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PjXPete Missing Stories Chapter 7

Set right before "PjXPete Missing Stories: Chapter 4"...

A deafening boom could be heard all throughout Spoonerville's suburbs that early Monday morning. One so loud that it rippled through the air with such intensity and volume that every window within a two mile radius rattled and shook. Family pets and car alarms alike going off in an unruly cacophony of noise that utterly disturbed the usual still atmosphere one would usually expect at two in the morning.

Just what was the source of this unpleasant early morning wake up call, you ask? Well, it was none other that Peter D'caht Sr. who had only then returned home from a rather eventful night out. An evening so unpleasant and frustrating that he would not be forgetting anytime soon

Cursing and muttering under his breath, the large, mountain of a man stumbled his way out of his old vintage Studebaker with all the grace of a temperamental feral bull. His rotten mood quite palpable as he slammed the car door with as much force as he could then marched his way through his front lawn and over to his front door. It too opened and then slammed shut once he had entered with all the gentleness of an atom bomb going off as it shook the very foundations of the house.

The first to react to this most rancorous of returns was Gary Wey. Pete's perpetually put upon and equally grumpy next door neighbor. Bare head poking out curiously out from his own home's second story window the rotund hippo glared over to the home adjacent to his. Bespectacled eyes narrowing with great suspicion as he debated if he should file yet another noise complaint with the neighborhood's HOA about this. Maybe this infraction would be the last push he needed to finally convince them to run the D'caht's off once and for all!

Fortunately for Pete, Gary's interest in getting him evicted quickly vanished when his attentions were drawn elsewhere. Gary suddenly finding himself suddenly pulled away from his window with a startled grunt when a pair of thick, muscular arms wrapped around him and pulled him back, flush against a brawny chest while an impressively sized equine cock nestled itself between his bare buttocks.

"Come on Gars!" The owner of the oversized organ implored. Dirtily grinding his rapidly hardening meat between the surprised man's ass cheeks. "Get that big, sexy ass back in bed. I wanna fuck few more times before I head off to work later."

Taking a large, audible gulp Gary shivered at the husky demand whispered into his ear. His own turgid member starting to perk up when he felt hot breath ghost across the nape of his neck and a large hand slide down his belly, feeling him up.

'You know what? Fuck D'caht!' The elderly man harrumphed. Turning around to face the man behind him. Why the hell should he bother with that dark furred pain in the ass when he could be enjoying a wholly different kind of ache back there? One that always left him wanting more.

Elsewhere, inside of the D'caht's living room, a bewildered Moose Clancy. Pete's potential future son-in-law and current used car salesmen apprentice. Glanced up from his position on all fours to peer across the room. Vision managing to catch only the briefest of glimpses of a still fuming Pete as he stormed past the room's open archway and up the stairs.

Cringing each time a heavy stomp reached him from Pete's angry ascent Moose prayed that he wasn't the target of his employer's ire this time. Not again! Just a few weeks ago he had incurred the man's wrath when he had casually suggested that they shouldn't reset the odometers in their cars since it was immoral. A foolish slip of the tongue that had earned the gorilla an exhausting night of grueling punishment involving a tub of Vaseline, a comically oversized dildo, and a lengthy, curse riddled lecture about why it was their god given right to scam every single last cent they could out of the "rubes" that dared come to their place of business looking for a deal.

Moose didn't know what he'd do if he had to endure another "teachable moment" like that again!

However, before the ex-football quarterback could further worry about another potential stint as his boss' personal pin cushion a sound from behind him reminded him of why he was on his hands and knees in the first place. Dumb sounding chuckling reaching his ears as Billy Hedstrung, one of his best friends, started to move his hips. The smirking buffalo's hard as steel cock sinking deeper and deeper into him without pause until it was fully sheathed inside the gorilla's ass.

"Can't believe you're letting me do this for a fifth time." Billy rumbled in his slow, deep register. Pumping back and forth in an almost lazy manner. "M'last girlfriend always tapped out after one or two rounds!"

Squeezing the sizable member embedded between his cheeks Moose chortled lightly. "What can I say? I've gained myself some major endurance." He replied. "Doing it five times cakewalk when you compare how many times I go at it when I'm with Peeje and Mr. D."

There was a thoughtful hum from Billy hearing that sort of declaration. Brows furrowing in deep thought for a moment or two before he grinned. Hands tightening their grip on Moose's furry hips in order to get better traction so that he could better work his large, bovine meat into the primate's cum filled hole with greater exuberance.

"Wanna see how long you can last with me?" Billy asked with another chuckle. "Bet I'll make you cry uncle before I do!"

A smirk of his own aimed over his shoulder Moose met the other boy's eyes. Lower half moving the meet the forwards thrusts being dealt to him without skipping a beat. "Oh, you are so on man!" He said, accepting the challenge head on. "Loser has to buy the next ten pizzas for the winner! Extra cheese and extra toppings??

"Deal!" Billy grunted, both him and Moose quickly losing themselves in the thrill of their competition as the world around them was completely forgotten.

Meanwhile, as the contest raged on downstairs, Pete's son, Pj D'caht was snapped out of his own evening activities when he caught wind of his father's rampage. Cross-legged atop his bed in nothing but a pair of socks and his favorite superhero t-shirt the chubby teen paused his favorite hobby of onanism for a moment. Bewilderingly staring over to his closed bedroom door as Pete's heavy footfalls reached the top of the stairs and made their way past his room further down the upstairs hallway.

'Ooooh boooy…' Pj thought with a worried frown. 'Sounds like dad's in another one of his moods.'

Ever the well-intentioned soul he was Pj tiredly moved to confront Pete about his attitude before some poor unfortunate soul got in his way. After everything they had gone through the last year he had learned quite well how to put the older man in a better mood.

But just as he began to rise from his seat ready to offer himself up as a "sacrifice" Pj heard a small wine from somewhere in his room. The source turning out to be from a late, late model laptop sitting on his bed next to him with an open vid-call window displayed upon it.

Inside said window was a concerned looking Bradley Molyneux in a similar state of undress to him. The young, slightly hefty gator raising an inquisitive eyebrow ridge as he worriedly gazed up at his long distance chat buddy from his own room hundreds of miles away from Spoonerville.

"You're leaving already!?" Bradley said, sounding utterly disappointed. "But you promised you let me watch you use that dildo you told me about! You know the one you got right before your dad took your cherry!"

Sporting a grin that looked eerily like his uncle's the teenaged reptile cheekily wagged his erection before the camera as if waving at Pj. "If you do I'll use one of the ones I snuck out of my Granddad's collection with you." He said. A small twinkle showing in his eyes as he produced said item in all it's glory from behind his back.

Transfixed by the sight of the large toy Pj slowly lowered himself back into place atop the bed. Focus never once drifting from the imagery on the screen while blindly reaching around with one greasy hand until he found the familiar looking dildo he would soon be using.

On second thought, maybe tending to his dad could wait another twenty, thirty minutes tops. Wasn't as if Pete was going to go anywhere this late. Besides, it would be just downright rude to break his promise to Bradley after the three and a half hours they had spent working each other up over webcam.

'Yes!' Pj thought as he hungrily licked his lips. 'Very, very ride indeed!'

Finally, but most importantly for this particular story, there was the reaction of Bubba Molyneux to all the hubbub going on. Pete's… well, truth be told they hadn't exactly put a label on that yet. But to anyone who knew the pair it was plainly obvious what they meant to one another despite Pete's numerous surly protests to the contrary.

Lounging atop the luxurious king-sized bed within the master bedroom the ever calm and relaxed Bubba peered up from the magazine he'd been reading while lounging and listened to the ruckus making it's way through the house. Mind taking in all the variables of what was occurring just outside of the room and formulating a plan to remedy the matter in a matter of seconds

'H __uffing and puffing? C_ ursing like a sailor?_ Stomping around like a two year old being denied a cookie?' He assessed. 'Yup. Major Petey temper tantrum alert.'

Battle plan made Bubba sighed fondly at the man and gently closed his latest issue of "Hot 'n' Horny Mechanic's Monthly" and got up from the bed. A small yawn and lazy stretch coming on as he stood and sauntered his way towards the room's exit. Readying himself for the chore ahead. One that in all honestly he didn't mind performing too much. Mostly because some of the best times he and Pete had ever had involved him wrangling the temperamental man into a better mood.

As for the feline in question? Either unaware or completely unconcerned about the havoc and worry he had caused amongst his family and friends Pete once more slammed a door behind himself. The unlucky barrier this time belonging to the upstairs family bathroom. Which, once sealed shut, he punched a few times for good measure. Every single atom within his large, heavyset form vibrating with rage fueled energy. Dark growls and grim snarls coming from him as he clenched his fist in response to the pain he had caused.

Yes, to say that Mr. D'caht was having a "temper tantrum" that Monday morning would be a correct assessment. Though a more mature way of describing the current foul mood he was mired in would be to say he was possessed by an all encompassing, blind fury so horrific and volatile that one would swear there was twin steams of steam erupting from each of his pointy ears!

Now as to what had brought about such an incensed state? Well, to put things simply Pete had just survived what he would eventually come to call years down the line the "Week of Pure Hell". Seven absolutely awful, horrendously horrible, completely cankerous days and nights that must have been birthed in the deepest, foulest pit of the eternal Stygian realm!

Or… at least that how Pete would describe the last several days he'd just been through. Face contorted into an intense milk curdling glower while he stood there in the middle of his brightly lit bathroom at two in the "fucking" morning. Clothes rumpled and askew as all sorts of unmentionable substances soaked into them and his ebony colored fur.

Made aware of that last fact suddenly the large man's nose crinkled in slight disgust. His sense of smell picking up a stink so potent coming off of him that he almost gagged. Obviously he needed a shower. Both to wash off the gunk covering him and hopefully ride himself of the stench of failure he swore he could also smell wafting around his person.

Another grumbling session ensued upon this realization as Pete sulkily undressed. Small buttons keeping his work shirt closed fiddled with for all of five seconds before he lost his patience and violently ripped the garment open. Light pings and the sound of ricocheting plastic heard all around while he shucked off the now ruined item and threw it, along with the T-shirt he wore underneath seconds later, to the tiled floor.

Next to meet a similar fate were a pair of brown trousers. Hurriedly unfastening his belt and pulling it free with a crack of a whip Pete wasted no time in dropping trowel. Thick fabric pooling around his ankles for a brief moment before he removed one leg and used the other to kick them away. Pants sent flying in an arch across the room then landing right in the open toilet with a sickening splash.

'Great! Jus, fuckin' great!' Pete fumed as he glared at the offending sight. 'Now I gotta get da boy ta clean my drawers 'fore work tomorrow!'

Only just managing to quell his building anger Pete approached the shower, turning it on. Water instantly beginning to spray down into the cramped cubicle. The steady sound of pattering rain joining the already present soft buzz of the fluorescent lights quickly faded into the background as he continued to stew.

Left standing there. Hand outstretched to see when the water had warmed to his liking. Pete reluctantly felt his thoughts drifting back to the series of events that had brought him to that very moment of time. Bitter memories of failure and defeat that only served to make him feel worse and worse as each day ran through his troubled mind.

First of these offenders had been last Monday naturally. Whistling a jaunty tune while parking his car in the usual space downtown. The one with the broken meter of course. Pete stepped back onto his lot with all the bluster of a returning king. Spirits high thanks to having just hosted a very successful party that previous holiday weekend.

Given the time of year the celebration had been a barbecue. One that boasted a smorgasbord of mouthwateringly, juicy steaks and thick burgers, overflowing kegs of the finest imported beers, terrific music, and as was the norm with him those days. Lots and lots and LOTS of no-holds barred fucking around! Pete's ingenious idea to rent out one of those massive party tents for the event giving them the prefect cover for the decadently, sinful orgy they all took part in right there in the backyard.

Fondly remembering those sexual escapades as he walked past the many lemons he had on sale Pete sported a smug, lecherous grin on his gruff features. All of the filthy details he had witnessed and been an eager part of over that last seventy-two hours giving him an illicit charge that he reveled in.

Festivities had started off with a bang of course. Pun very much intended. Bubba being the first to initiate the proceedings early that Friday afternoon. Flirting and goosing a red-faced Howard tarn who had come to help set up until the man agreed to list his tail for them. Pete and the musclebound reptile taking turns tending to the grill and screwing the highly respected school principal's subby ass against the side of the house for quite some time before the other guests began filtering in.

There had also been that little show Moose and his bratty buddies had put on during the second night that he had enjoyed. All three of the horny jocks circling around a kneeling Gary Wey to "force" the "reluctant" senior citizen into sucking them off in turns. The whole display ending in a glorious bukake shot when the trio of younger men all came at once. Their collective emissions raining down onto the loudmouthed hippo caged between them. Wey apparently more than happy to accept this manna from above if the way he sat there on his knees, head tilted back and big mouth held open to accept each droplet of seed, was any indication.

But the pièce de résistance to the whole event had to be the performance Pete had given just as things were winding down late that Sunday night. With the string lights around them glittering prettily in the slightly darkened tent Pete snuck up behind an unassuming Pj as he quietly sat at one of the several picnic tables eating a plate of ribs. Attention solely focused on licking sauce from his fingers at the time and not the approaching sex fiend about to pounce on him.

The fight that came after the ambush was over before it ever truly began. Pj manhandled onto all fours on top of the table in no time flat. Pudgy face slathered with sweet barbecue sauce while Pete bred him fast, hard, and rough for all to see. Party guests forming an excited, catcalling audience around them within mere moments. Their cheers goading the emboldened Pete to greater heights of depravity as he proved to all in attendance that he was the greatest party host and cocksmen Spoonerville had ever seen!

Brought back to that current present as he recalled that last hurrah Pete chuckled proudly to himself. "Yup! Dat shin-ding certainly wuz one fer da record books!" He proclaimed. Approaching his little office trailer. "Jus happy I had da fore-ma-na-thought ta record everythin' so's I can enjoy it all again later!"

Thinking of the top-notch spank material he'd accrued over the course of the weekend Pete quickly decided he might as well take it easy that day and review it all. Mondays tended to be quiet so there would be plenty of time to crank a few out. A liter sized bottle of extra slick EZ-Slide™ and some tissues calling his name from one of the drawers of his office desk.

This carnal train of thought however, unexpectedly found itself derailed when Pete stuck his hand into his office's mailbox and pulled out something rather unpleasant. A thick, three inch stack of bills and other work minutiae covered almost entirely in red ink. A gift from his past self who had been far too busy to deal with such petty business matters thanks to all the party preparations he'd been doing. The lazy, no good bum!

What followed this discovery was a day filled not with sexual gratification but one of sheer torment for poor ol' Pete. Sexy recordings left completely forgotten as he toiled away at his desk doing paperwork and writing out checks for the next several hours. A task, which for an old miser like him, felt like being punched repeatedly in the gut.

Then there was the mad dash to the post office through grueling after-work traffic to get the everything mailed before their due dates. Another two hours of misery surrounded by honking cars, surly drivers, and the thick stench of exhaust fumes made all the worse thanks to the Studebaker's AC picking that exact moment to go on the fritz.

But as abominable as that Monday had been it turned out to be it was only the harbinger of the cruelties that were up ahead. For that following Tuesday seemed set on one upping it's predecessor in the most annoying of ways.

Still reeling after everything he'd gone through the day before Pete was more determined than ever to take it easy the next. Choosing to poignantly ignore his mailbox this time and headed straight into his office and locked the door. AC then cranked to the max and a glass of liquor for him to drink poured as he gathered up all of the necessary provisions he'd been needing for the afternoon ahead in peace and quiet!

Two full bottles of imported brandy, check! A bunch of Cuban cigars he had acquired totally legally so shut up, check! A whole mountain of greasy, salty, sugary junk food to feast upon, check! And finally, a brand new porno he'd been dying to see called "Cherry Destroyers 8: Pop's A-Popping 5: The Ancient Reckoning's Reckoning!", check and double check!

That day Pete was going to enjoy himself dammit and there was nothing in this world that would ruin his good time! That was until… …. …. something did. Or more precisely "someone".

Things started going south just as Pete was enjoying the thrilling climax of the first scene of his film. Yes, in every sense of the word. There he had been, pants down around his ankles on the office couch. Lit cigar bit between his teeth and one large hand clutching a chilled glass of vermouth while it's twin vigorously worked over his aching member when the phone suddenly began to ring. It's shrill, ear piercing klaxon efficiently drowning out the over the top grunting of the two muscle-stud elephant brutes spit-roasting their twinkish mouse costar on the screen just as it all was really getting good.

Instantly becoming perturbed by this much unwanted disturbance. the once pleased, lust addled expression that had been on Pete's face melted away. Quickly replaced by an unhappy frown that he directed over to the offending device while trying his best to continue jerking off in the face of such obnoxious opposition.

Maybe if he ignored whoever it was him long enough they'd get the hint and kindly "Buzz the fuck off", he hoped. But alas this hope were for naught! The incessant screech of the ringer continuing on and on until Pete was left with no other choice but to respond to end the racket.

Hard huff coming out of him Pete sluggishly rose from the couch. Feet stomping the entire way across the room and dejected willy waggling wildly with each step until he reached the desk and picked up the phone with an angry face. His greeting barring the usual level of decorum and civility one would expect from a man as cultured as Spoonerville's one and only Peter Pete D'caht Senior.

"WHO'DA FUCK IS DIS!?" He bellowed into the receiver. "AN WHOEVER DA FUCK YA ARE, YA BETTER AS FUCKIN' HELL MAKE IT FUCKIN' QUICK 'CAUSE I GOT UDDER FUCKIN' STUFF TA DO!!"

For the first few moments after this "pleasant" greeting there was no response over the line. All that could be heard within the cramped trailer being the overly enthusiastic sex scene still playing out on the DVD player and the harsh breathing from Pete himself as he impatiently waited for a response. Then, with a snide sounding snort, a familiar voice came through the earpiece. It belonging to someone Pete really wasn't in the mood to deal with on what was supposed to be a pleasant day of relaxation.

"Well good days to youse too Fatass." Benny Fraido sarcastically returned in his thick Brooklyn accent. "Nice ta see youse are as pleasant over da phone as youse are in da stinking bloated flesh."

Unappreciative of the blatant disrespect he was getting Pete's grip on the phone tightened to the point of cracking the plastic slightly. The third phone to meet such a fate because of Fraido's smart mouth. There was just something about the other man that always got under Pete's fur. Not that he would ever admit that and give the horn nosed bastard the pleasure of knowing what effect he had on him.

"Wut da hell do ya want Baloney man!?" Pete growled through gritted teeth. "An' likes I jus told ya, make it fuckin' quick! I wuz in da middle of jerkin' off and iffin ya don't mind I'd like ta blow 'm first load b'fore lunchtime."

Exaggerated gagging came over the line after that disgusting statement. Benny keeping up the act for quite some time before he deemed it enough and carried on. "For fucks sake D'caht! Don't youse got any shame!?" The deli owner exclaimed. "Still don't know how such a sweetheart like Pj came from a limp-dicked dickwad like youse!"

"Yeah well, yer dad didn't think my dick wuz so limp when I used it ta plow his ass!" Pete rebutted in his most childish, spiteful tone. Entirely a falsehood, but one he hoped would put a good dent in Fraido's stupid pride.

Benny was quick to deflect this puerile attempt to upset him though. "Yeah right! Like my old man would ever screw a fat fuck like youse!" He said back confidently.

Though after a moment there was an awkward sounding cough from the rhino. "N-Not that my pop's into that sorta thing ya'know." He hastily added. "Man's straight as an arrow! Even goes to this men's club every Friday to do manly things like sit in da sauna and pal around in da locker room with da fellas."

One of Pete's eyebrow quirked upwards. 'Note to self… Trick-a-nate Fraido's dad inta visitin' Spoonerville and fuck-a-ma-fy him when he gets here.' He thought vengefully.

Out loud Pete quickly moved back onto topic so they could end the conversation as fast as possible. "Yeah, wutever ya want ta believe sausage boy." He sniffed dismissively. "Jus hurry an' tell me wut ya want 'fore I decide ta hang up on yer stupid ass."

"Fine, fine I'll tall ya." Benny relented. He, like Pete, was growing bored of their back and forth. "Just promise me ya won't scare me no more with the idea of youse pawing your limp smelly chud."

"I'll try…" Pete replied with the roll of his eyes.

Reluctantly listening as the other man proceeded to reveal his reasons for calling that day Pete quickly found himself becoming even more annoyed with him. Apparently the construction crew Benny had convinced him into hiring to fix up the old apartment building he owned needed a few more thousand dollars for supplies and whatnot. The third such demand from the in less than a month.

As one would expect Pete had staunchly refused such an outrageous request the very second he heard it. Even with all the corners he was cutting to get that dammed building up to code it was still costing him a small fortune. If it wasn't the rusty plumbing, it was the wiring constantly starting small fires. If it wasn't the insulation, it was the bloodthirsty feral rat-king living in the basement dragging off another exterminator into the shadows never to be seen again. Just one petty little nitpick after another which, by now, Pete was dammed tired of having to empty his wallet for to fund everything.

Unfortunately for Pete his stubborn refusal to hand over anymore money fell upon death ears. Benny subtlety suggesting that the owner of the construction crew working for them, an old Fraido family friend from back home, might not be too happy to hear about such a decision. So unhappy that he might just go and report him to Fraido's other long time acquaintance, a Calisota state building inspector.

Cornered by those thinly veiled threats Pete had reluctantly relented to the deli owner's costly demands. Not that he was happy about having to get dressed so he could first head over to the bank and withdraw the needed amount of dough before going over to the apartments and handing over all that cash to an altogether too smug Benny Fraido.

By the end of it all Pete had been left so incensed by the incident that he didn't even bother trying to resume his previous jerk-off session. Mood left so cantankerous that even Bubba gave him a wide berth once the two of them had driven home after the work day.

Next up on the parade of misery was that Wednesday which continued the trend of people Pete never wanted to talk to again calling him. This second frustrating conversation happening at what had to be the worst possible time imaginable.

After finishing off another discouraging day at work where he had been forced to hand out a whopping five refunds to unsatisfied customers. Pete had come home and collapsed onto his Sluggish-boy recliner completely exhausted. A tired sigh escaping him as he did which only made the headache that had been steadily building up since eleven AM all the more intense.

Pete had nearly called it quits then and there. Sick and tired already of having to deal with the hurdles of everyday business. But just as he was about to fold Pj appeared and, having sensed that his dad was having a rough day, promised Pete that he would order them a few of his favorite quadruple, meat-cravers pizzas from the nearby Italian restaurant he adored.

For that wonderful suggestion Pete had actually kissed the boy! A quick slap to his chunky bottom added for effect. Those heart-clogging, greasy piles of meat and dough never failed to make his mouth water and raise his spirits. Though, that meaty treat didn't end up being the only one Pete would have that evening. No, he'd also partake in something much, much juicier it would turn out. Well, at least for a bit before everything went to pot.

Reinvigorated by the thought of his favorite meal heading his way Pete went upstairs to freshen up for the occasion. One quick shower later he padded his way back downstairs. Fur still damp and smelling of fancy cologne as he held onto the fluffy towel he had wrapped around his waist in a rare decision to keep modest.

Just as he reached the bottom of the steps the doorbell went off and not even considering how he looked the large soggy feline went to answer it. Pj's desperate cry of, "OH MY GOSH! DAD! Put on some pants!", completely ignored as Pete yanked open his front door and came face to face with quite the interesting visitor.

It was their pizza delivery man obviously. A young, bookish otter wearing a pair of large glasses and a cheap looking restaurant uniform. But it was the way that the kid gaped at him that drew the half naked man's interest the most. Clearly shocked by who had answered the door he'd come to the boy's mouth was agape in total surprise. Cheeks tinting bright red as he failed miserably to hide the fact that his eyes kept trying to drift downwards to the bulge clearly visible under Pete's massive gut.

Giving the blushing man a once over himself Pete understood very quickly that pizza wasn't the only thing on the menu now. The towel keeping him covered "accidentally" falling to the floor as an exasperated Pj took their pizzas from their shocked visitor. Pete coaxing the otter into the house with promises of a tip far larger than the one he'd been expecting.

From there, things had progressed as expected from someone as sexually skilled and aggressive as Pete D'caht. Devastating the delivery man of his uniform he kissed and groped him into submission. The lengthy blowjob he forced him to give him next acting as the precursor to the inevitable. Pete eventually ending up hammering away at that "little sluts" ottery insides and loving every second of it not even a full ten minutes later.

That was when that aforementioned second, day destroying phone call had made it appearance. Pete barely noticing it at first thanks to all of the noise coming out of his brand new playmate as busily pumped away at brat's bum while eating his forth slice of pizza.

Pj had been the one to answer it. Pete picking up a few frantically hushed whispers before the boy appeared sheepishly at the living room's entrance holding out the damned receiver for him to take. The excuse for interrupting? Apparently it was Pete's ex-wife, Peg, and she was asking, nay demanding, that they talk that very instant or else.

No where near stupid enough to risk the consequences when that woman used that sort of language Pete had cautiously brought the receiver up to his ear, dreading what was to come. A mistake on his part because as soon as he said hello he was bombarded by a deluge of ranting that almost made him go death. A dressing down he had apparently earned thanks to Peg not receiving her latest alimony payment yet. Something which just couldn't be true. Pete still clearly remembered the sizable dent it had made in his bank account earlier that month when he paid up.

For nearly ten minutes Peg talked his ears off about that damned payment. Pete doing his best to convince her that the money was on its way while simultaneously keeping his attention on the furry ass he'd been fucking. Soon it all became too much for him though. Cock pulled out of his now very disgruntled guest prematurely so he could properly argue back without any hindrances.

To Pete's great annoyance the nasty conversation took another full half-hour to finally be resolved. Two hundred more dollars of his hard earned money siphoned of from his savings just to get Peg to shut up and leave him alone. It hurt his pocket to be sure. But it would be all worth it in the end once he was able to return to living room and finished off what he had started earlier.

Problem was that by the time Pete reentered to pick things up that easy little pepperoni pusher had fucking run off! The only evidence he'd ever been there being a naked Pj face down in the middle the floor with his ass up high in the air. His son conveying a message from the skedaddled otter claiming that Pete had been the "worst lay" he'd ever had while Pj had been his best! Harsh words that had bruised Pete's enormous ego so greatly that he had spent the whole rest of the night in his basement dungeon sulking to himself.

Thursday through Saturday weren't any better much to Pete's continued chagrin. Still very much moody after his failed sexual conquest he hid himself away in his office. Slouched over and grumbling in the dark just wanting the day to be done with so he could go home. Three hours into this self imposed exile however he was made aware of a problem just outside his door. A barrage of shouting and barking reaching him that only grew louder when he went to investigate it. Stepping out into the sweltering summertime heat, on guard and ready to throw fists.

This guarded state though did not last further than him finding out what was causing all the ruckus. Over by the garage on the other side of the lot was a surprisingly panicked looking Bubba. All seven plus feet of his giant frame backed up against a nearby car as he futilely tried to calm down a man clutching to the neckline of his coveralls, shouting in his face.

Who was this brave soul cowing the gator? Well it was none other than one Carl Ugsey. A short tempered, even shorter statured pug that Pete had recently tricked into buying a small fleet of clunkers for some dinky little, two-bit taxi startup he owned.

The reason for the little mutt's appearance that day, Pete would eventually discover once he saved his sputtering, pissed off mechanic, was to get all twenty-five of the vehicles he had brought repaired free of charge. An angry, boisterous demand Ugsy backed up by presenting the contract they both had sighed where Pete offered to do so. But only in the fine, fine, fine print written in backwards Latin within the decorative margin of the very last page. A condition Pete had only placed there for legal reasons thinking no sane person would ever take the time to search for something so esoteric.

But apparently Ugsy had sniffed out this pesky little technicality and was threatening to get lawyers involved if Pete didn't honor the contract. Which given that the larger man had no choice in the matter he reluctantly agreed to. Pete spending the next three days toiling away in the hot, unair-conditioned garage with Bubba. Elbow deep in motor oil and grime as they busted their asses trying to get every last one of those barely functional, decades old cars up and running before the dog sicced the law on them.

Hard, exhausting work to be sure. Pete ending up so tired and sweaty by the end of the day that he didn't even have the energy give Pj and Moose's their usual after work ass poundings like he usually did. It almost brought a tear to Pete eyes having to watch those two walk around all clothed and unmolested for three whole days!

Lastly… there had been what had happened just a few short hours ago on Sunday. The worst of the worst! The thing that had finally broken the camel's back! Not that the day had started out that bad. Quite the opposite actually! Pete thinking for a few blissful hours that all of his bad luck was finally over before everything came crashing down around him.

After managing to finish the last of Ugsey's stupid cars early that morning Pete had driven straight home at breakneck speed. Every fiber of his being hellbent on setting right everything that had gone wrong over the previous six day. After all the work he had done he had earned it after all dammit!

Making a quick list on just how he'd accomplish such a feat once home Pete quickly stripped down to nothing and set to task. First up on the agenda; Finish up that porno that had been ruined for him! Popping the DVD into the player Pete planted his big ass down onto the shag carpeting in front of the widescreen and yanked his meat until he blew the biggest load in his life. Surprisingly the critics had been right. "Cherry Destroyers 8: Pop's A-Popping 5: The Ancient Reckoning's Reckoning" truly was a spectacular heartwarming masterpiece of pornographic cinema.

Next was getting back at Fraido which was two pronged attack. Disguising his voice best he could Pete made a phone call to the rhino's deli shop and ordered a few hundred dollars worth of sandwiches for a party being held by one "Seymour B. Uhtz" at "123 Fah Ookyu St.". Benny becoming so excited about the sheer quantity of the order that he didn't even notice the obviously fake name and address Pete had used.

'Dat oughta teach dat fuckin' horn headed bastard.' Pete had thought, thumb hitting the end call button on his cellphone. 'Now I gotta do is call up Fraido's old man and arrange d __a_ t_ little visit. Heh-heh-heh...'

After that well planned bit of revenge was set up Pete called up that pizza place they had ordered from before and asked for another pie. An extra fifty bucks thrown in if they would be so kind as to send a certain otter boy to deliver it. Pete making sure to give that tramp the fucking he deserved as soon as he showed up at his door and then some!

By the time he was done with him that mouthy little smartass could barely walk. Pete smugly chowing down on a slice of pizza while leaning against his open front door in nothing but a bathrobe watching the younger man's stumbling attempt to return to his car once the deed was done.

Then to top the whole afternoon off Pete crawled his way into bed and napped until well after nightfall. The large man peacefully sleeping off of the accumulated fatigue he had built up after all the troublesome work he'd been forced to do. Both repairing those cars and all of the fucking he'd done earlier that day to make up for it.

Only after the clock struck nine did Pete finally emerge from his home again. Fully refreshed and happily humming to himself as he got in his car and sped off for a night of fun! Because you see, that Sunday was the night of his monthly game with his poker buddies. An intimate gathering that never failed to cheer him up and fatten up his wallet all at the same time. Which, after all the cash he'd lost during the week, Pete's bank account desperately needed.

Driving his way though the pitch black streets of Spoonerville to the event Pete grinned sinisterly. Thoughts of the upcoming games and how much fun he would have during them filling his head. Thanks to that impromptu orgy that had broken out during that one affair he had hosted months ago poker night had become so much more interesting. Now along with all the drinking, gambling, and dirty jokes there was this unspoken agreement that some sort of sexual shenanigans would also be going on.

A leisurely jerk off contest spurred on by the porno someone brought. A bit of hanky-panky in a broom closet or bathroom during a pee break. Maybe even a hearty ass pounding if the game was being held at Pete's house again and Pj or one of their other numerous fuck buddies had the misfortune of crossing their sights.

Basically just a pleasant "Let's keep this between ourselves and please, please, please don't tell our wives!" night of debauchery and slightly illegal gambling that they all looked forward to every single month. Some more than others apparently.

The previous month Henry O'Donnell, Spoonerville's most "respectable" law enforcement officer, had offered up compensatory blowjobs upon losing his shirt during a round. An act that, even a full four weeks later, Pete still couldn't help but snicker about. Palm going down to rub his hardening erection while driving he recalled just how damned good it had felt collecting his winnings that evening.

The carnal payday had happened right there in the Studebaker. The two of them all alone in the darkened cab with only the glow of the dashboard's display illuminating them. Cigar in mouth Pete had sat there in the driver's seat enjoying himself immensely. O'Donnell's flat cap covered head bobbing up and down between his belly and the steering wheel. The canine single-mindedly slurping and choking on the thickness being rammed down his gullet. His tail wagging a mile a minute the entire time.

When Pete's orgasm finally came. A good fifteen minutes or so late later. He had roughly grabbed the back of the chunky St. Bernard's head and meanly forced him to take his dick down to the hilt. Henry going into a short lived bout of alarmed flailing panic before accepting what was going to happen and guzzling down a hefty helping of hot seed while blowing his own load in his pants like some inexperienced virgin.

Arriving at his destination while reliving that wonderful little memory Pete parked his car right behind the canine's refurbished patrol cruiser. Eyes dark with lust as he wondered if that night would in a similar way.

Making that horny mutt his whimpering bitch again would certainly go a long way in helping him repair what damage still remained from all his troubles that week. Sure, all that crap he'd done earlier had been nice start. Very nice. But humiliating a cherished childhood friend in a stunning act of petty cruelty would just be the cherry on top of the entire sundae! All Pete had to do was play his cards right and make O'Donnell or one of their other friends desperate enough to offer up what he wanted.

And at first it appeared as if that was exactly what going to happen when Pete and his buddies sat down to play. Three rounds of poker ending in complete victory for the cheating feline. A nice fat wad of cash going straight into his wallet as he reveled in ever single disgruntled glare and rude hand gesture his loving friends opted to send his way.

Then it happened. Pete suddenly lost a hand. Nothing he was too concerned over but still very, very odd. Had he stuffed the wrong cards up his sleeve before coming in or something? No, that couldn't be it… right? He just wasn't paying hard attention enough.

But then it happened again. And again! AND AGAIN! Each new round after the terrific trifecta of victories ending in just as big of a disaster! All of the cards dealt to him so awful that before Pete realized what had happened he'd been cleaned out by the three backstabbing sons of bitches sitting around the table with him.

However, this shocking string of defeats wasn't the end of the misery. Not by a fucking long shot. Thinking that he'd be the only one winning that night. Mostly because he was cheating. Pete hadn't bothered to bring much cash with him meaning he couldn't pay up what he now owed. Neither did he have enough left in the bank to cover him thanks to all the bills, refunds, and alimony he'd been forced to pay.

That left only one option for him. To follow O'Donnel's lead from weeks before and offer up some good old fashioned oral "compensation".

It pissed him off when he realized that was his only way out of trouble. But in the end Pete reasoned he could live with it. Wasn't as if he hadn't sucked dick before. Usually as a way to warm up his chosen target to the idea of riding his fat hog.

But to Pete's horror his generous offer to give head was turned down very quickly. Not because his friends understood his reluctance to do so and respected him far too much to take advantage of his misfortune. NOOOOOO! Their refusal of his services came from the fact that a few measly blowjobs weren't near enough to pay off Pete's mountainous debt “apparently".

No… if Pete wanted to make even he'd have to offer up something much more precious. Something all three of the other man had been curious about ever since Pete had let it slip that one time that he might have "maybe, possibly, just one time honestly" bottomed for someone. Yes! They demanded the privilege of turning the great cocksmen, Pete D'caht into their bitch for the rest of the night.

A short time later Pete was on his back atop the poker table buck ass naked, save for his dirty socks. Face positioned perfectly for Remmy Anderson to vengefully shove his post-fuck, rapidly re-hardening cock past his frowning lips for a prolonged blowjob while Robert Tuskie and Henry O'Donnell took turns pounding the dark furred man's already sore and cum splattered bottom with gleeful abandon.

So that, everyone, was why Pete was so riled up that early Monday morning. Mouth tasting of spunk and rear end leaking the combined seed of the three different men that had just recently bopped him silly. A disheveled, sorry state of being that had him angrier than a short tempered wolverine going through impacted wisdom teeth surgery during a rock concert!

Drawn out of his regretful reminiscing when the shower water started burning his hand Pete breathed out a long, tired sounding sigh. Eyes closing for a moment while he reached back to dislodge a few stray poker chips that how somehow gotten stuck between his asscheeks during his humiliation back at the game.

The previous week had certainly put him through the wringer, hadn't it? Failed sexual encounters. Angry customers and ex-wives. His bank account nearly depleted. Getting his ass reamed out thrice over to cover a damn poker debt.

Every new event adding up until this very point where he felt defeated. Not just beat or outsmarted mind you. Pete knew how to bounce back from that. But completely and utterly worn down and sick and tired of everything and everyone around him.

Stepping into the shower as he thought over all this. Its scalding hot spray causing him to hiss for a moment before he grew used to it. Pete began wondering what he'd done to earn the grade-A ass whopping he'd received. Sure, he was a bit of a bastard. What with all the scheming, blackmailing, and secret underground fight club managing he did on the side over the years. Hell, he was proud of all that! But surely… surely he hadn't been so bad as to get dumped on by life to this degree, right?

Going still for a moment Pete incredulously raised and eyebrow at his own through process and snorted incredulously at himself.

Okay, so maybe he did deserve a little comeuppance. Karma had to bite everyone in the ass at some point he assumed. The universe could have spaced everything out a little more though. Bad luck of the magnitude hadn't hit him since he'd gotten that dear john letter from Peg all those years ago.

Drawn back to that dark period of his life Pete mouthed a few choice words and an ancient old world curse he'd learned from his grandmother towards his ex, their divorce, and that damned old neighbor of theirs who shall not be named. Yeah, Peg had been the one to seduce him but still, that damn clumsy, "hyuck-ing" idiot could go straight to hell!

When Pete had learned of their affair from that letter he had been at first been blinded by pure, righteous rage. Furniture and everything else in the house getting trashed as he unleashed a storm of destruction worthy of an F5 tornado! But once the madness had passed, and the reality of what had happened settled in Pete had fallen into a deep depression. The proceeding six months that followed spent moping around in nothing but a dirty undershirt and overripe boxers.

Pete barely ate. Barely spoke. Barely slept. All he did was sit in front of the TV getting drunk as a skunk and trying to figure out how Peg could leave him for someone like… like… you know who.

But then things changed. Bubba started coming over to visit him every day after Pj left for school. Just short chats at first but then he stayed over until about an hour before Pj would be returning home. Damned man refusing to stop bothering him no matter how many times Pete ranted and raved for him to!

Bubba's incessant presence back then had been annoying. Now though… after everything was over and done with. Pete felt a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth despite his mood. It all hadn't been all bad he supposed. Bubba brewed up a good pot of gumbo and some of the dirty jokes he told weren't that bad. And, after a while, he even manged to get Pete to clean up to meet one of his lady friends he had invited over. Bubba claiming that it was high time he "got back on the horse" so to speak.

Damn it if that last trick hadn't worked! One quickie later and a bit of playful ribbing from Bubba concerning how noisy he and that lovely woman had been when in the bedroom together and Pete was back to his old self. Mostly. At least when it came to going back out into the world again.

This time however things were different. Or at least that's how Pete felt right then. There just wasn't any fixing his mood after everything that had happened to him that week. No amount of kind gestures or good nookie would ever make him feel better. All he wanted to do was lock himself away in his bedroom again and never, ever, EVER leave!

"Humm… dat act-cha-ma-ly don't sound half bad." Pete mumbled, thinking over the idea for a moment. "Jus hunker 'm ass down an' say da fuck wid everythin'!"

Yes, that was exactly what he was going to do! No more having to deal with damn bills and paperwork! No more customers, horn headed jerks, or bothersome ex-wives mugging him for cash! No more no old "friends" screwing him over in both the figurative and very literal sense. No… more… dealing with anything or anyone until he was damn well ready to which might not ever happen again!

Satisfied with this ill thought out decision Pete bent down. Hand going out to turn the shower off so he could go lock himself away from the world. But just as his thick fingers touched the hot water knob he suddenly became aware that he was no longer alone inside of the warm, steamy room he was currently occupying. The hint to as such coming when an overly flirtatious, Cajun accented greeting rose to be heard over the still running water pouring down over his head.

"Was wondering when I'd be seeing you home, Cher." A smirking Bubba said. Leaning against the frame of the now open bathroom door. "Did'cha have yourself a heap of fun playing cards with da fellas tonight?"

Pete's grumpy expression returned with a vengeance when reminded of the disastrous game he'd just come from. "No "Ah" didn't have m'self a "heap 'o' fun" playin' fuckin' cards!" He snapped back with an offensively bad southern accent.

Presenting his back to his friend the large man muttered under his breath as he pretended to clean himself. "Ended up losein' 'm damn ass during da damn thing!" He added. "Real literal-like iffin ya need ta know so damn bad."

Unfazed by the blast of unpleasantness just fired off at him Bubba calmly entered the room. Door swiftly, yet gently, closed behind him with a skillful swipe of the tail as he did. "Ya sure about that Bossman?" Tilting his head he took a lingering peek a Pete's damp rump. "Because from where Bubba's standing, he says ya'll got plenty of derriere to spare. Enough for its own zip code, matter-of-fact."

"Hows 'bout you "zip" it Swamp Breath!?" Pete harshly rebuffed before giving the over man the middle finger over his shoulder. "I ain't in da mood ta deal wid yer bullshit so scram b'fore I decide ta make ya scram!"

The sly grin on Bubba's fanged face widened at Pete's continued rude behavior. With all the years they'd know each other he'd long ago frown use to such boorish displays. "Now, now ya "Grade Beede", don't you go getting all moody with me."

When Pete refused to face him he chuckled and began pulling off the ratty old t-shirt he wore. "All Bubba was doing was making us some pleasant conversation." He continued. "Might wanna try it yourself someday. Spread a little sunshine instead of… your usual manure."

Heckles raising at the gall of the man behind him Pete finally spun back around. A curse and a threat at the ready in response to Bubba's oh, so helpful suggestion. However, just as he was about to verbally eviscerate the other man the words suddenly left him. Brain going blank for a moment when he got a good eyeful of the half-naked creature now in his midst.

Bubba had always had the aura of an Adonis about him. His good looks and stunning physique something most people would die for. Right then though, as he stood there in the middle of the bathroom, there was no doubt that he was just drop dead gorgeous. Those emerald green and beige scales covering his muscular upper half shining quite nicely in the brightness of the bright lights of the bathroom. The thick, heady steam rising up from the hot shower which coiled around him giving him the appearance of some sort of primordial deity rising from the mists of time.

As much as Pete hated to admit it. All it took was a single second of seeing this alluring sight to get his motor running a mile a minute. Scorching heat traveling down below his large gut at mach ten as he stared at the specimen before him for nearly a minute until he realized what he was doing and hastily turned away.

'Stupid sexy Bubba!' Pete cursed. The drool forming on his bottom lip quickly wiped away. 'Fucker's tryin' ta seduce me or sumthin'!'

For the life of him Pete didn't know why seeing Bubba like this turned him on so badly. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen the man in similar shirtless states over the years. Hell, he'd even seen the big lug completely in the buff back in the communal showers at the army base they'd both been posted at.

Yet, ever since that night he'd lost his "anal virginity", as the mechanic had once infuriatingly put it, Pete couldn't help but pop a boner whenever the other man stripped down even a little. A reaction which both confused and worried the hell out of him all at the same time.

Still, even if Bubba's perky pectorals were giving him a bit of a chubby Pete was still not going to give up on being left alone! He'd given that smarmy smartass an order and by fuck Bubba was going to obey him for once without any damn backtalk!

"Wut da fuck do ya think yer doin' over there Suitcase?" Pete drawled darkly. Face slipping into a deeply, disapproving frown. "Thought I told ya ta get dat scaly kiester outta 'm sight. Havin' trouble hearin' me or sumthin'?"

"Oh, I heard ya! I heard ya! Hard not to all da time!" Bubba absently remarked, shirt gently tossed down onto the tiled floor as he spoke. "But ya know me, Cher. Sometimes Bubba's just not too keen on taking it to heart. Real handy skill I've developed there."

Brewing with confidence Bubba sent another smirk Pete's way. Almost as if daring him to comment on what he'd just said and give him more teasing ammo. But to his surprise nothing came but a haughty glare. Apparently if he wanted to provoke the reaction he was seeking he'd have to try harder. A dangerous game. One where if he weren't careful he'd end up sorry.

But luckily for the Cajun he just so happened to have an ace up his sleeve that usually did the trick. Or more accurately an ace down his pants. A real good one that never failed to satisfy.

Offering a quick wink Bubba resumed undressing. The ornate "Molyneux Motors" belt buckle his brothers had given him as a going away present deftly unfastened so that he could remove his belt and wriggle his way out of his jeans. Faded black fabric slowly sliding down over his lower half to reveal the total lack of underwear underneath.

Bubba had never been one to bother with such stuffy garments when he could get away with it. The snugness of briefs or any other kind of underwear far too constraining for his equipment to bear. Plus, when people learned that he went commando all the time it never failed to drawn their interest. A reaction he pretended not to notice with Pete as the hefty cat continued to try and hide the way he was ogling him from the shower.

That's not to say, of course, that Bubba wasn't above teasing an appreciative audience. Holding back a snicker he endeavored to see just how long Pete's stubborn streak would last. His plan for getting him to crack? Well, he was going to use a few things that he had learned during a yoga class he'd taken a few years ago.

Excited to see just how far he could push things the large man started off with a few cross-body shoulder stretches. Upper half twisting slightly as he swung one massive arm over his chest, then the other. Next up were a few squats. Scaly knees bending as he lowered himself. Pendulous cock and balls left hanging heavily between his parted legs for a brief moment before he rose back up to his full height and flexed. The entirety of his glorious naked grandeur on full display as green shaded muscles shifted and bulged enticingly with every move he made.

"Besides…" Bubba continued as if he hadn't just put on a performance to rival that of a saucy burlesque show's. "Imma betting you'd appreciate a helping hand over there. You always say you have trouble scrubbing your back properly. Ain't that right?"

Having given up the pretense of indifference halfway through Bubba's erotic routine Pete finally allowed his vision to wander over the entirety of the younger man. Every single inch of the perfectly sculpted body mentally mapped out before shifted his attention up to meet Bubba's curious eyes.

Judging from the glint of defiance he could see in that infuriating, teasing gaze he quickly deduced that he wasn't going to get a moment's peace until he played along with whatever game was being played. Wise-ass Bubba was just lucky he allowed him to get away with this crap. Anyone else dare sass him like this and they'd get their sorry asses kicked to Timbuktu and back several times over.

That's not to say, of course, he was going to make it easy for the gator. No way in hell! If Bubba wanted whatever he was up to, to happen then he'd have to work for it. "Wut makes ya thinks I even want yer help Snaggletooth?" Pete harrumphed. "Have ya know I wuz doin' jus fine an' dandy on 'm own b'fore ya waltzed dat scaly ass in here ta pester me."

"True, true… but why bother doing it yourself when someone else can do it for ya?" Bubba countered with a sagely nod. "You do like being pampered like that, cha?"

When Pete continued giving him the stink eye in response to his retort Bubba sighed fondly and came closer. An arm coming out to support himself on the tiled wall outside the shower stall so that he could properly lean down and peer directly into Pete's eyes. Their faces mere inches apart.

"Come on now, "Mon grand beau chaton"." The giant murmured soft and warmly. "Won't ya let Bubba join you in there for a spell? Promise ya'll won't regret it."

Staring back up at the man towering over him. A feat not many others could do. Pete felt his belly give a hard churn. Both from the silky smooth tone in the Cajun's voice and the use of that peculiar nickname. One that Bubba had only started to using a few short months ago.

Pete had no idea what the damned phrase actually meant. Any demand to know if it was an insult or not met by mockery so sly that it made him grit his teeth. But there was just something about the way it was always said. All full of affection and warmth. It made the older man feel, uncomfortably funny. So much that before Pete even realized what he was doing he gave into the request asked of him despite still wanting to be left alone.

"Fine… ya can get in." He grumpily acquiesced.

Before Bubba could smile that damn smile of his upon hearing that he'd won a hand clamped down painfully on his scaly muzzle. Holding it tight as it's owner sneered up at him menacingly.

"But all I'm lettin' ya do is scrub 'm back, kapish!" Pete further insisted. "Iffin ya try any funny shit yer ass is goin' right outta dis here shower 'fore ya can say "Jackie Robby-son"!"

Recoiling as if he'd been burnt Bubba let loose an over the top, scandalized gasp. "OH! Perish da thought Bossman! Perish. Da. THOUGHT!" He declared. Hand flying to his chest in faux shock. "All Bubba wants is to wholesomely wash you back! Nothing unsavory or da like!"

In the face of such an over the top, almost comedic response, Pete rolled his eyes hard. "Sure dat's wut ya yer after Bubs. Sure… it… is." He snorted, utterly unconvinced. "Just hurry da fuck up wid it will ya?"

"But of course mon ami!" Bubba hummed. "But of course!"

Permission finally given Bubba didn't waste a single second in slipping into the shower behind his thickset friend. Their bodies touching for a brief moment before Pete shoved a loofah into the gator's claws and turned away to glare grumpily ahead.

Taking the offered implement with good humor Bubba squeezed a generous amount of shampoo onto it from a nearby bottle. Mood giddy and smiling like sunshine as he began lathering it up. "Hooo-boy! Are you in for a treat to-day cher!" He proclaimed. "Ya might not be aware, but I'm known far and wide for being da best back washer there ever was! Just ask my big brother Bo! He'll tell ya!"

"Ain't he da one yer always bragin' 'bout fucking every time ya get in da shower tagether?" Pete interjected dryly. "Not really convincin' me dat yer not 'bout ta try an' pull shit over here Molyneux."

Now it was Bubba's turn to roll his eyes. Albeit more playfully. "Oh hush you." He chided gently. "I ain't gonna do a thing less ya give me da go ahead. You're da one in charge here! Da big boss that me, your humble, adoring employee, can't help but obey."

At long last Pete's argumentative nature finally seemed to temper with that extra bit of ego stroking. The furred man growing quiet as Bubba took the lull to start cleaning the expanse that was his fuzzy back in earnest.

Over time this simple back cleaning evolved into more of a sensual massage. Loofah falling to the shower floor so that Bubba could switch to using his bare hands. Fingers working out all the various kinks and knots he came across during his devoted ministrations. Each tender back muscle given special loving treatment to the point they softened and became malleable to his touch. Bubba moving lower and lower and lower until he was basically kneading the rounded thickness that was Pete's ample hind quarters.

"Get dem hands back up Molyneux!" Pete snapped after allowing himself to be goosed just a slightly longer than necessary. "No fuckin' funny business, 'member?"

"Oh I "'member"! I "'member"!" Bubba teased. Palms obediently returning to rub Pete's shoulders once more. "Just making sure to get every inch of you back here good and clean. Something I could do to the other side if you'd allow me da pleasure."

Pete glowered at the wall in front of him for a moment. Annoyance on clear display. 'Bet ya think yer real smart, don't ya, ya big smarmy fucker?' He thought bitterly. Though… after giving the suggestion a moment he supposed it wouldn't do any harm. Bubba's hands did feel pretty good after all.

"Fine." Pete sighed in a very put upon manner. "But keep dem hands wheres I can sees'um. Nuffin' below da belt less I say so."

"Your wish is my command "Mon ami grincheux"." Bubba singsonged back.

Attempting to turn around so that Bubba could do his front Pete was stunned into immobility when a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. Bubba's firm, muscular chest pressing up flush against his wet, soapy back moments later as an inquisitive snout moved into to nuzzle his cheek and an overly affectionate manner.

"Yer startin' ta piss me off Suitcase." Pete warned. Wriggling in the unexpected embrace. "I swear, one 'o' these days I'm jus goin' ta grab ya by da tail and swing yer tricky kiester right out da nearest window!"

"Oh, but if you went and did that you wouldn't get anymore of them homemade beignets my family always sends me?" Bubba pointed out. Cool and calm as ever. "Besides! For a body complaining about how Bubba's rubbing up against them, you ain't exactly pulling away now are you?"

Okay, Bubba had him there. It wasn't as if Pete completely hated what was going on here. "No… guess I ain't" He begrudgingly admitted. Head dropping in defeat as he motioned for Bubba to carry on with a wave of his hand. "Again, jus make it quick will ya? I ain't got all ni-- er, mornin'."

Listening for once Bubba happily returned to his given task with increased enthusiasm. Gathering up some more shampoo for the job he trailed his hands down the sides of Pete's gut. Touch light and ticklish while he explored all the soft furry skin he came across with small, sensual motions. Prodding and jostling the overstuffed belly now within his grasp just to marvel how it jiggled for him.

"Have ta say Cher, there are times I can't get over just how damn sexy ya are." Bubba appraised huskily. Continuing to feel the other man up. "Just so damn big and strong and plump. Perfect for squeezing and pleasing all night long! Won't ever get enough of all this."

Pete could only scoff at the lusty statement from behind. "Ya don't have'ta keep butterin' me up Bubs." He frowned. "I let dat watermelon ass 'o' yers inta da shower, already. No reason ta keep wastin' yer breath tryin' ta flatter me more."

"You and me both know da only thing I butter up around here are da Petite's dinner rolls!" Drawing his hands up to cup either side of Pete's doughy chest Bubba growled hotly. Claws sinking deep into the ample flesh there and enjoying the hitch in breath his groping earned him.

"Nah, what Bubba's doing here is clearly stating just how damn attractive I think you are." He eventually continued. "Just looking at ya makes my mouth water something awful. And I don't believe I haveta bring up what's happening with my pecker right now, do I?"

Drunk off of the praise being heaped on him as well as the feel of Bubba's swollen erection sliding up and down his asscrack Pete felt himself gradually succumb to the heated atmosphere surrounding them. The soothing heat of the water as it fell upon them coupled with Bubba's intimate fondling and dirty grinding causing him to lean back against the scaled man's solid frame with an almost content sounding sigh of relief.

"I 'spose yer 'spectin' me ta believe dat steamin' pile ya just dropped in front 'o' me, are ya?" Pete accused. If only because he wanted to keep up his trademarked gruff facade a little longer. "You 'n me both know da only thing yer after is da grade-A fuck stick I gots swingin' between my legs."

Soft snickering came from Bubba for a moment. Amusement coloring his words as he spoke again. "Well for starters cher, Imma only telling the honest to goodness truth here. You my man are a stud! Don't ya ever doubt that." Hand moving to Pete's cock the gator gave it a few good strokes. "Second: While I do love me this ol' pipe to bits, it ain't da only thing I feel strongly about in this shower. "Mon Ami". Not by a long shot!"

Turning his head to the side Pete glared weakly. "Wut did I tell ya 'bout sayin' mushy shit like dat?" He chastised Bubba before shifting back into place. Heavily reclining against him again. "I 'spose I'll believe ya though. If only b'cause when ya think 'bout it, I am pretty fuckin' amazing ain't I?"

"Now ain't that the statement of the century!" Bubba cheered. Glad he had finally gotten through to him on the subject. "Now that we got that settled how about you cease all your damned fussing, ya big ornery "Bon rein", and let yourself be taken care of?"

Blatantly ignoring the warning growl he earned himself for that demand Bubba reluctantly backed away to pour another generous dollop pf soap onto his hands. His previous positioned returned to a moment later as he truly began to clean the furry chest and belly under his touch. Palms flat and soothing as he worked the gooey substance into a rich frothy foam that contrasted quite nicely against the pitch black of the shorter male's fur.

For his part Pete continued to sink further and further into a hazed stupor he clouding his thoughts. Eyes growing heavy and shoulders slumping, he exhaled. Long and soulfully. Bubba's expert tier massaging skills successfully ebbing away the built up frustration and tension sill clinging to his thoughts little by little.

Peg had never bothered doing this sort of thing for him during their entire twenty-plus year marriage. Much more preferring her solitary bubble baths with expensive chocolates and trashy romance novels. Hell, none of those girls he ran around with after they split up or the countless men he'd fucked around with after his awakening ever bothered to dote on him like this.

Only Bubba had even gone and spoiled him this way. Yes! Biggest pain in the ass in the entire universe, always way too please with himself, smart-mouthed, Bubba Molyneux! An unexpected act of tenderness on his part that never failed to bring about several uneasy feeling within Pete's mind. A twister of twisting, swirling emotions that settled deep down in his gut and only grew more prominent every time they were alone together like this.

There was a part of Pete. Buried in the darkest recesses of his mind. That had an inkling as to what these "feelings" might be. Or more precisely what there were threatening to grow into. A notion that he didn't know if he liked or not. Those sorts of thoughts were dangerous for confirmed bachelors like him. Very, very, veeeeery dangerous.

But as he stood there in that shower so early in the morning. Its hot, incessant spray causing a thick steam to waft around them while Bubba worked his hands over his body. Pete surmised that allowing him to continue wouldn't hurt. If only because it all felt just so damn good.

As if sensing the very moment Pete surrendered to his efforts Bubba smirked wryly to himself. Thankful that his friend couldn't see him do so. If there was one thing he was the proudest of in this world it was his unparalleled ability to get his big S.O.B of a boyfriend to relax. For that's what Pete was no matter what he said.

All it took on Bubba's part was a few well placed strokes and a few well chosen words and the older man transformed into the big ol' fat cat he most certainly was. Complete with purring and snuggling, not that Bubba dared point those last two facts out.

"How ya doing there, Cher?" Bubba whispered into Pete's ear after a long comfortable silence. "Ya liking da way I'm cleaning you up?"

"Maybe…" Pete said distractedly. "It'd be a helluva lot better tough iffin a certain damned blabbermouth would stop stickin' their tongue inta 'm ear."

A series of kisses peppered the back of Pete's neck before Bubba took the time to respond. "Well if it's my tongue ya wanna stop a-waggling then I suggest we find something to occupy with it, oui? I'm open to any suggestions ya might have."

Pete huffed through a smirk. "Dat yer way if askin' iffin I'll let ya stick it up my ass like ya always want ta?" He questioned. The warmth in his belly from before starting to burn hotter. "Didn't I tell ya dat all I wuz goin' ta let ya do was wash 'm back? Did ya ferget dat or sumthin'?"

"No, but I was hoping ya might have reconsidered." Bubba explained nonchalantly. "Ya know, given how you've been rubbing that deliciously plump derrière against me for da last five minutes or so."

Hips going still when he realized that Bubba was right. Pete grumbled and cursed. Cheeks tinting horribly as he let the request hang in the air for several long, agonizing minutes. His hesitance was all an act of course. Him playing the part of grouchy old man musing over if he'd reward the young whippersnapper begging for a treat while Bubba played the role of good little slut waiting with bated breath to be given permission.

In the end Pete knew full well he was going to say yes. Bubba knew it too. Even the mailman was privy to what was going to happened after that time they managed to drag him into one of their afternoon quickies. But part of the fun in this sexual dance of theirs was acting out their respective roles. A playful tête-à-tête of sorts. Though Pete would never put it as such since he didn't really know what that fancy-schmancy phrase even meant.

Eventually, after what almost felt like forever, Pete gave his answer. Voice sounding gruff and demanding in the echoey stall they both occupied. "Alright Suitcase! Get down on dem knees and start ta smoochin' my ass like ya always do." He commanded. "But ya better as hell be gentle!", an embarrassed cough, "Yer not da only one who's been back there ta'night."

The joy on Bubba's face when Pete agreed to his request could have lit up the entire town. "Oh, I'll be as careful as can be Bossman!" He promised with a lick of his chops. "A beautiful masterpiece like your tush deserves nothing but da utmost care and respect!"

"Knock it off wid da compliments and get down ta fuckin' work already!" Pete griped. Even more heat starting to rise in his cheeks. "Dat is 'less ya want me changin' my mind 'bout dis!"

"No SIR! Mister D'caht SIR!" Bubba quickly assured.

Smacking his lips in anticipation Bubba dropped down to his knees and brought his hands down on either side of Pete's rear. Two wet, meaty slaps ringing out into the air as both cheeks rippled and jiggled before the Cajun's aroused, predatory eyes. Bubba had been completely honest when he claimed the middle-aged man's posterior a work of art. Because in his humble opinion; Pete truly did possess an ass worthy of worship. A full bodied, perfectly shaped "chef-d'oeuvre". just begging to get squeezed and pleased in all the right ways.

Back when Pete had strictly been an off limits "ladies man" Bubba had nearly been driven to madness trying to control himself around it. Hands twitching and cock throbbing every time he had to watch the older man bend over for something or walk past him with that big bouncy thing following him around. But as badly as he wanted to get his hands on that sucker he had resisted. To his knowledge back then Pete was as straight an an iron rod. Wife and kids and everything.

That's why it was such a relief that night Pete had confessed to fucking his boy and a few other men in secret. That was all the preamble needed for the two of them to go at it. That first time they fooled around down in the old garage at the car lot a dream come true for Bubba as he got the chance to play out every perverse fantasy he'd come up with over the years. That event only being the first of many, many more good times they would have. Each more amazing than the last.

Speaking of which. What the hell was Bubba doing wasting his time just staring at the feast before him when he could be sampling it?! And that's exactly what he did next! Mouth watering so badly that could barley stop himself from drooling Bubba slide his fingers between the furry cheeks that had been placed before him and pried them apart. His hunger only becoming worse when he saw what laid hidden between the twin mounds of plump, springy flesh.

Pete hadn't been fibbing when he said there had been visitors to the region recently. Whoever had come and gone leaving quite the tasty mess behind. The puckering opening they'd used left sore and ruddy with a copious amount of viscous seed that oozed down the length of Pete's furrow and down, over his heavy, hanging ball sack.

This discovery only got Bubba more excited for what he was about to do. Excess saliva swallowed down thickly as he deeply inhaled the appetizing musky scent wafting up into his nose. Oh, this would be a treat! A five-star buffet that he would devour with all the gusto and energy of someone who had been starving.

Unable to hold back any longer Bubba dove forwards. An almost feral sounding growl coming out of him as his muzzle pushed it way into that cum drenched crevice he'd been charged with cleaning. As soon as he made contact the aroused gator began to feast. Tongue lashing out. Veraciously lapping and licking every last square inch of the sweetness of a post-fucked Pete D'caht's hole. A unique flavor so intoxicating that coherent thought soon faded away for bit. All of Bubba's attention solely devoted to sampling the deliciousness as much as he could.

Only after he had depleted this trove of ambrosia did the Cajun reluctantly explore other pastures. Nibbling his way to a pair of heavy balls that needed some much needed attention. Each of those precious orbs within the velvety sack laved and suckled upon reverently until he traveled back upwards. Over a sensitive perineum and back to a still very sensitive hole that was ruthlessly prodded and poked at again. This time going deeper with more aggression in hopes of finding any remaining cum that might have been missed.

Face shifting into several amusing expression during this whole assault on his lower half a shudder ran through Pete with tremendous force. The pure, unadulterated pleasure that shot through him with every lick, suck, and jab to his backside so overwhelming that he had to quickly brace himself with both hands against the wet shower stall wall before his legs fully turned to jelly.

"FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Pete groaned out when it all became too much to silently enjoy. No longer caring how he looked or sounded he moved his lower half back and forth. Repeatedly pushing back against the slick organ worming its way in and out of his sensitive hole.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!" He continued to chant. "Ya damn greedy green fucker! Yer really goin' at it tanight aint'cha!?"

"Damn right I am!" Bubba said back when he was forced to come back up for air. "Imma hungry as hell and this kiester here is da only thing juicy enough ta satisfy me!"

That was all he said on the matter too before lunging back into Pete's ass with even more force than before. Pete left with nothing to do but endure the increased vigor while continuing to shamelessly grind back against the mechanic's face with a growl of his own.

If there was one thing Pete would begrudgingly admit to it was that Bubba was far, far better than him at eating ass. It was like the man had taken some sort of master course on the subject somewhere. Anilingus 101! The way he swirled and worked his tongue over a man's pucker. The wet, slurping sounds and hard huffing that never failed to arouse. The overwhelming eagerness to go as deep as he possibly could! All of it came together to form a level of skill far surpassing anything Pete brought to that specific table.

But Pete, being the avaricious man he was, wanted more. NO! He demanded more! Reaching back he palmed Bubba's bobbing head. Grip firm and uncompromising as he held him in place to grind back on him even harder. Large, hairy butt completely smothering the moaning gator's face who happily continued devouring the pushy man's backside without an iota of resistance.

"DAT'S IT BUBS! Really dig dat tongue inta dat man-hole 'o' mine!" Pete encouraged, voice going horse from excitement. "Go on! Fuckin' do it an' don't ya fuckin' stop no matter wut! YA HEAR ME! Keep on literal-ma-ly kissin' 'm ass like its da only thing yer livin' fer!"

In response to Pete's fevered demands Bubba hummed distractedly. Thoughts hazing over as he struggled to breath. This was always the best part of sleeping with Pete. When the irritable bastard let down those impenetrable walls in the heat of the moment. Openly enjoying having his ass played with. The knowledge that he was the one who brought him such a revelation giving Bubba a transcendent high strong enough to get drunk off of.

Before he could fully fall under the mists of mindless pleasure just on the horizon thought Bubba quickly regained his senses with razor-like sharpness. He might being enjoying himself right now but there was still a job to be done. He'd come into that bathroom to help Pete feel better and what he was doing for him right now was but only the first step. No, there was something much more interesting for them to do elsewhere that morning. But in order to get to that part of the fun they needed to finish here first.

Scheming a way to move things along Bubba's hand slowly rose up from between Pete's tree trunk legs. Palm quickly wrapping around the impressively large member found hanging between the great pillars tightly so he could stroke it in time with each forward jab of his wicked tongue. A surprise trick up his sleeve that never failed to get an immediate response whenever he brought it out.

'This oughta do it!' The gator smugly said to himself. 'Never met a man alive who could resist cumming in da face of da ol' rusty trombone."

Bubba's prediction proved to be right on the money. Pete huffing and snorting up a storm as he was hit with surprise attack. A long shuddering groan following soon after as his hips starting to move back and forth, back and forth without his permission! Pete unable to control himself in that moment. Thrusting blindly into the tightness cocooning his meat before drawing back and slamming back against the ever curious appendage slithering it's way around and into his bruised pucker.

Soon the shower stall filled with a chorus of pleased moaning and heavy grunts. A salacious soundtrack backed up by the rhythmic pattering of the running shower overhead as the two men continued on without pause. Bubba doing his damnedest to dole out the best damn rimjob he could muster. Pete panting and growling appreciatively with every snap of his hips. Both working towards the goal of ridding the cat of the last vestiges of the volatile bad mood that had plagued him that entire week and doing an amazing job at it!

It took some time, but eventually this sexual frenzy reached it's stunning zenith. Throwing his head back with a deafening cry of "FUCK YEAH!" Pete rolled his lower half forwards for one last time. Deep baritone voice resonating throughout the steamy bathroom as his cock twitched and throbbed in Bubba's clenched hand.

Each hard spasm that wracked through the large man delivering a fresh voluminous spurt of thick gooey cum which splattered thickly against the tiled surface of the shower stall before running down to be washed away by the heated waters swirling down the drain.

Mercifully retreating as Pete continued to ride out this intense climax Bubba carefully rocked back onto his heals. Harsh, short breaths coming out of him while he gleefully watched the body above him shake and shudder uncontrollably thanks to his actions. The pride he felt at a job well done only growing tenfold when Pete, breathing just as hard as he was, raised an arm to peek down at him from under it during the tail end of his orgasm. A long stretch of silence passing between the two of them while they started intently into the other's eyes.

Then, with a hard exhale and a chuckle, Bubba rose. The air about him jovial and infectious as he patted Pete heartily on the butt. "So how was my performance just now Bossman?" The gator paused to lick at his fingers and enjoy the faintest hit of seed still upon them. "I'm hoping I earned myself a five-star review. Can't let my rating go down ya know."

Pete's blissful, post coital state shifted to a more annoyed one at the younger man's mocking language. Leave it to Bubba to ruin the mood with his constant need to tease everyone. But in the end he supposed he could play along. If only this once.

"Well… I 'spose it wuz okay." Pete hem-hawed around. "But iffin its a good review yer after gator man ya shoulda tried a little harder than dat ta satis-ma-fy me." He pointed to somewhere down below. "Lookit… … ..."

Brows furrowed at Pete's hand gesture Bubba lowered his sight and whistled low at the very impressive sight he found. Despite having just blown a rather sizable load only mere moments ago Pete was somehow still hard as a rock. The cat's angry, purplish head peeking out from behind the swell of his big belly as if challenging the mechanic to deal with it again.

"Then it's a good thing I ain't done with you yet now is it." Bubba declared, never one to back down from a challenge. "Giving ya a "hand" in da shower was only da beginning of da fun! We still got ourselves a whole 'nother party to head over to in da bedroom. One you ain't gonna forget."

Curious, Pete's eyebrows rose questioningly in response. "Is dat right?" He hummed. Exiting the shower he padded halfway across the bathroom before looking back. "Will, wutever it is yer cookin' up it better as hell be as good as yer last party trick."

Stepping out of the stall himself Bubba smirked. "Oh it's going to be good Bossman." He assured. Arms folded smugly over his chest. "But first we gotta get ya good and dry. Da Petit will pitch a fit if we go dripping water all over da house."

"Yeah, yeah, wutever." Pete mumbled dismissively. As if he cared about making a mess. Pj was always around to clean up after them after all. Brat would even wear a cute little apron while doing it. Pete liked that. Always gave him the excuse to initiate a game of naughty maid with the boy.

"Mind out of da gutter Petey." Bubba scolded. Knowing full well what Pete was thinking about. He liked playing maid with Pj too sometimes. "We're drying ya off and that's that."

Passing the middle-aged man as Pete took on the sulky demeanor of a child. The expression complete with pouting lips and crossed arms. Bubba quickly retrieved a fluffy towel from a nearby rack before returning to his hefty friend's side.

It was as he approached, towel in hand, that the muscular giant did something yet again that Pete wasn't expecting. Instead of handing the piece of cloth over Bubba began using it to dry his wet fur for him. Light pats and careful caresses applied here and there as the now very bewildered man went stock-still. His only movement being to lift up one arm than the other when he was gently nudged into action.

This was another one of those damn kind acts Bubba liked to bestow on him from time to time. Something infuriatingly sweet that brought about one of those frustrating queasy spells that relentlessly harassed Pete so often these days. The attentive feel of Bubba's touch leaving behind a lingering, chest squeezing warmth that felt almost too good to be true.

Experiencing all of this Pete, for the first time in a while, felt a small spark of fear run down his spine. The prospect of what he was feeling giving him flashbacks to when he'd been dating Peg and how that whole debacle had ended. If he didn't do something quick he might end up saying or doing something he couldn't take back. Or worse something he didn't want to take back! There wasn't any need to ruin this amazing little "friends with benefits" thing they had going on between them after all.

To Pete's great relief there was an easy out to his dilemma in the form of whatever unknown activity Bubba had promised earlier. Nothing like some good old fashioned lust and perversion to snuff out those softer, embarrassing feelings plaguing him right now. Or at least that's what he reasoned.

"S-So wut 'xcatly are ya plannin' ta do ta me?" The sinister man managed to choke out thickly.

Choosing not to remark on the noticeable hitch he heard Bubba got down onto one knee so he could towel off his companion's lower half. The familiar position causing a goggled eyed, shocked expression to flash across Pete's face for a moment before he realized what he was actually doing.

"It's more like what imma gonna let you to to me honestly." The southern man revealed. "Forgot ta tell ya earlier but today da mailman delivered a package from Poppa. Real. Big. Sucker."

Now that got Pete's attention! Bubba's father, Bryce Molyneux, was an avid collector of all sorts of deranged sexual contraptions and toys. The crowning jewel of his massive collection being the literal "ass-load" of dildos and butt plugs he had gathered from far and wide over the years.

There were big ones, small ones, vibrating ones, twin, triple, quadruple sided ones, glow in the dark ones, rare anime edition ones, and many, many more. Basically whatever kind of pseudo phallus one could think of he probably had it in seven different colors with matching carrying cases.

Bryce wasn't stingy when it came to sharing his hobby either. Ever since he and Pete had… become "business partners" a few months back, he had repeatedly sent them a few of his more interesting acquisitions as presents. The last of which, the "Der Ultimative Arschzerstörer 7" a real hoot and a half to use on a certain simian that needed to be taught a good, hard lesson the other day.

"How big?" Pete asked, voice suddenly taking on a deadly serious tone.

Standing upright Bubba leaned in conspiratorially. "Sixteen inches give or take." He smirked dirtily. Though not as into toys himself he still enjoyed using them from time to time. Especially after learning just how excited Pete would get when he had a brand new one to fiddle with.

"Thickness?" Was the next inquiry asked.

Two green fingers were held up in response. "Two inches." Then mulling the answer over Bubba amended that statement, adding another digit. "You know what, I think da box actually said three and a half."

Oooh, now that was big!

"Speed and thrustin' settings?" Pete demanded to know. The words coming out fast and excited as he imagined just how much that kind of girth would stretch someone's hole. "Better not be one of dem weak ass three speeds."

"Nah, it's top of da line." Bubba informed with a waggle of his eyebrow ridges. "And before ya ask da last setting is called…", He held up his hands in a ta-da gesture, "Da "Bone Rattler"!"

"Fuckin' hell! Let's fire dat bitch up!" Pete exclaimed, practically foaming from the mouth and incredibly aroused. "I wanna fuckin' rip dat hole 'o' yers open so damn wide I can jam 'm whole arm up there!"

"That's the plan my man." Bubba agreed as he rolled up the now wet towel into a ball. "So why don't you scamper off to your cozy boudoir while I get us some slick? I reason we're gonna be needing a few of them extra large bottles if we're to do things proper."

"Sounds good ta me. But don't ya dare keep me waitin' too fuckin' long." Turning, Pete stomped his way over the bathroom door, a bounce in his step, and flung it open. "I still gots m'self a fuckin' truck load 'o' stress ta work out and now dat ya told me 'bout dat new fuck stick I'm aimin' ta use dat pretty green ass of yers ta do so!"

Drinking in the sight of Pete's naked, freshly showered form framed in the doorway Bubba felt a heat of his own blossom in his chest. Lips curling into a toothy grin and eyes flashing feral for a second before he reined in his baser instincts and composed himself. It was scary just how easily Pete brought out the more primal, lustful part of his reptilian nature.

"That better not be da only load you're planning to "work" out, Cher." The mechanic quipped back with a wicked look. "I wanna whole 'nother reason ta take a shower when we're through."

For this heated response Bubba earned himself a rare genuine smile from Pete as the other man disappeared from sight. Slow, heavy footsteps traveling down the hallway. Growing softer and softer until the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing reached the gator's nonexistent ears.

Alone in the bathroom now Bubba breathed deeply and took stock of all the havoc Pete had left in his wake. Clothes flung everywhere. Water pooling into puddled on the floor. The shower still running at full speed. The whole room was a complete disaster area if there ever was one.

"Swear that man makes his way home like a typhoon crashing through a glass factory." The large man bemusedly remarked. "Just fortunate he has me and da Petit here to pick up after him or else he'd be neck deep in garbage."

Giving a quick sigh and chuckle Bubba hastily picked up the mess surrounding him. First by fishing out a sopping wet pair of pants he found in the toilet. A very unpleasant task. Then by gathering up a rumpled, cum stained shirt which was used to sop up the water collecting on the floor. The whole mess of soiled clothing, along with the towel they'd also used, tossed into the hamper before he washed his hands and left the room. Tail once again preforming a clever trick and flicking off the light as he passed by the switch.

Emerging out into the nearly pitch black hallway Bubba made a direct beeline for the linen closet that doubled at the household's makeshift sex supply store. Lube, wipes, fresh blankets, extra toothbrushes for guests that had to wash certain things out of their mouths. A much needed reserve of dirty paraphernalia that they were always sure to keep well stocked considering just how much hanky-panky they got up to on the regular.

Halfway through this short journey however something caught Bubba's attention. A thin strip of light appearing on a nearby wall that came from Pj's bedroom door as said boy warily ducked his head out from behind that barrier in his usual sheepish manner.

"Well, "comment ça va" Petite!" Bubba friendly greeted the younger man. Giving Pj a once over the Cajun took delight in seeing that he was only wearing a slightly too small superhero tee that showed off the bottom of his belly and even tighter matching briefs.

"You and Bradley finish up that cam call you was doing?" The older man added with a smirk. "I know how keen you boys were on fiddling with yourselves over da internet together."

Pj's cheeks took on a rosy color at discovering Bubba knew precisely what he and his nephew had been up to that night. "Um, yeah. W-We just said goodbye a minute ago." He said. fully emerging from his room. "Now I'm looking for dad. I… sorta heard him coming home earlier and he sounded kinda… um… ahh —"

" — More pissed off than a bull that got its nuts stuck in a vice?" Bubba provided with another one of his creative, southern spun idioms. When Pj blushed even harder the gator reached over to ruffle the fur atop the teen's head. "Yeah, I noticed that too Pj honey. Hard not to with da way he came thundering in."

Being the adult he was and as such too old for such childish affections Pj huffily batted Bubba's invasive hand away with a pout. One almost the spitting image of his father's, the mechanic noted. "Um yeah." He mumbled. "Is he still upset? Because If he is I was planning to… you know. Do something to make him feel better."

Never one to pass up a golden opportunity to poke fun at someone a little Bubba made a puzzled face in response to Pj's words. "Oh? And just exactly what were you planning on doing?" He inquired. "Make him a batch of cupcakes? Get him a beer? Maybe massage them big old smelly "pattes" of his? Oh-oh! Or… maybeeee ya'll could —"

Listing off several more completely innocent ideas, Bubba took great amusement in the way Pj got more and more flustered as he went on. It amazed the Cajun how even after doing all those naughty things he'd done with who knows how many men over the last year how the boy still had trouble voicing certain dirty acts aloud. It was actually pretty damn cute when he thought about it.

Bubba did eventually show mercy on the little guy however. Not at all sure just how much longer he could hold back urge to break out into a full fit of giggle at the younger D'caht's expense.

" — Or… perhaps ya'll were planning on letting your daddy bend ya over and pound them sweet, chubby cheeks of yours like da bongos?" He suggested at last. "Ya know, like you usually do?"

There was a small pause between of two of them before Pj chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "Y-Yeah." He admitted. "Won't be the first time I've done it either. Sorta leaves me a little sore after but its the best way to make Dad feel better sometimes."

Stepping closer Bubba playfully chucked Pj under the chin for that sort of reasoning. "Ya know something Petite? You're sweeter than a cake made of sugar and honey." He said softly. "But don't you go worrying yourself about that daddy of yours. Bubba's gonna take care of him for you."

Heavy grunting suddenly began drifting up from somewhere below the pair after that. An amorous commotion that sounded suspiciously like healthy, eager young man participating in something delightfully sinful. Cries that only growing louder and more frantic as the time went on.

"Anyway…" Bubba continued with a big fat wink. "Imma betting there's somewhere else you'd rather be at this moment, cha? Maybe stuck between a certain "Macaque" and whichever one of your little pals he's showing a good time to?"

Gaze flitting between the stairs at the end of the hall and back to Bubba several times Pj whimpered. Feet shuffling in place as he listened to what was happening right under their feet. What were Moose and Billy doing that made that much noise? He wondered. Were they jerking off like he had been or doing something much more complicated. Perhaps involving on of them embedding their cook good and deep in the other?

"Yoooooou sure you got it handled." Pj asked once it all became to much for him to resist. "I mean… if you need my help I'm more than happy to —"

Getting behind the distracted young man Bubba firmly pushed him towards the steps and his friends. "Son, like I said; I got your Daddy's bad mood dealt with." He reassured. "Now go on and have yourself a grand ol' time with that beau of yours. Remind him again why he can't get enough of that sweetness you got."

Only needing that one literal push to get going Pj raised up to his tiptoes to give a bent down Bubba a quick kiss on the cheek before scampering off. Tighty-whitey clad bottom watched closely with ever increasing merriment by the green scaled man as he bounded down the hall and down the stairs faster that most would assume he could move.

Kiss he received still lingering on his skin Bubba shook his head with some humor and silently continued his trip to thee supply closet. Pj certainly had come a long way since that day the two of them had officially met down at the used cart lot. Their encounter just now being a prime example. Kid hadn't even blinked an eye when he came across Bubba without a stitch of clothing on in his house. Just casually conversed with him about having sex with his own father before running off to get his chunky ass pounded by two other men.

Thinking of tail end of conversation Bubba came to a sudden realization about something he had said just before Pj had left. A title he'd used for the boy that he had never used before. Yes, without even noticing it he had called him "Son". Not "Garcon" or some other similar word he could partially hide the meaning behind a cloak of southern tinged cadence. But actually "Son"!

The word has just slipped out to be honest. However as Bubba opened up the closet door and collected a few lube bottles of EZ-Slide™ he realized that yes, he did think of Pj as his own. How couldn't he after all the time they had spent together. Days of talking, eating, watching TV together. Of them kissing and snuggling in bed after a fun romp in the sheets. Okay, that last one was a bit our of the ordinary, but still.

Then there were his feelings towards Pete. They weren't dating or anything per say. But what they were doing sure as hell felt close to it. Spending every day down at the lot together. Driving home together. Eating supper together. Even going to a bar for a quick drink once or twice. An unspoken bond developing between them along the way that coupled with his parental feelings for Pj and even Moose on the occasion, led Bubba to counting them all as family. If only in his own mind at the moment.

Pleased by the heat this revelation caused inside him Bubba practically skipped the rest of the way over to the master bedroom. Eagerness he now felt to spend more time with Pete even greater than before as he pushed open the door and entered. It quickly sealed again moments later so that there wouldn't be anymore interruptions. Pj's concern had been sweet but right now it was the adult's time to get down to business.

Now standing in the dimly lit room beyond the hallway Bubba was pleasantly surprised by what was awaiting him there. On the bed was Pete of course. The older man's bare body comfortable reclined against the pillows at the headboard with his leg's spread apart invitingly. But that wasn't the most appetizing thing he saw. Proud and tall between the other man's legs was his still very much erect maleness. Pete lazily stroking the turgid shaft with a single one of his large fingers as it dribbled an impressive quantity of precum from it's blunt, bloated head.

"Took ya long 'nough ta get yer ass in here." Pete complained in lieu of a nicer greeting. Bringing a pre covered finger to his mouth he took a long moment to completely lick it clean before pulling it free with a wet pop. "Wuz jus 'bout ta say da hell wid ya and jerk m'self off instead."

Though well aware he hadn't been that long Bubba still offered up an apologetic look in response to the accusation. Wouldn't do to upset Pete again at this pivotal moment. Especially when he was all warmed up and ready for some "Good Loving" as the gator's dearly departed Pappy would put it.

"Sorry about da wait Cher. But I had to deal with our Petite for a bit first." Bubba explained with a shoulder shrug. "Boy was asking after ya, ya know."

There was a dismissive puff. "More like da little slut wuz lookin' ta get dicked again by yers truly." Pete insisted. "Wut ya tell'im?

"Told him not to fret then sent him off to play with his little friends." Strutting over to the bed Bubba deposited his cargo of lube onto it before joining Pete on top. "Knowing them young fellas they're probably right in da thick of things as we speak."

Considering his slutty prodigy for a moment Pete sniggered evilly. Vivid imagery of what might be going on downstairs popping up in his mind. Bubba was wright. Knowing Moose and that idiot friend of his they had jumped Pj the second the boy had come downstairs. His son's chubby body ending up passed back and forth between the two slightly older men as they took turns breeding that plump bottom of his like the sexed up little horndogs they were.

"Remind me ta check cameras three, four, five an'… two hundred and forty-six later." Pete instructed with a sinister aura about him. "Gotta make sure dem brats are treating my boy right. Dat an' I'm bettin' it'll be hot as fuck ta watch'um go at it."

"Humm-humm no doubt about that Bossman. No doubt." Bubba agreed. "But still Imma betting they can't hold a candle to how damn hot ya'll are looking right now." Crawling his was between Pete's splayed legs he gave the man a good long look over. "Wagging that big dick around in front of Bubba like that. Almost as if you're trying to hypnotize me."

Arms placed behind his head Pete smugly peered down over the crest of his belly. "Shoulda known you'd be hankerin' fer a taste of da old shlong next." Rocking his hips from side to side he made his cock sway from side to side like a metronome. "Guess eatin' out my sloppy as fuck, cum filled ass weren't enough fer ya, wuz it?"

"Oh, that treat was merely da appetizer, "Mon grand beau Chaton"." Bubba matter-of-factually stated while lowering himself onto his own stomach. "This beauty here…" Leaning forward he slowly ran his tongue up one side of his bedmate's meat then down the other in one fluid motion. "...Well it's da main course! A real, thick, juicy, meaty sucker that's making my mouth water something fierce."

Moving unexpectedly fast Bubba lunged forwards with an animalistic growl and took Pete's unsuspecting cock into his maw without a hint of warning. The other man barely able to react to what was happening before the amorous reptile began sucking on it with as much force as "gatorly" possible. Long, slithering tongue wrapping around and massaging the heated member while he rapidly bobbed his head up and down over it with alarming speed.

"HOLY FUCKIN' HELL BUBS!" Pete hissed out through clenched teeth. "Warn a man next time 'fore ya go at there pud like sum thirsty ass bitch, will ya?!"

Even with his complaints though Pete was fast to adjust to the ambush fellatio. Digging his heels into the bed's soft surface he reclined further against the headboard. Hands going up to his chest as he got comfortable. Each of the dark, sensitive nubs found there taken between his index fingers and thumbs to be twisted and tugged at mercilessly. Jolts of pleasure and pain mixing together as he enjoyed the wonderfully wicked wet sensations coming from up from his groin.

Gazing up while he nursed on the thrilling thickness trapped between his jaws Bubba rumbled excitedly. Tail thumping behind him as the took enormous delight in just how worked up Pete was getting during his expertly given blowjob. Big body all hot and sweaty. Rough face slack with unguarded pleasure as he fondled his chest. Spreading his legs wider and wider with an unspoken invitation for Bubba to go down on him as far as he could. It was just so damn sexy as Bubba had put it earlier.

Bubba wasn't one to deny Pete his demand to be deep throated either. Though despite his experiences he did have some trouble doing the deed. Pete's penis wasn't the longest one he had ever taken down his gullet in his time. That honored belonged to one of the his numerous relatives down south. But what he lacked in comparative length Pete more than made up for in sheer girth. Bubba actually struggling a little to relax his jaws enough to get that thick organ to slide those last few remaining inches until his green snout was hotly huffing and puffing into the unruly bush of pubic hair surrounding the massive tool's base.

For all of Bubba's effort Pete ended up doing some huffing and puffing for himself. Toes curling and fingers pinching his nipples to a near bruising degree he quickly came to realize just how dangerously close he was getting to blowing his second load of that night. The distinct tingling sensation down in his balls that he had long seance learned by heart threatening to boil over almost too much for him to withstand.

Oh, how easy would it have been for him to just let it all go? Seed fired off into the sinfully sweet suckling heat encompassing his aching manhood. Choking Bubba with a flood of heady, creamy goodness he seemed so intent on draining right out of him.

But as tempting as all that was Pete was not about to give up the fight that easily. Why you wonder? It was simple. He wasn't happy with his current score during this little playdate.

After having made him cum so spectacularly in the shower Bubba now had the lead on him. The imaginary scoreboard in Pete's head showing a total of one to zero in the younger man's favor. Pete wouldn't let that sort of thing stand no way, no how! He was the stud when it came to the two of them. The Master of Fuckery! The King of Carnality! The Duke of Dicking bitches down! There was no way in hell he was going to get upstaged by some smarmy lizard looking to usurp his self-appointed crown! Even if he was doing an amazing job at sucking his dick!

Fighting back from the brink of orgasm with great difficulty Pete launched his own counterattack in response to Bubba's earlier assault! One hand shooting down to slap hard against a green forehead so he could roughly shove away the eager mouth sucking away at his twitching, pulsing meat with a low warning growl.

Repelled from the tasty treat he'd been enjoying so, so very much Bubba begrudgingly allowed Pete's penis to slip free from his lips with an obscenely moist pop. A pleased, knowing grin soon forming as he stared up at the other man. Clearly telling him without actually telling him that he knew exactly why he'd been forced withdraw from the cat's nether regions so suddenly.

"Something da matter, Cher?" Bubba queried with faux innocence. "Ya need a breather or something? Is little ol' Bubba coming on too hot and heavy for ya to handle Old Man?"

To the teasing man's surprise Pete refused to even acknowledge the bait dangled in front of his nose and asked his own question. "W-Where's dat thing yer Pop's sent us?" He said, slightly out of breath. "R-Reckon it's 'bout time I get ta using in on dat ass 'o' yers. See hows much you. Can. Handle."

"Put it in da toy chest for safe keeping." Shifting back up onto his knees Bubba motioned over to the other side of the room with his chin. "And don't you worry. Bubba didn't dare open it. I know how ya get a kick outta doing that yourself. Almost as bad as a kid around Christmastime.", A small chuckle, "You're just about as cute as one too sometimes."

"Smart man Molyneux." Pete said approvingly. However, upon realizing that he was being mocked the he quickly scowled. "Fuckin' asshole. Yer gonna pay double fer dat now. Nah, ya know wut? Make it triple fer dat "Old man" crack!"

"You talking to me or my derriere, mon ami?" Was Bubba's amused retort. "Because if it's da latter then I don't think he's carrying any cash on him. Though I haven't checked between da cheeks lately."

Pete grimaced in the face of such a lame, almost dad level, joke. "Idiot…" He grumbled. "Now yer payin' quadruple."

Shooting a dirty look when he got another chuckle for his threat Pete swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Grumpily padding his way over to the closet. The view of his large, rounded buns as he walked away earning him a cheeky wolf whistle that he mouthed a curse to while opening the twin folding doors and bending over to look through the large, leather chest he kept hidden inside.

Scouring this chest for several long minutes Pete tossed many vibrators, porn magazines, and other x-rated brick-a-brac over his shoulder without heed. His only concern being the one object he was looking for which, after pushing aside an S&M mask, he finally found. A large, rectangular box covered in bubbly Korean letters and a catoony caricatures of an anime anus which he lifted up with almost reverent awe. The items sheer weight and size already making him excited as he spun back around towards the bed. Bits of cardboard sent flying as he rushed to get at the prize hidden inside.

'Oh yeah, this is gonna be a night to remember.' Bubba thought. Just as ready to test it out as Pete was.

Last scraps of packaging disposed of as he reached the bed Pete took a second to admire the treasure he'd uncovered before continuing. Bryce's present was quite the high-tech little item. An impressively long and durable looking, neon pink dildo with strategically placed ridges and grooves meant to heighten the sensations one would receive when shoved into whatever willing orifice deemed worth to accept it's entire sixteen inches of glory. All you had do do was fire it up with the matching remote it came with it and watch on as it wreaked havoc!

Shifting his focus away from the impressive device and over to Bubba again Pete sent him a smoldering look. A prolonged, heated expression that clearly told the younger man just where the fake phallus he held was going to end up and just how hard and rough he was going to be while getting it there.

Fully on board with that idea Bubba quickly got into position without having to be asked. Hulking body shifting around with incredible grace until he was on all fours. Legs apart and well-sculpted ass pointed straight in Pete's direction as he lifted his tail high into the air to fully expose the seldom seen pucker hidden underneath.

Drawn like a moth to the flame by such a submissive display Pete closed the distance between them in a single heartbeat. Both the dildo and matching remote carefully placed off to the side so that he could drop down into a squat behind his willing companion. Nose hovering scant milometers away from the tan underside of the alligator's parted valley which he examined with intense scrutiny.

Most of the time Pete would have gotten right to the point and rammed home whatever toy they had chosen to use without any prep. It wasn't Bubba's first rodeo and the mechanic claimed to like the burn of being suddenly breached.

That time though, considering the size of his newest acquisition, they'd have to use a little more finesse if they were going to make this all work. That... and truth be told… now that he was face to caboose with the firm, green hued rump in front of him, Pete was struck with an intense craving to return the favor that had so generously been paid to him back in the shower just a short time ago.

Heeding this siren's call Pete took a deep breath and plunge in. Obscenely moist slurping and pig-like snorts coming forth as he shoved his face between Bubba's asscheeks and chowed down on the tender, hairless crevice with unmatched frenzy and lewdness.

Taken by complete surprise when his rear end was devoured by some ravenous beast from behind Bubba felt all of the air leave his lungs in a whoosh. Clawed fingers digging into the comforter. Threatening to tear it as he instinctively raised his tail up even higher to give the wicked man motor-boating his cheeks as much unhindered access as he wanted.

It was rare for Bubba to end up on the receiving end of this sort of activity. Most of the people he charmed into bed assuming he was strictly a top thanks to an intimidating physique and colossal swinging cock. An erroneous presumption that he usually let fly if only because he had long since grown tired of having to convince them that, yes, he did enjoy getting his ass ate out and screwed just as much as he liked being the one doing both!

Pete though… heh. With him that hadn't even been an issue. Sure the first time they had screwed around Bubba had been the one on top. Pete was just so damned insistent about that. But the very next day he had strong-armed Bubba over to the nearest workbench and pounded his ass all that afternoon.

From there on out it was a tossup on which one of them would be taking charge during any of their sexy rendezvous. Sometimes Bubba would be flung down onto the floor on his back and get his legs lifted into the air. Sometimes Pete would be slammed against the nearest wall and fucked until he painted its surface white with his seed. A spontaneous dichotomy that Bubba was forever grateful for whenever they got the hankering to fool around.

Speaking of their little romps. Pete was certainly on his game that morning. One moment teasing and licking at Bubba's puckering hole with long, lazy swipes of the tongue before suddenly shifting gears on him and going out whole hog! Noisily drilling and probing and jabbing at his target wildly again and again. The pleasure he gave with every tap delivered only growing when fingers joined in on the exploration. One, than two of the probing appendages slipping their way into the tight rear entrance as well. Stretching and pulling at the reluctant ring of muscle until it gave in and began to loosen up for what still laid ahead.

Pretty soon this was almost too much for even someone like Bubba to take on the chin. The way his cock gave a pulsing jump between his legs alerting him of an impending orgasm building down below. "FUCK! Petey honey stop! S-Slow down for me for a sec!" He half begged. Half laughed. "If ya don't Imma gonna end up busting a nut before we even get started!"

Hearing the frantic pleas from the man he was thoroughly unraveling Pete showed a rare hint of mercy and finally relented. Face dripping with spittle he drew back with his most triumphant of smiles on display. Smug pride radiating off of him as he looked over the ass he had just pigged out on.

Oh yeah! He was the Duke of Dicking down once more! An unchallenged, unparalleled grad-A studmuffin able to effortlessly drive any slut he came across into a fit of uncontrollable sexual hysterics with only the power of a few well placed licks of his tongue and some clever fingering.

"Ya sure 'bout dat Young Man." Pete said, parodying the earlier insult towards his age. "I can go easy on ya iffin dat's wut ya really want. Ya damn little lightweight."

"Va te faire foutre connard!" Bubba growled, a playful glare slung back at the other man. "Don't you dare take it easy on me! I ain't no pushover! I'm just —"

" — Eager ta get dat beauty of a dildo crammed up inside of ya?" Pete cut in as he proudly basked in his small victory. It wasn't often he got one up on his reptilian friend. "Damn! Didn't think ya were dat big of-ah whore Bubs! Almost as bad as dat slutty boy 'o' mine."

"Now we both know I ain't as bad as that one Cher." Bubba joked back weakly. He really had almost lost it back there. His dick still twitching as he tried his best to recover. "I… I just know how badly ya'll are looking forward to trying it out and Bubba… heh, would hate to ruin da mood by finishing too fast on ya."

Pete gave Bubba's left ass cheek a quick squeeze. "Again, yer a smart man Molyneux." He complimented. "An a smart fucker like you… heh-heh-heh, deserves ta be rewarded!"

Reaching over for the item he'd soon be ramming base deep into his ready and willing companion Pete took a few moments to admire the thing again. Its cylindrical form held up so he could peer down its length as if examining the sights of a rifle. Pete knew quality when he saw it and this dildo was topnotch. Perfectly balanced as all things should be. Good, sturdy grip. Best of all it was pre-charged so it was ready to go right out of the box.

Pete knew the prefect spot to display this little baby in his collection. Right on the top shelf of the ornate, backlit glass display case he kept down in the dungeon between the "Tronco de árbol invasivo" and "Hard and Heavy Hole Splitter deluxe". That was, of course, after he made good and sure to put it through all of it's paces first.

Noticing Bubba begin to squirm in what he assumed to be anticipation Pete smiled sinisterly. Eyes piratically glinting with evil intent as he eyed the backside he'd soon be ruining. Seemed that someone was eager for him to get started. Well good! He liked it when Bubba got like this. Gone was all of his smart talk and teasing. That cool as ice demeanor he was so proud of. All of it flushed down the crapper so that he could give into true need to get used like some sort of thirsty ass whore. A desire Pete was going to take full advantage of as soon as he was sure the other man was ready.

Clenching the dildo betwixt his teeth like some buccaneer's sword Pete snatched up the closest of the bottles of lube Bubba had brought and set to work. Thumb flicking up the opaque container's lid before he turned the whole thing upside down and squeezed. A long, stretchy glob of slick ooze dripping down through the air until it landed dead center between Bubba's parted cleft.

When a shiver and hiss came from Bubba as the clear substance made contact Pete chuckled lowly at him. "S'it too cold?" He asked around the item between his lips. "Woulda warmed it up first but ya seemed ta gettin' real antsy fer me ta get started. Heh-heh."

"Don't worry I'll live Peaty." Bubba said with a quick shake of his head. "Just means you're gonna have some extra work to do in warming my "Trou de cul" up enough to get that new toy up inside of me."

"'Spose dem frilly words mean asshole or sumthin', right?" Pete mumbled. Annoyed at yet another unknown phrase being spouted off at him. Tossing the now empty bottle he opened another one and continued. "Either way ya better knock it off wid da calling me Petey crap." He growled. "Ya know how much I fuckin' hate being called dat!"

A finger slipped into Bubba's unsuspecting bottom suddenly. The invading digit hooked and wriggled around with harsh twists of the wrist while Pete chuckled darkly. "All I wanna hear comin' out 'o' dat snaggletoothed maw of yers is "SIR yes SIR!" or sumthin' similar. You gots dat soldier!?" He followed up. Each word he spoke punctuated by a hard forwards jabs of his occupied finger. "'Cause from dis point on you ain't nuffin' but my big green bitch!"

Bubba went rigid as steel hearing the authoritative tone Pete's rough, gravely voice took on just now. Body taunt and eyes locked straight ahead as he held himself at attention. Ready for whatever first command he would be given.

This was another one of those dirty little games they liked to play. Soldier and Drill Instructor. An act that hearkened back to their halcyon days at boot camp when Bubba had just been another soldier and Pete his hard-assed CO. Just a shame they hadn't been having this sort of fun back then. Would have made all those long days marching around int the mud and dirty a hell of a lot more interesting.

Snapped back to the present when a hand came down on his ass Bubba quickly barked out a response to the harsh question he'd been asked. "Understood SIR, Sargent D'caht, SIR!" He said, voice raised. "Promise there won't be a lick of insubordination from me from now on SIR!"

"That's a good man Molyneux." Was Pete's gruff, growly response to such delicious submission. Spitting the dildo into his unoccupied hand he tapped it against Bubba's ass a few times. Allowing him feel its size against his scales for a moment. "Now keep dat tail 'o' yers up good and high while I endy-devor ta pry open dis tight pussy youse got yerself here. Dis thing here ain't gonna be easy ta get in ya."

Bubba gulped hard and nodded. "SIR yes SIR!"

Silence falling upon the two with that exchange Pete furrowed his brows and set to task. Taking two of his fingers he ran it up and down Bubba's crack a few times. Slow as slow can be. The lube still oozing its way down the slick tench gathered up and used to grease the digits way back into the puckering hole found at its center. The pair stretching the tight ring of muscle once more before a third joined them. Then a forth. More and more lubrication from another opened bottle applied when necessary until Pete could effortlessly slide half of his hand in and out of Bubba with noisy wet slurps and moist, bubbly pops.

"Heh-heh-heh! Well, won't ya lookit dat!" Pete said. Arm now moving back and forth like a piston as he partially fist fucked the ass before him. "Yer really opening up real nice fer me taday Bubs! Pretty soon I'm gonna be able ta get 'm whole arm up yer ass like you wuz one 'o' dem "handy" puppet things they gots on TV."

"I… I think da words you're groping for is "Muppet" Petey. AH-AH! I-I mean SIR!" Bubba lightly corrected as he strained to endure what was happening to his body. It always felt so intense when Pete stretched him like this and he loved it! "Buuuuut…. wouldn't it be an awful, awful shame ta for that to happen? Won't be able ta feel Papa's toy properly if imma too loose."

Pete slowed, seeing the logic in that statement. He was as curious about fisting as the next man but right now he wanted to test out his new gift more than anything. "Ya'know sumthin' Suitcase yer absolutely right!" He agreed. "But let's see how yer doin' real quick first 'fore I decide ta move on."

The fingers deeply plundering Bubba's innards were roughly yanked free at that moment. The wetness covering them flicked carelessly to the floor so that Pete could properly survey the delicious damage he had wrought. To his extreme delight the area around the Cajun's pucker was now an angry red color and dripping wet with lube. The once tight opening left gaping and vulnerable as it tried his damndest to regain it's original shape. A truly beautiful sight to the middle-aged man's lecherous eyes.

"Alright! Things are lookin' real good back here! Real good!" Pete announced. Standing fully upright he stretched for a moment. Back aching a little from having been bent over for so long. "Think yer finally ready fer da main star of da show!"

"Damn right I am "Mon Cher"." Bubba snapped back hotly. His ass was itching something terrible and he wanted, nay needed, to get filled again and quickly! "Just please… please hurry it along! Don't go keeping ol' Bubba waiting."

Another hard, thunderous thwack landed on Bubba's left buttock for that little command. "Who da fuck do ya think ya are orderin' me 'round like dat Molyneux!" Pete shot back sternly. "I'm da one in charge 'round these parts, member? Iffin ya ever diser-ma-spect yer commandin' officer like dat again yer ass is goin' back out inta da hallway! Ya hear me!?"

"Sorry SIR!" Bubba said, almost whimpering. Oh how good it felt being under someone's control like this. If only for a short time and only with Pete. Despite all the underhanded, shady crap the older man got up to Bubba somehow trusted him completely. "I won't ever let it happen again SIR, Sergeant D'caht, SIR!"

"Damn right you ain't!" Pete harrumphed.

Brandishing the sex toy in his hand Pete took his sweet time applying a generous helping of lube to it's long, elegant shaft. The third bottle competently emptied like the first two and tossed down to the carpeted floor. The long, excruciating minutes that followed passed by ominously as the "slick-slick" sound from Pete's hand gliding up and down over the dildo's bright pink length filled both men's hearing.

To Bubba, this period felt like it was taking forever. The tip of his tail twitching left and right as the cool air in the room ghosted over his slicked up, dilated rectum. Then it finally began! Pete's dirty chuckle coming from somewhere behind him as the blunt, expertly molded crown of the dildo he wielded was swiped across the bruised and angry flesh of his hole a few times. Teasing him. Taunting him. Before it was roughly inserted. One firm, hard push causing what felt like about half of the unyielding sixteen inch long rod to slowly sink into him without any hesitation on Pete's part.

Bubba however, wasn't having the easiest time. Feeling as if he were being split apart the large, usually composed man slapped his palm against the softness of the bed under him. A snarling curse coming as the thickness of this father's present steadily stretched him open even more than Pete's fingers had moments before. It soon going deeper and deeper and deeper as said "evil" man continued pushing forwards.

"Merde! Merde! MERDE!" Bubba cussed. The words leaving him like some sort of mantra as tears began to form in the corners of his eyes. "Whooooo-weeeeeee! Now don't that just hit da spot!"

"Oh it ain't hitting da spot jus yet Snaggletooth." Pete informed. Tongue stuck out in deep, thoughtful concentration. "Still got a whole 'nutter eight inches ta go b'fore I can start aimin' fer dat."

"Than ya better keep on a-pushing!" Bubba insisted hotly. "I wanna feel dat sucker yer using up in my belly before we're through!'

Though annoyed at being told what to do yet again Pete begrudgingly let it go this time and decided to give Bubba what he was begging for. Manic expression overtaking his features he slowly pulled the thick dildo from the tight confines of the tunnel it had been occupying. This retreat only stopping when just the very tip remained inside of the gator. Then with a snarl it returned! The forced used to thrust it back in causing another few inches to embed itself into Bubba's body before it was yanked out and plunged back in again. A rotation Pete gladly repeated over and over. In and out! In and out! IN AND OUT! Faster and faster and faster!

But this royally hard fucking was only part what Pete had lined up for Bubba that morning. Ramming the rod all the way to the hilt at long last he quickly reasoned it was time they saw just how good its vibration and thrusting functions worked. The small remote he had retrieved while reaming out Bubba's hole fingered excitedly as he read the various settings listed on it.

"Think I'm gonna start ya off slow dis time." Pete proclaimed with an evil sounding chortle. "Consider it a thanks fer takin' da time ta come an' cheer me up when I came home all fuckin' pissed."

Hearing Pete's reveal Bubba froze in place. A worried expression forming on his face when he realized that the older man knew what he'd been doing. Given Pete's nature, having him aware that you were trying to manipulated him could end up very, very bad for you. Even if said attempt on your part was only in his best interest.

"So… ya noticed what I was doing then?" Bubba asked fearing the worse.

However, instead of enacting some sort of horrific revenge for all his trickery Pete gently placed a hand on Bubba's bottom. Rubbing him there almost tenderly. "I ain't no fuckin' idiot Jake." Came a gruff, quiet response. "It wuz just wut I needed even iffin I didn't want it. Ya… ya always know 'cactly wut I need."

For nearly a minute Bubba was left speechless. Both because Pete had addressed him using his real name and because he had actually shown him sincere gratitude. It was so rare to hear him say either of those things much less say them in such a soft, caring manner.

"Pete?" Bubba started to say, a little in awe. "I never knew you could be so — AH-AHHHHHHH!

Before Bubba could go too far with whatever sappy sentiment he was about to say Pete interrupted by pushing a button on the remote two times. Its electronic signal taking less than a split second to cause the oversized dildo currently inside the mechanic to come alive. A whirling, buzzing sound erupting forth from it as Bubba shouted out in surprise from all the sudden movement going on inside of him.

"Alright, dat's-a-nough-ah-dat!" Pete hastily declared as he did his best to will away the bothersome heat threatening to show on his cheeks. "We ain't here fer an aftershool special Bubs. Nah, dis here is a fuck-fest and I wanna see how badly I can fuck ya up wid dis new fuck stick!"

Moment ruined. If only romantically. Bubba chuckled wryly at the sudden one-eighty. "Should have known you being sweet wouldn't last long, "Mon grand beau Chaton."." He said with a small smile. "But alright "Sarge"! Let's get back on topic, oui? What settings is that sweet little joystick on right now?"

"It's only on da second setting." Pete said, examining the remote. "Here's da forth. Any good?"

Pete pressed the up button two more times in a row. The small LED display on the remote changing from a two to a four when he did. Bubba instantly giving a hard, growly grunt as a rapid thrusting joined in on the wild quivering deep inside of him. The whole thing also doubling in speed as it worked it's magic.

"Holy-moly ain't that a kicker?!" The mechanic said, a slight crack in his voice. "B-But why are ya still holding back on Bubba? Come on "Sir"! Please! Won't ya give me a bit more?"

"Well, since yer askin' fer it real pretty-like why not? Let's switch-er up all da way ta eight an' see how ya take it!" Four more presses of the button and the dildo's reverberating buzz grew even louder. Its sound something more akin to a lawnmower going off at full throttle than a simple martial aid's.

"GOD DAMN!" Pete swore loudly. Surprised at the way the dildo half sticking out of Bubba's hole wildly shook and wobbled around like a second tail. "Look at dat baby ozzy-ma-late! Almost like one 'o' dem electric blenders we mix up margy-ritas with down at da lot!"

Seizing the running toy by the base Pete marveled at how the powerful vibrations coming from it traveled halfway up his arm. The effect growing even more prominent when, getting curious, he increased the speed to ten. The pink pillar of silicon almost threatening to slip free from his grip and Bubba's innards as it became slightly unstable.

"Feel's like there's a goddamned jackhammer going off down there!" Bubba ground out halfway through a series of soft moans. "Oh, and da way its stretching me!? Fucking hell "Sarge" I swear imma gonna end up looser than a two-dollar hooker coming home from da docks da morning after payday!"

"Think ya can be a little more 'spiffic there Bubs?" Pete joked back with a smirk. Tightening his grip he moved the vibrating device in his hand back and forth into Bubba at varying angles in hopes of finding the perfect sweet spot. "Didn't quite pick up wut ya wuz tryin' ta say though ta be honest. Maybe ya should try vocal-la-my-zin' wut ya mean a little better."

Twisting his wrist one more time Pete grinned in victory upon finally finding the little bundle of nerves that had been eluding him for far too long. Bubba reacting to his discovery by throwing his head back with a deep, guttural groan. The first of many to come out of him as Pete started pummeling the unprotected little bud without any hint of letting up. The blunt, shuddering head of the dildo he used ruthlessly hammering away until Bubba was transformed into nothing more by a moaning, sputtering, cursing mess atop the bed. Sweat pouring down his muscular back and head thrashing about madly while he slammed back to meet the thing being rammed in and out of his body with unequaled enthusiasm.

"Look at ya! Yer nuffin' but a big fuckin' slut! Ya know dat!?" Pete taunted. Unable to pass up the chance to give Bubba a taste of being teased. "Yer always actin' all cool and smart 'round utters but when it's jus you 'n' me like this…" Snarling he shoved the dildo all the way in to the hilt had as can be. "...Yer nuttin' but a'nutter thirsty ass bitch beggin' fer a man like me ta give to ya all fuckin' night long!"

"Oh you certainly got my number there "Sir"!" Lifting his lower half higher, trying to get Pete to go even deeper, Bubba rested his chin on his folded arms. Face content as he moved his hips with great purpose. Fully enjoying the unyielding hardness penetrating him. "Nothing but Pete D'caht's big ol, slutty bitch!"

The dildo's speed was increased another few notches. The force of its vibrations now traveling all the way up to Pete's shoulder. "DAMN RIGHT YA ARE!" The cat hollered back. "Wonder wut people would say iffin they could see ya now? Big ass muscleman like you wid his kiester in da air. Fuckin' himself on a big fat fake dick like sum subby little cockhound!"

"Probably think that Bubba was da luckiest man alive!" The Cajun simply supplied. "Especially when he has himself a big, strong, handsome man like you standing right next to me. Don't know what I'd do without ya Cher! Honest and true."

Pete felt a strange sensation in his chest at hearing Bubba say that. An intense, all encompassing warmth that had nothing to do with lust or any other carnal feelings filling him. A solid lump forming in his throat for a moment or two before he forcefully swallowed it down. The gulp he took only helping a little as he felt a burn start to blossom in its place.

Unable to stop himself as this feeling continued to spread Pete tapped the remote two more times in quick succession. The infamous "Bone Rattler" setting finally achieved as he reached down and grabbed Bubba's shoulders. A hard grunt coming out of both of them as the younger man was pulled up onto his knees. Broad, sweaty back pressing flush against Pete's furry front as he wrapped his arms around the other man from behind. Several kisses and heated bites delivered at the mechanic's shoulder blades before he said something that surprised them both.

"Fuck me!" Pete vehemently demanded.

Bubba's eyes went wide as a scorching heat erupted throughout his loins. "Y-Ya sure about that Cher?" He asked. Peering over his shoulder as he did. "You said so yourself; You've had company back there already. Which judging from how mad you was imma betting it wasn't all that pleasant company either."

Stepping back Pete roughly spun the larger man around and moved in fast. Thick lips crashing together with Bubba's in a prolonged sloppy kiss. "Ain't da same when it's you." He said with a mumble as they parted. "So jus fuckin' do it Bubs and do it good! I wanna ferget dat them S.O.Bs ever fuck-I-nated me last night!"

That confirmation was all Bubba needed to agree to such an earnest demand. Not that he really had a choice in the matter. When Pete wanted to get his ass pounded. As sporadic as that was. It was going to happen and you best just perform just the way he wanted or else there'd be trouble

"H-H-How do ya want it?" Bubba asked him. The words coming out rough thanks to the continued sensations coming from under his tail. "B-Bent over da bed like da last time or —"

" — Want ya on yer back wid me on top of ya." Pete cut in with a hard shove to the mechanic's chest, Bubba giving a small grunt as he ended up sprawled atop the bed without much ado. "'An' make sure ya keep dat dildo right where I stuck it. Wanna feel it viba-ma-bratin' inside of ya da entire time yer balls deep in m' big fat ass!"

"Then we better get started before the damn things slides out of me, cha?" Bubba said with a deep, primal growl of excitement. "Damn infernal contraption is getting me all loosey-goosey back there."

The two moving in sync Bubba rolled over onto his back and scooted himself to the center of the bed then up. Colossal cock pointing to the heavens as he rested against the pillows and watched as Pete climbed onto the bed to join him. The older of the pair crawling clumsily over his lounging companion to deliver a quick kiss before settling back and straddling the gator's muscular midsection.

"Yeah… dis is x'cactly how I want ya." Pete proclaimed leaning down, his ass parting just enough to allow Bubba's maleness to slide it's way between his rounded backside. "Suck'um." He then instructed with a tap to the southerner's muzzle. "Gonna need ta impro-ma-vize since ya didn't bring e'nuff bottles of lube ta use."

Taking both digits into his fanged mouth without argument Bubba tenderly suckled upon them. Taste buds picking up the distinct flavor of his own ass combined with the edible strawberry flavoring of the lube they all liked to use before Pete withdrew them suddenly. Then with a smirk he reached back. An expression of determination settling on his rough features as he swirled those spit covered fingers around his hole. Any burn he first felt thanks to the abuse the sensitive exit had sustained during the poker game stubbornly pushed to side so he could properly stretch himself enough to take every last hard as steel inch Bubba had between his legs.

"That's it "Sir"… take it good and slow. You and Bubba have themselves all da time in da world for this." Gripping the cat's wide hips gently Bubba helped him stay in place. "I'll wait for ya forever if ya need me to."

"Ya can stop it wid da Sir shit Jakey." Pete grunted, his finger finding his own g-spot suddenly as he continued preparing himself. "I ain't in da mood fer games no more. Jus want ya ta fuck-a-ma-fy me and fuck-a-ma-fy me real damn good."

Bubba smiled up at his long time friend and lover. Anyone else call him Jake, more or less "Jakey" and he would have been pissed off royally. There was a reason why he preferred to go by his childhood nickname of "Bubba" after all. But when Pete used his real name he didn't mind one bit. He actually liked it in fact.

"Your wish is my command Pete." Bubba said, happily returning the favor.

"You fuckin' bet yer ass it is!" Pete shot back. "An' I know ya wouldn't have it any utter way would ya, ya fuckin' horny ass, two-bit casy-nova."

Finished with his preparations Pete withdrew his fingers from his hole and wrapped them around Bubba's lengthy member. Palm stroking the inflexible organ a few times for good measure to get it somewhat slick before the leaking head was placed inquisitively against the cat's pucker. It's idling at the gates only lasting until the moment the large man began pushing back. The ring of muscle guarding the entrance easily giving way as it's girth pushed on through like an invading army.

"FUUUUUUUCK!" Pete groaned out, mouth open and eyes rolling back slightly as his ass was stretched to nearly it's breaking point. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!"

Claws sinking carefully into the soft flesh of his heavyset friend's hips Bubba gave a groan of his own. Teeth clenching and nostrils flaring as he held back the inborn instincts screaming at him to thrust up into the hot, churning core of the body seated above him.

""Putain d'enfer", Cher!" He gasped out huskily. Breaths hard and uneven as he held back. "Bubba always forget how damn good ya'll feel ta be inside "Mon ami"! Like sliding my dick right into warm butter!"

Not speaking until he was fully seated in his larger lover's lap Pete released an extended, shuddering sigh. Chest heaving and vision blurring at the edges as he slowly adjusted to the steel like pillar embedded deep in his overstretched hole.

"W-Well…" Pete eventually said. Voice catching when he felt Bubba's penis throb. Spreading him even further for a moment. "...I-Iffin 'm ass feels dat… dat good than jus think how much better its gonna get when I start-ta movin'."

Hands braced against Bubba's broad chest for leverage. Pete experimentally rolled his hips. Large ass grinding down and then side to side against the man under him until he carefully rose upwards. The sensitive rim of his hole dragging against the hardness sluggishly sliding out of him with every centimeter till just the very tip remained inside. This retreat lasting only seconds before he fell downwards once more. This time harder. Rougher! Bubba's cock entering him more easily this time before the used car salesmen raised him self up again. This very same process repeated over and over. Each rotation going faster and faster until he began picking up speed. Massively thick backside slamming down on Bubba's strong thighs with thundery crack of skin on skin that grew in frequency and volume as he moved his body with growing speed and determination.

The wind almost knocked out of him when Pete began barring his full weight down upon him Bubba did his best to brace himself as the onslaught from above continued on with no sign of stopping anytime soon. Not that he minded in the slightest. No matter how hard Pete continued to fuck himself he would happily take it all in stride. The overpowering sensations he received every time he was fully sheathed inside the gripping tightness of his lover merging perfectly with the constant, harsh juddering of the dildo still going off inside of his own increasingly sore ass giving him the thrill of a lifetime!

Pete too could feel the aid's nonstop shuddering. The tingling sensations wreaking havoc on Bubba's inner walls traveling right up through the gator's rock hard cock and into the feline's own hefty body. Vibrations that almost pushed him over the edge when he shifted slightly, allowing Bubba's manhood to finally reach his often neglected prostrate.

As soon as he struck that wonderful little spot Pete began groaning without restraint. Lower half moving desperately, frantically as he tried and succeeded to hit that very same location as many times as he could. Tongue coming to hang out and eyes fluttering closed as he rode Bubba for all he was worth.

"Yeah! Dat's how I like it!" Pete cried out. Unable to contain himself a single moment longer. "Yer fuckin' big ass dick goin' in an' outta me good an' deep!"

"Pretty big fan of it myself actually!" Bubba countered with a laugh. "Just can't get myself enough of your tight as hell derrière!"

Palms hurriedly sliding up the big beautiful body bouncing above him Bubba playfully squeezed the jiggling chest he'd had his eyes on. Clawed fingers groping and cupping the doughy mounds until they eventually moved onto tugging at the pebbling nipples found at their peaks. A stunt that earned him a variable medley of husky growling and baritone groans. Pete quickly covering the other man's scaly palms with his own just to add that extra little bit of force he craved so damn much.

Minutes ticked by as the couple heedlessly continued to fornicate. Both completely unconcerned with how loud or rough they were being in the process. Pete grumbling out filthy encouragements and demands to be fucked harder and faster while Bubba, eagerly fulfilling those heated requests, giving up the pretense of remaining still and starting to thrust up to meet each downward thrust of the ample bottom impaled on his hard, pulsing cock.

But as amazing as this wild ride was pretty soon Pete began craving more again. The overwhelming need he felt to get fucked by Bubba so thoroughly that he'd be feeling the aftereffects of their lovemaking for days to come building inside of him to the point where he just couldn't hold back any longer. The desire to be filled to the brim, to be bred becoming so great that it was driving him completely mad with lust and want!

"Fuckin' flip us da hell over Swamp Breath!" Pete demanded fiercely. "I wanna feel ya right on top 'o' me when ya finally shoot dat fuckin' wad ya gots a-brewin' in yer ballsack!"

Finally giving into his fatigue Pete collapsed down into Bubba's awaiting arms. The couple sharing a messy, full on open mouthed kiss as the larger of the two used all his strength to roll them over. Bubba's cock never once leaving Pete as the world around them spun around. The older man's large, stumpy legs quickly wrapping around Bubba's wide waist as the southern born man lost what little control still remained within him. Eyes flashing dangerously and expression pulling back into a savage looking snarl as he plunged his aching cock as deep as possible into the receptive hole he was fucking. Growling and huffing each time he bottomed out. The headboard above them banging rhythmically against the wall in tune with the creaking protests of the bed as he did his best to pound Pete straight through the mattress.

Left with little choice but to hang on during this primal pounding Pete wrapped his arms around Bubba's neck. Bottom lip almost bitten through as he endured the constant sliding of the log sized member invading his pliant and willing body.

"Dat's is ya big scaly motherfucker!" He crowed. Voice going hoarse from all the shouting he had done. "Really get ta pound-i-natin' dat fuckin' puss 'o' mine! Make me feel every damn inch of dat sledge hammer yer always swingin' 'round! Split me open an' leave a big ol' helpin' of cum in me! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"

Spurred on by every word he heard Bubba's hips moved faster. Hands planted on either side of Pete's head so he could keep himself steady while driving into the body under him with all the vigor of a frenzied beast claiming his mate. The only brief pause that came during this barrage of thrusts coming when the still running dildo that had been rammed up of his ass finally came free. A wet squelch ringing out that was barely even noticed as it launched from the gator's rear and landed on the bed. Wet surface leaving a dirty trail as it spun and rolled around until it fell off of the shaking bed and onto the floor with a heavy thud.

Not that Bubba or Pete cared where the trembling item would eventually as they enjoyed one another. The only concerns still present in their lust muddled minds being the eventual sexual release they were working towards and of course one another. Bubba being the one to initiate another round of frantic making out as they continued. Mouths slotting together messily in a hot, sloppy display of harsh breaths, dueling tongues, and clashing teeth.

Pete was the one to come crashing down first when their coupling finally reached it's finale. Face flushing beat red and toes stretching out as far as they could he erupted with the force of a volcano. His whole body convulsing and shuddering without end as he repeatedly fired off several, thick copious discharges of milky white seed between his large belly and Bubba's. Every spurt causing a vibrant flash of colors and sparks to fill his vision as he endured the every bit of the orgasmic bliss taking him over.

Bubba wasn't that far behind him either. Feeling the hole wrapped around his pride spasm and tighten like a vice the Cajun climaxed at full volume. A scalding hot, gushing torrent of gator cum flooding the man trapped under him as he opened his large fanged mouth and let loose an earthshaking roar.

One so great that it woke up a sleeping Pj from his place on the living room couch between a still slumbering Moose and Billy and startled a robe clad Mr. Wey who fell backwards out of his chair as he was eating an early breakfast with his shirtless equine guest. Car alarms and household pets further away also getting in on the action by going off for the second time that morning. Yet another horrible racket that ruined the stillness and peace of the Spoonerville suburbs.

Back in Pete's bedroom. The air filled with the scents of sweat and semen. A sudden stillness permeated the air. Those inhabiting the small space panting heavily as the haze of their frantic sexual activity began to evaporate around them. It replaced by an oddly comforting calm as they gazed into the each other's eyes. Slowly recovering from all of what they had just done.

Then with a long, soulful release of breath Bubba pulled back. Tail used as support to help him sit up on his haunches. Cock sliding from Pete's well used backside as he went. Its absence allowing a steady stream of viscous seed to flow four and pool between the feline's parted legs.

"You… you alright "Mon ammi?" Bubba question. Still out of breath. Concerned he looked over the dark furry being he had just oh, so thoroughly ravished. "Bubba didn't go too hard on ya there did he? No fooling this time. I really want to know if you're alright Pete."

Aching all over a little Pete pushed himself up into a sitting position. Wincing for a moment as pain shot through him. But eventually smirking as he began savoring the post-coital bliss he felt. "Nah, I'm fine an' dandy over here Suitcase." He assured smugly. "Goin' ta be sore as hell later but it wuz 'xactly wut I needed after dat shitty week I had."

Relieved to hear that he hadn't caused too much damage Bubba flopped down onto the sweat soaked sheets of the bed next to Pete. "Well that's good then." He sighed. Arms folded behind his noggin. "Would be a national tragedy if I ended up breaking that fine as hell ass you got there."

"Ya better believe it Bubs." Pete hardily agreed.

Turning to his friend for a moment the thickset man frowned thoughtfully and then shrugged. Bubba wondering what was going on for a brief moment before Pete rolled onto his side. Head coming to rest on the gator's massive chest as a hand moved to stroke and caress his taunt midsection.

'Well ain't this new." Bubba thought to himself, bewildered.

Thought slightly perplexed by this sudden display of tenderness Bubba eagerly took part in it. Snout nuzzling into the mussed up fur atop Pete's head. Delivering a quick kiss. Before he tentatively wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulder. Pulling him in close as he closed his eyes. The large man just enjoying the moment as he held onto Pete for dear life.

Cuddling like this was something Bubba never expected from the gruff and grumpy Pete D'caht. What with the his prickly nature overall and openly hostile reaction to anything action or thing deemed "mushy". But here he was! Actively participating in an honest to goodness, after-nookie snuggle-fest. An event rarer than a coming across a unicorn doing the Macarena Bubba concluded with much humor.

It was just a shame that something had to come along and ruin the wonderful warm atmosphere forming inside of the master bedroom only a few short moments later. The disturbance coming from the hallway outside when a timid series of knocks sounded from behind the closed bedroom door.

Pulling away with an unreadable look at the first rap on wood Pete shot up and glared daggers over at the door. "WHO DA HELL IS IT!?" He snapped. Usual grumpy, guarded demeanor returning in an instant.

Nervous shuffling could be heard coming from the hall after that gruff question. Pj's meek voice coming soon after as he hesitantly replied. "I-I was just checking to make sure y-you guys are okay." The boy explained. "I heard a roar or something and —"

" — Oh that was just me cumming inside of your daddy Petite!" Bubba interrupted with an amused smirk aimed over to Pete.

Holding back his guffaws when he realized what his bedmate was up to Pete returned the grin and followed his lead. "Yeah boy! Dat's wut it wuz!" He called out to Pj. "Bubba really filled me up wid a big ass load of spunk dis time too! There's so damn much coming out 'm hole dat yer gonna have a helluva time gettin' da sheets and carpet cleaned later!"

There was the unmistakable sound of a shocked gasp from Pj through the door upon receiving that tidbit of information. The teen's chubby cheeks no doubt going redder than cherries as he let out a speedy "Um-okay-guys-I'll-see-you-two-later-goodbye!" and ran off down the hallway at top speed. His retreat causing the two men he had left behind to break out into twin peels of uncontrollable giggles at the embarrassed Pj's expense.

The laughter dying down after a good few minutes Pete clumsily stood up from the bed. Belly scratched and arms stretched as he adjusted to being fully upright again. "Ya know sumthin' Molyneux." He started with a sly look over to the reptile. "Sometimes I think yet jus as evil as I am. Our boy is goin' ta be blushing fer weeks after dat."

Doing his best to hide his pleased reaction to Pete calling Pj "Our boy" Bubba absently hummed in the affirmative. "Oh "Mon grand beau chaton" Bubba ain't evil." He informed. "He just likes getting people all riled up. Better hobby than stamp collecting I always say."

Made suspicious when he heard Bubba speak his mysterious nickname again Pete decided it was high time he finally learned what it meant. "Ya know sumthin Snaggletooth? I startin' ta get tired of ya calling me "Man Gram Bow Chatty" all da time." He griped. "So hows 'bout ya stop being a mysterious mo-fo and finally tell me wut da hell it means!"

"It's "Mon grand beau chaton"." Bubba corrected, lounging atop the bed once again. "And I ain't telling you a thing I'm afraid. But of you're so darn curious to find out why don't you do down to da public library and look it up?"

Pete's thick brows shifted to hang over his beady eyes in frustration. Anger blossoming inside of him at Bubba's return to being a smartass. "Fine! Dat's exactly wut I'll do!" He grumbled. A promise that lasted all of three tics of the clock before he was angrily waving the very notion off. "Ya'know wut ferget it! I ain't got time ta deal wid dat kinda nerd shit."

"Well if ya'll insist on not doing it." Bubba said back smugly. Glad Pete hadn't learned the use of a search engine. "Just promise me you won't get all moody on me because I won't tell you. Imma too tired to cheer you up again and my asshole is wide enough for a convoy of trucks to pass through."

"Yeah, yea wutever." Looking over to the door then back to the bed Pete frowned for a moment before brightening. "Ya know sumthin' though Swamp Breath? I think I don't wanna leave da house taday after all."

Giving the older man a distressed look Bubba sat up fast. Concern that Pete had relapsed for some unknown reason filling his thoughts. "Awe, now don't go saying that Bossman." He actually pleaded. "I know da week's been rough but that ain't no reason to —"

" — Calm yer tits Bubs. I only met fer taday." Pete interjected. Giving his ass a quick rub he chuckled ruefully. "Jus goin' ta take time ta re-cooper-a-nate from dat fuckin' hard ass poundin' ya decided ta give me."

Though shifting back into a reclining position Bubba continued to look worried. "What about the car lot?" He asked. "We got that one fella coming in to pick up his truck today plus them orders we gotta put in for all da parts we used up on Ugsy."

"Ah, let da monkey handle da office fer taday." Pete said with barely a moment's thought. "'Bout time I gave da brat a chance ta prove himself. See Iffin he can act-sha-ma-ly handle being a proper used car salesmen."

Thinking it over himself Bubba realized that Pete was right. The gorilla had to learn how to run the business if he was going to work with them. "Alright big man. Enjoy your day off then." He sighed. "But Bubba still has to head to work later. Someone has to be there to make sure da macaque don't burn down da joint."

"Yeah… ya do dat." Pete agreed as he headed over to the door. "I'm gonna go an' tell curious George wut's up so he can get ready. Be right back."

Quietly watching as Pete left Bubba chuckled fondly after the other man. Yes he was mean, grumpy, bastard most of the time but he was his mean, grumpy, bastard. One he hoped would keep him around for awhile at the very least.

Reminiscing a little Bubba recalled the first time they had met years ago. Back then he had been nothing but a spoiled, smart mouthed rich kid forced to enlist in the service by his exasperated Poppa in order to teach him some respect. A lesson he had learned quite handily thanks to the man they assigned to be his drill sergeant, Peter D'caht. Petey had whipped him and those other boys in his unit into shape in no time. The only outlier being this one guy who always seemed to get stuck with all the bad luck. Duck billed little nuisance drove Pete crazy every seven to eight minutes or so.

Still Bubba had learned plenty from the other man. Even more when he ended up running into Pete at Mcmullingan's bar a few miles down the road from the base months later. The two of them becoming fast friends as they battled to see who could pick up a girl the fastest. A contest Pete easily won thanks to his infectious machismo and filthy innuendo laced conversation skills.

Bubba could still remember how jealous he had been watching Pete escort that woman out of the bar. Not because he wanted to be with her himself. No! Bubba was mad because he wanted it to be him being led to a back of a car or wherever it was Pete had spirited away that very lucky girl. Best he could do that night was a quick jerk-off session in one of the bar's bathroom stalls. Hand moving fast and true as he thought about how damn good it must have felt to get fucked by a big sexy "daddy" like Pete.

Thinking back to that bittersweet night so long ago Bubba suddenly realized that in just a few days it would be twenty-two years since that fabled night. An anniversary of sorts that made him wonder if maybe they could do something special for the occasion. There was this new restaurant downtown that he wanted to try out. A classy little hole in the wall that offered up good food and even better music. The prefect place for celebrating!

"It's decided then!" Bubba announced quietly to himself. "Soon as Pete gets back here I'll ask him out for an anniversary dinner! After all, it's not like he's gonna kick up a fuss about it after all that sweet talk and cuddling we've done tonight. Right?"

Little did Bubba know that a fuss was exactly what Pete would kick up when asked out to dinner a short time later. Though his initial refusal to participate would not be the end of the matter. A visit from a certain long lost D'caht family member spurring him eventually spurring him into reveal a secret he'd done his best to keep concealed. The heartfelt confession that followed down at Bubba's seldom used downtown apartment leading to the two men taking their relationship in a whole new direction that neither of them ever saw coming.

Then end…