1:00 Am: Spoonerville…

It was a quiet night like any other in the small town of Spoonerville. The sun had just set and the citizens were all preparing for a good night’s sleep. Some took out their garbage knowing that the trucks would be making their rounds early, some sat on their couches or lay in their beds watching their televisions, the flickering sound and images keeping them entertained until they fell asleep, and some were already asleep boredom or sheer tiredness calling them to their bedrooms. But one person didn’t join in on these night time rituals, no he had something else to do. Something he had been meaning to do for months now. Seeing his chance, said person slipped out from under a large arm and carefully snuck out of a warm bed. On his tiptoes, he exited the room and made his way out into the darkened hallway to his own bedroom. Slowly pushing open the door he smiled to himself memories of what he had done an hour ago running through his head. He reached over to a light switch and flipped it lighting his once dark room and revealing himself. The young man now illuminated appeared to be some sort of dog or cat-like like creature. He had a plump and pudgy body and a happy but tired smile on his face. He wore no clothing, naked as the day he was born, reminded of that fact when a small draft sent a shiver through his body. Pulling a blanket off his bed, he wrapped it around himself then went over to his desk taking out a small diary out of one of the drawers. Without a word, he opened it and began to write, intent on telling the small book of the numerous things that had happened to him in the last ten months.

(Hello again diary it’s me Pj. Hope you remember me? I know it has been a long time since I last wrote in you last and I’m sorry for that, but I just couldn’t find the time. What I’m about to tell you is something I hope no one ever finds out because if they did everything that I’ve come to enjoy so much would be ruined. The only reason I’m writing this down now is because I want to have some sort of keepsake to remind me how wonderful my life has become in the last year or so. …Well now that I’ve explained that I think it’s time to start telling you my story. I guess I should begin with that one fall morning just after school had started up again. I had been up all night the previous day so I was…)
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D’caht household, 8:25 AM, 10 months ago….

The sound of an annoyingly noisy alarm clock was the first thing that Pete D'caht junior or Pj as most knew him heard every morning as he was startled awake. And every morning the sleepy young man tried his best to avoid the chore of waking up. Rolling his round body away from the sound and placing his overstuffed pillow over his head hoping in vain to block the incessant ringing and just fall back asleep. This lazy plan of his may have worked too if it weren’t for the fact that the door to his bedroom burst open and the heavy stomping of  an certain angry someone tore into the small space.

“God dam it boy what have I told ya about letting’ that dammed clock of yers wake me up!” The intruder bellowed with such force that the windows rattled. There was the sound of someone stomping across the room, then the pillow Pj was using to cover his head was roughly snatched away and thrown across the room breaking a lamp as it traveled through the air.

Snapping wide awake and realizing who was yelling at him Pj sprang out of his bed and scrambled to his feet saluting his visitor as he shook slightly. “I, I, I’m sorry sir!’ He squeaked.

Standing in front of the now scared boy was his father Pete D'caht Sr. or as he was known to Pj “Sir”. He was a large man both in height and in weight. Every aspect of his personage seemed to intimidate and overwhelm his young son something which the man reveled in. The boy shook as the older man sneered at him and lit the large stogie which hung from his sneering mouth. “I don‘t give a shit iffin yer sorry or not boy!” Pete growled around his cigar. “You know how much I hate havin‘ ‘m bueaty-fication sleep inter-ner-upted.” 

“I know sir I’m sorry.” Pj mumbled as he peered down at his feet. This was not a good way to start the day his dad angry with him. “It’s ju-just that I-” 

“-Shut it!!” Pete shouted interrupted. “I don’t care what excuses ya got boy!”  The larger man raised his fist intent on backhanding his son but stopped when a sugary sweet voice wafted into the room.

“Petey-pie where are you?” A woman’s voice called from outside Pj‘s bedroom. “I thought you said we were going to play hide and peek-a-boob-” there was a girlish giggle. “-When we woke up.”

Pete’s eyes flashed with lush and he turned away from his son. “Sure thing baby doll.” He cooed fluttering his eyes. “Was just in here teaching the boy how to be respectable-like.” 

Turning back to his son Pete pointed to his eyes then to his son. “You better be real quiet-like and get your ass to school.” He whispered harshly then in a sing-song voice called out to his girlfriend. “Here I come baby doll! Hope you’re ready for little Petey-pie!!” Pj watched as his father tiptoed out of the room humming and looking utterly pleased as he left.

 “Man… that was close one.” Pj sighed once he was sure his father was out of earshot. Looking over to the alarm clock on his nightstand he groaned and slapped his own forehead, it was nearly time for school. “I better get my tail in gear and get a move on.” he remarked. The husky young man padded over to his closet and quickly got dressed snatching up his book bag afterwards and heading for the door. As he was about to leave however he stopped and turned back to his desk remembering something that he did every day before he left. Write in his small diary. Going over to it he smiled remembering where it had come from, the book had been a present from his mom. Sighing at that thought he opened the book and began writing…

(Wow did I just have a close one Mr. Diary. I nearly didn’t get away that morning without a new bruise. But that’s my dad for you, mean and surly. He didn’t always used to be this way… well at least not as bad as he is now. This new level of meanness started on the day mom left him for Mr. Goof our old next door neighbor. Boy that was that day bad. I lost my mom, sister, and best friend all in a matter of hours. My dad on the other hand didn’t seem to care too much. I think he saw her seems leaving as the opportunity to do all the things she didn’t let him do. Most of his free time is now spent watching TV, smoking and drinking, and of course on his numerous girlfriends. That was one of them right now who just “saved” me. They’re kind of nice I guess but they don’t seem stick around too long. Maybe a day or so then they leave, getting either sick of my dad or tired of milking him for his money.

Dad doesn’t seem to mind so much, gives him time to “Play the field” as he puts it. It’s sort of embarrassing seeing him bring in a new woman every week or so but you get used to it. How do I know he’s doing this you ask diary? Well that’s the reason I’m so sleepy this morning. Dad and his new friend “Candy” were up all last night fooling around, their grunts and shrieks waking me up around ten and not ending until five ’o’clock in the morning. … You know diary there’s something I actually wanted to say about that, I know it’s sick but… strangely I sorta liked it a little. As I listened to them doing god only knows what I began to become kinda hot and bothered, just a little mind you. And not in a there’s an attractive woman moaning in the room next to me sort of way. No, I’m getting excited hearing my dad doing all that grunting and saying all these dirty things as he has his way with those women. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve ended up being so excited that I yank down my pajamas and pleasure myself to those sounds. I always end up feeling guilty afterwards though. More than a little confused and scared. It’s during the shame that the thought of “Am I gay?” passes through my head. But I push it down, my dad would have a cow if I was….)
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9:10 Am Spoonerville high

Pj frowned as he tiptoed into Spoonerville high. Despite his rushing he was once again late for school and by the time he made it inside the halls were deserted. “Man, I’m going to be in so much trouble!” He whined to himself as he ran though the empty hallway towards his first period class. When the young man finally arrived to his homeroom he cautiously peeked inside trying to see if his teacher was inside. When he looked however he was happy to see that his regular teacher Mr. Brown a jovial looking bear wasn’t there, which meant that he might get inside without being handed another tardy slip. 

Smiling at his good luck Pj reached down for the handle to the door but as soon as he touched it a loud and angry voice sounded from behind him. “Well, well, well Mr. D’caht! I should have known I’d find you out here… late again.”

Cringing from the sound of that angry voice Pj turned around slowly finding the principle, Mr. Tarn glaring him down. Mr. Tarn was a mean looking bull with a powerfully muscular build and a thin beard surrounding his mussel. His starched and perfectly pressed business suite was in stark contrast to the beast which it clothed. There were times when the nasty man would “jokingly” threaten to run a unruly student through with his long sharp horns. In a lot of ways Mr. Tarn reminded Pj of his dad. “I’m sorry sir I… I missed the bus again I guess.”

The bull scowled at the younger man’s excuse. “Sort of funny how you’ve seemed to miss the bus four days in a row, son.” Reaching forward and placing a heavy hand on Pj’s shoulder he continued. “A boy like you should learn the harsh penalties of tardiness.” A sadistic grin crossed his face. “I bet I could break a little crybaby like you in an hour, Heh I probably wouldn’t even need that much time. But as for now-” Mr. Tarn looked past the shorter man. “-I‘ll leave you in the hands of your teacher.”

Pj looked over his shoulder just in time to see his homeroom teacher Mr. Brown walk up to them a stern looking expression on his face. “Caught him trying to sneak in again did you Bruno?” He asked. “Well Mr. D’caht I reckon that it’ll be another detention for you.”

“Ah, I agree with that.” Mr. Tarn said looking back down to Pj. “Mr. D’caht I expect to see you in there, As soon as the bell rings! Got it! And you better not be a second late!!” his threats issued the old bull turned away and walked down the hall ripping off a poster from a locker as he passed it.

With Mr. Tarn gone Mr. Brown’s mean demeanor instantly melted and he gave Pj a warm friendly chuckle. “You know my dear boy you better be more careful. I fear what ol’ Bruno may have done if I had not arrived in time. We‘re just lucky he was pleased with my suggestion.”

“Yeah thanks Mr. Brown.” Pj said smiling. He liked Mr. Brown a whole lot. It seemed that the short pudgy bear was the only nice teacher in the entire school.

“Please Peter call me Orson all of the other students do. And as for your previous predicament it was no problem my dear boy truly.” The older man ruffled the younger’s hair which was strange them being almost the same size. “Now enough of this let us begin the school day aye.” Mr. Brown held open the door for his student ushering him inside.

“Ok Mr. Brown.” Pj said walking into class. The younger man quickly took his seat and looked ahead as Mr. Brown stepped before the entire class and began his lesson plan for the day.

“Albright boys and girls today we’re going to be looking at…”

(Boy, Mr. Tarn and Mr. Brown sure are different. Kind of makes it hard to believe that they both work so closely together. Mr. Bruno Tarn, the bull is the principle of Spoonerville high and it’s easy to see how he got that position. He’s big, grumpy, and just a bit of a sadist. Prefect principle material if I say so myself. I can’t keep track of how many times he’s yelled at me or someone else for doing practically nothing. Most of the students here are scared to death of him. Rumor has it he was in the army when he was younger and while there he got discharged for trying to gore his sergeant. He also runs a special Delinquent program where he “tortures” kids I hear. 

As for my teacher, Mr. Brown or “Orson” as he insists on me and everyone else calls him. He’s a really cool guy and the entire student body just loves him. He’s even won most popular teacher award every year for the last ten years. And if I had to be honest I guess I sort of have a little man crush on him but who doesn’t around here. He‘s always got a smile on his face and does his best to protect everyone from the wrath of Mr. Tarn.)
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4:30 pm Spoonerville high…

The last bell signaled the end of the day for all of the students of Spoonerville high. With a tremendous cheer all of the young men and women raced out of the building as if it were on fire making plans for the upcoming holiday weekend or just going off to do other things. Pj however wasn’t any part of this jubilation of freedom. No like the last couple of days he found himself lethargically sitting at a desk in the detention room while the on duty teacher drank out of a paper bag and did a crossword puzzle. 

Pj both hated and actually liked staying late at school. For one it allowed him to avoid his father for a few more hours, on the other hand being in detention meant that he was no doubly going to be harassed by…

“Well if it isn’t old butterball again.” A brutish voice came interrupting Pj’s peace and quiet. “Got detention again didja?” 

The sound of the rude and insulting voice made Pj sigh, oh how he wished he didn’t have to put up with this today. “Oh hey Moose g-good to see you again.”

Moose the star quarterback of the Spoonerville high football walked into the detention room a cocky swagger in his steps. “Bet it ain’t every day a nobody like you gets to be in the presence of a wonderful guy like myself.” As he spoke the other boy threw the crumpled remains of his detention sheet at the on duty teacher the proceeded to take a seat as close to Pj as he could. “So what are you in here for this time lardo?”

“I was late again.” Pj said. “How about you?”

“Got caught sticking freshmen in their lockers again, he-he.”

“Of course.” Pj sighed. ‘Can this day get any worst’ he added silently.

(Well Mr. Dairy, guess I should tell you about my resident bully, Moose. Despite his name he’s not a Moose he’s a big gorilla who’s a few years older than me or anyone else in the school for that matter. While most normal people would have been upset at being the oldest guy in school Moose reveled in the fact he had been held back several times. Being as big as he was meant being the star of the football team and getting first choice of the cheerleaders. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard about him being chased off by concerned parents. He’s got to be the most popular guy in school right now which is why it makes me nervous when we have detention together. We have a sorted history with him constantly making fun of me and shoving my head into garbage cans, toilets, and dirty jock strap bins on a weekly basis. And then there’s times like these when we’re in detention alone the big brute seems intent on invading my personal space and sits as close to me as he can.”)

“So Pj what are you doing this week end?” Moose asked suddenly.

‘Strange question.’ Pj thought. Out loud he said. “Um… why, why do you want to know?”

The older boy leaned back in his chair putting his arms behind his head. “Just morbid curiosity I guess. Wondering what dorks like you do on you days off.”

“Oh ok.” Pj frowned. Why did the ape always have to be so mean. “Well if you want to know, I’m not doing anything. Probably just going to sit around my house all weekend playing video games or something.” 

Moose huffed. “You know what fatty I’m going to throw you a bone.” He began. “How about you make your way over to my house Sunday. I’m having a pool party and I dun’ know maybe you’d be able to have some fun, maybe drink find some pussy willing to lower her standards?”

The way the gorilla worded his sentence made Pj blush a little. It also made him a little bit disgusted the way Moose had talked about having sex with some random girl. “Oh, thank you Moose but I don’t think I should go. The other guys on the team would most likely just beat me up or something if I showed up.” Plus Pj didn’t like the idea of everyone at the party seeing him in his trunks and undershirt. “I’ll just stay home ok.”

Moose looked like he was disappointed a little when he heard Pj‘s excuse but then he frowned and turned away. “Fine forget it then loser ya loser. But don’t ya ever expect me to offer again.” 

“Alright Moose, thanks anyway though.” Pj said softly. He didn’t want to anger the older boy any further and went back to his homework.
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5:00 Spoonerville streets…

Pj hurriedly made his way through the streets as he made his way to his destination. It was going to be dark soon and he needed to hurry. Because of his detention he was so very late in getting his father’s dinner. Most nights even with detention he was able to get himself home and cook for the older dog but today he had missed the detention bus and that meant he had to buy something. After running for what felt like forever Pj arrived at a small deli which he went to whenever he needed takeout. 

The familiar chime of the door greeted him as he entered the sweet smelling building along with a big hearty. “Ah, Peeje nice at see you again kiddo.” from the owner.

Pj smiled as he walked into the store. Behind the counter was Mr. Fraido another one of his favorite people. Mr. Fraido was a rhino who owned the deli and made sure to give Pj his best service every time he came into the store. Wiping off some grease off of his hands the older man stepped up to the register. “So buddy what can I get for ya?”

“The usual Mr. Fraido a two foot long big meat lover’s subs for my dad and a bag of chips for me.”

“Come Peeje you gotta want more then that. How ‘bout I make it three medium meet lovers and a free 2-liter? That way you can keep the rest for yourself.”

“No it’s alright sir my dad would blow a gasket if he found out I spent money on myself.” Pj said shaking his head.

The rhino frowned. “You know what son why don’t we make your sub on the house.” Mr. Fraido suggested. He hated the way the boy seemed so sad. “That way you don‘t have to spend an extra dime.”

“Really?” Pj said his mouth watering a little.

“Sure thing kid I’d be happy to.” Saying that the older man turned around and began making the sandwiches. “But you know you should really speak up to yer daddy though. It ain’t right that he makes you work so hard.”

“It’s alright Mr. Fraido I’m only going to be living with him for a little while longer after all.”

“No it ain’t Peeje.” Mr. Fraido said finishing. He turned back around and bagged the sandwiches. “I bet he doesn’t even give you any money for fun.”

“We he does a little.” Pj said meekly. “I get two dollars a month.”

“TWO DOLLARS!? Dammed cheapskate.” Mr. Fraido cursed. “Here kid take this.” The older man opened up his cash register and took out a fifty. “I want you to have this and those subs… they’re free.”

“Mr. Fraido I can’t take this it, it isn’t right.” Pj said shocked.

“Like hell it is. I swear your dad must be stupid if he doesn’t realize how lucky he is ta have a boy like yourself.” Mr. Fraido huffed. He placed a hand on top of Pj’s head rubbing it gently. “If you was my son I’d treat you like a prince.” he smiled down at the younger man for a few moments before looking away. “Now get lost and be sure to spend that money on something wild! Something you’d never ever spend it on for yourself, alright.”

“O, Ok me Fraido I will.” Pj sniffled a little at the kindness he was being showed and turned to leave. “Thanks sir!”

“Your welcome kiddo.” Mr. Fraido said as the younger man left. He made a mental note to make sure to talk to the boys father if he ever met him.

(That Mr. Fraido always so nice to me. I wish there was some way I could repay him one day. He’s been nice to ever since I first came into his shop.)
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D’caht household, later…

The door to the D’caht’s house quickly opened and shut as Pj ran inside. He was sweaty and out of breath both excited and scared about what he had just done. In one hand he held luke warms subs. Two for his father and one for himself. In the other one he held a simple brown bag marked with the words Lou’s. The reason Pj was so worried was because there was only one place in all of Spoonerville which was called Lou’s and if anyone found out what he had bought there he knew it would be the end of him.

Quickly pulling out his own sub Pj placed it into the brown bag and sat the remaining ones on the counter for his dad. That done he made his way over to the stairs and ran upstairs scrambling into his room and slamming the door shut. Safe in his own bedroom the young man start to relax and let out a long sigh. After making double sure his door was locked Pj walked across the room and sat on his bed, dumping the  contents of his little brown bag onto his bed. The first to land was his sub dripping with a little bit of oil, second was a DVD it’s label wrapped in a black wrapper, the last thing to fall out made his heart race again it was something that would of shocked anyone if they had seen it. The third item was large and made out of what Pj guessed black rubber and was in the shape of a large penis. 

“I sure hope this is worth what I had to go through to get you.” Pj said to the obscene toy.

(I still can’t believe what I did that day. After leaving Mr. Fraido’s deli I was at a lost as to what to do with the money he had given me. I couldn’t go home with it. My dad could sniff out money like a blood hound the second it passed the threshold and if I had bought any new video games he would know. As I worried about my problem I passed by an alleyway and that’s when something caught my eye. It was a small back alley shop with the neo letters atop it which spelled out Lou’s sex emporium. The P in the title was made with an obscene penis emblem. I gagged a little looking at it but then that familiar feeling came upon me again. Images of my dad and his girlfriend entered my head and then what Mr. Fraido said to me “Spend that money on something wild.”. Before I knew what was happening I was walking towards that den of filth and opening the front door. As I entered the shop the sound of a woman’s moan spooked me and caused me to jump knocking over a small display. The noise was greeted by the sound of coughing laughter. I looked around and found it’s source, an elderly looking woman, thin as bones who wearing way to much makeup staring at me. After a few awkward seconds she took out the cigarette she was smoking and said to me…)
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An half an hour earlier…

“…Good afternoon cutie and welcome to Lou’s sex emporium!” The elderly woman proclaimed with a hacking cough. “What can old ‘Mert get for ya today?” 

Pj panicked a little he hadn’t expected the person working inside the store to be a woman. “Um, no I…I..I mean yes… I guess.”

“Old ‘Mert” cracked a smile. “Your first time in a sex shop sweetie?”

“How could you tell.” Pj said scratching the back of his head embarrassed.

“Your sweating more then a turkey on thanksgiving and your a little young so I sort of guessed.” She chuckled. “Your legal right?”

“Legal?” Pj asked confused for a moment, then upon seeing her annoyed look he realized what she meant. “Oh, yeah I am I just turned eighteen this summer.” he fished out his ID out of his back pocket and walked over to the woman showing it to her.

“Good everything checks out.” she said glancing at it. “So then hun what can I get for you?”

“Well… I really don’t know I sort of just wandered in here by accident.” Pj admitted. “I’ve never…” He looked over to one of the displays and saw a DVD cover of a woman legs spread wide showing the whole world her privates. “… Been in this sort of store before.”

“Well alright I guess I could help you pick out something.” The woman responded. “What sort of things do you like? Nurses? Cheerleaders? Sexy vampires? Leather?!”

Each one of those choices didn’t really spark Pj’s interest. In fact all of them sort of made him sick. His mind drifting to what he might like images of his dad once again entered his mind. Maybe he could ask the woman for… No he couldn’t… then again she had probably been asked for that sort of thing before and wasn’t going to tell anyone.

The woman tapped her floor annoyed that her customer was taking so long. “Come kid I don’t have all day here! My soaps are going to be coming on soon.”

“Um ma’am could you show me where the… … …the guy on guy stuff is?”

“Oh so your one of them huh?” The woman said surprised. “No worries kid I ain’t going ta judge. Two out of my six husbands were gay after all.” she laughed. 

“T….Thanks.” Pj muttered as the woman led him to the very back of the shop.
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 Present…

Pj fumbled with the dildo in his hands nervously debating for the hundredth time about weather or not he should have bought the dirty thing. It was a large black dildo it instantly making him think of his father when he picked it up and the DVD he had bought was called “Down Right Nasty Daddies 4 and a ½”. The young dog could still hear the old woman chuckling at him when she had seen his choice in products. Muttering a hushed “Daddy issues” when she bagged the items for him. 

After the harrowing experience Pj  had made a beeline strait home. Leaving the shop leaving the strange woman behind with as much speed as he could muster with his pudgy form. The entire trip he had been so paranoid, fearful that everyone he passed knew just where he had come from and what he had gotten. Now here he was sitting on his bed nervously munching on his sub while he tried to figure out what he was suppose to do with his new toys. Picking up the dildo and turning the packaging over and read the back. It was plain with no graphics just a list of very specific and obscene instructions.  The young dog sighed and peered down at video next to him on his bed. 

“I Guess I should just into it, I guess.” He said to himself. Taking in a big gulp Pj picked up the DVD and walked towards his TV.
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Twenty minutes later… 

Pete sr. growled to himself as he walked up to his house. It had been in his own words “One fuckin’ bad day.” his mechanic had told him they needed a new lift, he had had two refunds, and zero new cars sold. Then there was the icing on the cake, finding his newest girlfriend Candy in the new car he had bought for her having sex with Orlando one of his mechanics. Little shit didn’t even try to apologize about it and the girl all she did was tell Pete that he was to old and fat for her then drove off a purse full of his money and Orlando in hand. 

‘Well… at least he had some dinner to look forward to.’ Pete thought as he yanked open his front door. However when the large cranky man entered his home instead of being greeted by the smell of his favorite dinner cooking in the oven all he was greeted with was the sight of two cold leaky subs on the kitchen table.

“Dammed lazy brat.’ Pete huffed. “After all the fin parent-inating I give that boy, he has the gall to not have hot food ready for his everlove‘in dad.” Wanting to find and punish his wayward son Pete made his way over to the stairway. As he began climbing he looked down and noticed a small slip of paper with woman’s lipstick on it. “This from Candy?” Picking it up Pete began to read it, the words written on it oddly familiar to him. 

“Lou’s?” Pete asked himself. “…Hey now wasn’t that the place where Peg got all her viba-inators?” Thinking about it harder he was sure that was the name of the place. But why was there a receipt here. His bitch of an ex-wife had never been in his new house let alone any of her things. 

Suddenly a thought hit him, did… did his son buy something from that smut shop. ‘That must be it!’ Actually giggling to himself he said. “Well I’ll be! The boy’s finally grown a pair and bought himself jack off material.” Pete just had to see this. Prefect blackmail to keep the boy submissive. 

Being as quiet as his large frame would allow Pete made his way up to his sons room and tried to open he door. Surprisingly it had been locked. “Guess the boy didn’t wanna be disturbed when he were mastera-bi-nating.” Fortunately a closed door wasn’t going to stop him. Chuckling he took out a key and easily unlocked the door pushing it open slowly. “Now let‘s see what yer up to son.” 

When the older man opened the door what he saw was not what he had expected. There was his only son kneeling in front of the his small TV watching two fat old men having sex. The chubby boy was naked from the waist down only wearing a thin tee-shirt as he moaned and watched the flickering images. But this sight wasn’t what made Pete stop and stare. What really shocked Pete was what his son had between his legs suction cupped to the floor ‘A dildo!?’. 

The older man continued to watch for a few moments as his oblivious son raised and fell on the toy causing it to sink with a squish into his backside and then back out again. His stunned senses coming back to him Pete growled in boiling rage and before he knew it he was yelling. “JUST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE BOY!”

Pj gasped as the sound of his fathers voice filled the room. “D…D…DAD!” the shock caused the Pj to loose his balance and fall onto his back with a thud the fake cock he had been using wobbling back and forth as he did. 

“Yes d…d…dad.”  Pete said cruelly mimicking his son. “Is this what you do when your alone!? Get all queer and fuck yourself with-” Pete stormed over to his son and ripped the dildo from it’s place on the floor. “-this dammed here dick!” he threw the toy at his son it hitting the wall behind him and adhering itself to it. “I can‘t believe my own son is one of those dammed hoe-me-sek-you-alls!”

“I…I…I” Pj began stuttering.

(I remember thinking at the time. “I knew this would happen, I knew it! Why the heck did I have to go and buy those things!’ in between bouts of fear I tried to think of any possible way I could get out of this. But no matter how I looked at it I had been caught and for once in my life I wasn’t going to allow my dad to ruin something I enjoyed. I realized after watching that dirty movie that I gay and for once I felt really good about myself.”)

With sudden indignation running through his person Pj stood strait up surprising his dad once again and looked the older man right in the eye. “Yes sir and I’m gay! And I’m not going to deny it!!” 

Pete was dumbstruck for a second. Had his son just talked back to him? But it soon evaporated and was replaced by anger. Almost growling he said. “So you’re a sissy then huh?” 

Pj let out a little eep in response but nodded. “Y-yes sir.”

“Well let me show you what being a sissy is like then boy.” Pete reached forward and grabbed his son by his hair forcing the younger man down to his knees. “Going to show you it ain’t easy being a queer.”

“DAD WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Pj said panicking. He got his obvious answer when his dad unzipped his pants and he was presented with his fathers growing erection. The young dog had to hold in his gasp when he saw the size of the behemoth his dad had. It had to be nearly twice the size of the dildo Pj had gotten and had a bright red head which was beginning to drip a little with pre. 

“Open wide you little bitch!” Pete sneered. “If you like dick so much then open your mouth and fuckin’ take it!” he japed is manhood at his boys face.

“Dad please don’t do this!” Pj implored the angry older man. But as his face was prodded by that thick cock his lust began to blind him. Finally Pj gave into his need, better to do this and get his father to leave him alone then to risk something worst. Taking a deep breath the younger man opened his mouth and swallowed his fathers cock. Nursing on the large member best he could despite it’s girth. 

The older man‘s eyes widened seeing his son swallow his pud. “Dam it boy didn’t think you’d actually do it.” Pete remarked.

‘Neither did I.’ Pj thought. The taste of his fathers leaking penis was strange but oddly pleasing. The trinity of flavors sweat, piss and precum was starting to make his mouth water. Wanting to taste more he began to take that pillar of hot flesh deeper into his mouth sucking on it with all his might. 

When he felt his fat son deepthroat his meat harder Pete almost lost his control. “Little shit you do like this don’t you.” he said gasping. This had to be the best blowjob he had been given in a long time. All those pretty girls he had brought home had refused to do this or if they did agree were done after a few minutes.  

Curious as to how far he could take this until his son came to his senses and more then a little bit blue balled from his girlfriend leaving. Pete took a hold of the back of his sons head and began thrusting as hard as he could into his boys mouth. He had thought that making his son gag on the meat would discourage him but Pj only seemed to go into a trance and close his eyes letting his dad force him on the thick member in his mouth. 

“Yeah, yeah real dick hound aren’t you?” Pete taunted. “You fat little fairy.” 

“Esh ir!” Pj said his mouth full. He knew that he should be disgusted by what he was doing. Sucking his dads dick was sick and wrong. But he couldn’t help himself all those times he had listened to his father have sex with his girlfriends, all those nights wishing that he could be them. Being forced to please his father in any way the twisted larger man wished and now he had it! 

Wanting to pull his father closer Pj grabbed the larger man by the hips. This action finally made Pete wake-up to what they were doing and with a little reluctance he pulled Pj’s hair pulling that sucking mouth away from his member. “Fucks sake boy what the hell is wrong with you.” He growled. His son was actually trying to get him to cum in his mouth.

“I… I‘m sorry sir I… couldn‘t help myself..” Pj said dejectedly. He needed to have more of his dads cock. The younger man looked at the still hard and dripping organ attached to his father. “It just that your so-” A sudden cry of passion from the tv in the room interrupted the rest of what Pj was about to say. Both men turning to the source observed as a young rabbit was rolled over onto his back and mounted by an middle-aged water buffalo. The younger moaning as he was fucked passionately by the older mans large cock.

“That’s what you want isn’t it boy.” Pete asked loudly. He leaned over and ripped the dildo from the wall. “Isn’t it?!” He shook the rubber toy at his son. “You were in here fuckin’ yerself with this here dildo thinkin’ of yer dear ol’ dad doin’ you, weren’t ya?”

Pj couldn’t answer. Giving his dad oral was one thing but saying what he really wanted to do was another. He just couldn’t say it even if he did want it. “Well sir you see I…”

“Shut up boy!!” Pete hollered stopping his the other mans rambling. He didn’t care what the younger dog had to say his attention was still on what was happening on the screen. A part of what he was seeing sickened him. To think his son wanted to take it up the ass. Another part, the horny and after today frustrated part was actually being turned on by it and after having his brat suck his dick… Shrugging his shoulders Pete turned back to his son. “Might as well go the whole nine yards.“ He gave Pj a sadistic grin. “bend over boy.“

“W…what!?“ Pj said. He couldn’t have heard him right.

“I SAID FACE DOWN, ASS UP QUEER!!“ Pete roared.

Yelping from the rage in his fathers voice Pj instantly got to his feet and jumped onto his bed. He got onto all fours and lifted his backside, presenting his ass to the older man‘s eyes. “Like this sir.”

“Yeah like that boy.” Pete unbuckled his pants letting them fall down around his ankles. Stepping up to his son he placed both his hands on the large cheeks being offered to him. “Shit son you got a fat ass. Bet you could show a whole platoon of sailors a good time if they was desperate enough.”

Pj could feel his face flush his dad was talking to him like a whore. “I suppose sir.”

A sharp slap to his backside made Pj stop talking. “Who the hell said you could talk!” Pete hollered. “Now bite the pillow sissy, daddies goin’ ta give you what ya been dreamin’ of fer years I reckon.” The angry older man drew his hips back then thrust forward his cock sinking right into his sons chute the boys earlier play lubing and opening him enough for the penetration. Despite the looseness though the tunnel was still tight enough to make Pete hiss trying to control himself as his dick was sheathed in that wet warmness. He had done a few women in the can before but somehow this felt better. 

At being entered Pj let his head rest against his bed and moaned out a weak. “Oh, sir.” as he was stretched. The feel of a heard pillar of flesh invading his body was better then he could have ever imagined.

Not caring if Pj was enjoying this or not Pete began to move drawing back a little bit then plunging back into his sons body. “Fuck sakes son didn’t know you gay boys wer so tight. Iffin I’d known, might have tried this sooner.”

“I wouldn’t have minded if you had sir.” Pj said between grunts.

“Oh is that right boy.” Pete thrust into Pj harder the bed they were using hitting the wall it was up against.

“No sir! I wouldn’t”

“You really are a queer ain’t you boy?” Pete asked his son. “Bet you’d love to just sit around the house havin’ guys come in an’ fuck yer fat ass all day long huh?”

“Yes sir.”

“Dick after dick going in and out of yer ass! Using you, pounding away and leavin’ them cheeks real red and yer hole dripping wit cum.”

“Yes sir.”

A sneer crossed Pete‘s face. “Tell me boy how’s it feel having yer ol’ dad screwin’ yer fairy ass! TELL ME!!” He demanded. Pj bit his bottom lip there was something else he wanted to say but how could he get the nerve to say it. “Well boy tell me!”

“It feels good sir!” Pj nearly sobbed. “So, so very good.” Being breeded by his father like this was so wonderful. “But please sir could you do it a little harder please sir… real hard!”

Pete slowed down “What you say sissy?” Pj remained quiet not answering his father. “I said what did you say.” each word was proceeded with a sharp thrust.

“HARDER!” the younger man shouted. “FOR GODS SAKE DAD PLEASE POUND INTO ME HARDER!”

“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do boy.” Pete said in mocking voice. “I’ll fuck you-” He placed both his hands on Pj’s hips clutching at them almost painfully. “-however I want!” saying that Pete began to pound away at his sons hole fucking him with every bit of strength he had not caring about how much it might of hurt or any bruises it may when they were done.

As the pair copulated the room filled with the sounds of their combined moans and grunts and the bed they were using slammed against the wall causing an awful racket. But none of that mattered to Pj all he could feel and think about was his fathers thick shaft going in and out of his used and abused hole. The way it nearly split him apart from the force and girth made him dizzy and the way his dad clutched at his sides and leaned over his body made him cry for more.

With his big hairy belly coming into contact with Pj’s back. Pete leaned over to his sons ear and began to whisper. “Bet this here is the best thing you ever felt ain’t it bitch. Lettin’ me fuck yer queer ass like this. Bet this is the best lay you ever had?”

“Yes it is sir it’s the first I ever had!”

“Oh, is that right?” Pete laughed. “Well I guess I can believe it yer pretty tight fer a slut. What‘s it like to know I was the first one in this big fat ass of yers?”

Pj couldn’t answer the feeling of being fucked alongside the dirty words and hot breath in his ear was to much. Then to top it all off suddenly his father hit just the right angle and Pj fell over the edge coming into the bedspread beneath him while calling out to the older man desperately.

“Did you just nut boy!” Pete said surprised. He reached beneath his son his fingers instantly being coated with the younger mans seed when he did. “Cripes you did!” he laughed. “Well fair is fair I’m going ta cum to right into yer butt then. Give you somethin’ ta remember this by.” Being a man of his word it didn’t take Pete long after that. He ramped up his strokes making it even nosier and causing Pj to scream and beg for more. After a few good strokes he came hard, growling through gritted teeth as his whole body shook from the force of his orgasm. 

The act over and the cloud of lust fading Pete pushed his son away from him. Pj fell on his bed worn out. “Clean yerself up boy.” Pete sneered. “And I better not hear another word from you all night!”

“O-Ok sir.” Pj said with a yawn. Pete nodded pleased by the younger mans compliance. “Oh, sir…”

“What?”

“Thank you dad.”

Pete blinked a few times confused. Had his son just thanked him for plowing his chunky ass like an madman. “What ever boy go to bed!” The man went over to his pants and quickly pulled the up buckling them as he left the room. Walking across the hall to his room he thought back to what had just happened between his son and him. It was wrong that was sure but fuck… did it feel real good. He could get used to sex that good and the boy obviously liked taking it up the ass. “So why not.” he reasoned. 

The ringing of his cell phone drew Pete out of his incestuous thoughts. Taking the device out of his pocket he peered down at it seeing a familiar number on the screen. Deciding to answer he flipped it open and placed it against his ear. “Yeah what do you want woman?”

“Oh Petey-pie I’m so glad I could you picked up!” Came a sugary sweet voice. It was Candy his now ex-girlfriend. “I made a terrible mistake.

‘This is going to be good.’ Pete remarked to himself. Answering the girl on the other end of the line. “And what mistake is that Baby doll?”

“Well… going off with that bastard Orlando silly. Did you know he doesn’t even have a hot tub!” coughing she corrected herself. “Ah, I mean he’s no you Petey darling, I should have never dumped you for that bastard! How about we get back together baby and I can show you how sorry I am. And maybe afterwards we could go to that nice French restaurant, then maybe we could stop by the jewelry store, then…”

“Listen honey how about you go fuck yerself I’ve got a better offer.” That said he snapped the phone shut. ‘Why bother kissin’ up ta some broad when I can just force that slut son of mine onto his back. Boy likes a good cock up his ass and won’t make me buy him shit to get it. This has got poss-a-bill-ities.”

(As I lay there drifting off to sleep in my room my father’s seed dripping from my used hole onto. I had no idea how much more complicated my life was going to be once I awoke and how much I would welcome the whole thing and even look back on it.”)

To Be Continued……………