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Work had always been a royal pain in the ass to Pete D’caht. Sure, he enjoyed scamming sucker after sucker out of their hard earned cash. Hell, he enjoyed doing so with a near sexual thrill. But, after having spent a combined total of eighty-five hours behind his desk, signing contract after contract from the sales of his summer madness sale he was more than ready to call it quits for the weekend and spend his time doing things more enjoyable.

And the first thing on that list was getting himself a good hot meal. Something which Pete could swear was calling his name as he shifted his car into park and pulled his key free. Then, after he had filled himself to the brim with whatever delicious dinner was awaiting him inside the sinister man planned on topping off his post-work afternoon by fucking the ever loving hell out whichever member of the household he could get his hands one first. Just the thought of which was making him hard in his pants, pictures of a certain trio of plump asses and suckling mouths running though his lust addled mind.

Of course if Pete were to be completely honest with himself only two of this soon to be fucked trinity actually called his two story suburban Spoonerville house their home. The duo legitimately dwelling there being of course his slutty son, Pj D’caht and his burly gorilla boyfriend Moose Clancy.

As for the third member of his close inner circle. He was more like a houseguest who wouldn’t leave. Not that Pete cold complain about his old buddy Bubba Molyneux. In fact, just thinking of the reasons why he’d never object to his increasingly long presence in the house was enough to make the middle-aged man adjust the bulge in his pants as he squeezed his way out of his car and stretched his aching muscles.

“Fuckin’ finally…” The used car salesman griped as he cracked his back. After giving his ass a quick lazy scratch Pete made quick work of making his way around his old Studebaker and began heading towards his house, his heaver set frame padding its way at a snail’s pace as he traveled up the small walkway and up the three front steps leading to the front door, which he opened after fiddling with the key for a few moments.

Now, most days when he set foot through that door the smells of dinner being cooked would be there to greet him. His son’s talent in the kitchen making his mouth water in much the same way it did when he got the chubby little tramp on his belly and lubed up just right. But today the only thing that greeted the returning man were the rough and primal sounds of two men having sex along with a shout that sounded suspiciously like his son’s usual cry of passion.

“Well, well, well looks like da boy slacked off ta get his fat ass fucked.” Pete chuckled to himself as he loosened his tie. “Wonder who da little brat wrangled up this time. Heh-heh, bet it’s banana breath. Monkey boy wuz eager as hell ta get offa work taday. Gonna have‘ta cut his pay a little fer leavin’ early.”

Quickly discerning that the noises currently making him harder than steel were originating from upstairs Pete smirked evilly to himself and padded his way over to the stairs, descending upwards as the sounds grew in volume and obscenity. Whoever was fucking his boy was certainly going at it with vigor. Pete hadn’t heard Pj keen that loudly since… well, since he had surprised the younger man in the shower that morning.

“If he’s going that loud must be Bubba a-fuckin’ ‘im.” Pete reasoned. Reaching the second story Pete quickly tiptoed his way over to his bedroom and slowly opened the door as quietly as he could. As he had predicted, there was his son and mechanic. The former of which laid flat on his back, legs spread wide and wrapped around the gator’s waist ad Bubba grunted and huffed while he relentlessly drove into the thickset teen’s pliant body like a wild beast.

“About time you got home boss man.” Bubba suddenly said, not missing a single beat in his pounding. “Would have waited for your slow ass but I couldn’t resist da petite any longer.”

Eyes flying open, Pj tilted his head to the side and gasped when he saw his dad standing there. “D-DAD!” He gasped, his face turning beat red at being walked in on while being fucked silly. “Oh, man I forgot about dinner! I’m so sorry!”

His grin widening when he heard his son’s shout of surprise Pete strolled into the room and started to remove his sweaty work clothes. “Oh, that’s fine suitcase, a man can only control himself so long ’roud a bitch in heat like my baby boy.” He said responding to Bubba first. “‘Sides I ain’t one ta turn his nose up at sloppy seconds. Love da feelin’ of slidin’ ‘m shlong inta a well fucked hole.”

After momentarily stopping to shrug his shirt off and slide his slacks and underwear down his legs, Pete chuckled darkly and climbed his way onto the bed. His large hand coming to give Bubba a pat on the back as he leaned over his shoulder and watched his son’s face, twisted in blissful ecstasy. There was just something about that light flush in his cheeks and the way his mouth hung open that made you want to fuck him stupid.

“How’s his ass taday?” Pete asked in a manner similar to how most other people asked about the weather. “Nice and tight?”

“Da tightest boss.” Turning his head Bubba drew his employer into sloppy kiss, Pete responding instantly and dominating the reptile’s mouth with a growl as he slid his hand down and gave him a hard slap on his scaly ass. “Fuck…” Bubba groaned as they parted. “You best not do that again Petey or I’m gonna insist you fuck me instead.”

Pete snorted. “Can’t I do both?” He laughed. Drawing away the large man motioned for Bubba to move. “Scoot down a little fer me snaggletooth. I wanna see iffin da boy remembers how ta eat me out da way I like.”

“Yeah, boss man, give da petite a really face full.” Bubba encouraged as he grabbed Pj by the hips and pulled him further down the bed.

“W-W-Wait don’t I get a say in this!” Pj asked, putting up a halfhearted argument. Sure, he liked it when his dad did filthy things like that to him but, to just spring it on him like that!

“Like you’d say no ta me slut.” Pete responded back smugly. Moving with the elegance of a man half his size the sinister used car salesman quickly stood up on the bed and positioned himself over his Pj’s face, his legs on either side of the boy’s head with his ass and taint hovering above. “Now, stick out yer tongue, get yer lips a smackin’ and really toss dat salad!”

With that sufficing as his warning Pete unceremoniously lowered himself, the hairy crack of his large dark furred ass descending down onto Pj’s wide eyed face with only a yelp of surprise coming out of the boy before his hot, pants were muffled out by the furry furrow.

The pudgy man’s shock quickly wore off though and before he could stop himself Pj began to work his tongue into the heated valley before him, drilling and screwing the tip right into the puckering hole a few times before he applied more spit and really got down to business.

“Holy shi… fuck, he’s really inta it taday!” Pete grunted out as he ground down on the fleshy organ worming its way up and down his most private of places. “Wut da hell did ya do ta get’im this worked up?”

Resuming in his frantic fucking Bubba shrugged his shoulders. “Put on one of yer skin flicks before we really got to going.” The Cajun revealed. “Had him watch it for a bit to butter him up.”

“Heh-heh, I can smell da butter too.” Pete joked. “Which movie wuz it by da by? Gotta file it away fer later use when I really want him good an horny.”

Wiggling his hips from side to side before he answered Bubba smirked when he hit the right spot and Pj‘s muffled scream of joy reached his hearing. “It was that hokey parody with da medieval theme.” He told Pete once he was done. “Horny iguana dressed up as a dragon fucking da asses of a bunch of tight little twinks in tinfoil armor. Must have gave da petite ideas cause before I could even start pawing at him he was on his knees sucking me off before the first scene was over.”

“Dat’s ‘m boy for ya! Real hornball. Just like our other boy.” Pete chuckled. Ears giving a sudden twitch the large man smirked. “Speakin’ ‘o’ which, I think I hear’im comin’ in da door right now.”

Just as he had said the sound of someone opening and closing the door downstairs suddenly rang out, the loud thud followed by the enthusiastic call of a man who was in the need for an afternoon rendezvous. “Hey Fatty I’m home!” Moose called out from below. “Your dad rode me all day and I need to work out some stress. Heh, we got ourselves time too. Tricked the old goat into redoing some paperwork to buy us a few hours!”

Frowning as Bubba smirked over to him in response to Moose’s words Pete grumble under his breath, clearly not amused. So that was why the gorilla had suddenly come into his office claiming that he misplaced several contracts. Smug little smart ass was just lucky he was like a second son to him or the ex-jock would be out on his ass and fired for a stunt like that. Not, that he wasn’t going to be punished for what he did mind you.

“Sorry ta break it to ya banana breath but I said da hell wit da papers and came home anyway!” Pete called out. When a groan reached his ears the large man lightened up a little and snickered. “Stop yer complaining monkey boy and get yer ass up here right now! Ya earned yerself some overtime fer wut ya did ta me!”

There was a rueful chuckle, the sound quickly eclipsed by the ungodly racket of Moose sprinting up the stairs and towards the bedroom where the other three members of the household were currently in. Within a few short seconds Moose appeared in the doorframe, his shirt already off--most likely still floating down the staircase--and his pants quickly following suit.

“Sorry about trying to trick you Mr. D.” The primate humbly apologized as he slipped off his pants and rushed over to the bed. “Oh… a-and sorry about the “You riding my ass” crack I made. I was just telling a little joke so--”

“Ah-ah cram a banana in it! I ain’t letting ya off that easy.” Pete growled with mock sternness. “You get yerself some repentin’ ta do and yer goin’ ta do on yer knees and all night long. Bubba…?”

“Doing his best to control the bout of laughter threatening to come out of him the alligator gave his longtime friend a half serious nod. “Yeah, Sarge?” He questioned. “What is it that ol’ Bubba can do for ya.”

“Lift up yer tail.” Pete simply said. Watching with growing amusement Pete continued sitting on his son’s face as Bubba did as he had been told, thick scaly tail appearing just over the top of his left shoulder. “Heh-heh, yeah jus like that.” Hand going out Pete took hold of the meaty appendage and pulled it towards him, a grunt coming out of its owner as his hole was exposed to the eyes of Moose who was still standing behind them.

“Hey watch it boss man.” Bubba warned lightly. “That thing’s attached to me you know.”

After giving the tail in his hands another hard tug Pete stuck his tongue out at his friend and then turned his attention back to the forth member of their impromptu orgy. “There ya go Moose m’boy!” He exclaimed. “Since yer boyfriend here is eatin’ out my glorious ass real good-like how’s ‘bout you follow his example and chow down on some gator cunt.”

“Anything you want Mr. D.” Moose said with a lustful shudder. Dropping to his knees the overly excited twenty-two-year-old quickly wobbled his way over to Bubba’s ass and literally dove in face first, his breath coming out in smothered pants as he shamelessly devoured the tender, light yellow region with the veracity of a starving man.

“Merde, where what da hell did I do ta deserve a horny group of men like you all!” Bubba cried out as he was rimmed. Unable to resist any longer the southern mechanic fell forward, his mouth finding and attaching itself to Pete’ left nipple which he instantly began to nurse on.

“Fuckin’ hell, Bubs that’s how ta do it!” Pete cheered as he lowered his hand and started jacking off. “Really bite them tits ‘o’ mine hard. Ya know how I like’um squeezed till their all red and sensitive.” Wiggling his hips side to side the large man growled. “You keep it up too boy, get yer daddy nice and wet and hot. Now dat we’re all here I feel like havin’ us a real rowdy orgy tanight! Sumthin’ ta help work off da damn stress of havin’ ta work so hard dis week.”

Three happy sounding “Yessirs” followed Pete’s spontaneous declaration. The foursome quickly forgetting about anything else and descending into an obscene orgy of smacking lips and flesh, hard leaking and erupting cocks, and rough and bawdy fucking.

Later that night, in-between rounds of rutting would find himself looking around to the men in the room with him, a small knowing smile playing on his lips as he took a sip from a water bottle to re-hydrated. Bubba had said earlier that he was the lucky one in the house, but in truth Pete was the one who truly felt lucky.

He had his son, who was currently on all fours, both his mouth and ass stuffed. He had Moose, his eager new employee currently facefucking his boy’s mouth. And most off he had Bubba, the third member in the spitroast before him, the gator driving into Pj with the force of a mach truck barreling through a brick wall. All in all, they were a picture perfect family in the middle-aged man’s opinion. A sick and twisted sort of family but one none the less. And for the life of him Pete didn’t know how things could get any better.

Putting away such fond thoughts thought Pete took out one of his best cigars from a nearby drawer and leaned back against the wall, both hands getting to work tweaking a nipple and stroking his cock. He could feel his eighth orgasm building up steam and he was eager to release it so he could make some more lube for his turn as his son’s ass.

“You two better hurry da fuck up and cum in that boy’s ass and mouth!” He called out to Bubba and Moose. “In a few I’m gonna need myself someone ta help me get hard again and Pj there’s da one who I plan on makin’ do it fer me!”

The end for now…?

Happy Pete day