Late February…

“Moose come on, I said I was sorry!” Pj cried out as he desperately backed away from his attacker. “Please… stop hitting me!”

“No… way… Fatty.” Moose responded coldly. The angry ape threw a hard right hook at his cowering victim. The large fist just narrowly missing its target as Pj ducked out of the way. “You and me both know that you’ve had this beating coming for a long time. So stand still and let me hit you!” 

Pj gulped, Moose seemed serious. “Look… I know I’ve sorta been asking for it. B-but still can‘t you j-just… ahhh!” The chubby man gave a startled yelp as another punch was flung in his direction. It was now or never the pudgy boy understood, Moose wasn‘t going to back off. He had to fight back or else it‘d be over. Steeling himself Pj crouched down and waited for his attacker to make the next move. ‘I hope this works.’ He prayed. 

Thinking that Pj had finally given up, Moose drew his fist back for another strike, “Time to say good night buddy!” He proclaimed. 

Unfortunately his victory instantly fell apart when the boy before him suddenly sprang forward, doing a quick double jump over his head and landing behind the stunned ape with great agility. Then before the Moose could react to the aerial acrobatics the thickset cat stuck, delivering a series of hard punches and kicks to his back. The last of which sent the head of his opponent sailing across the arena as the crowd around them cheered and the announcer Proclaimed. “VICTORY! PLAYER ONE WINS!! YOU ARE THE BRAWLING BATTLERS MASTER!!!”

Watching as his character on screen pumped his fists and shouted “yatta” while confetti rained down; an ecstatic Pj D’caht laughed victoriously from his couchant position on his bed. “Ah-ha! I win again!” 

An angry Moose growled under his breath and tossed his controller to the ground in frustration. “Why the hell do I even play this with you?” He huffed form his seat on the floor. “I never win!”

Pj rolled over onto his back and let his head hang over the edge so that he could give his upset friend an upside-down smile. “You won that one time remember.” He tried. 

“Yeah… I did.” Moose glared suspiciously at his boyfriend out of the corner of his eye. “But that was only after you “accidentally” dropped your controller.”

Pj scratched the side of his nose chuckling guiltily. He should have realized that his act of mercy would have been noticed. “It was an accident.” He said lamely. Pj’s words seemed to fall on death ears however, Moose giving him a derisive snort. “Fine… I was letting you win, ok?”

“I don’t need your charity D’caht.” The primate fumed lightly. “I can beat you myself. I just haven‘t felt like it yet.”

‘And just why haven’t you?’ Pj thought in amusement. Despite the tone in the Moose’s voice the younger boy could tell that the ape had been having a good time with him even if he was on an epic losing streak. The pair of them had spent the better part of the day up in the cat’s messy room in their underwear, playing video games, eating junk food, and fooling around while it rained outside. 

The memories of having sex that day made Pj eyes travel down his friend’s body. Sight trailing down a gray chest and slight belly before landing on the primates bulging crotch. ‘Man… I gotta stop being so dirty minded.’ He scolded himself. ‘We just did something a little while ago.’ Pulling his eyes away from Moose, Pj let his gaze go back to his TV, a flashing “Continue?” option on the luminous screen catching his attention. “Want to play another round?” He asked cheekily. “I promise that I’ll go a little easy on you this time.”

Moose pouted at the cheeriness in his companion’s voice. “I don’t think so Fatty.” He huffed. “I’m really not in the mood to be humiliated again today.” 

Still high from his victory and wanting to play some more, Pj rolled back over and sat up waving the controller in his hands in the ape‘s direction. “Come on, play with me again.” He said trying and failing to contain his own snickering. “Maybe if you kept practicing, you won’t lose sooo badly anymore.” 

For Moose, the teasing was the last straw. Getting quickly to his feet he glared down at his boyfriend about to tell Pj where he could go and stick his dammed controller. When he opened his mouth to speak however he inadvertently let his eyes roamed over Pj’s tighty-whitey clad body and quickly decided to do something else. His nerdy friend might whoop him in video games, but there were other more physical areas where he could easily show the feline who was on top. “I’ll show you losing!” Moose growled playfully just before he pounced.

Pj let out a yelp when he saw the larger man fly towards him but was too slow to move out of the way. He might have been fast in the video game but Moose was faster in real life. Before Pj knew it he found himself pinned on his back with a gorilla on top of him with. A horny gorilla who was leering down at him lustfully as he struggled to get free. “Moose?! Come on, l-let me up!”

“Uh-uh, Fatty.” Moose Smirked. “Not until you say uncle and apologize for being a little smartass.” 

Pj struggled, trying to free himself again but quickly found it futile. He was no match for the jock holding him down. “Ok, Ok! I give, Uncle!” He said submitting. “Can I get up now?”

Moose pretend to think about the request for a little bit then loosened his grip. But just as Pj breathed a sigh of relief the older boy gave a dark growl, and once again held his trapped boyfriend down on the bed. “Ya’know on second thought, since you mouthed off like that you gotta pay.” Moose began grinding his manhood against Pj’s underwear covered crotch, forming erection creating a hot and dirty friction between them. “And I’m going to take it right outta your hide.”

Pj gasped as he was rubbed up against. His toes curling at the sensations emanating from their shared contact. “W-What do you mean t-take it out of my hide?” He asked his voice at near pant.

“How do you think, dimwit?” Moose lowered his head so that they were nose to nose. “I’m going to fuck it outta you.” 

“Oh…” Pj laughed nervously. He should have figured that out by the way the other boy was rubbing up against him. “Well then maybe you should let me-.” Whatever Pj’s suggestion was, was interrupted when a deep baritone chuckling filtered into the room.

“Fuck you two queers really know how at put on a show.” Pete said from the doorway. The older man strutted into the room eyeing the pair as he approached the bed. “Wraslin’ ’round in yer undie-roos.” 

Pj could feel his face growing red. Even after all they had done together, there was just something embarrassing about his father walking in on him and Moose fooling around. “D-DAD!”

Moose not at all self-conscious at being caught by the older male got off of Pj and beckoned him closer. “Hey Mr. D, you want to come over here and help me with your son?” He turned to an even redder Pj. “I’m sure Peeje won’t mind, right Fatty?”

Despite the situation Pj felt his cock twitch at the thought of having both men in bed with him again. Moose was right; there was no way on earth that he would pass up a threesome. It was his favorite thing about their whole arrangement even if he didn‘t want to voice it out loud. “S-Sure… I wouldn’t mind…” 

Instead of doing what he usually did, which was getting naked so they could fuck, Pete firmly shook his head. “I ain’t got da time to pound-d-nate your asses taday, Monkey boy.” He began groping the tents in both boys’ underwear. “Just made my way here to talk ta ya ‘bout sumthin’ and got m’self distracted-like watchin’ the pair of you dry humpin’.” 

Batting his father’s hand away PJ slid himself off of his bed and bashfully covered his crouch. “What did you want to talk about then sir?” He made a worried face. Usually when his dad wanted to tell him something it always meant some kind of trouble or gruelingly difficult chore.

Hearing the tone his son used Pete let a sinister smirk cross his face. For some reason he got a real kick at seeing his pudgy son worry. “Why, I just wanted ta talk to ya about the little get-together that’ll be goin’ on here ta’night.”

“Get-together?” Pj asked.

“Yup, ’m old pals are commin’ over for da monthly men‘s night.” Pete said joyfully. “Going to be a real hoot too! Drinking till we can‘t walk right, smoking cigars, and raking in da dough as I win big, heh-heh.” The middle-aged man rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming almost evilly as he happily thought about the upcoming event.

Pj unfortunately had the opposite reaction to the idea of the party and couldn’t help the soft groan of disappointment that escaped his lips. Every time his dad had one of his infamous “Men’s nights”, it meant that he had to remain held up in his room until it ended. Pete claiming that he didn’t want some him hanging around and ruining his good time of smoking cigars, drinking, telling dirty jokes, and barely legal gambling. “Ok dad I get it.” The boy said in morosely. “I’ll make sure not to leave the room until it‘s over. Just let go downstairs before the get here so that I-” 

“-Who the fuck said ya had to stay up here boy?” Pete interrupted grumpily. The large man reached over and placed a gloved hand on his son’s shoulder. “You can come down anytime ya want. In… fact… how ‘bout you get yerself down stairs later and you let yer sweet ol’ ever-lovin’ dad show ya off to all of his pal’s tanight?”

Pj blinked up at his father in confusion. This was the first time his dad had ever said something like that. In all the years Pete had hosted his men’s nights the older man had never let anyone meet the men who he played poker with. Not even Pj’s mom hadn’t been allowed to attend the secret affair. “…You really want me to meet your friends?” 

“Dam right I do boy!” Pete crowed. “Ya’know why don’t you stay over here tonight and come on down too Clancy? Sure the fellas will just looooove meetin’ ya.” 

Pj couldn’t help the hesitant grin that spread across his face. His dad actually wanted to show him off to someone! Moose on the other hand raised an eyebrow, the sneaking suspicion that something was up entering his mind. The older man was being way too nice to them. “Ok Mr. D what’s up?” The quarterback asked. 

Pete appeared to be offended by the boy’s words, crossing his arms and frowning at the both of them. “What? Can‘t a respectable-like man like m’self go and invite his son and his son‘s fuck buddy to a little shin-ding?” The trio stood there for several seconds in dead silence before Pete continued subtly. “An of course iffin you two jus happen to be offerin’ up some hord-a-ma-derves, bringin’ us fresh beers, and waitin‘ on us hand and foot while yer down there I wouldn’t be object-ta-fy-in’. Heh-heh, after all I am lettin‘ you come on down.”

‘I should have known.’ Pj thought grimly. Speaking up the younger man gave his dad a pleading look. “Do we have to sir?” He asked quietly. 

Pete gave his son with a harsh glare, instantly answering his question and making the boy drop his head in defeat. Pj knew that the older man would never hurt him but still… Pete had to be the most intimidating person he knew. One that could make him afraid and eager all at the same time with his attitude. “Jus get yer pants on brats and meet me down stairs in ten.” Pete said over his shoulder as he walked out of the room. “You both gotta lotta shit ta do b’fore the boys get here.” 

After his father had left Pj peered back to Moose who was still sitting on top of his bed. “Well… this is going to be a “fun” night.” Pj said sullenly. “I can’t believe he’s making us cater his party.”

“What I can’t believe is that Mr. D just told us to put our pants back on.” Moose joked as he stood. “I don’t mind helping out your dad. Least I can do for all the sex and… everything.”  He went over to the younger man and patted him on the back. “And look at it this way Fatty. You finally get to find out who these mysterious poker buddies of your dads are.”

Pj gave a slow nod, at least he had that. Not that it was much. “Yeah… I guess that could be interesting.” He sighed. “Let’s just hope that they’re not as bad as my dad is.”

“Peeje, I don’t think there’s anybody like your dad.” Moose said fondly.

(My dad has been having a monthly poker game ever since I can remember Mr. Diary. And despite it being held at our house every few months I have yet to see exactly what goes during the event. Heck, I don’t even think my mom had ever seen what went on. Dad making even her and my sister leave the house when he held one. Of course in their case, he had to use some sort of expensive gift to get them to agree to leave for the night. I of course wasn’t as lucky. Dad would just lock me inside of my room or make me stay over at Max’s for the night when the night came. I should have hated those games, but strangely I secretly wanted to go. The whole thing was just mysterious and forbidding in my younger mind. Wondering what they did, what they talked about, what they even looked like. Who would have known that one day I’d actually get my wish and be allowed to attend! Of course whether or not I was going to enjoy it was another thing now was a different question. What with having to act as a butler, after all how could I really enjoy myself having to service a bunch of strange men?)

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Later that night around 8:00...

Pj grunted as he made his way through the front door of his house. Tired arms laden with twelve heavy bags filled with food from Fraido’s deli which he was happy to almost be rid of. It had been a big surprise when his dad told him where to pick up the food for the party. Even more so when Pete had refused to give him the money to pay for said food, saying that the rhino was doing the catering “pro boney”. Arriving at the deli Pj had asked about this, but Mr. Fraido had remained tight lipped muttering under his breath. Much to the younger man’s disappointment. Pj got the feeling that his dad was blackmailing Benny somehow, he just knew it. As he left the shop Pj realized that he would have to talk to his father later and find out what was going on between the two older men. After all he couldn’t have his dad taking advantage of someone he considered a very good friend.

Strolling clumsily into the kitchen Pj tripped arms failing and precious cargo flying out of his arms. Luckily, Moose was there catch him. “Better watch it Fatty.” The gorilla warned. He gave the shorter boy an amused grin as he helped him steady himself. “If you drop all this your dad will probably just make you go out again and get more.”

“That wouldn‘t surprise me.” Pj sighed. Looking at the other boy he jostled his bags in Moose’s general direction. “Of course maybe I wouldn’t drop them if someone helped me. If you know what I mean.”

Moose rolled his eyes at the “subtle” hint. “Ok fine I’ll help.” He lifted several bags out of the younger boy’s arms and placed them on the kitchen table, peeking into one when he was finished. “Dam Peeje you walked all the way home with all this stuff?” He asked. “You should have told me, I could have driven you.”

“It’s alright, you had to stay here and help dad set up the downstairs after all.” Pj placed the remaining bags onto the kitchen counter. “Plus I just love a good cardio session.” He joked awkwardly. “At least as long as I don’t fall over.”

Moose took a bag of chips out of one of the bags and opened it. “Just don’t go losing too much weight working out Peeje I like you nice and chubby.” The older man licked some crumbs off of his fingers and gave Pj a suggestive look which left the cat sputtering. It seemed that every time the shorter boy tried to joke with the ape he always ended up red-faced himself.

Trying desperately to change the subject away from his own embarrassment, Pj coughed and began unpacking food himself. “So… um how are things here.” He asked, making sure to ignore whatever Moose was doing. “Are my dad’s friends here yet?”

Moose shook his head no. “No… but he said they’ll be here real soon.” Suddenly the football quarterback appeared to be uncomfortable about something. “About that though… I think you should see what your dad gave us to wear during the game.”

Pj stopped what he was doing and turned around. “He wants us to wear something?” He said becoming instantly worried. There was no way this was going to be good.

Instead of answering the question Moose went into the living room and shortly returned holding some folded clothing. Dramatically he unfurled the item; Pj groaning as he saw that it was a butler’s style jacket with long tails and a red bowtie. “He’s taking this catering thing a little far, don‘t you think?” Moose said dryly. 

Giving the outfit a once over Pj rubbed his forehead the sudden sensation of a headache forming. “I have the feeling that this night is going to just drag on and on.” He complained. 

“I got a feeling your right about that Fatty.” Moose agreed. “At least it isn’t as bad as it could be. Your dad told me that he was originally planning on making us wear a pair of tight red briefs with this thing. That way we could’ve been eye candy while we waited on him and his friends.” 

“Did he really say that?” Pj asked. When he got a nod he groaned for a second time wondering why his dad had to be so tasteless sometimes. Making them dress up as some sort of weird playgirl models was really going too much. “Don’t worry I’ll talk to him about it later.” Pj assured the other man. “I‘m sure I can do something to change his mind.”

“Maybe it doesn’t look that bad once you wear it.” Moose slipped his jacket on, the piece of clothing fitting him just right and making him appear, in Pj‘s opinion, rather dignified. “What do you think?”

“I think yer wastin’ time playin’ dress up when you should be getting’ the grub ready.” Pete said walking into the kitchen. The heavy man gave the gorilla a pleased look at seeing him wearing what he had given him. The younger man dressed so… subservient somehow lit a fire in his crouch. Now he was certain he was going to go and fetch those red thongs, but of course that was for later. “I like them little outfits and I intend ta use’um. After all not every day ya find stuff like that in da dumpster behind a French restaurant.”

“Dumpster?” Pj gasped. “Dad you didn‘t!” 

“Uh-uh brat there’s goin’ ta be none ‘o’ that tonight.” Pete huffed. The middle aged man pointed at his son then to Moose. “An’ I don’t wanna here ya whine a single iota either, we all clear-like?” The big man scratched his chin as if thinking. “In fact I think we gotta lay down some sa’more ground rules b‘fore the fella‘s get here.”

“G-ground rules?” Both boys asked.

“Yeah some ground rules.” Pete growled. “Do ya got a problem wid that?”

Pj held his hands up in a placating manner. “No-no sir no problem at all!”

“That’s what I thought.” Pete sneered at his son then held up one of his fingers. “Rule number one: No talking when yer downstairs less yer talked too.” A second finger joined the first. “Number two: You better keep the food comin’ and the beers flowin’.” A third. “And Three: Do anything else I tell ya ta do without question. Understood.”

Both boys stared at each other with uncertainty then back to Pete. It seemed the Pj’s premonition about their night was going to be right. It was going to take forever. “Alright sir.” Moose mumbled ducking his head down. “We understand.”

Sensing the melancholy attitude aimed at him. Pete gave an annoyed growl and reached into his back pocket, pulling out two bills. “Alright, jus ta show you kids that I ain’t goin’ ta be a total hard ass, how ‘bout I give ya a little in-ta-nasentive to be real good-like.” He showed them what he had. “Two crisp Benjamins, one fer each of ya!”

“A hundred dollars!” Moose goggled. With that extra money helping him he could get his dad off of his back for a little while. With newfound eagerness Moose gave the man in front of him a very determined nod. “Alright Mr. D I‘ll do whatever you say.”

“Like that’s any different from what ya usually Monkey boy.” Pete snickered. “What about you slut? You gonna be a good little boy fer daddy iffin I give you this green?”
 
“You… You’re actually being serious right sir?” Pj asked eying the money. He figured that this was some sort of mean spirited trick or something. There was no way his dad was actually going to give them that much. Most likely he was trying to repeat what he did that day in the car lot office, when he had spanked Pj during Christmas break. 

“Ya’know I could just take what I said back.” Pete informed his doubting son. “Swear, kids taday don’t appreciate gener-ma-rosity!” The older man started to put the two hundred dollars back into his pocket. But before he could both Pj and Moose shouted for him to stop, reaching for his arm desperately. 

“Dad, dad I’m sorry I… believe you honest.” Pj stared down at his feet sheepishly. “In fact it’s real nice of you to give us this… um, reward?” 

Pete stared blankly at his son for a few moments then held out the cash for him to take. With a sigh of relief the Pj reached forward but like he had predicted the money was cruelly snatched away. “Ah-ah, not till after the party ya little brats.” The salesman folded the money and put in in his front shirt pocket giving the younger men a superior look as he patted it. “An’ now that we got that little bit ’o’ business done wit, quit yer slackin’ and get back ta work!” Pete pointed to the sandwiches and fridge. “Everything’s gotta be nice and ready fer when my pals get themselves here. Which I might add will be any-” 

The sound of the doorbell ringing through the house interrupted the greedy man‘s commands and caused the task master to chortle gleefully. “Heh-heh, speak of the fuckers and they shall arrive. Come on ya little sluts, the show is jus about to begin!” The large man quickly left the kitchen, leaving the two boys to give each other worried expressions before they readily fell into step behind him.

As he entered the living room Pj unexpectedly felt his stomach begin to twist up a little. A sudden nervousness about meeting whoever it was behind the door creeping up in his mind. Would they be like his father? Rude, crude, and intimidating? Or would he be like Bubba was, a little unnerving but entirely friendly giving the right situation? Whichever it was Pj didn’t get too long to think out these scenarios. Because before the he knew it his father was already at the front door and opening it, a loud whoop of joy following when Pete welcomed their first guest of the evening.

“Who’d da thought you’d be the first one here mutt face!” A surprisingly friendly sounding Pete exclaimed. “What happen? You get yerself offa work early ’cause ya kissed yer sergeants ass?”

“Very funny Petey.” A deadpanned response with a slight Scottish accent came. Growing curious Pj peeked around his dad and saw a doughy St. Bernard standing at their doorstep. The white and brown furred dog was wearing rather old and worn looking clothing with an even more ancient driving cap sitting atop his head. All and all in it gave the canine the appearance of someone friendly and approachable.

Continuing to speak the man said. “I’m early because I just so happened to have gotten the day off.” He growled playfully. “Not all of us have to work the days away like you used car jockeys types.”

“You an me both know I hardly do fuck O’Donnell.” Pete gloated. “All I do sit on my ass and let the suckers bring in their hard earned cash by da car loads.” The middle-aged cat stepped aside and flourished for the other man to enter. “Come on in Henry, got someone here for ya ta meet.”

“And just who would that happen to be Petey?” The dog, Henry asked. Sliding off his jacket the canine scanned the interior of his friends home, his brown eyes instantly falling on Moose’s tall form standing in the living room. “YOU!” He hollered.

“O-Officer O’Donnell!!” Moose gaped back equally as stunned. The ape made a nervous face, clearly stating that he’d rather be anywhere else then in the older man’s sight. “Y-Your one of Mr. D’s friends?” 

Officer O’Donnell’s eyes narrowed. “Been one for years lad.” He began stalking towards the younger man all business and serious stance. “But that’s beside the point, what in the blue blazes is your trouble making hide doing here?”

“I… ah, I’m uh.” Moose really didn’t know what he should say. He couldn‘t exactly tell the police officer the real reason why he was at the D‘caht‘s home. That he was there “special playmate” in the lewdest sense of the phrase.

Thankfully Pj came to his rescue. The chunky boy stepping up to them and tapping the curious canine‘s shoulder shyly. “He’s here cause he’s my… friend Mr. O’Donnell” Pj started carefully. “We study together a lot.”

Reluctantly the police officer tore his eyes away from Moose’s face, staring at Pj with at first irritation then with sudden realization. “Well… I’ll be… you look just like Petey did when he was little.” He said now smiling. 

‘P-Petey?’ Pj asked himself in confusion. He’d only ever heard Bubba call his dad that.

Not noticing Pj’s bewilderment, Mr. O’Donnell gave the boy a hearty slap on the back. The force almost making the shorter man fall forward from the force. “Why didn’t you tell me he was the spitting image of your ugly mug D’caht?” Henry walked back over to Pete. “Would’ve thought a braggart like yourself would’ve jump at the chance to brag about his good genes.”

Pete rubbed his knuckles against his chest. “You know I ain’t one ta boast.” He sniffed haughtily. The pair looked at each other for a moment, and then suddenly they burst out into laughter. “Yer right kibble breath. Who da hell am I kiddin’!”

The two older men began chatting among themselves leaving Pj and Moose to watch on as they did. Quietly Pj leaned over to his boyfriend and whispered. “How do you and Mr. O’Donnell know each other?” 

Moose gave the other boy a guilty look. “He‘s a police man who‘s… sort of arrested me a few times over the years.” He admitted. “You know the usual teenaged stuff. Loud parties, getting into fights, drinking beer, skinny-dipping in the town square water fountain in the middle of the night.” 

Pj stared up at the gorilla wide eyed, both at the thought of Moose swimming naked and the fact of where he had done it. “You swam in the town fountain?” He asked a giggle almost threatening to escape from his lips. “The big one with all those fish and coins in it?”

Moose‘s cheeks colored a little at the question. “What?” He asked feigning offense. “I had to do it, Tony and Billy triple-double-dog dared me to!”

With the imagery the other boy had created in his mind Pj snickered. “I’m sure they did.” he stammered in-between guffaws. He was about to ask the gorilla what else his friends had dared him to do over the years when someone else knocked on the front door, the noise snapping everyone out of their conversations. 

Pete excused himself with a grumble and went to open the front door. When he did the middle-aged man instantly had to take a step back as a long gray trunk snaked its way into the house. “Ah, Hello. Good to see you Pete as always.” A deep voice spoke. “I hope I’m not too late.” Without asking the trunks owner stepped inside, being careful to duck under the top of the door frame as he entered. With the lights illuminating their visitor, Pj was surprised to see that their newest guest was a tall and thickset elephant. His well-dressed and suspender clad gray bulk filling the foyer as he stood up straight and removed his hat with his dexterous nose.

In response to the question the elephant had asked, Pete shook his head. “Naw… yer just in time!” The car salesmen smirked. “Just in time ta lose all yer money dat is.” Pete motioned for Pj to come over to them. “Hey son get yer ass in gear and meet Robby Tuskie here.”

Pj hesitantly complied with the older man’s order and padded up to the large elephant. “Um… hi. I-I‘m Pj.” He announced holding his hand out for him to shake

The pachyderm gave the younger D’caht a rather large and intimidating grin. “I prefer to be called Robert actually.” The big man corrected glaring at Pete. “Robert Tuskie.” The gray man reached forward and engulfed Pj’s smaller hand in his large palm, shaking it vigorously. “So your Pete’s little boy huh? I can see the family resemblance. It‘s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“N-N-N-Nice t-t-o meet y-you t-too” Pj stammered as his whole body was shaken along with his hand. The pudgy boy could feel his face coloring a little bit when he realized who he was speaking to. Robert Tuskie was one of the leading businessmen in town and a celebrity of sorts. His tusked face gracing many billboards around town. All of them proclaiming his tax center, the “TTFN” as it was called, the best place to have your taxes done in town. Cleverly not mentioning the fact of course that they were the only ones in Spoonerville who performed the job.

After several more good shakes Robert let go of the younger D’caht’s hand, Pj falling back into Moose arms when he stumbled backwards. “So are we almost ready to begin?” Robert asked gazing at Pete and Henry. “I’ve been looking forward to this little game for the last month. Especially since I missed the last one.” 

“Been looking forward to it too Robby.” Henry agreed

“How many times do I have to tell you its Robert, not Robby?” Mr. Tuskie harrumphed.
 
The other man made a dismissive sound. “I don‘t have time to listen to your blathering long nose.” The St. Bernard scoffed. “I‘m here to play some poker. I need to make another payment on my grill and I‘m feeling lucky tonight.”

“I don’t care if you have the time or not Henry O’Donnell” Mr. Tuskie insisted. “I hate being called Robby and you know it. So you will stop calling me that or so help it I’ll--” 

Interrupting the bickering men Pete gave a loud cough. “Knock it off boys we can start the fun early.” He reached into his front pocket and pulled out a cigar and bit it between his teeth. “B’sides doubt the ol’ snaggletooth is gonna show up fer this thing or not.” The overweight man walked past his two associates, heading towards the basement door. “Come on you bums and let’s get this show on da road. I feel like gamblin’ da night away.” Before opening the door Pete pointed over to the younger men in the room. “As fer you two brats, hurry up an bring down the first round of grub and booze. Gonna need some good eats while we play.” That said he began descending down the stairs. Mr. Tuskie and Mr. O’Donnell giving each other a nasty glare before they went to join him, the three of them starting up a conversation about a recent sports game as they disappeared.

“So those were your dad’s friends?” Moose asked once the trio was out of earshot. “One of the towns top policemen and the guy who owns all those tax places.” He gave Pj a questioning glance. 

“Yeah I know, it’s weird.” Pj agreed. The pudgy man scratched his forehead, thinking over what circumstances would have led to his dad making such strange friendships. His concentration broke however when the doorbell rang. “I‘ll go and see who that is Moose.” He sighed turning to the front door. “Why don‘t you start on the first round of food while I answer it.”

“Alright Peeje.” The ape replied heading to the kitchen with a frown. “Just hurry, will you? I don’t think I know how to set up those stupid plates.”

Rolling his eyes at Moose’s helplessness in the kitchen Pj turned the doorknob and pulled the front door open. “Hello, how can I…“ Pj suddenly became tongue-tied when he saw who he had just opened his door for. Standing in front of him was the mayor of Spoonerville himself Reginald Anderson. The lion was still as regal and well dressed as he had been a few months ago when they had met at the New Year’s party.

“Ah, Mr. D’caht so nice to see you again.” The tawny colored lion said as he gave what could only be described as a politicians smile. “I hope things are well with you.”

Pj gawped up at the older man for a fer moments before he remembered his manners and stepped aside. “Um, n-nice to see you again sir, please come in.” Watching warily Pj stood there as the politician strolled past. “And… to answer your question. I’m doing fine.” 

“Good, good.” Mr. Anderson said absently as he removed his formal business jacket and placed it on the coat rack, yellow eyes never leaving Pj‘s face. “Have the others and your dad started the game yet?” He asked. “I’m afraid I was late in leaving the office. One of my councilmen just had to tell me about a fundraiser he‘s throwing.”

The younger man squirmed under the lion’s steady gaze. Despite how calm and gentle sounding Mr. Anderson’s seemed, it somehow felt like some sort of prey that was caught in its predator’s line of sight. “No they haven’t started yet Mr. Anderson.” Pj said politely. “At least I think. They were going downstairs just as you rang the doorbell.” 

Hearing that Reginald’s stiff posture deteriorated just a little and he clapped his hands together grinning, this smile unlike the first was seemingly genuine. “Wonderful, I wouldn’t want all of your father’s money to be gone before I’ve had the chance to clean his pockets.” The lion gave Pj a sly look then proceeded to make his way towards to the basement.  “One more thing Mr. D’caht.” He said looking over his shoulder. “If you wouldn‘t mind a question. I was wondering how that friend of yours… Mr. Frito was doing with his little business?”

“It’s Mr. Fraido sir.” Pj was quick to correct. He didn’t know why the lion had such a hard time remembering the rhino’s name. He briefly wondered if he did it on purpose “And his catering business is doing real good. He says that job he did for you at the party gave him a lot of other clients.”

“I guess the talk I had with my party guests about hiring your horned friend were successful then.” Mr. Anderson scratched his bearded muzzle. “I‘ve also talked to him a few times myself regarding the Easter celebration dinner.” He gave a warm chuckle. “After the glowing recommendation you and your father gave his food how could I pass up the chance to eat more of his food.” 

‘Wait… dad gave Mr. Fraido a “glowing recommendation”?’ Pj thought with a confused pout.

“Well, I suppose I better be going now.” Mr. Anderson said giving Pj a curt nod. “As always it was good talking to you boy.” The politician opened the basement door and headed down the steps. 

“Yeah… same here Mayor Anderson.” Pj said quietly as he watched the lion’s tuffed tail disappear down the steps. The hefty teen only moved again when he remembered what his dad had told him to do and decided to put the slightly strange conversation he had just had with the lion at the back of his mind. Joining Moose in the kitchen Pj quickly shooed the gorilla away from his disastrous attempt at arranging food platters and went to work. As he arranged the food for the men in the basement Pj began wondering how his dad could have made friends with Misters Anderson, Tuskie, and O’Donnell. All three of the older men were well respected in the community in one way or the other, while his dad was… well his dad was something completely different. Hopefully he would have a chance to find out during the course of the night.

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Midnight…

A pair of tired yawns signaled the sixth straight hour of Pete‘s men’s night and the sixth straight hour of Pj and Moose‘s forced servitude at said event. Sitting on the couch in the dimly lit living room, Moose stared at the TV screen eyes drooping as his companion flipped through the late night cable channels. Both hoping in vain that there would be something on that could occupy the time in-between climbing up and down the basement stairs, restocking the beers and food for the foursome of men below. 

“You know I thought this would be a lot more interesting.” Pj admitted with a stretch.

Moose gave a sleepy nod. “It might’ve been if we were allowed to join them down there.” He said. “I could use one of those nice cold beers right about now.”

“You could sneak one from the fridge.”

“And have your dad find out.” The gorilla shuddered. Pete had expressly told him that there be drinking from the private stash he had bought from the party. Which was a shame the primate thought. After he had tasted the stuff that night he had first fucked Pj and met his dad he had grown to crave the foreign brew. “I think I’ll wait.” Moose gazed over to the basement door as the sounds of loud talking and beer bottles clinking from the poker game below them wafted up through the wooden barrier. “Do you know how long these things go on for?”

Pj pursed his lips trying to remember. Honestly he had never really paid too much attention to when his dad’s poker game nights ended. Usually he was locked up in his room with nothing to do. So naturally he was in bed by nine, bored into a deep slumber. “I don’t really know Moose. But I’m sure it won’t be too much longer. I mean how much can my dad and his friends gamble for?”

As if speaking about them had caught the attention of the older men Moose’s phone came alive with a buzz, the small device signaling another command from their taskmaster. Pete had been using texts as a servant’s bell of sorts, typing orders without having to get out of his seat. Reaching for his cell Moose flipped it open and read the text aloud to Pj. “Bring down more beers; chips, and two subs. Fellas are staying for an extra three hours. And be sure to put on the jacket this time.”

Both boys moaned out “Crud!” and struggled to their feet. Together they padded into the kitchen and each went about their assigned chores. Moose taking four more beers out of the fridge while Pj put chips and sandwiches onto a plate. Once finished Pj turned to the taller boy. “Alright who’s taking it down this time?” 

“Rock-Paper-Scissors?” Moose suggested. Pj nodded and both of them drew, the younger man making scissors while the ape presented rock. “Heh, guess you’re lucky one this time Fatty.” He teased.

“Yeah so very lucky.” Pj said sarcastically. Sighing, the chubby man slipped on the butler’s jacket then took the beers from his boyfriend’s hands. “I’ll be right back.” He promised as he left the kitchen and then carefully made his way down the basement stairs, juggling the plate of sandwiches and drinks in his arms. Reaching the bottom Pj coughed lightly, the pungent smell of sweat and smoke assaulting his senses as he breathed in the acrid air of his dad’s playroom. “Dad and his friends have certainly been busy.” He remarked to himself.

Peering across the room the pudgy boy saw the four men in question huddled around a poker table with cards in hand as they listened intently to Mr. O’Donnell as he finished up yet another a dirty story. “--So after the horny plumber finishes fucking the lonely housewife she looks up at him smiling and says: That was your cock? I thought that was your socket wrench!” The dog wiggled his eyebrows which caused everyone at the table to erupt in boisterous laughter, the guffawing only dying down when they took notice to Pj watching them.

Annoyed at the interruption, Pete sat up from his hunched over position and beckoned him over. “‘Bout time ya got yer ass down here.” He growled. “Come on ain’t got all day! We’re hungry over here.” 

“Yes sir.” Pj said dutifully. Rearranging the plate he was carrying the hefty boy approached the foursome. As he got closer Pj saw that things didn’t seem to be going in his father’s favor. Which explained the waspish attitude the man had used when speaking to him. Almost all of the money on the table was piled up around Mr. Anderson. The lion looking as cool and collected as ever as he surveyed the poker table and the frowning faces of his friends. “Here you go dad. Four ice cold beers and chips.” Pj said putting his plate on the edge of the table. “I know you said you only wanted two subs, but I thought you’d rather have four. You know… heh, one for each of you.”

As Pj explained his choice in food stuffs he couldn’t help but take notice at how the four men had turned all their focus to him. Each of them giving him a strange look. One which left him feeling a tad uncomfortable. “See, what I tell you boys.” Pete said breaking the silence. “The kid is even better then a wife. Cleans, cooks, does the laundry, and waits on me hand and foot.”

“I could never get my ex to do any of those things D’caht.” Mr. Tuskie smirked. The large man used his trunk to take one of the beers in front of Pj and pop it open. “She always told me to get off of my lazy ass and do it myself.”

“Peg was the same way.” Pete frowned for a moment then gave his son a lecherous leer. “But at least the boy here stepped up fer me. Heh-heh he’d just ’bout bend over backwards if I told’um so. Ain‘t that right son?”

“Y-Yes sir.” Pj could feel himself blushing at his father’s double entendre as he handed out the remaining beers and subs. He was just thankful that no one else understood what was really being said. The younger man really didn’t know how they would react to the thought of his dad having sex.

Getting back to the business of playing their game, Pete turned back to his poker hand. “Anywho, let’s get back to bettin’ boys.” The car salesmen gave Mr. Anderson a dirty look. “I see Remmy’s last bet and raise’um another fifty.”
 
Reginald wagged his finger at his friend. “Careful you wouldn’t want to go bankrupt because you can’t be a gracious loser.” Remmy nonchalantly said, ignoring the glare his words earned him. “After all you have a son to look after.”

“You got a son ta look after.” Pete repeated in a childish mocking voice. “Mind yer own business Simba. My boy’s not gonna starve if he goes missin’ a few meals.” To prove his point the older D’caht poked at Pj’s belly, snickering when the younger man yelped when he was prodded. Pete knew that he would never grow tired of making his son squeal, either in bed or by making fun of him.

“Dad!” Pj whined as he batted his father’s hand away. He frowned but the older man only seemed to find more amusement in his reaction. It was obvious to Pj that his dad had consumed more than his fair share of the beer that night and was becoming drunk. Gathering the now empty plate he had carried down Pj decided that he really didn’t need to stay down there any longer and tried to leave.

His attempted escape was quickly derailed however, his father grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back towards the table. “Stop actin’ so prissy ya little brat and sit wit me and the boy’s fer a bit.” The older man commanded sternly. Roughly Pete pushed his son down into an empty chair next to him, Pj giving a grunt as he fell into his new seat. 

“But dad…” Pj began in an almost whine. “Can’t I just go back upstairs?”

“What did I tell you about bitchin’ boy?” Pete warned. 

Pj started to open his mouth about to argue, but quickly caught himself. He realized that It wouldn‘t do to get his dad angry and loose the promised reward. Moose after all, had acted like he wanted the money really badly. ‘Guess I have no choice.’ Pj thought to himself. Resigned to the fate giving to him by his dad the chubby boy pouted and slumped down in his seat.

“That’s a good boy.” Pete remarked happily getting his way. “Now keep it down and watch me wipe the floor with the suckers.” 

Pj did as he was told; giving that he had no choice and watched as the game continued. Mr. O’Donnell and Tuskie making their bets and adding greatly to the pile of cash at the center of the table. “Alright boys time to call’um.” Pete announced to the table. “What do you got Robby?” He asked turning to Mr. Tuskie. 

“It’s Robert.” The elephant insisted again. “And I “got” a pair.” There were several childish snickers which Pj rolled his eyes at. “Not that‘ll help me from the looks on your faces.”

“It won‘t trunks.” Henry teased. “Won’t help me either all I got is a pair too, mines higher though!”

“Well I have you both beat gentlemen.” Mr. Anderson laid out his cards. Which were a pair of twos and a pair of fours. “Two pair.” The cat appeared to be very satisfied with his perceived victory over his friends. That was until his gaze passed to Pete where he found an equally pleased smile directed right back at him. 

“HA, I got all you beat!” Pete threw his hand down showing them his cards. “Look at dis perfect straight to nine!” The other men in the room gave a groan while Pete quickly scooped up his prize gloating the entire time. “First time I won a hand all night!” He said looking to Pj. Then surprisingly he reached over and patted his son on the shoulder and proclaimed. “You must be good luck or sumthin’.”

“Or something.” Pj agreed quietly. The pudgy man ducked his head bashfully, strangely pleased that his dad had actually said something nice to him in front of others. The praise stopped right there however. The four older men falling back into silence while they started up another round, picking up the cards that were dealt to them and guarding them jealously. Pj also noticed that as they played round after round of poker that they joked, shared stories and mocked each other. All of which made him once again question how the four of them knew each other. His curiosity finally getting the better of him finally, Pj decided to break one of his dad’s rules and ask the question he had been wondering about all night. “Hey dad c-could I ask you something?”

Stopping in the middle of placing his bet, an annoyed Pete glanced over to his son. “Make it quick.” He said shortly.

“O-Ok sir.” Pj had half expected to be told to shut up. What with the older man loosing several games since Pj had sat down with them, despite what he had claimed about his son being lucky. “I was wondering how exactly do you all know each other.” Pj asked with an unsteady smile.

Pete sipped at his beer and gave the question a snort. “Well ya see boy, these here…” He pulled Mr. Anderson into an awkward sideways hug, one that the other cat cursed at while he pushed his inebriated host away. “…These here bastards are da best son of a bitches any fella could ever call their best friends!”

“Your friends with them?” Pj cocked his head in confusion. How could you say someone was a “bastard” and a “Son of a bitch” and still claim that you were best friends. The chubby man peered around the table for confirmation. He witnessed all of the other older men nodding in agreement as they hurled back similarly good-natured insults. “Wow… that’s really hard to believe.”

Pete threw three fifty dollar bills onto the table before responding to Pj’s disbelief. “You think that suitcase down at da lot and horn head are the only old pals I got?” When he received a shrug from his son Pete gave a huff, offended. “I’ll have you know boy, that me and these here bums have been real close-like ever since we was ankle-biters.”

A strange fondness crossed over the devious man’s face. “Yup, the four of us used ta roam the old neighborhood like we were kings.” Pete said continuing to reminisce. “Shopliftin’ stuff from the local mom ‘n’ pop store, Bullying da other kids, and then fleecin’um outta their hard earned allowance.” 

“I’ll see your one-fifty and raise you another hundred D‘caht.” Mr. Anderson spoke, adding some more of his money to the pool. “And if I might interject with your little stroll down memory lane Pete. I believe we also got caught more than once and had our little asses whooped by our parents.” The lion shook his head ruefully. “At least you, me and Robby always did. Henry seemed to get off scott free every time.”

The St. Bernard feigned offense at the comment. Placing his brown and white furred hand over his chest dramatically. “Hey it wasn‘t my fault me pa and ma thought I could do now wrong.” He defended. “I was just some poor wee boy who fell in with a trio of thugs.” The policeman pretended to wipe away a tear then glanced down at his cards. “Damn it… I fold.”

Mr. Tuskie chuckled at the dog’s misfortune while he put more money on the table. “You were just as bad as the rest of us O’Donnell and you know it!” The pachyderm claimed. “Do you all remember the time we got that Goof boy to believe that his treehouse was haunted?”

“Of course I do!” Remmy said, a mean spirited smile appearing on his face. “But what was even better was that time Pete convinced him to act as our personal slave for a month. Those fresh baked cookies we forced him to bake were the best I’ve ever had since.”

The four men all gave a hearty laugh at the memory of their old schemes. “What ever happened to the Goof anyway? He just disappeared after high school.” Henry suddenly asked as the amusement died down. He turned to Remmy and Robert, both of which shrugged. “You know D‘caht?”

Pete frowned down at his cards to avoid eye contact, not liking being reminded of the man who his ex-wife had run off with. He might have been happy with the way things had turned out with the constant sex, drinking and such. But it was still a sore spot. “Ferget ‘bout that Goof up mutt.” Pete said, changing the direction of the conversation. “All you bums should be worrin‘ 'bout is how yer hard earned cash is gonna disappear inta my pockets. Read’um and bawl yer eyes out chumps! Heh-heh, three of ’o’ kind again.” Happily the dark furred man laid his cards on the table. “

Making a sound of disgust, Robert threw his cards down on the table, folding his hand. Seeing this Pete’s triumphant smirk bloomed into a wide shit eating grin. “Come to daddy!” The delighted man reached forward to claim his prize. But, before Pete could place one gloved finger on the pot Reginald’s tawny colored hand grabbed his thick wrist. 

“Not so fast my friend.” The politician showed off his collection of cards. “I… have a flush I believe, and a royal flush at that!” Remmy almost purred the last part. Fully enjoying the killer glares that were shot at him from around the table. “Very fitting don’t you think? Seeing as I am a lion after all, the king of the beasts.”

Pete’s brows furrowed, an angry sneer marring his once gleeful face. “How da fuck did you get a royal flush you cheating son of a-”

“-Just pure luck my friend, just pure luck.” Remmy interjected before worst curses could be thrown at him. Licking his lips in a predatory fashion the lion reached forward and claimed his winnings. “So… do you boys think we should stop before I totally embarrass you or shall we go again?” Grumbling at the smug tone in their companion’s voice the trio of losers buckled down for another go, Pete dealing cards by flinging them across the table at his friends. Delighted at the prospect of winning again Remmy laughed. “Ah so there’s still some money in your wallets, wonderful! My wife could use a new pearl necklace.”

Pj looked on in both amazement and mild confusion as the next round of betting played out and was followed by the exchanging of cards. He had assumed, based on the way his dad had acted earlier that this was supposed to be a friendly game. But with the intense and surly mood permeating air now, he quickly realized that it was not. Pj was just glad that most of the savings him and his dad used to live was still safe at the bank. Because with the way Pete was acting Pj had little doubt that in his anger he would bet a million dollars just to stay in the game for the chance to win against Mr. Anderson.

The sound of a pleased hum coming from the Spoonerville mayor drew Pj out his thoughts of bankruptcy and back to the game. Remmy’s face had lit up as his eyes traveled over his hand of cards. “All right I shall start the second round of betting by seeing Robert’s bet and raising him… five hundred.” He announced.

With the high amount now sitting on the table both Robert and Henry instantly folded. Their own remaining pools of currency nowhere near that amount that Remmy‘s had put up. Pete didn‘t even flinch, holding his grown with his scowl still plastered on his face. The way the lion had been acting had bothered the larger man all night, Remmy putting up a hoity-toity air as he won game after game and drank his fancy imported beer. After all that there was no way Pete was going to allow his pride to be wounded by another defeat. The only problem with his hard headed determination however, was that he didn‘t have anywhere enough to even match what the lion had bet. The two hundreds in his front pocket were all that remained of the cash he had on hand.

Seeing the sweat on his host’s forehead as he waited, Remmy began drumming his manicured claws on the table top growing impatient. “Come on D‘caht.” He droned. “Either place your bet or admit defeat and fold. I have a meeting early tomorrow morning.”

“Give me a second will ya, ya big priss.” Pete growled dangerously. Searching around the playroom/den frantically the hustler tried to find something, anything that could be used in place of currency. The first thing his eyes had fallen onto was his plasma TV. ‘Naw, gotta have that ta watch porn on.’ He thought to himself. Next his expensive cam recorder sitting on its tripod across the room caught his attention. ‘No way I’m getting’ rid of that. Have’ta be able to tape my little fuck sessions.’ Finally out of desperation the big man wondered if maybe the lion would take a car. But even that was a bad idea he quickly realized. Remmy knew that he turned back the odometers on those old clunkers.’

Grunting in displeasure Pete was about to admit when he was beaten when he suddenly remembered the bored young man sitting next to him. At that thought a new idea forming in his mind. An awful, awful, awfully clever idea which brought about a sinister grin. “Alright Rems I’ll make a bet.” Pete began slowly. “But I ain’t got all that much cash so… you think you can take somethin’ else to cover the difference?”

“I’m not in the mood to drag home your junk D‘caht.” Remmy countered tiredly. Why couldn’t his imbecilic friend just let him win? Things would go so much smoother if his old buddy would just realized that he was the beat in every sense of the word. “Besides I can just as easy buy anything I want with this payday I have right here.”

Oh, there was no way in hell Pete was going to let that smartass get the better of him after he said that. The nerve, calling his crap a buncha junk! Crossing his arms over his chest and Pete stuck out his chin. “Trust me. What I’m gonna put on the table is worth its weight in gold. An’ trust me “it” weights a hellava lot”

His interest finally peaked; Remmy leaned forward in his chair and rested his chin on his hand. “I seriously doubt that you have anything I want, but do go on.” He goaded. “I could use a hearty laugh at your expense.” 

“Then get a giggle outta this Mr. Mayor.” Pete smirked. “I’ll bet my boy here ta cover the rest.”

The dark furred man thumbed over to Pj who snapped out of his bored daze and gawked at his father, mouth hanging open as he processed what had just been said. ‘Did… did dad just offer me up as a bet!?’ Pj asked himself.

Remmy had a similar reaction to the insane gambit. His hand slipping from his chin and causing him to faceplant into the table top. Recovering as fast as he could Mr. Anderson sat back up and shook his head. “I swear you never cease to surprise me Petey.” He started. “But… I’m going to have to decline.” The politician took out his wallet and opened it revealing a picture of a young lioness in a cheerleader outfit and a cub in a Peewee football uniform. Seeing at the photo Pj instantly realized that the young woman pictured in it was Jane Anderson. A girl Moose had dated off and on all of last year.

Continuing Remmy closed his wallet again. “So as you can see I already have a stunning daughter and son so I‘m in no need of an “heir” and if you were suggesting that your boy work for me then that‘d be a firm NO too. I have a more then capable staff.”

Pete gave his son a lustful look. One which made Pj’s stomach twist. In fear, revulsion, or building excitement he didn’t know which. “I weren’t talkin’ about letting’ ya keep him. I was offerin’ up his special services.”

Remmy appeared confused by what the other man had just said. “…Special services?”

“Yup real special. If I win, I get yer cash. But iffin you win my boy gets on his knees and gives you da best blow job you’ve ever fuckin’ had” Pete laughed as everyone in the room froze and stared back at him as if he had grown a second head.

“I’m not going to do that!” Pj shouted in weak outrage. When his dad gave him a nasty look he instantly deflated though slinking back into his seat. “I… I mean I’m not going to do that, sir?”

“Yes ya are brat, rule number three ‘member? Ya do anything I tell ya no whining” Pete reminded sternly. “Less you and the Monkey boy want to say goodbye to your money.” 

“B-But…” Pj bit his bottom lip to keep himself from saying more. His mind once again going back to the reward he had worked all night for. ‘Come on Peeje, dad could win the next hand. …Right?’ He told himself. ‘I might not have to do anything. He wouldn’t bet you on a lousy hand.’ Calmed by that thought Pj hesitantly nodded at his father. “Ok sir, I’ll do whatever you say. Just please win.”

Pete ruffled Pj’s head fur and sing-songed. “Don’t you worry yer pretty little head brat. What I got here is full proof.” 

“You’re actually going to make your boy there suck someone off to settle a bet!?” Robert asked, interrupting the pair. The elephant who had been watching shifted his eyes from father to son and back again several times. Trying and failing to wrap his mind around what he had just seen and heard.

“Make’um? Hell Tuskie he’s been doin’ it fer months for free.” Pete said shifting in his seat to face the gray man. “Boy’s been giving it up all over town. His teachers, the fat guy down at the deli.” He pointed up to the first floor. “Fuck, that monkey boy upstairs is his queer little boyfriend. Caught them foolin‘ around just this afternoon.”

Pj could feel his face turning beet red at what his dad was revealing to these men. His dad had not only just outed him but Moose and without a single bit of remorse at the fact. “Dad, come on! You don‘t need to tell them that stuff.” He said hushed.

Pete rolled his eyes at his son‘s bashfulness and started speaking loudly. “You ashamed now boy?” When Pj tried to avoid eye contact away, he gave a whooping laugh. “Fer fucks sakes! You weren’t all ashamed-like when I walked in on ya watchin’ porn an shovin’ a didlo up yer fat furry butt.”

The sounds of Henry coughing on the chips he had been munching on could be heard from the D’caht’s right. “Y-you walked in on him masturbating?” The St. Bernard choked out.

Pete peered over to the dog suspiciously for a second but answered him nonetheless. “Yup I did.” He made an obscene gesture mimicking what Pj had done that day five months ago, complete with squishing sounds. “He was so inta it that he didn’t even realize that I wuz there.”

“Dad!” Pj hissed in mortification. True the pudgy boy had done all those dirty things, and looking back on it even now caused his cock to twitch in his shorts. But it was still humiliating to have it voiced aloud. “Are you nuts or something you can‘t tell them that stuff!?!”

"Don't be stupid boy.” Pete snickered dirtily. Like always he was getting a real hoot out of the havoc he was causing. “I ain’t nuts, I'm shitfaced!” He finished his sentence by taking a long swill of his beer and belching loudly.

Pj slapped his forehead at the way his father was acting, patience with the man thinning considerably. ‘How is that supposed to make me feel better?’ He wondered.

“So what do ya say snaggletooth?” Pete said repeating his offer. The middle-aged man took out the two hundred in his pocket and tossed it at the other man. Pointedly ignoring his son’s outrage at him betting the reward he had promised. “You in or not?”  

Mr. Anderson eyed the D’caht’s for several moments. His steady gaze causing the younger man to hold his breath, still hoping for the lion’s refusal. Finally Mr. Anderson’s dour mood broke and he huffed. “I think I shall pass.” He told everyone. “I’ve won enough money tonight. And just so we are clear I’m not in the habit of having gay oral sex.”

“No, but yer in the habit of getting blown behind striper joints and screwin‘ around wit them pretty interns down at town hall.” Pete reminded the brown furred man. “At least that’s what ya been braggin’ about every time you come over.”

Remmy stood up fast his chair fast, the force he used almost tipping the piece of furniture over. “You know you’re not allowed to bring that up during our game.” He said snarling. “What goes on in our businesses stays at our businesses.” He slammed his hands on the table. “And for your information I do all of those things with women D’caht not queers!!”

“What’s da fuck’s difference?” Pete shrugged acting as if there wasn‘t an angry lion and politician yelling at him. “It’s a wet, warm mouth suckin’ on yer manhood. That’s all a true man needs. So just sit down and take da offer I‘m givin’ ya.” The large man wheedled. “All an all it‘s in yer best interest? You either win and get yer rocks off or crap out and only loose a few hundred bucks.”

“He’s right Remmy” Henry joined in. “You really don‘t have much to lose here.”

“What do you care about any of this O’Donnell?” Remmy snapped. “You folded.” 

Henry flinched. “Nothing j-just trying to help you decide.” The policeman defended unconvincingly. 

“Yeah wadda ya got ta loose.” Pete mocked eyeing Henry with a speculative gaze. “Of course maybe yer just a big ol’ pussy… … … cat after all and too scared to play me no more.” 

Remmy inhaled deeply then let it out slow. The Spoonerville mayor was starting to feel cornered. He couldn’t just let the three other men think that he was actually afraid of losing to that fat bastard sitting across from him. Both of them had been one upping each other since they had met in grade school. “Fine…” He finally ground out. “I’ll take your fucking bet.” Sitting back down Remmy picked up his hand and did his best to regain his composer. “But let’s raise the stakes; I’ll put another five hundred on the table as a special ante. Just to show you who’s the real pussy cat D‘caht. No need for you to match it.”

“That’s awful nice of ya Anderson.” Said Pete, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Call the showdown and show your hand.”

Reginald did just that. “I have two pairs, both sevens.”

Pete stared at the cards for several moments then cursed. “Fuck it, I got nuthin’.” He threw the cards over his shoulder. “I thought I had’um wit those two fours.” 

“A pair of fours!” Pj groaned. His dad had bet him with only a simple pair of fours. “I should have just stayed in my room like I usually do.”

“You don’t have to worry my boy.” Remmy assured the distraught younger man. “I have no intention of cashing in on your services. Sowing your father who is the better player and man was more than enough for me”

“What’s wrong Anderson My son’s not good enough ta suck on yer lil’ knob.” Pete taunted. “Just take the pot and let him do it. None of us are gonna tattle on you to yer wife or voter base.”

Remmy gave a dismissive huff. “That might be true but I don’t want to-” He began haughtily.

“-I knew Mr. “Family Values” wouldn’t do it.” Robert butted in. The elephant who had been quiet during the whole event chuckled. “And here I was hoping to see something interesting tonight.” 

Henry mouth hung open. “You were interested in seeing Remmy get head from another man?” 

“Not preciously.” The elephant clarified. “Just seeing if our friend here would unclench his ass and do it. Which I suspected he wouldn‘t. After all we all know He’s is far, far too uptight to do anything like that in front of us. He’s only comfortable doing something dirty as long as it’s hidden behind the curtains of a hotel or in the back room of some shady associates business like some sort of naughty little boy.”

Both Pete and Henry joined the other man in his amusement, laughing hardily. “Yer right what was I thinking? Da prissy little puddy-cat would rather drop dead b’fore he‘d yanked his junk out in public.” Pete winked and nudged a relieved looking Pj with his elbow. “See boy that’s why I bet you. Yup, knew that he’d never let you lick his pride rock.”

“M-Me to.” Henry added his laughs sounding half hearted

Pj didn’t know if he should believe his dad or not but was happy that everything worked out. “Thank goodness, I was scared there for a moment.” He sighed. The money might be gone but at least he didn’t have to debase himself. He’d just have to make it up to Moose later somehow.

“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU PACK OF ASSHOLES I’M DOING IT!” Remmy roared. The feline had, had enough of sitting there and having his well-honed façade of self-righteousness mocked. He would show them that he could be as just a wild as they could! Growling and grumbling the lion pushed his chair back and flopped down in it. Next he reached for the zipper on his starched and well ironed pants and pulled them down, reaching inside and pulling out a flaccid piece of thick lion meat. “Get to it Mr. D’caht.” He commanded. “I’m… *gulp* …collecting my prize.”

Pete examined his friends cock appreciatively; it was just as big as he remembered from the locker rooms in high school all those years ago. No wonder he had all those lady friends and generous old ladies handing out butt load of cash. Turning back to his son Pete had to snap his fingers to get the boy‘s attention. “You heard him son get over there.”

“W-What?” Pj startled at the loud snap. He had been so preoccupied with staring at Mr. Anderson’s penis that he had gone into a daze. But, where his dad had simply just appraised the organ he had looked at it with hunger. Mouthwatering and palms sweating as he thought all sorts of dirty activities, one could involve themselves in with something like that to play with. When he realized what he had been doing Pj mentally scolded himself. He couldn’t do that stuff, not in front of everyone watching him at least. Maybe if he played it right the older men would forget all about his anger and either leave or take him somewhere private. “Um, Dad c-can’t we do it later or something?” He asked trying to back out. 

Pete answered the question by standing up and pulling his son out of his seat with him. “You heard the windbag boy, get over there and suck!” He ordered. “We D’caht men don’t welsh out on a bet.” Truth be told, Pete didn’t care one bit about honor. All he wanted was to see his slutty son with his lips wrapped around his oldest buddy’s dick. Stepping aside he motioned for the boy to get started.

Pj glanced over to Remmy again, the lion looking anywhere but at him as he nervously waited in his seat. “Fine I’ll do it.” He lamented halfheartedly. Hesitantly the pudgy boy passed his father and began padding towards his “chore” every pair of eyes on him as he did.

Reaching the halfway point it became apparent that Pj must have been taking too long, because after he gave an annoyed grunt Pete gave his son a sharp slap on the bottom saying. “Quit stallin’ boy, you an’ me both know yer already drollin’ at the thought of that thing in yer mouth.” The sudden sting from the older man’s hand against his flesh caused Pj to stumble forward and land onto his hands and knees, His nose coming into direct contact with the tip Mr. Anderson’s awaiting penis. 

Feeling hot and humid breath caressing his soft flesh Remmy let out an unexpected growl. Despite how “disgusting” all this was he was still a man. Still weak to the sensations. “Hurry up Mr. D’caht.” He urged. “I don’t have all night to sit here like this.”

“Might as well boy do it.” Robert advised. The elephant tutted and bit into one of the subs as he watched the spectacle. “The sooner you start the sooner he’ll push you off and we can get back to playing our game.”

Pj supposed the pachyderm was right. Carefully he took hold of Remmy’s cock and gave it a few tentative strokes. The once limp organ imminently began to swell and harden in his palm, its master’s breath hitching as he was played with. “Well… here it goes.” Pj opened wide and took the lion’s member into his maw. Instinctively sucking on it with all the expertise he had accrued the time since he had been doing it.

Remmy let out a shuddering moan and rolled his head back as he was worked on. Involuntarily he felt his tail swish and his eyes drift shut, the sensation of a wet mouth engulfing his cock reaching his brain and short-circuiting it. ‘By fuck this kid’s got one hell of a mouth on him and that tongue! It knows just the right places to stroke.’ He thought. But suddenly he remembered where he was and opened his eyes again. Not surprising there were his so-called friends grinning at him. “WHAT!” He growled defensively. “I-I-I-I I’m just enjoying my prize. Yes, that‘s all, enjoying what I have won.”

“Sure, that‘s what yer doin’.” Pete scoffed. “Don’t try ta deny it. We all know the little mayor down there is the real boss.”

Remmy huffed but remained silent. They were right he realized. But so what if it felt good why not do it? That had been his motto during his whole career after all. Leaning back Remmy decided to just let it go and reached up to put his hand on Pj’s. But before he did he stopped at the last second, paw hovering. Usually his sexual partners couldn’t handle it when he got worked up and tried to face fuck them.

The younger man had sensed the movement above him and pulled his mouth away from the dick in his mouth. “I… I don’t mind if you do that sir.” Pj admitted shyly. “If I’m being truthful I a-actually sorta like it.”

“He does.” Pete assured. “Just loves getting face fucked.”

“You seem awfully knowledgeable about your son’s sexual habits Pete.” Robert started suspiciously.  

Pete playfully gave the larger man the middle finger. “So what if I am Robby?” Pete picked up the deck of cards they had been using and returned to his seat. “Hey how ‘bout we play another round of poker Robby? No need to just sit here and watch those two go at it all night.”

“It. Is. Robert!” Mr. Tuskie reminded. “And yes I’ll play you again. What about you Henry?”

Henry tore his eyes from Remmy and Pj’s public display of lewdness at the mention of the game resuming. “Um… yeah sure… sure.” The canine said distracted. “But I thought you were tapped out D’caht.” 

“Dam right I am.” Pete quickly shuffled the deck then started dealing the cards. “But I could be persuaded to offer up a few my worldly possessions iffin yer willin’ ta put enough moola up.” The scheming man figured that there was no way he’d lose now. Not with Anderson busy getting head.

Starting to play the trio tuned out the sounds of slurping and pleased hums and began betting. Meanwhile Pj and Remmy were very much engrossed in what they were doing. Pj busy concentrating on the warm and thick cock in his mouth while Mr. Anderson became lost in the stunning blow job he was on the receiving end of. “Dam Mr. D’caht you certainly do know what you’re doing don‘t you.” Having been given permission earlier the lion grabbed the back of the Pj’s head and began to thrust up shallowly. “That’s it take it deep boy. You’re almost as good as Mrs. Rosewater was.” It felt good to force his meat into the boy’s mouth. Pj resemblance to his father when he was younger giving him a thrill. If only he could have done this to Pete then. That would have knocked the smug ass down a few pegs.

Pj had almost choked hearing the name that spilled from the lips of the man above him. Mrs. Rosewater was the matriarch of the richest family in town. The plump octogenarian was also the biggest contributor to Mr. Anderson’s last re-election campaign. Many had wondered why she had so suddenly agreed to sponsor him giving her previous disagreements with every one of the lion’s political views. The whole thing made complete sense now. Pj had the feeling that anyone would give Mr. Anderson what he wanted when they saw what he had hidden away. The hefty man also knew why his dad and the lion were friends now. They were so very, very much alike.

“HOT DAM!” Henry shouted in the near silence in the basement. “I finally won one!” Pj slowed down what he was doing to see what the commotion was. Mr. O’Donnell had begun dancing… rather badly. All the while whooping and cheering at his victory. The whole thing would have had Pj giggling at the absurdity. But, of course he couldn‘t do that with someone’s dick filling up his mouth.

Still dancing Henry grinned at the two men he had beaten. “Well time to hand over what I won boys.” Robert gathered the money on the table with his trunk and slid it towards the St. Bernard muttering curses the whole way. “Lucky bastard.”

New found good mood blocking all ill will Henry didn’t notice the elephant’s choice in language and happily took his prize. “This is just enough for the next three payments on my grill.” The dog quickly pocketed the cash. “You gotta pay up too Pete.”

Pete grunted and lazily waved at his son. “Go ahead and knock yerself out kibble breath. Hope the blow jobs to yer likin’.”

Pj let Mr. Anderson‘s cock fall from his mouth so that he could glared weakly at his father. “You bet me a second time.” He asked. 

“Hey don’t look at me it was his idea.” Pete said pointing to Henry. “Ain’t that right puppy dog?”

“Whatever.” Henry said absently as he pulled his dick out of his pants. He really didn’t care anymore about what the others thought about his behavior. After hearing and seeing the blow job Remmy was getting he was in desperate need of some attention himself. “Let the kid go Anderson it’s time someone who enjoys a good blow jobs to have a turn.”

Remmy gave the other man a scathing look. “I haven’t finished yet.” He told him. Then realizing what he had just said he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I cannot believe I just said that!”

‘Quit yer yappin’ over there.” Pete huffed. The feline and Mr. Tuskie had begun playing again. “You two can share’um. Give them a double boy!”

“Oh…. Ok dad.” Pj peered up to the man he had been fellating and giggled nervously at what he was about to do. He had done a similar act only yesterday when both his dad and Moose had argued about who was to go first. Both men had seemed to enjoy his actions and had praised it as a wonderful idea. “Could you please stand up sir?” Pj asked giving Mr. Anderson’s cock a shy lick.

“S-Sure.” Remmy replied slowly his mind sparking from the simple action. Not knowing what exactly to expect He silently allowed himself to be moved into position by the younger man. Ending up standing chest to chest with an equally befuddled Henry, both their cocks almost touching as they waited patiently for what was to come. Without warning both men joyfully became enlightened when their cocks were mouthed by the boy on his knees in-between them. Pj nosily and sloppily trying his best to contain both of them between his lips. 

“By god that feels good.” Henry cried out. In his euphoria the police officer too hold of his friends shoulders trying to remain grounded while his most sensitive area was tongue lashed vigorously. “Keep… keep it up lad. Ol‘ Henry is just lovin’ what you’re doing.”

“You seem really comfortable with this Henry.” Remmy said, studying his friends face. The lion shuddered when Pj‘s tongue ghosted over the tip of his cock. “Ha… Have you gotten head from young men before?”

The St. Bernard’s eyes shot open and he gave the feline a panicked expression. “Well… ah, you see Rems it’s not that I’m used to it… it’s… … just that-”

“Don’t bother lying no more O’Donnell you‘ve blown yer little secret already.” Pete said stopping the incessant rambling. “And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout all that missing evi-ma-dence.” The dark furred man took a sip from his bottle of beer, being sure Henry saw the obscene way he fellated the top of it. “You like getting’ yer Johnson sucked by the boys you keep down in lock up don’t’cha”

“I-I have no idea what you’re going on about D’caht.” Henry insisted. But even as he spoke the words he could feel a blush creep up his face at what the larger man was implying.

Pete gave a glare that made the canine flinch. He was getting pissed off at being lied at in his own home. “What I‘m talkin‘ about Doggy.” Pete huffed. “Is how you go and make them boys down at the lockup give you head fer special perks.” Robert’s and Remmy both made faces of disgust at what Pete had just revealed. In all the years they had known the decorated police officer they never even suspected that he swung both ways.

When Pete saw they looks on the other two men’s faces he snorted. “Oh now don’t you two start actin‘ so high and mighty. We’re all a bunch of bums.” He motioned over to the standing lion. “I mean look at you Rems, yer getting head from a guy right now!” The used car salesman smirked at Mr. Tuskie. “And you, wit those eighteen foster kids you declared on yer last IRS form?” 

“It’s Robert, Pete.” The elephant told him firmly, then with a jovial tone. “As for my nonexistent children there doing well! In fact I might double the number next year. The family could use a trip to Hawaii.” Robert placed his cards down on the table. “I’m calling it Peter, highest cards an eight.”

Pete laughed and proudly showed his cards. “Well mines a ten.”

“Fine fine you win.” Robert blinked as he saw all the money on the table, seeing a substantial pile sitting there when he did. “What on earth… did I bet that much money?”

“Yup you did.” Pete confirmed. “You just kept on goin’ higher and higher heh-heh. Guess you was a little distracted gawkin’ at them three fucks. Huh, Robby?” 

Robert nodded absently not paying attention to what he had been called. Pete was right he had been watching them out of the corner of his eye. It had just been so long since he had had any kind of real sex. All the sounds and atmosphere developing in the small room were beginning to get to him as he watched Pete’s son pleasured the men standing above him, worshiping the two thick cocks he had within his grasp. “Hey Petey do you think your boy will do me next?” The elephant asked after a few moments

“Don‘t see why not.” Pete grinned; it never surprised him how easily “straight” men caved in when they saw someone else getting blown by some gay slut. “I’m no sore winner so I’ll be happy ta let you have a go. Free of charge of course. Heh-heh bet the little whore over there will just go a droolin‘ when he sees the ol‘ second trunk you got swingin‘ Robby.”

“You sure he’ll do it?” Robert reached down and patted the bulge in his pants. “I’ve been told… well you know.” Being an elephant Mr. Tuskie of course was rather well endowed. A fact that he was very proud of. But that same size had also chased off a lot of the women he had dated since his devoice. None of them being able to handle his girth. 

“Fuck long-nose just whip it out and watch.”  Pete gave him a lecherous wink. “He’ll go scramblin’ for the chance to taste it.”

Not needing to be told twice Robert did just that unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants halfway down around his legs. “Excuse me gentlemen!” The elephant called out. “But I think I have something your new little friend might be interested it.

Pj snapped out of his lust induced trance to turn to Mr. Tuskie. “Wow…” The boy said absolutely flabbergasted, wide eyes taking in every detail of the colossal sized member that was now on display. Robert had to have had the largest cock the younger man had ever seen. The almost fifteen inches of dull gray meat stood upright from a brush of wiry pubic hair, its shaft as thick as the bear bottles the men had been drinking from all night.

“See what did I tell ya.” Pete slapped the elephant on the arm. Did he know his son or what? “Get that ass over here Pj and give Robby here some ’o’ that special lovin’ touch you got.”

Pj bit his bottom lip and started crawling towards the older men, the desire to do what he had been told squashing any reluctance he might have brought up at being treated like some whore. When he was finally able to touch the pachyderm’s hefty hard-on Pj wrapped both his hands around the shaft and imminently started laving the turgid pillar of flesh with great eagerness. Tracing the veins crisscrossing across the surface and making Mr. Tuskie to moan lowly as he spread his thighs to give the kneeling boy better access.

Noticing that Pj wasn’t about to come back and suck him off now, Remmy glared at the older D’caht. “What the fuck.” He accused. “Pete we haven’t finished over here.”

Pete chuckled, liking how the lion had now completely thrown away his pride and was whining like a kid who‘s Christmas toys had been taken away. “Don’t worry pal, you’ll git another chance for a milkin’.” He told him. Suddenly the sound of the basement door opening and of someone walking down the steps reached Pete’s ears. He was wondering when his other bitch was going to get curious enough to come downstairs. “In fact here comes yer chance right now Snaggletooth.”

“Hey Peeje what’s taking so long down here.” Moose called out as he ducked his head into the room. The gorilla had been all alone upstairs since his boyfriend had disappeared into the basement. Becoming more and more worried as time went by and the pudgy boy failed to reappear. The older boy’s worries instantly vanished however when he took in the scene downstairs. “Well… this explains why you never came back.” He said eyes assessing the situation. “What did I tell you Mr. D about not telling me when he gets all worked up?”

“Monkey boy iffin I went an told you ’bout every time the little slut comes waggin’ that big butt of his wantin’ to get plowed, I’d have no time fer anything.” Pete laughed. The middle-aged man stood up and began taking off his pants. “Get them clothes off and give my friends over there some attention. The mayor over there has to get off real bad.”

When Pete‘s pants fell limply to the floor and pooled around his ankles Moose became instantly horny. As usual the older man wasn‘t wearing underwear, the cock he had come to know a great deal bobbing up and down in the open air. “Anything you want Mr. D!” The primate hurriedly began to undress throwing his clothing every which way as he exposed his furry body. Finally naked the twenty-two year old went over to Remmy and dropped to his knees. “Just so you know I don’t just go blowing every guy I meet.” He joked. 

Remmy peered down at Moose with a curious eye. “Do I know you?” He asked. For some reason the young ape just seemed so familiar to him. As if he had seen him somewhere before, but for the life of himself couldn‘t place where.

“I don’t think so.” Moose replied. He had gotten the same feeling of déjà vu now that he was in front of the tawny furred man. But the jock quickly pushed the feeling back, after all if it was important that he’d remember he certainly would have. Lurching forward Moose opened his mouth and began sucking on the lion’s erection. Taking it right down to the base in one felled swoop, his nose mashed up against copious amounts of brown colored pubic hair. ‘Dam it… I’ve had way too much practice doing this with Mr. D.’ He chuckled to himself.

While Moose started to pleasure his friend across the room Pete gave Henry a lust filled smirk then sauntered over to his son. “You know I’m startin’ to think this is gonna ta be our best man’s night we’ve ever had.” The large man grunted as he got down on to his knees behind his son and pulled his son’s shorts down, tighty-whities and all.  “All I was hopin’ for was a ass-load of money, and now I’m goin’ ta get an ass-load of ass, Heh-heh.” After giving his son a sharp slap on one his butt cheeks Pete parted the well rounded mounds and proceeded to nudge his index finger against Pj’s back door.

“I… *yesss* …I knew that you… *AHHH* …knew a little too much about your kids love life.” Robert said panting. The elephant leaned forward, witnessing as the older cat began to finger fuck his son. The large digit going in and out of a tight little hole with great speed. “I wish I could get into something that tight.”

Pete turned his focus away from what he was doing and up to the other man. “Ya wanna try it?” He asked. 

Pj stopped in his incessant licking to look back over his shoulder at his dad. “Dad, don’t give him any ideas please.” he pegged. Yes he liked the pachyderm’s large endowment but there was no way he would be able to fit all that up his backside. 

Pete just gave the boy a hard pinch on the bottom for his refusal. “Rule number three: I’m dad boss.” he repeated. “And don’t go worryin’ we ain’t just going to skewer you on that fucker right off da bat. Me, Moose, Rems, and Henry here are goin’ ta go first so yer all nice and open-like.”

Pj gasped softly at the thought of having five men all fucking him. “Y-you sure that would work.”

“Not gonin’ to hurt to try.” His father shrugged. “It worked on them three show girls we picked up in Vegas last year. Remember fellas?” The three other middle-aged men all nodded their faces becoming slightly more lustful. “Alright then, let’s start ourselves a little orgy.” Pete clapped his hands together and peeled off his sweat stained shirt. “That is iffin no one has any objections.”

“Whatever happens here stays here Pete” Remmy said seriously. He felt that he was going to regret this later but after having his dick blown by not one but two gay men he was far beyond turning back. “Cause if I hear any word about any of this then I’m out.”

“I’ll be in jus as much trouble as you would dumbass.” Pete huffed. “B’sides I haven’t said a thing to anyone ’bout yer other shit. ’cept for telling’ these guys tonight that is.”

“Fine then. …I’m in.” Remmy began unbuttoning his shirt. The well-made dress shirt falling to the floor once it was off. “But this better be good.”

“I’m in as well.” Mr. Tuskie said from his seat in front of Pete. 

“That’s what I thought. What a‘bout you Henry, you gonna join in on the-” Pete started to turn to the last man as he spoke. But, found out that he had already been answered when he saw that the St. Bernard was already buck naked, save for his cap which still sat on his head. The dog stroking himself frantically as he watched everyone. “Fuck I didn’t even need to ask. Yer as big a slut as my son here is. Aren’t you O’Donnell?”

“That’s what my sergeant always told me.” Henry said shamelessly. Grinning he reached down to Moose and started to twist a pert nipple. “But who cares… I’ll admit it myself. I like fucking around with men.”

“So do I buddy!” Pete positioned himself behind Pj, engorged member prodding against the boys gaping and spit covered hole. “SO DO I!” Grabbing the boy’s hips the horny man pushed forward, rock cock instantly granted entrance into the hot tight nirvana of the chunky ass offered. “Fuck slut you’re really tight tonight.” He sighed starting to thrust rapidly. “Gonna have ta work fuck you doubly hard to get this thing ready for the big finale.”

Pj mumbled a yes sir as he was ridden and made sure to use as much spit as he could to lube the elephant’s mammoth member. His enthusiasm seemed to be too much for the older man however. Because after a few more minutes of his sloppily sucking, Robert began to groan like a wounded beast. Trumpeting as his cock erupted, a geyser of thick cum arching into the air from the tip and raining down on the surprised boys head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK!” The large gray man exclaimed as he rode his climax out.

“Whoa there she blows.” Henry laughed. “You don’t have much of a resistance built up do you trunks.”

“You‘ll have to excuse me Officer O’Donnell but I so rarely have the chance to enjoy something like this.” Robert answered with tired breath. The taxmen got up from the chair he had been sitting in and stumbled past Pj and Pete heading to a more comfortable spot, Pete leather recliner. “But don’t worry I’m still up for having sex with our little friend here. Just… just give me awhile to recover please.”

“Take all da time you need buddy, we got till sunup ta screw these sluts eight ways ta Sunday.” Pete wrapped his arms around his son’s body and pulled him up so that the boy’s back was pressed against his wide chest. Kissing the shorter man on the back of the neck he next proceeded to reach down and stroke Pj’s now exposed hard-on in tune with his vigorous gyrations. “B’sides who in hell could stay soft watching a stud like me pound-i-nate the fuck outta some queer horny bitch like m‘boy here.” 

“I really, *oh god* wish you wouldn’t call me that.” Pj managed to get out between thrusts. Yeah sure he was that in a way. But, still it was a little embarrassing.

“I’ll call you whatever I want.” Pete laughed. He increased his movements abandoning Pj’s dick so that he could grab him by the hips and hold him still as he jack hammered upward. His cock invading the younger man’s ass again and again a dull thwack accompanying each volley. “Are we clear on that?”

“Crystal clear dad!” Pj moaned to the ceiling, all impertinence fleeing him faster than shifting sand.

Over with Moose, Henry, and Remmy. The lion was starting to feel his own orgasm starting to creep up on him. His toes curling in his expensive shoes and his breath growing shorter with each second he stood there allowing his lionhood to be nursed on by the boy below him. It would only take a few more sucks before Remmy lost all self-control and came, shooting his load down the throat pleasuring him. But before he could finish something caught his attention. Moose in his fever had moved onto his balls and was mumbling dirty talk. “Fuck yeah this is just what I need.” The ape said.

Those words triggered the Politician’s memory the last piece of the puzzle of where he had met Moose before clicking into place. “You fucking little shit!” The politician grabbed Moose by his head fur and forced the boy to look him in the eye. “Your that bastard who I caught sneaking outta my daughter’s bedroom her senior year!”

“OH CRAP!” Moose suddenly realizing where he had seen the other man himself. Him and Mr. Anderson’s daughter, Jane Anderson had spent quite a lot of time in the girl’s pink and lace decorated bedroom at her dad‘s lavish mansion. The two of them enjoying quite a few heavy petting sessions among other activities her senior year. Jane had only broken it off with him because her father had come home early one day and caught them red handed. Moose having to escape by climbing out of her window and down a really splintery birch tree buck naked to avoid getting his balls cut off by her enraged father. “I-I-I-I-I can explain!”

“Like hell you will.” Remmy pushed Moose onto his back and clutched the gorilla’s raised legs in a nearly bone break grip. “I’m going to teach you to steal my girls cherry.” He growled his face twisting into rage. Quickly the angry feline slid his pants the rest of the way down his waist and positioned his still steel hard cock at Moose’s asshole. Not missing a beat he then slammed it home and started to into fuck the man under him with an animalistic fury. “I’m going to make you regret fucking her, by screwing your ass so hard you won’t walk right for three months!”

With the force being dealt to him Moose almost believe the older male. But thankfully he had endured more powerful poundings from Mr. D’caht so he knew he’d be alright. ‘At least this is the worst I’m going to get.’ Moose thought grinding his teeth. ‘Not a bad punishment.”

Pete couldn’t hold in his laughter at the way the yellow furred man was acting. Who knew the lion was into revenge fucking. Feeling Pj begin to push back because of his lull in jack hammering Pete decided to try something new and pulled out. “Get on top of me real quick-like boy.” He said as he got on his back. The older man pointed his dick straight up and gave Pj and expectant look. “Well hurry!”

“Ok dad.” Pj was eager to obey his father and straddled his large waist. The thick dick that had been fucking him moments ago comfortably slipping back into his body with an obscene sounding squish. “Oh… Sir… please…” He said dreamily as he began to ride him. 

“Heh-heh good boy.” Pete enjoyed the sensations from his son rocking back and forth on top of him for a while before he lifted his head and glancing over to Henry. He noticed that the police officer seemed to be torn between greed and lust as he watched the rough sex between Remmy and Moose. “Hey mutt, come over here and put that limp dick o’ yers to good work.”

“Watch who you calling limp dick bucko.” Henry snapped back. The dog did as he was told anyway padding over to the father and son and squatting down next to Pete‘s head. “Now, what do you want?” He wondered, lowering his head. “Feel like sucking on my prod?”

“Fuck no I don’t do that.” Pete told him with a huff. “I want you to work yerself into my kid’s ass; I wanna try double teaming ‘im”

Mr. O’Donnell grinned at the prospect and scrambled to get behind the younger D‘caht. “I haven’t done this since the academy.” He remarked just before he carefully worked his way into Pj’s hole.

“Shit that’s tight!” Pete cursed. Together with Henry the two men began moving Pj back and forth. The younger man having trouble with the extra girth at first but quickly getting the hang of it as he was filled up more than he had ever been before.

“F-F-F-F-FUCK IT MR. ANDERSON!” Moose cried out cumming. The ape made a pained but decidedly pleased face as rope after rope of his own seed landed on his chin and chest. “W-Wow this feels sooo good.”

“Good?” Remmy leaned down so that he and Moose were nose to nose. “It was supposed to be your punishment for what you did!”

“Some punishment.” Robert said from his spot on the recliner. “The boy acted as if he loved it.”

Mr. Anderson pursed his lips. The ape under him hadn’t been “tortured” enough in his opinion. Seeing Robert sitting across from them he got an idea on how he could remedy that. “Go over there and eat out the fatass over there kid.” He commanded. 

Moose instantly sobered up from his post coitus high. “What, No!” the football quarterback had only rimmed Pj and Pete before. So the idea of doing it to a stranger seemed gross. 

“Do it boy.” Pete ordered him. “All them ground rules are still standin’.”

Moose pouted at being made to rim the large elephant but stood up just the same and instructed the long nosed man to remove his clothing and bend over the chair so that he could get started. Robert gave the boy an unsure look not really sure if he wanted to have his hole eaten out as he got into position, but as soon as his large grey cheeks were parted and a curious tongue began to drill into him he knew he was hooked. “Humm… that’s it, dig really deep in there. It feels wonderful.”

Remmy who was delighted at the groan of embarrassment that Moose made as he was told to go deeper. Decided to up the torment he grabbed the back of the boy’s head and pushed it forward hard into his friend’s large furrow. “Like the way ass tastes monkey?” He taunted. “Bet wish you hadn’t walked into my house now.”

“Uh-uh!” Moose hummed defiantly. The smug declaration earned the gorilla the pleasure of having his face ground harder into the hairy crack in front of him. Remmy wanting to show the little fucker who was boss here.

The sound Of Henry wildly moaning from behind Pj singled the dogs climax as he shoot into the tight hole he was fucking. The creamy cum making the slippery friction between his and Pete’s members almost too much to take. “This is the best night I’ve had in a long time.” He said falling back onto his hindquarters. “I hope I’ll get another chance.”

The police officer now gone Pete rolled Pj over onto his back with the acrobatic expertise of a seasoned porn star and started fucking him with earnest. “What do ya say Boy you willin’ ta let my buddy have a’nuter go at you.” He said shifting his hips like a whip.

Pj groaned as is dad rubbed against his prostrate. “I… *ah!* …I think I‘d be up to that sir!” Moaning the pudgy boy wrapped his legs around his father’s waist and tried his best to push him in deeper. It only took a few more savage strokes before Pete lost his battle with endurance and came into the snug hole he had been fucking, pulling out at the last moment so that he could shoot the final few squirts across the younger man’s chubby belly. “You… you think I’m ready for Mr. Tuskie now dad?”

“Not yet.” Pete stood up and stretched with an audible pop sounding from his back. “I’m getting too old to fuck on da floor. Hey, Rems get yer high polluty-nating hiney over here! We need him to get my son here open nice and wide.” 

Remmy gave Moose one last sneer before he went to do as he had been asked. Pulling Pj onto all fours before he mounted him with little effort. “I must admit I was not expecting such an unusual time here tonight.” He admitted. “All I wanted to do is play poker.”

“‘Bout that you still feel like playing after this.” Pete leaned down and whispered into the lions round ear. “Cause I won an awful lot from those two smucks over there and I’m lookin’ to get myself more.”

“More likely you’ll lose more D’caht.” The lion chuckled. The lion shifted into a squatting position on his tiptoes and really ground into the ass in front of him. “But I’m game if you are.”

“Just what I like to hear.” Pete cuffed the other man on the chin then joined Moose and Robert, Grabbing the ape by the hips and fucking without even saying another word. The six men continued each of their individual tasks for a while. The room filling with the sounds of sweaty skin slapping against skin, hungry sounding slurps and groans as the permeating stench of rutting men drove them to their climaxes. Remmy was the next to fire off, dam finally breaking after being blown and fucking both boys. Moose was quick to try and take his place with his boyfriend. Coming up for air out of Mr. Tuskie’s ass and gently pushing Pete back and asking if he could go next.

“Tap’um like a keg of booze Monkey boy.” Pete encouraged him after giving the younger man a scorching kiss. “I think I feel like playing poker right now anyway.” The four men sat back around the table as Moose and Pj started to rut. The gorilla preferring to spoon Pj as he thrusted into him from behind while Robert now recovered from his earlier orgasm jacked off and divided his attention between the two boys and the game being played.

Pj began to feel his toes curl and his balls itch only a moment before he shot off. “Oh, man Moose, its coming!” He informed his sex partner. Moose only held him tighter and joined him, both of them shooting off at the same time to twin moans of completion. They laid there catching their breath for a while before there was an annoyed cough from above them. 

Pete was glaring down at the duo from his seat at the poker table. “Knock off the cuddlein’ sluts, you still go a whole lot more fuckin’ ta do tanight.” Robert suddenly appeared above the pair and pulled Moose always from his lover. “Sorry Mr. …Moose was it? But, I think it’s my turn.”

Moose graciously accepted the breather picking up a beer after he made sure Pete allowed it and popping it open. “Just don’t wear him out. I’m young so I’ve got plenty of more steam.”

“As do I.” Ungraciously Mr. Tuskie sat down on the floor with his back up against the wall. He patted his lap and beckoned the younger man to approach him. “Come on son, try and take this up your nice lardy bottom cutie.”

Pj blushed at being called cute and crawled over to the other man. Trying his best to ignore the catcalls behind him as his tail end wagged from side to side. Looking bashful he attentively squatted down over Robert’ jutting dick and slowly eased himself onto the upright organ. When the head breeched his body Pj let out a hiss of pain. Despite having had sex with the other four men in the room he was still a little tight. But he carried on wanting to have the elephant’s manhood inside of him. Realized how badly he wanted it made Pj groan a little. He was acting like such a slut tonight. And after all that complaining he had done at the beginning. But he just couldn’t help it. Not after seeing the naked forms of the men that surrounded him. 

His cock halfway into the man on his lap, Robert wrapped his trunk around a slightly surprised Pj and shifted his hips upwards his large cock going the rest of the way in and his world exploding into stars. Tuskie had only achieved getting all fifteen inches into his wife before and she hadn’t liked it much, claiming that it was uncomfortable. The young man in his arms seemed to have another opinion on the matter though, because as soon as his hips made contact Pj rose up again and slammed down hard, impaling himself with a loud groan. Robert took the hint and helped by taking his charge by his luscious hips and mercilessly fucking the pliant boy with long and hard strokes. Both of them moaning and calling out every curse they knew as they built up steam

Pete let out a loud whistle as his son’s ass stretched wider then it had ever done before. Tuskie’s gray and monolithic penis sliding in and out of that snug sheath. ‘Gonna have to order a new jumbo sized dildo after tonight.’ He promised himself turning back to the poker game. ‘I’m sure Wey will jus love testing it out b’fore I use it on the boys.’ At the reminder of his third fuck buddy Pete made an evil grin. He reached under his table and retrieved his cell phone from his discarded drawers, dialing the hippo’s number as he placed another bet, ‘Heh-heh, I gotta host these shin-dings more than once a month.’

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The next day…

Pj woke up on the floor with a start as his eyes opened and the world spun around him. “Man oh man I feel like I’ve been run over by a train.” He bemoaned as he sat up. Looking around at the chaos in the room Pj frowned seeing the cleanup job he was undoubtedly going to be forced to do later. There were beer bottles, playing cards, and poker chips strewn about everywhere. There was also an unconscious and completely Mr. Wey, who was slung over the back of his dad’s chair cum covered rear end bare to the world. 

Quickly turning away from the sight Pj’s eyes went over to Moose’s sleeping form on top of the table. “I hope he’s alright.” He said stumbling to his feet. “Moose… hey moose wake up its morning.”

Moose snorted and shot straight up blurry eyes shifting around the room nervously. When he saw that it was just Pj he visibly relaxed. He had worried that it had been Mr. Anderson who had just awoken him. He just couldn’t handle another round with the lion. Ass still stinging after being fucked all night by the enraged father of his ex-girlfriend.  “Morning fatty.” Moose finally yawned. The Gorilla slid off of the table and onto unsteady feet. “Where’s everyone.”

“Upstairs I guess.” Pj said pointing to the stairs. When Moose turned around to see where he had pointed Pj had to cover his mouth to keep from giggling. The ape had an ace of clubs stuck to his sticky ass. “Um Moose you might want to check your butt.”

“What…” Moose twisted around and chuckled seeing the card. “Oh, guess I need a bath.” 

“We all do.” Pj walked past his boyfriend the two sharing a quick peck as he did. “Why don’t you wake up Mr. Wey while I go see where my dad is. Hopefully he’s tired out from last night and not looking for a morning sex.” After giving the other man one last look the pudgy boy slipped on his shorts and went back upstairs. Entering the living room he saw his dad standing out in the foyer with Misters Anderson, Tuskie, and O’Donnell. All four men freshly showered and looking satisfied.

“I had one hell of a time last night Petey.” Henry said shaking Pete’s hand. The St. Bernard’s eyes briefly flicked down to the larger man’s package for a moment then back up. “Be sure to invite me next month so that you can fuck me like you promised.”

“I ain’t going to forget.” Pete assured.

“And make sure to buy some extra lube. I intend to have both your boys ride me next time.” Robert added. “Oh, before I forget Henry I want to talk to you about those tax papers you left at my office yesterday. It seems that you might owe more then you thought.”

“Fine Robby.” Henry sighed and walked out of the door. “Guess I’m not going to make that payment after all.”

“IT’S ROBERT!” Mr. Tuskie shouted as he followed after his shorter friend.

Alone now Remmy stood stiffly and held his hand out for Pete to take. “I… I wanted to thank you too.” He told him. “I quite enjoyed what we did last night.”

Pete shook his oldest friend’s hand. “If you like that you should try the online stuff.” The heavier man pointed over to his computer and snickered. “There’s plenty of gay sluts waiting ta be reamed.”

“I think I’ll stick to women” Mr. Anderson assured him. “Though I wouldn’t be remised to being with you son again if the situation ever presented itself.”

“That’s what they all say at first.” Pete stepped back and watched as he the Spoonerville mayor left his home. After closing the front door the dark furred cat took a large wad of cash out of his back pocket and began to count it idly saying. “You know boy it’s rude ta sneak around behind yer daddies back.” as he walked past the living room entrance.

Pj sighed at being caught and stepped out from behind the wall. “Sorry dad I just didn’t want to disturb you all.”

The older man walked into the living room. “You wouldn’t have bothered me boy.” Pete said to him. “Da fellas would have loved sayin‘ bye to their favorite little pincushion.”

“I-I’m sure they would have sir.” Pj stared down at his feet to hide his burgeoning blush for a moment then glanced up to the money in his dad‘s hand. “What‘s all that sir?”

“This is what I won last night.” Pete proclaimed proudly. He waved the stack of winnings in the husky boy‘s face. “Nineteen hundred buckaroos and the deed to a building downtown. And b’fore I change my mind here‘s yer cut by da by.” He threw several bills into the air in Pj‘s general direction. 

Pj snatched the pieces of paper out of the air as they rained down around him. Shocked when he saw that it added up to four hundred dollars. “B-But this is double what you said you were going to give us.”

“What can I say?” Pete laughed, taking out and lighting a cigar. “After raking it in I feel a little generous.”

“You know dad…” Pj stared down at the money in his hands then to his fathers. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you planned everything that happened last night.”

Pete’s mood suddenly changed from happy to seemingly angry. Frowning he returned his wad of cash into his pants pocket then stepped up to his son, glaring down at the now scared boy. Reaching forward the older man spun Pj around in place and pushed him over the end of the nearest piece of furniture. “Now, now boy we both know that can’t be true.” He chuckled huskily into a pointed ear, pervious happy tone returning.

“B-but dad-” Pj began.

“But nothing.” The larger man said, yanking down his son’s shorts. “If all that stuff were true then I’d havta be some sort of an evil genius or sumthin’. Which we both know ain‘t nuthin’ like yer sweet… ol‘… ever-lovin’… daddy.” Pete fished out his cock out of his pants, and sank his way inside of his son’s still loose and cummy hole in one fluid motion, grinding against Pj hard and fast. “Do ya agree with me boy?”

“I-I-I-I-I-I g-g-guess s-so s-s-sir!“” Pj moaned in-between thrusts his previous thoughts of sinister schemes fleeing his ravished mind faster than they had come. 

(You know Mr. Diary, it’s strange. Even after seven straight hours of messing around with everyone downstairs I was still more then eager to let my dad have sex with me in the front room of the house. But then again I wasn’t exactly shy when I got worked up as you saw during the poker game. As I laid there and withstood the pleasant thrusts and caresses. I realized that I was really happy that I had been able to meet my dad‘s friends. Even though they were as bad as my dad was in some ways. They were still a bunch of really nice guys and I hope that I get the chance to see them again ad hear more about my dad as a kid. The only thing I kinda regret about everything though is that I wasn’t able to sit right for at least two day afterwards.)

Next time Pj and Mr. Macalla visit Mr. Brown’s apartment together….