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PjXPete Missing Stories Chapter 4

Spoonerville, 2:00 AM…

There was a steady stream of snoring from deep within the D'caht household that late, mid-august evening. A loud, deafening symphony consisting of five distinctly different tremors. It's volume only growing worse as the bright, shining moon high above the unassuming suburban residence slowly traveled across the starry sky.

If one were to go inside of this average Calisota household however, they'd quickly discover that this veneer of wholesomeness was nothing more but a charade. Because deep inside of this home--in the living room to be precise--there laid a sight one would never have expected to see in a run-of-the-mill small town like Spoonerville.

Nestled there inside of the darkened chamber there were several men, sound asleep. Each of them naked as the day they were born and happily snoring away under the soft glow coming from the large, jumbo screen TV in the corner as the night steadily wore on outside.

That's not to say everyone who was a part of the highly erotic, post-orgy scene was sound asleep however. Seated between two of the slumbering bodies was an innocent looking boy named Pj D'caht. The young nineteen year old feline happily smiling to himself as he quietly sat there, eyes appreciatively roaming over the delightfully obscene menagerie laid out all around him.

Ruminating on how he had arrived at such an illicit moment in his life Pj felt a quiet giggle bubble out of him. Thoughts of what he and the others had been up to a mere twenty or so minutes ago causing a pleasant warmth to blossom in his chubby cheeks and his slightly sore bottom to tingle with renewed desire.

That summer day certainly had been an memorable one for him. One filled with grouchy arguments, troubling phone calls, pleasant surprises, and as was the norm with him, filled with lots and lots of raunchy hardcore gay sex so wild and thrilling that he was sure they had broken every single decency law in the book!

Face coloring with that last thought Pj suddenly felt an urge to tell someone about what he had been up to in all its wonderfully perverse glory. Mostly because he wanted to brag, but also because he wanted to have a written record of it all so he could keep it close and relive it anytime he wanted.

Lucky for him there just so happened to be a certain "someone" right upstairs in his desk that he knew would love to hear about every detail. Only problem was how was Pj going to disentangle himself from the post coital bliss he had inexplicitly found himself stuck right in the middle of.

Still undeterred by the idea of getting caught Pj quickly gathered what little courage he had and went about enacting an daring escape. Clumsily getting to his feet he slowly began making his way towards the room's exit. Footsteps light and cautious as he carefully stepped over sleeping bodies and the occasional lube covered, ten to fifteen inched, LED equipped, twelve speed sex toy.

It took some effort but eventually he managed to make his way out into the foyer. Clumsily stumbling out into the deserted room Pj let out a relieved sigh that transformed into a nervous giggle after he peered back at the literal sticky mess he had just waded through.

'Geeze that was stressful.' Pj thought amusedly as he went and started up the stairs. 'Note to self: next time we have a family orgy make sure you have a better escape route planned.'

Snickering of the weirdness of that plan Pj quietly continued on his way up to his and Moose's shared bedroom. Padding his way up to the second story he quickly headed down the upstairs hallway and slipped into his room with nary another sound. Door closed gently behind him he then locked securely so he'd have complete privacy while he wrote in his beloved diary that night.

However, writing plans hit a bit of a snag when upon crossing his bedroom and sitting down at his desk Pj discovered that his diary had mysteriously vanished on him. Truly odd considering he clearly remembered leaving it there on top of the desk after writing about an encounter he had down at the Spoonervile pool dressing room with a few married, speedo clad, middle-aged men.

"Where on earth could it be?" Pj wondered. Worry coloring his words as he stood.

Save for Moose, who already knew about the book, Pj really didn't like the idea of anyone else finding and then reading it. Not because he was ashamed about all he had done mind you. More that he wished to keep the book's existence a secret from his overly horny father. Knowing Pete he'd probably want to frame the few of the more illicit chapters and decide to try and make a whole bunch of new ones to top them.

Ignoring the excited shiver that went through him as that little outcome entered his mind Pj decided to start a search for his wayward tome. First through his desk then moving onto the rest of the room. It wasn't until he opened the very bottom drawer of his nightstand that he finally found what he had been looking for. The missing diary sliding into view as he yanked it open much to his great relief.

"Oh, thank goodness I found it!" Pj cheered happily as he returned to his seat. However, just as he was about to sit down his relieved smile shifted into a suspicious frown. "Wait… did someone move you on me?" He wondered.

Musing over that thought for only a moment Pj eventually decided to push it aside. He probably just put it there without realizing it. Yeah, that had to be it. Now wasn't the time to waste on what-ifs and mysteries anyway. Not when there was a story to write down before he was missed by the gaggle of perpetually randy men hopefully still sound asleep downstairs.

Setting to work Pj placed his diary down in its rightful place and opened it as he sat. Tonight was going to be another late one, he supposed. But in the end wouldn't it all be well worth the trouble? He certainly thought so as he put pen to paper and began writing.

(Hey again Mr. Diary. Sorry I'm waking you up so late but there's something I just have to tell you! Don't worry though. I won't keep you up nearly as long as I did all the way back in June. Though I gotta admit, what I'm about to write down is just as big a doozy as any of those other stories were! If not a little more.

Alright… let's start at the beginning. The whole thing began this morning when me and Moose were in the bathroom together. Now, before you go getting excited let me assure you that we weren't doing anything naughty. No flinging off clothes and getting the lube out and all that. In fact for the first time ever I was actually trying to get Moose into a pair of pants instead of our of them. Ironic, I know.

Anyway there we were in the bathroom when… … … and then Bubba came up behind me and… … … I just couldn't believe how stubborn dad was being… … … and then the phone started ringing and you won't believe who was calling… … …)

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Earlier that day…

An unamused frown sat upon former Spoonervile High quarterback, Moose Clancy's face that morning as he stared into the bathroom mirror. An expression that only grew worse when he started to fiddle with the knot in the tie hanging around his neck. A nervous, half-sure attempt that only served to cause the whole blasted thing to fully unravel in his hands. Much to his continued frustration.

"Damn!" Moose growled out angrily. Giving a heated huff he spun around and held his hands out pleadingly to the other occupant of the room. "Peeje, baby? Will you help me with this fucking thing!?"

On the edge of the bathtub where he was sitting a clearly amused Pj sighed lightly and slid off, going over to his upset boyfriend. "Fine, but this is the last time I'm doing it Moose." He chided teasingly. "This is the sixth time you've "accidentally" untied it in an hour."

"Wait… sixth?" Moose asked, genuinely stumped. When a nod came In response the older boy's shoulders slumped in embarrassment. "Okay… sorry…" He mumbled. "I guess I'm just nervous about today."

"Well that's understandable." Pj agreed absently as he began tying Moose's necktie. "It's not every day that my dad lets you practice being the boss down at the car lot."

Finished with his task Pj stepped back to admire his handiwork and Moose as a whole. Dressed in only his black dress socks, a buttoned up shirt, and a tie the twenty-two year old gorilla certainly did look the part of sexy business man. An observation Pj quickly regretted making when his attention inevitably fell down to the sizable member hanging between his boyfriend's bare legs.

'Why the heck does he have to be so hot!' Pj lamented with a contained whimper.

Noticing that he was being checked out Moose grinned cheekily at his smaller lover. "You seeing something down there you like Fatty?" When Pj's lower lip began trembling a little the ape chuckled. "Hey, how about before I have to leave we bend you over this sink and I pound that nice fat ass of yours for good lu--"

"--Oh no you don't!" Pj cut in before he could further tempted. "We already did that when we woke up! Plus there's not enough time for that sorta thing."

"But Peeje I wanna fuck you!" Moose whined. One foot stomping down on the linoleum floor like a spoiled child's. "I promise it'll be really quick!"

Firm in his decision Pj pointed over to the clock on the bathroom wall with his most chastising of looks. An attempt that failed somewhat considering his unfortunate "cuteness". "You see that clock up there?" He asked. "It's almost four-thirty! That means you have to finish dressing and be on the road in twenty minutes tops! No ifs, ands, or buts about it mister!"

"Come on, I'm sure I could..." Moose started. However, any further arguments on the his part instantly dissolved when he saw a pout on Pj's rounded face. Damn he hated it when he got that look! "Fine, I'll go put on my stupid pants." He finished moodily instead. "Man Fatty, you've really gotten pushy ever since you fucked Mr. D."

"I'm only pushy Moose because I care." Pj softly pointed out. Both hands coming to rest on Moose's chest he rose up onto his tiptoes to give the other boy a quick peck on the lips. "Besides, do you really want to be late today? Dad's trusting you."

"Nah, I guess I wouldn't." Moose acquiesced with an awkward scratch to his neck. "Knowing Mr. D he'd probably kill me or something if I opened up a single second past seven."

"I don't think Dad would go that far." Pj said thoughtfully. Tapping his chin he giggled a little. "No. He’d probably just strap you face down on his bed and test out all those toys he bought from Lou's."

There was a cringe from Moose. "Ugh, please don't remind me of Mr. D's collection." He said, left hand going back to rub his bottom with a shudder. "Last time he used something called the "Tronco De Arbol" he got from old man Molyneux on me. Couldn't walk right for two days afterwards."

His own hand going to his backside Pj winced in sympathy. He quite clearly remembered the day said device had arrived at their door. The size of the packaging. The way it had started to vibrate when the bewildered mailman had handed it over. That dark, foreboding chuckled his dad made when he took a peek at what was inside. Pj still couldn't figure out how Bubba's father had gotten such a thing through the mail.

Thoughts of oversized sexual aids placed aside however Pj quickly returned to the matter at hand and got behind Moose, pushing him out of the bathroom. "Alright, enough fooling around Mr. Clancy." He said firmly. "You've got a job to get to and I fully intend on getting you there on time."

Rolling his eyes as he they entered the hallway Moose allowed himself to be pushed around by the much shorter boy. A big departure to how he would have acted a year ago. "Alright, alright." He said smirkingly. "But only if you promise we'll do that pounding your chubby butt thing later. You know as a reward for being responsible."

Tilting to the side so he could look up at Moose from behind Pj raised an eyebrow. "Really? You want me to bribe you with sex to get you to go to work?"

"Can you think of a better way to motivate a guy Peeje?" Moose quipped back with an eyebrow waggle of his own. "Oh, and we do it the second I get home too. As soon as I walk inside I'm stripping naked and dragging you upstairs so I can fuck you good and hard."

Cheeks tinting at Moose's vivid description of what he wanted Pj held back a moan. Leave it to his boyfriend to make him all horny again with only a single filthy sentence. Language like that went straight down to his cock which was now left throbbing, almost painfully, in his shorts as they returned to their shared bedroom.

"Fine, I'll reward you for being an adult." Pj agreed as he shoved Moose forward gently. "But only on the condition that you promise to work as hard as you can today. I want you to show my dad just how good a used car salesman you can be."

Bending over to retrieve his discarded work pants Moose licked his lips excitedly. "It's a deal fatstuff." He winked as stood. "Just be sure to have a fresh bottle of lube and that one porno we like in the player when I get back. I'm coming at you hot and fast and I don't want to waste any time."

"Don't worry Moose. Everything will be ready when you return." Pj bashfully assured as the older man finished dressing. "I mean, It's not like anything's going to happen today to distract me."

(You know what Mr. Diary? I really should keep my big mouth shut sometimes. Me saying something like that at this point is akin to the cheerleader in a horror movie deciding to go into the haunted woods alone at night.)

After taking another five minutes to finish preparing himself for the day ahead a now fully dressed but still visibly nervous Moose sluggishly padded his way down to the first floor of the D'caht household. A still fretting Pj following closely behind him.

"Alright… now you're sure you have all those contracts dad said you needed?" Pj questioned as he read off a small notepad in his hand. "You won't be able to release those cars from yesterday without them."

"Yes Pj." Moose sighed.

That item checked off his list Pj moved onto the next item. "Oh, and you're positive you got your keys?" He asked next. "If not then you'll be locked out of my Dad's office."

Moose sighed. "Yes Pj." He repeated, tone identical to the last time.

"Oh, oh, OH!! And make sure you're outside when that shipment of auto parts Bubba ordered comes in." Pj reminded as they reached the bottom of the steps. "The deliveryman said he wouldn't wait around anymore after Dad mooned him for asking for a tip. Also make sure you have the money is ready because--"

"--Peeje, babe, please!" Moose interrupted fondly. One hand going down to clasp Pj's free one he squeezed it reassuringly. “I know I was freaking out but I can handle this. I am the man who led his high school football team to the finals for six years in a row after all."

About to open his mouth to apologize for being a pest Pj instead paused, eyes lowering to the hand holding his. "Where's your briefcase?" He asked, face deadpanned. "You know… the one I handed to you when we left the bedroom a minute ago?"

Blinking, Moose slowly let go of Pj's palm and looked down around their feet. "Oh, um, I gotta go upstairs again ." He began sheepishly. "Be right back, okay?"

Left standing there as Moose rushed off up the steps Pj resisted the urge he had to shout out, scolding the forgetful man. It was strange. This was the first time he had seen Moose act so nervous and forgetful. Though he understood why. All Moose had talked about in the last week was how “Mr. D" was finally giving him a chance to prove himself.

Pj thought it was sweet in a way. Moose and his Dad had really become close over the months. In fact, Pj was beginning to think that maybe Pete saw the ape as another son. Moose certainly thought of him as a father figure. He had basically told him as much when comparing Pete to his own dad, Gordon Clancy. The words he used on the former much more flattering than the ones he used on latter.

Loosing himself in his own thoughts about father figures as he stood there at the bottom of the stairs Pj suddenly found himself taken completely by surprise when a large scaly arm wrapped it's way around his torso and pulled him back, flush, against a muscularly broad chest. The sly chuckle that came right after telling him exactly who had captured him.

"Now what's got you up so early this morning Petit?" A southern accented voice questioned huskily into a pointed ear. "This summer you ain't been up before seven even once. Heh, well, 'less you got one of us getting you up early that is."

Glancing up over his shoulder as he was held Pj smiled at their home's resident Cajun. Jake "Bubba" Molyneux. Though whether or not said seven foot tall, muscular gator actually lived there was up for debate if a certain D'caht patriarch was asked about the subject.

"I'm awake right now because Moose would be late for work otherwise." Pj explained as he relaxed against the solid wall of muscle behind him. A brief moment of Zen that quickly ended when he suddenly realized something. "Wait a second! Shouldn't you be getting ready for work too?"

"You worry yourself too much there "garçon"." Bubba chuckled as he loosened his grip. "Ol Bubba went and got himself ready ages ago. Take a lookie for yourself if you don't believe."

Doing just that when he was let go Pj quickly inspected his older friend from head to toe. To his great relief Bubba had, unlike Moose, fully gotten himself ready. The mechanic's usual casual wear of a t-shirt and tight jeans replaced by his trusty, oil stained overalls that always seemed to be staining to keep his impressive physique contained within.

"Well it's good to know someone around here can dress himself." Pj said with an approving nod. "Think you can teach Moose how to when you're at work today?"

"Oh, I'll be teaching him plenty Pj honey. Umm… plenty." Bubba replied with a flash of his trademark grin. Bringing a coffee mug he been holding in his right hand up to his lips the gator took a quick sip. "Not that we gotta worry about working too hard today mind ya. Won't have that short tempered papa of yours nipping at our heels, ya know."

"You better as hell not slack off just b'cause I ain't there Suitcase!" A bathrobe clad Pete D'caht gruffly said as he made an appearance through the living room doorway. Coming to a stand a few feet away he glowered at Bubba. "Wut da hell are you still doin' here anywho?" He huffed. "Thought I told ya ta get gone b'fore I wuz up."

Mug brought up to his lips again, a long sip following before he lowered it again, Bubba smirked at his irate friend's rudeness. "Had to get myself a cup of Joe first Petey." He explained nonchalantly. "You know how much I love myself some "hot coffee" in da morning."

"Yeah I know. An dat's why we're always out when I want sum." Pete griped sourly. "An wut did I tell ya 'bout calling me Petey in front of da boy?" He added as he pointed over to Pj. "Yer ta address-a-nate me as Pete, Boss, or Sir! Ya got dat?!"

Faced with such a command Bubba merely raised an inquisitive eyebrow ridge. "You weren't asking me to call you that last night when I was breeding that big ol' derrière of yours." He rebutted calmly. "Fact, if Bubba is remembering clearly, you kept begging him to call you his big ol' sexy kit--"

"--See, I got it!" Moose called out as he bounded down the stairs. Joining the others he held up the briefcase he had gone to get in triumph. "I'm ready to go to work now!"

More than happy for the distraction Moose's arrival provided him Pete quickly shifted the conversation over to the primate. "So ya really think yer ready ta do my job taday, huh?" He asked with a snort. "Find dat awfully hard ta believe considerin' how much yer sweating right now Banana Breath."

"Don't worry Mr. D I promise I can handle it." Moose quickly replied, trying his best to sound confident as he spoke. "I Just had a little trouble getting ready this morning is all."

"A little trouble?" Pj parroted in a dubious tone. "Moose… you almost walked out of the house without any pants on."

Smirking at the red forming on Moose' face Pete regarded his protégé closely for a brief moment. “Well, I guess there ain't nuffin' we can do 'bout it now iffin ya aren't up to it." He absently said while scratching himself under his robe. "I mean, there ain't no way in fuck I'm givin' up m' first day off in fer-ever."

Ducking his head Moose nodded in understanding. "And I wouldn't want you to Mr. D." He assured. "You work hard. You deserve a day off."

That small bit of praise earned Moose a rare, happy smirk from his boss. Pete clapping him on the shoulder with a look of respect before he ruined the moment by adding an ominous, "Jus, 'member one thing boy. Iffin ya do fuck dis up… even a little bit… then yer monkey ass is goin' ta be in my sling."

"Don't you mean "In a sling." Dad?" Pj wondered.

Giving a dark grin Pj slowly shook his head no. "Nope, I meant in my sling. As in dat leather one I gots downstairs in da basement." Stepping forward he roughly groped Moose's crotch and squeezed it as he looked into his employee's eyes. "Ya hearin' wut I'm sayin' Curious George?"

"Loud and c-clear Mr. D." Moose answered with a slight crack in his voice. Why was it that Pete could get him all scared and excited at the same time? "I p-promise that I won't let y-you down today sir."

"Don't go worrying yourself too much there macaque. Ol' Bubba will be there to keep you on track." Bubba informed the nervous man as he finished off his mug and handed it over to Pj. "Speaking of which, let's hit da road before it's too late, oui?"

Looking to his coworker Moose laughed nervously. "Um yeah… let's go." He said stepping away from the palm groping him. "I'll see you later tonight Fatty." He said as he gave Pj a kiss on his chubby cheek. "Don't forget that deal we made okay. Mr. D just made me hard as a rock and I need it ever more now.”

Giggling at Moose as he ambled off Pj smiled brightly. "I won't forget." He promised again. "Love you."

"Love you too Peeje." Moose returned as he went outside. "Bye!"

Observing the young couple as they said their goodbyes Bubba glanced over to Pete with a sly expression. "Now see that Petey? Why can't you and me be all sweet on each other like that?"

"Because you 'n' me ain't a couple of queers snaggletooth, 'member?" Pete snapped back with a glare. Folding his arms over his chest the large man stuck his nose up in the air. "Jus fuck buddies. Nuffin' else."

There was a thoughtful hum from Bubba at Pete's declaration. One that Pj could swear sounded slightly hurt. "If you say so Boss man." The gator eventually said. "Still don't mean we can't share a little sugar every now and then, cha?"

Moving fast, Bubba delivered a loud, wet smooch to the side of Pete's face. A surprise maneuver that left both Pj and Pete wide-eyed and in shock for a brief moment before the older D'caht recovered and his usual mean-spirited façade resurface with a fierce growl.

"You smart assed son of a…" Trailing off with a frustrated sounding growl Pete stomped his foot and jabbed his finger towards the door. "Will ya jus get da hell outta here already!? I want ta enjoy my damn day off in peace!"

"Your wish is my command Mr. Pete-Boss-or-Sir." Bubba returned smartly, ever-present grin back with a blinding vengeance. "But I'll see you boys later. Be good till then, ya hear?."

Casually waving to the D'caht's as he left the house Bubba slipped through the front door leaving an impressed Pj to stare at his retreating back in wonder. He didn't care how long he knew the other man, it would always amaze him how Bubba got away with some of the stuff he did to his dad. Most people who tried either ended up with a black eyes or the victim of some sort of horrifically bad and convoluted revenge scheme.

Pj's admiration towards the gator was cut short though when a still angry Pete quickly slammed the door shut with a disgruntled huff. "God damned lizard." He muttered under his breath. "Jus who da hell does dat scaly bastard thing he is kissin' me like dat!?"

'Pretty sure he thought you'd like it which you clearly did dad.' Pj thought sarcastically as his dad passed him. Aloud, of course, he was more careful with how he spoke. "Well, maybe he's just excited for work sir." He lied. "You know how much Bubba loves working on cars."

"They ain’t da only thing he likes workin' on." Nodding for Pj to follow him, Pete lazily lumbered his way back into the living room. "Ya won’t believe wut dat smartassed swamp-mucker asked me ta do last night after we finished fuckin'!"

"What?" Pj asked, almost too afraid of the answer. "I really hope it wasn't something weird like that one time. I'm still trying to get all those hot fudge, taco sauce, and vegemite stains out of your comforter."

"Calm yer tit's brat, it weren't nuffin' like dat." Flopping down into his old sluggish-boy recliner Pete folded his arms over his chest and continued to grumble. "Dumbass had da nerve ta ask me out ta sum fuckin' dinner thing. Said it'd be all special-like fer us all ta do sumthin' fer our anna-ma-versary."

Pj's eyes widened at that. "You two have an anniversary?" He asked, his surprise clearly written all over his face.

"Yeah… been twenty-two years since me an Bubs met at Mcmulligan's bar near da army base." Pete casually explained. Picking up the TV remote he hit the power button. "Not dat I'm keepin' track of dat kind 'o' shit mind ya."

Brows furrowing Pj gave his dad a long look. Both because of how precise Pete had been about the number of years and the content of the statement as a whole. He had known that the two had been friends since they had been in the army together but he hadn't realized it had been that long. An anniversary like that certainly seemed like something you'd want to celebrate to him.

Upon looking over to his dad though, Pj quickly realized that he was the only one in the room to feel that way. "You didn't turn him down… did you?" He fearfully asked.

"Damn right I turned him down!" Pete snapped back. When a disappointed face from Pj followed the middle-aged man rolled his eyes. “Now don't ya go givin' me dat kinda look. We both know I don't go gettin' mushy over junk like dat. Didn't do it with yer mudder and I ain't doing it jus b'cause me an dat Cajun Cassy-novey are bumpin' uglies."

"But dad, you and Bubba are… you know?" Pj floundered a bit trying to find the right word. Despite the fact he and everyone else could see it his dad hadn't really accepted what Bubba was to him yet. It was actually pretty frustrating when you thought about it. "Can't you, you know. Just say yes to be nice?"

Giving his son one a hard look, Pete sufficiently cowed him in a heartbeat. "Look boy, da only thing I'm doin' taday is watchin' porn and chuggin' beer!" To prove his point he brought up the adult pay-per-view menu and picked a movie. "Now, unless yer plannin' on helpin' me with jerkin' my gherkin then ya better scram real quick-like!"

Left with that sort of choice Pj cautiously backed away as Pete began watching his movie. Better to leave him alone when he was like this than risk his ire he supposed. Besides, maybe once he had cooled down enough from sexual gratification the angry man would rethink his recent choices.

'Not that I'm holding my breath.' Pj thought grimly as he began to idly went to clean the room they were in.

Tuning out the sounds of his son cleaning across the room a still very grouchy Pete silently cursed the boy for butting into his personal business. Who the hell was that damn brat to make him feel guilty about blowing off Bubba's stupid anniversary thing? It wasn't like the two of them were dating! Like he had said; They were just fuck buddies.

No… Pete had long ago gotten over the idea of dating or being in "proper" relationships. Those sorts of attachments only led to divorce and unhappiness like with his ex-wife Peg. And he didn't even want to think about that disastrous fling he had with his rebound girlfriend Candy. Woman had spent a full twenty-two hundred of his hard scammed bucks on her dumb shopping binges before deciding she rather screw Bubba's younger, thinner former assistant Rico.

Ever since then Pete had come to the conclusion that he was done with any and all romantic entanglements. It was much better to stay single so he could go around fucking people with no strings attached. Completely unfettered by the hang-ups that came with meaningful relationships. That's how his own old man had lived his life after his dear ol' Ma had ran off with the milkman and what was good for his Pops was good for him too he supposed.

Memories of his father surfacing for the first time in a while Pete let a rare smile appear on his dour face. Peter D'caht sr., or Pop's or sir as he knew him, was really the only man he had ever looked up to. A real no-nonsense, foulmouthed, underhanded, tough as nails, street hooligan if there ever was one! There wasn't a single man alive his Pop's couldn't scam out of their entire life savings in five minutes flat.

Then there was Peter's unparalleled skills with the fairer sex. Pete couldn't tell you the number of nights he had been woken up as a kid when his drunk dad lumbered his way back into their own brownstone. Breath smelling of cheap wine and cigars and his coat practically reeking of some broad's fancy French perfume.

Pete had been so proud of the man growing up that he had vowed to be just like him. The many, many scams, con jobs, and other dubious, just on the right side of legal, activities he had pulled off during his adult life conducted in the hopes he could live up to the legend that was his old man.

It was just a shame he hadn't had the mind to stay single like his dad had. Not that Pete hadn't tried his hardest mind you. But when hottest piece of ass in town, Peg D'caht, said she wanted to marry him he just couldn't for the life of him refuse.

Fat lot of good that whole mess had done him in the end though. Sure he got some good sex out of it and he guessed his kids were alright. But now all he had to show for that failed relationship was alimony checks to mail and the indignation that she had cheated on him with the "Goof" of all fucking people!

Heckles rising as he recalled that sore spot in his life Pete quickly went to distract himself with the dirty movie he had rented. Good porn always seemed to lift his sprits. Plus the film he had chosen was supposed to be one of the best new releases that year. A nice little opus called "My Life as a Prison Bitch 14: Even Harder time 3". It had even gotten the notorious five spurts rating from Hands down the Pants Magazine. Which was saying something considering how picky they were sometimes.

Pete's enjoyment of his raunchy entertainment quickly waned however when he caught sight of something much more interesting out of the corner of his eye. Something that beat out simply watching the new meat on cell block D getting reamed by his six half-dressed, muscular cellmates by tenfold.

On the other side of the room an oblivious Pj was busily cleaning the top of the room's lone coffee table. Attention fully focused on the task at hand he was absently humming to himself while moving his bottom half in tune. Big red shorts covered backside enticingly swaying back and forth like the ripest and juiciest of apples on the branch of a tree.

Instantly aroused by such an inviting sight Pete slowly got out of his chair. Eyes locked onto the tasty target before him as he stalked towards the unsuspecting boy. What better way to start his day off then with a good old fashioned ass fucking? Not only would it help relax him but it'd also teach his opinionated spawn not to stick his nosey nose into his business. Figuratively of course. Pete was planning to shove the boy's face into his literal "business" quite soon to be honest.

Unaware of the predator sizing him up like a piece of meat from behind a still very busy Pj was doing his best to scrub away the old stain he had discovered atop their coffee table. He wasn't completely sure where the mysterious blue blotch had come from but he had a sneaking suspicion that the blueberry lube his dad had bought a few weeks ago was the culprit. Figures it would be all over the room after that orgy they had with the deliveryman last Tuesday.

Concerns over the besmirched table quickly came to an end though when from out of nowhere Pj was suddenly shoved down onto the lemon/blueberry scented surface he had been polishing. The heavy hand which held him down causing him to let out a panicked yelp as he began to struggle while peering over his shoulder to see who was attacking him.

Vision meeting his dad's as he looked back Pj gasped and ceased in his constant thrashing. "D-Dad!?" He gaped. "W-What are you doing!?"

"Wut do ya think I'm doin'?" Pete said with dark chuckle. Using his free hand he palmed the swell of his son's ass. Fingers kneading and squeezing the plushness he found. "Ya'know I jus realized dat you 'n me ain't really been spendin' enough time tagether lately."

Heat collecting in his belly as he was manhandled Pj tried one more futile attempt to free himself. "We see each other every day!" He pointed out as he was swiftly pushed down again. "Also… we still… you know, do stuff at night sometimes."

"But when wuz da last time we went an did da nasty durin' da day, huh?" When Pj looked genuinely stumped by that Pete smirked and slowly started to pull down the younger man's shorts, revealing a white underwear clad bottom underneath. "See? Been way too long fer my likin'."

"B-But what about my chores?" Pj asked next, any resistance he still had starting to crumble as he stood there bent over and pantsless. "If we, "you know" right now then I won't have enough time to finish cleaning today."

Pete snorted loudly in his son's ear. "Ya think I give one single solitary shit 'bout dat boy?" He huffed, hand snaking under the waistband of Pj's tighty-whities. "Nah, all I'm thinkin' of is how hard I'm goin' ta fuck-a-ma-fy yer furry, fat ass ta remmy-dy our little problem here. Need ta show ya how much yer daddy cares fer his baby boy.

A whimper escaped from Pj. That large palm massaging his bottom felt so damn good. Already he was starting to harden in his briefs. Moisture from the tip of his cock causing an embarrassing wet spot on the crest of the tent rapidly forming under the fabric.

But as much as he wanted to Pj knew he couldn't. "But dad I really don't have the time. Honest!" He whined. "Maybe we could do it later today after-- AHHH DAD!"

Interrupting Pj before he could finish Pete quickly pulled the boy's underwear down with a rip and delivered a fast, sharp smack to the lad's right ass cheek. A simple and precise maneuver that the larger cat repeated several more times when he saw the way Pj flushed and shuddered at his actions.

This never failed to get both of them horny. Pete for obvious reasons. The submission. The way that nice plump ass jiggled. It lit a fire in his belly something awful! But he also enjoyed seeing the way Pj took to being paddled. Kid didn't know it yet but there was a nice S&M submissive hiding somewhere deep inside of him. A character trait Pete would enjoy bringing out of him someday.

For now though all Pete wanted was some nice "vanilla" flavored fucking to relax. Whips and handcuffs could wait for later. After pulling Pj's shorts and underwear all the way off he gave the boy's unprotected ass a few more playful whacks. Each slap he delivered punctuated by some verbal taunting to get his young progeny in the right state of mind for what he wanted to do.

"Come on ya chunky little whore. Just admit it already! Ya want some dick up dat fat fanny 'o' yers, don't ya?" Pete growled in a low and husky tone. "I can tell dat ya do b'cause of da way yer pract-tilly dry humpin' da table right now."

"I-I'm what!" Going completely still Pj peered down and then let loose a long mortified groan when he saw that has indeed grinding against the table he had just cleaned. "Oh man, I can't believe I'm doing that! When am I going to learn how to control myself."

"Why da fuck would ya want ta learn dat fer brat?" Wetting an index finger Pete unhurriedly slid the moist digit up and down a furry asscrack. "'Specially when ya got yerself a bunch of willin' studs ta give ya da business whenever and wherever ya need it. Yers truly being on da tippy top of dat list of course."

"Dad…" Pj half moaned, face pressed against the table under him.

"Ya dat's it boy, say m' name." Pete growled hotly. "But it's gonna take more than dat ta get wut ya need. Come on… say how bad ya want me ta ream out dis tight slutty hole between these sweet ol' cheeks of yers."

Nibbling on his bottom lip Pj did his very best to resist the overwhelming urge he had to heed Pete's filthy command. Again, he couldn't have sex right now! Not while there were chores to get done. Groceries to get. Floors to sweep and mop. Not to mention preparing for what him and Moose were going to do when he got home.

But no matter how much he told himself this he just couldn't ignore the tingling in his nether regions. A terribly pleasant sensation that only grew worse when an intrusive finger pushed its way between his still stinging ass cheeks. It's probing journey only just grazing his rear entrance in a way that drove Pj mad with blinding lust!

"Okay Dad, I’ll admit it!" Pj groaned, finally and completely giving into his building needs. "I want to do it so bad now! Just please hurry!! I… I… can't stand waiting anymore!!!"

"Heh-heh-heh, dat's Daddy's horny boy." Licking his lips hungrily Pete dropped down into a squat behind his now very willing partner, both of his hands cupping and then spreading the two fleshy mounds of Pj's bottom so he could get a proper view of what was concealed between.

It was as he did so that Pete saw something he hadn't been expecting. Not that he was truly surprised by the discovery. "Well, well, well looks like sumone already beat me to da punch!" His whistled as he stared at the red and raw condition of his son’s hole. "Who's sloppy seconds am I gettin' here? King Kong's or wuz it dat schmaltzy gator who bust a nut down here?"

"Me and Moose had sex when we woke up this morning." Pj admitted, a twinge of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. It was humiliating having his dad look at his anus like this. "He kept insisting we do it so he'd be more relaxed about today."

"Bet he didn't have ta try too hard ta convince ya though. Did he?" Pete prodded as he blew a hot breath onto the sensitive area before him. "Probably did dat thing where he gives ya them damn puppy dog eyes. Smart assed fucker always does dat to me when he want's sumthing."

Another whimper came out of Pj. "T-That's exactly when he did!" He grunted out. "Then he… he flipped me onto my belly and pounded me real fast."

"So he cut straight to da chase, huh?" Lowering his head Pete dragged his tongue across Pj's twitching hole, the taste of sweat and what he guessed to be gorilla cum further stoking his own horniness. "Boy really needs how ta learn how ta properly work his bitches up b'fore fucking them. Ya'know, sorta like I'm doin' ta you right now boy."

"Oh man…" Pj moaned, the slick, intrusive organ lapping at his hole becoming more insistent. "Darn that's sooooo good sir! You're the best at this!"

"Iffin ya think dat's good, then yer gonna love wut I got comin' after I finish." Pete growled.

Continuing on for several unabated minutes Pete proceeded to work Pj over in the worse and best of ways. Swirling his tongue around the hole he'd soon reclaim he reveled in each whimper and moan that he got out of his son. This was something he had oddly grown to like after all the sex they had shared. The taste, the heat, the knowledge that he could make the boy cum from this alone made him feel truly like a man among men. Though he'd never openly admit to liking such a thing aloud. Only real queers were supposed to enjoy rimming and even though he fucked around with men he wasn't like those people.

It was only when he was satisfied he had sufficiently made his son want more that Pete withdrew from his oral explorations. Delivering one last, long swipe up Pj's ass crack he replaced his tongue with two fingers. Both digits circling around the spit covered ring teasingly a few times before he sunk them in knuckle deep into Pj's quivering hole and wiggled them around, testing the waters.

This small amount off gentleness wasn't to last however because just as Pj was growing used to the intrusion Pete suddenly upped the ante. Like a man possessed the older male roughly began to finger fuck him with incredible speed and without a hint of restraint. Efforts which were greatly helped by the ample amount of cum left by Pj's previous sexual partner along with his own spit. Slickness that allowed him to quickly add in another finger to the mix and then a fourth when the time came.

Left reeling as his posterior was expertly prepared, Pj groaned long and hard. "OH MAN, OH MAN, OH MAN!" He chanted like a mantra. "Dad… please… p-please slow down! I'm gonna cum before you even get a chance to do anything else!"

"An ya wouldn't be satis-ma-fied iffin I jus used my fingers ta get ya off now would ya?" Pete huffed out as he watched half his hand disappear and reappear out of Pj's hole. "Well seein' as dat's da case then ya better ask fer it proper-like. Say it da way I taught ya. Ya know at yer last birthday."

Closing his eyes as he was reminded of that little event Pj groaned in embarrassment. During the big outdoor bar-b-que at Moose’s old house that had served as his birthday party Pete had somehow talked him into letting all of their guests to take turns giving him his "birthday fucks". A term Pj still wasn't sure he approved of.

Almost everyone present had agreed with the idea though. Pj quickly stripped and deposited on top of a picnic table so all their friends could take turns pounding his delectable bottom. That was when the embarrassing part happed. Pete being Pete of course had refused to begin the proceedings until Pj recited something he had written on a birthday card especially for the occasion. A short, filthy little speech that some of their guests snickered at when they saw the look on Pj's face after he read it.

There had been a staunch refusal on Pj’s part at first but after a lot of ribbing and goading from the gathered crowd he had relented. It was rude to refuse guests after all. Besides the reward he got for being such a good boy wasn't that bad. His dad eagerly riding him nice and hard in front of everyone. That first frantic coupling followed by many, many more as the party changed into some scene right out of Caligula.

All in all Pj had a great time at that party. Still, that didn't mean he was anywhere near comfortable saying what he said that day again. A sentiment he shared with Pete with a typical teenaged whine. "Do I really have to Dad?" He said pushing back against the fingers inside of him. "I mean, can't you tell how bad I want it already?"

"No boy, you gotta fuckin' ask fer it!" Pulling his fingers free Pete delivered wet slap to Pj's rear end, the slickness dripping from his hand leaving a wet spot in the fur where he struck. "No stop yer fussin' and fuckin' do it! Iffin ya don't then I'll jus leave ya here like this. All horny and needy."

Left with no other choice Pj clumsily stood and turned to his father. Modest erection bobbing up and down as he took several deep, calming breaths. "I…" He bit his bottom lip, face heating up even worse. "Please fuck me Daddy! Your slutty boy needs your big fat cock pounding his big chubby ass! Please breed me and leave a really… r-really big load inside! Fill me up sir!"

Appeased by the subservience of his offspring Pete reached out and took Pj by the front of his shirt, pulling him forward so he could deliver a long smoldering kiss. Then, once he was good and finished tasting the boy's mouth, he pulled away and shoved him down onto the floor. A dazed and now even hornier Pj ending up facedown with his bare ass up in the air as Pete came to stand behind him rubbing both his hands together gleefully.

"Here I come boy!" Pete announced as he slid off the old dingy bathrobe covering his body and dropped down onto his knees, completely naked, behind his son. "An I'm goin' ta enjoy fillin' up dis ass 'o' yers wit every ounce of m' spunk!"

"Oh man, dad!" Pj groaned out shamelessly as his dad took him by the hips. "YES! Please do that to me! PLEASE!!"

Growling like an animal when he heard more begging Pete reached down and took hold of his cock. The heavy organ dripping profusely as he stroked it slowly, a slick sheen covering the dark shaft. Lubed up he then pressed the head against the tight pucker he had prepared with his thumb. It along with the rest of his shaft slowly sinking in until he had completely bottomed out.

Feeling Pete's large hips meet his bare bottom, his hole stretched to its limits, Pj almost lost it then and there. Why? Why after being fucked so many times by this man did it still feel this darn good? Surely by now he would have gotten used to it. Yet here he was. About to cum from just the feel of that thick, veiny shaft between his cheeks. Heaven knew what he'd do once Pete began to move inside of him.

Almost as if he sensed what was going through his son's blissed out mind Pete choose that exact moment to start his savage assault. A sneer forming on his lips he began to ruthlessly breed the boy under him like the powerful alpha male he was. Each hard roll of his lower half earning him a delightful sounding squeal from Pj that only served to spur him on as he rutted without care.

This was how sex was supposed to be! Nothing more but a way to work out lustful aggression and sexual frustration. Nothing else! What sex most certainly was not was something to get all sentimental and lovey-dovey over like a certain Cajun kept hinting at.

Sure Pete might have enjoyed spending time with Bubba more than anyone else. Late night talks where they fooled around and drank beer while laughing their asses off being personal favorites of his. But all that didn't mean he wanted to go out to dinner or start celebrating anniversaries. Those sorts of things only lead to trouble. Trouble that started with a capital "M" and ended in "-arriage".

'An there ain't no way in fuck I'm going through dat sort a mess again.' Pete assured himself as he stared down at his son's heaving form. 'Don't care how much dis damn brat pesters me 'bout it!'

Grumbling under his breath when he remembered the guilt trip he'd been sent on Pete decided to get a little revenge. Increasing his speed he reached down and took Pj by the shoulders. Shifting the both of them into kneeling positions with a quick pull back. Forced to continue on in this new, slightly clumsy position Pj whimpered pitifully and began bouncing up and down of his own accord. Desperate to continue despite his inherent laziness when being pleasured.

"Oh geeze!" Overwhelmed by the pleasure he felt as his prostrate was repeatedly struck Pj groaned wantonly, head rolling back and resting on his dad's shoulder as he did. "Dad… dad you're… you're… hitting my… my…"

"I know, heh-heh. Yer tightenin' up every time m' rod taps da button." Pete chuckled as he worked his hands under Pj's shirt and tweaked both his nipples. "Bet yer happy ya agreed to this railin' now ain't ya? 'Course iffin yer not then I can always--"

"--NO, don't stop!" Pj shouted in alarm. Afraid that he wasn't showing his appreciation enough he ground down harder on the thick pillar impaling him. "Please. I'm sooooo close now! We can't stop now sir!"

"Fuck... Yer 'bout ta cum already?" Pete barked out with a laugh. Lowering one hand to the top of the Pj's still leaking member he rubbed the leaking head with his palm. "Ya really are way too easy. I still gotta few more hours' worth of steam left in da ol' kettle."

"H-Hours!?" Pj parroted, clearly alarmed. But any concern he held quickly left as his orgasm suddenly hit him. An intense event that had him thrashing about wildly with a loud moan as he came and submitted to his upcoming fate. "Okay sir!! Take as long as YOU NEED!!"

Take as long as he needed is exactly what Pete did after that first eruption too. For hours and hours he fucked Pj without any sign of slowing down or mercy. Each climaxing multiple times as they traveled all around the room. Fornicating, sucking, rimming, kissing, goosing, moaning, and fucking up a storm at each new stop.

After doing it doggy style on the floor for a second and third time the pair next moved over to the sluggish-boy recliner. Pj forced to squat above his dad's lap again as he rose and fell over the thick shaft between the older man's legs.

Up next was the couch. The duo laying on their sides on the cushions as Pete pounded into his naked boy from behind. Then they did it up against the wall next to the TV, on their knees in the corner by the bookshelf, by the living room entryway, and finally on top of the coffee table Pj had been working so hard to clean before the whole encounter had started.

It was only when the clock on the wall struck twelve that this uproariously hedonistic display of sexual overindulgence came to its inevitable end. Covered in sweat and starting to ache all over an all too pleased with himself Pete growled possessively as he dominated the smaller male on his back under him.

He had been right earlier. Screwing the ever loving hell out of Pj truly had been a spectacular way to start his day off. Best part about the whole thing too was that once he was finished breeding his oh so willing concubine Pete was going to order Pj go make him something for lunch. The prefect topper to a prefect morning of vigorous sex.

Staring up into his father's fierce gaze as his bottom was pounded into oblivion for the seventh straight hour in a row a raw and over stimulated Pj was also pleased with how things had gone that day. Though if he were to be honest, most of his appreciation came directly from the steel hard cock currently sliding in and out of his now very sore, well used hole.

How many times had he cum during all this he wondered. It was impossible to tell anymore. The many, many, many orgasms that had ripped through his naked and sweaty body bleeding into one another as they soldiered on without a moment's pause. All he did know was that he was loving every single moment of it all! The pleasure he felt unimaginable and extreme.

That's not to say the boy wasn't greatly relieved to see an end to the constant pounding when it came of course. There was only so much one could take after all. With a loud grunt as he held up Pj's thick legs Pete came like a roaring beast. The very sight of the large, flushed man groaning his release above him making Pj cum right alongside him as he watched the whole event through sleepy, half lidded eyes.

"Well, dat wuz one hell of a fuck-a-thon if I say so m'self!" Pete remarked smugly after several minutes of post orgasm panting. Pulling out he peered down and smirked when he noticed his cum dribbling down Pj's asscrack and onto the carpet. "Wut do ya got ta say boy? Ya think you've had enough fer now?"

"Yeah dad I've had enough." Pj managed to say through a heavy breath. "And then some!"

Lowering and raising his legs Pj rocked back and forth until he rolled into a sitting position. Vision going around the room afterwards to take in the chaos they had left in their wake he sighed. "I just wish we hadn't trashed everything while doing it." He added. "It's going to take forever to clean again. You know… unless someone helps me."

"I ain't helpin' ya clean. Dat's yers and Monkey Boy's job. Not mine." Pete rumbled as he stood and made his way back over to his recliner still very naked. "B'fore ya do dat though, how 'bout ya make sumthin' ta eat? I'm hungry 'nough ta eat a horse over here an I don't mean dat in da fun way."

Making a face at that repulsive joke Pj reluctantly lifted himself off of the floor. Leave it to his dad to ruin the post coital cool down by barking orders. Almost made him wonder why Bubba was so keen to get closer to the inconsiderate man.

Still, as he got redressed Pj supposed making something small wouldn't exert too much of his energy. "Okay then sir. What do you want?" He asked. "I think I can heat up soup or we have deli ham and cheese I can turn into a--

"I'll take sum freshly cooked pot roast on rye bread with all da dressings, sum of them home made crinkly fries ya make, an five of those beers I keep up in da attic." Pete cut in as he made himself comfortable in his favorite chair. "Oh, an while yer at it put on dat turkey we got from dat baloney salesman fer later."

Rolling his eyes at the complexity of that order Pj resisted the urge he felt to complain and dutifully left the room, passing through the foyer and entering the kitchen with a tired gait. With that much food to be made he'd probably be spending the better part of the afternoon toiling away in front of the stove.

Or at least that's how things seemed until food preparations were put on temporary hold when all of the phones within the D'caht household suddenly came to life. Their shrill ringing making Pj look up as he took a frozen turkey out of the freezer and Pete's irritated voice rang out from the other side of the house.

"Fer fucks sake boy! Answer dat damned thing already!!" The grouchy man bellowed. "I can't hear da gruff, but lovable, warden blackmailin' da prison chaplain inta suckin' him off in da confessional over here!"

Shuddering when heard the synopsis of what his dad was watching Pj quickly went over to the phone and picked it up. "Okay dad I got it!" He announced as he held the receiver up to his ear. Then to whoever was calling he added, "Hello? D'caht Residence. How can I help you?"

"D'caht!?" An elderly sounding voice repeated over the line. "Dagnabit, newfangled, smarty-ma phones! Why the hidey-ho is it so darn hard ta dial da right number on these darn things!?"

"Um… sorry you got the wrong number sir." Pj said, a grin forming on his lips at the old timey cursing he was hearing. It was odd hearing someone try and censor their language for a change. "If you want maybe I can help you find the right one. I got the phone book right here."

There was a chuckle from whoever Pj was speaking to. "Well I appreciate your help! You're very polite fer a young'un." They said. "Let's see… I wuz trying fer my son Peter Pete's Place. Could-a sworn yer number wuz da one I wanted."

"Peter Pete?" Pj repeated, surprise flashing across his features. Hadn't that had been his dad's full name before he married his mom? If this man was looking for a son by that name then maybe that meant he was… "…Pop-pop Peter?"

Trailing Pj's shocked revelation there was a soft gasp from the mysterious caller. "Wait a gosh darn minute! Am I talking to Pete's Little Pj!?" The man, apparently Pop-Pop Peter, exclaimed happily. "It is you innit! Holy-moly I can't believe how grown up ya sound!"

With that final confirmation Pj finally understood that, yes, he was speaking with his fraternal grandfather. A man whom he had only spoken to once over the phone briefly back when he was four. In fact, up until that very moment he had been entirely convinced that the older man had passed away since no one had heard from him in over fifteen years.

Unaware of what his call was doing to his grandson "Pop-pop Peter" continued to happily talk. "Well I'm just thrilled I got da right number after all!" He laughed. "Guess yer ol' Pop-pop's better at using these new gizmos than he thought, aye?"

"Yeah… um, I guess so sir." Pj agreed, still slightly gob smacked.

"So anyway Little Pj I wanted ta tell da family that I'm planning ta stop by fer a visit!" The mature man proudly revealed. "Figured it was high time I rea-ma-quainted myself with da family. Been way too long since I last laid eyes on ya."

'He's coming to visit!?' Pj thought, a surge of panic hitting him like a bus. "W-When w-w-were you thinking of c-coming?" He asked, voice cracking out of fear. "Y-You know so I can warn, I-I mean, t-tell everybody."

There was the sound of a car horn over the phone before Peter replied. "Closing in on Spoonerville right now so I reckon 'round dinnertime." He informed happily. "Hope you'll save me a spot when I arrive. I'm hungry 'nough ta eat a horse over here and I don't in da fun way!"

Blushing when he heard the same dirty joke again Pj found himself unable to reply properly. "O-Okay…" He did manage to grunt out. "I… I'll be sure to tell everyone you're coming."

"Alright boy you go and do dat fer me." Peter said kindly. "Now iffin you'll excuse yer ol' Pop-pop he's got himself a tailgater ta teach a lesson to!"

The line going dead after a mild expletive rang out Pj was left, dumbstruck, as the sound of the phone's dial tone filled the empty kitchen. "Oh boy…" He said, a slow breath coming out. "I sure hope dad’s up for a visitor on his day off."

(And that Mr. Diary was how what should have been a normal summer day of chores and exhausting sex slowly started to snowball into something much, much better. Not that I knew just how great things were going to turn out as I went off to tell my dad about our upcoming guest. Actually, at that moment the only thing that was going through my mind was how the heck was I going to handle meeting Pop-pop Peter for the first time.

Guess after hearing me say that you're wondering why I was such a nervous wreck about the whole thing. Well, to fully answer that question I guess I better tell you a little more about my grandpa. You see ever since I was a little kid my dad used to tell me and my sister stories about his own dad. About how our Pop-pop Peter was the nastiest, most tyrannical, most underhanded, sneaky, mean-spirited "son of a bitch" who ever lived. Um… his words… not mine of course.

As you can expect, after hearing that my entire young life I wasn't exactly looking forward to being around my childhood boogieman. I mean, for all I knew he was coming over to eat me or something. Heh, little did I know just how right I'd end up being. Though, I think I'm getting a little ahead of myself now aren't I? Back to what happened after Pop-pop called us okay. After hanging up I made my way back to the living room to… … … and then Dad started doing something I never thought I'd see… … … and that's when I heard someone knocking at the door… … … … …)

Hiding behind the wall next to the living room's entrance a frazzled Pj did his best to psyche himself up for what he was about to do. Not only did he have to deal with the pressure of his grandpa's visit but now he had to contend with interrupting his father's day off. If only he had finished making some sort of food before that phone call happened! Maybe then he could distract the older man with something tasty to eat instead of coming in empty handed.

But understanding he had to brave the consequences quickly less their guest arrive without warning Pj took a deep breath and forged onwards. Entering the still very messy room he hesitantly called out to his father, announcing his arrival. However, any and all speech suddenly died on his lips the very second he caught sight of what the sex crazed man had gotten up to in the mere five minutes since he had left the room.

Bunkered down in his overstuffed recliner with one leg draped over the armrest a still very much naked Pete was actively and verbally pleasuring himself with his own hand. Unconcerned with the world around he busily stoked himself while watching a vividly raunchy six person gangbang play out on the TV in front of him. The sounds of his own exertions along with that of the TV's and the squeaking of his chair so loud Pj wondered why he hadn't noticed the sound from the other room.

Witnessing this erotic spectacle play out though Pj almost instantly became entranced and slowly approached the masturbating man with awed wonder. 'How the heck can he still be that horny after all that sex we just had?' He wondered in shock. 'More importantly, why am I starting to get turned on again watching him do it!?'

Noticing Pj as the scene in his movie ended in a glorious circle jerk money shot Pete reluctantly turned away from the screen to aim an annoyed glare at the bothersome boy. "Wut da hell you starin' at?" He grunted out as he continued moving his hand. "And where da hell is 'm food!? Thought I told ya I was hungry 'nough ta eat a--"

"--Horse. Yeah I know sir." Pj cut in as he snapped out his daze. What was with the men in his family and that joke? Had it been passed down throughout the ages or something?

Responding to the question though Pj quickly looked away from his preoccupied father. "I… I sorta got distracted answering the phone and haven't made anything yet." He explained carefully. "It's a good thing I did too because you won't believe who called us!"

"It had better'ave been Lou's Sex Emporium callin'!" Increasing his movements as he fisted his maleness Pete turned back to the TV, growling angrily. "Damned woman workin' there said da "Assblaster: Tronco De Arbol XXL" I 'specially ordered from Guatemala would be ready three fuckin' weeks ago!"

"Um… it wasn't about that." Pj replied as he attempted to quell the building desire he felt to drop down onto his hands and knees and suck Pete off then and there. "It was… ah… Pop-pop Peter sir! He said he's coming over later today."

It was at this point that Pete finally ceased in his intense bout of lascivious onanism. Body going completely still he ever so slowly placed both feet on the floor and turned to stare at his son. An expression stuck somewhere between bewilderment and pure shock appearing on his face as he sat there processing what he had just heard.

Then, after nearly a full minute of silence, Pete finally reacted to the news which had been brought to him. Springing out of his chair quicker than a man his size should have been able to, the forty-year slapped his knee and let loose a booming laugh that seemed to shake the very foundations of their house.

"HOT DAMN! Pops is comin'!" He shouted, a manic grin on his face as he vibrated with excitement. A frown suddenly appearing Pete took Pj by the shoulders and shook him rapidly. "Ya better as hell not be lyin' ta me 'bout this boy!" He snarled. "This ain't da sorta thing ya joke about! GOT IT!"

"I-I-I-I-I-I'm n-n-n-n-not ly-i-i-i-i-i-ing!" Pj unsteadily said as he was shook senseless. Stumbling back when he was released the dizzy boy fell down onto the couch. "O-Or at least I don't think I am." He amended after landing. "Pop-pop could still change his mind about coming, right? Right!?"

"Nope… when Pop's says he's comin' fer ya then he's a-comin'!" Bringing his hand up to rub at his chin Pete wasted no time in thinking up a list of preparations they now had to make. "Alright kid, ya better listen up an' listen good!"

"Okay sir?" Pj said from his spot on the couch. "I-I'm all ears."

Pete made a sniffing sound, again pleased by his son's complete obedience. "Good." He nodded. "First things first! Go an get dat bouncy ass 'o' yers back in da kitchen and start cookin' us up a whole damn feast!"

"You mean the turkey and roast beef sandwiches?" Pj wondered.

"No I don't mean turkey an roast beef sandy-whiches boy!" Pete snapped. Motioning to the back room with his hand he grumbled. "Go out to da special freezer out back and pull out those steaks I won offa dat pussy-cat mayor of ours ta grill. While yer doin' dat I'll go upstairs and dig out some of m' Cuban cigars, da best brandy, and an assload of… of-- HOLY FUCK!"

Cursing at the top of his lungs Pete snapped his head from left to right several times, frantically looking around the room. Strewed about everywhere were several gay porn DVDs, battery operated sex toys, empty tubs of ass grease brand lube, and other X-rated bric-a-brac. Items he had been spending the better part of a year collecting and cataloging ever since that balmy autumn day he had first fucked Pj up in his bedroom.

Taking all this in Pete instantly came to his conclusion he couldn't let his straight as an arrow father find out what he had gotten into gay sex! Just one peek at the "Big Dicked Ass Reamers 4" DVD by his feet and the older man would kick his ass so hard he'd be launched clear into the stratosphere!

Instantly starting to panic at the thought of disappointing his father Pete quickly shifted gears and barked out a new series of commands. "Alright boy, ferget wut I just said!" He said urgently. "Instead of making dinner right now yer gonna help me pack up all this gay crap and cram it downstairs in da dungeon!"

Blinking at the sudden one-eighty Pj quickly cleaned his left ear with a finger, thinking he hadn't heard right. But to his continued befuddlement a now visibly frightened Pete began running around the room cleaning at top speed. Something Pj never thought he'd see the other man do in his entire life.

Worried by this new disturbing behavior--well, disturbing by "Pete" standards--Pj rushed over to the older man and grabbed his arm. "Dad! Dad! Calm down." He pleaded. "I agree we gotta clean up and everything. But, there's no need to panic…" He giggled nervously. "…Right? It's j-just Pop-pop Peter after all."

Turning around with a glare Pete jabbed a floppy purple dildo at his son's face. "You kiddin' boy!? Dis is da prefect time ta panic our asses off!" He huffed. "Iffin we don't "De-gay-a-fy" da whole house b'fore Pop's gets here there'll be a hellava lot a hell ta pay!"

"T-T-There will be?" Pj stammered, his previous concern bubbling to the surface again. If his grandpa really didn't like gay people then how would he react to Moose when the gorilla came home?

"Damn right there will!" Carrying the pile he had collected over to his son Pete rudely dumped the entire load into his awaiting arms. "I'm telling' ya boy, dat deranged grampy-pa of yers can really throw a fit when it comes ta gay crap. Fuck, I 'member once when he beat da hell outta dis one guy b'cause he said he looked sexy."

Pj felt himself pale a little. "H-He did?"

"Hell yeah he fickin' did!" Pete confirmed. Looking into the distance he giggled. Actually giggled! "Didn't see it m'self though since I wuz too young ta see a proper manglin' yet, but I sure as hell heard da poor bastard screamin' an moanin' fer mercy after Pop's dragged him off behind our old building."

"Really? But Pop-pop sounded so nice when we talked just now." Pj said. It was hard to believe that the friendly voice over the phone belonged to such a bruiser. "He can't really be that dangerous."

"Oh he's dangerous all right!" Pete said, continuing to brag. "My old man wuz an' is da toughest piece 'o' shit this side of da mason Dixon line! Probably why he's been in an out of da hoosegow so many times over da years."

Pj nearly dropped the load of junk he was carrying. "POP-POP WENT TO JAIL!" He yelped with a high voice. "I-Is that why he hasn't visited us in so long!?"

There was a smirk on Pete's face as he motioned for Pj to following him out of the room and over to the basement door. "Pop's got caught smugglin' pet pugs over da boarder fer sum guy in Oregon last I heard." He explained, sounding oddly proud. "Nearly broke my heart hearin' he got pinched like dat."

"Geeze…" Pj said in a quiet voice. "I remember all those stories you used to tell but I didn't think Pop-pop Peter was a crook."

"He ain't no simple crook boy. He's a unrepentant criminal mastermind!" Reaching the basement door Pete ungracefully kicked it open and began tossing things haphazardly down the steps. "Now iffin yer done askin' stupid questions how 'bout you get ta cleanin' down here while I go an' do da upstairs an do da same?"

Throwing the last of what they had down the stairs Pete wordlessly went off to do his part of the laborious task at hand. Left behind to watch the older male as he ascended up the steps Pj blew out a long breath, lips making a motor sound. For the life of him he just couldn't wrap his head around everything he had just learned about his grandpa.

Beating people up, smuggling, being in jail? It was almost to awful to be true. Though that last one made more sense the more he thought about it. Pop-pop Peter being in jail would explain why he hadn't been around for a visit before today. But knowing that only made Pj worry even more. An ex-convict in their home? He might try and rob them or something or worse!"

Of course there wasn't anything he could do about these fears right now. Pop-pop Peter was well on his way to their house and there was nothing he could do but clean up like Pete had told him. A chore which as he looked over to the row of alphabetically categorized dirty magazines on a nearby shelf he wholeheartedly agreed with. Pj might have spent the whole of the last year getting pounded by half of Spoonerville but he in no way wanted that advertised to his grandpa.

"I just hope we'll be able to fit everything downstairs." Pj murmured as set to cleaning. "If not then we better invest in storage space or something."

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Later That Afternoon…

Dramatically flopping down onto the couch with an "oomph" Pj smiled lazily to himself while soaking in the labors of the job he'd just completed. It had taken them a total of two and a half hours but finally, at long last, him and his dad had completely "de-gay-a-fied" the whole house. Now there wasn't a single pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs or a riding crop anywhere to be seen. Almost as if they lived in a normal house again, huh?

Pj's enjoyment of the wholesome atmosphere was quickly sullied again however when a jock-strap clad Pete entered the clean room with a large, overflowing box containing the last of his indecent curios. "This oughta 'bout do it." He declared while giving it a noisy shake. "Now all I got ta do now is get m'self dressed proper-like an I'm done."

Gazing over at the other man Pj snorted lightly. "I still can't believe you bought that much sex junk in only eleven months." He said. "It's gonna take you forever to put it all back after Pop-pop leaves."

"Ya mean it's goin' ta take you ferever ta put it all back." Pete corrected. "But dat's fer later I 'spose. Right now ya got yerself cookin' ta get back to."

Reluctantly sitting back up Pj whimpered. "You still want me to cook dinner?" He asked pitifully. "But I just got done cleaning the whole downstairs! Not to mention all that stuff you did to me this morning."

"Dat backsass I'm hearin' over there brat?" Pete asked warningly. "Cause iffin it is then…"

Leaving the threat hanging in the air Pete sent Pj one of his infamous "looks". Very same one he had learned from his own father years ago. As usual it only took a few moments of seeing this harsh expression for Pj to falter. Vision lowering down to the floor as Pete smirked at him in victory. Sometimes it was good to remind Pj who was king of their household. Just like his dad used to do with him.

"Dat's a good little slut." Pete said once he had fully subjugated his boy. Turning to leave he issued out another command over his shoulder before leaving. "Oh, and while yer in there cookin' feel free ta use wutever else ya find in da freezer an start chillin' a few six packs of m' special imported beer."

"Really?" Pj said, honestly surprised. Then putting his hands up with a cringe. "N-Not that I'm questioning you sir."

"Yeah boy really." Pete confirmed, voice atypically soft. "We don't want ta piss Pop's off by servin' him da cheap stuff we've been givin' everyone else. Man like him gets only da best."

Halfheartedly nodding back Pj got off of the couch and stretched his sore body. "Alright then dad." He said. "I'll make sure to make this the best, most delicious meal I've ever made for you."

"Yeah, you go an do that fer me boy." Pete agreed with an uninterested huff. "Now iffin you'll excuse me I got myself sum shit ta do. Call me when Pop's gets here."

Both men leaving the room after that Pj stopped at the kitchen entrance for a moment and watched as Pete climbed up the stairs. The pleasant warmth he felt in his belly from the sight of the older man's furry backside through the back straps of his jockstrap pushed aside as he shook his head in wonderment.

First the lazy, grouchy man had helped him clean up the house and now he was giving up his prized food stuffs and best liquor. He certainly was acting charitable that afternoon. Well that or Pete was trying to impress his own father with the spoils of his many, many dubious enterprises.

"Somehow I'm guessing it's more that second one then the first." Pj mumbled as he went into the kitchen. "Still, I can't complain. Least I'm getting something out of it too."

Setting about the chore he had been given Pj began taking out everything he needed to make the big meal he now had planned and started cooking. Despite his earlier complaints, he was actually looking forward to making something now. Mostly because of the expensive ingredients he was being allowed to use from his dad's private freezer out back. Maybe he'd even go as far as to try one of those old family recipes Mr. Fraido had taught him one day after work.

However, halfway through cooking for dinner that night Pj was once again interrupted when a loud knocking suddenly came from the direction of their home's front door. Heavy, ominous rapping that instantly made the apron clad youth's blood pressure skyrocket as he went over peeked out fearfully into the foyer.

'That can't be Pop-pop Peter already. Could it?' Pj asked himself, butterflies instantly starting to flap about in his belly as he fully entered the front room. 'H-He said he'd be coming over around dinner time and it's only three!'

Shuffling closer to the closed door he carefully lifted himself up onto his tiptoes to peer through the peephole. It had to be the deliveryman or something. Yeah, that was it! Heaven knew they saw the man often enough. The heavyset bulldog had even joined in on one of their many sexual encounters. The many mail related puns that had resulted from their intimate encounter still making Pj cringe to that very day.

Unfortunately, instead of seeing a man in a brown uniform on their stoop the person Pj saw standing outside turned out to be just who he had feared it would be. Right there, in all his scary glory was his estranged grandpa. Full appearance partially hidden thanks to him having his back to the door. His attention focused squarely on something just out of sight somewhere out on the lawn.

'Figures he'd get here early.' Pj lamented as he took a step back and quickly removed his apron. 'Darn I have the worse luck.'

Here it was. After years and years of hearing all those horror stories about him Pj was about to meet the monster of a man in the flesh. Would he be as mean-spirited and cruel as Pete had always told him? Or would he be even worse? They didn't exactly send nice guys off to prison for over a decade after all.

Either way Pj was a host and doing the polite thing he went to open the door. Taking a deep breath he grabbed the doorknob and turned it, pulling the wooden barrier open in one swift moment as he readied himself to face whatever horrible outcome was about to happen.

Strangely enough, the thing that happened next turned out to be the complete opposite of what he had been expecting. Instead of being devoured or robbed right there on the spot Pj suddenly found himself pulled into a bone crushing, yet oddly warm and welcoming, hug. It's strength and comfort somewhat unsettling as he was partially lifted and then rocked happily from side to side.

"Holy-moly Little Pj, ya look just like yer daddy did when he was yer age!" And exuberant Pop-pop Peter exclaimed while continuing to squeeze the life out of his shocked grandchild. "Just da spitting image!"

Only managing a few incoherent muffled sounds as his face was mashed into an old spice scented cardigan Pj tried in vain to break out of his grandpa's vice-like grip. So much for him being a hardened criminal he supposed. Violent ex-convicts didn't usually give hugs like this. Though if the older man continued on like he was there just might be a smothering he'd have to answer for later.

Thankfully, just before Pj thought he was going to suffocate in his grandpa's overly affectionate embrace he was finally released. Senses left in a complete daze as he was pushed back and then held at arm's length as Pop-pop Peter proceeded to give him another once over.

"Dagnabit son! I can't believe how big you are!" Peter told him fondly. Roughly patting Pj on the arms the older men chuckled infectiously. "Bet you got ta beat off the ladies with a stick don't ya? Ain't a woman alive who can resist us Pete men when we're in our prime!

Giving his head a hard shake to gather himself Pj nervously giggled back. A little too loudly for his liking. "Um… something like that." He muttered noncommittally. "Y-You look good too sir."

Given the opportunity as the other man merrily laughed again--a habit of his apparently--Pj shyly let his own vision roam over his fraternal grandfather. It was alarming just how much he looked like his dad. Same facial features. Same body size and shape. Even the same growly baritone that somehow both excited Pj and filled him with a healthy amount of dread.

That's not to say both men were exact duplicates though. Unlike Pete the senior feline had a slight graying in his ebony colored fur. Then there was the way he seemed to carry himself. Were as Pete was always scowling or frowning with an aggressive stance, Pop-pop Peter appeared to have a much more friendly aura about him. Said checkered cardigan sweater he wore with matching golf cap and baggy brown slacks giving him the appearance of one of those typical kindly senior citizen types you'd see playing bingo in a recreational center somewhere.

Noticing as he was inspected by his young grandson Peter reached out and ruffled the boy's head fur. "Sumthing da matter Little Pj?" He questioned with smile. "Don't tell me you're going ta act all shy around your ol' Pop-pop now. I know we ain't met before but still: we're family!"

"Kid's probably just recovering from almost being crushed by you, ya old fart." A new voice suddenly said from somewhere beyond the porch. "While he does how about you get that big butt back over here and help me with these damn presents? Don't know how much longer I can hold'um for you."

Happy expression shifting into one of guilt in a heartbeat Peter speedily spun around and rushed forwards, shoulders slumped in remorse and voice apologetic as he spoke to whoever it was out on the lawn. "Sorry 'bout that!" He told them. "Got so caught up in saying hello to Little Pj here that I plum forgot you wuz still around."

"Just don't go making a habit of it alright." Whoever it was said, sounding clearly amused. "Now come on! Take these damn things so I can see this grandson you've been talking my ear off about since we left Utahzona!"

"Wutever ya say Thumpy." Peter practically cooed as he stepped aside. His use of a nickname for whoever he had brought with him not going unnoticed by Pj. "Here, let me take those nasty ol' boxes off your hands. Can't have you wearing yerself out now can we?"

Curiosity peeking as his grandpa helped his friend Pj leaned to the side and peered past the large man and onto the sunlit lawn in front of his house. Moving towards them was a portly looking rabbit who quickly handed off the large stack of wrapped boxes he was carrying to Peter.

Like Pop-pop Peter, this newcomer was an mature man as well. Body stout and heavyset with dark grayish fur speckled with bits of black here and there. It was his face though that drew the most attention. Under a bright pink nose the bunny had one of the bushiest handlebar mustaches Pj had ever seen. Almost like something he's once seen in those old western movies they played late at night on TV.

"So you're Peter's Little Pj huh?" The mustachioed man said, hand going out in greeting as he did. "Well, I'd damn happy to finally meet you kid. Name's Franklin Lapinski."

Unsure as to just who this person was and still mighty confused by the pleasantness of this whole encounter Pj hesitantly took the palm being offered. "I-I'm Pj D'caht." He shyly returned. "It's nice to meet you too sir."

Not seeing the look that crossed Peter's face when Pj said his last name Franklin grinned at the younger man. "Damn, you are real polite aren't you?" He observed. "Petey must be right then. You probably don't spend a single night alone cause you're such a catch!"

Ducking his head at such high praise Pj felt heat rise in both his cheeks. It was embarrassing hearing a family member and a complete stranger say those sorts of things about him. It almost felt like they were flirting with him.

But as soon as that strange little notion popped up in his mind he was quick to push it back down. His grandpa and Mr. Lapinski weren't flirting with him. They were just being nice. He really needed to stop thinking that every man he met wanted to get him in bed.

Though… when he really thought about it… things sorta always seemed to turn out that way. Almost like someone was purposely putting him in bizarre sexual situations to get some sort of sick, cheap thrill.

Ignorant of the epiphany his grandson was about to make Pete laughed loudly at his long eared companion. "Heh-heh-heh, darn right he's dat popular!" The feline boasted proudly. "And just you wait until you see the rest of the family! Little Pj here has the cutest sister and prettiest momma you ever did see!"

Hearing his grandpa bring up his mother and sister Pj intense train of thought was derailed before he could finish. Didn't his grandpa know about his parent's divorce? Apparently not given the carefree look he still wore upon his face. That meant he'd have to inform him about what had happened. A topic Pj never really liked talking about to be honest.

"Um… actually Pop-pop, my mom and dad split up a few years ago." Pj hesitantly revealed with a sad look When Pete's smile dropped again the hefty boy sighed and motioned for them come inside. "W-Why don't we go inside and so I can tell you about it?"

Cheerful nature having dimmed somewhat by the bad news Peter nodded in sympathy. "Sounds like a plan Little Man." He agreed. "Go ahead and lead da way."

Softly snorting in amusement at Peter's rhyming Pj quickly ushered the three of them into his home. The noisy summer afternoon outside quickly blocked out as the door was closed and the pudgy boy led his new guests into the living room.

"I have to go into the kitchen real quick before we start so would either of you like a drink?" Pj asked the two older men as they walked into the room. "We have ice tea, soda, or beer if you really want it."

Taking a seat on the couch when it was silently offered to them Peter opened his mouth, uttering what started to sound like the first part of the word "beer". Just as he was about to though Franklin, who had sat down next to him, gave him a firm look that quickly had the larger man huffing.

"I guess I'll have da ice tea." Peter said with an exaggerated pout. "Yer a real spoilsport Franklin."

"Don't give me that Peter." Franklin gently shot back. "You know you can't have any alcohol." Turning to Pj after the long eared man winked. "No reason why I can't have a beer though." He smirked. "Hope it's a cold one. Need it after dealing with this ornery sucker on the road all week.

Holding back a snicker as Peter proceeded to childishly stick his tongue out at Mr. Lapinski, the rabbit rolling his eyes at the childishness of his companion's actions, Pj felt a slow smile creep across his lips again. It was strange seeing someone who looked just like his dad act so… so… jovial, he supposed.

"Alright then one beer and one ice tea coming up." Pj said mentally jotting down their orders. "Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable while I get them please. I'll try and be quick."

Two thumbs up coming from his older companions Pj exited the room with a lightness in his steps. His grandpa seemed like nice guy. Far different from the monster he always imagined him to be while growing up. His dad must have been trying to scare him or something. Pj wouldn't put it past Pete after all.

Speaking of his father, after he got the two drinks and checked the food, Pj decided it was high time he made an appearance. Stopping by the staircase on his way back to the living room the boy quickly called up to Peter from the bottom of the stairs. "DAD!" He shouted. "Pop-pop Peter's here!"

As soon as Pj finished there was a heavy round of stomping from upstairs. A stampede that only came to an end when a thankfully dressed Pete appeared and started to rush down the steps. "He's here already!?" He said as he shoved the tail of his shirt into his pants. "Thought ya said Pop's wouldn't be here until dinner!"

"Well, most old people eat around four don't they? Maybe that's what he meant." Pj suggested with a little shrug. Nodded over to the living room next he then giggled. "Anyway he's in there with a friend of his. They both seem really friendly."

"Yer waaaaay too fuckin' trustin' boy." Pete scoffed with a wave of his hand. Looking over to the other room he snickered. "Iffin I know 'm Pop's--an I do--he's jus lurin' us inta a false sense 'o' security. Probably in there right now casein' out dis joint fer da valuables!"

Previous apprehension returning with full force Pj made a worried face. "Y-You really think so?" He said, voice hushed. "Maybe I shouldn't have left them alone then."

Much to Pj's frustration Pete simply laughed at his concerns. "Damn right ya shouldn't have boy. Pops can steal da shirt right offa yer back b'fore ya even know wut hits ya!" He said, ambling away. "Now come on. Bettin' dat beer ya got is fer him an ya don't want ta keep a man like dat waitin'."

"I guess you don't sir." Pj agreed.

Taking a gulp Pj reluctantly followed after Pete as the two of them returned to the living room. Just which impression of his fraternal grandfather was the right one? The sinister con-man playing them for suckers or the friendly old man he had just met at the front door. He sincerely hoped it was the latter.

Entering the room with his son in tow Pete smiled brightly when he caught sight of his dad's face. But this happy expression soon evaporated when he fully took in the older man's appearance. Was he wearing a hand knitted sweater!? A-And were those orthopedic loafers on both his feet! His old man looked like… well… like an OLD MAN!

Preoccupied with his father's brand new look Pete failed to notice it coming closer to him until it was far too late. Chuckling like a madman Peter rushed forward and roughly wrapped both his arms around his stunned son. Pete finally breaking out of his self-induced fugue state to experience being hugged by his father for the first time ever.

Pointedly avoiding the two large men as they greeted each other in the center of the room Pj silently went over to Mr. Lapinski and offered him his beverage. "Does Pop-pop always act like this when he meets people?" He questioned the rabbit. "N-Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Thumb popping the cap of his beer bottle off and then drinking from it Franklin shook with amusement. "Does it every damn time." He said wryly. "I don't think your daddy's too happy about it though. Looks like he's about to blow a gasket over there."

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True enough Pete appeared more constipated than happy as his dad continued to hug him for what was nearly a minute now. His expression only returning to its normal scowl when Peter reluctantly let him go to clap the younger man on his upper arm.

"You don't got no idea how happy I am ta see ya again Junior!" Peter said happily "Been way too long since I last got da a chance ta hug-a-ma-fy ya real good."

Unable to contain himself any longer the older man tried to pull his son back into another bear hug, one Pete quickly avoided this time by backpedaling as fast as his feet could take him. Staring owlishly at his father once he was a safe distance away he then tried his hardest to figure out what the heck was going on. Pops hadn't even tried to pickpocket him once during that whole unwanted hug-fest.

"Alright old man wut are you playin' at?" He asked suspiciously.

Mellowing at the accusation Peter cocked his head with a puzzled look. "Wut do ya mean by dat son?" He wondered. "Wuz jus trying ta give ya a good old fashioned hug wuz all."

"Since when do you go handin' out hugs Pops?" Pete countered with an almost identical expression. "Last time sumone tried sumthin' like dat ya went an knocked their teeth in! Heh-heh Father McNulty never knew wut hit him dat one Christmas eve."

Looking embarrassed Peter uncomfortably scratched his left cheek. "Well… I've sorta learned dat ain't da proper way ta act after going to all dem anger management classes da court sent me to." He mumbled. "Besides Junior, yer m'boy! No reason I'd slug ya like I did dat welching holy man back in eighty-one."

Eyebrow raised Pete eyed his father for several long moments before snapping his fingers with a should. "Alright, I got ya now Pops." He said, sinister grin forming. "Yer butterin' me up so I'll help ya with one of yer schemes ain't ya? No way in hell you'd be actin' dis schmaltzy otherwise!"

"I ain't trying ta do dat son." Peter insisted, sounding hurt. Holding out his hands in surrender the mature man frowned sadly. "Honest I ain't. Just happy ta see ya is all."

Again Pete laughed. This time a little harder as the ever-present creep of worry tainted the sound. "Come on Pops, stop tryin' ta trick me." He said calmly. "Ya know I'd be happy ta help ya wit wutever grand scheme yer cookin' up there in dat genius mind of yers. Have been ever since ya taught me ta pinch pockets when I wuz three."

"But son…" Peter tried to explain again with a sigh.

"It a'nutter one of dem fake telly-marketin' schemes?" Pete prodded with a smirk as he ignored his dad's attempt to correct him. "Or are ya fixin' horse races again? Ya always did have a way of puttin' da fear of god inta dem smart mouthed jockeys."

Again Peter tried to interject, his voice a little shaky as he held both his hands out trying to stop Pete from asking more. "Son I ain't--"

"--Yer not sellin' bootleg Frozen DVDs or sumthin' like dat are ya?" Pete rolled his eyes with a huff. "Da money's good yeah, but dat's jus too damn easy. Fuckin' movie's way too popular ta offer up any challenge in trickin' rubs inta buyin' it."

"Will ya stop runnin' yer mouth fer one fuckin' second boy!" Pete snapped suddenly. Eyes aflame and posture belligerent as he growled angrily. Both Pete and Pj going eerily still as a reflex. It truly was scary how similar he sounded to his son in that one moment

However as soon as this fierceness appeared it suddenly vanished. Peter closing his eyes with a guilty shudder as he let out a slow breath. "I ain't dat kind 'o' man no more Junior." He reiterated slowly. "In fact, I ain't ripped-off or cheated nobody even once since I got out of da slammer a few years back."

Pete made a disgruntled face. Hope beginning to falter. "Y-Yer kiddin' me right?" He looked over to Pj and Franklin who had been watching their exchange. "He's kiddin' me right?"

"Nope junior, I'm dead serious." Peter assured again with a firm nod. "Soon as I my sentence wuz up I figured it was high time ta turn over a new leave. Legally went bought a nice little place in a retirement community in south Utahzona so I could spend m' waning years tending to a little rose garden an doing m' best ta keep sober."

"Sure ya did Pops." Pete said instantly not believing what he was hearing. Boy could his dad could really pour it on when he needed to. Almost sounded like he was being sincere. Giving his father's long-eared companion a long look next he hummed. "An I 'sppose dis here is yer pastor or sumthin'?

Taking a slow deep breath Peter shared a look with Franklin. "Nah son, he's much more than dat." He said, sounding suddenly nervous. "Frankie here is my … well he's sorta… my…" Another deep breath. "Well ya see, me an him… we're… we're… Dagnabit! Why's it so darn hard ta say to ya out loud!"

"You can do it." Franklin gently encouraged when the other man stalled. Lifting himself out of his seat the rabbit went over to Peter and rested his hand on his shoulder, gently massaging it as he moved in closer. "It's the whole damn reason why we made this whole trip remember? You wanted to tell him in person."

Seeing the two interact so intimately Pj suddenly realized what was going on and gasped. A soft sound that caught Pete's attention as he looked over to him for a second before returning his attention back to his dad and his fat bunny friend. Speaking of that, for just a "friend" the rabbit was being awfully handsy right now. What was strange about it too was that his Pop's seemed thankful for the small bit of affection.

'Sumthing's goin' on here.' Pete said to himself. 'An I don't like it one bit.'

Searching for clues Pete let his vision trail down his dad's body and to his left hand. It was there that he caught sight of a bright, shiny ring around one of Peter's meaty fingers. An expensive looking, glittery piece of jewelry that had a matching twin on the fuzzy gray hand on older cat's shoulder.

Finally putting two and two together as he took in both these rings Pete felt his heart leap up into his throat. "HOLY HELL!" Jumping out of his seat he pointed at the two men, arm shaking. "YA WENT AN MARRIED DIS GUY!!"

Left in shock after such a loud outburst everyone else in the room stared at the shocked man with wide eyes. It wasn't until several tense minutes that Peter cautiously responded to his son's stunned statement. "Well… yeah I s'pose I did." He simply said. "Been with ol' Thumpy here since we got out of prison eight years ago. Even went an celebrated our anni-ma-versary at a fancy restaurant last month."

"Been together a mite bit longer than that I'd say." Franklin added with a smirk. "Think I fell for your damn sorry mug the very first time I saw you in the prison showers. Course that might have just been cause you were all naked and wet."

Gaping Peter frantically looked to his grandson, face going red. "Franklin!" He huffed. "Not in front of Little Pj, will ya? He's just a boy!"

Franklin waved off his lover's concerns with a chuckle. "Awe don't go worrying yourself." He said. "He's an adult Petey. Can probably figure out on his own what we get up to alone."

Having still been trying to process what he had just learned Pete finally snapped out of his daze upon hearing Franklin using the very same nickname Bubba often used on him. The implications of the seemingly benign pet name taking on new meaning now that his dad's "husband" was saying them.

"I… I think I got ta sit down." Pete said breathlessly as he reached for his recliner and carefully lowered himself into it. Landing with a groan the large man quickly covered his face with both hands. "I can't believe wut I'm hearin'! Ya went an got married to sum queer on me!"

"Hey, I'm not that damn bad now son." Franklin chuckled. "You might even like having me as a step-dad. I'm mighty fun at parties."

Head snapping up like a whip Pete sent the gray furred man a scathing look. "Ya better watch wut yer sayin' over there cotton tail." He growled. "Iffin ya don't you'll be sorry."

Not backing down a single inch Franklin glared right back at Pete, hands curling up into fists down at his sides. "I'd just like to see you try something boy." He huffed. "I might be old as hell but I still know how to kick some damn ass. Handled fellas ten times tougher than your little ass back in San Quentin."

Rearing back in surprise Pete gave his father's companion an impressed sneer. If the situation had been any different he might actually like the short fuzzy bastard. Took a lot of balls for someone to call one of his bluffs. As it was though Pete was one more sentence away from giving the other man a black eye.

But before said awful event could happen Peter intervened by stepping between the two men. "Alrighty you two. Let's all calm down and talk b'fore something happens we'll all regret." He said calmly. "We're family after all ya'know."

A shudder running through him at the very thought Pete reluctantly backed down, watching mulishly as Peter and his "buddy" went to sit back down on the couch. "Pop… wut happened ta ya?" He began slowly once everyone was settled. "You've always been a real man's man b'fore! How could ya fuck 'round with Hopalong Cassidy over there!?

"First off boy, Your daddy fucks around with me cause he likes it, got that?" Franklin corrected with an amused snort. Smirking when Peter glared at his language the rabbit then added. "And secondly, Peter's still a man's man. Only difference is it's more literal than you originally thought."

Despite the thickness in the air Pj couldn't help but make a snerking sound at Franklin's small joke. A bout of amusement he quickly regretted when three pairs of eyes turned to him. "What?" He bashfully said. "I-It was funny."

"Well, I'm glad yer so amused by this brat." Pete harrumphed. Slouching down in his seat he gave be described as a pout. One Pj noted looked just like the ones Peter had been giving all afternoon. "This still don't make no sense." He continued. "I mean, wut 'bout dat time with Vincent da Fist? I dis-tink-ly remember seein' you drag his sorry ass out back ta beat da hell outta him fer hittin' on ya!"

Furrowing his brows for a few seconds Peter pursed his lips, deep in through. Then, after making an "O" shape with his mouth he began chuckling nervously. "Iffin it's "Vinny da Fister" yer talking about then nah, I didn't bruta-ma-lize him. Me an' him were real special friends back then ya an we couldn‘t wait ta head home."

Yet again Pete was thrown for a complete loop. All that groaning and screaming he had heard back when he was a kid… It must have been "Vinny" getting his ass pounded by his old man. Something which he now realized was obvious when his dad came back from the encounter with a smirk on his face as he zipped up his drawers.

"So yer gay?" Pete suddenly asked. Face blank as he gazed over to his now apprehensive father. "An ya don't drink, or smoke, or trick sucker people outta their hard earned life savings?"

Peter gave a slow nod to the two questions. Hesitant smile appearing now that his son finally seemed to understand. "Yes to da first and no to da rest." He replied. "I'm just a normal model citizen now Junior. Nuffing else."

Growing quiet after his father spoke Pete sat there in his chair for the longest time. Unmoving. He just couldn't believe what he was hearing. His dad had been fucking around with men ever since he was a kid? His Pop's didn't go around scamming and cheating people anymore?

No… NO! It couldn't be true! The man who he had looked up to his whole life wasn't like that. His Pop's was an unrepeated, tough as nails, fowled mouthed womanizer! But looking at him now, holding his bunny buddy's hand and smiling in a friendly manner, Pete realized it was true. And he by no means could handle that right now.

Suddenly standing with a grunt and a growl Pete made a beeline for the exit. "I got ta get sum air." He lamely explained as he briskly ran off. "Ya can call me when it's time fer dinner!"

The whole room growing quiet in the wake of his son's abrupt departure Peter turned to Franklin, a weak chuckle coming out as he did. "Well that could have gone better." He joked lightly. "Least he didn't disown me like I thought he would."

"Dad wouldn't do that Pop-pop." Pj quickly assured in an attempt to console the upset man. Getting off the couch he approach the two older men. "He just needs time to process what you just told him is all. I'm sure he'll come around."

When Peter still continued to look unconvinced Pj quickly decided to tell him something about himself he had originally been intending to keep a secret. Something he had told countless people before that now seemed a little more personal now that he was telling a new family member.

"You know… I sorta went through the same thing with Dad a little while ago." Pj hesitantly began as he twiddled his thumbs nervously. "Not being married of course but I did tell him I was gay. Realized it back in September last year."

Now that bit of information got both Peter's and Franklin's attention. Both of them staring down at the boy in surprised shock. "Ya mean yer like us?" Peter finally questioned after a moment.

Pj shyly giggled. "Y-Yeah." He confirmed. "I even have a boyfriend and everything who lives here with me and dad. So I know firsthand that Dad will come around eventually."

Pj, of course, knew there was more to it than that. That Pete himself was just as gay as any of them even if he didn't want to admit it. But who was he to reveal the older man's secrets? It was up to his dad to tell Pop-pop Peter not him.

Smile returning with a vengeance Peter reached out to Pj and pulled the boy into another hug which he eagerly returned this time. "Well I'll be damned." The older man said as they parted. "Alright Little Pj, tell me all about this boy of yers! I wanna know everything 'bout him b'fore I meet'em!"

"Yeah kid spill the beans." Franklin said, glad to see Peter perk up again. "Bet he's a real cutie. You Pete boys have excellent taste in men if I say so myself."

Happy to see a temporarily end to the dour mood as well Pj quickly opened his mouth to inform his grandpa and Mr. Lapinski all about his boyfriend. However, just as he about to begin the sound of the front door being opened and then slamming shut in quick succession interrupted him.

"Peeje! I'M HOME!" Moose's voice called out from the other room. "Where are you babe?!"

Brightening considerably Pj got off the couch and cupped a hand to his mouth. "I'm in here!" He called back. "And you won't believe the surprise I got for you!"

"I got a surprise of my own Fatty!" Moose countered. Sounds of rustling clothes suddenly reaching everyone's ears. "I sold three cars today so you better get that sexy ass of yours upstairs so I can give it to you like I promised this morning."

Mortified when he realized what Moose was doing Pj made a panicked sound and scrambled for the other boy. To his horror though before he could even get halfway there a completely naked and half erect Moose sprang into the room with a shout. The teasing grin that had been upon his simian face quickly shifting into a startled yelp when he saw the two elderly men standing behind his face palming boyfriend.

Their guests sharing a look of bewilderment as Moose rushed to cover his crotch with a bunch of banana's from a nearby fruit bowl. Pj groaned into both his hands and spun around to face them. "Pop-pop Peter, Mr. Lapinski. I'd like you both to meet Moose Clancy. My boyfriend." He sighed. "Moose? This is my Pop-pop Peter and his husband Mr. Lapinski."

"H-Hi…" Moose tittered uncomfortably. "Nice to meet you sirs."

(I gotta say Mr. Diary whenever I pictured introducing Moose to the rest of my family I don't think I could have ever imagined a meeting like that one. Not that Pop-pop Peter and Mr. Lapinski didn't take Moose's little stunt in stride. Merely laughing as Moose excused himself to get redressed they both casually said their hellos to him when he returned like nothing ever happened. Something which I guess Moose was really thankful for considering how red his face was during the long chat we had afterwards.

It was a nice visit. Me finding out more about my grandpa and Mr. Lapinski while me and Moose told them how we got together. Well, a highly edited version that didn't include my Dad's attempt to blackmail Moose or the threesome we had when we got home. All in all that afternoon truly was a fun time for everyone involved.

That was until dinner came around. After spending the better part of an hour trying to convince my dad to join us, which he only agreed to after promising something I rather not repeat, he spent the entire meal glaring at Pop-pop Peter while we ate. Things only getting worse when Moose told us that Bubba had opted to spend the night in his own apartment in town instead of coming home like he usually did.

Dad tried to play if off as Bubba finally "getting lost" like he had told him to this morning but I could tell it upset him. He was so upset that as soon as we all finished eating he went straight up into his room again and wouldn't come back out. Pop-pop even asked me if he should leave because of the way Dad was acting. I'm just glad I was able to convince the otherwise. Both him and Mr. Lapinski both saying they'd only stay in our guestroom one night before they headed off the next morning. Or at least that's what the plans were up until… … … … …)

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Later That night…

"I can’t believe both your grandpas saw my junk." Moose said in a monotone voice as he laid there in bed the gorilla half whimpered, half chuckled. “I mean, can you think of a worse way to make a first impression Peeje?"

Resting his head on his despondent boyfriend's chest Pj snickered, the heat and pleasure of their recent bout of lovemaking leaving him a bit giddy as they cuddled. "I don't think it was that bad Moose." He said. "Surprising, yeah. But not horrible."

Moose grumbled. "You weren't the one with his two cheeks in the wind Fatty." He groused.

"True but I still don't think they minded." Pj continued as he pressed a kiss onto Moose's left pec. "Pop-pop Peter thought it was really funny and Mr. Lapinski told me you have the cutest butt he's ever seen when he helped me cook dinner!"

Bottom lip sticking out at the amused tone of his lover Moose gave the younger boy a playfully retaliatory pinch. "Hey, you better watch it D'caht." He warned through a smirk. "I'm the only one in this bed who gets to tease."

"I'll try and keep that in mind Mister Yancey Clancy." Pj continued to push, a small smile hidden against his the gorilla's side.

For Moose that last bit of mockery was the last straw. Growling impishly he pulled himself free from under his now doomed companion and started wrestling with him. Their giggling roughhousing loud and rambunctious until the gorilla was finally able to pin the chubbier man flat on his back. Pj's wrists held above his head by strong hands as a grinning Moose sat on top of him straddling his legs.

"I win Fatty!" The older boy said triumphantly. "Now… I'm going to teach you a lesson by doing something you'd never expect."

"What's left for you to do that we haven't already done tonight?" Pj wondered. After retiring to their room him and Moose had spent a good amount of time pounding his chubby bottom. Mostly in an attempt to sooth his continued frustration over the unintentional burlesque show he had given downstairs.

Lips pursing at his lover's question Moose hummed thoughtfully Pj was right. What hadn't they done that evening? "How about I make you fuck me for a change?" The ex-athlete eventually suggested. "It's been way too long since you've had to do all the work during sex."

Despite himself Pj began to grow hard at that idea. It always astounded him that Moose let him top sometimes. What with the other boy's previous position at the top of Spoonerville High's hierarchy and all. Pj wondered how all those popular kids back and school would react upon learning that Moose "The Brick Wall" Clancy enjoyed being on bottom. Not that he'd ever tell any of them.

"Alright I'll do it." Pj grinned, though a little apprehensive. It always made him nervous when he took the lead. "Only I think we'll have to wait a little before we can do it."

Motioning over to the nightstand, the clock atop it displaying ten o'clock, Pj pointed out that the bottle of lube they always kept around for just such occasions had run dry. That meant if they wanted more they'd have to go all the way down into the basement for a fresh bottle. The usual supply they kept in the upstairs linen closet having been banished down to the dungeon during all that cleaning earlier.

After seeing the bottle's empty state Moose reluctantly rolled off of Pj. "I'll go and get more." He announced as he searched for his underwear. Usually he'd just walk downstairs in the buff but after that afternoon he didn't want to take any chances. "You just stay there and get ready to fuck me."

Shifting around on the bed until he was sitting, legs dangling over the edge Pj giggled. "I would but I think I better go check in on Pop-pop Peter first." He said as he put on his robe. "Just to make sure he's doing okay after that dinner."

A grimace on his face as he remembered said tense meal Moose let out a short breath. Not fully understanding what happened. "I don't get it. Is Mr. D really that upset about his dad being gay?" He asked. "He'd gay too isn't he? That or at least Bi like me."

"I don't think that's why he's really upset actually." Pj said thoughtfully. When Moose gave his observation a questioning look as they left the room the feline quickly elaborated. "The whole time we were eating Dad kept staring at Bubba's chair and then at Pop-pop's wedding ring.”

"Ah, I get it now." Moose said, instantly understanding. Like Pj, he too saw the way the two older members of their household acted around one another. It made sense that his father's marriage, along with everything else he had found out about him, had thrown his frightening employer's whole world view for a loop.

Reaching the top of the stairs as he came to this revelation Moose continued on his way while Pj remained behind. "I'll be right back Fatty." He told him as he descended downwards. "You better not spend the rest of the night talking to your Grandpa on me."

Pj giggled softly. "I'll try not to Yancey." He said, their game resuming. "Just don't take too long."

Rolling his eyes as Moose shook his fist at him--a reminder of their previous role of nerd and bully--and left Pj quickly thanks the stars they were together as he went over to the linen closet. Removing a few extra sheets and pillows from it he then made his way to his sister's old room which had been converted into a guest room. One they never really used considering that most who spent the night slept in one of their beds instead.

It was as he made this short trip down the upstairs hallway however that he found himself confronted by an angry Pete who was exiting his bedroom with a grumpy huff. "Hello dad." Pj greeted. "Y-You're up late. Going somewhere?"

"Headin' downstairs ta handle sumthin'." Was Pete curt response as he stomped by. "Don't you or dat banana suckin' boyfriend of yers dare come down an disturb-a-nate me either. Understood?"

"Understood sir." Pj repeated.

Frowning as the older man disappeared, the stairs creaking quietly as he walked downwards, Pj shook his head. He really hoped his dad would come to his senses before his grandpa left in the morning. Otherwise they'd probably never see the mature man ever again. Something which after spending most the day with him Pj would hate to have happen.

"Guess I'll just have to make the most out of tonight if he doesn't." Pj reasoned as he continued on his way. "Maybe I can get Pop-pop's number before he leaves. That way we can talk over the phone."

Smiling at the idea of having a long distance phone pal Pj happily padded his way down the hallway and to the guestroom. The blankets he had brought held under his arm as he brought one hand up to knock on the door. He really hoped the older men weren't asleep already.

Just before he could tap his knuckles against the closed door though Pj heard something that immediately caught his attention. "Yeah… that's it Petey! Work my damn cock just the way I like it." Mr. Lapinski's muffled voice came from behind the door. "Ooh, ooh, ooh! Yeah just like that honey. Dig that tongue right into the slit."

"Heh-heh-heh, ya'know I had m' doubts but this is making me feel a little better." Peter's voice came next. A loud slurping sound that followed quickly recognized by Pj as a vigorous blow job being given.

Cheeks heating up as he listened to this dirty talk Pj gaped at the closed door, head unconsciously moving forward to hear more despite the fact he knew it was an invasion of privacy. His Pop-pop and Mr. Lapinski were having sex? Pj knew he shouldn't be surprised. They were married after all. For some reason though he just had trouble imagining the older men actually doing the very same thing he had just done.

But continuing to listen Pj quickly got over that little problem. Breath growing a little short he eagerly began eavesdropping as Peter continued to suck his husband's cock loudly. The sounds of the older cat's oral expertise along with his rabbit partner's guttural grunting causing him to become excited all over again.

Pj could now very clearly see the two of them in there. Pop-pop kneeling on the floor, mouth full of cock, as Franklin rested a hand atop his head, helping guide him in his efforts. It was sorta sick that he could see it so vividly, but Pj just couldn't help himself. Not after the way both of them had called him handsome when they met. That small bit of kindness, along with everything else about them causing the younger man to develop a little crush.

Pj just wished he could hear them better is all. Taking a chance he leaned further forward. Ear pressing up against the door. Sure enough this new position yielded him the results he wanted. The sound from within the room beyond growing clearer and clearer and clearer until… until…

The door suddenly giving way as he pushed against it Pj let out a startled yelp and tumbled forwards onto the lush carpeting inside of his family's guestroom with a heavy thud. Laying there after he landed the boy groaned in pain, the whole of his body still reeling as he unsteadily got up onto his hands and knees trying to get his bearings.

It wasn't until he realized what had fully happened that Pj lifted his vision away from the floor directly under him. Frightened gaze falling onto a stunned Peter and Franklin as they stared back at him in much the very same way they had eyeballed Moose when he appeared before them that afternoon.

Of course, instead of Pj being the one in the buff it was the two older men who were bared. Franklin having stopped halfway through a thrust as Pop-pop Peter knelt there before him, his husband's sizable cock still stuck between his thick lips.

For what felt like hours the trio remained still. Pj unable to look away as he visually went over every available inch on display before him. But finally, removing the dick from his mouth with an audible pop, Peter reacted by clumsily jumping to his feet and racing over to his grandson. Both hands cupping his privates bashfully as he moved.

"L-Little Pj!" The heavyset man said in a higher than normal pitch. Waddling forward, half sputtering Peter did his best to both make and avoid eye contact. "T-T-T-T-T-This ain't wut it looks like son. It's--!"

"Oh this ought to be damn good." Mr. Lapinski chuckled as he placed his hands on his hips. "Go on Peter. Tell your boy the real reason we're all naked and not having sex."

Sending a hard glare at his husband Peter growled at the bemused man. "Yer not helping ya darn old goat!" He snapped huffily. Returning his attentions to Pj after he grinned worriedly. "Alright son, ya see me and Frankie here were… we were… um, jus… jus… … … OH!"

Having gotten up onto his knees and covered his face in embarrassment as soon as his grandpa started talking Pj hesitantly peeked through them when the older man's voice trailed off. Fully removing them a second later he looked up and noticed that Peter was now staring at something just below his own line of sight.

Curious as to what was so interesting Pj followed his Pop-pop's gaze and gasped when he saw that his official WonderSkunk bathrobe/reversible cape had become undone in all the commotion of his him falling flat on his face. Brightly colored flaps fluttering prettily at his sides to expose his bare chest, rounded belly, and more importantly his half erect cock which bobbed up and down as he sat there.

Taking all of five seconds to realize that he was flashing the entire room Pj let out a very unmanly squeak and quickly covered himself. "SORRY!" He cried out, face red a tomato as he stood, shaking slightly. "I didn't mean to… I mean I wasn't…. Oh man! I can't believe you guys caught me doing that!"

Any discomfort he felt giving way to concern over his grandson Peter steadied the younger man with two firm hands on the shivering boy's shoulders. "Calm down Little Pj." He cooed. "Wut do ya mean we caught ya? Caught ya doing wut?"

When Pj continued tripping over his own words Franklin decided to take pity on the boy and spoke. "He's trying to convince you he wasn't listening in on us Petey." He said while going over to the pair of cats. "Which judging from the state of his little todger down there is a damn white lie. Right son?"

Fuzzy eyebrows making a beeline for the top of his head Peter peered down at Pj with a steady inhale. "Ya mean he wuz…" He asked his husband. Then to the younger man before him he added. "Ya mean you were… were… getting off hearing us do da nasty?"

With no way to deny it now Pj nodded his head fast. "Yeah Pop-pop I was." He admitted. "I'm really sorry though! I was trying to bring you some blankets and then I heard you and I just couldn't help myself and I promise I won't ever do anything like it a--"

Letting out a happy cry before Pj could finish his rambling apology Peter suddenly drew him into another crushing embrace. The naked man laughing with his whole being as he spun them around into the room while a quietly chuckling Mr. Lapinski quietly closed the door behind them.

"Gosh darn it boy!" Peter shouted happily. “You really are like yer ol' Pop-pop ain't ya! Don't think I couldn't be prouder of ya than I am right now!"

Daring to look the older man in the eyes Pj tittered nervously. "You mean y-you're not disgusted with me?" He wondered. "You know for getting all… excited?

Peter's grin only seemed to grow at the question. "No why da hidey-ho would dat sorta behavior make me mad Little man." Taking Pj by the hand the mature feline led him over to the bed and made him sit down. "Yer just doing wut comes naturally to all us Pete men is all. Nuffing ta be ashamed of!"

Confusion appearing on his face Pj looked up at his grandpa incredulously. "You mean you think this sort of thing is natural?" He said while pointing down to the tent he was sporting in the front of his robe.

"Darn right I do son!" spinning around Pete let his large bottom land on the soft bed next to Pj, a deep belly laugh following as he smiled over at the boy. "Like I said: Yer just doing what yer meant ta do. Just like all those who came b'fore ya since yer great-great-great-great-great-great-great…"

Doing his best to keep count of just how many times his Pop-pop kept saying the word "great" Pj watched a smirking Franklin out of the corner of his eye as the rabbit went over to his and his husband's luggage by the bed. One of the large brown cases carefully opened so he could begin rummaging for something inside of it.

"…great-great-great grandpa Petetilla da Hun!" Peter finally finished with a grand flourish. "Heck, me, yer great uncle, an' yer great granddaddy, used ta do it nearly eight times a day when he wuz in his prime. Wait, wait I got a picture! Here, give me a minute an' I'll--Oh, thank ya Thumpy."

Having found whatever it was he was looking for Franklin wordlessly handed Peter a stack of old looking photographs which the seated man quickly passed to his grandson. Cautiously taking them Pj took a look at what he was being shown and went slack-jawed.

Depicted in the top sepia toned image were two boys who looked just like him and an older man who was the spitting image of his dad, the trio obviously in the middle of a very passionate encounter. One of the pudgy teens on all fours as the Pete doppelganger drove into him from behind, one arm around the second Pj as the pair kissed.

All of the other pictures were just as vivid too. Pj giving each a long, hard look as he saw more and more images of his grandpa, great grandpa, and various other ancestors in all sorts of sexual situations. Some with other male family members. While others were with strangers wearing period clothing who sorta reminded him of his own various partners across Spoonerville.

Reaching the last of the images Pj let out a long breath. A little overwhelmed by what he had just learned and saw. "Wow… I guess getting turned on by you really is natural for our family." He said returning the pictured. "And here I though me and my dad having sex was a first time thing."

"Wait, ya mean you and yer daddy have been messing around!" Peter said. Voice a mixture of hope and pleasant surprise. When Pj confirmed his question with a nod he huffily stared at his legs. "Then why wuz he giving me all that trouble fer being gay?" He wondered. "Iffin he does it with you than he's jus like me. We couldn't been having fun taday instead of things being all awkward-like."

"You're telling me Pop-pop." Pj agreed, gaze falling down to his lap. "Anything would have been better than dealing with him being all mad."

Choosing to speak up again Franklin went to stand in front of the pair, deep brown eyes looking theirs as he squatted a little. "You know fellas, instead of moping about it we could go and make up for lost time." He suggested. "Morning's not here yet and I'm still hard from that damn blowjob the kid interrupted."

Eyes going down Franklin's body Pj could indeed see that the rabbit was still very much hard. The sight of the thick, veiny shaft between those gray furred thighs causing him to bite at his bottom lip with want. He had to admit. After hearing the two older men at the door playing around with them sounded real good. Any of his usual resistance to such an activity lessened somewhat thanks to those darn pictures.

"You really mean it?" Pj asked, just to make sure. "I mean, you are asking to have sex, right? T-The three of us together?"

Placing a hand on Pj's thigh Franklin huffed out a laugh. "Yes son, that's what I'm asking. And I'd consider myself damn lucky if you went and said yes." He turned his head to Peter. "That is if you're alright with all that too Peter honey."

"Do ya really have ta ask Thumpy?" Peter responded with a gentle sigh.

Setting right to work the large man cupped one of his grandson's cheeks. Pj made to turn slightly so he could accept the sweet, tender kiss the older man gave him. A kiss that quickly grew deeper as they both enjoyed this new level of intimacy with one another.

"Now that's more like it!" Franklin cheered while watching the hot display. But watching wasn't enough it seemed so dropping to his knees he parted Pj's legs. "Hope you don't mind me getting a taste of this nice little cock you got here son."

Smirking when he heard a hum in the affirmative to his request Franklin lowered his head and took Pj's half-hard member into his mouth. A state that rapidly changed to full on hardness as the sensitive shaft was massaged and tasted by the rabbit's wicked tongue.

"Holy crap!" Pj mumbled against Peter's lips. Hips bucking upward against his will Pj felt a surge run through him at the warm wetness encasing his aching maleness. "You're really good at that Mr. Lapinski! I mean, really, really good!

His own oral explorations trailing across Pj's trembling jaw line to nibble at a short, exposed neck Peter chortled merrily into it. "Thumpy here wuz da best cocksucker in da entire prison we wuz in." He stated matter-of-factly. "Dat's how we met ya know. I wuz his last customer of da day and he insisted on seeing me again fer a-nutter go."

Pulling off of Pj's cock Franklin wryly glared up at the other man. "We both know I wasn't the one who couldn't get enough damn cock Petey." He retorted as he eagerly began mouthing a musky nut sack. "Nah, what really got us together was me pounding your ass in the showers the next day! That's when you started calling me "Thumpy" remember?"

"Is that really why Pop-pop calls you that Mr. Lapinski?" Peering down over his belly at the man between his legs Pj looked into the rabbit's eyes.

"Damn right it is. And I'll be happy to show you why in a bit." Done with his work down below and unable to control himself, Frankly suddenly rose upwards. Hot, needy mouth connecting with Pj's in a passionately long kiss that only became more heated as the two of them scooted backwards onto the bed.

"By the way son, you can stop it with all that damn Mr. Lapinski stuff." Franklin said once they separated. Peppering a few more, quick smooches all over a plump face he smirked as a giggle from Pj came. "I'm your grandpa now and seeing at that's the case I insist you can call me Grampa Thumpy from now on."

Tickled by the lips smacking away at his cheeks and forehead Pj quickly backed away from the other male, giggling. "Okay, okay, I'll call you Grampa Thumpy." He said breathlessly. Call it odd but he was already liking the new name. Though maybe that was because of what his newly dubbed Grampa and Pop-pop did to him next.

Coming up on either side of him Pj found himself being sandwiched between the two seniors. Three pairs of legs intertwining as the they both rolled to face the nineteen year old. Inquisitive hands caressing and noses nuzzling against him in the most intimate of ways.

Descending into a fit of squirming as he was assaulted by even more wonderful sensations Pj whimpered as his Pop-pop Peter began slowly stroking his dick while Grampa Thumpy squeezed his left tit. Firm mustachioed lips finding their way to a pert nipple which was relentlessly nibbled at and sucked on noisily.

"Geeze… I love it when someone does that." Pj told the pair. Legs kicking a little as he hissed in pleasure. "Please, please keep doing that sir! I-I mean Grampa!"

"Hey now, where's all da praise fer me little man." Not one to be one upped by anyone. Not even his own loving husband. Peter attached his own mouth to Pj's other teat, tongue swirling around the pebbled surface again and again until their young, pudgy bedmate began whining in ecstasy.

'Gosh darn it is he a little cutie or what?' The mature cat thought with a smirk. 'Can't wait ta see wut else I can make'im do when I really get serious.'

Endeavoring to do just that Peter worked one of his hands down between Pj's stumpy legs. The large inquisitive fingers attached to it eventually coming to tap against a nice tight pucker that he knew he'd become quite intimate with in the coming minutes.

Much to the older man's surprise. When he pressed up against this sweet rear entrance two of his probing digits sank right in. A nice slickness that he instantly knew as cum instantly coating them so he could properly finger fuck his young grandson without a second thought.

Another moan escaping out as he felt those probing digits rapidly sliding in and out Pj closed his eyes. Whole body igniting with flame as he tried to keep from embarrassing himself. "Pop-pop…" He sighed with a soft exhale. "Darn… you know how to do that just the way I like it! Just like Dad does!"

Aroused when he heard himself compared to his son Peter increased his motions. Jamming another finger into the willing and pliant hole he was playing with. To think. All those wasted years staying away. Afraid that his boy would hate him for fooling around with men. If he had known they were the same then they could have had fun fucking around like he apparently did with Pj. A topic he'd just love to hear more about.

"How often do you and Junior get tagether in a bed Little Pj?" Peter suddenly with a serious look. "Come one now. Tell yer ol' grandpa all about it. Don't ya dare leave out a single detail."

"You heard your Pop-pop young man. Let's hear all the details." Franklin firmly agreed. Hoping to loosen his new grandson's lips the rabbit joined Peter in working his fingers into Pj's sloppy hole. The pair now alternating as they pushed in and pulled out of the gripping ring of muscle.

What little resistance he had crumbling as he endured the two pronged assault Pj quickly told the two what they wanted. "We do it all the time!" He began, words breathy and strained. "Right before you called this afternoon we did it in the living room for hours and hours. And, and, and last month we had a big party where he let fifteen men have sex with me!"

"Damn it Petey. Looks like your son takes after you more than we reckoned." Franklin said, shaking his head ruefully. "And here I was thinking you taking on four fellas at once at the Higgins party last week was something."

Turning to his Pop-pop who looked back with twinkling eyes Pj gasped. "You two went to an orgy!?"

"Got ta do sumthin' when ya live in one of them old folk communities." Peter shrugged. "You should have seen me there. Wuz sucking fellers off left and right an getting it up da butt so much I had cum leaking outta my can like a fountain da entire next day!"

Vividly picturing what his grandfather had just said Pj couldn't control himself any longer. Suddenly sitting up he shifted himself around between his two new lovers until he was facing downwards. Now in the proper position he laid down again and took his grandfather's cock into his mouth Peter quickly doing the same once he recovered from the sheer joy of it all. Both men happily descending into a fit of sucking and tasting each other's sweet, sweet nectar.

"No ain't that a damn pretty sight!" Franklin observed from the sideline. Propping himself up on his elbow the long eared man stared lustfully as the two men went about sixty-nineing for several long, uninterrupted minutes. "Almost makes me wish he had ourselves another fella round to do the same to me."

Reminded of his boyfriend at Franklin's words Pj quickly pulled off of his Peter's cock with a guilty, "Oh!". Getting the lube they needed wouldn't have taken the gorilla that long. That mean he was probably waiting for him back in their room while he was off having fun. A situation Pj knew he had to rectify right away.

Unwillingly moving to leave the bed Pj quickly offered a solution to their little dilemma of there not being enough to go around. "Would you mind if went and invited Moose in here?" He asked. "I'm sure he'd be happy to… you know join us."

Pouting by the sudden lack of Pj in his bed Peter rolled over onto his back, head hanging over the edge a little. "Go ahead and get him then boy." He encouraged as Franklin went in to fellate him in the meantime. "Jus make sure ya hurry on back. Don't know how long I can wait fer more of dat sweetness you got there."

Given the go ahead Pj quickly went off to retrieve his boyfriend. Two teasing catcalls following him out of the guestroom door as he enter the hallway and rushed off towards his room. Boy was Moose going to be surprised by what he had just found. To think. Nearly every one of his ancestors had lived similar lives to his. It was almost too amazing to believe!

Opening the door to his bedroom and stepping inside as he mulled over this interesting bit of history Pj smiled lightly when he was met with a rather bored look Moose who was sitting on their edge of their bed, still in his underwear. "There you are Fatty!" The ape said in lieu of greeting. "I was starting to think you weren't coming back."

Only partially listening to his lover because of his excitement Pj strode forward and took the slight older boy by both his hand, pulling him up onto his feet. "Come with me now." He commanded mysteriously. "You won't believe what I'm about to show you!"

"What? Why!?" Moose sputtered as he was dragged out of the room. Eyes trailing down his boyfriend he blinked when he saw that Pj's robe was hanging open. "Peeje, close your robe! Your grandpas are right in… the… other… room… whoa!"

The two entering the guestroom as he scolded the shorter boy for indecency. A truly foreign topic considering their sex lives. Moose was quickly left tongue-tied when he caught sight of the two senior men he had met earlier that day. The duo laying on their bed, completely naked and busily necking until they noticed they were there and sat up.

"Hello again son." Peter greeted as he smiled at them.

Getting off the bed the dark furred man advanced on the two young men licking his chops. Back down in the living room he had only gotten barest of looks at Pj’s boy before he ran off to redress. Now he was able to get a good eyeful and honestly he liked what he saw. The gorilla had a nice doughy frame. Not too fat, yet not too muscular. He guessed that high school football career he and Pj both talked about had done the kid good. Certainly made him sexy in his opinion.

"Humm-humm going ta enjoy getting m' hands on you son." Peter growled in a playful manner. "Dat is iffin yer fer joining us in da mayhem."

"Mayhem?" Moose repeated, mind still a little fuzzy as he processed everything. Thinking for a few moments he quickly got the concept though. A small chuckle coming out as he did. "Oh, you mean fucking around. S-Sure sir I'd love to!"

"Damn dis boy's just as cute as you are Little Pj!" Peter exclaimed with a belly shaking chuckle. Placing an arm around the younger male the cat directed him over to a pair of chairs at the side of the room. "Loose da panties then and let's get started. Time we went and got acquainted seeing as you 'n' my grandson are tagether."

Glancing over his shoulder to Pj as he was led away Moose huffed in disbelief. He truly did love being a part of this family. "Sounds okay to me Mr. P." He agreed.

"Now don't start wit dat Mr. P stuff!" Peter insisted as they came to a stop by a pair of chairs. "Call me Pop-pop like Pj does. I insist."

Distracted by the sight of Moose rendered speechless by such a sweet request Pj was startled when Franklin fetched him and smirkingly escorted him back over to the bed. "This isn't the time to be standing around gawking son." He announced. "Nope. Now's the time I get you on this damn bed and fuck that cute patoot of yours before I bust a nut just looking at it."

Unable to argue with such flawless logic Pj unquestioningly climbed back onto the bed onto all fours. Back arching slightly to expose his vulnerable asscrack to whatever Franklin was planning. Turned out Pj didn't have to wait long either to find out his fate. With a feast being offered up to him the rabbit eagerly palmed both black furry mounds, squeezing and kneading them as he let loose a rumbling growl.

"You really got a damn work of art back here Pj honey." The elderly man remarked as he goosed the cat's plump twin globes. "You gotta be getting action twenty-four seven with this fucker bouncing behind you."

"You'd be surprised how right you are Grampa Thumpy." Pj admitted with a shy look over his shoulder. Those hands were really starting to feel good back there. "Most of the time it's dad or Moose though. They're always ready to go when I'm around."

Chuckling Frankly raised a hand and smacked one asscheek lightly. The way it moved from the impact making all the more hornier. "Petey's just the same." He said, pulling apart the full cheeks to get a good look at the tight little pucker hidden in the middle. "Old bastard bends me over at the worse times. One time he even did it out in the open in our garden!"

Pj hummed thoughtfully. "Man, Pop-pop really is as bad as my-- D-Daaaad!"

Voice failing on him mid-sentence Pj fell down face first onto the bed. The source of this sudden inability to speak coming from the intrusion of a squirming, wicked tongue which incessantly lapped at his back entrance. The thick, scratchy mustache tickling his furrow alongside it only adding to the pleasure as he helplessly groaned into the blankets

"Love it when a fella enjoys a damn good rimming." Franklin said as he increased his efforts. Pj quickly descending into a babbling mess under his expert skills. "You can't imagine how hard it is to find a guy in prison who's willing to admit to such."

Sitting in one of the chairs across the room, his legs propped up on the armrests, Pop-pop Peter was having a similar experience to his grandson's. Squatting down between his legs was an aggressive Moose Clancy. The simian happily devouring his hole with the gusto and eagerness of a man starving for a steak.

It had truly surprised Peter to no end when the younger had offered to eat him out. Most of the time boys his age, with their cocky attitudes and youthful ignorance, would refuse such a thing. This young man however seemed to love it. The twenty something quickly stripping off his boxer briefs and then getting down to business without any hesitation.

"That's a boy!" Peter goaded as he was sloppily loosened up. "Really get in there and lick that hole! Fuck Little Pj's lucky ta have yer sweet little ass!"

Lifting his head suddenly Moose asked the older man something that had been bugging him. "Hey um… Pop-pop Peter? Why do you call Pj "Little Pj"?" He queried. "He's short, yeah. But he's not that small."

"Call him that because my Pj is all grown up now." Peter explained with a hard huff. Kid was a bit of a tease it seemed. Imagine wanting to talk during all this? When puppy dog like confusion followed his answer though the older man couldn't help but elaborate.

"Pj's daddy used to go by Pj himself when he was younger." Peter informed quickly. "I did too back when I was a sprout. It's family tradition fer ever first born boy ta be named Pete junior."

Straightening up Moose spat in his hand and slicked his meat up. "I should have known that." He said ruefully. Sticking his tongue out in concentration he aimed the tip of his penis at the wet hole he was about to fuck. The heat and sheen from the spit that covered it making the organ pulse. "I can be a bit dumb sometimes."

"Bet you'll make up for it in other areas though." Peter grunted as the blunt head knocking at his pucker was pushed into him. The slight sting the a hefty invader brought instantly forgotten as more and more was sank inside. "SHIT YER BIG GORILLA BOY AN I FUCKIN' LOOOOOVE IT!"

Rolled onto his back as the sounds of his Pop-pop's shouting broke out across the room Pj looked up into Franklin Lapinski's pleased face as he shuffled into place. Both his legs ending up wrapped around the cottontail's waist as the mustached man entered him with incredible ease.

"Ooooooooh!" Pj shuddered, toes curling as Franklin fully sheathed his larger than average cock in his love tunnel. "W-Wow, Grampa Thumpy it went in super easy!"

"Only because you've been fucked so damn much that your looser than worn out pair or britches." Franklin mumbled with a excited lick along the underside of his mustache. "Bet you could fit an elephant's dick up this pooter of yours right now."

Pj huffed out a laugh at that. If the rabbit only knew about the time his dad's poker buddy, Gerald Tuskie, pounded his chubby ass. "D-Don't tease." He said instead. "It's not polite."

"Damn boy, I'm balls deep inside of you!" Rocking forward Franklin steadily drove into Pj. Slow gentle thrusts at first that gradually picked up speed until his lower half was snapping back and forth with blinding speed. "We're way past the point of being polite! Not when there's no-holds-barred fucking to be getting done!"

Crying out to the ceiling as he was pounded into fast and hard Pj suddenly came all over himself. An unexpected orgasm that barely registered when Franklin failed to even slow down an inch in his gyrations. Every forward move he made stimulating the feline's already sensitive prostrate.

"OH, Grampa Thumpy!" Pj hollered. Voice already hoarse from making so much noise. "Oh god yes, you're amazing!! I… I'm getting hard again. I can't believe I'm getting hard again so fast!"

Ducking down Franklin silenced Pj's words of praise for a moment. Their tongues wrestling wildly as they kissed before he retreated, a single strand of spittle connecting them for a moment. "Told ya I was called Thumpy for a reason." He bragged. "Now keep on telling me how damn good I am while I proceed to thump you to hell and back!

Slamming his hips into Pop-pop Peter's large ass Moose almost felt himself loose it several times like Pj had. Since doing it missionary style they had shifted into a more rambunctious position. Peter bent over the chair they were using, hands acting as balance, as Moose roughly rammed into him from behind.

"Work dat hole like ya own it boy!" The larger man ordered through a grunt. Shoving back against the firm shaft sliding into him again and again Peter gritted his teeth and grunted throatily. "Fuck, you pound ass almost as good as my husband! Ferget 'bout being lucky, Little Pj hit da fucking jackpot!"

"Thanks Pop-pop Peter." Moose ground out ardently while clutching Peter's large furry hips as tightly as he could. Each forward jab he made followed by a growly word. "I'm! Really! Glad! You! Approve! Of me! SIR!"

Gaze going up the sweaty back of the man he was frantically breeding Moose couldn't help but smile like kid on Christmas. This had to be, without a doubt, the hottest lay he had had. Not counting Pj course. Still, fucking "Pop-pop Peter" was probably the closest he'd ever get to screwing Pete's grumpy ass. The very thought of which made the huffing young man fall over the edge as he continued to pound into the tight hole of his older partner.

"FUUUUUUUCK! Moose roared as he unloaded spurt after spurt of thick gorilla seed deep inside of Pete's large posterior. Riding out his release until the very end the ape fell onto the mature man's back, panting heavily. "Crap that was good." He said, hoping to relax for a moment.

Rest wasn't on the table however. Catching his second wind Peter stood suddenly. Moose almost sliding off of him and onto the floor as he spun around to face the tired man. "Now dat wuz sum breeding ya gave me son." He said. "Now hurry yerself up and suck on dis hard-on ya caused. Pop-pop needs ta nut sumthing fierce!"

Pushed down to his knees without any more warning Moose saw no other option but to dutifully fulfill the request of his boyfriend's grandfather. All the experience he had gotten over the last year put to good use as the tubby tomcat above him gripped the fur on his head, forcing him to deep throat the rod like organ until its owner came whether he liked it or not.

Back over on the bed Franklin was finding it increasingly difficult to keep himself from firing off in the hole he was fucking. Rocking into Pj as fast as could the buck toothed senior citizen gleefully watched as the boy made several interesting faces. Each one a glowing testament to just how much Pj was enjoying the way he was jack hammering into him..

"You're doing real great Pj honey." The mustachioed hare cooed as he neared completion. "Fuck you are a pretty little thing. Nice and chubby and so young. Your making your Grampa Thumpy feel awfully damn good right now. You know that?"

"I'm… I'm… I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Pj managed to say between the endless moans he seemed to be making. "I'm having a whole lot of fun too. I think I'm going to cum again!"

Getting rougher when he heard that Franklin lowered his face. Pink nose just touching Pj's as he humped into him harder. "Then cum for me sweetheart." He encouraged. "Cum for me and I'll fill you right up."

That was all it took this time for Pj to climax. Mouth opening with a tremendously boisterous moan he erupted like Krakatau. The strength of his own orgasm hitting him so hard that he partially blacked out as he felt Franklin lurch to a stop and fire off inside him. Both of them quickly descending into a series of raunchy expletives and endearments.

At the same time Peter finally came as well. Burying himself deep down Moose's gullet he grunted and snarled several times. Deep animalistic sounds that signaled that he was pumping an ample thick steam of cum into the younger man's stomach as Moose eagerly swallowed it with a whimper.

In the still quiet that followed the three near simultaneous releases all four occupants of the steamy and now slightly funky guestroom stood there panting. Their shared post-orgasmic high causing them all to grin and snicker as they looked to one another. Cooling down from their excretions.

Then, much to everyone's pleasant surprise Pj said something that got the ball rolling once again. "You want to do it next Pop-pop Peter?" The usually bashful boy asked the eldest member of his family. "I-I mean if you… you're up to it that is?

Unable to believe his own ears Pete shook his head in disbelief. His grandson really was a chip off the old block. Real Pete man despite his daddy changing their last name. "Sure thing Little Pj. I'd be happy as punch ta go at dat tush of yers." He replied with a chortling grin. "You ain't got no idea how long I've dreamed of giving it to a boy like you."

"Dirty old man." Franklin said through a smirk as he slid off the bed. Standing up, and stretching as Peter went to take his place the thickset rabbit motioned over to Moose with a finger. "Over here son. My cock is hankering for another hole to cum in again and I'm sure you can easily provide."

Wordlessly wiping a bit of arrant cum off his chin Moose happily approached the naked rabbit. Hands automatically going to the man's side as they met so he could deliver a quick, unsure kiss to the older man's mustached lips.

Moose's tentative maneuver was met with much eagerness thankfully. Franklin rolling his eyes at the boy's uncertainly as he deepened the kiss and clapped his hands on the ape's plush bottom, cupping it. "Gonna enjoy getting nasty with you son." He hummed once they finished. "Now get back on the floor. I'm going to prep that ass for a bit before I fuck you silly."

Listening as his boyfriend was whisked off for a good pounding Pj giggled shakily. Eyes bright with mischief and happiness as he peered to his grandpa. "I hope Moose will be able to go to work tomorrow after all this." He said. "Grampa Thumpy's a little bit rough in bed. I'm still a little sore."

"Yeah, but ain't dat sorta da point boy?" Peter said as he climbed over the naked boy. Both of them ending up nose to nose as he loomed over him. "Don't worry though. Your ol' Pop-pop promises he won't pond-I-nate ya too hard. Jus enough where ya can really feel it."

Timidly breaking eye contact at that admission, Pj lowered his head and was promptly kissed on the forehead by a charmed Peter. An innocent gesture that was instantly forgotten when the older man's large hand worked its way down his side and over the curve of his bottom, squeezing it.

"Pop-pop!" Pj crooned as large fingers dipped between his cheeks.

Going even further when saw the reaction he got Pete worked his fingers deeper into the sloppy, cum-filled hole his husband had just finished reaming out. "Heh-heh-heh dis is one loose hole I'm 'bout ta have fun in." He noted, voice low and husky. "Just you lay back and let dis old man get ya good 'n' ready first. Then we're gonna enjoy ourselves."

Taking that bit of sound advice Pj fully relaxed himself and allowed the sixty year old to do with him what he pleased. A choice he was glad he made when Peter proceeded to do things to him that drove him completely wild. Fingers plunging deeper into him Pj whimpered as he was pulled into a kiss. Their connection rough and demanding as his grandpa dominated his mouth and ass, probing and exploring every nook and cranny until he was light of air.

Then, just when Pj thought he couldn't take anymore, Peter suddenly withdrew. Same cleaver tongue quickly changing targets as it meticulously traced the contour of the teen's neck with such tender devotion that Pj couldn't help but squirm in unparalleled pleasure.

Continuing with this worship Peter chuckled against warm furry skin. Teeth nibbling the same area he had just explored. "Ya make a lot of pretty sounds boy." He said, traveling lower. Coming to Pj's chest he once again sucked on a nipple. "Wonder wut other sounds I'll get out of ya when I'm fuckin' da hell outta yer slutty little ass."

Drawn out of the hazy spell he was under when he heard such filthy language Pj stared down owlishly at the top of Peter's head. For a moment there it almost sounded like his dad was the one in bed with him instead of his grandpa. An observation which became poignant when a sinister expression appeared on his sweet Pop-pop's face.

"Heh-heh-heh. Yup! Goin' ta whole-heartedly enjoy tearin' up dis tight hole of yers boy." Peter growled evilly. Listing himself onto his haunches between an increasingly worried Pj's spread legs he spat into his open palm. The liquid quickly used as makeshift lube. "Gonna hold ya down, jam m' fuck stick right up yer fat ass, and plow ya harder than a field in spring Little Pj!"

"Pop-pop!?" Pj said scandalized. This was the first time he had ever heard the older man curse like that. His mouth was just as filthy as Pete's was!

Hearing a dirty snicker from their right after his mortified shout Pj reluctantly took his eyes off of the man about to ravish him and over to the room's other occupants. Observing his husband and step-grandson from across the room as an exhausted Moose fucked him doggy style on the floor an amused Franklin winked at the worried boy.

"Forgot to tell you kid, but your Pop-pop gets a little randy during sex." The gray furred man explained while shamelessly wiggling his hips back against the turgid cock impaling him. "Mouth gets filthier than a damn port-a-john and he starts to fucking like a demon on caffeine and Viagra."

"Like a demon on what!?" Snapping his focus back on the beast between his open legs Pj whimpered with concern. Being fucked like that did not sound good for his already sore bottom. Maybe he could convince his Pop-pop Peter to settle for a nice leisurely blow job instead.

The pudgy boy's choice in the matter never came to pass thought. Because as soon as the thought crossed his mind Pj suddenly found himself grunting as his knees were rudely pushed up against his chest and he was left speechless as his grandpa dived face first into his furry asscrack.

Yet despite his surprise Pj quickly rebounded with a shuddering groan. Raw and abused hole eaten out ravenously as he thrashed his head about, crying out loudly as each firm swipe he received down below. With this sort of attention it didn't take long for him to become hard again. Stubby cock leaking onto his belly as his legs were held up in the air.

This amazingly animalistic rim job didn't last forever though. Stopping after a good five minutes of enjoying himself Pop-pop Peter sat back up and snickered darkly. Face covered in his own spittle as he scooted into the better position to properly fuck his younger relative.

"Ya ready fer da main event boy!" The crazed looking man asked. Eyes trailing downwards Peter let go of one of Pj's ankles and used his newly freed hand to aim the tip of his manhood at its new home. "It'd be a shame iffin you aren't b'cause I'm a-comin' in!"

"Do it Sir!" Pj pleaded, long, long past the point of being concerned about being fucked by a demon. "Please Pop-pop. I can't hold back any longer."

Letting loose what could be mistaken for a roar Peter followed his grandson's command. Thrusting forward he buried himself in the tight, warmth that was Pj's insides in one go. Large graying hips meeting the other cat's dark furred backside for only the briefest of moments before they retreated and returned with twice the force.

Soon Peter was building up a punishing, brutal rhythm. Each forward slam of his lower half nearly knocking the air from Pj's lungs as he was ridden like a bucking bronco. Over and over again Peter pounded into the boy. The mighty clap of flesh meeting flesh ringing out alongside the heavy grunting and groaning from Moose and Franklin across the room.

Barely holding on as his innards were pummeled by the battering ram Pop-pop Peter possessed between his legs Pj moaned as he came for a third time. The wet, sticky mess soaking into his furry belly hardly a footnote as the man hovering above continued on without a single moments pause.

Staring up into his grandpa's fierce eyes as he was fucked Pj realized he may have been in over his head a little. Sure his dad was rough with him sometimes during sex but Pop-pop Peter was on an entirely different level. The steady primal beat of the older man's forceful, unyielding thrusts leaving the helpless boy a complete whimpering mess.

Halfway through this intense display of well-experienced sexual prowess Peter unexpectedly pulled out. An abrupt departure that elicited a disappointed whine from Pj before he was effortlessly flipped over onto his belly and mounted again in one quick motion.

The entirety of his grandpa's thick tool reentering him to the hilt Pj now clutched the blankets as his dear sweet Pop-pop resumed with renewed vigor and vim. Any and all sounds he dared to make during this whole ordeal quickly drowned out by the creaking of the bed and the banging of the headboard against the wall.

"AH! AH! AH! Oh man, this is a-maAAAaay-zing!" Pj cried out as he was ridden harder than ever before. Unable to control his own movements he began lifting his bottom to meet the powerful thrust ravishing his hole. Mighty thwacks joining all the other racket going on.

"Geeze Pop-pop you're doing it even harder than dad does!" Pj continued. "A-And that's saying something!"

Peter laughed proudly at that. "But I bet yer lovin' every second 'o' dis. Ain't ya Little Pj?" He growled. "Come on boy, admit it to yer dear ol' Pop-pop. He's wants ta hear how much ya appreciate him doin' dis to ya!"

"I-I-I l-love it s-sir!!" Pj groaned, eyes rolling back in his head as another orgasm hit him like a freight train.

Only becoming more amused when he felt the hole he was fucking tighten around his meat Peter started to truly pile drive into his smaller bedmate. The cute sounds he was getting out of Pj every time he bottomed out making him smirk in hedonistic triumph.

It had been quite a while since he had last had the chance to bed someone this young. A novelty he fully enjoyed as he continued fucking the plump rump that had been offered to him. Most kid's Pj's age were more interested fooling around with those as young as them. Their complete dismissal of the older generation and their mature experience when it came to sex making him a little peeved. Boy was he happy his grandson and his friend had learned better. Made the whole trip him and Franklin had made a hellava lot better in his opinion.

Hammering away harder as he edged towards completion Peter sought out his husband across the way. Like him the rabbit was balls deep inside of one of their companions. Franklin taking his own turn after he no doubt got himself a decent reaming from Pj's gorilla boyfriend.

Sensing that he was being watch Franklin drew his focus away from the boy he was breeding and smiled at Peter. A wink and a silently mouthed "You're next" earning him a Cheshire grin from the hefty cat as they both went back to concentrating on their younger partners.

For quite a while all four men continued on with their activities. The heat and musk in the room building up to a dizzying degree as the two older men competed to see who would last the longest. A short competition that Franklin ended up losing unfortunately when he suddenly came inside of Moose with a huffy shout and a long string of curses as deposited a scorching load in his new primate acquaintance's bruised and battered rear.

Blood set to boiling when he heard his husband cumming Peter quickly upped his game. Speeding to his own release with a snarling growl. Pulling out again he forced Pj up onto all fours. One large palm resting on the boy's hip to steady his thrusting while the other gripped a fistful of hair so he could pull his head back for the added bit of traction he needed.

"Ya feelin' it son?" The mature feline asked with a heavy pant. "Dis old man's 'bout ta drop a big steamin' load of spunk right up yer slutty ass!"

"I-I feel it sir!" Pj said through a shuddering moan. "It’s going to feel so good! Fill me up sir! Please!"

Peter cackled wickedly with that admission. The malicious glint in his eyes both terrifying and highly arousing to Pj who was peering back at him over his shoulder. "You ain't nuffin' but a horny little fucker Little Pj?" He taunted the boy. "Bet ya bend over da very second sumone asks ya to. Beggin' and pleadin' fer them ta shove sum hard meat up dat needy hole so they can give it to ya real good and hard! Ya can‘t live without a proper fuckin‘ can ya? Yup, yer nuffin' but a horny, cockgobblin', ass eatin', cum suckin' little whore dat's always in heat!"

"I am Pop-pop Peter! I AM!" Pj all but hollered, drool running down his chin and eyes losing focus as he was hit by yet another mind-numbing climax. "But you're doing way better than any of them ever did! I can't believe how amazing you are."

Soaking up that sort of praise as he savagely claimed his grandson’s ass Peter finally decided to let the boy rest. Both hands going to Pj's shoulders he firmly held him in place as he slammed into him three more times. Turgid member expanding on the last brutal thrust as he pumped heady spurt after heady spurt of his thick, viscous essence into the tight, pulsing cavern he had oh so thoroughly enjoyed that hot, steamy august night.

"Damn…" Peter said, sounding exhausted as he reluctantly came to a complete stop. Hands sliding down his partner's back he let out a amused huff, every single muscle in his body going limp as he fell onto his haunches, his cock sliding free from Pj's anus alongside a near constant stream of his own spunk.

Lifting himself onto his knees as he came back down to earth Pj stared thoughtfully at his grandpa, a small smile on his face. "Wow." Was all he could say at first. Eyes shining brightly as Peter reached out and pulled him towards him, Pj made to sit between the larger man's legs with his back flush against his chest.

"Yer da gosh darn amazing one boy." Peter said, his previous wholesome attitude resurfacing much to his grandson's surprise. "I can't believe ya let a dirty old man like me do all dat to ya just now. Makes me wish I had da energy ta go again right away

"We could always do it later." Pj suggested as he got comfortable. "I mean, I don't mind doing that as many times as you want! Um… just as long as I get to rest in between."

Peter ruffled the boy's hair. "Wish it were dat simple Little Pj. But we both know dat your daddy ain't a fan of mine right now." He sadly pointed out. "Not with da way he's all bent outta shape about me being married or sumthing like dat."

"Oh…" Pj sighed. Any post-coital bliss he felt ruined somewhat by harsh light of reality. Pop-pop was right, with his dad acting like he was it would probably be a long time before they saw each other again. If ever. "We'll just have to make the most out of tonight then." Pj reasoned after a moment of though. "As soon as I finish catching my breath let's do something again!"

Walking up to the bed with an arm over Moose's shoulder Franklin chuckled at the proposal. "Now that's the sprit kid!" The long eared man cheered. Giving Moose a wink he pushed him towards the two cat’s. "You go next though son. Me and Petey need a breather."

Stumbling as he was pushed Moose glared at the older man. "Go next!?" He sputtered.

"Yeah son: You go next." Peter reaffirmed. Carefully removing himself from his spot behind Pj the large man stood and cracked his back. "I'm curious ta see how ya treat my Little Pj during sex. Got ta make sure yer satis-ma-fying him and all dat."

Peering down at Pj the ape gave him an disbelieving look. The doubtful expression morphing into fond amusement when he saw him blush. "Alright Fatty, I'll go next." He agreed. "Just don't you expect me to fuck you like your grandpa just did."

For his insult Moose got a slap on the ass from Peter as he passed him. "Don't be smart son, I ain't too old to take you over my knee. And I don't mean dat in da fun way."

Getting onto the bed, Moose sniggered. "Understood sir." He said, about to take his turn at reminding Pj why he was such a lucky guy.

However, before Moose could begin the sixth coupling of the orgy something happened that drew the four naked men right out of their own little world with a literal bang. Heavy stomping suddenly coming from outside the room everyone turned towards it just as the guestroom door burst open. The thin wooden barrier striking the wall it was attached to as a large body stormed into the room with a determined stride and an angry shout.

"Alright Pops, listen up b'cause I ain't sayin' dis a second time." Pete bellowed as he stomped his way into the room. "It ain't easy fer me ta say it but I'm sorry fer… … … wut… da hell?"

Apology speech dying on his lips as he fully took in the room around him Pete felt his entire body go still as stone. The sights of the four person orgy that had apparently gone on right under his own home leaving the usually mouthy man at a loss for words as he mutely stared at the small gathering. Lucky for all those present though there was one person just so happened to be someone right behind the silent who was more than happy to voice his opinion on what they had found.

Ducking so he could fit through the room's entryway a smirking Bubba Molyneux slowly scanned the area as he entered. Green eyes only widening for a fraction of a second when he caught sight of his old army buddy's father before he stepped up behind Pete and placed a large, green scaled hand on his expansive back.

"Thought you said meeting your daddy was going to be a sticky situation when you called me Boss Man!" The Cajun said with a scratch to his scaly chin. "If Bubba knew this was what you meant the he would have stopped by a drugstore on his way over."

Jolted out of his stupefied state by his companion's dumb joke Pete glared up over his shoulder at him. The hard expression he wore holding no real ire this time. "Dumbass." He grumped at the gator. Turning back to the others next he then added a harsh, "Wut da fuck are you all doin' in here!?"

"What fuck does it look like we're doing son?" Franklin said as he flourished to the bed. "We're all having ourselves a damn nice four-way. One you're welcome to join despite being such a tremendous jackass earlier."

Pete grumbled at the rabbit for his brazen words. Bastard still knew just the right way to piss him off. Almost made him respect the man. "I ain't joinin' nuffin' until I say wut I came ta say ta Pop's over there."

Intrigued Peter carefully approached his son. Their previous conversation and the unpleasantness associated with it fresh in his mind as he tentatively spoke. "Wut wuz it ya wanted ta tell me Junior?" He began. "Hope it ain't anything bad."

Instead of verbally answering his hesitant father Pete did something that shocked all those present. Grumbling something akin to the words "this is stupid" he quickly lurched forward, both arms snaking their way around his father's naked body as he willingly hugged him for the first time.

Bewildered by the sudden show of affection Peter frantically peered over to his husband. Franklin quietly snickering at his surprise while motioning for him to return the embrace. Following suit the older man sighed and squeezed Pete back. Both father and son ending up holding one another for several, long uninterrupted minutes before the rarity ended just as suddenly as it had begun.

"There. I hugged ya. Happy?" Pete gruffly said as he took a step back. Arms folding over his chest nest he glared at a suddenly interesting ceiling tile. "Oh… an I guess I'm sorry 'bout earlier too I suppose. Iffin yer really set on goin' straight I guess I can handle it."

"Wuz dat really wut you were mad 'bout dis whole time?" Peter said honestly surprised. Scratching his head in confusion he frowned at his son. "Here I wuz thinking it was all about me marrying Frankie. Well, at least until Little Pj told me you like sleeping with men too."

Ducking his head when his grandfather revealed what he had revealed Pj hesitantly went to lock eyes with his father. As expected the middle-aged man was now aiming a death glare his way that clearly said they'd be talking about that one later. As for now though Pete slowly exhaled and nodded in the affirmative to Peter's statement.

"Yeah I've been fuckin' ass." He admitted. "But dat ain't entirely why I wuz all pissed off. You marrin' dat carrot muncher wuz part of it too. Never figured you'd go an marry sumone again after Ma. Not after da way ya kept sayin' marriage wuz fer suckers.”

His hand coming to rest on Pete's shoulder Peter gave his son a sympathetic nod. "Wut can I say boy? I changed m' mind." He said. "As fer me retirin' an all dat, I jus figured why should I go on scammin' when yer more than capable of taking over da family legacy? Always considered you a hellava lot better conman I ever wuz."

"Ya really mean dat old man?" Pete said, face heating up a little. It was odd being praised by the same man who constantly struck fear into his heart growing up.

"Fuck yeah I do!" Peter confirmed again while placing an arm around his boy. After giving the other man a half hug he motioned over to Bubba. "Alright son, now that we're friends again how 'bout you give me da four-one-one on this big feller standing b'sides ya?"

Taking a few moments to gather his thoughts Pete huffed and reluctantly revealed another part of his life to his dad. "This is jus Bubba Pops." He said introducing the gator. "Me an him are…

"…dating." Bubba finished. A small know look he sent Pete's direction speaking of some secret conversation they had earlier. "Pleasure to finally meet you in da flesh "père". Petey's be telling me an awful lot about you tonight. All good despite da circumstances."

"Petey did huh?" Peter drawled, eyes darting back and forth between the two. But just as it looked like the older man was about to say more he changed the subject. "Well, anyway it's nice ta meet ya Mr. Bubba. Hope yer planning on staying da night so we can get better acquainted."

Bubba's trademark grin made a reappearance at the question. "Why da hell would I leave when I can keep getting an eyeful of what you got hanging out down there?” He joked. "Mighty nice looking dick you got swinging between your legs by da way. I see where my Boss Man gets it from now."

Rolling his eyes as Bubba flirted with his father Pete padded his way over to Pj and Moose. The shirt he wore slowly unbuttoned as he neared the two. "So ya went and got yerself screwed silly by yer own grandpa, huh boy?" He said, flatly. "Fuck. I knew you wuz a slut b'fore but damn dat's just nasty."

'Like you're one to talk dad.' Pj thought with an internal huff. Aloud he giggled nervously as his dad approached. "Well… I-I couldn't help it sir. I sorta walked in on him and Grampa Thumpy."

Pete stilled at Franklin's new title. "Grampa Thumpy?" When Pj went to explain himself the heavyset man quickly waved it off and asked Peter a simple question. "How wuz he Pops?"

"One of da best lays I've ever had." Peter admitted as he came up behind his son, Bubba and Franklin right behind him. "Just got done pounding him when you an yer buddy barged in. Did say he wanted another round though. Little Pj can't seem ta get enough dick tonight."

Pete chuckled darkly as he tossed his shirt to the side and dropped his pants. "Wuz hopin' dat wuz da case." He said. "Come on Pops. Let's you 'n' me put on a show and fuck-a-ma-fy da shit outta da brat."

Biting his bottom lip worriedly while Moose scrambled to get out of the line of fire--the traitor--Pj sat there watching as the two older men descended on him with indicial gleams in their eyes. He supposed he had asked for this, hadn't he? What with telling Pop-pop Peter he'd happily spend the night with him. Lucky for him though, he was more than willing to endure the royally hard fucking that followed.

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Back in the present…

(… … … Well Mr. Diary there's not really that much more I can really tell you that you probably couldn't already guess happened. As expected, having sex with both Pop-pop Peter and Dad was not an easy task to do. Both of them doing things to me that I dare not repeat right now or else I'll get turned on again. What was worse about it too was that the activities didn't stop there.

Everyone moving downstairs after it was suggested we needed more room Dad spent the rest of the night showing off all of the toy's and dirty movies we had spent so much time hiding away in the dungeon. Mr. Lapinski… oh, I mean Grampa Thumpy seemed impressed by the presentation but Pop-pop Peter just had to argue about which brand of dildo was the best to use. A little disagreement that led to a really weird competition where they took turns trying out various sex toys on both me and Moose until everyone decided it'd just be better idea to have another orgy.

The whole thing really was hard going, I can tell you. Yet at the same time I really can't say I didn't enjoy myself either. With everyone being friends again we really had a good time. Even now, as I sit up here writing in you, I'm thinking about the whole thing and smiling like a crazy person. Which by this point I might just be.

I'm glad to know I'm not the only crazy one in my family though. During a break in the action Pop-pop sat me and my dad down for a few minutes and told us some more about our family's "tradition" of fathers and sons enjoying each other's company in ways society would never approve of. Stories that made me feel like less of a weirdo that I might just tell you one day if I ever feel up to it. As for now though, I think it's high time I went back to bed for a bit. I've got to get up again in a few hours so I can make breakfast for everyone in the house after all.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you! Pop-pop Peter and Grampa Thumpy decided to stay over at our house for a few more days. Mostly so they can get to know us all better but also because they're coming along with us next Saturday to celebrate Dad and Bubba's anniversary. Guess they finally sorted out that whole thing with them. Heh, I can't wait to see where that one's going.)

Closing his diary shortly after he finished the last of his story a tired Pj yawned quietly to himself and stood with a small grunt. Darn that had been a long writing session. But like he said earlier. It was well worth it. Now whenever he felt like it he could look back on yesterday and remember exactly how special it had been.

"Not that I'd ever truly forget about any of it mind you." Pj hummed happily.

Tidying up real quick the sleepy boy quickly put away his diary. The book placed in the secret spot under his bed just in case someone was reading it when he wasn't looking. With that done he exited the room next, shuffling out into the hallway deep in thought about what he‘d cook for everyone come sunup.

Pj's return to the living room was interrupted however when as he neared the stairs he was met by not only his father this time but also his grandpa. Both men still naked and actively arguing over something as they made their way up onto the second story of the house.

"--I'm telling ya Junior da "Rump Rammer™ Mach Seven" is da superior product." Peter finished saying as they climbed the final steps. Stopping at the top he made a circle with one hand and a fist with the other. The closed palm pushed through the ring with a dirty chuckle. "Dat beauty can really wreck up a hole when ya use it juuuuust right."

Pete nodded thoughtfully at his dad's argument. "Nah, I'm still partial to da Assblaster™ series." He insisted. "Those suckers have all da special functions bitches need when it's shoved up there cans."

There was a playful growl from Peter as he put a friendly arm around his son. "Boy, don't you go making me have ta show you how darn wrong ya are!" He warned. "Iffin I do there'll be heck ta pay."

Not one to be one upped Pete shoved the older man gently. "Oh yeah? You jus go ahead an try it old man!" He huffed. "Me an m' Assblasters will anni-ma-ha-late any ass ya pick."

It was at that moment that the two men noticed Pj standing there watching them. A look quickly shared between the two they approached the panicked boy with dark purpose. "W-Wait, a minute Dad! Pop-pop?” Pj panicked. Their thoughts as clears as day. “I really don't feel like doing anything else tonight."

Grabbing the younger man under each of his arms as they continued on their way the two older cats continued on with their heated discussion, Pj limply dragged behind them as he comically groaned at his fate. This was the life of all "Pjs" he supposed. Always getting fucked and put into outrageous situations by the "Petes" in their lives.

However, as he was taken to yet another round of unbridled sex Pj realized he couldn't truly say that he minded it all. At least he got something out of the deal as well. A life where full of friends and family who not only gave him lots of sex, but who also cared about him deeply. And really… who would ever ask for anything more?