Early January, D’caht household 2:00 AM…

Giving a grumpy sounding grunt a very tired and sore Pete D’caht clumsily stumbled out of his old Studebaker and slowly made his way towards his home glad to see it. He was tired, his back ached, and to top it all off his wallet was considerably lighter. Fumbling with his keys and opening the front door Pete let out another string of curses as he replayed the last few hours of his life in his head. The previous day had been in, to put it in his own elegant words “a real fucker”. The throng of peon customers down at the used car lot that afternoon had made his usually quiet work day a veritable nightmare. 

They whined about his “low” prices, complained about “needed” repairs, and demanded… ugh, refunds when they had the nerve to not be satisfied. Then to make matters even worst, what should have been a relaxing night of cleaning the floor with his “friends” at a poker game had ended up with Howard Tarn winning, leaving him out nearly a grand in cash. Pete couldn’t get out of the smug bovines house fast enough, giving his other poker buddies a grumbling goodbye as he made a mental note to teach ol’ horn head a lesson next time they had one of their sessions. But that revenge was for later, right now all he wanted to do as he climbed up his stairs was get out of his tight sweat stained clothes and slip into bed to sleep off this headache of a day.

“Some days it just don’t pay ta get the hell up.” The middle aged man mumbled as he padded down the hallway and towards his room. As he reached for the doorknob to his bedroom however a soft snoring reached his pointed ears he stopped dead in his tracks. Glaring at the source of the noise, Pj’s bedroom door, Pete gave a dismissive huff and walked over to it. ‘Dam kid’ He thought to himself. “In there sleepin’ like he ain’t got a care in da world.” 

Forgetting his own tiredness Pete quietly pushed his son’s bedroom door open and peeked inside. In the slightly messy room beyond, there was his son lying on top of his bed peacefully drooling into his blankets sound asleep. The boy was laying sideways in his bed, the lower half of his plump body hanging over the edge as he slept. To Pete’s pleasant surprise he took immediate notice to the fact the Pj was only wearing an old T-shirt, his lower half left bare to his father’s greedy eyes. 

His soreness and tiredness instantly vanishing and being replaced by his usual lust, Pete licked his lips and stepped into the room nonchalantly making his way across the small space so he could have a closer look. “Brat must have fallen asleep after gettin’ fucked.” The man’s eyes roamed unabashedly over his son’s plump ass. “Wonder who “visited’ him taday.” A quick glace around the room gave him an idea who it was who had left his son like this. An old Spoonerville high football jersey with Clancy on the back lay on the floor surrounded by a mess of empty bags of chips and soda cans. “Here I am goin’ off ta work and breakin’ my back, while those two sluts lay around here fuckin’ an eatin’ junkfood all day.” Pete gave his oblivious son an evil grin and placed one of his fingers into his mouth and wetted it. “Well… if that’s how it is then it’s only right that this boy’s ever lovin’ dad gets in on some of da fun too.” 

His fingers slickened to his liking Pete began to work the lubed digit into his sons as crack, seeking out the younger man’s rear entrance. Pj still deep in sleep barely reacted to his dad’s intrusion, only giving off a small sigh as he wiggled his backside. This certainly wasn’t the response Pete wanted; he was expecting a nice girly yelp or something, something to give him a quick laugh before the main event. “Sluts so used to gettin’ fingered that he don’t even notice.” Pete frowned. “Well let’s see if he notices this!” Withdrawing his finger the large man raised his palm up high into the air then with a whip-like force he brought it back down hard, smacking Pj’s large posterior with a dull thwack that echoed throughout the room and caused his slumbering son startle awake with a loud yelp! ‘Now that’s more like it!’ He crowed.

His peaceful sleep shattered and his backside stinging, Pj woke up with an unmanly yelp and quickly rolled over onto his back, legs up lifted high into the air as he rubbed the forming sore spot on his ass. “WHAT THE…!!” The boy began. Looking downwards between his legs Pj was surprised to see his father standing there. “D-Dad!?”
 
“Yup boy it yer sweet ol’ dad.” Pete smirked. “Was you expectin’ someone else?”

Pj frowned at the older man a little upset at being woken like that. “Why’d… Why’d you hit on my butt like that!?” He asked with a pout. He hated when his dad smacked him on the backside like that, especially after what he did that day during Christmas break. 

The older man grabbed his son by the ankles and pushed them up against the boy’s chest. “The reason I smacked that chunky hide of yers was because I couldn‘t resist.” Pete stated as he lent over his son so that they were eye to eye. “Now, how ’bout you tell why you were like that in the first place? Out cold wit yer naked ass up in the air fer anyone ta see, like some sorta slut waiting fer a pounding.” 

Pj’s face went beet red hearing how his dad had found him. Had he really fallen asleep that way? The last thing he remembered was Moose saying goodbye to him after the two of them had… you know. He must have conked out as soon as the gorilla left. “I-I-I guess I just fell asleep sir.” Pj sheepishly responded. “Sorry if I offended you or something with my… Um nakedness.” 

“Why the fuck would yer naked ass offend me boy, been seeing that thing bouncing’ ‘round the house for the last six months.” Pete snickered lewdly. “Here hold yer legs up fer me son.” 

“Yes sir.” Pj took held his legs back making sure to hold them in place just like his father wanted. “Like this, sir?” 

Pete nodded. “Ya know, I was sorta thinkin’ that we should go an make this the perma-na-mint way you greet me when I get home.” The large man reached down between them and began to fiddle with something out of Pj’s sight. “You face down in yer bed, big slutty ass up in da air, …primed and ready.”

Pj gave his father a nervous chuckle, he really didn‘t like the tone in his dad‘s voice. “Primed and ready for what sir?” The husky boy received his answer when the sound of his dad’s zipper being unzipped could be heard and the blunt head of the larger man’s manhood nuzzled against his defenseless entrance.

“Why ta get yer chunky ass fucked boy!” Pete proclaimed.

Pj gave the other man a worried expression then glanced over to his alarm clock reading the time, 2:00 AM. It was way too early in the morning for this sort of thing; especially after all of the things he had done with Moose. Not to mention that he had school in the morning “Dad… can’t we do this later after school or something. I’m kinda tired after… AHHHH!” 

Pj weak protest seemingly fell on deaf ears. His dad ignoring him as usual and thrusting forward in one steady push, sheathing his manhood into Pj’s tight warmness before the younger man could even finish what he was saying. “Aw, stop yer whining bitch.” Pete huffed as he began to gyrate his hips. “You an me both know ya love getting’ yer ass fucked.”

“B-b-b-b-b-but dad!” Pj tried to say in-between thrusts. “I-I-I-I-I’m going to be too tired for school in the morning!”

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure yer up an ready fer school in the mornin’.” Pete assured the man under him. “Now stop yer yammerin’ about gettin‘ outta bed and start moanin’ like a good little boy. Dad needs ta work out his stress on yer fat ass.” 

Pj let his head fall back onto his blankets and rode out the storm of animalistic lust. Why did his dad always have to screw him over like this, literally? But what could he do? Relenting and getting into the situation Pj meekly said “Ok sir… whatever you say.”

“Dam right what I say boy!” Pete chuckled. “Ye old man knows what’s best after all!”

(You know Mr. Dairy… sometimes I wonder if there are other sons have to deal with dads who are… for lack of nicer words, as bossy as mine.  Not that I’m complaining about all the things he makes me do mind you. I‘m not bothered because I have to do a few chores and cool. But still sometimes having to deal with a dad who’s so loud, who’s so commanding, who’s so used to getting whatever he wants that he just does whatever without any concern as to how I might feel about it! Ok... Ok I sort of went off in a tangent there. What I was saying is that it can be a little tiring. At least I can say that dad can be nice from time to time and let’s not mention all the sex me and him have, which I always enjoy. It could always be worst; I could have someone like Mr. Tarn for a parent. Which from what Moose has told me about Tony’s home life makes my slightly unusual relationship with my dad look almost loving by comparison.)

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Tarn household 2:00 AM…

The front door of the Tarn homestead opened slowly, a silhouetted figure with horns silently slipping into the darkened house with an almost ninja-like stealth. Continuing their silent trek whoever it was made their way up the houses lone staircase and down the second story hallway tiptoeing the entire way. Upon reaching the end of the hallway and stopping in front of a door. The figure visibly relaxed and chuckled quietly to himself. “This is just way too easy anymore.”

Unfortunately before the boasting person could open the closed door the hallway lights suddenly turned on revealing the sneaky person to be a slightly disheveled looking Tony Tarn who let out a yelp as the corridor filled with light. “What the fuck!?” After rubbing his eyes trying to regain his vision, Tony blearily peered down the hallway and let out a groan of annoyance at the sight of his father standing at the other end in his fancy pajamas, a stern frown on his muzzle. “Dad?”

“Yes son it’s your dad.” Howard answered. The older bull gave an angry snort then approached his son eyes nearly blazing. “Were you expecting someone else to be here at this hour?”

Giving a huff Tony said. “Why the hell did you have to scare me like that?” 

Pulling the sleeve of his night shirt up and showing his son the watch on his wrist Howard gave a huff of his own. “I choose to “scare the hell out of you” because I think someone who sneaks into his house at two in the morning deserves what he gets!” He leaned forward so he and his son were eye to eye. “Now, son care to explain why you’re only now getting home?”

Tony glared at his father for a few moments. Why did the old man always have to give him a hard time? It wasn’t his fault that he was late getting back to the house. “I was over at Moose’s house studying for the trig test this Friday and we sort of lost track of time.”

“Don’t give me that sort of shit boy, we‘ve been here too many times in the last six months for me to fall for that!” The middle-aged bull responded with a mean laugh. “Now… care to try again?”

“Fine sir.” Tony rubbed the bridge of his snout in irritation. “I was out at a party.”

Howard shook his head in disappointment. “You know I have to punish you now son don’t you.” When Tony didn’t respond the older bull grabbed his son by the wrist and led the younger man into his own room. “For the next three weeks I expect to see you in this room every night, sound asleep in your bed by eight, resting up for the next day of school.”

Tony gave a whine at hearing what his punishment was, what was he a kid? Why did his dad always have to screw him over like this “Dad… can’t you just let me go this time.”

“No!” Was the simple response. “I know it seems unfair Tony, but your father knows best after all!” that said Howard Tarn closed his son’s door and locked it so the younger bull couldn’t escape till morning. ‘The boy is just lucky I’m in such a good mood after winning that money from sarge’ The older bull thought to himself as he went back to his own bedroom. ‘Would have been tougher on him if I wasn’t.’

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Spoonerville High principal’s office 4:10 PM….

irritated Tony Tarn  sat sullenly in one of the small chairs located in the waiting room of his father’s office, glaring across the way at Pj D‘caht who smiled sheepishly back at him. “You know what D’caht?” The older boy began in a slow growl. “I’m really, really beginning to hate your guts!”

Pj cringed at the hateful words slung at him. “Would it help to say I was sorry?” He asked meekly. This really isn’t the way he wanted to end his school day. In trouble, with his dad coming down to the school for another Parent/teacher meeting. Especially with the way the last one ended up. Pj had the feeling that he was in for another lusty afternoon

Responding to Pj’s apology Tony gritted his teeth and pointed to his face where a fresh black eye was still forming. “You think you can just say sorry, after you gave me this black eye Pee-gay?” He shouted

The volume of the bull’s voice caused the secretary manning the office, a persnickety poodle to halt her typing to stare at the two boys with a baleful expression. “Mr. Tarn please!” She chided. “There will be no shouting while you wait in my office. Principals son or not!” 

“Sorry ma’am.” The bull folded his arms over his chest and slouched in his chair. Lowering his voice he continued his rant. “I swear, as if my life wasn’t already in toilet because of my dad, you just had to go and make it a hundred times worst with all the crap you did to me today.” 

“But Tony the eye thing was just an accident.” Pj tried to explain. “A-a-and before I gave you that we hadn’t even spoken to each other today. How on earth could I have-”

“-I’m not just talking about what you did to my eye asstard!” Tony seethed. “I’m talking about what you’ve done to my best friends, and to the teachers. And then there’s the worst…” he stopped for a moment then whispered the last part. “Do you have any idea what I saw you doing today, you fucking queer slut you?”

Thinking of all the things he had done that day Pj began to worry. “W-what did you see me doing Tony?” he asked, afraid of the answer. 

Tony’s dropped his head looking down at his feet, hiding the slight blush forming on his face as he remembered how they had ended up in the principal’s office. “You know perfectly well what I walked in on D’caht.” He grimaced. “Ugh, that was the worst way I’ve ever had to start a day of school.”

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Spoonerville high parking lot, earlier that morning…

The sound of the first warning bell echoed through the busy parking lot of Spoonerville high the lingering students outside all giving a groan as they stopped chatting with their friends and began to march their way into the drab brick building. Tony who was seated in Moose’s car was doubly upset at the prospect of going inside and remained seated, his conversation with his father earlier making him dread having to explain to his friends why he couldn’t join them for whatever they had planned in the upcoming weeks.

Sitting next to the sullen bull, his best friend Moose Clancy munched on the last of his breakfast bar and waited for his friend to start complaining. Which giving the way the horned teen was silently steaming would be any moment now. Finally after a few more minutes of waiting Tony let out a dramatic huff and turned in his seat facing him. “You know Moose you’re one lucky bastard.”

The older boy smirked. “Don’t know if I should be offended or flattered by that horn head.” The ape joked as he threw his wrapper into the back seat. “But… please tell me why I‘m soooo lucky.”

“You get to live on your own and don’t have to put up with parents telling you what to do!” Tony punched the dashboard of the car.

“Watch it!” Moose growled checking the dash for a dent. “And for your information. I’m not lucky Tony; my dad still gets on my ass about stuff, regularly in fact.”

The gorilla’s answer earned him a nasty look. “Yeah sure, but he’s on the other side of the country.” Tony pointed out. “You could do anything you want and he’d never hear word about it. My dad’s right here in my face, barking orders, telling me what to wear, giving me a stupid, fucking curfew!” 

Instantly Moose understood why his friend was so upset. “Oh… I get it now Tone, your dad caught you sneaking in last night again didn’t he?”

“Yeah he did.” Tony responded with a sigh. “Grounded me for three weeks too, no thanks to you!”

Moose blinked in confusion. “How the heck is any of this my fault?”

“Hey… only reason I was late coming home last night was because you left the party early and weren’t there to drive me home.” Tony told him. “Ended up having to get a ride from Suzie Mullenger.”

Moose continued to stare at his friend in confusion. “Slutty Suzie” was notorious for being more than a little frisky towards the people she gave rides to after parties. In fact Moose himself had let her drive him home once or twice before he had started going to the D‘caht‘s house. “You’re complaining about her giving you a ride?” He asked. “She‘s a total knock-out!”  

“Only Knock-out part about here is when she knocked me out of was the car when I tried to get lucky.” Tony grumbled. “Said she was tired and drove off leaving me to walk the rest of the way home!” Giving the other boy a strange expression Tony asked a question. “…Where were you last night anyway.”

Moose suddenly turned his head away staring out of his window as if embarrassed. “I was sort of over fatty’s house last night getting a ride myself.” He chuckled. “Guess I’m luckier than you.”

Tony made a face that was a mixture of annoyance and nausea when he heard Moose‘s explanation. “You left me to walk seven blocks so that you could go and play hide the banana with that fucking nerd!?”

Moose laugher instantly evaporated at the tone in his friend’s voice. He was really starting to dislike it when anyone talked about his little friend that way. “Yes Tony, I was having sex with that “nerd”.” He replied through gritted teeth. “We both know he’s a good lay, not to mention a real nice guy.” 

Tony raised an unconvincing eyebrow at the gorilla’s defense of the hefty boy and was about to comment on it. But giving his response a second thought he decided that he didn’t need Moose getting mad at him and refusing to drive him to school anymore. If the quarterback wasn’t driving him, that meant his dad would be doing it and there was no way in hell he wanted to be seen being dropped off by the high school principal. 

Sighing at the tension in the air between them Moose glanced over to the school seeing the last of the other students filing inside. “Look, let’s just drop last night ok and get to class.” He opened the driver’s side door and got out of the car. “Wouldn’t want to add a detention to your grounding.” Moose joked slamming his door shut.

Tony remained seated with his arms crossed over his chest. “You go on ahead Clancy.” He told the older boy. “I think I need a few moments to whitewash that image of you and Pee-gay in bed together.”

Moose rolled his eyes but let the insult go. “Fine just lock up when you leave.” He called out walking away, “But don’t come crying to me when the hall monitors catch your ass.”

Watching as his “friend” strolled away and entered the high school, Tony began muttering angrily. What the hell was wrong with Clancy blowing him off to go and fuck D‘caht. …Sure the little fatso was good at some things but still… weren’t women better? Then again no girl had ever done to him what D’caht had done. Tony could still remember the three blowjobs Pj had given him in that dingy little hotel room while Moose and Billy each took turns fucking the fat little queer all night long. He had cum so hard as he clutched the back of the smaller man’s head as he rode out his orgasms. It wasn’t until the next day after they had gotten back onto the buss that Tony had realized what he had done and vowed to never, ever talk about what had happened again. Something which was became harder and harder as time went by, what with Billy commenting about how much fun he had had and with Moose going off to visit the fat dork every chance he got. 

‘Maybe I should find Pj again and see if he’ll… What the hell am I saying!!’ Shaking the gross thought out of his mind Tony gathered his book bag and quickly got out of Moose’s car. “You really need to find a girl to get that stuff outta of my mind Tarn.” He said beginning to heading towards the school. “Maybe try getting Rachel Gorman to reconsider going out? After all Moose isn’t going to start dating here again.”

While making his short trek across school parking the frustrated bovine noticed a nearby business van that was parked off to the side of the school building. It was strange to see that sort of vehicle in the parking lot during a school day, his dad usually being a tight ass about “unauthorized“ vehicles in his parking lot. Shrugging it off however Tony decided that it wasn’t his problem and climbed the front steps of the school about to enter. But as he did he realized that the van had begun to gently rock back and forth, soft moaning filtering out of the back and into the quiet of the empty parking lot. Instantly understanding what might be happening inside from his own experience a smile spread across Tony’s muzzle. “Looks like someone is having a little fun in the parking lot.” He chuckled dirtily. “Wonder who it is?” 

Deciding to play the part of a voyeur, Tony quietly made his way to the back of the van and hesitantly peeked into the rear windshield hoping to get a little show. Maybe it was one of the cheerleaders and one of his buddies. What he saw inside though was the last thing he had ever wanted to see again. Right there in the back of the van, a very nude and sweaty Pj D’caht was down on all fours, his whole body jiggling as a rather large gator, with a physique that put his own to shame ruthlessly pounded into the compliant boy.

For a few stunned moments Tony stared dumbly at the scene transfixed by the sight of the two of them. Was the nerd really taking this guy’s dick up his ass? How the hell was he able to walk after getting fucked by that monster between the reptile’s legs? 

Meanwhile inside, Pj obvious the audience to his and his partners rutting, moaned and cried out as he was pounded into. “Bubba! Oh god Bubba this feels so good…” The chubby boy panted as he was ridden by the gator. “B-but… *oh man!* …but I’m going to be late if we doing this for much longer.”

Bubba gave the smaller man one of his toothy grins and tightened his grip on the cat’s hips adjusting his aim again. When Pj let out a mewling groan he answered his concerns. “Don’t you worry cher… *fuck yeah!* …Ol’ Bubba’s gonna be comin’ in just a few more strokes.” He informed. “So you jus relax yourself and let this gator finish giving you a thrill, ’kay?”

Pj rested his head on his forearms and moaned an “O-o-o-o-ok.” Spreading his thighs a much as he could so the gator could have full reign over him. Which is what the older man gladly did, fucking him with long deep strokes which seemed to hit just the right spot over and over again. Making him howl as his body convulsed in utter pleasure.

Back outside of the van Tony finally regained his senses and turned away from the pair, just seconds before the sounds of the two men cumming rang out. “Fuck… that little dork has got to be the biggest slut I’ve ever seen and that’s saying something.” He said quietly. Having sex right there in the school parking lot. “I…I’ve got to get outta here before I’m late.” 

Leaving the rocking van as fast as he could Tony continued making his way to the school building. Trying his best to forget about the sight he had just seen as he made his way inside. The whole thing had to have been the grossest thing he had ever seen in his life. But strangely… he had actually started getting hard watching. And that fact alone was both embarrassing and highly confusing to him. Did he actually find that sort of sex interesting? Did he actually want a repeat of what D’caht did to him during the away game?

Shaking his head because of where his mind was going again Tony let out a slow breath. “What the hell is wrong with me?” He asked himself again.

“What’s wrong with you Mr. Tarn is that you’re late for my class.“ A voice called out to the teenager. “Something’s that’s become a habit as of late.” Tony couldn’t help but flinch at hearing the familiar voice and at glancing ahead of himself he cringed seeing Mr. Brown standing in the hallway. 

Tony gave the bear an annoyed grunt, he had only been late a few times that week. Besides it wasn’t like his class was anything important, just boring history which was nothing special in his opinion. But deciding to avoid a conflict he lowered his head and acted as if he were sorry. “Guess I didn’t hear the bell ring.” He told the other man. “It won’t happen again… I promise.” 

Tony tried to move pass his ursine teacher but the rotund man’s hand landed on his arm making him stop. “I’m sure it won’t Anthony but I’m afraid I just can’t let you off the proverbial hook this time.” Mr. Brown told him. “You see your father has made it quite clear that any infraction upon the rules on your part is to be reported to him post haste.”

After translating what the stuffy man just said to him in his mind, Tony’s mood instantly dropped. The realization that his dad had ordered the entire school faculty to watch him during school hours coming to him. “Come on Mr. Brown can’t you just let me go and forget about all this?” Tony pleaded

Mr. Brown gave the boy a sympathetic look back, but remained firm. “I would love to my boy; however you know how your father can be. And well… I quite like my job here.” He gave a sigh. “I expect you to go straight to his office and take your punishment like an adult”

Tony pulled his arm away and made a pout. “Fine, I’ll get right on it sir. Now can I leave or is there something else I‘ve done wrong?” 

Mr. Brown opened his mouth to answer the other man’s rude question but snapped it shut again when he saw someone rushing down that hallway towards them. Grinning when he realized who it was he called out to them. “Ahh, Peter good morning! You’re looking quite dapper today.”

Peering over his shoulder Tony saw Pj approaching them, clothing slightly out of place and face red from exertion. ‘Heh, at least I won’t be the only one getting in trouble today.’ He thought gleefully. 

Stopping with a skid in front of the pair, Pj panted and gave his teacher a shaky smile. “I’m so, so, so, soooo sorry I’m late Mr. Brown!”

Mr. Brown passed Tony to pat Pj on the shoulder. “Don’t give it a second thought Peter; I understand that there are some “things” that conspire to keep you from being on time as of late.” He gave the other man a meaningful look. “Just try to be on time next time ok?”

Pj gave a respectful bow and said a thank you before continuing on his way down the hall, Mr. Brown following close behind him afterwards. Glaring at the retreating backs of the two men the only thing Tony could think of as he stood there, was how the hell did “Pee-gay” just get away with that?
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Principal’s office, Present….

Pj gave Tony an awkward laugh as he finished telling him about this morning. He had been shocked to hear that the older boy had seen him and Bubba in the back of his dads company’s van. He knew it was a mistake to ask the Gator to give him a ride, but what else could he have done? Both his dad and Moose said they couldn’t do it leaving Bubba his only choice. “Guess I should have paid more attention to what was going on around us.” He muttered.

“Dam right you should of!” Tony huffed. “Do you realize how traumatizing it was for me to see that?”

“Um… Very.”

“Yes very!” Tony gave the other boy a withering look. “But that wasn’t the only time I had to see your naked ass today. No, you just had to have a little nooner in the locker room didn’t you.”

Pj covered both his face with his hands in mortification. “You-you saw that?” 

“Yeah I did…” The other boy said with a sneer. “Unfortunately” 
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Spoonerville High, Lunchtime….

Slamming his locker door shut with a much force as he could, Tony cursed to himself in the empty hallway. His dad had just finished chewing his ass off for a whole three hours, making him miss not only gym class, but half of lunch. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t heard all of the same stuff before. “When are you going to grow up Tony?”, “Why can’t you be more like your cousins? They’re on the honor roll at their schools and they have prefect attendance.”, “What would you grandfather the pastor say if he knew his grandson was out all night partying?”. Nothing but the same old rigmarole over and over, all of which Tony had learned to tune out years ago. The only thing the scolding did seem to accomplish was making the younger man wish there was a way to shut his old man up so he wouldn’t have to listen to it anymore. But there was no way that could happen.

“Well at least I can get some food in my stomach.” The perturbed bovine reasoned. He reached into his back pocket hoping for his wallet only to be disappointed when he found it missing. “Dam… must have left it in the locker room after practice yesterday.” He muttered. Racing through the halls and to his destination, Tony was perturbed to find that that the doors wouldn‘t open. Mr. Macalla was in the habit of locking the doors during lunchtime ever since he and a few of the guys from the team had played a few practical jokes on Mr. Wren, replacing his shampoo with blue hair dye. It had been really funny seeing the orangutan bright blue but it had made Mr. Macalla a little angry.

Luckily for Tony one locked door wasn‘t going to keep him from getting his lunch. Nope he had an ace up his sleeve, the locker rooms spare key which he had liberated one day from his gym teachers desk when the koala wasn‘t looking. Having that sweet little thing in his possession had been a godsend, sneaking in girls for after hours to show them how to “play football”.

Grinning at the memory of those nights Tony unlocked the door and slipped into the empty room going over to his locker and quickly getting his wallet. His cash in hand the horned boy searched around the locker room absently and for the first time saw that the water was running in the showers. “Who the heck would be taking a shower during lunch?” He wondered scratching his head. The last gym class had let out a while ago.

Deciding the only way to find out was to look; Tony went over and leaned inside. Maybe he could scare the person for a quick laugh. When the curious young man did look inside though he nearly let out a gasp of shock and slip on the soapy floor. Yet again, there was Pj D’caht in the throes of passion, moaning like a whore. But this time instead of that gator guy, he had both Moose and Billy with him. The three of them seemingly having the time of their lives as they had sex under the warm spray of the showerheads. 

Tony didn’t know  how to react as he wordlessly watched as Billy easily held Pj up off the ground with his great strength, the younger boy facing away from his partner, his hard and fully erect cock bobbing up and down as the buffalo thrusted upwards gleefully, fucking him with great vigor and abandon. “Humm… you’re really tight.” Billy grunted out. “Best fuck ever… um today that is!”

Pj let out a particularly loud cry, the other man hit a sweet spot and rested his head against Billy’s shoulder. “T-thanks I guess… *ahh!* …glad you’re enjoying this.”

Standing next to the two stroking his own erection, Moose grinned as he watched one of his best friends have fun with their mutual sex buddy. He really liked seeing Pj’s face as he was fucked; it always aroused him to no end to know the chubby boy was enjoying himself. The only thing he didn‘t like was that Billy was going a little too fast, they needed to enjoy themselves. “Hey shaggy, slow down a little bit won’t you? We’ve got the entire lunch hour to fool around after all.” 

Billy slowed down and peered over the chubby boys shoulder. “You really want me to slow down Pj?” He asked in his slow molasses drawl. 

Pj shook in response and began bouncing trying to get the other man to continue his previous pace. “There’s no way in heck that I want you to slow down, it feels way too good!” The buffalo took this as encouragement and resumed his previous speed.

“You are such a big slut fatty.” Moose chuckled fondly. “Guess I can always go slower when it’s my turn.” giving Pj a wink he got down on his knees in front of the pair and took hold of Pj‘s bouncing erection. “I hope this little fuckfest makes up for me not being able to give you a ride this morning.” He said looking up to Pj. When Pj gasped out an “ok” the ape lowered his head and took the other boy down to the root in one gulp causing the man above him to almost squeal.

“Heh-heh he’s getting tighter!” Billy observed as he thrust upwards. “Suck on ‘im harder Moose, make him squeeze me more!”

“Yeah please Moose suck harder!” Pj seconded.

Moose rolled his eyes. ‘Yup nothing but a big slut. But he’s a cute one.’

Tony beginning to feel the stirrings of an unwanted erection forming, quickly left the three naked boys and marched his way back into the locker room. ‘Apologize for not giving him a ride?’ The bull thought bitterly as he walked. ‘Never apologized to me for leaving me stranded last night. N-not that I want him to thank me that way. But still, how dare that stupid ape treat the unpopular sack of wuss better than me!’ Angry thoughts clouding his mind Tony failed to see a towel clad Mr. Macalla coming out of his office until he bumped right into the diminutive man, sending the small bear stumbling backwards onto his gray furred butt.

“What the fuck… Tarn!?” Mr. Macalla was quick to get back on his feet and right into Tony‘s face. Grabbing the younger man by the shirt and pulling him down to his eye level. “How the hell did you get in here? I locked the door after I let Clancy in.”

Tony tried to answer but the koala shook him causing the key he had used to break into the locker room to fall out of his pocket and onto the floor. Seeing the key Mr. Macalla’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What exactly do we have here?” He picked up the key and examined it. “Oi this here’s that key that went missing from my office last month in’it?”

Tony made an indignant noise at being caught. This he really didn’t need right now, especially since his dad was riding him so hard that day. “Listen Mr. Macalla I can explain this… really.” The younger man began trying to weasel his way out of trouble.

“And I’m sure you will Tarn, to your father.” Mr. Macalla let the taller man go and gave him a stern looking stare. “Go right to his office right this second understand.” 

Tony mumbled an irritated yes sir and slumped down onto one of the benches as the bear pulled off the towel around his waist and padded naked into the showers. Listening Tony was even more displeased to hear the Koala laugh happily once inside and let out a catcall. “Now, now, now what is it we have here? You boys start a party and forget to invite me?”

There were three gasps alongside three “Mr. Macallas!”

“Don’t stop on my account boys; just promise me sloppy thirds when you’ve had your fun?” There was another laugh. “That is if Mr. D’caht feels up to it.”

“I…I think I could go a third time sir if you really want to.” Pj’s shy answer came.

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Present…

The opening of the waiting rooms door made Tony stop his story again. Both boys peering over to the rooms entrance just as Pj’s father came in. “Where da hell is that no good son’o’mine?“ He asked angrily lit stogie hanging from his scowling mouth.

Pj hesitantly lifted his hand and answered. “Um… I’m over here sir.” 

Pete shifted his vision to where his son sat. “There ya are you little brat.” He took a deep puff of his cigar exhaling the smoke slowly from his nose. “What the hell did you do this time boy? And it better be good fer me ta have my drag my ass down here on a weekday.” 

Pj tried to answer his father but was interrupted when the secretary got out of her seat and walked across the room coming to a stop in front of his father. “Mr. D’caht this is a no smoking zone. Please put that smelly thing out immediately.”

Pete raised an eyebrow at the woman’s demand then took another long drag on his cigar. “Listen lady why don’t you take a powder, I‘m trying to get some information here.” He rudely told her. When the woman stood her ground making the large man gave a huff and put his cigar out against a nearby wall. “Happy now sweet-cheeks?” 

The woman’s eyes narrowed at the nickname but she remained quiet going over to her desk and hitting the call button on the intercom on her desk. “Mr. Tarn… Mr. D’caht’s father is here, should I send him in?”

There was a deep sigh over the small device. “…Ok Ms. Barret send him in.” Mr. Tarn replied.

“Very good sir.” She responded. “Oh… and I’ll be leaving now as well if that‘s alright, I think I‘ve had my fill of work today.” She shut off the small device before her boss could answer and lifted her nose at Pete as she made her way out of the waiting area.

Pete gave a small chuckle as he watched the woman leave. “Reminds me of your mother.” He whispered to Pj before he went over to Mr. Tarn’s door and entered the bull’s office.

“Your dad’s kind of a jerk too, huh D’caht?” Tony asked once the older man was gone. He had met the older man before but he hadn’t really paid attention to how he acted.

“He can be a little bit… too much sometimes” Pj admitted. “But I’m used to it so it doesn’t bother me much.”

“Same way with my dad too.” Tony laughed. The two boys smiled at each other for a brief moment before the muscular man returned to scowling. The realization that he was beginning to relate to the other boy suddenly coming to him. “Knock it off ya dork!” He growled. “Trying to get under my skin!”

Pj let his own smile drop, why did Tony have to always be so mean to him. It wasn‘t like he had been expecting them to be friends, but still… after what they did. “I wasn’t trying to get under your skin Tony, honest.”

“Yes you were! That’s exactly what you do start with all the smiling and friendly shit, then next thing you know you‘ve talked someone into giving plowing you.” Tony stood up. “That’s what you did to Moose. I mean why else would he consider… consider doing what he was going to do!”

“What was Moose considering doing?” Pj asked.

Tony flopped back down in his seat. “Let that stupid gorilla tell you himself.” He said angrily. “Cause there’s no way in hell I’m going to repeat what he said.”
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Spoonerville High halls, Just after school …

Tony grumbled as he made his way down the hall, other students jumping out of his way as he passed them to afraid to be the subject of the bulls ire. The reason for Tony’s attitude was because of yet another visit with his father which had led to even more grounding as well as four months of detention tacked on for good measure. What the hell was up with today? If he wasn’t being yelled at by his pain in the ass father he was walking in on Pee-gay getting his ass screwed. 

All he wanted to do now was get school over with so that he could go home and rot in his room until tomorrow morning. However it seemed that the fates were against him because just as he rounded a corner both Moose and Billy walked up to him cheery looks on both their faces. “Hey Tone how’s it hanging.” Moose asked with a small laugh

“Heh-heh hanging?”  Billy’s voice chimed in.

Tony gave his two so-called friends a look which would kill and pushed past the pair. “They’re hanging just fine guys, now get outta my way.” He really, really didn’t wasn’t to talk to them right now. 

Unfortunately he wasn’t able to get too far because Moose stepped in front of him, the ape giving him a confused and slightly angry look. “What the fucks gotten up your ass Tarn?” The ape asked him. “I mean you’re in a bad mood most of the time but… you seem even more douchey today.”

That was the last straw for Tony. He was sick and tired of having to put up with things today. “Funny you picked those exact words Clancy, I mean you’re an expert about putting things up peoples ass aren’t you?”

Moose gave his friend a dirty look and lowered his voice. “Watch it horn-head people are going to hear you.”

“So what if they do?” Tony shot back at his friend. “It’s not like your trying to hide anything anymore.” He reasoned. “Having gay sex right there in the showers.”

“So you were the one who Mr. Macalla saw in the locker room.” Said Moose. The koala had said he had just busted someone before he joined them. Of course he didn’t tell that that said person had been watching them.

“Yeah that was me and I can’t say I’m happy that it was.” Tony pushed the ape away. “What the fuck is wrong with you anymore? Use to be Moose “The Brick Wall Clancy” would be sneaking in cheerleaders to have some noon time fun with. But now you’re sneaking in Pee-gay instead?”

Moose shrugged. “What can I say the little fatty’s more fun to fuck around with Tony. Isn’t that right Billy?” 

The dimwitted boy shook his head yes to his friends question messy hair bouncing as he did. “Yeah its real fun, a-an Pj don’t mind letting us doing it one bit.”

“You see? Another reason Pj’s the better choice in my opinion.” Moose gave his friend a slightly guarded expression. “In fact… I was sorta thinking about ya’know going to a movie or something with him.”

Tony nearly dropped his book bag hearing that. “You… want to start dating that queer now?” He asked slowly. 

Moose bit his bottom lip. True he had been thinking about asking Pj out for quite some time now, but this was the first time he had really thought of it as dating. Reluctantly the older admitted “Yeah… he’s a really nice guy and well…”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!” Tony shouted. Several of the other students in the hallway stopped what they were doing and turned to the three jocks. “You’re going to ruin your reputation not to mention mine and Billy’s by association because you want to go and ask out that-”

“-Shut it Tony!” Moose interrupted before he said too much. He glanced around him noticing the gathering crowd then leaned closer whispering his reply. “And yes I‘m thinking about asking him out… what do you care? This is my last year at this school not to mention yours too.”

Billy quietly observing his two friends fight, nervously shifted his attention from Moose to Tony and back again. He really hated it when the two fought like this and from the looks on their faces and their rising fists this was going to turn really ugly really quick. “Come on guys stop fighting!” The buffalo pleaded. “We’ll get in trouble if you do.”

The pair continued to stare at each other for several agonizing moments before Tony spun around and started to walk away. “You know what, forget you banana breath.” He said over his shoulder. “I’ve had enough of this.” waving them off the bull left pushing a few spectators out of his way as he did.

Moose watched the other man leave, his angry slowly being replaced with worry. The horned boy might have been an asshole sometimes but still… they had been friends for four years. When an equally worried Billy patted him on the shoulder trying to comfort him, Moose gave him a friendly smile for his efforts. “Don’t worry Billy; he’ll come back once he cools off.” The gorilla told him not completely believing his own words. “Just like he always does.” 

The Bull on the other hand had no plans on talking to his friends again. The only thing on his mind was how “messed up” his life had become in the last twenty-four hours. A grounding from his dad, weeks and weeks of detention, and now his best friend was going to destroy his popularity at school all because of Pee-gay. Right then and there he decided that he was going to fix that last thing right away. He was going to go find D’caht and teach him a lesson about ruining his senior year. ‘But where the hell would that pasty little fucker be?’ He wondered. After a few moments of thinking he guessed the best place to start looking was Mr. Brown’s class. He, Moose, and Billy had jumped him there a few times after school during the good old days. 

Reaching the bears classroom door Tony took a glance within the room and for the third time that day was greeted by the sight of Pj naked, a very blissed out and nude Mr. Brown laying peacefully on his desk covered in sweat and cum. Tony watched as the two men inside the room talked for a few moments Pj acting shy as he quickly put on his clothing.

“For the love of… doesn’t this guy ever take a break?” He huffed facing away from the doorway. How was this guy doing this? Getting teachers, his friends, and if the van incident was any clue random guys to sleep with him? And what made him even madder was the thought that it had worked on him too. The second that fatso came out of the classroom he was going to give it to him and give to him hard. And he was about to turn back around to do just that when much to his surprise the door behind him suddenly flew open and smacked him right in the back. Sending the surprised bull stumbling forward with a loud yelp which turned into a groan of pain when he came into contact with the row of lockers on the opposite side of the hallway. The angry teens eye getting bruised on an open locker door in the process. 

Lying on the floor in the aftermath Tony peered up, stars in his vision as a worried looking Pj stared back down at him. “Oh my god! Tony are you alright?” The chubby boy asked worriedly. “It was an accident honest, I’m so sorry!” He tried to help the taller man up but his hands were smacked away. 

“Keep your hands off of me D’caht.” Tony said staggering to his feet. The bovine teen touched his forming black eye hissing in pain when he did. “You’re so going to pay for that D’caht!” Tony grabbed Pj by the front of his shirt and pulled his fist back reading to hit him. “Hope you want a black eye too.”

Tony was unable to make good on his threat however, because a hand grabbed his arm just as he was about to strike pulling it back roughly. Looking behind himself the bruised teen saw that Mr. Wren was the one who had stopped him, his usually goofy looking features replaced with a serious frown. “There will be no fighting on school grounds!” The ape declared. He let go of the larger man and stepped between him and Pj.

Pj not wanting Tony to get into trouble because of him quickly tried to defuse the situation. “We weren’t fighting Mr. Wren.” He began. “I… We… we were just talking is all and-”

Mr. Wren raised a hand. “I don’t want to hear it boys. Both of you go see Mr. Tarn immediately and there will be no talk against it.” Both Pj and Tony tried to explain again but the orangutan stood his ground and pointed down the hallway towards the principal’s office. “Now boys!” He demanded.

There were twin “yes sirs” alongside the sounds of four feet shuffling towards the principal’s office. Leaning over to the shorter man as they traveled Tony whispered another threat. “You know when this is all over D’caht, your ass is mine. And I don‘t mean the way someone usually gets your ass.” 

Pj blushed at the bull’s remark about his sex life then gave a gulp out of fear. “I know Tony, I know.” 
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Principal’s Office, present….

Tony gave a deep sigh as he finished the last of his story, making sure to leave out the part about Moose wanting to date the nerd. No way was he going to repeat that, not in a million years. Telling Pj why he was upset with him had actually felt really good, almost therapeutic in a way. But that still didn’t change anything about what he was going to do to him once the meeting was over. Not after the all the groundings and the images of the chubby boy naked, which were now permanently singed into his mind. ‘As soon as dad lets us out of here, fat boy is going to end up with two black eyes to my one.’ He thought darkly.

Across from the bull Pj sheepishly avoided Tony’s eyes and peered down at his feet. “Wow… Tony you really had a hard day didn‘t you.” He said quietly. “Wish there was something I could say to make it better.” he gazed up and gave Tony a weak grin.

“I already told you, I don’t care.” Tony reminded him. “All I care about is getting even now.”

The pair sat in silence after that until Tony drew his attention towards the closed principal’s office door and suddenly got an idea better than kicking the crap out of Pj. “You know what D’caht.” Giving the heavier boy an evil smirk the bull got to his feet and strode over to his father’s door. “How about I go and tell our dads what sort of stuff you’ve been up to lately?” When Pj’s only response was to turn red and sputter a response, Tony knew he had him. What better way to get even for getting him in trouble? Ruin Pee-gay’s life by telling their dad’s just what he was doing during school hours. ‘Hell they might even get so upset that they forget about me.’

Seeing what Tony was about to do Pj shot up from his seat. He had an inkling what his dad and Mr. Tarn were really doing inside of the office and it wasn‘t talking. “Wait Tony don’t!” He cried out. But the other boy was too fast and pushed open the door before Pj could reach him  

When he threw open the door to his father’s office the first thing Tony became aware of was the smell that hit his nose. Cigar smoke, whiskey and sex. The second thing were the sounds of grunting and wet lips smacking obscenely, and finally third was the sight of his father on his knees buck naked, head buried in Mr. D’caht’s crotch as he nosily suckled on the larger man’s erect penis.

It took a few seconds of stunned silence before Tony’s brain fully realized what was going on and when he did he let out a loud gasp and began to yell, drawing both men’s attention. “What the fuck is going on here!” the young man shouted, both hands waving in the air frantically. 

At the sound of his son’s voice Howard let out a horrified gasp of his own, Pete’s member slipping from his mouth with an audible pop as he fell back onto his ass. “Oh god… Tony!” He said starting to panic. The older bull’s eyes shifted to his son then to Pete’s bobbing cock then back again. “This… this isn’t what it looks like!”

Tony made an unconvinced sound. “Then what the hell is going on here dad? Cause it looks like your giving this guy head!” 

The older man stared down at the floor not sure what to tell his son. He had been caught plain and simple and there was no way around it. “I was… I was… dam.” Howard tried to explain lamely.

Pete watched uninterested at the father and son melodrama before him. He really didn‘t care about the fact that Howard’s son had caught them fooling around. The only thing on his mind was the premature end to his blow job, something which just wouldn‘t stand in his opinion. Grabbing older bull by a horn Pete pulled him back towards his crotch. “Hey who said you could stop givin’ me head Howie boy?” He asked. “Get yer fuckin’ mouth back on my pud!” 

Mr. Tarn tried to resist the horny man’s demanding pull his scared eyes remaining on his son. “But Sarge…” He protested. “I…I can’t do it in front of my son!”

Pete ignored the whining and jabbed his cock back down his buddy’s opened mouth. “I don’t give a fuck if the merry ol’ queen of eng-e-land is watchin‘!” He growled. “You’ll keep a’ suckin’ till I get off understand.” 

Mr. Tarn gazed warily to the larger man, he knew there was no way he could disobey his sergeant. The last time he had, Pete had given it to him so hard that he wasn’t able to sit down for two days. And while that had been pleasurable it had led to a lot of awkward questions from his faculty not to mention from his wife. “Yes sir.” Howard said opening his mouth and resuming his previous activity.

Pete leaned back in his seat and took his cigar out of his mouth flicking some of the ashes onto the floor as his bitch began to slurp on his member again with gusto. “Good boy.“ He remarked. “The brat was bound to find out ‘bout this sooner or later anywho.” The older D’caht turned to Tony and Pj, enjoying the fact that the younger bull’s eyes were glued on what his father was doing. “Shut the dammed door son yer letting the stink out.” He commanded.”

Pj mumbled a week sounding yes sir and shut the door, making sure to lock it. ‘No need to have anyone else see what’s going to happen.’ He thought almost grimly. 

Once the door was shut Pete snapped his fingers getting Tony‘s attention. “So what do you think bully?” Pete asked smugly. “Don’t yer old man look real good on his knees licking my meat?” 

“It… its disgusting looking.” Tony said unconvincingly. “I can’t believe my dad’s some fucking fairy.”

The comment earned Tony a loud laugh from Pete. “Trust me boy, yer dad here is one of da biggest fairies around. Nuthin’ by a cock hungry bitch that loves getting his ass reamed out by yers truly on a regular basis.” He patted the older Tarn on the head like a pet. “Ain’t that right Howie?” 

Mr. Tarn closed his eyes afraid to look his son and nodded. “Yesh sir that’s right.” he replied around the dick in his mouth

“What’s right Tarn?” Pete took a deep drag of his cigar. “Say it proper-like so yer son can hear it.”

Mr. Tarn remained quiet for a few moments too ashamed to say what Pete wanted. This had to be the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him. Even worst then the time his superior officer had caught him having sex with one of the new recruit in the latrines. But somehow a sick part of his mind was getting turned on by this. Opening his eyes and giving his son one last look Howard popped Pete’s cock out of his mouth and said as clearly as he could. “Yes sir sarge, I love getting my ass… “reamed out” … by you sir.”

Watching his dad act so submissively towards the larger man, Tony couldn’t help but feel his head start to hurt in confusion. It was hard to believe that Howard Tarn, the man who struck fear in not only the entirety of Spoonerville high but his home as well. Was the submissive little whore of a fat bastard like D’caht’s dad. Wanting suddenly to get out of the office Tony turned to leave pushing Pj out of his way. “I have so had enough of looking at queer freaks today!”

Pete chuckled at the attitude of the younger man. “Your one to talk boy.” The older man remarked. “From what I hear you didn’t mind having yer dick spit shined by my son over there.” 

Tony let out a surprised gasp. “You told your dad about what happened in the hotel room.” He seethed at Pj.

Pj could feel himself beginning to sweat at the sound of the bull’s anger. Tony had threatened him with a beating if he told anyone about what had happened during their trip. “I-I-I’m sorry Tony I couldn’t help it.”

“What do you mean you couldn’t help it!?”

Pj took a gulp and tried to the other man but his dad did beat him to it. “He means he couldn’t help letting the whole spill out when I fucked the info outta him the next night.” Pete finished. The large man pushed Howard off of his dick and stood up. “And he also told me about all the crap ya do ta ‘im on a regular basis.” 

Tony stood his ground and defiantly gave the older man a smirk. “You have a problem with me messing with him, lard ass?” He said in a taunting voice. He might not be able to handle the information that his dad was gay but a fight he could handle fighting. “Afraid I‘ll hurt your little boy?”

The older D’caht grinned at the insult of lard ass. ‘Boys got some pair on him’ He thought, out loud he said. “Naw I ain’t afraid of that, my slut can handle himself some.” Pete stepped closer to the younger bull his still hard cock bobbing with his steps as he came closer. “I just think there’s better ways to work out yer…” Another laugh. “…Youthful energy.” 

Tony gave him a suspicious look. “And how’s that?” he asked.

“Why by fuckin’ around of course.” Pete placed an arm around the horned man and tried to pull him close but was rebuffed. The younger man stepping back.

“I already get more than enough tail fatso.” Tony said haughtily. He was a legend in the school halls a new girl on his arm every other day and one in the back seat of a car every night “You think I’m some loser virgin or something?”

“No boy I don’t think that, iffin what yer dad here says is true.” Pete thumbed over his shoulder to Mr. Tarn who avoided his son’s eyes. “And fer yer iner-fer-mation…” He continued. “…I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout getting’ under some cheerleaders skirt. I’m talking about fucking some slutty queer who‘ll beg and whine fer more while you mash there face into the mattress and fuck out yer aggression on’um. Know it’s done wonders fer me, havin’ an easy source of good sex. You should give it a try.”

Feeling his face begin to grow hot at the mention of easy sex Tony looked away. It did sound good… but he couldn’t. “There’s no way I’m going to become one of your sons little fuck buddies Mr. D’caht.”  Tony insisted. “I have some pride.”

“This ain’t ’bout pride kid, this is about getting’ yer rocks off. An I wasn’t jus talkin’ ‘bout fucking my son’s fat ass over there.” Pete pointed over to Mr. Tarn. “Why go out when ya got a nice big slut right in yer house sleepin’ jus a few rooms away.”

“SARGE!!” Howard cried out utterly scandalized by the mere thought of what his former commanding officer was suggesting that his son do to him. 

“-Shut it horn head!” Pete gave the older bull a look which efficiently stopped any more protests. “We’re discussin’ somethin’ over here an we don’t need yer two cents.” Resuming his talk with Tony he asked a question. “Now come on boy, don’t tell me it ain’t appetizing’?” 

“Are you really saying that I should…” Tony’s started his voice wavering slightly as filthy images came to his mind. “…I should fuck around with my dad!”

“Yup.” Pete nodded. “Bet ya have a hellava lot of that there aggression ta work out on this bastards hairy ass. ‘Specially After all the shit he puts you through.” At the teens questioning look he quickly elaborated. “That’s how me ’n’ him got started taday; he was in here bitchin’ about how yer such a little pain in the ass and how he’s got ta punish ya over and over. Bored the hell outta me so I go an tell’im to put his mouth ta better uses.” 

Tony stared at his father for several long minutes thinking over everything Pete had just said. The older bull had remained where he sat on the floor looking embarrassed. There was no denying that Tony could feel his cock tightening in his jeans at the obscene way the larger man was talking. It all sounded real good, making his dad pay for making his life miserable. Holding the smug jackass down and teaching him that he was the one in charge for once. Someone who couldn’t be grounded for months, couldn’t be giving detention to, couldn’t be yelled at. Finally after taking a deep breath and coming to a decision Tony spoke up. “Alright… I’ll do it.”

“Son… you can’t!” Howard said in an almost begging tone.

“Good boy.” Pete exclaimed ignoring his army buddy and slapping Tony on the back. “Pee-JAY!”

Pj who had been watching the entire conversation snapped to attention. “Y-Yes sir?”

“Get yer ass over here and them dammed clothes of yers off!” Pete exclaimed loudly. “We’re about ta have ourselves a little father/son hulla-ba-loo.” 

Pj gave a sigh and obediently began to undress. Despite the slight trepidation he felt towards this whole situation the husky boy was actually becoming excited. Why did the thought of having sex with his dad always do this to him?

Pete let out a lustful chuckle as he watched Pj disrobe. He never got tired of the sight of seeing that chubby body being exposed to his greedy eyes. “See horny boy?” He nudged Tony with his elbow. “All it takes is a firm hand on yer part and they’ll drop their drawers.” Pete flourished dramatically over to Howard. “Give it a try.”

Tony agreed shakily in response giving his dad an apprehensive look. “G-get over here.” He said voice cracking a little.

Pete rolled his eyes at the boy’s inexperience. “No, no not like that ya idget.” He told him. “Ya do it like this…TARN! Get yer beef patty ass over here, Yer boy here needs some good ol’fasioned TLC!” Howard cringed at both the harsh command and the thought of giving his son a blowjob. But obeyed, getting to his feet clumsily. Before he could get fully upright though Pete grunted. “Na-ah Howie, you crawl over here.”

Mr. Tarn stared at his friend for several moments annoyed before he dropped back down and began crawling over to the three men. “Like this sir?” He asked his face turning more and more red with every inch

“Yup, Jus like that Tarn.” Pete put a heavy hand on Tony‘s shoulder. “See, like I said easy.”

The younger bull gave the older man a determined nod and planted both his feet firmly on the ground. “Hurry it up dad!” He huffed. “I really need a good blow job after all the crap you put me through today.”

Howard quickly made his way to his son and sat back on his haunches. “You know your mom can never know of this right.” He told the younger man as he began unzipping his jeans.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “You really think I’m going to tell her?” He asked. “Now quit stalling and… and start ok.” After seeing all of that sex that day Tony was more than ready for some physical release even if it was from his own dad. In fact that sort of made it hotter for some unknown reason. Licking his lips the younger Tarn observed as his own father fished his hardening meat from his pants and take it into his mouth hesitantly. Then without being prompted, the submissive man suddenly began sucking nosily on him making Tony hiss in pleasure. His dad really was a cock hungry bitch, just like Pete had said. “God, I can’t believe he’s actually doing it!” Tony said almost giddy. 

“What’s there not ta believe boy?” Pete asked him. “Howard’s been like this since I’ve known him.” the dark furred man watched silently for a few moments as the two bulls had their fun then turned to his own son and motioned for him to come closer. “Hey brat come‘mer!” Pj quickly padded over to his father and flinched when the older man pulled him into a rough, demanding kiss before forcing him down onto his knees. “You know what ta do slut.” Pete jabbed his son’s lips with the tip of his large cock, the boy parting them and taking him in without having to be told any more. 

The room went quiet for a while after that. Both Pete and Tony enjoying themselves as the two men kneeling before them slurped and worked their tongues on their engorged members. It wasn’t until Mr. Tarn started to slow down that Tony let out an impatient growl. “Hey, go faster dad! I know you can do better than this.” 

“Grab’im by the back of his head and make him choke on ya for a few boy.” Pete suggested. “He’ll get the point after that.” 

Tony placed both his hands on the back of his father’s head and thrusted forward making Howard’s eyes tear up and his throat convulse. “Now that’s more like it.” Tony cheered. “You’re going to be drinking my cum if you keep this up daddy.” The younger bull said the word “daddy” in a mocking tone which made his dad whine in pleasure.

“Heh-heh, well won’t ya have a look at that. Yer finally startin’ ta get it.” Pete placed his arm back around Tony this time it not being shrugged off. “So what do ya think now bully boy? Still think yer dad givin’ blowjobs is disgustin’?”

“FUCK NO!” Tony panted out. “It’s fucking great!”

“Iffin you think this is good wait till you make’um lift his tail for ya.” Pete licked his lips and lowered his hand down to Tony’s ass giving it a squeeze. “Feels even better fuckin’ the big cow’s ass.” 

Tony batted the insistent hand away then grabbed his father by the horns pulling him back. “You heard the man “daddy”.” he grinned evilly. “It time we go all out.”

Howard’s eyes widened at the order. “You really think I’m going to do that young man.”

“Oh you’re going to do it.” Tony slapped his father with his cock leaving a wet smear on the older man’s cheek. “Cause if you don’t then maybe I will tell mom all about all this. Maybe I’ll even tell her during one of her fancy book clubs, give all the old blue hairs a real shock.”

Mr. Tarn shuddered thinking about the sight. “Fine, how do you want to do it?” He said begrudgingly.

Tony pointed over to his dad‘s desk. “Over there, I want to fuck you over that dammed desk of yours.” The teens mind flashed back to earlier that day when his dad sat behind that stupid piece of furniture and lectured him about the evils of disobedience. It really made Tony hard at the thought of soiling it. 

Mr. Tarn stood up with a grunt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” he muttered going over to his desk. “Just be quick about it alright.” With that he bent over showing his son his backside. 

“Don’t discourage the boy Howie.” Pete chuckled. “After all, you know yer goin’ ta love this. Give it to ‘im long and hard son, make him feel it.”

“Don’t worry Mr. D’caht I will.” Tony got behind his father and gave him a sharp slap on each ass cheek, making the older man let out a low, much to his embarrassment. Tony on the other hand was only amused by the sound and after pushing his pants down around his ankles he positioned himself right at his now hard and slick cock at his father’s rear entrance. “Ready?”

Howard looked over his shoulder to his son. “Does it matter?” He said cheekily.

Tony answered by pushing forward his dad opening for him easily and his cock sinking into the tight warmness of the older man’s needy ass. Without thinking he began to shift his hips fucking his father for the first time with uneven strokes. “Fuck yeah… asses really are as tight as Moose said they were.”

“Well monkey boy would know, been fuckin’ this one’s ass since September.” Pete pushed his son onto his back. “Speakin’ of which, lift them legs won’t you boy.”

“Ok dad.” Pj sighed. The younger man raised his legs up, holding them up against his chest like he had done that morning. 

“That’s it baby boy, jus how I like ya.” Pete got down on his knees and fingered his son’s hole slowly, sticking his tongue out between his lips as he concentrated on making him squirm from his preparations. “Take it from an expert kid, it helps ta sometimes ta get them worked up a bit b’fore ya fuck’um.” Pete instructed. “Make them beg fer the ol sausage.”

Tony observed the older man intently as he thrusted into his dad. It was making him even harder somehow to watch Pete work his fingers into the fat boy in just the right way as to leave him panting and hard, begging for the larger man to get on top of him. “Any other advice, expert?” He asked half taunting.

Pete withdrew his finger and then flipped his son over onto his stomach. “Let’s see…” He began, absently pushing his cock into his sons awaiting hole. “…Fer that one yer fuckin’, he prac-tic-cally moos when you grab him by the horns and yank back.”

Tony let out a laugh and took hold of his dads horns pulling the older man’s head back hard as he ramped up his pounding. His father took it in stride, raising his tail and wrapping it around Tony’s torso, blissed out in pleasure. Thinking to himself Tony realized that this had to be the most fun he had ever had having sex. Girls were fun of course and he in no way was going to stop bedding them, but fucking a guy’s ass was just as good. Plus making his dad moan and wiggle his hips as he drove into him was icing on the cake. 

Across the room Pete was in a similar state of lust, grinding away as he fucked his son down on the shag carpeting. “Will you look at that son.” He said gesturing over to Tony and Howard with his head. “Think we should start ourselves a little daddy/son fuck club, boy? Bet we‘d get a hellava lot of members.”

Pj regained enough of his senses to try and squash his dad‘s idea. “I don’t think… *grunt* …there are many other men who… *ahh!* …would be doing this sir.” He said in between thrusts. The heavyset boy eyed the other men in the room, face blushing even more than it already was as he observed Tony’s black furred ass gyrate back and forth. ‘Though I wouldn’t mind doing this again.’ He shamefully admitted to himself.

“That’s what you think slut.” Pete said responding to what his son had just said. “Bet I could make a mint offa-” The older man’s sentence came to an abrupt end when the telltale sounds of Tony nearing orgasm sounded. Before the younger bull could cum however Pete pulled out of Pj and shouted over to him. “Take a break fer a second Bully boy and catch yer breath, we got all afternoon ta fuck!”

Tony staggered away from his father his cock slipping out, and sat down on the desk. “Sorry just got a little carried away.” He panted.

“Understandable.” Pete gave his son a playful slap on the ass saying. “Don’t move slut I’ll be right back once I finish.” Then stood up going over to the desk. “How ‘bout I show you had to fuck yer “daddy” proper-like boy. Free of charge. … This time that is.”

Tony nodded over to his dad; the older bull was still bent over his desk head down as he tried to catch his breath. “Well hurry up then. Before your Viagra loses effect.”

“Fuckin’ smart ass ain’t ya.” The older man chuckled. Grabbing Howard by the hips Pete unceremoniously pushed himself into the bulls well used tail hole. The high school principal mooed lowly when he felt the man’s thick cock enter him, knowing who had penetrated him instantly. “Now watch and learn kid.” Pete huffed beginning to fuck the man under him like a jackhammer, the dull thwack of flesh smacking against flesh filling the room as he pounded.

Howard responded to the bone breaking pace by pushing back just as hard against his friend, trying to get Pete’s marvelous piece of meat to go even deeper as it worked its way in and out. “Oh god SAGRE! That’s it sir… that’s it give it to me good please!” he begged unashamedly. “Make me remember why I’m letting you put me through this hell.”

Tony could do as the two rutted like wild animals was stare on with wide eyes. Pj’s dad really was an expert at this it seemed. His dad was acting like some back alley whore, his previous resistance to what was happening gone flying out the window. And the way Pete was pounding into him was amazing, so brutal. No wonder Pj was able to sleep with all those men and still walk. If this was how he got it at home it was a marvel that the younger boy could even move. ‘Speaking of the nerd.’ The bull shifted his attention to the younger D’caht who was watching from his spot on the floor, still spread eagle on his belly. 

Tony came to the conclusion that he couldn’t let Pete show him up. “Hey Pee-gay?”

Pj snapped out of his dazed voyeurism. “Oh, yeah Tony?” He asked fearfully. “Is… is there something wrong?”  He didn’t know if the horned man was still mad at him.

Tony answered the other boys question by getting on top of him and sheathing himself in the shorter man’s ass with a grunt. “Nothing’s wrong queer.” He laughed. “Just remembered that I need to get even with you today too.” holding Pj down with two powerful hands on the hefty boys back Tony began to fuck him, snapping his hips almost painfully as he ground himself into the other man. “Hey Mr. D’caht how many times a week do you fuck my dad?” Tony asked.

“Whenever I feel like it kid.” Pete said back not missing a beat as he pounded the older bull. “Why the hell do ya want ta know?”

“I just want to know when he’s “primed and ready” for me old man.” Tony said throwing the older Tarn’s words from last night back at him. “Oh and dad I expect you in bed by eight for now on. Got to know where I can find you after all.”

Pete slowed down and looked back at the younger bull, then he burst out into loud laughter. Howard was going to have his hands full keeping up with that randy fucker. “You know what boy I think this is the start of somethin‘ beaut-ti-iful.” Pete leaned forward whispering into Howard’s ear. “He’s learnin’ real fast ain’t he Tarny.”

“Yeah he is.” Howard admitted. “But I’m not sure if I like it.”

“Trust me you’re going to like it, wakin’ up to a nice hard cock and a rowdy boy to get ya off.” Pete assured him. “I know I’m lovin’ it, in’it that right son.”

“Yeah dad you’re lovin it.” Pj answered from across the room. Suddenly Tony thrusted into the younger man’s just right, jabbing the boys prostrate and causing him to lose the battle for control spurting cum onto the carpeting underneath of him. ‘And I’m sort of loving it too.’ 

(“Sigh… You know what Mr. Dairy I think I‘m going to take back what I wondered about earlier. I really don‘t want to know how other guys handle tough dads. Because it its anything like how me and Tony handle them, then it’s for the best that I don‘t know. I don’t think I can survive adding another father and son to this sorted affair. My dad and Tony fucked me and Mr. Tarn for a full five hours both of them switching partners every time they came. By the end of it all I ended up laying there on the floor tired and covered in cum while they shared a congratulatory drink of whisky. Tony and my father discussing the best ways and times to fuck Mr. Tarn, while the older bull sat quietly his face red and his eyes downcast. Let’s hope that the next time we do this, and trust me from the sinister grin on my dad’s face there will be a next time, that I’ll be more rested up. Having sex four times in eight hours can wear any guy out.”)
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Two weeks later, In front of the Tarn household 2:00...

Moose shifted his car into park after pulling up to Tony’s house. Giving his passenger a grin. “Well here we are Tone.” The ape said. “This make up for flaking out on you last time?”

“It’s a start.” Tony replied. “I still got home late.”

Moose rolled his eyes. His friend always had to be difficult, then again that was part of the reason they were friends. “Hey how did you convince your dad to let you lose tonight anyway? I thought you were still grounded.”

“I still am.” Tony told him getting out of the car. “Snuck out while he was driving my mom and sister to my aunt’s house.”

“You’re a brave man Tarn.” Moose laughed. “Well I better head off I sort of have somewhere to be.”

Tony leaned down and looked back into the car. “You’re going over to fuck that fatass aren’t you?”

The older boy was quiet for a few moments before he nodded. “Yeah, I know you don’t like to hear it but I got a deal to come over every weekend with Mr. D.”

“I don’t care.” Tony huffed. The bull stood back up. “You still planning on asking that nerd out by the way?” He asked over his shoulder.

“Yeah… still just thinking about it though.”

“You should ask him.” Tony said unexpectedly. “Leave the girls at school for me and Billy to go out with.”

Before a stunned Moose could reply to Tony’s sudden approval of his dating choice, the younger man had jogged away from him and into his house. Shaking his head and chuckling the gorilla shifted his car into drive and took off. “I swear I’ll never figure that horn headed smartass out.” He said.

Inside of his house Tony let out the breath he had been holding. Telling Moose that he was ok with him dating “Pee-gay” had been a little stomach churning. Sure he had had sex with the little fatty but dating a guy was a different matter. ‘Well like I said at least it leaves me the rest of the girls at school.’ He thought smugly to himself ‘Gotta make sure I’m well sexed don’t I?’

Tony went to climb the stairs to his bedroom but he was once again startled by the lights turning on around him. “And just where have you been young man?” His dad’s voice cut. “You’re still grounded.”

Tony spun around to see his dad sitting in the living room in his night robe a scowl on his face. “Oh I just plum forgot about that.” The younger bull smirked. “It that a problem.”

Howard could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up at the disrespect he was being shown. “Yes it’s a problem son; I think your disobedience has earned you another month of grounding.”

“You know what dad? How about we forget that and I say I’m sorry for being late by fucking your bitch ass till you think I’ve done my time.” Tony suggested.

Howard began sputtering at a loss of how to respond to that. It wasn’t until Tony gave an irritated sigh and unzipped the front of his jeans pulling out his rapidly hardening dick that he regained enough of his senses to speak again. “… … Alright son. That… that sounds like a reasonable offer.”

The older bull lowered his gaze to the floor and scuffled past his son up the stairs the boy giving him a hard slap on the ass as he passed him. “I’ll be up in a few daddy, just make sure your buck naked and face down by the time I come in.

“Yes s-sir.“ Mr. Tarn mumbled. 

Watching as his dad climbed the stairs like the obedient little whore he was for him, Tony realized something. The last few weeks had been in, to put it in his own elegant words “Fucking Awesome”. and you know what? He could live with that. 

Next time Moose and Pj finally go out on a date…