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D'caht household, 8:25 AM, Mid-June….

As was the case every morning, the first thing that greeted a young and sleepy Peter D'caht or Pj as everyone mostly called him was the annoyingly shrill klaxon of his limited edition official WonderSkunk alarm clock. The grating noise doing it's intending purpose of dragging the slumbering boy away from his deep peaceful sleep and back to the world of the waking with a groan.

Now, usually it was within the first few buzzes that the dark furred boy woke up to start his day. His will to get his early morning chores done before he went off to school prodding him into full wakefulness. But today was a little different and that urge was pushed to the side by the overwhelming need to catch a few more minutes of peaceful sleep.

Avoiding the noise next to his head Pj lazily rolled over onto his side and snuggled up to the second occupant of the best, his lover and amazing boyfriend Moose, Yancy Clancy. Lured back into the land of dreams by the heat radiating off of the ape's doughy yet muscled form Pj smacked his lips a few times and started to doze off.

Unfortunately, Pj's lethargic attempt to circumvent his usual routine was thwarted when the sanctitude of his bedroom was completely shattered as the door leading out into the hallway swung open with the force of rampaging elephant and the individual who had opened it stomped his way into the small clothes littered space with all the grace and finesse of a wrecking ball.

“Fer fucks sake boy wut did I say 'bout lettin' that damn clock of yers wake me up in da mornin'?!" The intruder roared.

When Pj failed to respond to this loud question the loud invader stormed his way over to the nightstand and slammed his fist against the snooze button, his force he used making the batteries pop out the back as he next turned his attention to its owner who he grabbed by the shoulder so he could flip him onto his back and force him to look into his angry eyes.

Sensing that he better respond to his guest Pj hesitantly opened his eyes against the light filtering into the room and blinked as his vision focused and settled on the surly, glowering face of his father, Peter D'caht Senior or as Pj was prone to calling him sir.

“Will ya wake da hell up already boy!" The older man harrumphed. “Can't ya see yer old man is tryin' at bust yer tubby lil chops here?"

Now, a year or so ago being on the receiving end of such a dirty glare and harsh words would have elicited a fit of nervous apologies and shivering from Pj. Past experiences with his father coloring their relationship in a way that was less then warm and friendly. But now… after everything they had done and all he had been through the only thing that Pj did upon being faced with father's wrath was return a tired look and yawn before he gave a sigh filled response.

“Come on dad, can I sleep a little longer today?" Pj begged with a childish whimper as he tried to hide his face in his pillow. “I'm still worn out from that party we threw for Moose last weekend."

“That wuz two days ago boy." Pete snorted, as he cruelly snatched Pj's pillow away and tossed it to the floor. “Sides I'm da one who did all that cookin' and runnin' around fer that damn bar-bee-que. All you an' monkey boy over there did wuz sit around on yer asses and enjoy yerselves."

“You mean all we did entertain all the guests Mr. D." Moose suddenly said from behind Pj. Rolling over to his side and lifting himself onto his elbow the ex-football quarterback smiled lazily at the two other men in the room, a smirk appearing on his face as he placed his free arm around Pj's torso and curled it around his belly. “Not that I'm complaining about all the stuff you did for my birthday sir." He continued. “I sure as hell had some fun."

“Ya had better have banana breath." Pete huffed back. “Do you got any idea what I spent on lube fer that little get-tagether? Supplyin' 'nough slick fer seven men ain't exactly chump change, ya know?"

“Well who said you had to throw Moose that sort of party dad?" Pj was quick to argue. “I had a perfectly nice, normal party all planned out for him. Just you, me, and Moose, a few friends and some homemade cake."

“Yeah and I livened up that borin' ass shin-ding with my expertise!" Pete chuckled. “Cake and balloons are one thing but a good ol' fashioned orgy is a hellava lot better."

Pj groaned at his dad's perverse line of logic but decided to let the subject go. If only because he knew it was like beating one's head against a brick wall. “Fine sir whatever you say." He said. “I just hope that when my party comes around in August that you'll listen to me and make it a simple little affair. No obscene party games, no embarrassing erotic cake, and defiantly no out of control orgies."

Quick to cover his mouth to stop the snicker about to come out of him Moose shared a knowing looked with Pj's father. If only Pj knew about what Pete was planning for his birthday next month. Everyone had been invited to the celebration. If Pj knew, Moose reasoned that his tubby boyfriend would throw a royal fit insisting that he didn't need a party that big. Moose was just glad that he had forewarning after “accidentally" hearing Pete's ordering a striper for the event.

With that bit of knowledge in mind Moose decided that he wanted to tease Pj a little and moved closer to the smaller man to lightly kiss his shoulder. “Come on Peeje, I know you'd love a party just like mine." He grinned. “After all, it was you who dropped his shorts in front of everyone and let all of us gangbang your cute ass on the kitchen table. …and the couch…

“And da washin' machine in the back room…" Pete continued for the ape. “And da picky-nic tables out back… and da--"

“--M-Mr. Fraido's the one who pulled my pants down not me!" Pj defended, his face tinting a she was reminded of every location he had sex that day. “Besides it wasn't just me doing dirty stuff? You two were just as bad as I was."

Moose and Pete shared a sarcastic look between them. “Sure we were." They both drawled.

Taking a cigar out of the back of the back pocket pf his pajama's, Pete quickly lit it and stepped back from the bed motioning the two boys to get up. “Let's ferget 'bout how slutty you are for a second boy and get back to da matter 'o' hand. Yer fuckin' clock waking me up!" He said around the fat stogie in his mouth. “You know how much I hate havin' 'm bueaty-fication sleep inter-ner-upted. Iffin I don't eight hours then I don't have da ener-ga-my at fuck my regular six times a day."

“Yeah dad I know, and I'm sorry." Pj sighed, humoring the older man as he sat up and swung his feet over the edge of his bed. Why did his dad have to put it like that? Him having a little less energy when it came to sex drive would be a good thing. At least that's what the younger man and his sore backside believed. “How about since I woke you up I make you a really big break--"

“--Ain't got time for that boy." Stepping forward menacingly, Pete gave his son thoughtful look. “Ya know wut I do got time for? Heh-heh I gots m'self plenty 'o' time ta punish yer lazy ass." Leaning down he leered. “An' you 'n me both know I ain't talkin' 'bout a normal old whoopin'. Nah, I'm talkin' 'bout a good and hard fuck--"

Interrupting before Pete could finish voicing whatever twisted punishment he had in mind a voice suddenly called out from somewhere down the hall. The amused, chuckling Cajun brogue instantly diverting the growling man's attention to something he had left in his bedroom only a short time ago.

“Where the hell you get to boss man?" The voice of the D'caht's resident mechanic, Jake “Bubba" Molyneux called out from beyond the bedroom door. “Thought you said we were gonna play under da sheets a little when we woke up."

There was a small chuckled, both Pete and Pj looking to one another as they heard it. “That is unless your too beat from da number I did on you last night." The gator added slyly. “You are getting a little long in da tooth after all boss man."

Eyes flashing with lust at the insult hurled in his direction Pete slowly turned to face the doorway, his temper flaring a little. Why the hell was he bothering punishing his lazy brat of a son when he had someone more deserving of his ire. A someone who was about to seriously get his ass propped up, lubed up, and reamed out for his smart mouth.

“I'll be there in a minute ya fucking smart assed suitcase!" Pete hollered across Pj's bedroom. “Just get yer scaly ass back in bed and wait while I finish teachin' our pair 'o' cum dumpsters the con-see-quen-cesses of wakin' me up too early!"

Another round of chuckling came from somewhere out in the hall. “Now don't you be too rough on them boys Petey." Bubba shouted back jokingly. “Can't have them worn out before they even leave da house. They got things ta do today I'm certain?"

Pete seemed to mull over his old army buddy's advice and when he shifted his attention back to Pj and Moose he seemed a little more sedate, his gaze only mildly frightening as he pointed to his eyes then to the duo, signaling that he would be watching them for anymore misbehavior.

“Alright, since I got things ta do I'll let ya brats off da hook." Pete grumbled. “But, you sure as hell better not be inter-ner-ruptin' me when I'm stuffin' that gator's hole full 'o' dick."

“Don't worry sir if Pj's starts getting loud or something I'll do the responsible thing and stuff something big in his mouth. I'm good at that." Moose joked, his little quip earning him an irritated look from his bedmate. “What? Not like you didn't say that exact same thing after our last blowjob!"

Ignoring the antics of the younger men Pj quickly exited the room with what could only be called and arrogant strut. “Here I come snaggletooth!" He called out as he disappeared. “You better be gettin' yer smarmy green ass ready cause little Petey is a-coming!"

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at that embarrassing bit of dialog Pj sighed in mild relief that he had avoided being punished and leaned back against Moose's body. “Man am I glad Bubba was here to save us." He commented. Casually gazing over to his alarm clock the pudgy young man groaned and covered his eyes. “Darn it! I better get my butt in gear and get ready for school. I really don't need any more tardies on my record."

Finally stumbling out of his bed Pj stood and stretched, his back giving a small pop and his face heating up when he noticed the way Moose's eyes lingered on his nude body as he rolled over onto his back and rested his head on his hands.

“It really is a shame you can't just sleep away the morning me fatty." The primate joked with a big shit eating grin. “That's the best part about having Mr. D as my boss. I don't have to worry about going down to the lot until he's finished with his early morning screwing. Something which judging from the way him and Bubba are currently going at it won't be…"

Ringing out from the master bedroom across the hall, Bubba's enthusiastic groaning could be heard by everyone close by. The loud bellowing quickly followed by a sinisterly dark chuckle and a sting of words so filthy and obscene that they belonged more in a whore house in the back streets of Tijuana than a suburban Spoonerville home.

“…Done for another several hours." Pj said once the noise had calmed down.

After giving the laying Moose a huff for his smart attitude the husky boy found himself rolling his eyes when the ape pretended to yawn in an overly exaggerated manner and closed his eyes as if going back to bed. It was obvious to Pj that he was enjoying this whole situation all too much. It was defiantly time to take him down a notch.

“Well… I hope you enjoy sleeping later then me for now Yancy because it won't last." Pj said in a chidingly. “By this time next Monday it's going to be me who gets to lay around all morning while you head off to work."

Opening his other eye at the use of his real name, Moose opened his mouth for a sharp retort that was instantly forgotten when he laid eyes on Pj's huffy and pouting face. Who could stay mad in the face of that?

Instead he decided to go the mocking route in his reply. Better to make Pj more flustered than to get petty revenge. “Like you'd ever stay in bed past nine o'clock babe." Moose teased. “You and me both know the second the clock strikes eight you'll be wide awake and ready to make me breakfast."

“Is that so!" Pj huffed.

Moose nodded. “Yeah, that's so." Pausing the ape snorted, trying his best to contain a snicker. “Well… that's only sorta true I guess. I can usually convince you to stay in bed if I offer you a chance to suck on my dick."

Being his every cheeky self Moose pulled back the blankets over his body and exposed his lower half. The removal of the clunky covering revealing his already half hard member which sprang free and slapped against his slightly doughy stomach with a wet sounding slap. “So, while I'm on the subject you thing you can help me with this fatty?" Moose asked as he moved his hips from side to side, his manhood swinging like a metronome. “If you get right to it I'm sure you'll be able to make me cum in time for you to go off to school"

Watching the tasty treat being practically dangled right in front of his nose Pj unconsciously licked his lips, mouth beginning to water as he stood there. A small part of him knew that he should just rebuff his boyfriend's advances and tell him to take a cold shower. Something which Moose deserved after all his teasing. But then there was that other part of Pj's mind. The part that wanted more than anything to crawl back into bed and suck off that thick shaft till it filled his tubby belly full of gorilla cum.

Obviously it was that latter part that won out in the end. “Alright… we can fool around for a little." Pj sighed, resigned to his fate and loving every second of it. “But promise me you'll tell me when it's seven-forty. If I don't leave by then I really will be late."

Moose rolled his eyes at Pj's insistence of still going to school when the school year was more or less over. Save one more final full day where students were encouraged to clean out their lockers, sign yearbooks, and say goodbye to their friends for the summer.

But wanting his raging boner tended to the ape relented and gave Pj a quick nod, humoring him. “Ok babe I'll keep an eye on your clock." He assured him. “But… I'll only do it if you promise to do that thing with your pinky I like."

Sucking on his pinky for a second Pj giggled and got down onto his knees, awkwardly making his way over to Moose with a smile. “It's a deal." He agreed.

(As you can see Mr. Dairy mornings really have changed around my house since that first thing I wrote in you. Hard to believe it was only a few months ago that I was scared out of my mind whenever my dad came bursting into my room shouting at me. Now the only thing I feel when he does something like that is worried. Mostly because it's the prelude to some sort of sex thing that will take up most of the day. Humm… you know I guess I've really gained some confidence since all this began. That has to be it if I can face my dad's constant grumpy state and come out of it virtually unscathed.

Hey, speaking about my dad, I gotta say he's changed too. I mean… yeah he's still mean and surly most of the time, but there's a few differences about him too. Sometimes when he things no one is looking he looks sorta happy. A state that I never thought I'd seem him in again after him and my mom divorced.

You know back then when mom left him for Mr. Good my dad really was devastated. Sure he may have not shown it externally but that's around the time he started gambling, chain smoking, and drinking like a fish. I don't even want to mention the company he kept. All those young girls he dated and awful people he hung around only cared about his money not actually getting to know him. But, like I said: he's a lot better now. Me may still drink and smoke some but he never does it in excess like before. And as for his love life… well to be honest I'm not entirely sure what's going on there but I'm sure Bubba will handle that part. Or at least I think he will from what I've heard all those times I've walked past my dad's room and heard them inside.

Thinking about how I listen to them sometimes just now sorta reminds me of that day all of this “stuff" got started. The night before I had spent hours in my bed eavesdropping on my dad and his girlfriend as they had sex. Each and every grunt my dad made making me so turned on that I spent the most of the early morning masturbating up a storm. I used to be really ashamed about that, scared that I was gay or something. Heh, if only that me knew how gay I'd turn out a few hours down the road.)

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D'caht's Front Yard 7:10 AM…

Closing the front door carefully behind himself Pj uncharacteristically began to grumble to himself and hurriedly padded his way down the front steps and onto the cobblestone walkway leading to the sidewalk.

“Dumb Moose." Pj complained as he speedily made his way towards the street. “How could he not notice that my alarm clock didn't have any batteries in it!" Coming to a stop the mildly perturbed boy came up with a way to punish his neglectful boyfriend for making him late. “That it, tomorrow he's not going to get any pancakes when I make them for breakfast!"

There were a few moments when it looked like Pj would stick to his guns on his vindictive decision, posture firm and head held up high. But then visibly deflating he sighed. “Who am I kidding? I can't be mean like that." He complained. “B-But I'm not going to let him have any butter flavored maple syrup! He'll have to make do with the regular kind. Yeah, that's a fitting punishment."

Proud of himself for his brilliant non-punishment Pj absently checked the strap of the backpack slung over his shoulder and mentally prepared himself for the long walk to school he had ahead of him. This would be the first time in months that he had done so by himself. Moose usually coming to pick him up so they could have one of their infamous morning “car rides". A pleasant little trip that usually involved some sort of dirty activity that both parties enjoyed. Now however, because of Moose's new job down at the car lot and Pete's untrustworthy scheduling those pleasurable rides had been put on hold for now.

Pj hadn't minded the change in the regular routine though. After all he had walked himself to school all on his own for years before him and Moose became an item. And besides Moose still had the time to pick him up after the school day was done. A ride where the gorilla made sure to make up for lost time by showing Pj how much he missed him during the workday.

Smiling secretively to himself as the dirty thoughts of what they usually got up to on the ride home Pj was so distracted that he failed to notice a certain heavy-set, gray skinned individual racing out of his house and across his front lawn heading in his direction. Or at least he did until the very moment said person began to shout, the volume echoing across the neighborhood and nearly making the unsuspecting feline death.

“HEY YOU D'CAHT BOY!" The loud and obnoxious voice of the D'caht's next door neighbor, Gary Wey bellowed from Pj's left. “Stop for a minute kid, I got a bone to pick with you!"

Slowing his forward gait to a stop and repressing the urge to cringe Pj took a deep calming breath and did his best to plaster a convincing “friendly smile" on his face as he looked over to the perturbed sixty-year old. Even though his dad was blackmailing the hippo Pj still felt it was in their best interest to be friendly. Especially with the temper Gary had. He might just say the heck with everyone finding out about his proclivities and blab their shared secret across town/

“Oh, hello Mr. Wey." Pj said very politely. “I hope you had yourself a really good weekend."

Frowning as he approached the younger man Gary huffed out a grouchy breath and leveled Pj with a harsh glare. “Well I was having a nice weekend up until the point I was woken up in the middle of the night by your house of perverts!" He complained. “I swear; I think half the stuff you do over there should be illegal! Never hear sounds so obscene, so disgusting, so filthy, so-so-so… um… loud! Yeah never so loud, in my entire like!"

A redness creeping on his cheeks as he cooled down from his outburst Mr. Wey quickly looked around the street as if seeing if the coast was clear and then not so subtly leaned forward so he could whisper something else in Pj's direction. “Um… just… what exactly were you doing that caused all that noise?" He asked conspiratorially. “N-Not that I really want to know mind you. I'm just curious is all."

Pj chuckled nervously at the question just asked of him. “Well… my dad sorta met these four truckers on the way home from work and invited them over for… … some entertainment." He informed with only the slightest hint of embarrassment. “Things just sort of got outta hand after that. Sorry if we really did ruin your weekend Mr. Wey."

Glancing over his shoulder at the D'caht's house, Mr. Wey grumbled something under his breath about not being invited then turned back to Pj with a grim frown. “Yeah, well you better keep the noise down from now one." He warned. “You D'caht's might have me by the balls with that video for now. But if I have to I'll march right down to the homeowner's association and tell the whole neighborhood about the twisted and sick stuff you get up to in that bordello you call--"

“--Hey lard ass! Stop hasslin' my kid and get in here!" Pete's gruff voice suddenly shouted from above the pair. Instantly turning to where the loud shout had originated from both Pj and Gary gasped when they saw a completely nude Pete D'caht sitting in the windowsill of his second story bedroom, his trusty assblaster™ XXXXXXL in hand which he was wagging in their general direction.

“Oh, an you better hurry up too Two-tons!" The used car salesmen continued with a sinister glint in his eye. “We need ourselves a third up here five minutes ago and I'm thinkin' yer chunky gray butt is da prefect fit!"

“For the love of god D'caht cover yourself! Everyone in Spoonerville is gonna see you!" Gary bellowed right back, his cheeks now the same color as cherries as he blustered. “And just for your information I wasn't hassling your boy I was just informing him that you all should be keeping the sound down over there. We don't need anyone calling the cops and finding… all that!"

Pete's eyebrows rose as that. “Ya'know iffin I didn't know better I'd think you wuz all concerned over me."

“It's not concern bastard It's worry! If the cops raid your den of filth I don't want them finding… things that may get innocent parties like me in trouble." Mr. Wey explained with his usual roar. The fact that he had just aired his dirty laundry to everyone within earshot lost on him in his angry.

Smirking Pete swung one of his legs out of the window he was in and rocked it back and forth, his thick fully hard cock revealed for everyone down below to see. “Awe, don't worry 'bout them finding anything. I keep most of da really “dirty" shit in a steel lockbox at the bank." He cooed sarcastically. “Now iffin yer done running yer fat mouth how's about you be a real sweetheart and hurry over. I'm thinkin' I want hippo on a spit roast dis mornin'. Wut do you say Bubs?"

Sticking his head out of the window past Pete's gut a smiling Bubba gazed down at Mr. Wey pretending to think over the suggestion. Something with only lasted a few moments before a huge, almost sadistic look crossed his face. “Yup, come on up Tubby." He shouted down. “You know how much I like stuffing that big mouth of yours.

“Perverts, perverts the whole lot of you." Gary grumbled. Yet despite his vehement protests and growling words the large Hawaiian shirt clad man dutifully began making his way over to the D'caht's house. A certain spring in his step that didn't go unnoticed by Pj.

“Yeah that's it blubber butt waddle yerself right over." Pete said continuing to mock. “Oh, and a'fore I forget, I want ya ta pick up dat special outfit I got ya on da way up. The one with all dem sparkly tassels 'an blinky lights."

Seeing his chance to get away as Mr. Wey began to loudly complain (at length) about whatever costume he was going to be forced to wear during sex, Pj quickly beat a hasty retreat and headed off towards the bus stop. Whatever was about to happen at his house he really didn't want to get caught up on it. Shame Moose was going to have to deal with it though. Then again it served him right for making him late.

However, as he rounded the corner of his block Pj couldn't resist taking one last look back at his house and was almost immediately sorry he did. It seemed that Pete had taken to mooning Mr. Wey through the window, Bubba's uproarious laughter and Gary's shrill demands for him to stop echoing across the neighborhood. Pj was just glad that the window with his dad's furry backside was sticking out of it wasn't facing the street. If they were seeing what he was seeing the neighbors would all faint dead away from shock.

“I really hope someone doesn't call the police on them again." Pj chuckled lightly to himself. “I really don't think dad's bed can stand another policeman orgy like last week."

(As you can see Mr. Diary Mr. Wey is still his ever grumpy self. But despite that I have to say he's one of the best neighbors we've ever had. Not that he would ever say the same thing about us. Least not openly say it. You know, if you had told me before me and my dad started sleeping together that Gary would be coming over our house regularly I would have laughed and called you crazy. From the very first day we moved into the house he seemed to have something against us. The fights between him and my dad were the stuff of legend during the yearly block parties. Of course as you know that all changed that day I volunteered to clean Mr. Wey house after that really bad fight. Suddenly he wasn't just out neighbor anymore but an unwilling participant in my dad's sexual game. Not that Gary seemed to mind it after a while. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's come to enjoy it. He even has guys come over to his house now when my dad isn't home. Or at least I think he does. I've seen this really weird horse guy coming out of his house one or twice. But maybe he's just the cable guy or something I don't really know.

Now as for Bubba… well I think he liked me the very second we officially met. Then again with Bubba I don't think he's ever met a person who he hasn't wanted to become friends with. I don't know how he does it but he can charm anyone into liking him. Guess it's that old southern charm he keeps talking about. It's not just that though. Bubba's also a really good person. Always willing to lend a helping hand, always ready with a kind encouraging word and a big tooth grin. I'm really surprised that him and my dad are… 'friends' I guess I could say. But it's true I don't think I've ever seen a pair of as close at them. And I truly believe that closeness goes a little further than my dad's willing to admit. Hopeful with time and Bubba's usual habit of getting his way through flattery I'll have myself a brand new step-dad to call my own. Not that I think dad will ever make it official mind you.)

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Spoonerville high 9:10 AM…

The hallways of Spoonerville high were deathly quiet by the time Pj arrived at the school. The usual crows of boisterous and unruly students having most likely abandoned the hallways as soon as the morning bell rang. Tiptoeing his way through these eerily silent passageways a very nervous Pj one again complained about certain primate's and their inability to realize a clock had stopped working and slowly made his way towards his homeroom class, eyes darting around every now and then to make sure none of the teachers were around to scold him for being late. Not that any of them would really care if he was a little tardy for class at this time of year.

It was just… Pj hated the thought of Mr. Brown being disappointed in him for not showing up on time. Sure the bear would tell him it was alright but deep down Pj just knew he'd be a little upset of he walked through his classroom door in the middle of the period.

Speaking of the door he was going to have to sneak through, looking ahead Pj noticed the history room glass windowed door up ahead and quickly closed the remaining distance between him and it. Reaching the buried he cautiously peered through the smoky glass window and into the room behind. Upon doing so Pj breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Mr. Brown wasn't anywhere to be seen.

“Orson must have been held up today." Pj reasoned with a hesitant smile. If that was the case than this was Pj's lucky day. He could get inside and find his seat without his ursine teacher ever knowing he had been tardy. “Finally some good luck today!"

Happy now that he could slip into his first period class without his teacher noticing him Pj reached out to use the doorknob to gain entry. However, just as his stubby fingers curled around the metal leaver a loud and annoyed sounding cough sounded from his right. The angry expulsion of air causing the pudgy man to freeze right there in his tacks as he instantly recognized who had made the irritated sound.

“Well, well, well seems your late Mr. D'caht!" The voice of Howard Tarn, principal of Spoonerville high school said sternly. “What's wrong son? You have trouble waking up this morning?"

'Crap!' Wincing at being caught Pj ducked his head shamefully and slowly turned around, coming face to face with a very pissed off looking six-foot two bull, with wickedly sharp horns and a disapproving glare that could melt steel.

The horned older man glaring down at him with his patented disapproving frown and his curved horns glinting in the overhead florescence lights as he eyed him like a predator eying prey.

Mustering up the courage he needed to respond to Tarn's question as he was eyed with a predatory gaze Pj stared down at his feet. “No sir I didn't oversleep." He mumbled. “I just… sort of got distracted this morning and ended up running late. You know how things can get at my house."

Mr. Tarn's mood lightened a little at that, if only barely. “Yeah, I suppose I do don't I Mr. D'caht." A smirk crossed the older man's face. “What Sarge pull this morning?"

Pj blushed. “Nothing sir, it was my boyfriend who made me late this time." He admitted, face tinting just a little. “Not that my dad didn't try first mind you. But… he… uh, he sort of got distracted himself when Bubba called him back to bed."

“Those two…" Mr. Tarn said with a far off, thoughtful tone. “I really never would have suspected that they'd..."

There was a moment of awkward silence as Pj watched the middle aged trail off and look blankly into space, a strange expression crossing his features that almost looked like regret. But then just as soon as it had appeared it was gone again and the bovine's usual nasty sneer reemerged.

“Alright then Mr. D'caht, I think I'll overlook this little transgression of yours for today." Howard said resuming his air of academic professionalism. “Consider my decision to let you off the hook as a favor to your father."

“Um… thank you sir." Pj said not quite sure if he liked the idea of exchanging favors with a man like Mr. Tarn. “I think."

“Yes well just don't make it a habit." Mr. Tarn added stuffily. “This may be the last day of school but I can and will give you detention if I have too. Oh, and before I forget: next time you see your father tell him for that thing he's planning in a few weeks."

“Thing he's planning?" Pj wondered. “What's my dad planning?"

Suddenly realizing that he had said to much and would get Pete mad at him for ruining the surprise Mr. Tarn coughed into his hand quickly avoiding the subject. “Never mind Mr. D'caht I'll tell him myself later." Howard said looking away. “Just go off to your class and never mention this conversation to anyone." His eyes narrowed. “Am I clear."

“Crystal!" Pj yelped more than said.

“Good." Turning around the bull quickly began walking off down the hallway. “Have a calm relaxing day Mr. D'caht. Trust me you'll be needing it."

Watching his principal's retreating back Pj wondered for a moment if he should prod someone in his inner circle on the matter of this “Thing" his dad was planning whatever it was. But in the end he decided against it and shook his head.

'It's better that I don't know.' Pj reasoned as he opened the door and quietly sneaked into Mr. Brown's classroom. 'Something tells me though that I better keep an eye out though. No reason to get caught with my pants down. Doing that when my dad's scheming usually doesn't end well.'

(As you can see Mr. Diary, Mr. Tarn is still the same mean spirited and stern man he always was. But now that I know a little about his personal history I guess I understand why he's that way. I mean it couldn't have been easy growing up a preacher's son and forced to act straight against his natural desires. Natural desires I might add that are a little strange given his always in control attitude when he's working at the school. Who would have believed that the toughest, meanest, educator in Spoonerville liked to be dominated and spanked for being a naughty boy? What's even more bizarre is the fact that Mr. Tarn seems to have taken a page out of mine and my dad's book and started sleeping with his son too. Though from the way Tony brags about it their roles are completely reversed. A slight difference that I think Mr. Tarn is totally ok with.)

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After History Class…

Bottom remaining firmly in his seat as the end period bell rang out above his head a content and smiling Pj folded his hands on top of his desk and silently watched as his fellow student's filed out of the room, heading off to whatever class they had next on their schedule

Once the small history classroom was completely empty save for himself and a certain someone the sitting young man shifted his focus over to the teacher's desk and chuckled gently when he saw Orson Brown, his history teacher and close friend still sitting there reading from a book he had taken out during the final minutes of the light class he had just taught.

It was a sorta funny how the bear could become entirely engrossed in something like that. In fact, Pj bet he hadn't even noticed that the bell had just gone off or that all of his other students had left. And Pj soon found himself to be proven right when, after he stood up and walked up to the other man with a cough to gain his attention, Orson suddenly startled and almost fell out of his chair with a shout of surprise.

Of course this alarmed and on edge state instantly dissolved when the history teacher saw that it had been his favorite student who had broken his concentration. “Ah, hello Peter." Orson greeted with a nod. “Was there something I can help you with before you leave?"

“Um, actually, yes. I… I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes if that's alright?" Pj asked quietly, both hands hidden behind his back.

A slow smile crossed Orson's ursine features as he carefully placed his prized firs edition down and beckoned the younger man to come closer. “Why of course you may talk to me Peter." He said. “Come on, come on, before my next class arrives and ruins our alone time my dear boy."

Doing as he had been instructed Pj nervously walked around the bear's workspace and stopped in front of the grizzly his hands still behind his back. “I… I wanted to give this to you for being such a good teacher to me this year." Pj announced as he took out a small wrapped box from behind himself. “That and the other thing you helped me with last week."

Peering down at the box Orson gave a pleased hum and gingerly took the item, examining it. “My goodness now this is a surprise!" He chuckled. “You have my greatest thanks Peter. Though, I should inform you that there was no need to trouble yourself. I am always more than happy to assist a kind, bright boy such as yourself with any problem he may come across."

Pj felt himself blushing at the kind words and ducked his head bashfully. “I know that Mr. Bro… I-I mean Orson but I still wanted to get you something." He said as he watched his teacher unwrap his gift. “Especially after all those times we… you know. You more than just my teacher you're my friend too."

“Ah, then I have little choice than to accept do I not?" Orson teased as he opened the box he had been given. Inside sat a set of four shiny golden pens with letter “B's" inscribed on each of them. “Oh my, these… these are truly exquisite!" He exclaimed taking one out and holding it up to his face. “Where on earth did you come across these Peter!?"

Pj felt a surge of pride blossom in his chest at the way Orson was fawning over his gift. “One of my dad's customers gave them to him as payment for a car." He explained. “Dad said he was going to throw them away but after I saw those letter B's I begged him to give them to me instead. Thought they'd be the perfect gift for you."

“Oh, trust me, they are my dear boy. They are!" Mr. Brown said with a small chuckle. “I promise you that I shall take very good care of these beautiful devices. Actually I believe I shall use them this very moment!"

Moving quickly the excited teacher pulled open on of the drawers in his desk and removed an expensive looking pad of stationary from it. “Yes, a wonderful gift like this deserves and equally wonderful thank you note in return!" Orson exclaimed. “Something to show how much I appreciate them!"

“You really don't have to do that Orson." Pj said trying to stop the brown furred man. “I mean I'll be happy with just a simple--"

“Oh, I assure you it is no problem Peter I am happy to do this." Mr. Brown hummed as he began to intensely write. “Just give me a few moments. I will try to be as quick as my calligraphy skill allow."

Letting out a sigh at realizing that there was no way to stop the bespectacled man Pj chuckled lightly and leaned against the desk waiting for Orson to finish. For the life of him Pj didn't understand why the bear couldn't just say thank you, maybe give him a hug in the process. It would have been more than enough. And it wasn't like it was improper. No, not after all the times they had done “things" in that very room. Then again… making a grand socially acceptable gesture was more akin to the older man's personality. And when he thought about it, Pj really wouldn't change the way he was.

(I really am going to miss Mr. Brown once I'm out of high school Mr. Dairy. Like I told you the first time I wrote about him he's always been my favorite teacher. He's just so smart, and kind, and… if I'm going to be completely honest here, he's the best looking teacher in the entire school. No wonder I had that massive crush on him back before I even figured out he was gay like me. Of course, back then I also didn't know any of the other things we had in common or how me and him would become friends over them. Things like out love for comic books. It's sorta funny that a man who reads Shakespeare and Hemmingway on a regular basis also likes flipping through the pages of the monthly issue of “WonderSkunk Adventures".

However, as you know Mr. Diary comic books aren't the only reason why me and Mr. Brown became closer. No, most of the credit has to go to my dad of all people. If it hadn't been for him walking into Orson's classroom that day and forcing him into a compromising situation I really don't think me and him would have ever been more than student and teacher. I also don't think I would have ever tried topping a person if I hadn't been made to top Mr. Brown that afternoon either. I'm glad I did though and after that day Orson regularly allowed me to do the same again and again. Almost like he was teaching me in a way. I just wonder if I'll be able to put those lessons to practice on anyone except for him and Moose.)

Snapped out of his thoughts as Mr. Brown finished the note he had been writing with one last grand flourish of his clawed hand Pj stood back up straight and watched as the portly man neatly folded his letter in sections and got up from his seat, handing the item over with a small bow of his furry head.

“…And here you are Peter." Orson said with a calming smile. “My deepest and most sincere thanks in the written form. Please keep it as a memento of all the time we spent together in this room."

Taking the thank you note with a slight redness creeping in his cheeks Pj copied the bear's grandiose gesture and bowed back. “T-Thank you Orson." He said shyly. “I'll make sure to put this away in my diary as soon as I get home."

Giving Pj a fond look Orson went to open his mouth to suggest that they lock the door and continue their “talk" in a more intimate manner. He could always postpone his next class after all. It wasn't like he had that much to teach on the last full day of school. However just as Orson was about to voice his idea for an impromptu afternoon tryst the mood was unexpectedly ruined by the sound of someone knocking loudly on his closed classroom door. The sound only getting louder and louder until a voice rang out from behind the wood and glass panel.

“Oi! You in here Orssy?" An Australian accented voice called out as the door opened a crack “If you aren't then as your best mate I reserve the right to go through your drawers. Heh, not that you ain't used to me jamming my hands in there."

Knowing the very instant who was teasing him Mr. Brown narrowed his eyes in annoyance. “Yes, Roger I am here." He grumbled loud enough for the interloper to hear. “Though I truly wish I was not. How could you make such an inappropriate joke in this environment of higher learning."

Opening the door completely when he heard the irritated voice of his fellow teacher, a cocky looking Roger Macalla, head coach of the Spoonerville high strikers and part time gym coach strutted his way into the small classroom, a large smirk appearing under his large black nose and a raised eyebrow directed right in his unwilling best friend's direction.

“No need to get all fussy on me Orssy." The football coach said walking over to the other bear. “Not like anyone's gonna know wot the blazes I'm on about when I say stuff like that."

Orson huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I still do not like the way you worded it." He insisted. “This is a school, not the back alley of a burlesque house!"

“Burlesque show?" Roger said with a laugh. “Really Orssy? Burlesque show is the best thing you can come up with."

“Just what would you have liked me to have said?" Orson asked haughtily. “Unlike you I don't know the names of various houses of ill repute. Nor do I make crude jokes."

“You still on about that?" Roger tsked. When Orson continued to give him the cold shoulder the koala rolled his eyes. “Aw come'on! It's not like I went and said I was gonna yank down your knickers and give you an old fashioned wristy." Holding his hand out the coach mimicked the gesture of stroking oneself. “Not that I ain't gone and done that for you once or twice when I was drunk."

Watching the obscene bit of pseudo sign language Orson began to visibly fluster. Having enough of it he raced over to the shorter man and quickly grabbed him by the wrists before he could continue. “Will you stop doing things like that!" He said with a harsh whisper. “It's indecent and I will not have it in my classroom."

Completely unfazed by the man literally towering over him Roger's swung his free hand down and copped a quick feel, his fingers curling around Mr. Brown's bulge and causing the bigger bear to jump back with an unmanly yelp and an even redder face.

“See what happens when you try to scare me Orssy?" Roger said smugly while making a grabbing gesture with his palm. “Besides you know you'd let put me hands down you pants right here if I asked you."

“I most certainly would not!" Orson remarked as he idly adjusting his pants. “Or at least I would not do such a thing in front of one of my students. You see unlike you I have complete control over my libido."

“Students…?" Leaning to the right Roger noticed for the first time that the two of them weren't alone, brown eyes falling on a bashful looking Pj who had been watching the whole exchange in silence. “Oh, g'day D'caht." He greeted. “How they hanging?"

“ROGER!" Looking horrified Orson leaned down so that he could glare at the coach and block Pj from his sight. “That is no way to say hello to a student!"

“Awe, stop yer arseing about Orssy, kid's heard and done worse with the two of us, remember?" Roger laughed as he walked around the larger man and over to Pj. “Fact way I hear it, half of my players have done the naughty with him."

Reaching Pj the kola nudged him in the belly with his elbow and winked. “Ain't that right D'caht."

“Well… not the whole team." Pj admitted with an awkward scratch to the back of his neck. “Just Moose and his two friends." Suddenly looking down at the floor as if embarrassed Pj chuckled nervously. “I did have this really nice dream once though. Moose took me to the locker room after a game and the whole team sorta cornered me in the showers then took turns--"

Interrupting Pj before he could finish, Mr. Macalla let out a loud bark of laughter and gave the younger man one of his patented “friendly" slaps on the back. The force of which unintentionally sent the surprised young man stumbling forwards right into Mr. Brown's equally shocked arms.

“HA! You really are something D'caht! You know that?" Roger said continuing to laugh, oblivious to what chaos he had wrought. “Can you believe it Orssy? Kid's “toeier than a roman sandal"!"

Making a face at the strange combination of words used to describe him Pj looked up to Orson, hoping that his worldly teacher had an explanation. “Toeier than a…"

“What Roger is trying to say Pete is that you seem very eager to engage in sexual intercourse." Orson explained moodily. “Not that I understand his need to use such complicated and atrocious idioms like that."

“Hey did you just call me an idiot mate?" Mr. Macalla asked with an insulted snort. “Not my fault a tosser like don't know 'ow to speak proper like a fine upstanding bloke like meself."

Orson's brown fur bristled at that, the action making him look even more fluffier than usual. Imagine someone saying that he hadn't spoken properly!? And to say it in such a grammatically incorrect way! It was truly, truly outrageous in his book.

“That is it. I have had enough of you for today Roger Macalla." After quickly helping Pj to stand on his own two feet Orson marched his way over to his classroom's doorway and pointed towards it. “Kindly take your cantankerous self and vacate my presence this very instant! And if you so choose not to Mr. Macalla I shall resort to using physical force to get results."

“Physical resort? Wait a tic, are you saying your gonna try and toss my ass out with your own hands?" Amused by the very notion Roger went over to the larger man's desk and leaned against it, an eyebrow raised in challenge as he motioned to himself. “Oh, come one Orssy that'd never happen in a million year!"

Letting out a huff of air Orson turned to face his shorter coworker and placed his hands on his hips, eyes narrowing as he leveled the koala with an icy glare. “You truly do not think I am capable of doing such a thing do you!?"

“Well given your track record Orssy I'd sooner believe you'd throw one of your little hissy fits than get you manicured hands dirty." Roger said with a smug shrug. “Not that I look down on you because of that. The world needs pansies too after all. You know to do the paperwork."

Temper rising at the lighthearted jab at his refusal to act like a miscreant Orson decided that he needed to man up for once and slowly approached his annoying friend. “Well then… if I must prove myself then I shall teach you what a “pansy" is capable of." He huffed. “Get ready Roger for I am about to kick you out on your sorry miniscule backside and revel in the fact I did so with little trouble!"

Battle lines drawn Mr. Brown raised his hands intent to grab Mr. Macalla and toss him out his door as Roger in turn raised his fists in a jokingly way ready to fend him off. Thankfully though before the pair could truly start something that they'd both regret Pj was there between them, his hands held up to each man in an effort to stop things from escalating.

“Orson, Mr. Macalla, please don't do anything rash!" The chubby boy pleaded with the pair. “I'm sure Mr. Macalla didn't mean what he said."

“Yes I did!" Roger chimed in unhelpfully. When Pj gave the koala a stern look the football coach sighed and quickly amended his thoughtless statement. “Fine, fine, the kid's right Orssy I was just having a go. Didn't mean for it to rile you up like that."

There was a small smile from the gray furred bear. “Have'ta admit though" He began. “Don't think I've ever seen this side of you. I like it! Seems like your becoming real roughneck material, you are."

Usual calm demeanor returning at the halfhearted apology, Orson stood up straight and adjusted his glasses. “I should have figured a ruffian like you would only come to respect fisticuffs." He said snootily. “I just hope you the next time you decide to try my patience that you will take this encounter in mind."

Roger made a snerking sound at the overly proper tone being used. “Ok Orssy I will." He agreed. “Just make sure you lay off the making fun of me height. Imagine, you calling my bottom mini! Words like that tend to make me madder than a cut snake."

A wry smile appeared on Orson's face after Roger said that. One that Pj had never seen before on the history teacher. “So… you are saying that someone saying that makes you a “short" tempered?" He asked slyly. “That it causes you to become a “teensy-weensy" bit unhinged? That you… don't quite “measure up" to others with better anger management skills?"

There was a long pause as Roger appeared to try to process the fact that Orson had just made a series of bad puns at his expense. Something which was completely out of character for the grizzly. But, quickly recovering from his shock the aussie responded back to the quips about his height with the usual grace and calm nature he was known to use in all situations.

“Why you great lump!" Roger shouted through a laugh. “Just who do you think you are making fun of me height like that! I oughta punch you square in your big nose for that!"

“You try and I will pick you up and hold you upside down." Orson warned with an almost playful sounding growl. “Something which given your stature I believe I would not find difficult."

“There you go again! That's it I'm going to make you pay for that!" Striding forward until their stomachs touched Roger lifted his nose in smug challenge. “No more back alley handys when we go out for pints."

Matching Roger's pose with a snort Mr. Brown used his great belly to send the smaller bear stumbling backwards a few feet, a chuckle coming out of him as he received a death glare from the coach. “As if having your clammy hand on me is that great an experience!" Orson declared. “I believe I could do better with a mannequin. At least I wouldn't have to hear said statue whine about accidentally getting my discharge all over his face afterwards."

“Oh, you're saying that now Orssy but you weren't saying that last Saturday when I wrapped my fingers around you and…"

Deciding that he in no way wanted to be part of the ridiculous and childish fight going on before him Pj quietly and carefully backed away from the two older men and collected his backpack. Then before either bear noticed he quickly slipped out of the room and began walking down the hall. Pj may have liked the two older men but he knew when they argued like this--both trying to one up another in a battle of wills--it usually ended with a sexual encounter that was so frenzied and wild that it nearly rivaled the stuff his dad did on a slow day.

(Alright Mr. Diary I take back what I said about my dad and Bubba being the oddest friends I've ever seen. No, Mr. Macalla and Orson take that prize. I don't think I've ever seen a pair so mismatched. Where Orson's calm and reserved Mr. Macalla is ornery and loud. But through it all they've somehow gotten it to work for them. They go out for drinks and sometimes even to events that one or the other like. In my opinion they'd make the prefect couple if it wasn't for the fact that Mr. Macalla straight. But I guess they make good… “You know" buddies. Or at least that's what Orson has told me once or twice when he didn't realize what he was saying.

You know what Mr. Dairy now that you got me talking about Mr. Macalla I realize now that I didn't really know anything about him before that day I asked him to be the teams mascot. Heck, I didn't even know he was a koala back then. Only thing I had heard was that Mr. Macalla was the terror of the locker rooms. A man who regularly made players tremble in their jock-straps. I even heard that Mr. Macalla once chewed out Gerald Tuskie, this big elephant on the team with a serious temper, so badly that he reduced the big bad jock to tears.

As you can imagine when I finally did meet him that day I was utterly shocked to find out that the sinister coach everyone was afraid of was nothing but a short, slightly adorable koala bear. Not that he wasn't as strict as some of the legends foretold. But there's more to Mr. Macalla then that. When he likes you he can be friendly, funny, and even generous like when he let me be the school's mascot. I suppose it's those good qualities that are responsible for Mr. Brown becoming his best friend.)

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Spoonerville High 3:00...

The end of the school day had always been a happy time for Pj. Not only because it was a welcome sight after a hard day of school but also because the final bell signaled his upcoming ride home with Moose and the subsequent backseat shenanigans that would ensue once they were alone in the car. Yeah, looking forward to such a thing may have been a little smutty but by now Pj had learned to accept the things that happened to him. And really, who could say no when you had a very horny gorilla stuff his very large, very warm hand down your shorts.

Of course, to get to this little afternoon tryst Pj first had to navigate his way out of the school building. Something which proved to be more difficult than he had expected when after turning a corner he found his usual after school escape route completely blocked by the entirety of the Spoonerville high football team and a few of their more aggressive looking admirers.

Nervously looking over this collection of roughneck jocks and popular kids Pj felt his stomach begin to churn. Given his history with this certain clique he knew that any attempt to circumnavigate this gathering of people who regularly stuffed him in lockers and/or laughed at him would only end in humiliation.

“I think I'll just head out the back exit today." Pj murmured to himself as he ever so slowly backed away.

His escape was quickly thwarted however when Pj unexpectedly found himself colliding into and bouncing off what could only be described as a solid wall of muscle and shaggy brown hair, an experience which was oddly familiar to him as he stumbled over his own feet and helplessly hurtled to the floor with a shout. However, just like that even from before Pj was suddenly saved from a nasty fall when the front of his shirt was grabbed and he stopped midair with a rough jerk.

“Gotcha again." A slow and deeply amused voice rumbled from above. “You really gotta learn to watch yourself little man. Won't always be here to save ya, ya'know."

Pulled effortlessly back onto his feet Pj felt his cheek pinken as he gazed up into the shaggy half hair covered face of one of his former bullies, Billy Hedstrung, a chuckle and a wide grin appearing on the tall muscular buffalo's face as he stood there watching him in return.

Embarrassed that he had been saved again Pj pretended to be busy to dust himself off and smiled sheepishly up at the slightly older boy. “Y-Your right about that Billy." He sighed. “But, thanks for the saving me again all the same."

Billy gave a shrug in return and patted Pj on the head like a puppy. “No prob." He said in his usual slow, mellow sounding tone. “Was looking for you anyway."

“You were looking for me?" Pj asked completely flabbergasted. “Why on earth would you be doing that?"

“Was told to." Was Billy's simple answer as his placed his hands on Pj's shoulders and dizzily spun him around. “Also got told to bring you over to the team."

Hearing that Pj gave a very unmanly whimper. “Y-Y-Y-Y-You did?"

“Yup." Being as gentle as he could Billy started pushing Pj towards the hallway where the football team had been congregating. Each and every single inch they crossed only causing the slightly younger man to stutter more and more, color draining from his face as they rounded the corner and he saw the crowd of large intimidating men who had tormented him for most of his high school life.

Why was Billy making him confront these brutes!? Had the jocks found out that him and Moose were together and had decided to beat the snot out of him for turning their football idol into a queer like him? Well… if that was the case then Pj came to the conclusion that he's accept the blame. After all, Moose had made his life so much better. The ape deserved to end his high school “career" just as he had started it. As Moose the brick wall Clancy, terroizer of nerds, defiler of cheerleaders, and general big man on campus. It was the least he could do for his simian boyfriend.

It was this brave yet foolish thought that was on the forefront of Pj's mind as Billy loudly announced their arrival to his fellow jocks, the bison inhaling deeply before he goofily shouted, “Found'um!"

All conversation in the hallway coming to a halt when Billy yelled all of the jocks and their admirers turned to stare at the pair as they approach. Their glares and looks of confusion making the courage Pj had built up for himself to instantly shrivel up and blow away under the intense scrutiny of at least a half a ton of burly football. A feeling of dread which only grew worse when one of the biggest of the group, Gerald Tuskie stepped forward and sneered down over his trunk at him with disapproval.

“Why the hell did you bring D'caht here Hedstrung?" The elephant asked with a huff.

Apparently not noticing the animosity in the air as the other jocks began to descend on them, Billy chuckled at the question and once more simply said. “Was told to."

Gerald narrowed his eyes, his frown deepening as he continued to glare daggers. “By who?"

Giving a grin back Billy responded back with a quick. “Moose."

There were a few moments of silence after Billy's revelation, Pj blinking in surprise at learning Moose was somewhere nearby and the crowd all looking to one another in thought. Then suddenly, with a laugh Gerald turned to the crowd and thumbed over his shoulder. “Oh, I get it now!" He said loudly. “Clancy must have sent out for a nerd so he can show us how good he is at pounding them one last time!"

With that thought flung out into the air the confusion among the crowd instantly dissipated, cheers and laughter ringing out in its place as everyone got on board with watching one final display of bullyism. “Ha! Now that sounds like fun!" One voice from the group announced.

“Yeah, one last dork bashing before we all graduate." Another shouted. “Makes sense that the brick wall wanted D'caht too. After all that shit the little bitch's dad made him do for that car."

Joining in, a third then spoke up with a snicker. “Quick someone go and get Clancy before a teacher comes or something."

“I'll go get him!" One last jock said. “I think he said he had to take a phone call outside."

Unable to escape Pj watched as a portly looking bulldog sprang from the gathering and raced off towards the double doors off to get Moose, the rest of the mob growing more excited as they riled themselves into a frenzy, chuckling darkly and murmuring amongst themselves as they stood there waiting for the show to begin.

So this was what he had been called for! Moose must have asked Billy to go and find him so they could act out another round of the little fib they had told the school to explain the reason for Moose driving him to and from school. If that was the case, then Pj couldn't be more relieved. A fake bullying from his boyfriend was leagues better than a very real one from the football team around him.

All in all, it was an elegant little piece of acting in Pj's opinion. An act that was only made sweeter by the fact that he was the only one among them that knew that the real Moose was nothing like his bullying public persona. Nope, to Pj Moose would always be the sweet, caring, more than willing to bottom for him man who he had come to love.

Speaking of the devil. Ears giving a twitch Pj listened as the double doors at the end of the hallway opened and closed, the sounds of heavy footsteps following quickly afterwards. Knowing he had to start his part in the charade as the echoing steps grew louder, Pj quickly put on his best “frightened beyond all belief and reason" face and comically began to cower as the crowd parted to reveal a smirking Moose standing at the far end of the corridor.

“So you finally found fatty for me, huh!?" Moose said as he slowly continued walking forwards his eyes locking with Billy's for a moment. “What the hell took you so long? You two get lost or something?

Behind Pj, Billy put a hand on the shorter man's shoulder. “Nope." The horned man drawled. “Had trouble 'cause he was hiding."

After making sure to give Billy a quick dirty look for his continued insistence that he had been hiding from everyone Pj huffed and peered across the hallway to Moose, their deception almost ruined when he almost giggled. Apparently Moose had come to the school building straight from his new job at the car lot. The gorilla neatly dressed in the business suit that he hated with a passions and the fur on the top of his head slicked back in an effort to look more professional.

It was as he compared how the ape looked next to his old teammates and friend that almost caused Pj to reveal their secret though. Done up like he was Moose truly stuck out like a sore thumb among his former peers now. The outfit and even his demeanor showing every one of this twenty-three years. And his maturity became even more prevalent when the rowdy crowd around him began to chant, “Go Moose, Go Moose!", the immature mantra whipping them into a wild frenzy of bloodlust that only increased in volume as their hero strode forwards toward him and Billy.

'Here it comes.' Pj said to himself as Moose approached.

Screwing his eyes shut the husky feline readied himself for the next step in their shared lie. Now all Moose had to do was come up to him, hurl a few insults along with a pretend punch in the gut, and then it'd be over save for the cheers of the other jocks and Pj's task to get out of there as quickly as possible. However, instead of doing what he was supposed to do the next thing that Moose did was something that Pj never thought he would do in a million years.

Stopping in front of him the ex-athlete chuckled and hooked his finger under Pj's chin, the digit then tilting the younger man's head upwards, Pj opening his eyes at the same time to give him a look of confusion. Then… to the surprise of everyone in the hallway Moose the “brick wall" Clancy, terroizer of nerds, defiler of countless cheerleaders, and general big man on campus leaned forward and kissed Pj hard, gasps of shock and cries of disgust ringing out as he deepened the lip lock and spun himself and Pj to the side so that everyone had a clear, unobstructed view of what was happening.

It was only after a good solid minute of obscene slurping that Moose drew back again, a grin appearing on his features as he stared down at the flabbergasted expression on Pj's rounded face. Stepping back now that he had finished Moose slowly wiped his mouth off with the back of his hands and sighed loudly.

“Damn I needed that." The gorilla said tiredly. “You think your dad's a hard ass at home? Well you should try working for him Fatty. Big guy rode my ass the entire morning. And before you ask I don't mean like I rode you last night."

Still completely confused and dazed from the kiss he had received Pj only managed to get out a dumb sounding, “Uhhhh….", before Moose grabbed his hand and started to lead the two of them along with a chuckling Billy through the shell-shocked crowd and towards the exit.

“Never mind about work for now babe." The ex-football jock said as they passed by his old teammates. “All I want to think about is getting home and getting out of these clothes. Oh, and before I forget, Mr. D said he ordered dinner from that deli you always go to so you don't have to bother making food tonight."

With the mention of food, Pj finally managed to pull at least two thoughts together and looked up at Moose in worry. “W-Well… that's g-good." He distractedly said. Looking over his shoulder Pj let his vision roam over the other jocks, the stares of disbelief and anger making him more and more nervous as they stepped out of the building and into the fresh air of the front steps.

It was only then, after he was sure they were in relatively safety that Pj pulled his hand free and stepped in front of his boyfriend to voice his concerns. “Moose! W-W-Why did you do that?!" He yelped more then said.

Raising a single eyebrow Moose cracked a wry smile. “Do what?" He asked. “Oh wait… are you talking about that amazing kiss I just planted on you Fatty?" When Pj mimicked his expression Moose snickered in return. “Oh, come on Peeje I always kiss you!"

Annoyed at the casualness of his lover's statement Pj put his hands on his hips and glared at him, annoyed. “What I meant was: why did you kiss me in front of everyone like that!" He explained huffily. “You've never kissed me in front of others before."

“You two kiss in front of me and Tony lots." Billy was quick to point out from next to the couple.

When his comment earned him an amused look from Moose and an embarrassed one from Pj the buffalo grinned. “Oh, oh, oh and then there was the time you did it front of Mr. Brown and coach." He added. “Oh, and what about the time you did it in front of Mr. Tarn, Mr. Wren, your dad and the gator guy, that grumpy guy who lives next to you, those two guys we met during--"

“--Ok, ok I take that back." Pj gently interrupted. “What I was trying to say was… well… what about your reputation Moose? Now that team's seen us… t-they're not going to treat you the same anymore. They're going to hate you or worse."

Moose's mood seemed to sober up a little at that the ape giving a halfhearted sigh as he placed both his hands on Pj's shoulders and leaned down so that they were eye level. “Look Peeje I really don't give a crap anymore." He said quietly. “After all the stuff you and Mr. D have done for me I think it's time I came out. Especially since you and me are living together now."

Cheeks tinting a bit at that last part Pj stared down at his feet growing suddenly bashful. “R-Really?" He asked.

“Yeah really." Moose smirked. “I do love you after all fatty."

“Fucks sake Clancy your making me sick." An arrogant sounding voice interrupted from the threesome's right. The mood broken Pj, Moose, and Billy looked over and watched as Tony Tarn, son of Howard Tarn and all around jackass appeared from behind one of the trees in front of the school, the bull's ever present glower on his face.

“I was wondering where you were." Moose said standing up and waved his best friend over. “You sort of ran off when I told you what I was going to do."

Reacting to the insult with the middle finger Tony strutted his way over to his friends and gave Moose a light punch in the arm. “Hey, just because you want to go down in flames don't mean I have to join you." He defended. “How did they take it anyway? Did they all freak out like I said they would?"

“Nope." Stepping forward Billy smugly held out his palm and motioned for Tony to place something into it. “Means you have'ta pay up."

“Fuck really?" When Billy gave him a smug look Tony growled in return and begrudgingly produced a crisp twenty-dollar bill from his pocket which he handed over. “Thought for sure I'd make some money on that bet."

Having watched the exchange between the two taller boy Pj quickly shook away his shock and shot them a disapproving glare that was lukewarm at best. “You two made a bet on how everyone was going to react." He asked incredulously. “That wasn't very nice of you."

“Like I care what you think nerd." Tony snapped with a light flick to the younger boy's ear.

Rubbing the small bruise now on his forehead Pj pouted and went to turn to Moose wondering if the ape had known about the bet his friends had made at their expense. But, upon doing so he was annoyed to find the older boy had also retrieved some money from his pockets and was guiltily trying to avoid making eye contact with them.

“Moose!?" Pj huffed. “Really?!"

“What!? I was sure everyone was going to freak out on us." Moose said as he gave Billy his winnings. “Anyway it's not like you would have gotten hurt during any of that. I was there to protect you and Billy promised he'd help. Ain't that right buddy?"

Looking up after he finished counting his cash Billy gave a quick nod. “E'yup. No one messes with our little buddy when I'm around. Your one of use Pj." Stuffing his money into his pocket the bison motioned to Tony. “Tony said he'd help too."

After sharing a look of surprised between them, both shocked at what they just heard, Pj and Moose peered over to the bull with small smiles on their faces. Looks that in turned earned them a mean sounding snort. “Only reason why I'd join in on the fight is because of your Moose." He explained a little too quickly. “It's not like I give a crap about what happens to Pee-gay over there."

Giving an amused snort of his own Moose patted the bull on the back. “Sure you don't Tone." He said in a tone that was both sincere yet somehow patronizing. “…Thanks."

Picking up on the other man's attitude Tony shrugged off the hand on his back and started to stalk off towards the parking lot. “Come on Billy." He called over his shoulder. “I want to get out of here before Moose goes completely sappy on us."

“Heh-heh, yeah sappy." Billy snickered as he fell into step behind the older man. Before the buffalo left though he turned around once more and gave Moos and Pj a quick nod. “See ya later guys."

“Sure thing Billy." Moose shouted over to the retreating pair. “We still got to have ourselves one last boy's night out after all." Getting a wide grin and a thumbs up for his idea Moose let out a small sigh and placed an arm around Pj's shoulder. “I really am going to miss going to school with those guys." He told the shorter man.

Feeling a little melancholy himself Pj rested his head against Moose's shoulder. “At least you'll still see Tony once and a while." He reminded him. “Plus you still have the whole summer to hang out with them"

“Ha, you're right about that fatty." Moose said, his mood beginning to lighten. Motioning for Pj to follow him the gorilla headed over to where his car was parked and clicked the unlock button on his key. “Hey, speaking about summer, I saw something I really want to buy you for your birthday in august."

Growing curious and worried all at the same time Pj hummed thoughtfully. “Just what did you see?" He asked.

“Well let's just say it's something you wear around the pool." Moose smirked. “Something that I'd really like to see you in. Especially if it was from behind."

Pj's brow furrowed at that. “B-But we don't have a pool Moose." He said clearly confused. “And there's no other place to swim except the beach and that's six hours away from Spoonerville one way."

Reaching his car Moose opened the driver's side door and slipped inside Pj quickly following suit. “Who said anything about going swimming." He said giving Pj a playful yet obscene looking leer. “I just want to see what you look like in a three sizes too small speedo."

“Moose…" Pj groaned, his face finding its way into his palm. “I swear; you can be such a pervert sometimes. Worse that dad!"

“I know Peeje. But that's why you love me so much isn't it." Moose chuckled as he started up the car. “Well that and the fact as soon as I find a place I'm going to pull over, bend you over the side of the car, and eat out that chubby ass of yours for fifteen minutes straight."

(This last year of high school really has been a surprise for me Mr. Diary. To think the chubby nerd who everyone picked on ended up making friends with not only the star quarterback of the football team but also got said jock to fall in love with him. I know, I know, I've written about Moose a lot already but I still can't get over how things turned out between us. I don't think I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams that the man who regularly stuffed me into lockers and dunked my head in toilets would actually become my lover. Especially giving how him and his friends bullied me for the first three years of high school

Oh and speaking about Billy and Tony… just like Moose I'm going to miss them a whole lot once they are gone. Billy most of all. Despite my initial inability in understanding him the two of us have really grown close in the few weeks since we had that whole “tutoring" incident. We talk together a lot now and he's even hung out with me and Moose on the rare occasion. It was during one of these outings that Billy told us about his problems concerning colleges and what he planned to do about it. It seems nearly every high profile school in the country along with a few overseas are clamoring for a chance to have him come to their campuses. None of that matters though because Billy's already decided to go to a party school in Florgia, the sunshine state. Said he had plenty of time to get his masters, PhD, and other degrees later if you can believe that. But then again that's Billy for you. And after giving that amazing and insightful class valedictorian speech at graduation--much to the shock of every student at school--I sorta think he can easily make up for goofing off for a few years.

Now as for Tony. I'm sorry to say he hasn't been as lucky as Billy when it comes to choices of colleges. Even though he's not the worse student in the world the only place that would take him is this small town college upstate. It's a nice school from what I hear but the way he talks about it going there is worse thing on earth. But at least with him only being a few hours away he can come back to visit sometimes. Something which his dad was especially happy to hear about for obvious reasons. Weird thing is that I'm sorta glad that he's not moving too far away too. I know, you must think I've gone nuts or something, but it's the truth. Yeah Tony's been nothing but mean to me but he is Moose's best friend. Plus, maybe if he's around more Tony will start to warm up to me. Not that I'm going to hold my breath if it doesn't happen Mr. diary.)

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Spoonerville Streets 3:40...

Shifting his car into park Moose gave a tired sounding yawn and leaned back in his seat, a lazy smile on his face as he turned to his boyfriend in the seat next to him. “Well here we are fatty. Hope you don't mind going in alone this time but after a day with your dad and fucking you behind that billboard I'm pooped."

“Oh, you don't want to come in and see Mr. Fraido?" Pj asked with a sly grin. “You know he still asks for you every time I come into the store."

Giving Pj a baleful glare for his teasing Moose leaned forward and peered past the smart alack to the front of Fraido's deli. Seeing a row of sausages hanging from hooks in the window he had a horrible flashback to a huge meat cleaver cutting one of them in half with a meaty thwack. That and the sinister and foreboding smile of the person working the sharp instrument.

“I'm staying here in the car Peeje." Moose assured with a wince. “I like my meat in one piece thank you very much."

“Well ok then." Pj shrugged. “I'll be sure to tell him you said hello though."

Moose snorted and got comfortable. “Yeah, you go ahead and do that Fatty." He said turning on the radio. “Knock yourself out."

Hiding the fact that he was about to burst out into laughter Pj quickly covered his mouth with one hand and got out of the car with a grunt. It always amused him how scared Moose was of Mr. Fraido ever since he gave him that “You better treat my little buddy right" talk months ago. Moose had even gone as far as to duck into an alleyway once when they were out on a date because he thought the redheaded rhino heading towards them down the sidewalk was Mr. Fraido coming to talk to them.

Controlling his overwhelming desire to start snickering though, Pj calmed himself down and then padded his way over to the front of Fraido's deli, the front door giving its trademark chime as he pushed it open and the appetizing scents of spiced meats and cheeses filled his twitching nose.

No sooner than he had stepped into the lovely little shop Pj felt himself smiling as Benny Fraido, genuine nice guy and owner of the shop called out, his booming voice announcing, “Welcome to Fraido's deli! What can I gets for you?".

Appearing in the doorway leading to the deli's back room Benny peered across his store and smiled brightly when he saw that his latest customer was none other than his youngest and dearest friend. “Oh, it's you Peeje baby!" He said walking over across the small space and over to the plump boy. “Feels like it's been forever since I last laid eyes on you kiddo!"

“I was here helping you with customers last weekend Mr. Fraido." Pj reminded him with a chiding look. “I'm surprised you forgot after that thing we did in the back room."

Cocking his head to the side Benny laughed and leaned down to wink at Pj. “Awe I was just pulling your leg there Peeje." He informed smirkingly. “There's no way in hell I could ever forget that hummer you gave me. Heh, I think my legs are still a little weak from that that little number."

“Um… thanks." Feeling his cheeks go pink at the praise of his oral skills Pj quickly looked away and earned a chuckle and a pat on the back for his shyness from Benny before the older man clapped his hands together and got behind his counter, getting down to business.

“Alright then, now that we got saying hello outta the way how can I's help you taday?" The rhino said as he placed both his hands onto the countertop and leaned forward. “Or did you just come down here to say hello and have a little fun in the back room?"

Walking up to the counter Pj reached into his back pocket and pulled out a long piece of paper. “As tempting as spending the afternoon with you is I can't." He said with a frown. “Dad sent me here to pick up some food. He wants… six subs: two Italian, one all American hoagie, and one triple meat meatball sub. Oh and it says that he's also wanted three calzones, two large bag of chips, four two-liters of Kooky Cola, and a jar of those big pickles you have."

Eyebrows making a break for it to the top of his head Benny gave Pj a socked look. “Damn that's a hellava lot of food there Peeje." He said while giving his head a scratch. “You guys throwing another party at your house or something?"

“No, it's just the regular people." Pj answered with a wave of his hand. “Just me, my dad, Moose, and Bubba."

“Ah, if you don't count your daddy being there it sounds like a fine evening." Benny said. “Just give me a bit to get everything ready."

Squatting down for a moment Mr. Fraido quickly pulled out some sub rolls and packets of meat, cheese, and vegetables. Those in hand he then began to construct the sandwiches Pj had ordered while humming a song his mother used to sing. It was while he layered meat and cheese that Benny thought of something and looked over to his window, squinting his eyes as he did. Peering through the glass he could just make out a red sports car parked out front, it's driver only a shadowy silhouette as he sat there bobbing his head back and forth.

“That your boy out there in the car kiddo?" Benny suddenly asked with a nod toward the front of the store.

Looking up from a display of snack cakes Pj blinked at the older man for a few moments processing what he just asked him before he turned to the window himself. “Oh, yeah that's Moose." He answered. “He was going to come in but said he was tired."

“Sure he is." Benny said knowing full well the real reason. Finishing up the first hoagie he wrapped it in butcher's paper and plopped it into a bag. “Say… is he still peeing himself every time he sees me?"

“He doesn't go that far." Pj said snickering a little.

Giving a shake of his head Benny stopped for a moment and rested his elbow on the counter. “Don't know why the kid's so scared of me." He said. “All I did was give him some advice."

“While chopping meat right in front of him with a cleaver." Pj finished. “You know I never did find out why you did that anyway. You know Moose is a good person."

“Yeah I know that now but I didn't know that back then." Benny said. “As for why I did it: had to make sure that little punk was good enough for you kiddo. If a fella turns tail and dumps someone after an innocent little talk like that then they ain't worth no one's time."

Humm… Pj had never thought of it that way. It was sort of sweet of Mr. Fraido if he had scared Moose for his sake. “Well… if you were just looking out for me then alright. I think I can forgive the way you acted." Pj reasoned after a moment. “But promise me you won't go doing that again."

“Don't worry I won't." Mr. Fraido said unconvincingly. “Just as long as your boyfriend stops being a pussy and comes talk to me like a real man." A devilish look suddenly appearing on his face Benny stepped out from behind his counter again and made his way towards his front door, grim determination in each step as he approached the metal and glass barrier and pushed it open. “In fact… hows about we have ourselves a little sit down right here while I finish up your order."

Knowing what was about to come Pj quickly covered his ears and closed his eyes, his fast thinking saving him the trouble of having to listen as Mr. Fraido let loose a mighty holler that caused car alarms to go off around the block and a car horn to honk as Moose undoubtedly flailed around in the cab of his car in shock.

“I really hope Moose didn't have a heart attack." Pj worried once the shouting was over.

(Mr. Fraido certainly is a character isn't he Mr. diary. Everything from that Brooklyn accent to his friendly pushiness just screams charming. It's his personality that's responsible for me and him becoming friends on that very first day I stepped into his deli and ordered a sandwich. You know before all this stuff I told you about happened with my dad, back when it was really just me against the world, visiting the deli and talking with Benny really was the only high point of my week. He was the only person who actually treated me nicely back then, always a kind word, always encouraging me, telling me I was special, you know stuff like that.

Now that I really think back on it I just realized that he's also sorta the reason why me and my dad had sex in the first place. If it hadn't been for his kindness of letting me have those subs for free and giving me that money from his cash register, I would have never gone to Lou's and bought that dirty movie and sex toy. And as you know if that hadn't happened then all the experiences I've had over the last year would have never happened either.

Guess I really do owe Mr. Fraido a lot don't I. Well at least I'm on my way to repaying him a little. I've helped him in the store lots of time and then there's that other stuff we do. Stuff that I'm more than happy to keep doing over the summer and for the foreseeable future. It still makes me happy knowing that I was the one who “cured" the impotence that he was going through ever since he had left his wife. I just hope I can make him proud considering that thing he said he was going to do for me earlier this month. What's that you ask Mr. Diary? Well… let's wait a little bit before I tell you all about that, ok?")

Opening his eyes a few moments after Mr. Fraido's shouting, Pj watched with a little bit worried as a very demure looking Moose appeared in the doorway at the front of the deli and gave the two of them a quick wave. “Um… you wanted to something sir?" He said looking nervously at Benny. “T-That is unless I head you wrong and you were calling someone else. I mean I was listening to my favorite radio channel really loud so maybe--"

“—Naw, you heard right son." Mr. Fraido interrupted. Stepping to the side the gray skinned man motioned for Moose to enter. “Now shut up and come'mer for a sec will ya? I feel like you and me need ta talk for a bit… um… your name was Moose wasn't it?"

After giving Pj a terrified look Moose cautiously brushed past Mr. Fraido and shuffled across the shop to his diminutive boyfriend. Reaching his lover, the six-foot three tall ex-football player quickly stepped behind him almost using Pj as a human shield as he responded to Benny's query.

“Yeah, my name's Moose sir." Moose muttered timidly. “Well… actually Moose is just my nickname. My real name is Yancy Clancy sir but I don't like it that much." Realizing that he was rambling Moose groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why the hell did I just say all that!" He bemoaned.

Still standing next to the door with his arms folded over his chest Mr. Fraido raised an eyebrow at the humorous way his new guest was shaking in his shoes. Made him feel good that he could put the fear of god into a youngster like this Moose fella. But, taking pity upon the embarrassed boy Benny chuckled warmly and walked over to pat him on the shoulder as he passed by on his way back to his counter.

“Nothing wrong with the name Yancy kid." The rhino said. “Grew up on a street by that name myself." Getting back to work the older man looked Moose up and down and tilted his head to the side questioningly. “What's with the monkey suit?" He questioned. “Last time I saw you, you looked all sloppy. Like a kid. You go and get yourself a job or something?"

Disarmed but the casual and friendly tone that was being used on him Moose cautiously stepped out from his hiding space to speak. “Actually yeah. I did get a job." He said carefully. “I'm working for Pj's dad down at his used car lot. Calls me a salesman in training if you can believe that."

“Geeze bet that's hell." Benny winced as he finished the second Italian sub and moved onto the meatball ones. “I know from personal experience that Peeje's old man can be a real bastard when he wants to be and an even bigger one when he doesn't. I mean I'm just working for him part time over at the dump he lets me live in and I feel like decking him every time he speaks. Can't imagine spending the whole day with him."

Smirking at the other man's words Moose walked up to the counter and leaned on it. “Trust me, handling Mr. D for that long isn't easy." He said. “Worse part is when he gets grumpy. When that happens I either get yelled at or bent over one of the cars and fucked senseless. I still can't sit down right after last Friday's tantrum."

A frown appearing on his face Mr. Fraido pointed his finger in Moose's direction, the large sauce covered meatball he was going to place on his latest sandwich still clutched in his palm. “Hey, if that jerk gives you too much trouble just come and get me kid." He told the younger man sternly. “I'll set him straight for you. Can't have my boy's boy unable to do his “animal boyfriend-dry". You got to look after my kiddo over there first and foremost."

Looking over to Pj, Moose reached out and pulled the hefty boy into a sideways hug before he turned back to Benny who was watching them. “Don't worry about that sir." He said. “If there's one thing I'll never be too tired for its having sex with Pj."

“Hey yous and me both pal." Benny laughed. “Ya'know, talking about all this gives me an idea. Peeje, hows about you bring this big palooka with you next weekend when you come over for your shift? I'm sure we could find somewhere to fit him in around here. Of course it might be a little tight since I'll probably be in there too."

Picking up on what Benny was truly asking Pj blushed up to his ears and did his best to not sound too eager to accept that tantalizing offer. Having sex with both his longtime friend and his boyfriend in the back of the deli--all those delicious scents around him as they took turns--sounded like a dream come true to him.

“You know maybe I will bring him around." Pj eventually said as he hesitantly peered up to Moose. “That is if you want to come Moose."

“Sounds like a fun time to me." Moose agreed.

Pj snorted, from the way Moose was grinning the ape was probably planning all the different things he was going to do to him already. “Good then everything's decided." Pj said. “But I insist that we get some work done that day too. It can't be all fun and games Benny."

“Don't worry about that Kiddo, I'm from New York City!" Benny said proudly. “If it's one thing we know is how to do there it's multitask."

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D'caht residence 5.00...

Car shifting into park as they sat in their driveway a very excited looking Moose turned in his seat to Pj about to suggest that they put hold on dinner for a bit and head upstairs for a quickie before the other members of the household came home. After all that talk with Pj's rhino friend he had more or less worked himself up into a sexual frenzy one again. However, before the amorous primate even got out one word the mood came crashing down in flames when the cell phone in his back pocket began to go off. The annoying buzz it made quickly followed by a groan from its owner as he reached for it and took it out.

“Never seems to fail." Moose griped. “This thing is a fucking cockblocker."

Flipping open his phone Moose huffed when he saw several text messages appear on the screen. His mood only going further south as he read each of them and realized that his plans were about to be put on hold instead of only their upcoming meal.

“Looks like I'm heading back to the lot Peeje." Moose informed his passenger grimly. “Your dad needs me to help him with something. Says it's an emergency.

Being just as worked up as Moose had been from their encounter with Mr. Fraido, Pj sighed in disappointment and leaned back into his seat. “Well if my dad says he needs you then I guess you have no choice." He frowned. “Although knowing him this “emergency" is probably just some poor customer he's trying to trick into buying one of his cars."

“Yeah, knowing Mr. D that's probably it." Twisting around so he could retrieve something from the back seat Moose quickly grabbed the bags they had gotten from the deli and handed them over to Pj “Still doesn't mean I feel like going all the way down town again this late in the afternoon."

“Look at it this way the sooner you leave the sooner you'll be back." Pj provided. “And the sooner your home the sooner we can… you know."

“Oh I know Fatty, I know." Lifting himself out of his seat Moose leaned across the cab of the car and gave Pj a quick peck on the lips, his intent on it being a sweet goodbye before he had to leave.

Pj however, seemed to have another idea in mind. Gloved hand shooting upwards the usually timid boy pulled Moose forward prolonging their contact, all conversation within the shiny red vehicle quickly devolving into a series of appreciative hums and slurps as the two shamelessly made out in the driveway. It was only after he was sure he had enough to last him a while that Pj broke the kiss and flopped back into his seat, completely out of breath but smiling like a loon. Looking over and seeing Moose's shocked expression however he quickly sobered up and ducked his head, embarrassed by his over eager actions.

“Um… sorry I pulled on your tie like that." The chubby boy apologized “I just… well I sort of lost control there."

Rolling his eyes at the sudden change from needy little slut to innocently cute nerd Moose snickered and gave the younger man a gentle shove. “You won't hear me complaining about you being aggressive one bit Fatty." Wagging his eyebrows, the gorilla leered. “You do realize though that after I get home I'm going to fuck your ass harder than ever now, right?"

“I-I'll be looking forward to it then." Pj replied as he opened the passenger's side door and got out of the car. “Just make sure you don't drive too fast again. Dad's friend can't keep fixing tickets for us."

Starting up the car again Moose snorted. “Alright babe, I'll drive like a little old granny if it makes you happy." He said half mockingly. “You just promise me that you'll be butt naked and ready to go when I see you next."

Pj giggled in response, their conversation reminding him of the one they had that morning. “Ok, it's a deal."

With that said and the promise of sex later that night Pj took a step back as Moose backed out of the drive way and headed down the street, a honk of his car and his exhaust filtering out into the late afternoon air as Pj waved him off.

Busy with watching his lover speed off down the road Pj failed to notice that the bright red sports car wasn't the only thing being watched that afternoon in the suburbs of Spoonerville. High above the blissfully unaware boy a lone security camera focused in on him from behind, the signal traveling through a series of long wires until it appeared on the large screen of a TV that was located in a darkened room. Sitting in a chair in front of this TV a shadowed figure watched what was displayed in front of him with a sinister grin, a plan continuing to formulate in his mind as he silently observed.

Still completely obvious to the pair of devious eyes on him Pj gave one last forlorn look down the street then spun around towards his house, heading towards the front door. With Moose, his dad, and most likely Bubba too down at Pete's used car lot that meant he would have to entertain himself for the rest of the evening. A task which given his usual companionship was something he hadn't had to do in ages.

“Guess I could just watch TV or something till they get back." Pj mumbled as he unlocked the front door and stepped inside. “That or maybe play some video games. I haven't played my GameX station 3½. In months."

Shrugging his backpack once he was in the foyer of his house, Pj stretched, relieved that he was free from the heavy thing and made his way towards the kitchen. It was as he did this that he noticed a bright pink box sitting in the middle of the living room. One that had the words “Lou's sex emporium" written on its side in big bubble letters, the letters “P" and “O" shaped like certain parts of a person's anatomy.

“Oh man…" Pj said with a long drawn out groan as he stopped dead in his tracks. “Please don't tell me dad ordered another one of those monster dildos! I took me and Moose three days and six tubes of ointment to recover from the last shipment."

His curiosity getting the better of him Pj carefully placed the bags of food on his dad's sluggish boy recliner and peeled back one of the cardboard flaps of the potentially dangerous box to peek inside. Looking into it he found exactly what he expected to, the container filled to the brim with all sorts of odd “six nine-volt battery" devices that looked more at home on a spaceship from the future then his living room.

However, among all these obscene objects one thing did catch his curious eye. Sitting on the top of a stack of DVD's was a title that he hadn't seen for months. A dirty film that had jumpstarted all the changed in his life and made things a hundred time better and a thousand times more complicated.

Picking up this familiar movie Pj let his eyes scan over the cover, taking in the image of an older man with his arms wrapped around his much younger co-star with a hint of nostalgia. “Down Right Nasty Daddies four and a half." He recited out loud. “Now, why on earth would dad buy this again?"

Thinking to the last time he had seen his own copy Pj realized that he had never found out what had happened to it after his dad had walked in on him and discovered his gay secret that day. Actually… the only thing he did remember after the event was waking up the next day worried out of his mind that his dad was going to tie him up and ship him to Siberia or something. A notion that Pete had smashed to bits moments later when he forced Pj to go down stairs and cook breakfast for him completely naked.

“Maybe dad just forgot he stole mine." Pj mused after a few moments of thought “Giving that whole wall of dirty movies he keeps downstairs I wouldn't be surprised if he had. Heck I bet he wouldn't even know if one of them went missing."

Saying that Pj suddenly got a horrible idea in his head. Since his dad had stolen the copy of DRND four and a half he had bought with Mr. Fraido's money then why couldn't he just take the one in his hands right now. It wasn't like his dad would ever know with a copy down in the S&M dungeon downstairs. He would never find out.

'But can I really go through with it?' Pj said debating himself. 'I mean sure; it'd serve him right for stealing mine. And I am a little… worked up from that all that flirting with Benny and Moose.'

Shuffling from foot to foot as he stared down at the DVD in his hand Pj fretted and rationalized and agonized over what he should do for several minutes. It was only when his penis began to harden in his tighty-whities that he finally gave in. No matter what happened once it was over Pj knew that he wanted relief and he needed it now!

“I just hope I don't end up regretting this." Pj murmured.

Clutching his pilfered DVD to his chest the panicky young man quickly retrieved the food he had brought home and stuffed it into the fridge in the kitchen. Then with his breath growing short and sweat starting to run down the back of his neck Pj raced up the steps to the house's second story and ran for his room, the door slamming and locking with a click as soon as he was safely inside.

Now in the relative solitude of his and Moose's shared bedroom Pj finally let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and giggled in a nervous, bubbly way. 'Ok… now the first part is done." He thought happily to himself as he ripped off the plastic wrap from his new DVD. 'Now all I have to do is enjoy this thing.'

This had to be one of the naughtiest things he had done in a while. Which was saying something for a boy who was naked in public places as often as he was. He had actually stolen something from his dad. And what made it even better was the fact that Pete would never, ever find out he had done it. It was exhilarating! It was exciting! It was… making him feel a little queasy quite frankly.

But pushing this woozy feeling away Pj carried on and got down to the matter at hand. He had gone to the trouble to abscond with his dad's movie now he had to follow through and actually enjoy his prize. Double checking to make sure his door was properly locked, Pj took a deep breath and walked over to his TV and DVD player turning on the former and sticking “Down Right Naughty Daddies four and a half" in the latter.

As the player booted up and read the disk the nervous man got down onto all fours and reached under his bed. One couldn't completely enjoy the fine art masturbating with just a right hand alone. Or at least that's what Pj believed anyhow. Finding the item he had been searching for he quickly pulled it out and bit his bottom lip as he as he peered down at the very same black silicon dildo he had bought from Lou's months ago.

“Alright here we go!" Pj said excitedly as he flopped down onto his bottom and picked up the remote. “Let's see if I can make this as good as it was that first time!"

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A short time later…

Back downstairs on the ground floor of the D'caht household, the usually overlooked door that led to the basement suddenly opened with an ominous creek. The gap widening just enough for a single bloodshot eye to appear from behind. Darting back and forth a few times as if searching something, the odd sphere closed an a gleeful yet deep baritone chuckle rang out into the once quiet air.

The door opening the rest of the way, the owner of this eyeball and the evil chortle revealed himself to be none other than Pete D'caht senior, the large heavyset and middle aged man continuing to chortle as he lit the cigar hanging from his lips and strolled his way into his living room and up to the box he had purposely left out as bait for his incredibly slutty son.

“Thought da boy was gonna take forever in here." The elder feline muttered around the stogie between his lips. “Wonder wut da horny brat took."

Searching the box and comparing its contents to the order form he had taken from his back pocket Pete frowned when the only thing he found missing was a single DVD. He had hoped given Pj's curiosity that he would have least taken a few anal beads, a vibrator, or the ten speed “pulverizer" or something.

“Oh well, guess we'll jus have ta try out them things later." Pj said with a hum. “Besides toys ain't da only thing I can shove up his ass."

Eyes going over to his stairs for a moment the gruff man debated whether or not he should head up to his son's bedroom. In the end he decided to give the boy some more time. It would be a shame to go to all this trouble end up busting in on him when he still had his pants on. Besides… there were a few more loose threads he had to tie up before he could fully enact the scheme he had been cooking up.

Going over to his phone next Pete picked up the receiver and dialed the number for his garage down at the used car lot. After waiting as it rang a few times he smirked when a failure voice answered on the other end

“Howdy boss man." Bubba's voice came over the line, the gator already knowing who was calling him. “Did da petite go for your trap like you said he would?"

Pete chuckled darkly and kicked the box. “Yeah, little slut went straight for it da second he saw it sittin' there." He informed his mechanic. “Kid even went as far at steal sumthin' and run off to his room at spank da monkey like I told you he would."

“Heh, didn't think Pj had it in him quite frankly." Bubba chuckled. “So you still gonna go through with you plan? Are you gonna just chicken out and do the usual?"

Pulling the phone back so he could glare at it Pete did his best to reign in his temper. Oh, how it annoyed him when Bubba talked to him like that. And that smarmy green scaled bastard knew it too. Pete would have said something about it too if the southerner didn't always distract him by flashing that incredibly sexy smile his way every time he did it. The same one that always sent a surge of heat straight down to Pete's cock that made him forget about everything else. If Pete didn't know better he'd swear that he was actually starting to fall in…

Nipping that particular line of thinking in the bud before it continued Pete quickly and violently shook his head and gingerly placed the receiver of the phone back against his ear with a growl. “Listen here suitcase." He began with a threatening tone. “I ain't gonna chicken out. You just keep yer pea sized brain focused on yer part of da plan and keep banana breath busy while I do my thing here. Make'um do paperwork, rearrange yer tools, wash cars. I don't care what just make it long."

Pausing for a second before he responded to his old Sarge's order Bubba listened carefully and made out the sounds of a car pulling into the lot. “Don't worry Petey. I think I'm more than capable in da task of keeping our other boy busy down here." He assured as he walked over to one of the garage's window and spied on Moose as he bent over, looking at a car engine. “Yeah man… gonna keep curious George nice and busy."

Back in his living room Pete smirked, catching on to the double meaning of Bubba's words. “Jus go easy on'im snaggletooth." He chuckled. “Monkey boy can't sell cars for me ta-marry iffin he's nursing a busted up ass."

Bubba quirked an eyebrow at the request, his tongue darting out to greedily lick his lips. “No promises boss man, no promises."

After sharing an amused, dark laugh between the two of them Pete quickly muttered a goodbye to his old army buddy and hung up, a sinister look crossing his face as he padded his way over to his house's staircase and ascended upwards, his destination being his son's bedroom where he would “accidentally" walk in on him and embarrasses the hell out of the horny brat.

Reaching the top of the stairs Pete strained his hearing and caught soft moans and grunts filtering down the hallway. “Bet he's stroking' that stubby dick 'o' his so fast he's giving himself friction burns." Reaching Pj's bedroom door Pete got ready to open it and reached for the doorknob. It was doing this that he discovered that it had been locked, much to his annoyance. “Guess he don't want to be disturbed when he's touching himself." He mused.

Fortunately for Pete and unfortunately for Pj one puny lock wasn't going to be enough to stop his father when he truly wanted to do something. Taking out his trusty skeleton key--a personal present from his friend Henry O'Donnell, police chief--Pete softly began to hum the chorus to an annoying pop song he had heard over the radio and easily unlocked the offending obstacle in his path, slowly opening it just enough so he could peer inside once he was done.

Like he had expected there was his son, the boy currently on his knees at the far side of the room, completely naked save for a white T-shirt and a pair of sock as he busily bobbed up and down on a thick black dildo that was suction cupped to the floor between his legs.

Becoming entranced by this sight Pete carefully pushed the door he was hiding behind fully open and hungrily clenched his hands. It was strange… the first time he had come across something like this he had been disgusted to his very core. He had been a “straight" man back then after all. Yes, Pete could clearly still remember the awful churn his stomach gave when he had laid eyes on his son impaling himself again and again. Rage filling his vision at the fact that his one and only son was a full-fledged fairy.

But now… things were very different. Silently observing the sexual prevision before him all Pete could think of was how fucking hot it was watching that fat bouncy ass going up and down on that thick rubber shaft. The way it was being split apart! That obscene slick-slick sound!! That amused and worn hole engulfing, swallowing the large rounded head!! Fuck how Pete just wanted to say the hell with his plans and ram his own cock up that sweet thing then and there all night long! Dominate the boy. Make him whimper and whine and beg for more as his daddy tore up his ass like the stud he was.

But as much as those naturally unnatural instincts were roaring for him to do just that Pete shoved his raging libido down as far as he could. There would be time for that once he had done what he came here to do. Right now… yeah, right now he had to play out step number three of his little scheme. And that was scaring the hell out of his son for stealing from him and getting a few jollies out of it in the process.

Springing into action Pete started to unbutton his shirt and stealthily tiptoed his way over to the still unaware Pj, stopping behind him. Then… just as his son began to softly moan again the large man leaned down and whispered into the boy's ear. “Jus wut da fuck do you think yer doin wit my DVD brat?"

The response to the hushed question was almost immediately. Giving a very unmanly yelp of surprise Pj suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground on his side with a thud. The fake dick he had been using slipping out of his ass with a wet sounding pop and swinging back and forth, lube flying off the tip as Pj moaned in pain from the fall he had just experienced.

Starting to recover from his unexpected tumble Pj owlishly blinked up trying to figure out what had frightened him and startled again when he saw the angry face of his father looking down at him. “D-D-DAD!?" He stuttered loudly.

“Yeah boy, it's yer D-D-D-Dad." Pete said back, cruelly mocking his son's distress. “Now that we got that bit of business outta da way care ta explain wut you wuz doing watching my movie and using this…" Slowing mid-sentence Pete reached over his son and yanked the dildo that had been inside of him off of the floor, the strong suction cup that was holding it in place giving a loud pop as it disconnected from the flat surface. “…This here dildo on yer fat little fanny?" He finished.

Examining the sex toy with his expert eye Pete quickly deduced where it came from himself and gave it an unimpressed snort. At just over six inches it was a bit on the puny side in his opinion. Defiantly nothing compared to that replica he had molded after his private CPA, Robert Tuskie's arm length cock. Then again what else could compare to an elephant's schlong. Pete could still clearly see the look of terror Reginald Anderson had made when he learned he had to ram that sucker up his highfalutin mayoral ass after losing a bet. Pete had never known a lion could roar that loud.

Pushing thoughts of his friends and their sexual escapades aside however, Pete glared back down to his son and did his best to pretend to be upset with him. “Where da hell did you get this?' He asked gruffly. “You steal this too?"

Panic flashing across his face, Pj quickly shifted into a seated position and held his hands up in defense. “I didn't steal it!" He hastily explained. “It's the one I bought from Lou's all the way back in September. I've been hiding under my bed so I could use it when I needed to!"

“I know this ain't mine ya little idiot." Pete snapped at the nervous young man at his feet. An awkward pause following after his curt response Pete sighed and played with the sex toy in his hands for a few minutes. Then smirking he peered down at his son again with a contemplative look. “So… you say you use this whenever ya need ta, aye?" He asked. “Jus what exactly does that mean boy? You stick this up yer ass every night or is it jus special occasions.

“Um, only special occasions sir." Pj admitted while scratching. “Well… that's not entirely true. I only take it out when no one else is home and I'm… you know lonely."

Squatting down so they were eye level Pete grabbed Pj by the chin and squeezed till the younger cat's lips puckered. “So let me get this straight boy…" He began in a slow menacing tone. “…Yer so much of a horny little queer that when ya can't get yerself a proper reamin' from me or one of yer buddies you run up here and use this on yerself!?"

Face turning beet red as he listened to the lurid way his father was speaking to him Pj bashfully tried to turn away, too embarrassed to look the older man in the eyes. But quickly found himself unable to when Pete refused to allow him the pleasure, a sneer appearing on his face at the attempt to look away.

“Do that again boy and yer gonna be in a hell of a lot of trouble… understand?" Pete warned in a very stern and serious sounding tone that left no room for disobedience. “Only thing yer eyes are gonna be focused on fer da next few hours is me… understand me boy?"

Locking eyes with his dad Pj shivered a little. Whenever his dad said something like that it meant only one of two things. Either he was about to dole out some sort of demeaning chore or he was about to do something that left Pj just as demeaned but completely happy about how he got there. Judging from that evil glean in Pete's eyes though, Pj reasoned that he should expect that latter much to his growing excitement.

“W-What are you going to do to me dad?" Pj questioned, a small part of himself dreading the response. “Am I going to like or hate it?"

Instead of giving his son verbal response to his worried question Pete did something that took Pj by surprise. Reaching out he suddenly gave the younger man a quick flick on the forehead. The painful tap against his head sending the surprised teen falling backwards out of shock, onto his back on the floor, his body splayed out before his squatting father, ripe for the taking.

And take is exactly what Pete did. Growling deep in his throat the always horny forty-something year old lunged forward and used his tremendous girth to pin his prodigy to the ground, his face and Pj's centimeters apart as he huffed hot cigar smoke laced breath across the younger man's face, the scent arousing both of them even more.

Trapped beneath his dad and completely at his mercy Pj tried to free himself but almost instantly learned that he wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Least until his dad okayed it. “Um d-dad?" He said after a few futile attempts. “You're…. um, you're kinda squishing me a little here."

Pete laughed at his son's statement of the obvious. “Like you ain't a'bout ta cream in yer drawers havin' me on top of you, ya brat." He quipped rudely. “Now shut up that fuckin' mouth 'o' yers and let me do what I want."

Beginning his “assault" Pete slowly stuck out his tongue and maliciously traced the seam of his son's mouth, the slippery organ quickly withdrawing the very second Pj let out a whimper and parted his lips expecting a kiss. No, the boy would have to work for it if he wanted a kiss. Pete needed to get his fill.

Staring down at Pj, Pete slipped back into his angry father persona. “God damn yer a fuckin' slut." He huffed. “Layin' there, prac-tilly beggin' ta play tonsil hockey with yer own dad. Ain't ya got no shame."

“No…" Pj responded back. His answer surpassing both himself and Pete. “Why else would I let you and everyone do stuff like this to me. But you know what dad?"

Interested in the answer Pete scooted down and began to nibble on Pj's neck. “Wut?"

“I don't care anymore." Pj finished while he squirmed and panted. “The things you do to me… oh man they feel so good. I love it when you play with me like this."

“Oh, I do more than jus play wit you boy." Smirking at that declaration, Pete continued to lick and nip at the area between his son's head and shoulder, his hips starting to rock back and forth, grinding his clothed crotch against Pj's bare one, the dirty friction of scratchy fabric over sensitive aroused flesh making the chubby boy throw his head back with a hiss of pleasure.

“Oh man… dad…. That feels… oh man that feels…." Unable to finish his thought for a moment Pj whimpered as his whole body turned to jelly. “It feel so gosh darn good!"

“Yeah that's it…" Pete encouraged huskily. Slight disappointment running though him at the wholesome cursing he was subjected to. “Go on and tell daddy how much yer lovin' this. Tell'um how much of a mewling bitch his baby boy is."

Pj groaned, teeth sinking into Pete's shoulder as he tried to keep the moans threatening to coming out of him locked away. “But dad… it's embarrassing." He insisted, speaking against the bruised skin. “I can't say stuff like that out loud."

Coming to a sudden halt Pete lifted himself up enough so he could loom over his son. “Knock it off wit crap right now." He ordered. “You just had me walkin' in on ya squatin' over a dildo all nasty-like! There ain't anything more em-bare-ass-natin' than that."

Pete snorted face lowering till their noses touched. “An don't even get me started on da other shit I've seen and taped ya doin'!" He continued. “Do da words “Special Sundae" ring any bells?"

His blush only worsening at hearing his dad bring up his and Moose's secret game Pj groaned in humiliation. “Y-You know about that thing?" He asked. “The whole thing…"

“Damn right I do! Even munched on one of da nanners after you boys went ta bed." Pete confirmed. “Now… knock it off, open that fat mouth 'o' yers and tell yer dear old dad how much you like'im dry humpin' ya.! An you better do it right!"

Whimpering in the face of his dad's unbendable will Pj closed his eyes and wrapped his legs around the older man's waist, silently pleading for him to start up again. “I-I love it dad!" He whined. “It feels so good… b-b-but I need more! Please go faster."

“Fuck yer a greedy little tramp." Pete growled. “Here I am givin' you 'm best an you say it ain't enough!"

Moving once again, this time with greater space Pete gyrated his hips back and forth harder, his already painfully hard cock rubbing the inside of his pants as he gave his son what he needed. “Am I doin' it good enough for you now!?" He asked through a snarl. “Bet this makes usein' dat old dildo look like nuffin'. A big hard body rockin' against ya, driving you to da edge."

Another groan coming out of him at that bit of information Pj quickly buried his face in his dad's chest face smothered in his doughy chest. “It's way better dad!" Pj revealed. “Using that toy is nothing compared with being with you!"

“Fuck right it ain't!" Pete agreed. Snaking his hand under Pj's bothersome shirt he gave the boy's tit's a few good squeezes, his thumb flicking over the hardening nub that was his nipple several times. “Gotta admit it wuz fuckin' hot seein' ya use it though. That fat ass 'o' yers eatin' that dildo. That nasty squishing sound every time you bared down on it! Fuck thought I wuz gonna bust a nut right there!"

“Dad, don't talk like that!" Pj implored as curious fingers tickled his hole. “It's way to filthy!"

“Say's da boy wit my fingers up his ass." Pete growled lowly “Now back ta speakin' 'bout that little toy 'o' yers. Ya know, iffin I had known you wuz such a horny lil fucker I woulda gladly let ya try out one of my premium assblasters™. That way you coulda got yer hole reamed out proper-like."

“But those are too big. I don't think I could ever handle one of those things." Pj said as he tried to keep himself from cumming. “I'd get split in two with how thick they are!"

“Like hell they would! An ass like yours could handle my whole fist if I decided to jam it up there." Taking delight in the alarmed look that statement got him Pete moved his hand to Pj's unattended nipple and twisted hard. “Course iffin you did use one of my babies then I'd insist you tape da show fer me." He continued when Pj moaned. “That way I could use it ta get off while yer off gettin' that college edu-ma-cation."

His arousal dipping slightly when his father grumpily brought up college Pj gave him a questioning look. If he didn't know better, he might think his dad sounded a bit upset at the idea of him leaving. But just as soon as that thought crossed Pj's mind it was blindsided when Pete crashed their lips together in a heated kiss, thick dexterous tongue slipping past his surprised lips with no warning to deeply plunder his mouth with complete abandon.

Looking up in relief at his successful attempt to distract his son from what he just said Pete pushed his own feelings aside and held tightly as Pj started to shudder in his arms, rolling them both over on their sides so he could use his hands to explore and grope every inch of him and they continued their bout of tongue wrestling.

Eventually though the duo had to stop their amorous activity, there need for air much greater than any lust they might have felt. When they did break apart Pj giggled in a giddy manner and dipped his head a little, looking up to his father in slight surprise. “Geeze dad what brought that on?" He asked. “You usually don't kiss me like that."

Giving a grunt in response Pete pulled away to sit on his haunches. “I want ya naked." He declared. “Hurry up and strip."

A bit taken aback at the sudden odd change in behavior in his dad Pj gave a small shrug and began doing a she had been told. His shirt coming off in a matter of seconds before it was joined by his socks next. Finished with his task Pj watched in silence as his father, who had more clothing on, undressed in front of him. Hands going down to his belt to fiddle with the buckle before his pants dropped down to his ankles and he revealed that he had chosen to go commando that day, much to Pj's pleased surprise.

Vision following the bobbing organ once it was in the open air Pj felt his mouth water, the overflow so bad that he had to quickly wipe his chin with the back of his arm. Sure he had seen it many, many times before but laying eyes on it always gave him a thrill. It had been the first dick he had seen besides his own and the first one that had fucked him. The one that had stolen his virginity and showed him the pleasures of the flesh.

In Pj's eyes it was the most amazing thing in the world. So much so that before he even consciously realized he was doing it Pj had waddled over to the wonderful organ on his knees and dropped down onto all fours so he could easily swallow the hefty organ in one felled swoop, the taste of his father's slick precum dancing over his tongue as he worked it down his gullet and began to suck hard.

Having been in the middle of removing his watch Pete was completely taken by surprise when he felt the wet and slick heat of his son's mouth glide over his manhood, an unexpected growl escaping from his lips as he clenched his hand around the small time-keeping device, almost breaking it as he was sucked on in earnest.

“Didn't even have ta tell ya this time did I?" Pete remarked with a heavy pant. Hand going to the back of Pj's head to help guide him, the used car salesman shallowly thrust into the tight space fully taking advantage of his unexpected blowjob.

“God damn queer…" The large man growled after a few good minutes of getting head. “Yeah… that's it. Suck-a-ma-fy the hell outta it. Do it jus like you wuz drinkin' from a straw. Don't ya dare get lazy on me too! Use yer hands too and squeeze my nuts a bit. Make me hard fucker, make me hard!"

Instantly complying with the commands being given to him Pj completely submitted to his father's will, his jaw relaxing so he could suck on the very same rod that had sired him the best he could and one of his hands palming and rolling the older cat's large goose egg shaped balls.

Sucking the way he was, all submissive and whimpery, Pj wondered how he would look to someone who was watching him. There he was completely naked, hard erect cock poking up from his lap which was covered in hand lotion, and eagerly servicing an older man. He probably looked like some sort of back alley whore or worse. Not that being seen like that bothered Pj anymore. So, deciding to just go with the flow the horny boy continued to suck on his dad's cock, his hand going back to finger his still sore hole so that he could ready it for what was going to come later.

However, before Pj could truly begin to finger himself was suddenly forced to stop when he received a sharp slap to his ass, the painful sting making him shout around the pillar of flesh in his mouth and look up imploringly at the culprit who had struck him.

“Nah-ah boy. None of that stuff yet." Pete said as he glared down at his son from above. “Iffin someone's gonna be messin' 'round with that tight little cunt 'o' yers then it's gonna be me who's da one doin' it."

Reluctantly pulling off the cock he had been fellateing Pj gave his lips a quick lick and ducked his head in apology. “Sorry about that sir I… I guess I just got carried away." He explained while giving a small chuckle. “But… can we please move on to it sooner than later? M-My, um butt is kinda feeling itchy. Like I want something in there."

Groaning Pj covered his face with one hand. “…Geeze I can't believe I just said that."

“Heh-heh god damn boy… have yerself a little self-respect." Pete said mockingly. “Ya sound like a grade-A slut right now."

Pj winced. “I know dad, I know."

“Well then Iffin yer gonna be actin' like some grade-A slut then I'm gonna go an treat ya like a grade-A slut." Taking himself in hand Pete smirkingly used it to tap Pj's cheeks a few times. “Time fer you to get yer tubby ass over on da bed and put yer ankles behind your ears." Stepping to the side the older man flourished over to said piece of furniture. “Daddy's gonna show ya wut a fuckin' stud he is by tearing ya a new one. At least that's wut I'm gonna be doing at first." Lease at first I am."

Despite being a little curious as to what this his dad meant by that last sentence Pj eagerly obeyed the command that had been issued and stood up, crossing the short distance between himself and his bed in record time. Reaching the blanket covered object Pj then immediately flopped down onto it on his belly--a hand pinching his ass in the process-- and rolled over onto his back, legs quickly raised up to rest against his belly as he grabbed his ankles, pulled back as far as he could, and revealed his most private area to his Pete's lustful eyes.

“How's this dad?" Pj asked, speech hindered slightly from his awkward spot on the bed. “Is this how you wanted me?"

From his spot standing next to the bed Pete intently peered down at his son's asscrack, his cock giving a hard pulse and becoming even harder than it already way. Pj's hole was raw and red looking, the tight ring of muscle stretched out in an obscene way from the abused it had received from the fake cock that had been piercing it just a short time ago.

Eyeing this delectably primed and ready pucker Pete once again felt a surge of animalistic heat pool in his large gut. Oh, the things he was going to do to it. He was going to finger it, fuck it, fill it with cum, and then start all over again. And… from the way his boy was squirming there, waiting for him to begin it looked like he wanted it just as much as he did.

Finally responding to the question that had been directed at him Pete gave a curt nod and stepped closer to soon to be pincushion. “Yeah boy, jus like that." He said gruffly as he climbed onto the bed between his son's legs, a dark chuckle rumbling from his chest as he kept going, pushing the younger man across the top until they were dead center on the large piece of furniture.

“You want this?" Pete asked now that he was in place, hips going back and forth slowly, large cock nestled over Pj's heated furry taint. “You want my fat, bloated rod slpittin' this fairy ass 'o' yers apart? Come one admit ya want yer daddy inside of ya! That ya want him ta breed ya and fill yer guts wit his spunk."

“Um… sure dad I want it." Pj said bashfully, cheek tinted and out of breath. “P-Please."

Not at all impressed at that weak attempt at begging for more Pete growled. Here he was dirty talking so well that it was practically poetry and all his son could come up with was “p-please"! It was obvious to the used car salesman that he needed to cajole his kid into being a little more creative

“Now, now you know that ain't anyway ta ask fer sumthin'." Pete said in an incredibly condescending way. “You better try again brat an do it right less you want me ta ferget about fuckin' ya. I'll even take yer dildo so you can't get off by yerself."

“B-But I said please!" Pj complained in a childish whine. “That's the magic word remember?"

“Nah-uh. Gonna need sumthin' more than that!" Pretending to think over what he wanted Pete let Pj stew for a few moments before he grinned and leaned down dragging his tongue across his cheek. “I wanna hear ya ask fer a dickin' in da filthiest most disgustin' way possible. Come on and cuss up a storm fer me boy and convince daddy ya deserve it."

Pj bit his bottom lip, eyes closing as his face burned. “You know I don't like cussing." He reminded his dad. “And I'm really bad at it too."

“Then you ain't gonna get a fuckin'." Pete singsong in response. “Only little sluts with potty mouths deserve my baby maker."

Screwing his eyes shut tightly Pj agonized on whether or not to give in to the obscene request. Sure he had cursed a few times when he had been overwhelmed during sex. But to say the stuff his dad wanted him to now, without the excuse of being half dazed from being pounded into the ground? He just couldn't do it. Or at least that's what Pj thought until the very moment Pete started moving again, the friction ebbing away the last of his integrity until he took a deep breath and told his dad exactly what he wanted to hear.

“I-I-I w-want you to fuck my ass sir." Pj began, face going beat red, and his bottom lip quivering. “I want you to stick your cock up my f-fat ass and fuck me so hard my teeth rattle and my legs turn to jelly. Then once you're finished I want you to flip me over onto my belly and use my dildo on me again and again and again until your hard enough to fuck me again!"

“NOW DAT'S TALKIN' LIKE A MAN!" Pete cheered after Pj was finished. “And fer doin' that I'll give ya exactly wut yer askin' for."

Completely fired up from that bit of demure dirty talk that came out of his offspring Pete lifted himself off of off the smaller man under him and sat back on his haunches. Hand going down to grip his meat the sinister man placed his cock against his boy's reddened anus and pushed it inside with his thumb.

“You wanted it in here boy?" He asked as he began to push forward. “Did ya really want ya daddy's big ol dick shoved up yer hole like this!?"

Head rolling from side to side as he was penetrated Pj blearily peered up at his father. “Yeah dad like that." He confirmed. “B-But please keep going. Please put it all the way in."

“Oh so da head ain't all ya lookin' ta get, huh?" Lips curling back in a snarl Pete grabbed Pj by his hips and thrust forward hard, his cock ramming its way into the chubby boy's body in one quick motion, causing a loud clap to ring out as their thighs met with a crash. “Hows dat? Now I'm all da way in!!"

“OH MAN DAAAAAAD!" Pj hollered, his body going limp as he was entered roughly. “Oh man, oh man, oh man."

“Yeah bitch yer lovin' it ain't ya?" Beginning his onslaught Pete placed Pj legs under his armpits, holding him in place so he could roll his hips in a precise, deliberate manner, the thickness of his manhood rubbing against a very sensitive area within his son, each jab he made making the younger man gasp out and clutch at the sheets as he experienced his years of expertise and vastly superior sexual skills.

“Speak up boy." Pete commanded as he fucked, eyes half lidded and mouth slightly open. “Tell me wut yer feeling."

“I'm feeling stuffed." Pj said as he bit down on one of his hands. “Like I'm taking a redwood up by butt and loving every second of it."

“You ain't gotta flatter me no more boy. You already got me in ya." Pete quipped with an evil grin. “Course that don't mean I don't app-pre-she-a-mate hearing about my greatness."

“I'm not trying to flatter you I'm… *ahh!* …I'm telling you the truth dad!" Pj insisted with a shudder. “You're so amazing at this. Don't tell anyone else but you're the best lover I've ever had!"

Unable to resist any more after hearing that bit of flattery, Pete suddenly picked up the pace, hips moving at a what seemed like eighty miles per hour as he dropped down onto his elbows and jammed his tongue down Pj's throat, the younger feline sucking on his tongue and moaning like the submissive whore he was as he was bread by the larger man above him.

For what seemed like hours the two continued on like this. Pj eventually wrapping his arms around his dad's neck, squeezing and holding on for dear life as Pete relentless and mercilessly drive into him with all the gentleness of rampaging tank crashing through a building. Soon, as with all things, the signs of his approaching orgasm made themselves known to Pj, his toes curling and his eyes beginning to roll back in his head as he grew closer to climax. Pretty soon he was going to cum all over his dad's belly and lay there limp and pliable as the older man finished off inside of him.

But just as both these events were about to happen Pj suddenly and surprisingly found himself experiencing something entirely different. His thrusting coming to a sudden and unexpected stop Pete chuckled darkly and pulled away in an instant, his eyes becoming unreadable as Pj looked back up at him in confusion, his legs falling back down to hang over the side of the bed as he laid there unsure as to what had happened.

Continuing to gaze down at his son with a blank expression Pete let his vision roam over the mess he had made. His one and only son truly looked like a needy slut right then. Head fur a complete mess, his lips red and bruised from all that kissing, and his entire chubby body covered in sweat, spit, and precum. The sight was enough to make him proud and amused all at the same time. He had done this to him. He had made a man half his age who whored himself to everyone tell him he was the best and reduced him to a wanton little bitch begging for more.

Knowing all that Pete felt himself becoming more confident in what he was about to do. “Alright I'm ready." The grouchy man announced much to Pj's confusion.

Still completely lost as to why they had stopped and why his dad had said that thing he said Pj sat up and shot him a concerned look. “W-What are you ready for?"

“Fer what I came in yer room ta do." Pete said as if that explained anything. Giving a sight the large man sat down next to his son on the bed and placed an arm around him. Leaning over to his discarded pants next Pete quickly produced a small flask and screwed it open taking a quick swig before he offered it to Pj. “Here." He said gruffly. “Take a drink an don't you dare say no."

Slowly reaching for the small metal container Pj wrapped his fingers around it and took a tentative sip, his throat burning and his eyes watering as soon as he swallowed the bitter liquid inside. All in all, the whole experience was awful in his opinion but to his dad it was the funniest thing in the world. “Still can't hold yer liquor can ya boy?" The older man asked wryly. “Well guess ya can't do everything yet."

“What do you mean can't do everything yet?" Pj wondered as he continued coughing. “What on earth are you talking about?"

Growing quiet Pete looked out the window his face going slack once again as he began to speak. “Gotta say, never thought it'd happen." He suddenly said. “You were always such a fuckin' pussy 'bout everything when you were younger. Can't tell ya how many times I wonder if yer Ma cheated on me wit da mail man. But ya proved me wrong in da end. Proved yerself ta be a real chip offa da old “Pete" block."

Now this was a surprise, Pj thought. “Really…" He asked not truly believing what he just heard. “I mean… sure we look alike but that's just because you're my dad. I'm nowhere as… aggressive as you."

“I ain't talkin' just 'bout that boy!" Pete snapped with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. “Nah, wut I'm sayin' is that yer just as determined and eager ta fuck as I wuz at yer age. Not that yer anywhere close ta being as amazin' as I wuz back then."

Stopping their talk for a moment Pete took another drink from his flask, some of the brownish liquid running down his chin. “Ya know… since yer startin' ta man up and grow yerself a pair I think it's time I gave ya yer graduation present."

Pj's eye brightened hearing that. “A present!" He said starting to get excited.

“Yeah a present." Placing the cap back on his drink Pete stood up and stared down at his son for a moment. “So how 'bout it boy… … … you wanna put dat fuck stick between yer legs ta use and have a go at yer old man's ass?

Pj's breath caught at his throat at his dad's simple question, his mind running off in several directions at once as he comprehended the full gravity of it. “Dad…" He began, awestruck and not completely believing that this was actually happening. “Y-You can't possibly be serious. I… I mean…"

“I'm more fuckin' serious than a heart attack boy." Pete said firmly. Bending over the bed, his arms supporting his upper body as he spread his legs the he huffed and dropped his head down with a frown. “Well come on! Do me proud son and fucky-fy yer daddy's ass." He commanded. “Ream'um out good and hard and show'im wut ya learned from being such a big fuckin' slut."

Hearing those husky, arousal laced words coming out of his father Pj almost fainted dead away. Here was his dad, one of the most masculine, sexually aggressive, and intimidating men he had ever met. Hell one of the most intimidating men in the entire world willingly offering himself up to be fucked. All Pj could think as he shakily stood up and looked him over was: How the heck did we get to this?

Pj's confusion over the matter was overruled though when his dad, tired of waiting, barked out another command. His eyes dangerous as he glared over his shoulder at the younger man. “Ya better get yer ass in gear and get ta fuckin' b'fore I change my mind!" He warned with a growl. “I can't keep bendin' over like this ferever!"

Snapped out of his self-induced trance by the rough command barked at him Pj sheepishly fiddled with his thumbs and padded his way over to his father, getting into position behind the other man's large backside. Vision running down Pete's back and to his considerably large posterior the pudgy boy felt a shiver run up his spine. One of excitement and lust as he came to the sudden realization that yes, this was real and yes, he was actually going to top his dad.

Shaky hands coming to rest on the plump ass before him Pj freeze completely unsure as to what to do. “How do you want me to start sir?" He asked, voicing his puzzlement. “Do you just want me to… you know put it in o-or are you going to need me to… get you ready."

A huff of mild annoyance was the response to that query. The sound followed by the irritated words, “Get down on yer knees and stick yer face in 'm crack stupid.", from Pete as he squatted down slightly and stuck his ass out. “I'm gonna need ya ta get me nice and slick a'fore you fuck me." He continued. “Haven't had as much practice getting m'self screw-a-ma-fied like you have ya horny ass slut."

Opting not to comment on his dad's choice of words or what they entailed about his private sex life Pj got down to the task of following Pete's instructions and dropped down to his knees, his hands prying apart the older man's hairy furrow so that he could expose the rarely seen or touched pucker hidden at its furry heated center.

It was as he looked at this part of his dad that Pj's usually reserved sexual desire finally began to show itself, his cock giving an almost painful throb and his breath growing short, coming out in harsh pants. In a little while he was going to be having his way with this tight little hole. He would thrust into it again and again, flesh slapping against flesh. The very thought of what he was going to do was nearly enough to make him cum then and there.

Unfortunately for Pj, his sightseeing was suddenly cut short when his dad suddenly moved backwards and he found himself with a face full of ass, Pete snickering in his usual sinister way as he ground his asscrack against his son in a filthy manner.

“How's it taste it taste back there?" Pete asked chuckling evilly. “Took a shower dis mornin' but I reckon it's all sweaty by now ain't it? You better lap it up and get ta work boy, less yer wantin' me ta sit on yer face and leave ya no choice."

Moaning into the furry bottom smothering his face Pj complied with his dad's order and started eating out the hairy crevice with the enthusiasm and vigor of a starving man eating a meal. Slowly and sloppily he worked the warm, flavorful area slobber and loud snorting coming out of him as he continued on. Soon he got so worked up that he added both his index fingers, the two digits digging into Pete' pucker at the same time his tongue was drilling into the winking hole.

“Damn…" Pete began to comment after several minutes of intense oral exploration. Slowly he moved his hips from side to side trying to get more sensations. “…Fergot how good it feels getting ate out. Heh-heh guess suckin' on dick ain't da only skill you picked up durin' yer daily fuckin's ain't it?"

“I… *SLURP* …I guess so dad." Pj managed to say as he momentarily came up for air. “Just say when you've had enough alright? I'm really getting turned on by this."

Slowly raising his head so he could look behind himself to his son's bobbing head as he went back to rimming him Pete squinted, a bolt of annoyance running though him. 'Jus say when ya had enough?!' He sarcastically repeated in his mind. 'Little brat thinks he's hot shit now dat he's got me 'bout ta let'im fuck me.' An idea forming in his mind as to the best way to punish his son for acting like he was in charge of their little afternoon fun Pete smiled sinisterly to himself. If Pj was going to treat him like his bitch, then Pete decided he sure as hell was going to make him work for his submission.

“Alright boy, ya can stop now." Standing up and Turning around suddenly--his cock slapping Pj in the face as he did--The heaver set man bumped the younger with his big belly, sending him toppling backwards onto his ass and stood over him.

“Alright boy, now that ya went and got me nice and…" Reaching back Pete worked his fingers between his butt cheeks, the slickness from the salad tossing he had just been given coating his fingers before he continued. “…lubed up. I think it's time we move onta da most important part of this whole shin-ding."

Putting aside the annoyance that he had yet again fallen on his butt because of his dad's roughness, Pj mulishly pouted like a child and peered up at Pete questioningly. “Most important part?" He asked. “W-What do you mean by that."

“Why I mean da orderin' yer bitch around part." Pete provided. Placing his hands on his hips the older man leaned over and snickered. “Come on boy. Be a man fer once instead of a sissy and tell yer dad wut ta do. Bark out sumthin' that makes me snap ta attention and obey you like sum puny bitch who needs a strong hand ta tell'um wut ta do."

(I can tell you right now Mr. diary I truly was lost as to what I should say when my dad told me to do that. Only reason why did didn't refuse him outright was because of that whole “I want you to cuss for me" thing he did earlier. There was no way I was going to risk him stopping all our fun after that. Besides it's not like eventually I didn't figure out what to say. As I slowly got up onto my feet I went over all the times my dad had started one of our sexual encounters with a harsh command or a rude gesture and suddenly realized that I had a veritable smorgasbord of options as to what I could say. However, out of all of these different things one particular phrase came to the front of my mind. It was perfect. The very same thing my dad had said to me that very first time we had sex. One forceful little sentence that had made me shudder and submit to him like I had always secretly wanted to.)

Clearing his throat Pj tried to do his best “Pete D'caht" impression and copied his father's aggressive stance and began to speak. However, whatever the nerve wracked boy said trailed off into an undecipherable mumble, the unintelligible noise making Pete growl and cup his hand around his ear in an attempt to hear him better.

“Wut wuz that boy?" The older man said mockingly. “Yer gonna have ta speak up and spit it out, less you ain't a real man like I though you wuz."

That little bit of mocking was just what Pj needed to push himself over the edge. After all the sexual teasing he had endured over the last half hour he needed the release and his needed it now. And he would get it even if he had to break his usual quiet demeanor.

“I SAID FACE DOWN, ASS UP QUEER!" The once timid boy roared at the top of his lungs, face red and teeth clenched as he stood there glaring at his dad.

Of course, just as soon as he was finished with his impressive outburst Pj normal personality reasserted itself. What the heck was wrong with him, cursing like that! Cringing at his behavior the pudgy boy quickly covered his head with his arms and fearfully peeked out between them over to his dad, expecting Pete to shout at him in anger at his impudence.

However, shouting at his son was the furthest thing from what the older man actually did next. Bending over and clutching his sides Pete's whole body began to shake violently, the horribly spasms making take a worried step forward before he had to jump back as Pete reared up again like a neighing horse and let loose one of the loudest belly laughs he had ever heard.

“BAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!" Pete crowed with uproarious laughter, his large gut jiggling up and down as he shook. “Now that's ordin' someone around!" He whooped while giving his knee a slap. “Don't think I've ever been as fuckin' proud of you as I am right now boy!!"

“Y-Y-Your proud of me!?" Pj repeated, pointing to himself in amazement. His dad had never really said something like that to him. “Me… Pj D'caht? Your proud of me?"

“Fuck right I'm proud of ya boy." Finally settling down Pete took a deep breath and bent back over the side of the bed, his ass presented for Pj's use as he wagged it back and forth enticingly. “Now come'mer. Time ta get that chunky ass 'o' yers over hear and screw da hell outta my hole a'fore I get cold." He instructed. “Breed me like only real “Pete" men like us know how"

Still reeling from the high of actually knowing his dad was proud of him Pj wordlessly strode forward and got between his dad, throat going completely dry as he looked down as observed his still hard erection nuzzling the crack of the man who had raised him.

“You're really sure you want me to do this dad?" Pj asked one more time out of concern. “I mean you telling me that just now was just as good as getting to do this."

“Will ya shut da hell up already an jus stick it in." Pete growled lowly. “I'm tryin' ta be generous here ya brat so fuckin' get on wit it!"

With that last reassurance that his father wanted this Pj held his breath and firmly took his father by his hips, focus entirely centered on his dick as he moved forward with one steady push, inch after inch of his manhood sliding between the full black furred cheeks.

Not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside of the man under him Pj threw his head back and moaned, his hips giving shallow thrusts as he did. “Ooooooooooh maaaaaaaaan!" He groaned out, each word drawn out as he reveled in the intense pleasure running though him. “It… it feels so darn good inside of you! It's so tight!"

“Heh-heh I bet it is boy." Pete grunted out in agreement. Wiggling his hip from side to side the middle aged man experimentally squeezed his pucker, a shuddering gasp coming from behind him being his reward for his curiosity. “Good, now iffin you can keep yerself from cummin' like a limp-wristed first time virgin how's 'bout you get down and start a-thrustin'?"

Closing his eyes as he controlled the urge to climax Pj mumbled a weak sounding “Huh-huh" and started to move at a snail's pace. Hands sliding to his dad's lower back, using them to help him push back as he ever so slowly began to pull out, the vice like grip around his dick only getting tighter as he exited the snug confines. But his departure wasn't long because huffing Pj then pushed forwards again a little faster, a dull, meaty thwack sounding as skin met skin for the briefest of moments before he repeated the action, harder fast than before.

“Yeah that's it boy." Pete encouraged through clenched teeth as he was ridden. “Fuck… right there… do it again boy. FUCKIN' HELL YESSSS! Good boy keep a-hammerin' away at that sweet spot good and rough like I always do. Makes a fella wanna squeal like a stuffed pig when ya do that."

“Yes sir." Pj replied as he angled his thrusts, striking the same area that had caused his dad to shout. “Like this sir? K-Keep hitting here?"

Giving a deep growl as he ground his ass back against the rode drilling into him Pj huffed and snorted, mind shorting out a little at the abuse to his prostrate. “Yup, boy yer doing jus fine." He informed with a grunt. “Oh yeah… fuck, that's real nice son. Ya like that? You like having yer stubby dick in 'm ass like this? Fuckin' me, breedin' me?"

Pj felt his cheeks redden at the verbal and obscene reminder of what they were doing. “Yes dad I like it." He said loudly yet bashfully. “It feels so go dad. You're so tight… it's amazing! I really want to keep pounding into you like this."

“You better." Pete snapped almost… playfully. Reaching under himself the grumpy man tickled Pj's balls, his thick fingers making the boy whimper and lay his down on his back as he continued thrusting. “Ya got yerself a nice pair if nuts here son, bet they make lots of spunk. Heh-heh love how they're slappin' up against my sack as yer fuckin' me."

There was a distinctive shiver that ran down Pj's back as his dad touched him, the sensation combining with the pressure his dick was experience and making him moan as he felt himself nearing the edge. But just before he prematurely ended what might have been his one and only chance to be on top while having sex with his dad, the sweaty eighteen-year-old slowed down and quickly backed away, his red and throbbing cock sloppily sliding out of Pete's ass with a wet “Slurp".

Left there panting on unsteady legs Pj gave the ass he had been fucking a quick look and noted how red and bruised it looked from the pounding he had just given it. It was only when Pete began to stand, obviously upset at the sudden interruption to his pleasure that Pj drew his eyes away and gave him a goofy smile while making a spinning motion with his hand.

“C-Could you turn around for me now dad?" He asked shyly. “I'd… you know… I'd like to see your face while I'm… d-doing you."

Pete let out an amused huff. “Put yer dick in me on time and yer already barkin' orders." He said pretending to be offended. “I'll do it though. Yer jus lucky I'm horny as fuck right now."

Grumbling the whole way Pete climbed the rest of the way onto the bed and spun around, plopping down on his bottom. Then his eyes locked with Pj's he scooted back until his upper back was propped up against the wall, legs lifted up to reveal his wet and open hole for Pj to reenter him.

“Come on and get back inside!" Pete demanded hotly. “And make sure ya hurry da fuck up! My legs are killin' me."

Laughing in excitement Pj wasted no time heeding the call he had been given and rushed to get into his bed, the horny young man crawling his way over and entering Pete without a second of restraint or resistance, the two of them making twin groans of pleasure as their bodies met once more in the most primal of ways.

With his son inside of him once again Pete let his legs drop and wrapped them around Pj's waist, his hand shooting out to take the younger man by the back of the head and pull him down into another passionate kiss as a grunt came out of him from Pj starting to move inside of him.

Moaning against his dad's lips Pj rested his hands on the wall behind them and drove into the pliant body under him with as much force as he could. Hard, wild thrusts that sent jiggling ripples through Pete's overweight body, the force causing so much pleasure in his mind that the older man was forced to pull away, his face contorted in a way that was both sinisterly angry and blissfully pleased.

“Oh, yeah that's my boy, fuck me. FUCK ME!" Pete cried out in a gravely rough voice. Tongue lolling out he began to pinch his nipples and squeezed his legs tighter around Pj, rocking in time with each downward thrust into his ass. “Work that damn pud up there and ram da hell outta me! Come one sissy boy, after spying on you and yer monkey I know ya got it in ya. Fuck-a-fy me like you do him. Yeah, jus like that! Yer a real stud now, aren't ya? Jus like your old man here. Yer a real man who know how ta do a bitch till he screams fer more!"

Lowering his head, their foreheads touching as he did Pj began breathing hard, trying to control himself as he dad said more and more dirty things. Even when he was bottoming it seemed Pete had complete controlled the sexual encounter. That aggressively sexual way he spoke driving Pj to want to please him in any way he could. It was almost scary in a way how his dad could illicit such feelings of devotion.

'Not that I mind feeling that way.' Pj was quick to tell himself. 'Dad's just one of those power bottoms. Geeze I sure hope I'm using that word right.'

Ducking his head Pete proved Pj's theory and forced him into another aggressively sloppy kiss, thick intrusive tongue ramming its way down the teen's throat, mimicking the actions of the cock invading his ass. Then before Pj could completely become undone by the game of tonsil hockey they were playing the grumpy man quickly pushed him away so he could resume his dirty talk, filthy words spilling from his mouth as easily as water.

“You gonna fill shoot up my ass son?" Pete asked in a condescending tone one would use on a child. “You gonna cream up 'm tight ass boy and breed yer daddy? Shoot off inside of him till da spunk is leaking out his hole and down yer legs? Thick white seed staining our black fur!?"

“Yes!" Pj cried out without a second though. “Yes I'm going to do it."

Pete chuckled, hands tweaking Pj's nipples in an effort to drive him even closer to orgasm. “Heh-heh good boy. You go on an do it!" He goaded. “Fuckin' keep drillin' my ass until you can't take it no more and shoot off like a fire hose! Fuck-a-fy me boy, FUCK-A-FY ME!!"

That last command was all it took for Pj's first time topping his dad to come to an end. Taking a deep breath, he slammed into his dad hard three more times an erupted like a volcano. Jet after jet after jet after jet of milky seed spraying from his cock and filling Pete's ass to the brim. The excess leaking out and staining their fur, the bed sheets, and the mattress.

Coming himself as he felt the warm liquid run down his crack and lower back from his sensitive and stuffed hole Pete dug his fingers into Pj's biceps and let loose a mighty holler s loud that echoed throughout his house and out of the rattling windows. The deafening bellow alarming the nearby neighbors including Mr. Wey who stuck their heads out wondering why a fog horn had suddenly gone off over all of Spoonerville.

Back inside of Pj's bedroom the two occupants sat there in their own wet cum spots, Pj with his head resting on Pete's chest as the elder D'caht tried to comprehend what on earth had just happened to him. He had never been fucked like that before, not that he'd ever willingly admit it out loud.

'Must be cause it wuz da boy.' He reasoned after a moment of though. Yeah, that had to be it. The taboo of fucking around with his own offspring coupled with his own excitement just sent him over the edge. It wasn't like Pj was better than him at something. 'Gonna haveta do that again though jus ta make sure though.'

A grunt coming out of him as his back started to hurt from the awkward position he was in Pete went to rudely shove his son off of himself. But just as he did he realized that he had somehow fallen asleep on top of him. Soft murmuring ghosting over the skin on his chest as he sat there on his knees between his legs.

“Fuck… didn't think ya would pass out on me." Pete chuckled. “Guess it took more outta ya than just jizz aye boy?"

Carefully sliding out from under his son and easing the boy onto his back once he was free, Pete sighed deeply and got off of the bed, standing up. Peering down at his slumbering son he wondered how things had turned out the way they did and realized that he was grateful for everything. Had it only been ten months since they had fist fucked around? Back then he remembered being so pissed off with everything and everyone, only wanting to be left alone save for the occasional girlfriend who really didn't want to be with him. His life a complete wreck after his ex-wife Peg left him with half his money and the creeping thought that he hadn't been good enough for her.

But then with one angry yet passionate act everything in his life had changed. After he had sex with his son, learned more about him and took an investment in his life Pete suddenly found himself surrounded not only new people who allowed him to learn new things about himself but old friends who joined in on the fun. Now he had a full house again his son… Bubba… and Moose. The three of them filling some sort of hole he didn't even realize he had within himself ever since the divorce. Pete just hoped that he wouldn't lose everything he had gained when Pj went off to college in the fall. Without him here everyone might leave again. A fate which didn't sound too good to him anymore. Not that he truly had a say in whether or not it would happen.

Resigned to his fate Pete gave his sleeping son a fond look, one that he would never admit to behind able to make, and stroked his hair softly. “I love ya boy." He said quietly.

Sickened with himself at how sappy he was acting Pete grumbled and quickly left, his heavy footsteps against growing fainter and fainter as he exited the room and headed down the hallway to tell Bubba he and Moose could come home now.

If he had turned around even once during his departure though he may have noticed a pair of open eyes watching him as he went, Pj smiling secretively to himself for a few moments before he yawned and rolled over going back to bed. “Love you too dad."

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The following weekend…

The mood around the kitchen table was joyous that early morning in the D'caht household. Pete, Bubba, and Moose teasing, laughing, and flirting with each other like they always did. There was even the promise of a small orgy in the living room after they finished the breakfast Pj had made for them. Not that they had informed the youngest member of the household about that yet. It was much more fun to spring things like that on Pj and watch as he tried unsuccessfully to get out of it.

And speaking of the rotund young man just after Bubba commented on Pete's chest and copped a feel, said owner of the body part growling at him to keep his hands to himself, Pj walked back into the room from his quick trip to retrieve the mail from the mailbox. Giving his boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek the chubby boy sat down in his seat and opened one of the letters he had retrieved. After a few moments of reading he giggled and jumpe3ed back up, his eyes bright and a smile on his face as he happily exclaimed. “EVERYONE, I GOT IN!

The other three occupants of the tale all grew quiet at the shout each of them sharing a look before Bubba responded in his usual teasing manner. “What exactly did you get into petite?" He wondered. “You still talking 'bout what I let you get into last night."

“Fuck I'd still be bragging about it if I topped someone like you." Moose chimed in with a smart assed smirk. “Still can't believe how hard you did it too Fatty. You almost looked like your dad there for a second."

Pete snorted. Apparently he wasn't the only one who had noticed his son's strange new ability. “No one can fuck-a-fy ass like yours truly." He growled. “Hell just let me eat da rest 'o' these eggs and I'll show ya wut I mean ya banana muchin' little--"

“--I wasn't talking about sex guys. Geeze there are other things." Pj quickly interrupted before things devolved into something inappropriate. “I mean I got into the college I applied for! The one I really, really want to attend!"

That announcement earned Pj several enthusiastic congratulations from both his boyfriend and Bubba, both of them happy to hear that their short lover would be going to the school of his choice. However, there was one voice that was decidedly quiet, the larger feline staring down at his play of eggs mulishly pushing the yellow bits of food around until he got an elbow from his mechanic who was seated next to him.

“Huh… oh yeah congrats brat." Pete finally and begrudgingly said. “Guess yer a real college man now. Don't get caught doin' a panty raid." Returning to what he had been doing for a moments Pj sighed and quickly added one more thing. “So, who da hell am I gonna be shillin' out tuition checks to dis fall anywho?"

Smiling Pj sat back down in his seat and handed his acceptance letter over to his dad. “I'm going to Calisota state." He said surprising everyone. “They have all the courses I'll need to learn how to run small businesses. Oh, and from what I heard they even have a culinary course too! I mean yeah I'm learning a lot from Mr. Fraido but I'll be able to learn so much more."

“That sounds grate babe it really does." Moose said smiling a little. “But I didn't even think Calisota was on your list."

“Well it wasn't at first but after looking over the classes they have I realized that it was the perfect fit for me." Pj explained as he went back to eating. “I had to call in a few favors thought. “Mr. Brown graduated there with high honors so he put in a good word for me and Professor Hedstrung made sure my application was looked at."

Recovering from the shock he had been in since his son had told him where he would be going Pete shook his head and frowned at him in confusion. “Wait, wait, wait!" He demanded butting his way back into the conversation. “Wut do ya mean yer goin' ta Calisota state!? I thought ya said you were gunnin' fer that fancy-smancy school yer mom picked out fer ya near her."

Acting as if he was puzzled by his dad's question Pj cocked his head to the side. “Well… maybe at first but that was before I figured out what I wanted to do." He explained. “Mr. Fraido offered me a part time job at his deli and even said he was planning to hand over the store to me one day when he retires. All I'm going to need for that is a small business degree and some cooking skills. Both things I can get right here in Spoonerville."

When Pete made an unconvinced noise at his explication Pj sighed and gave him a reassuring look. “Dad, don't worry I've thought about this a lot." He said. “I'll get all the education I need plus the added benefit of being able to still live here and cook dinner for all of you. Among other things…"

Looking around the table at his strange family Pj snickered, the infectious nature of his giggling earning him a smirk from Moose, a big toothy grin from Bubba, and even a rare smile from his dad. “…You guys would starve to death if I wasn't here to make your meals."

Snorting back at his son Pete rolled his eyes in what almost appeared to be a fond way. “Fuckin' brat. I'm gonna fuck ya six ways til Sunday fer dat."

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Epilogue

Late June, 3:30AM… … … Present day….

(And that Mr. diary is the entire story of how I spent my last year of high school life. Well… most of it anyway. There are a few other things that I might have left out for the sake of getting this all down before sunrise. Maybe sometime in the future I'll fill in some of the missing pieces for you, though I can't promise anything. I really can get busy sometimes as you can clearly see from what I just wrote. I mean… just look at what happened!

In the last ten or so months I've had wild and unruly sex with my dad too many times to count, fell in love with my schoolyard bully and befriended both of his minions, fooled around with two of my dad's old army buddies, became friends with my next door neighbor, cured another friend of his debilitating impotence, participated in an orgy with the mayor, chief of police, and an elephant, slept with a pair of horny truck stop bikers, and had an entire family of gators take turns having sex with me while making a porno. I'm surprised I'm even able to walk quite frankly. Not that I regret a single moment of the things and people I did this past year. No, all those experiences, new friendships, and bizarre situations have changed me for the better. I've become a more confident person who has so many wonderful men in his life that he can barely stand it. And you know what Mr. diary? I hope that when I go to college in the fall I meet even more guys who will show me new things to experience.)

Sighing deeply as dotted the last period of his experiences and slowly closed the old book he had written it in, a very tired looking Pj stood up and yawned, the blanket that had been covering his body sliding of his shoulders a little until he stopped it and wrapped it righter around his body. It may not have been cold outside with it nearly being summer by when you were butt naked there was still the problem of drafts.

“Darn I'm glad I'm done." The pudgy boy commented as he rubbed his sore wrists. It may have only been around three hours since he had come into his room in the middle of the night to get caught up on his diary, but to him it almost felt like he had been writing about his sexual escapades for four years.

“Well, at least I got that over with though." Pj continued as he slowly turned around. “Now all I have to do is slip back into bed before you know who notices that I'm--Ahh!"

Startling when he saw a shadowed figure step into his bedroom doorway Pj jumped back, his hands flying up to protect himself from his attacker. Fortunately for him the silhouette standing before him had no intention in attacking him that night. At least not as an act of aggression. Stepping into the dim light of the bedroom a grumpy Moose frowned at the younger man, eyes droopy and hair a mess. If there was one thing the gorilla wasn't it was a morning person.

“There you are fatty!" The ex-football quarterback huffed sleepily. “I'm mad at you."

“Mad at me!?" Pj chuckled. “Why."

“Well, since you weren't there for his regular two o'clock fucking Mr. D woke me up and scared the shit out of me." Moose complained. 'Then he proceeded to have me take you usual place!"

Going over to his short boyfriend the ape wormed his hands under the blanket draped over him and pulled him into a hug, hands trailing dowered to his chubby rear. “Do you have any idea what he's like when he's pissed off and horny at the same time?" He continued as he squeezed the black furred globes. “Barely had enough strength to limp down the hall to find you after he was done with me."

“Would it help if I said I'm sorry?" Pj asked with a teasing tone.

Moose leaned back to give the grinning cat a contemplative look. “Yeah I guess I might." He reasoned. “But you know… I'd sure as hell appreciate a blow job as an apology more."

“Not b'fore I get one." A gruff voice sounded from behind the couple. Peering around Moose's body Pj watching intently as his dad walked into the room, completely naked with a cigar hanging firm his lips and an open tube of strawberry flavored lube in his hand.

“So this is where ya two queers ran off to." Pete said walking towards them. Stopping in front of the two he shot them each a nasty death glare. “Who da fuck gave either of you da permission ta leave my bed? I wasn't finished wit both yer slutty asses yet!"

“I swear when Bubba gets back I'm going to make him promise never to leave you alone again." Moose whined. “He should be the one handling you at night."

It had only been two days since the mechanic left for a quick trip to visit his family Bo, Bryce, Burt, & Bradley Molyneux and Pete had been grouchy and horny ever since. It seemed that the absence of his regular fuck buddy had left him high and dry during a bout of what Pj and Moose could only refer to as an animalistic heat.

“Awe now monkey boy don't be like that. You know ya love lettin' me screw-a-ma-fyin' yer hairy butt." Stealthily getting behind the groaning primate Pete began to bite and nibble on his neck, his large hand sliding down his employee's stomach to cup and squeeze a hefty package. “So ya better shut da fuck up and come back ta bed for another round." He looked over to Pj. “Both of ya!

Leaning forward into the hand goosing him Moose sighed, his pleasure increasing when Pj pressed up against him, his portly body trapping Mr. D'caht's hand between them in the most erotic of ways. There was nothing better in his mind than being in the middle of a D'caht sandwich. “Alright Mr. D we'll come back to bed." He said. “That is if Peeje is done fooling around in here?"

Looking over to the drawer where his dairy laid Pj sighed. “Yeah I'm done for now." He said with a small calculating smile as the turned back. “And I'm more than happy to go and do whatever you want in your bedroom dad. After all, there's always room for one more story in my dairy."

** Th**** e end…**