and hesitantly reached out, hand landing on his soon to be lover's crotch. "I'm going to unzip your jeans first if that's alright."

"Go ahead." Mr. Herbst encouraged. "I'm a little sweaty down there though so mind the smell."

"I actually like that sort of smell honestly." Pj hummed. His thumb and index finger pinching the small slider on the boar's pants he slowly pulled it down along the metallic track, the parting fabric revealing a pair of stark white tighty-whities underneath. "Oh, so you where these too!?"

"Best darn underwear a man can have I say." Herb chuckled. "Better than those fancy leopard print boxers some men have. They look mighty nice too don't they?"

"Yes they do." Pj agreed.

Continuing on his way Pj quickly motioned for Herb to lift his hips upwards for a moment so he could set about pulling the older man's jeans and briefs down the rest of the way. The removal of both of these items leaving the contractor sitting there in the middle of the room naked from the waist down.

Eyes scanning over what he had to work with Pj was delighted to see that Mr. Herbst was already half hard, the boar's short, but very thick shaft, peeking up over a pair of large brown furred balls. It was all good looking that before he realized what he was doing Pj began to drool, the craving to have the nice heady tool in his mouth completely overriding his timid nature.

"Man Mr. Herbst…" Pj said in a near whisper. "I gotta suck this."

Leaning forward the slutty young man opened his mouth wide and carefully took Herbie's hard-on into his greedy mouth, the twin tastes of sweat and maleness hitting him like a freight train as he started to nurse on it with painfully slow and deliberate movements of his well-trained tongue.

"Damn kid…" Mr. Herbst rumbled out as he was sucked on. Bracing himself the boar leaned back and peered down the length of his body to the boy between his legs. He had been up in the air about getting head from a guy up until that point but now he was all for it. "You really get into don't you little guy?"

"Uh huh!" Pj hummed around the cock in his mouth. "I loff ith!"

Sensing as his partner relaxed from his touch Pj smiled around the dick between his lips in contentment. He was glad that Mr. Herbst was enjoying what he was doing. He was having fun himself too. So much so that Pj started to bob his head back and forth over the length he was tasting, each downward move he made causing Herb's hardness to go deeper and deeper down his throat.

"Holy… god yes boy, that's just how I like it!" Mr. Herbst said through a series of high pitched snorts and squeals. "How the heck did you know I liked deep throating!? My last girlfriend took forever to figure it out."

Reluctantly pulling off to catch his breath Pj giggled at the praise. Yet another thing he'd never get tired of he supposed. Being told he was a good boy for giving head. "I just know how guys like it sir." He said to the older man. "I've done this lots of times."

"I can see you have little guy. I can see!" Lifting his hand Herb moved to put in on the back of Pj's head, attempting to guide that sweet warm mouth back to where he wanted it. But before he did, he stopped. Last time he had tried that he had gotten yelled at.

Seeing what the European boar was about to do Pj blushed. "You can put your hand there Mr. Herbst." He said. "I um… I sorta like it when guys do that to me."

"Well ain't you just the best!" Given permission Herb eagerly took hold of Pj's scalp and gently pushed the boy's head back down, the groan he made when his manhood became engulfed by the suckling pleasure he desired loud and long. "Ooooh, ooooh, oooooh! Please suck on me as hard as you can kid!"

"Oaf-kayth." Pj said, his mouth full of boar cock as he did.

Letting Herb take control of their encounter Pj braced his hands on both of the pig's thick thighs and held on, loud slurping sounds and pleased hums soon filling the air. Kneeling there getting faced fucked by the genteel man he had just meant Pj realized just how dirty the whole thing would look to an outsider. Him, giving a veritable stranger a blow job in an old derelict building downtown.

But when Herbie rubbed his head affectionately, their eyes meeting as they continued on without pause he quickly came to the conclusion that he didn't care how it looked right now. The feel of another man filling his mouth, the taste of Mr. Herbst's pre on his pallet. It was all just too damn good to give up because of embarrassment. So good in fact that Pj wasn't surprised at all when he started to rub himself persistently through his baggy shorts, a needy wine coming out of him as he masturbated without shame.

Breaking eye contact with the boy giving him head when he noticed movement Herbie chuckled happily to himself, vision going to what was going on down below. "Doing this to me really is turning you on isn't it son?" He stated more than asked." He stated more than said. "Didn't think an old man like me could still get someone so excited. Here, let me help you with what you're doing."

Bending down Herbie quickly pushed Pj's hand away and used his own to take its place, large work calloused palm kneading and squeezing the mound with an inexperienced touch. "Fells like you got yourself a mighty nice tool under here little guy.

Head coming up when he felt himself being touched Pj whimpered softly. "Y-You don't have to do that sir." He said, halfheartedly. "I know you're only curious. I can do it myself later."

Making sure to look Pj in the face Herbie slowly shook his head. "Nonsense boy. I don't mind one bit!" He assured. Working his fingers under the waistband of Pj's clothes he grinned. "In fact I'm hankering to see what touching another man's dick feels like now. Curiosity always gets the better of me I'm afraid."

Eyes rolling back in his head Pj groaned wantonly as a large palm wrapped tightly around his aching shaft. "O-Okay then…" He stuttered. "B-But only go as far as you want. I-I-If it starts getting weird you can stop."

Giving a quick nod of understanding the older man started to slowly stroke the heated shaft he was groping, slow experimental movements of his hands which seemed to send Pj into a frenzy as the boy returned to sucking on the older man's cock with renewed vigor.

"Feels like you have a steal beam down here son." Swiping his thumb over the tip the boar became delighted when Pj whimpered, his throat vibrating in the most spectacular way. "Guess I'll have to keep on doing that." Herbie observed.

"P-Please." Pj begged as he mouthed the cock he was worshiping.

Giving his new friend what he was asking for Herbie dutifully continued moving his hand up and down the heated rod in his grip, every time his thumb pressed against the slit at the crest earning him another sweet whimper from his younger companion as Pj sucked harder and harder on his turgid member. Soon they had built an unspoken agreement of give and take. Pj's wet hungry slurping ringing in the boar's brown furred years as Herb learned more and more about the techniques of jacking another man off.

But as good a lesson as he was getting on that subject Herbie still wanted to know more, his curiosity as always getting the best of him as he sat there. Mind drifting back to the day he had walked into Benny's apartment and accidentally overheard the rhino having sex with another man the heavyset man realized that one thing he truly wanted to know was what it felt like to go all the way. To actually do what his employer's nephew had done to Pj in that bed.

Deciding to ask if Pj would indulge him again Mr. Herbst carefully removed his hand from the feline's pants and placed it on his shoulder, pushing him away gently. "Hold up a second, will ya?" He panted. "I-I want to ask about something."

Wiping away some stray spittle that had gathered on his chin Pj smiled up shyly at the seated man. "Sure Mr. Herbst. Ask away."

Much to Pj's surprise Herbie suddenly seemed a little apprehensive in actually going through with his request, the boar poking his two index fingers together as he looked down at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Would you mind if I… if we…" There was a huff as the contractor tried and failed to find his words. "Will you let me fuck you Pj!?" He finally blurted out. "I promise you this is the last thing I'll ask!"

Taken aback at the other man's outburst Pj quickly thought through the pros and cons of letting the boar top him and quickly decided that yes, he's let him do it. In fact, after all that sucking and touching they had been doing he needed someone to plow him good and hard. Damn his dad for making him like being fucked so much.

Standing, Pj took a deep breath and nodded yes to Herbie's plea. "Okay Mr. Herbst, I'll let you… you know me." He said. "Just promise you'll go easy. I've sorta had a hard day today down there."

Herbie could barely contain his joy at being given permission, his cock giving an almost painful twitch as he shook with eagerness. "I'll be as gentle as you want kid." He assured. "Hurry, tell me what I need to do to make it happen!"

"I'll start by taking my shorts off first." Pj chuckled as he reached for the waistband of his shorts. Bending over he speedily pushed the light piece of clothing down his hips, the feel of the cool air of the room across his bare furry bottom making him shiver as he exposed himself. "There, all ready."

"I'll say." Taking the cat in his hands again Herbie pulled on his dick a few more times. "Turn around for me now boy, let me see your backside for a bit."

Letting go so Pj could spin around the fifty-year old man felt his heart begin to beat faster as he eyed the full rounded cheeks on display. "Damn you have a nice butt." He said pleased. "I don't know if I'm being rude or not but I've always loved big bodies." There was a pause. "Um, when I was looking at girls that it." Another pause, "N-Not that I'm saying you look like a woman. It's just--"

"--I understand. Don't worry." Pj said with a snicker. How could another man be this cute? Now he knew how it felt when the men he was with said the same thing about him. Someone like Herbie could be fun. "So, now that you see it, do you have any idea what I need."

"No…" Herb said mystified. Reaching out he goose one pliant cheek, hot breath coming out of his muzzle as he felt the delectable doughiness. "Tell me son… tell me what I need to do."

After enjoying the sensation of someone playing with his backside for a few moments Pj quietly gave out instructions. "Y-You need to work your fingers into my crack and into my hole a little." He said, red-faced. "I need to be ready if you're going to, d-do me."

"Okey-dokie." Mr. Herbst hummed in understanding. Placing one hand on a black furred asscheek for support the boar wormed one of his fingers into the heated crack, the digit quickly finding Pj's hole which it pressed against stubbornly.

"Like this?" Herbie wondered. This was all so new to him. "Should I just stick it in or will I hurt you?"

"Yeah but go slowly once it's in." Pj said head up as he stuck his head out more. "Once you do make sure to wiggle it around a little. Get me a little loose then add more."

Realization flashed across Mr. Herbst's face. "Just like with my last girlfriend!" He exclaimed. "This part should be fun then!"

Unsure what the boar meant by that Pj stood there quietly as Herbie began to finger fuck him with firm mindful movements, the large thick finger inside of him joined by first one and then two of its brothers as they hooked and twisted in his hole again and again until Pj's cock was left dripping a copious amount of pre onto the bare wooden floor. But It was only after Herbie pressed against his prostrate by accident that the pudgy man decided he had had enough foreplay. He needed to be filled by something bigger, thicker. Something that would fuck him raw and hard.

"Alright Mr. Herbst! Please do it now! FUCK ME!" Pj cried out suddenly. His shame having long ago completely vanished. "Please!"

"More than happy to little guy." A now sweating and barely restrained Herbie said withdrawing his hand. "Let me help you find your seat."

Sliding the hand he already had on Pj to the boy's hips Herbie slowly guided him back towards him, his free hand helping to position his cock so that when the younger man began to sit in his lap the very tip pushed up against and then past the ring of muscle he had been manipulating.

"HOLY HELL!" Mr. Herbst cursed as he felt slick heat surround his manhood. "It really does feel good!="

"I'm still surprised I am." Pj admitted as he was impaled. "I just had sex with someone earlier today. A lot of sex! And every time it feels so darn wonderful!"

Not taking his eyes off of his cock as it vanished between two furry black cheeks Herbie hummed in surprise. "You've done it with someone already today?" He asked. "Who?"

Pj wasn't sure he should tell Mr. Herbst about him and his dad at that very moment so he quickly thought of something. "Two police officers on the way over here and a bunch of times with this guy I live with." He half lied.

"You must be awfully lucky to get laid that often kid." Herbie observed. "Wish that'd happen to me."

Shuddering as he felt the cock inside of him pulse Pj giggled. "Well it's happening now." He pointed out. "Might as well enjoy yourself. Do it as hard and fast as you want I can handle it."

Mr. Herbst snorted hungrily. "Praise the gods I met you little guy."

Holding onto both of Pj's sides Herbie roughly pulled the teen all the way onto his cock, the loud smack that came as bare skin touched bare skin lighting a flame in his belly that caused him to go over the edge. Squealing and grunting the jolly man gleefully humped upwards into the hole he was fucking. On and one he went. In and out. Each jab making Pj whine and grind down against him wantonly.

Closing his eyes as he bounced up and down on top of his friend's lap Pj tried to do his best to keep himself from falling apart I the face of such mind numbing pleasure. Even after all the times he had been fucked that day, his dad, those police officers, he still couldn't get enough of being plowed. Maybe he truly was a horny little slut like his dad said. If that was true then he was lucky there was no one else who wanted a piece of him. As worked up as Pj was he'd probably invite anyone who came along now that he had gotten started.

"Heya, Herb!" Someone suddenly called out from the hallway. "What's taking you so long? Me and the Nicky have been waiting for-- HOLY HELL WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

Falling right off of Herbie's lap when he heard the shout Pj flailed about mid-air and fell to the ground for the second time that day. And just like in the living room he ended up with his ass in the air, both him and Mr. Herbst fearfully staring over to the entryway of the room where a traumatized looking Lincoln and Nicky stood. Both men completely speechless as they stared across the room at the half naked pair.

Looking down at Pj's bare bottom and then to his friends Herbie laughed awkwardly and gave a small frightened wave. "I can explain!" He said with a slight squeak in his voice. "At least I think I can."

The first to recover from what they were seeing an angry looking Lincoln strode forward with purpose, his accusing finger pointing at the portly man as he descended upon him like a storm. "Just what the hell is it you can explain Herb!?" The bighorn shouted. "You going to tell us why you're having sex with that D'caht asshole's son? Or why you're fucking with another guy!?

Wincing at the volume in his coworkers voice Herbie chuckled nervously. "Um… both?" He said quietly. "Well they're really the same thing but--"

"--But nothing!" Lincoln snapped. Spinning back to Nicky the horned man held his hands up in disbelief. "Can you believe this Nicky? Herbie's a fucking queer!"

Jumping when he was spoken to Nicky shook his head and unsteadily responded to the other man's words. "N-No I can't…" The bulldog said mystified. "I had no idea Herb was a bloody poofter."

"I'm not gay fellas!" Herbie defended. Standing up the heavyset man waddled his way over to the pair, a truly hard task with his jeans and underwear around his ankles. "I've just been really curious about this sort of thing and when Pj here told me he was gay I decided to ask him about it."

"And you asking him ended with you doing him up the butt?" Lincoln said incredulously. Shaking his head as he tried to wrap his head around what his longtime friend had done the bighorn huffed. "And just how often do you get curious about this sort of thing? Is it something you've gone out and done several times before!?"

"Nah, nah…" Herbie began to say. However, before he could finish the contractor suddenly slowed and frowned thoughtfully. "Well, there was that one time when I was in college. Ended up kissing one of my frat bros during pledge week." He admitted. "Then there was that one time in a truck stop bathroom when I saw this hole…"

Lincoln's mouth hung open in shock hearing that. "You. Used. A. glory. hole!" He said, voice cracking a little.

Chuckling a little Herbie covered his face with both his hands. "Guess I sort of did." He mumbled. "It was over on Jackson's street I think. Real nice rest stop with this vending machine that sells Whammy Bars."

"I think you mean Johnson's street Herb." Nicky said from the duo's left in a thoughtful voice. "Yeah I'm sure of it. Johnson's is the only truck stop that has both Whammy Bars and glory holes."

Following the canine's interruption there were several moments of silence, Herbie and Pj giving each other another look as Lincoln zeroed in on a confused Nicky's face. "How the hell do you know where Herbie's glory hole bathroom is Bernard?"

"Yeah how?" Herbie wonder too. Then upon realizing what had just been said the boar pouted lightly at the ram. "What do you mean "my glory hole"!?"

"Well, you're the only one who used it of the three of us!" Lincoln said. "At least I think you are. Nicky, I'll ask you again, how do you know about the glory hole in that bathroom?"

Starting to sweat under the scrutiny he now found himself under Nickolas began to stammer and blush as everyone stared at him. This was almost as bad as torture to him. "Alright, fine I'll admit it!" He said when he became unable to endure it any longer. "I got a blowjob there one time. Well… more than once… more like I don't know… three maybe? And I sorta gave one too."

Following the outburst from their friend both of the other contractors and Pj stood there wide-eyed. The seconds seemingly going by like hours as Nicky panted, eyes looking everywhere but them. Then suddenly giving a snort Herbie asked a simple question.

"Really?" The chubby construction worker asked. "I mean, really, really?"

"Yeah." Nickolas said, eyes dropping to the floor. "Guess I was curious like you were Herb." Snapping his head back up the dog growled. "But it's not like I'm the only guy who ever had a gay experience! Everyone has them, right!?"

"Not me!" Lincoln said with a roll of his eyes. "I've never even though about doing any of that sick sort of crap. I mean, what sort of straight guy would?"

"Come one, not even once?" Herbie asked, genuinely curious.

Nicky nodded. "Yeah, I bet there's got to be something." He added, just as unconvinced. "There's got to be."

Now it was Lincoln's turn to be put under pressure as his two long time coworkers looked to him. And just like his canine friend it only took a few moments of pressure for him to break. "ALRIGHT!" He snapped. "There was this one time at summer camp! My bunkmate snuck in some beer from town and we sorta did some stuff."

After all three rushed confessions the trio of older men all stared at one another in complete bewilderment as if unsure of what to say. Looking to each of them as he shifted into a sitting position Pj began to worry for the three of them. Both because his deal with Mr. Herbst might now be ruined and concerned that they would be at odds now that their secrets had been let out.

But then something completely unexpected happened that put those fears to rest. Bringing his hand to his mouth Herbie quickly had to stifle a snicker he wanted to make. An attempt that ended in complete failure when he broke out into full uproarious laughter. What was strange was that within a few tense moments both Nickolas and Lincoln wordlessly joined in on the humor, all of the contractors chortling like mad men for several long, uninterrupted minutes much to Pj's confusion.

"No fucking wonder we're such good buddies!" Herbie exclaimed through his amusement. "Imagine each of us doing that sort of thing. Three straight guys."

"Well you know what they say, we're all on a spectrum." Nicky pointed out.

Lincoln nudged his friend's shoulder and winked. "Some more than others?" He teased. "If you're going to be handing out blow jobs all willy-nilly like that then how about next time you toss one my way?"

With that, the laughter in the room suddenly died down a little. Nicky blushing as Lincoln quickly looked away and scratched the back of his neck. "I-I mean..." The sheep began. "Not that I'm saying that I..."

Sensing that tension was creeping back into the situation Pj decided he had a way to defuse it a little. If only to save Lincoln a little face for his slip up. "I could do it." He suggested. "I mean I already did it for Mr. Herbst."

Taking a quick look at Herbie, who's pants still pooled around his ankles Lincoln seemed to think over the offer for a moment. "You won't tell anyone right." He asked tentatively as he walked over to Pj. "Because if you do I'm sealing you into a basement or something.

"I-I promise." Pj said nervously. He wasn't sure if Lincoln was joking or not despite his smirk. "Just promise me you'll try and convince your boss to stay here too. That is i-if you don't mind making a deal."

"I don't mind as long as you understand I can't promise anything concrete." Lincoln replied while fiddling with his belt.

"Don't worry there, I already told him we can't guarantee old Ross will listen to us." Herbie informed. "But seeing as it's you and me telling him to stay now the odds of him actually doing it are double."

"Best make it triple." Nickolas chimed in. When his coworkers raised an eyebrow at him the bulldog chuckled. "Wot? Did you lot really think I wouldn't get in on this? Not after missing out on my last date night!"

"Let's just hope D'caht's brat gives blow jobs as good as a chick." Lincoln said as he fished out his rapidly expanding cock. "Well kid…?"

Herbie helping him onto his knees Pj drew a sharp breath as he came face to dick with Lincoln's half hard cock. Unlike Mr. Herbst's the horned man had a long veiney shaft, the thick jet black organ filling and hardening right before his eyes.

"Wow." Was all that Pj could say when seeing such a beast. "I'm going to have to really work hard to swallow that."

"Just what I wanna hear kid." Lincoln smirked. "Get to sucking bitch."

Getting a little turned on by the derogatory name Pj slowly began to lap at the heated tool he had been given. Long languid strokes as he explored, felt, and tasted the older man who grunted approvingly at his worship. Not allowing Nicky to go forgotten as the canine unzipped his fly and stepped close, Pj obediently reached out and began stroking the other man firmly. Both of his actions earning him a round of chuckles from the trio of horny construction workers now circling above him.

"See, what did I tell you boys!" Herbie said as he watched Pj. "Little guy's a real champ when it comes to doing this sort of thing."

"I'll only admit that when he starts sucking on my cock the right way--ahhh!" The breath leaving his lungs all at once Lincoln gasped and moaned as his dick was suckled on by a very hungry mouth, the thick shaft going deeply down Pj's throat in one go. "FUCK!"

Herbie chuckled. "Heh, told you!" He bragged. "Wish I could get myself some again though. I didn't get to finish before you all interrupted us."

"Yeah sorry about that mate." Nicky apologized while thrusting shallowly into Pj's hand. "But don't see how we can fix it now. Your boy here can only do us one at a time."

Lincoln smirked, a small gleam shining in his eyes as he looked down at Pj. "Oh, there's a way he can do us all at once.

What happened next was something Pj had not been expecting The cock he had only just begun sucking on unceremoniously pulled from his mouth with a wet pop he was roughly hefted back up onto his feet by Lincoln who spun him around and sent him jumping forwards into Herbie's arms with a slap to his ass.

"Alright Nicky, you go and get that tarp we used to paint the lobby the other day. Should be dry by now." Lincoln said as he busied himself with removing, then stepping out of his pants and underwear. "Herb, when he brings it you help him unroll the thing and I'll--"

"Hey, who said you was in charge of all this Link!" Nick suddenly butted in. "You think you're Mr. Augustine or something?"

Giving his friend an annoyed look Link quickly closed the distance between them and loomed over him like a grim specter. "If I'm going to do all this gay junk then I'm sure as hell going to be in charge of what happens!" The bighorn said with a glare. "Besides I'm sure you're going to like what I've got planned. Trust me."

Returning Link's mean look with an annoyed one Nicky sighed lightly and turned away. "Fine I'll go and do it." He said sulkily. "But you owe me a pint after all is said and down for doing the heavy lifting."

Stumbling out of Herbie's embrace as Nick reluctantly left the room to do as he been told Pj looked to the two remaining contractor's nervously. "W-What exactly are you planning?" He asked. "I thought you just wanted blowjobs."

Raising an eyebrow at Pj, Lincoln sniggered evilly. "Oh, I'm still getting that blow job." He assured. "But I figured while I'm at it I might as well get revenge on your dumbass daddy too. See how he likes it when he finds out we took turns fucking your ass raw kid."

'He'd probably encourage you to do it again.' Pj thought sarcastically. 'That or insist you let him join in and take pictures.'

Returning to the group a few minutes after he left Nicky reentered the room backwards while dragging what looked like a rolled up carpet in with him. Struggling without help to get it to the center of the room the bulldog panted heavily and glared at everybody.

"H-Here it is Link." He said in-between breaths. "This plan of yours best be a good one Link or else I riot. My poor knob went all limp dragging that bloody thing in here."

"Stop bitching ya whiny Brit." The ebony furred sheep said deadpanned. "Having this tarp is the only way to make us all happy."

Looking down at the roll for a moment Herbie went and scratched his head, confused. "I still don't get what you want us to do." He said. "We supposed to sit on while we do stuff or…"

"Just be quiet old man and watch." Motioning for everyone to get out of the way Lincoln quickly made his way around the tarp and gave it a hard kick that caused the tightly rolled swatch of fabric to uncoil itself across the ground until it met the wall. "There! Now Herbst, you go and lay down in the middle and wait."

Hearing what Herbie was being told what to do Pj finally understood what was about to happen and blushed profusely. This was exactly how the climax of Construction Papas Three turned out. And just like the innocent young twink on his first day of the job Pj was more than eager to do as he was told when after Mr. Herbst got into he was told by a smirking Lincoln to "Get on and ride the pig's cock good and hard".

Padding onto the large paint smeared tarp Pj felt his breath grow short, a few cat whistles sounding from around him, the chubby young boy looking down at Herbie as he carefully positioned himself over the laying man and slowly squatted down.

"Careful there little guy." Herb said, though it was clear he was just as eager to return to what they had been doing. "Don't want you getting hurt."

"Don't worry sir, I won't." Pj replied back confidently. "I'm used to this sort of thing."

Not wasting a single second more Pj continued moving himself downwards and gasped as his gaping overused hole was once more breeched by the thick girthy shaft that had been fucking him a few short minutes ago, the pleasure he felt as the shaft slid into him clearly visible on his chubby cheeked face as he full sat down.

"I said it before and I'll say it again: damn are you tight little guy!" Herbie remarked as he immediately took Pj by the hips and began to move him up and down on top of him. "I swear I am going to do this again when I get the chance."

"Three seconds Herbst. That's got to be a record for a straight guy turning gay." Lincoln commented dryly as he stepped forward. Placing both his feet on either side of the tusked man's head he thrusted his hips forward into Pj's face. "Get to work and suck it brat." He ordered. "Go back to giving Nicky that hand job too. Get us all nice and hard so we can run this train on your big ass."

Giving another shudder at the harsh dirty talk Pj dutifully opened wide and quickly found himself gagging when his gullet was stuffed to the brim with overeager bighorn cock, the owner of the thick intrusive shaft roughly pulling out and plunging back in with a single hint of decorum or restraint.

Eyes going up as his throat was used Pj felt himself whimper hungrily. Giving Lincoln a blow job was certainly a vastly differently experience that giving one to Herbie. As where the boar was all eager questions and requests the ram was all aggression and take, the older man smirking back down at him with hunger as he pushed himself a deeply as he worked to find his completion.

Nicky was different too in his way, though Pj had yet to give him head. The bulldog was still a little wary of what they were doing from the look on his face, he form still as jolts of pleasure went through him because of the hand job he was getting. Pj wondered what he would do once it was his turn to use him. Would he be rough like his current customer or gentle like Herbie had been.

'Only one way to find out I guess.' Pj reasoned as he withdrew from sucking Lincoln off and switched over to the canine, his right hand quickly going to pump the cock he had been sucking so that its owner wouldn't have time to complain.

Feeling wet heat around his dick Nicky's knees buckled and he groaned, head thrown back. "By god, the boy is good at this!" The bulldog huffed. "Fucking been forever since I've had a right proper sucking on the old bell-end."

Annoyed that Pj had turned his attentions to his stout snaggletooted coworker Lincoln decided to turn his attention onto Herbie. Maybe teasing him a little would ease his mind. "How're you doing down there Herbst?" He asked. "The view a pretty one?"

Looking up from where he laid as Pj continued to ride him, Herbie chuckled. "Isn't so bad I suppose." He said. Focusing on the body above him the heavyset man raised his hand and quickly swiped his finger along the bighorn's taint. "Does that feel good? I know I like it when I'm touched there?"

Repressing a shiver Lincoln grumbled under his breath. "Knock it off pig!" He barked. "I don't need you touching me there while I'm getting an old fashioned!"

"Why not? We're friend's aren't we and this is a day for experimenting." Deciding that the horned man just needed a demonstration Mr. Herbst wetted one of his fingers and once again drew it across the other man's underside. The thick intrusive digit ending its short journey when it slid between two dark furred cheeks and poking at the virgin entrance concealed betwixt them.

"Fucking hell…" Lincoln ground out through gritted teeth. He'd hate to admit it but that little maneuver felt really, really good. So good that without a second thought he took back what he said a moment ago. "Fine play with my ass a little if you want! But that's as far as it goes!"

"Don't worry that's only as far as I want to go buddy." Herbie said as he worked his finger into the other man, the same skills he had used when he had prepared Pj resurfacing as he had his fun.

Becoming jealous as he watched Lincoln get both a hand job and fingered Nicky let out a small disappointed whine. Why was the ram getting all the attention? Lucky for him Pj noticed his melancholy mood and took the initiative, the horny boy clutching the bulldog's ass with both hands so he could work all of his fingers into the heated crack, tickling and teasing the sensitive area with abandon.

The world around them falling away as they focused on the pleasure they were feeling, the mood within the room once more descending into a hotbed of obscene debauchery that only grew more and more perverse as the minutes ticked by.

The first to be fully taken in by the sexual energy going on around them of course was the simple minded Herbie Herbst. The pudgy man's body tensing up as he came into the younger man fucking himself on his cock. Throwing his head back as his toes curled in his boots the boar squealed loudly while unloading spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum into Pj's overused and sore hole. The excess of his discharge causing a wet slapping sound to ring out as Pj helped him ride out the orgasm.

Lincoln and Nicky stepping back as Pj rose a good few minutes after Herb's stunning climax, all three older men growled lustfully as they watched cum drip down between the teen's legs and onto the floor. "By god I needed that." Herbie said as he clumsily got back onto his feet. "W-Who's going next?"

"Yeah." Pj nodded, still a little out of breath. "N-Not that I'm saying I need to be done again right away."

"Stop pretending you don't like it brat." Lincoln ordered as he effortlessly spun Pj around and pushed him down onto all fours with his foot. "Nick, help me Eiffel tower the fat kid will you?"

Dropping down onto his knees in front of Pj without complaint Nicky smirked up at the dark furred man. "This something else you see in that movie of yours Link?" When the bighorn nodded to the question the canine chuckled. "Next time I come over to your place lend it to me then, will you? I got to see what the fuss is all about."

Getting down onto one knee Lincoln nodded in agreement to the request and then set about prying apart Pj's fuzzy ass cheeks apart, an unexpected groan coming out of the horned man as he laid eyes on the hole he'd be fucking.

"Damn… never knew looking at another man's asshole could get he going like this." The horned contractor said hushed. Moving closer to Pj, the older man pressed the tip of his engorged cock up against the pucker he had complimented and pushed himself inside without resistant. "I am so going to wreck your slutty little cunt kid!"

"Oh man… yes!" Pj moaned around the cock in his mouth. "FUCK ME!"

Giving their new playmate exactly what he demanded Lincoln took Pj by his hips and ruthlessly began to fuck the boy, all seven of his turgid inches sliding in and out with fast, steady thrusts that soon had the bighorn grunting out each time he sheathed himself fully in the tight, cum filled chute he was fucking.

Swallowing hard as his longtime friend fucked the boy between them Nicky quickly sped up his movements as well, fucking Pj's open mouth as hard as he could in conjunction with his buddy's actions. Within minutes the pair of horny men fell into sync with each other, one of them giving a forward thrust as the other withdrew in perfect harmony. Each time they hilted themselves making Pj see stars as he endured being spit roasted by them.

It was as he rode out what was happening to him that Pj peered over to Mr. Herbst, curious if he was watching his coworkers use him like they were. But to the chubby boy's surprise the portly boar had left them to go over to his discarded jeans which he was rummaging through while humming.

Seeing this two Nicky reluctantly shifted his focus away from the mouth he was enjoying and over to the older man. "Oi, what the heck are you doing over there!?" He shouted. "You best not be getting a camera or something."

"Don't worry I'm not." Herbie said, waving the other man off. Discovering what he was looking for the tusked man wagged a cell phone at the other men in the room. "Figured now would be a good time to call up Mr. Augustine and ask him to come up here. We got to keep out end of Pj's deal after all."

"And you're doing this while we're fucking this brat!?" Lincoln said, his head snapping up from Pj's sweaty back. "That old hard ass is going to skin us alive if he finds us goofing off when we should be packing up!"

"Now I wouldn't say that Mr. Norwell. The old hard ass as you put it might actually like what he sees and watch you for several minutes before revealing himself." Mr. Augustine's voice suddenly came from out nowhere. Stepping into the room the lead contractor observed his men for a second and much to Pj's surprise grinned. "Then again that all depends on how much of a "hard ass" he is doesn't it?"

At the sight of the large stallion everyone in the room froze. "B-BOSS!?" All three of the contractors shouted out. Then just as Herbie had done before they added. "We can explain!"

"No need to boys and please call me Mr. Augustine not "boss". The equine man said as he approached the stunned group. "We're not part of some crime family after all."

Lincoln gave a snort at that. "You really don't pay attention to what Mr. Fraido does in his spare time do you Mr. Augustine?" He smirked. "All those guys in suits aren't there for a potluck."

"What Brock does in that office is none of my business or yours for that matter." Squatting down as he reached the tarp Ross took a few moments to look Pj in the eyes. When everyone around him stopped moving the boy had ended up trapped between his two workers. "Now as for what is my business why didn't you all tell me you all were gay? Would have saved me the trouble of having to hide my orientation all this time."

"W-We're not it's just… the kid offered." Nicky said pulling away from Pj. However at processing what the horse said the bulldog gaped. "Wait, you're gay!"

"Yes I am." Mr. Augustine confirmed with a nod. "Boyfriend and everything."

"Geeze, guess I did know a gay guy after all Pj." Herbie chuckled from somewhere. "Could have just asked him all those questions I wanted to know."

Turning to his tusked employee Ross raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Questions?"

Herbie nodded back to the query. "Yeah, that's how this all got started." He explained. "Asked the little guy a few questions first, then we started doing it, and then the others came in and joined in."

"Pretty much how everything went down boss." Lincoln finished. "Figured we'd all fuck the kid to get back at D'caht for being an asshole."

"Trust me when I say D'caht has other things on his mind then who's fucking his son right now." Ross sighed as he stood up. "Before coming to find you three I went over to Benny's apartment and let's just say I got an eyeful when I opened the door."

'Wait, what's dad doing?' Pj wondered from his place, still being spit roasted between the two older men on either end of him. 'A-Are him and Mr. Fraido having sex? No, they couldn't be. Not after all the fighting they've done all day.'

"Wow! Bambi sure does get around doesn't he!" Mr. Herbst said, instantly understanding. To think the nice kid he knew from all those years ago was having sex with both Pj and his grouchy dad. "I suppose those Fraido men are just natural born players."

"Aren't we all Mr. Herbst?" Ross nodded. Bringing his hands up to his collar the stallion began to slowly unbutton his shirt. “Now why don't you boys get back to what you were doing before you realized I was watching you?" He commanded. "I want to see if your fucking skills are as good as your skills in contracting."

Sharing an uncertain look between them both Lincoln and Nick internally debated if they should continue now that their boss was there. Their vision dropping down to Pj who squirmed under them however they quickly ended up deciding for it. After all, they had gone this far, why not keep going all the way?

"You heard the boss Nick, keep stuffing that kid's mouth and help me fuck him!" Lincoln said with a laugh. "Bet you end up shooting off in the brat's mouth long before I end up cumming in his ass."

Grinning at the challenge poses to him Nicky gave a playful growl. "You've always know I was a betting man Linky boy!" He huffed. "No way am I missing out on fucking this little sluts fat ass."

'Don't I get a say in this?' Pj wondered lightly. Peering upwards the chubby young man met the eyes of the two above him who smirked back. 'Guess I don't do it?'

Shucking of his dress shirt as his two workers had their way with the pliant body between them Ross gazed over to the pantsless Mr. Herbst and waved him over. "You said you had a few questions Herbst?" He asked. "You got anything you want to know about me?"

Padding over to the other man while pulling his own shirt over his head tossing it aside, Herbie scratched his cheek with his finger. "Is it true what they say about a horse's dick?" He said. "You know that they're bigger than most fellas?"

"You tell me." Unzipping his pants Ross pulled out his already half erect cock and let it bob gently in the open air. True to the rumor it was quite large, the angry red head shining dully as Mr. Herbst eyed it with interest. "Anything else?"

In response Herbie instantly dropped to his knees, his stubby brown furred arm going out so he could handle the gargantuan organ belonging to his boss with reverence. "I wanna know how it tastes!" He said out of breath. "After I hearing how Nicky sucked a guy's dick I want to do it too!"

"Go ahead old timer." Ross said, allowing the portly man his wish with ease. "Just watch you tusks. I don't want a bruise down there."

Watching as his oldest worker opened wide and tentatively swallowed his meat Mr. Augustine hummed appreciatively and folded his arms over his chest, a pleased hum rumbling through his chest as he finally relaxed. With all the hard work they had been putting into D'caht's damn building he had been left frustrated. The constant reminded that they had to hurry always in the back of his mind as he and his men hammered, sawed, and renovated the dilapidated building at the unreasonable behest of their previously unseen client.

The way Ross saw it, having an impromptu orgy at the jobsite was much just the needed stress relief his men needed after all that. It was just a shame he hadn't realized his men were into that sort of thing earlier. Would have helped keep them calm during the worse of it. And hey, it wasn't like he didn't find them all good looking.

Breaking his employer out of his introspective thoughts Lincoln suddenly began to grunt and groan loudly as he unsteadily jack hammered into the ass he was breeding. Eyes screwed shut as he slammed himself into Pj's hole one last time the bighorn sheep panted openly as he orgasmed harder than he had ever done before. "HOLY HELL!" He roared out as he unloaded jet after jet into the boy under him.

Staggering backwards after he finished, Pj going limp and falling to the floor as he did, the dark furred contractor wiped sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand and laughed. "Guess you win the bet Nicky." He said.

"Too right ya woolly bastard." Nick chuckled. "Now it's my turn to see what all the fuss is about, aye?"

"Yes, please!" Pj whimpered. over stimulated and feeling needy the pudgy young man quickly shifted himself around and rolled over onto his back, legs going high into the air as he waited to be mounted again. Pj was long past the point of caring how "slutty" he was acting. He wanted to be fucked again and he wanted it now!

Luckily for the feline Nicky didn't need to be told twice to get right to it. Gripping both of the cat's ankles the bulldog pushed his cock into the loose cummy hole his friend had been inside moments ago, the way his cock sunk into the velvet lined heat of the other man's warm body almost undoing him then and there.

Laughing at his friend Lincoln decided to try something out and turned his back to the pair, his ass hovering over Pj's face as he explained himself. "You want to eat this kid?" He questioned. "Saw a girl do it once at a bachelor part and--"

"God yes, please!" Pj begged as he reached up and pulled the ram's backside down, tongue going out to lap and drill into the hole Mr. Herbst had been playing with earlier. "Oh man… this is so good!"

"I'll take your word for it brat." Lincoln said as he was ate out, his mind slowly slipping into pure unadulterated pleasure as Pj drilled his hole hungrily.

Back over with Mr. Augustine and Herbst, the taller man was currently helping his hapless employ as he bent over a barrel for him. Eyeing the plump brown furred half-moons of the swine's ass the muscular horse whinnied a little. Though he had never realized he did it Herbie had himself a habit of bending over in front of people, showing off his ass. Ross had lost count of the times he had gazed at that jean clad bottom and imagined what was underneath. Now he was going to do much more than just look at it.

"Are you sure you want me to do this Mr. Herbst?" The stallion asked one last time as he hawked some spit into his hand and used it to open up the older male. "We can stop if you want."

"No, I want you to do it sir." Herbie assured, his short tail beginning to wag as he was prepared. "Pj looks like he's having so much fun over there. I want to see what it's like too!"

Augustine chuckled, if only all straight men he knew were as curious as the man before him. "Alright then, if you're sure." He said as he took himself in hand and pushed his cock into the hairy crack of his soon to be lover. "Just don't ask for medical leave because of what I'm about to do."

"I W-WON'T!!" Herbie said as he felt the large impressive cock he had sucked on push past his anal ring and into his heavyset body. "Shit… that actually feels good!" He groaned. "Stings a little too but boy… come on do me sir! Pound my rear end!"

"You're lucky I'm such a good boss." Ross remarked as he went to do just that, the large man taking Mr. Herbst by the shoulders so he could jackhammer into the other man with all his might. At this fast, breakneck pace it only took a few minutes for the horse to get Herbie squealing like… well, like a stuffed pig, the older man pushing back against him with every thrust he made.

Listening to the way Mr. Herbst moaned as he was fucked Pj finally lost his own personal battle to refrain from finishing too soon. Squirming as he was driven into by his current partner the sweat covered and naked boy moaned into the hairy ass he was rimming as his cock swelled and he pumped out several wads of his own seed, the bright white liquid contrasting very nicely with his jet black fur.

Feeling the hole around his member tighten painfully as Pj came from his powerful thrusts Nicky quickly howled out his own completion and pulled out of the boy, Lincoln joining him as he stood so they both could finish themselves off manually, their eventual twin orgasms causing a shower of cum to rain down over Pj's prone form adding to the boy's own load.

In the next few minutes of heavy panting and mild cursing that followed Pj sighed in satisfaction as he laid there on the floor out of breath and covered in sticky seed. Somewhere in the background he heard Mr. Herbst signal his own climax as well, Pj tilting his head to the side just in time to see the boar give a good belly laugh as his cum dripped down the side of the barrel he was leaning on.

"Wow… that was really fun." Was Pj could say as the action wound down around him.

However, before the pudgy boy could fully calm down from his recent exertions he caught sight of a still hard Mr. Augustine pulling out of Herbie and heading over in his direction, the large equine cock he had bobbing up and down with each step he made.

"We're not done fucking you yet son." Ross informed with a sly look. "You're dad pissed us all off real bad. And now you're going to pay for it."

Demonstrating what he meant Mr. Augustine squatted down over Pj and flipped him onto his belly, the large horse proceeding to fuck the boy vigorously and relentlessly without another word as the rest of the contractors watched on with catcalls and compliments at how well their boss was screwing their new plaything.

Resting his head on the slightly dirty tarp under him as he was taken by yet another man Pj half sighed, half giggled. He supposed he could handle having sex a one more time that afternoon. Though, upon looking up to Herbie, Nick, and Lincoln as the three men stroked themselves to the show, Pj realized that he was going to be fucked many more times before the end of this particular encounter. An outcome that he also realized he was just fine with.

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Two sex filled hours later…

"So you'll really try talking to my dad again tomorrow." Pj said to Mr. Augustine as he pulled his shorts back up.

"It was part of the deal Mr. Herbst made with you wasn't it?" Ross said, buttoning up his shirt as he spoke. "I can't say if things will work out though. It's up to your dad to see reason. But I promise to make every attempt to make him understand."

Looking over the Fraido Construction Company crew Pj gave them all a relieved smile. "Thank you Mr. Augustine… everyone." He said. "Thank you so much."

"Don't worry about it little guy." Herbie said with a snorting laugh. "You earned our help with everything you did."

"Yeah kid." Lincoln agreed. Finished tying his boot the bighorn sheep went over to Pj and patted his shoulder. Despite how rough and aggressively verbal he was during sex the older man did have a good heart. "Just don't you dare blab about what we all did. We were all just..." Glancing over to Herbst he winked, all the other contractors chuckling at him as he did. "…curious about that stuff."

Sharing in the amusement Pj giggled softly. "I promise I won't tell anybody sir." He assured. "I don't think anyone would believe me anyway."

"Don't right think they would lad." Nicky said smirkingly. "This whole thing was like something out of a bad gay porno."

'You have no idea.' Pj thought with an eye roll.

Checking his watch Ross made a tsking sound. "Alright boy's it's late." He said in his best authoritative voice. "Let's get back to the hotel now so we can start negations again with Mr. D'caht early tomorrow morning."

"Why not now?" Herbie asked as they all started to leave.

"Didn't you hear earlier him bacon bits? Mr. D'caht's busy doing something with Bambi." Nick said with a shake of his head. "Who'd have thought Benny'd be a poof."

"Again, you all must be blind." Lincoln said with a shake of his head. "I've known he was gay since he snuck off with Sullivan his senior year of high school."

Herbie gasped. "He did it with Sullivan!?" He said. "But Sull was married with six kids back then. How could he be gay?"

"There is such a thing as being Bi Mr. Herbst." Mr. Augustine lectured as him and his men walked out into the hallway and disappeared from Pj's sight.

Shaking his head as the other men left Pj let out a long calming breath and physically relaxed. The last couple of hours while pleasurable had been really tiring. What Pj needed now was a nice soft bed to sleep in for the night. He just hoped his dad and Mr. Fraido were done with whatever they were doing.

Exiting the room he had had so much fun in with a fond huff the chubby boy quickly made his way over to the staircase and ascended up to the eighth floor where Mr. Fraido's finished apartment was. Reaching the rhino's door he raised his hand to knock but suddenly stopped just before his knuckles rapped against it. Were his dad and Benny really doing what Mr. Augustine implied? If so then maybe Pj should take a peek before revealing himself. You know… for curiosities sake.

Going against his better judgment Pj gently turned the doorknob and pushed open the door before him as quietly as he could. Poking his head inside the curious boy held back a gasp as he took in what had to be the most bizarre thing he had ever seen.

Laying in the middle of the floor of the newly renovated apartment was his father Peter D'caht, the older man buck naked and face down with his ass in the air as he snored away louder than Herbie's buzz saw. Across from him, propped up against the floor sat an equally naked and out cold Mr. Fraido, his gray skinned body covered in numerous hickies and bite marks in what looked like a small puddle of cum.

Stepping into the room and closing the door behind him Pj took a few minutes to marvel at what he had come across. From the looks on their faces as they slumbered, two pleased smiles, and the smell of cum in the air it was obvious that they had somehow made up from the fight they had earlier. That and then some.

Shaking his head slowly after getting his fill of the two nude men the chubby young man quietly tiptoed his way over to Mr. Fraido's bedroom. He'd deal with finding out exactly what happened later. Right now all he wanted was some peace and quiet after such a long day.

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Back in the present, Late July…

Slamming his hips flush against his boyfriend's chunky ass one final time a groaning Moose Clancy came into the tight, warm hole he had been fucking vigorously for the better part of an hour. "I can't believe you actually let that all happen Fatty!" He exclaimed as he rode out his orgasm. "Letting four construction workers gangbang the hell out of you in an abandoned building."

"I know, I know really slutty of me but at least it worked!" Writing the last of his story in his dairy Pj peered playfully over his shoulder to his apish lover. "Mr. Augustine and my dad worked through their money problem the next day and the contractors have been working there ever since. Mr. Fraido tells me they'll be finished next fall.

"Guess having sex with you motivated them to go faster, huh?" Pulling out of Pj, Moose fell down onto his ass and did his best to catch his breath. "I'm still curious as to what Mr. D and that rhino guy did while you were being railed though. They ever tell you?"

Pj shook his head. "Nope." He sighed. "I asked the next day when I came out of Benny's bedroom but neither of them wanted to tell me."

"Shame, I bet it was good." The other boy mused thoughtfully. "Wonder which one of them was on top? You think Mr. D fucked Fraido or was he the one getting it up the ass for once?"

"Maybe you should mind yer own business banana breath." Pete's grouchy voice sounded from the doorway. Padding into the room the large man automatically began to undress, his reason for doing so evident in the hard-on visible in his pants. "Wut you should be worryin' 'bout now is how I'm gonna fuck you raw fer even thinkin' dat."

Sliding off of the bed as his dad got onto it, the older man flipping Moose over and shoving his face into the gorilla's ass in one swift move, Pj snickered lowly to himself and went to put his dairy back in his desk. Like that day back at the apartment building he guessed he'd be spending it doing dirty stuff. And just like back then, he truly didn't mind.