Early March…

“So tell me boys what do ya think of my newest little project here?” An excited and grinning Pete D’caht asked his son and mechanic with a grand flourish. “Ain’t just a little ol’ dream come true?”

Looking up at the building they were all standing in front of Pj had to scratch the back of his neck, not sure what exactly to say. The large and half crumbling structure that his father had brought him and Bubba to wasn’t exactly what one would call a “dream come true”. No, in fact it was the complete opposite of a dream, more like a nightmare. Broken and boarded up windows, garbage filled courtyard, shady looking people hanging around the exterior. Generally not the sort of place you’d like to be alone on a dark night or during a bright day. Noticing that his dad was beginning to scowl in his direction because he hadn’t answered yet Pj hesitantly spoke up. “Um… well dad, It’s… … …it’s um, nice?” 

“I think da real words your grouping for there petite is it’s a real shit hole.” Bubba deadpanned. The Cajun waked over a rusted over stove sitting in the yard and gave it a light kick. The large metal appliance gave a terrible rumble before its door fell off with a loud metal clank. “You can’t be serious ‘bout keeping your mitts on this hell hole Petey!? It’s a dump which I’m betting is why Remmy let you win it from him in da first place.”

“I‘m sorry to say it dad but he‘s right.” Pj added, honesty finally getting the better of his better judgment. He had thought this whole thing had been fishy from the get go. Knowing that the mayoral lion wouldn’t just bet away a whole building unless there was something wrong with it. “Maybe you should try and sell it off? You’ve always had bad luck owning anything besides the used car lot. Remember that night club you had a few years ago?”

“Stupid mouse.” Pete muttered angrily to himself, then to his son and mechanic he added. “And fer yer innie-for-mation boy, this building here ain’t the same! This here is a bone-e-fied gold mine!” He motioned for them to follow him as he walked into the building, the pair joining the large man after giving each other a worried look. “All this place needs is fer me to get’er fixed up real nice-like. Then I can sit back an watch da cash come tricklin’ down like a fresh load of cum down a well fuck-I-fied buttcrack.”

Pj grimaced both at the obscene words and the numerous cockroaches which fled from them as they stepped into the building’s lobby. “But… sir it’s going to take a fortune to make this place livable again. Not to mention how much work it will be.” The husky boy watched as Bubba opened up a nearby door, only to slam it shut again quickly. His face becoming even greener then it already was from whatever he had seen inside. “I feel real sorry for the poor people who you’re going to…. make do all… the… hard…” Pj sighed as he saw a large and evil looking smirk spread across his father’s face as he spoke. “You’re going to make me and Bubba do it aren’t you?”

“Well what do ya know? Heh-heh-heh?” Pete gave his son a hard pat on the back causing the boy to almost trip forward from the force. “All that school work you keep doin’ is finally beginnin’ ta pay off. I‘m sure you two will have a hellava time working on this here place.” 

Bubba’s scaled hand suddenly landed on the older D’caht’s shoulder, the gator spinning his old army buddy around to face him. “Now you wait a minute there boss man!” He started with a frown. “Ol’ Bubba here ain’t never signed up be the repairman in one of your harebrained schemes! I work on cars and nothing else.”

“That might be true ya big suitcase but we both know yer goin’ ta do it.” Pete smirked and poked his larger friend on his long muzzle. “You always do whatever I ask ya ta do when I bat these big ol’ eyes in yer direction.” Bubba flushed at the accusation and opened his mouth to protest, but before the gator could Pete stepped forward and coyly whispered.  “An just ta sweeten da pot a bit, how ‘bout I go an promise ta let you do that thing ya always wanna to do to me.” 

The wiggling of Pete’s eyebrows finally broke through the Cajun’s weak resistance making him grumble and look away with an angry huff.  “Fine you fat son-of-a bitch I’ll help ya.” He agreed begrudgingly. “But you better dam as well pay up this time. Bubba’s gonna need one hell of a pick me up after all this shit.”

“Yeah, yeah don‘t ya worry scales. Pete D‘caht always keeps his word.” Pete pointedly ignored when both Bubba and Pj raised an eyebrow and reached into his back pocket, quickly producing a large bundle of cash from it. “Now that that’s settled here’s yer budget, two hundred smackaroos.” He tossed the money to Pj, who had to jump to catch the stack of bills before they fell to the ground. “You two smucks go out and buy yourselves some cleaning junk and timber whilst I… go an’ see how many suckers… um, ur, tenants we can cram inta this little ol’ honey hole here.” Orders givin Pete turned and walked away humming “I’m in the money” as he disappeared around a corner.

“Petey get your ass back here!” Bubba called after the retreating feline. “This here cash ain’t going to be near enough to help us fix all this crap!” 

Pj shook his head slowly at the antics of the two older men. “I-I don’t think he heard you Bubba.” He said meekly.

“Oh he heard.” Bubba growled irritated. “Just doesn’t want to spend anymore then he’s got to, the cheapskate. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother picking up da phone when he calls.” The was a long suffering sigh before the gator placed his large hand on Pj‘s lower back and began to lead him back outside, to where his truck was. “Come on petite we got ourselves some shopping ta do. Maybe if I go and catch a few sales we can have ourselves a nice little dinner before we come back here and work our tails off.”

“I-I guess that’d be alright Bubba.” Pj said face beginning to color. It wasn’t exactly what he had wanted to start his four-day weekend, having fix up some old building. He would have rather of been in a nice bed getting some sleep. But maybe doing what the older man had suggested would lighten his larger green friend’s mood. After all Pj was sure Bubba didn’t like the prospect of having to their weekend away in some dingy old apartment building either.

(You know what Mr. Diary sometimes I think it’s really how my dad and Bubba are best friends. When it comes to complete opposites there are no two people who are more different then the two of them. Bubba’s such a kindhearted, friendly, and honest guy whose all muscles and charming smiles, while my dad… well he‘s none of those things. Then there’s how my dad takes advantage of him. I can‘t count the number of times he‘s forced the gator into doing something degrading or embarrassing. The incident during Christmas break coming to mind. You’d think that two people on different ends of the spectrum would never even talk much less be friends. Me and Moose are just as different. I’m just this fat little nerd and he’s this big football player. It still confuses me as to why he likes me as much as he does. Now when it comes to why Moose is friends with Tony and Billy I completely understand. They like the same things, eat the same foods more or less, and play on the same football team. Heck, Billy practically idolizes Moose. The big buffalo telling me once how my boyfriend took him under his wing during his first year of high school despite how everyone else treated him because of the way he talked. Maybe the things between my dad and Bubba, and Moose and me are just some weird one time sort of deals. Some strange combination of being as my dad puts it “fuck” buddies and constantly having to interact with each other. Whatever it is at least I know it doesn’t happen too often.)
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Spoonerville Highway…

Pj’s eyes began to flutter shut as him and Bubba rode down the road. The gator’s old yet painstakingly preserved pickup truck heading towards a home improvement store at the edge of town that Bubba insisted was the best place to buy tools and lumber in the entire county. The younger man didn’t know if all that was true but he was enjoying the long ride nonetheless. The ride giving him ample time to catch up on his sleeping. Slow and barely audible country music from the trucks radio lulling him into a light slumber as he sat there. It was only when Bubba nudged his shoulder with a fond chuckle that the boy snapped out of his daze and blearily looked over to the mechanic. 

“You better be careful there cher.” The gator said grinning. “You get drool on my upholstery and I’ll have to bend you over my knee and give ya a spanking.” 

Not wanting to ruin the inside of his friend’s truck the younger man straightened in his seat and wiped his chin. “Sorry about that.” Pj apologized shyly. “I’m just sort of tired after last night. Moose came over and sort of wanted to do things… if ya know what I mean.”

“Oh I know mon petite, I know.” Bubba licked his lips and peered over to Pj from of the corner of his emerald hued eye. “Bet you two young’uns put on one good show.” There was a fond hum. “Bubba had da same problem once when he was your age, ya know. Me and my brothers Bo and Burt went at it for so long and loud on night that our papa burst down our door and yelled at us for keeping him up so late. When he saw us all naked and sweaty he forget about sleeping and jumped into da sack with us. I was sleeping my way through match class the next day”

Pj blushed hearing the erotic tale being told to him. It was still so strange to hear someone talk about having sex with their family so casually. Even though he realized that he had done similar and much dirtier things with his own father. Bubba of course noticed his embarrassment imminently. “You can’t still be turning red cause of a little bit of dirty talk, boy.” The Reptile drawled slowly in his thickening Cajun accent. “You’ve been buck naked with a cock up that cute lil’ derriere ‘o’ yers more times than we can both count. Heh, Bubba bets you’re hard right now. Thinking about a bunch of big gators fucking around.”

“I-I‘m not thinking that!” Pj stammered his eyes going wide at Bubba‘s clairvoyance. “All I’m thinking about is… is what we’re going to buy at the-- AHHHH BUBBA!!” Pj‘s denial of his arousal instantly died on his lips becoming a soft and breathy moan. Bubba having decided to see for himself if his little companion had grown hard by reaching between the chubby boy’s legs with his large and work calloused hand and giving the warm package he found there a good squeeze. “D-don’t do stuff like that while you’re driving your truck!” Pj scolded half-heartedly.

“Awe come on Pj; let an old swamp swimmer have a little fun.” Bubba said back cheekily. “Humm… ya know how about we just forget about shopping at that dammed store and lunch for now and just pull over and fuck like bunnies.” He clenched his hand a few more times, face smirking as he felt the once half-erect member behind the fabric grow and stiffen in his palm. Pj might not have been the most endowed D’caht, that honor going to his father of course, but in the gator’s opinion the younger man’s manhood was just downright perky. Plenty of fun to play with while you fucked him. 

Pj of course was having none of it. Putting up a weak but clear resistance to the older man‘s advances. “B-but Bubba…. *Ahhh!*… m-m-my dad’s waiting for us to get back. We…. *ahh!*… can‘t just pull over and fool around! What if someone saw us?” Reluctantly… very reluctantly, Pj managed to pull the scaly hand away from his now hard and aching member and closed his legs tightly. “I swear you’re just too horny for your own good.” He panted. “I was half afraid that you were going to try and get me to give you oral while you’re driving or something.”

“NOW THERE’S AN IDEA!” Bubba exclaimed with a deep belly laugh. The Cajun turned the full force of his charming and slightly intimidating toothy grin towards Pj ready to seduce the younger man. But thankfully for the painfully aroused cat, something on the side of the road suddenly redirected the older man‘s focus. “Now what do we got ourselves here?”

Pj blinked owlishly at the change sudden of subject. He had been sure that Bubba was going to try and suggest something obscene there for a moment, after all when the gator was in the mood there was really no stopping him, not that he wanted to most time. Gathering his wit’s the husky boy followed older man’s gaze, eyes settling on a late model blue car sitting on the side of the road. The vehicle had its hood up and back lights flashing obviously in distress. “Looks like someone’s having car trouble.” Pj said matter-of-factly. “I wonder if there’s anything we can do to help.”

“Yup there is boy. Ol’ Bubba’s a mechanic ‘nember.” Slowing the truck, Bubba pulled over behind the broken down automobile, the alligator sticking his head out of the driver’s side window as they came to a complete stop. “Hey there, you folks need some assistance!?”

An equine face framed with short blond hair popped out from behind the car’s hood. To Pj’s surprised he instantly recognized the face as belonging to Mrs. Stark the head coach of the cheerleaders for the Spoonerville Strikers. Smiling at them the woman stepped out from behind the car, tall and oddly muscular frame flexing under her track suit as she approached the truck. “Yes we most certainly do need your help.” She told them huffily. “This old junker conked out on us while we were driving down the road.”

“Oi, my baby isn’t some junker Candace!” An Australian accented voice shouted in outrage from behind the woman. Pushing his way past the tall female horse an upset looking Mr. Macalla stepped between mare and the truck glaring up at Bubba with his chest puffed out. “All it is… is a bit of overheating. So why don‘t you go an nick off ya overgrown freshie.” 

Mrs. Stark didn’t seem to appreciate the koala’s confidence in his car. Pushing the shorter man out of her way and scowling down at him. “Don’t listen to him… um, what did you say your name was.”

Turning away from Mr. Macalla who he had been grinning at for calling him freshie, whatever that meant, Bubba glanced over to Mrs. Stark. “I didn’t give you my name yet mon cheri.” He started, accent thickening once again. “Names Jake Molyneux, handsomest alligator this side of Saint Canard. But people usually just call me Bubba, so suppose that you can do that too.” Opening his door and stepping onto the asphalt he reached out and took the horse‘s manicured hand in his. Kissing it in an obscenely genteel manner which utterly charmed Mr. Stark while simultaneously causing Mr. Macalla roll his eyes. “Oh and before I forget this here is Pj D’caht. A very good friend of mine.”

For the first time both teachers noticed Pj still sitting in the passenger’s seat of the truck. The boy waving at the three adults awkwardly as all eyes focused on him. “Um, hi Mrs. Stark, Mr. Macalla.”

“D’caht.” Mrs. Stark said barely paying acknowledging the younger man. 

The shorter of the two teachers however had the complete opposite reaction, his face lighting up at seeing his former mascot. “What in blazes are you doing in this dandy’s truck D’caht?” He asked smirking over to Bubba who snorted at the insult. “You lose a bet and have to drive around with ‘im as punishment?”

“No… like he said he’s a friend, sort of.” Pj chuckled lightly at the two grown men acting like children. “Bubba’s the mechanic down at my dad‘s used car lot.”

“Mechanic?” The Koala cocked his head. “Would have thought someone as big as ‘im wouldn’t be able to even fit under the hood.” 

“I’ll have you know little man that this gator here can squeeze himself inta all sorts of tight places.” Bubba gave Mr. Macalla a wink which the koala scowled at much to the larger man‘s amusement. The bear was just cute enough for the gator to seriously consider asking him for a roll in the back seat. “Now unless you want to keep on standing there little man how ‘bout we go and see what’s wrong under da hood over there.” He turned back to Mrs. Stark idly scratching his chest and flexed his arm a little, causing the mare standing in front of him to raise an interested eyebrow. “Would you be so kind as to lead the way beautiful.” He asked her, holding up his arm for her to take. 

Mrs. Stark gladly snaked her arm around Bubba’s and led him over to the front of the car, chattering in the green scaled man’s nonexistent ears as they left. “Blokes like that really burn me up.” Roger huffed petulantly. “Think that just because they’re so dam tall and so dam charming that they can get whatever they want, bah!”

Pj had to stifle a small laugh as he hopped down from Bubba‘s truck and walked around to his teacher. A small part of him believed that the only reason the koala took such an instant dislike of his green friend was because of the fact that he was much taller and muscular then him. He wondered if Mr. Macalla knew that Bubba had been hitting on him the entire time they had been talking. “He’s really is a nice guy Mr. Macalla.” The chubby boy assured. “In fact he’s actually one of the nicest people I know.”

“Sure he is.” Mr. Macalla watched as Bubba and Mrs. Stark continued to flirt for a few more moments before he continued talking. “So I’ll ask you again kid, what’s got you and ‘im riding all the ruddy way out to the boonies on a Friday night? Shouldn’t you be with Clancy fooling around or sumthing?”

Pj blushed not aware at the fact that the coach had known that him and Moose had been actually dating. “Well we sort of did all that stuff last night. Right now I got myself roped into helping my dad with a project he’s starting.” He explained. “Why are you out here, Isn’t it your day off too?”

“You young’uns are the ones getting the day off not us. The teachers have to go off and spend the weekend at some cockamamie caucus.” Mr. Macalla gave a long suffering sigh. “In fact that’s why we’re here. Me and…” The short bear had to stop for a moment as an “Oh, you’re so cleaver Bubba” drifted out from behind his car’s raised hood. “…Mrs. Stark drew the short straws so we got ta go and pick up Mr. Brown and drive ‘im to the meeting.” 

“Why are you picking Mr. Brown up?” Pj asked in confusion. He knew for a fact that the grizzly had his own car. What with having been driven home in it that one time. 

Mr. Macalla shrugged at Pj‘s question. “Say’s his car is in the shop. But I just think he wanted to save on gas.” The gray furred man pointed over to an upscale set of apartment buildings with a bright white fence around it and well-kept courtyard. “We was real close too, big nerd lives right over there.”

Pj was about to gently chide the older man for calling his fellow teacher a nerd when Bubba and Mrs. Stark returned. The gator took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands clean of the grease that had stained them during his inspection before giving the koala the bad news. “Well I’m sorry ta break it to you little man but your car’s engine is busted real good.” He informed grimly. “But the good news is that I can fix it. Just needs a replacement part.”

“Well then that’s just great innit!” Mr. Macalla huffed, then ears drooping he sighed. He just knew that the cost of this replacement part was going to severally cut into his beer money for the next month. “Fine, if there’s no other choice go ahead and get'er running again. I think I can scrounge up enough cash.”

“Now there’s a problem with that I’m afraid. Don’t got the part ya’ll need in my truck.” Bubba said apologetically. “And to get it I’d have to go all da way back into town and pick it up special from an auto store.”

“So in other words you want to be paid extra for all that traveling?” Mr. Macalla said rudely. “Dam mechanics always trying to gouge your wallet!”

“Come down ya little fluff ball I didn’t say I wanted any money for helping you folks.” Bubba interrupted with a growl. His amusement towards the much smaller man had instantly dried up when he insulted his profession. As if he would take advantage if someone in need. “Only money you gotta spend today is the money to buy the part ya’ll need. So give it to me and wait yourself here while Bubba goes and gets it for ya.”

“Oh…” Mr. Macalla didn’t know how to respond to that. The gator was going to go all the way back into town to get a part just for him and not ask for any reimbursement on top of it all. “A-alrighty then, how much will the part be?” 

“Depends on the quality you want.” Bubba scratched his chin thinking then cracked a smile, his usual playfulness returning. “If you want you could ride along with me and take a look at the prices yourself.” Mr. Macalla didn’t look too happy at having to climb into the alligator’s vehicle but nodded anyway. “Good now Pj I hope you don‘t mind waiting for us to get ourselves back. Trucks too small for three petite.”

“I guess I don’t mind.” Pj answered. Of course it would be sort of awkward having to remain behind with Mrs. Stark but he could handle it he supposed. “Just as long as you come back.” 

Bubba patted the boy on the back gently, noticing his slight unease at being left behind. “Aw, I’ll come back for you boy. We got ourselves something ta do later.” He told the feline, reminding him of their earlier conversation. “Now that that’s settled come on little man I’ll have ta help you into the truck so that we can-”

“-How about I go instead.” Mrs. Stark spoke up. The three men turned to her in confusion, making the mare blush a little. “I mean, Mr. D’caht obviously would feel more comfortable with a teacher who he knows better and I‘d have an easier time getting along with that… “Big truck” of yours.”

“That you would miss?” Bubba said a smug smile tugging at his lips. Option number two wasn’t bad.  “That alright with you Mr. Mallomar?”

“Macalla!” Roger snapped. “And it‘s fine. Better her dealing with you then me.” The koala took some cash out of his wallet and handed it to Mrs. Stark. “Just don‘t go about spending all my cash on the most expensive part Candace.”

“Don’t worry I won’t spend it all.” The woman said barely paying any mind to the grouchy koala underfoot. Attention more focused on the prospect of riding somewhere with Bubba alone. “Shall we go Mr. Molyneux?”

“Sure thing mon cher.” Bubba led Mrs. Stark over to his truck and helped her inside before he took his own seat behind the wheel. “Be back in two shakes of a gator’s tail Pj, be good.” He called out the window as he shifted into gear and pulled off, leaving a cloud of dust behind him.

“Why do I have the feeling that they’re not going to be coming back anytime soon?” Mr. Macalla remarked as he watched the truck drive away. “Bet that blokes got his slimy hand down her tracksuit already.” 

“But isn’t Mrs. Stark married.” Pj asked. The younger man remembered seeing an equally as tall and muscular brown and white spotted stallion standing next to the cheerleading coach during the last school function. 

“So? Word around the school is that Candace and her hubby have this little arrangement, Open marriage and all” Roger gave Pj a conspiratorial look. “Even heard tell that he sleeps around with men he finds on this site called HAND-C, can you believe that?” The bear blinked a few times realizing that he had done the same thing himself once or twice then broke out into an awkward laugh. 

“Yeah I can‘t believe that.” Pj snickered, joining in on the laugh

“CRIKEY! I almost forgot!” Mr. Macalla suddenly shouted, causing Pj to jump. “We never told that pain in the ass Brown what’s going on. I just know he’s going to complain my ear off about it too.” Without saying another word the short man began hurrying towards the building where the grizzly lived muttering under his breath as he crossed the street.

Pj looked around nervously then, ran after the gray furred coach. He really didn’t want to be standing by the side of the road by himself. Too many horror movies he had watched in the past had started that way. ‘Let’s just hope what I’m walking into isn’t as scary.’ He thought morosely as he caught up. ‘It can’t be a good idea seeing the inside of a teacher’s home.’

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Inside of the apartment building….

Pj had to marvel at the inside of Mr. Brown’s building. Lush carpeting lined the floors, expensive looking paintings hanging from the brightly painted walls, and apartment numbers written in a fancy looking cursive font. All in all this was what the term “a dream come true” really meant, not that broken down building his father had acquired. Padding behind Mr. Macalla, Pj tore his eyes away from their surroundings to peer ahead at his teacher, noticing that unlike him he didn’t seem to like the scenery around them. 

The koala had his nose up in the air and looked over everything with slight disgust and, though Pj knew if he asked him he would say no, some jealousy. “I think his number is 2B.” Roger said as they stepped onto the second floor. “At least that’s what Brown always says when he makes that stupid joke.”

“What joke?” Pj asked. 

“2B or not to be, that is the question of where I live.” Mr. Macalla said in a tone mocking Mr. Brown’s voice. His impression earned himself an unexpected laugh from his younger companion which made him grin. Even though the younger man wasn‘t the sort of student he associated with there was just something that made the koala want to like him. “You know something D’caht I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you proper like for letting me let loose steam on your furry arse those few times.” The Australian said over his shoulder.

Pj could feel his face heating up and he quickly looked around to see if anyone was nearby to hear what the koala was saying. Luckily there wasn’t. “Y-you don’t have to thank me Mr. Macalla.” He said looking down. “I enjoyed it remember.”

“Like hell I don’t need to thank you.” The bear walked backwards a few steps until they were next to each other and cuffed the younger man on the arm. The gentle tap still making Pj wince from the sharp pain inflicted. “Because of you I got the confidence to try some of those dirty little tricks you taught me on my girlfriend. And trust me she was very happy with the results which of course made me very happy. If you was older I‘d take you to my favorite bar and get you a nice coldie as thanks.”

Still rubbing his arm Pj tilted his head the unfamiliar word stumping him. “What’s a coldie?”

“An Australian word for a good beer D’caht.” Roger chuckled. “Keep forgetting you yanks got different slang then us.”

“Oh… well thanks for the offer, but I don’t really like beer, sorry.” The younger man explained gently. He really didn‘t want to hurt his teacher‘s feelings. “Still it was awful nice of you to ask me.”

“My offer was more for myself then you gotta admit.” The football coach responded a little guilty. “Don’t got no real chums around to go drinking with, s’pose that‘s why I‘m a little hard to deal with sometimes.”

‘Sometimes?” Pj thought to himself. From all the stories he had heard from Moose the koala was a regular terror in the locker rooms and during football season. Still he might be that way too if he didn’t have any friends to enjoy things with. “What about the people you work with at school?” He asked.

“Naw, those snotty tossers won’t even give me the time of day most times. Just cause I ain’t some ivy league hotshot.” Coming to a stop in front of one of the many doors in the hallway the older man pointed towards it. “And speaking about them, this one is Brown‘s flat I think.” Raising his hand Roger rapped at the apartment door three times. Then after waiting several minutes with no one answering he knocked again… and then again… and then again. Each time hitting the wooden barrier harder and harder. “What the hell? That bloated wombat better not have gotten a ride and forgotten to tell us!”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t do something that inconsiderate Mr. Macalla. Maybe he didn’t hear you?” Pj suggested. The boy reached forward with his closed fist and knocked himself. But like before there was no answer. Frowning he glanced down to Roger about to suggest that they call the other bear, however his idea was soon rendered mute when Mr. Macalla grown tired of waiting reached forward and opened the door, walking past Pj and into the apartment with a grumble.  

“Mr. Macalla!” Pj hissed in scandal. “You can’t just walk into someone’s house like that!” He really didn’t like the idea of getting himself arrested for trespassing.

“Calm down kid. I’ve done this lots of times, so he won‘t mind any.” The Koala coach said waving him off. “HEY, ORSSY YOU IN HERE?” 

After getting over the shock of someone calling Mr. Brown “Orssy”, Pj hesitantly stepped into the apartment, dread settling into his gut as he stepped into his teacher’s living space. Glancing around, the chubby boy couldn’t help but take notice at how the small and posh looking apartment perfectly fit with Mr. Brown’s sense of style. From the tastefully placed high end furniture to the multiple book shelves and teaching degrees lining the walls. Everything was just as he expected from the bear. What he didn’t expect however, it being near lunch time was the smell of bacon and eggs cooking. The pleasant aroma wafting into the living from a door off to the side.

“I bet he’s in there.” Mr. Macalla remarked smelling the food to. “Load of chunder must have just woken up.” The koala went over and pushed open the door with a great ah-ha on the tip of his tongue. Tough instead of shouting he quickly grew very quiet his mouth hanging open and eyes wide. “Oh man, D’caht you’ve got to see this.” He whispered over to Pj.

Curious as to what was so interesting Pj quickly joined the older man at the door and peeked into the room beyond. What he saw would forever be burned into his mind as one of the strangest things he had ever seen. Topping seeing Mr. Wey tied naked to a bed or watching as the mayor of Spoonerville pounded away at his boyfriend’s backside. Inside of the modern kitchen was Mr. Brown, a pair of headphones sitting onto of his head and food laden frying pans in each paw. But that‘s not why both men stared at the brown furred teacher. What really caught their eyes was that fact that the bear was only dressed in a pair of Shakespeare themed underwear and a ratty old light blue bathrobe, the loosely tied piece of clothing swaying from side to side as he clumsily danced and waged his large posterior in time with his boisterous humming of Beethoven's 5th Symphony to himself.  

It was only when the dancing man did an elegant spin on his bunny slipper clad feet that Mr. Brown noticed his audience for the first time, the bear giving an unmanly yelp as he dropped his frying pan and nearly fell backwards. “P-Peter what on earth…?” He started with a squeak. Then at seeing Mr. Macalla standing in front of his student, eyes twinkling with mirth, he understood the sudden appearance and gave a growl of anger, which was solely directed at his coworker. “Roger! What have I told you about coming into my abode uninvited?”

Mr. Macalla didn’t seem to hear the other man’s complaint his composure finally crumbling as he broke out into deep overwhelming laughter, eyes tearing as he doubled over in a fit. “Have I got myself a funny story to tell in the teachers’ lounge on Tuesday!” He managed in-between guffaws. “Stuck-up ol’ Orson Brown dancing around in his underwear and robe.”

“Underwear…” Mr. Brown looked confused for a moment before his eyes traveled down at his own body, realizing the state of undress he was currently in. “U-U-UNDERWEAR!!” Orson quickly closed his robe, tying it as tightly as he could. “I swear Roger what must I do to make you understand the concept of privacy? Must I buy a thousand deadbolts for my door? Install some kind of expensive security system?”

“Most people do mate.” Mr. Macalla said finally calming down. Tilting his chin at his fellow teacher, the smaller bear walked over to the kitchen table and took a seat. “But I’m glad you didn’t. Everyone is going to just love hearing about you dancing career.”

“You shall do no such thing you height challenged halfwit.” Orson warned. He would never live down the embarrassment of people knowing his secret love for dancing. 

“But it‘d be such a good story.” Roger responded not letting up. “And watch who you’re calling halfwit, ya big priss.”

Mr. Brown harrumphed and went to clean up his ruined meal, choosing to ignore the insult just flung at him. “I am not going to fight with you today Roger, especially since I have a guest who I actually like.” The taller bear smiled at Pj who had been watching the two teachers fight. “Hello Peter, to what do I own the pleasure of seeing you today.” He asked.

“I just followed Mr. Macalla up here after we both got kinda stranded.” Pj said still a little embarrassed at having been caught watching his rotund teacher. He went over to the mess on the floor and began to help with the cleanup. “Sorry we just sort of came in O-Orson. Mr. Macalla said it would be alright.”

“Oh he did, did he?” Mr. Brown gave Roger a dirty look. “Care to explain why you misled my dear student here Macalla?” When all the koala did was pick up a piece of toast and start eating it the grizzly rolled his eyes giving up. “Fine all is forgiven… Peter. I’ll just go and get myself dressed so that we can make like the proverbial banana and spilt.”

“Oh, um… about that Mr. Brown there’s a problem.” Pj began hesitantly. “A big problem actually.”

Orson finished gathering the ruined food stood up. “Problem you say?”

Mr. Macalla answered the question before Pj could. “Yup my car broke down having to come all the way out here to pick up you hoity-toity ass.” He informed with a humph. “And I expect you to know that I’m going to be making you pay for half of it! Wouldn’t have even been all the way out here if it weren’t for you.”

“My choice of residence has nothing to do with that rolling disaster you so generously call a car Macalla.” Orson said haughtily. “It was only a matter of time before the scrap metal vehicle fell apart.”

“Well some of us just can’t afford hybrids like you snotty rich folks can.” Roger snapped back.

Mr. Brown put his arms over his chest and glared distastefully at the shorter bear. “True but at least most of us can find the time to visit the mechanic every once in a while. Then again you’ve always been much too busy sitting on your couch. Whiling away your free time watching as a bunch of bone headed cavemen stick their bottoms up in the air and make footsballs appear from betwixt their overdeveloped thighs!”

“WHY YOU FAT SON OF A-” Mr. Macalla jumped out of his seat ready to fight, temper flaring at the insult towards his sport of choice. But his tirade never got its chance to present itself, the sound of the phone ringing causing him to still his objections. Eye not once leaving his coworker he took the phone out of his pocket and flipped the device open, holding it up to his large ear. “G’day Roger Macalla here.” A female voice came buzzing over the phone chattering away for a few moments before Roger spoke up again. “Good, then you and that scaly mechanic will be coming back soon.” more chattering. “What do you mean you and ’im are going to be a little late?” there was a distinct giggling sound. “But… If you got the part then why aren’t you on your way… hello? HELLO!?”

“Is something wrong Mr. Macalla?” Pj asked in concern.

The older man snapped his phone shut with an aggravated huff and slumped back into his seat. “Yup there’s something wrong D’caht. Looks like Mrs. Stark and that alligator of yours are going to be a while longer. Seems that, and I‘m quoting her here, “Something suddenly came up!”.”

“Then that means you’ll be staying in my humble home for a bit longer then doesn’t it?” Mr. Brown asked trepidatiously. 

Roger frowned grimly. He wasn‘t looking forward to staying who knew how long in the other man‘s overly made up apartment anymore then it‘s owner. “I’m afraid so mate.” 

“Well isn’t that just delightful.” Orson declared voice dripping with sarcasm. “At least this delay will allow attempt breakfast again.” Padding over to his fridge the overweight bear took out a carton of eggs and some bacon, preparing to start cooking again. “Would you like some as well Peter?” 

The bear gave his favorite student a radiant smile which caused the chubby boy to look away out of bashfulness. “Sure Mr. Brown. I-I mean Orson.” Ever since Pj and Mr. Brown had started fooling around the rotund man had been nicer to him more than usual. Making sure he understood his lessons, ignoring when he was late, and complimenting him whenever he could. It was nice but at the same time it made Pj feel a little guilty. Him not being able to do nice things for his teacher in return.  But maybe he could remedy that problem right now. “You know what Orson? How about I make breakfast for you instead.” 

The older man waved the suggestion off. “You don’t have to do that Peter I am quite capable of cooking for myself.”

“I insist on doing it.” Pj stepped between his teacher and the stove giving the older man a firm expression. “I want to make it to you for ruining your first breakfast.” Mr. Brown shook his head and chuckled, handing the eggs and meat over to his student. “Thanks Mr. Brown.”

“No thank you Peter.” Orson said sitting down at the table.

“I’ll have mine over easy D’caht.” Mr. Macalla piped in, pulling his chair up to the kitchen table

Orson glared at the short bear. “Who said you could have any of my food Macalla!?”

“What? He said he’d be happy to make food.” The coach argued. “Why not do it for both of us?”

“Because it is my food.” The other bear snapped.

Roger pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh for the love of…”

Pj tuned out the two bickering males as he began cracking open eggs and frying bacon. It was weird seeing them fighting the way they did. The first phrase that came to the young man’s mind was, “They’re fighting like some old married couple.”, but he soon dismissed that as it caused a disturbing image of Misters Brown and Macalla dressed as an old Floridian couple t form in his mind. Hopefully when he was done cooking both men would finally stop their fighting and act friendlier. “Hopefully…”

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 A little bit later…

A loud burp ringing out through Mr. Brown’s kitchen was followed by said bear shouting. ‘Roger show some manners will you!” The waspish request in turn was followed by another three burps which only made Orson growl in utter annoyance.

“Come down poindexter I was only showing the anklebiter here how much I enjoyed the fine meal he cooked.” Mr. Macalla explained. The short stout bear pushed his chair away from the table and patted his slight beer belly. “Was a fine meal there kid, wish my sheila made food that good.” 

“I have to agree with my short compatriot here Peter the meal was very good.” Mr. Brown wiped the sides of his mouth, placing the soiled napkin back onto the table gently when he was finished. “Though unlike Mr. Macalla I will not expel gas as a compliment. I will however offer to show you around my little home here.”

Pj who had just finished his food himself eagerly nodded and got up from his seat. “I’d like that too Orson.” 

“Good…” Mr. Brown stood up and gave their other companion a hard glare. “…And just so you know Roger the tour is not for the likes of you. So please remain here.”

“Like I’d want to take a gander around your stuffy apartment Brown.” Roger began to unbuckle his belt, the bloated feeling from the meal he had just had getting the better of the waist of his pants. “I’ll just sit myself here and enjoy another couple-a strips of bacon.”

“Just be sure not to completely remove your trousers while you sit in my kitchen please.” Orson said as he ushered Pj out of the room. “I shudder to think of your bare backside touching my furniture.”

The was a grunt of conformation from Roger‘s direction. “Don’t you worry none Orssy; my dangley-doo will stay safely stuffed in my boxers.” The sort man shot back absently.

Pj put his hand over his mouth to smother the giggle that threatened to slip past his lips. He was glad that the meal had done its intended job. Both of his teachers settling into a tense but tolerable mood as they consumed their shared meal. He only hoped that it stayed that way until Bubba and Mrs. Stark returned and they could all go their separate ways. 

Upon entering the living room Orson instantly went into tour guide mode. Proudly showing Pj around the small space and pointing out which part of the world every knickknack and piece of furniture came from. The short tour ended at the grizzly’s ornate fireplace, Mr. Brown talking about a trip to England he had gone on the summer before. 

Eyes traveling away from the picture of Orson standing before Big Ben, Pj noticed a row of ten or so pictures off to the side, each of them showing his teacher standing hand and hand with different men. “Who are all these pictures of?” Pj asked looking more closely. “Friends of yours?”

“Pictures of old boyfriends actually.” Orson corrected. The older man picked up one of the photos and stared at it fondly for a moment, then grimaced and placed it face down back on the mantle. “I keep them around to remind me what happens to an idiot in lust who does not seem to learn his lesson.”

“What do you mean you don‘t learn you lesson?” Pj asked with a scratch of his head. 

“Every time I meet some nice high class man I instantly fall head over heels and I end up broken hearted by the end of it.” Mr. Brown explained sadly. Head down the bear went over to the closest chair and plopped himself down into it dramatically. “I just have bad luck finding Mr. Right I reason.” Orson looked up at Pj for a moment before his eyes widened and he quickly turned away. “What are you doing Orson, pouring your heart out to one of your students.”

“I-I don’t mind.” Pj said gently. “But I think you’re wrong about you being unlucky. You just haven’t met the right kind of guy yet.” 

“And you would know the right kind of man for me Peter?” The other man asked.

“No, but I bet you could find the right one if you tried going outside of your comfort zone.” Pj pointed back to the pictures. Each of the men pictured in them were high society types who looked half bored to be standing still long enough for something as mundane as a photograph. “That’s what I did and now I have a boyfriend.”

“You have a boyfriend?” Mr. Brown gave the younger man a genuine smile. Happy to hear that his favorite student had managed to find someone. “Why did you not tell me the good news?”

“We’re sorta keeping it quiet for now. You know since we’re both in high school and all.” Pj explained as while he stared down at his own feet. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone else.”

“No worry my dear boy; the news shall never leave my lips. But do tell me, is it someone I know?” Orson prodded. “Maybe that nice badger boy who sits next to you in my class. I have noticed how he looks at some of the other boys in class.”

“It’s actually Moose Clancy.”

“C-CLANCY!” Orson had to check his ears to make sure he had heard the young man right. “You mean to tell me you and the meathead jock are going out?”

“I wouldn’t call him a meathead Mr. Brown.” Pj answered hotly. He didn’t like someone calling his gorilla something mean. “He’s been really nice to me ever since we’ve started going out. He even took me out on a date and everything!”

Orson quickly raised his hands in surrender at the ire directed towards him. “Calm down Peter I meant no real offense truly I did not. What I voiced only came out because of my surprise.” The bear stood up and patted Pj on the shoulder in apology. “I am sure Clancy is a fine boyfriend. Quite dashing in the right light.”

“He really is.” Pj said calming down then face becoming red. “I-I mean he‘s a nice guy part, not the he’s dashing part… although.” The young cat had to shake his head to gather his thoughts. “Let’s get back to what I was saying, just don’t limit yourself to high class men. Find someone who’s good to you and d-dam with his position in society.” He didn’t like cussing but he had to make his point. 

Mr. Brown blinked down at his younger friend for a few moments then let out a small chuckle. “I’ll take you advice to heart Peter. After all I have recently learned how men of the “lowbrow” persuasion have their “uses” when it comes to certain matters.” The bear’s tinted as he remembered the day the young man in his arms and his father had their way with him on his desk. “But let’s forget about dating for a bit shall we? I haven’t shown you the best part of my home yet, my bedroom!”

“M-M-Mr. Brown!” Pj goggled.

“Not like that my dear boy!” Orson quickly assured with a bark of laughter. “Not like that!” The rotund bear quickly glanced over to his kitchen door, making sure it was still closed and Mr. Macalla wasn‘t there to hear what he was about to say. “What I wish to show off is my collection of vintage comics! That is if you don’t mind indulging a certified comic book nerd while he bangs on about his hobby.”

Pj’s instantly grew excited. He had talked to the older man a few times during their usual after school sex play about their shared “secret vice” as Orson called it. Learning that the bear kept an epic collection of the illustrated magazines which he seemed to be even more proud of then the many teaching degrees he had earned in collage. “Sure thing Mr. Brown I really like to see that.”

“Then come along Peter.” Orson quietly led the way towards his bedroom. Happy to have someone to talk about his guilty pleasure about and more than a little bit excited at the scandal of having such an attractive young man in his bedroom, not that he would try anything that day. At reaching his bedroom door the older man pushed it open then stepped aside, revealing a dark room beyond. “You go in first Peter!” He requested.

Pj gave the older man a puzzled expression but did as asked anyway, stepping into the shadows with a bit of trepidation. “Is… is there a light in here or something?” He asked. Mr. Brown answered the nervous question by flipping on the light switch, illuminating the apartment’s lone bedroom with a bright flash. As soon as the room lit up Pj gave a gasp at the secret treasure trove revealed to his eyes. Every wall in the small bedroom was lined with superhero memorabilia. Posters of all the big heroes, framed first editions signed by the creators, racks and racks of vintage comics, and action figures of various superheroes and villains proudly displayed by team in glass cases. “This… this is amazing!” Pj said in awe. The whole room looked like it was something out of every comic book nerd’s wet dream. 

“So I’ve been told.” Mr. Brown said, as if it wasn’t any big deal. The bear walked past his slack-jawed guest and picked up a comic which had been sitting on the bed, showing the book to Pj with a grand flourish. Another gasp left Pj as he read the title in front of his nose: The Amazing Superbull #1. “This is the real reason I slept in so late today.” Orson confessed removing the item from its mylar bag. “It came late in the mail yesterday and I haven’t been able to put it down ever since.”

“I don’t think I would be able to either!” Pj agreed. The comic had to have been the rarest book he had ever seen in person. “Is it really as good as they say?”

“We have the time so why not find out for yourself Peter.” Mr. Brown suggested. The older man reverently placed the old comic in his fellow comic book aficionado hands. “I believe you’ll especially love the artwork on page twenty-”
 
“-Well, well now what do we got ourselves here.” A familiar Australian accent rang out from behind the pair. “First the dancing, now its comics. Man, Orssy you really are full of surprises today, aren’t you.”

Mr. Brown spun on his heal facing the door which he had forgot to lock, horrified to see his worst fear come true. Standing at the bedroom door was Mr. Macalla, amusement all too obvious in his shoulders, as he tried to contain his laughter. “I told you to remain in my kitchen!” Orson all but ran forward, trying desperately to push the koala out of his room. But Roger was just a little too quick for the heaver set bear, ducking under large brown furred arms and right into the room with a confident swagger. 

“Guess I didn’t hear you right.” Roger quickly hopped onto his coworker’s bed, glancing around the cluttered space with a series of amused chuckles. “Geeze you have an awful mess of kiddy shit in here don’t ya.” He remarked. “Heh, hard to believe Mr. Einstein’s been hiding away in a nerd closet all this time.”

“I am not hiding away in any closet Roger! Not about being an avid comic book collector nor about being a gay man! I just prefer to keep my personal life to myself!!” Orson slapped his hand over his muzzle realizing what he had just said. He had spent several years keeping his secret at his place of work and now it was all ruined because of his big mouth.

Hearing the other bear’s revelation caused Mr. Macalla’s eyes to light up. He had just won a quite a few bets back at school with that little bit of information. Looked like his beer money was back on the table. The small man leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Ah now I get why all this stuff is in your bedroom. You enjoy taking a gander at all these blokes in their skin tight spandex while you manhandle yourself. Who knew you were such a pervert.”

“Me a pervert!” Orson bristled in outrage. How dare this smartassed little creep call him that. “You call me a PERVERT! May I point out sir that it is not I who spends his days watching men prance about football fields wearing skin tight pants and slapping each other’s rear ends.” He smirked. “If there is anyone who would use his hobby as potential masturbatory aid it would be you.”

“Look here mate I’m starting to get real ticked off about you making fun of me football.” Mr. Macalla stood up on the bed and glared at the other man. “And just for your information ya rowdy knocker, I’ve got myself a girlfriend so I ain’t looking at no blokes hindquarters!”

“Ooh, did I hit a nerve?” The rotund bear flicked the koala’s ear. “Maybe the man doth protest too much?”

“What does that even mean?!” Roger cried out arms waving around widely. 

Orson gave the smaller man a smug look and closed the small distance between them. “Ah, I should have known that a dim fellow like you would not be able to decipher the king‘s common English.”

“Why you…“ Mr. Macalla lowered his head till he and Mr. Brown were nose to bulbous nose. “I am so sick you people like you treating me like I’m some kangaroo who got loose in the top paddock!”

Orson blinked, this time the one lost because of a strange phrase. “What on earth does that mean?” 

Roger stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry. “I’m not going to tell you!” He snapped. “Yer so smart you should already know!”

Pj sighed into his hands as the argument between the two men worsened. So much for them calming down after some food. ‘What is with this day?’ He wondered. First his dad and Bubba got into that small argument back at the old apartment building, then Bubba and Mr. Macalla had a disagreement on the side of the road, and now here were both his teaches three words away from a childish fist fight. It was like some sort of chain of irritation that just kept growing and growing. He had to put a stop to it then and there or he’d end up with even more fights in the foreseeable future. “MR. BROWN, MR MACALLA WILL YOU PLEASE STOP FIGHTING ALREADY!!” The pudgy boy finally snapped his voice rising above the arguing voices of the two older men in the room

After being yelled at both men grew quiet from shock. Neither man had ever heard the usually calm and timid Pj D’caht raise his voice like that before. “S-Sorry.” Pj flustered, his irritation deflating as quickly as it rose. “It’s just… I couldn’t stand seeing you two fight any longer.”

The two bears stared at the younger man for a few moments then sheepishly turned back to each other. “I suppose your right. We were acting a tad childish.” Orson admitted with a sulk. “Well at least I was. Roger here was acting a per his usual level of maturity.”

“I suppose I was acting a bit daft too.” Mr. Macalla added his feature‘s matching the other bear‘s face. “Even if this bloated whale deservers a good talking too.”

“Mr. Macalla, Orson!” Pj all but whined. Why couldn’t they stop insulting each other? “Can’t you two just act civil for a while please? I mean your both kinda alike so it shouldn’t be too hard to keep the peace.”

“You think I’m like that ass!?” Both men said simultaneously.

“Well… yeah you are.” Pj nervously scratched his chin. “Your both really good teachers, your both have interesting hobbies, your both care about your students, you… you both…” The younger man had to think for a moment, the only other thing coming to his mind being the words. “A-And you’ve both slept with me before, right!?”

“That may be true kid but… wait you said both!” Roger turned to his coworker mouth hanging open in shock. “You’ve fucked around with this kid too Orssy?”

“Yes.” Orson hissed in embarrassment the barely audible answer slipping out of his muzzle.  

“Never would have thought you had it in you to do something so naughty.” Mr. Macalla remarked after giving a low appreciative whistle. “You just earned yourself a little respect mate.” The shorter man cocked his head, ears perking up. “So tell me boyo when did you take his furry ass?” When the other bear’s face turned beat red the koala raised an eyebrow. “Oh! Heh, he was the one on top wasn’t he? Orssy likes getting it up the bum.”

“That is none of your business!” Orson stammered.

Roger gave a bark of laughter at Mr. Brown’s denial. “He was the top alright. Mister smarty pants Brown getting reamed by one of his students. Did he do you over your desk Orssy?” 

“I was most certainly not “reamed” as you so vulgarly put it.” Mr. Brown continued to protest. Carefully avoiding the fact that, that was exactly what had happened. “In fact I have… I have enjoyed being on top quite a number of times with this young man here.”

The cornered teacher looked over to Pj, eyes pleading for him to join in on the lie. Pj instantly understood and did as silently asked. “He’s right Mr. Macalla.” He began unconvincingly. “He’s been on top l-lots of times. And he… he did me real good.”

“Prove it then.” Roger hopped down from the bed and thumbed over his shoulder. “We got the bed, we got the time, and you lot got the queer dicks so go ahead and fuck.” He leaned against the bedpost. “Come on I dare you mates.”

“You can’t be serious.” Pj paled. But despite his reluctance the young man could already feel his pants begin to grow tight at the idea of getting into bed with his favorite teacher again. Right then Pj felt like he could just punch Bubba in the nose for getting him all excited in the truck earlier.  

“Dead serious D’caht.” Roger confirmed. “Unless smarty-pants here is too much of a wuss to rise to the occasion.”

“Now those insults I do happen to know Mr. Macalla.” Orson huffed. After giving the other bear a nasty glare the teacher took Pj by the arm and pulled him over to the bed. “Come along Peter we are going to show this vertically challenged troglodyte that I am more than capable of topping.”

‘How do I get into these messes?’ Pj wondered as his shirt and coat was pulled over his head and gently pushed onto the bed, landing with a soft oomph. ‘All I wanted was to stop them from fighting!’ 

Not slowing down Mr. Brown next began to remove Pj’s remaining clothing. Pulling off a loose fitting pair of shorts from the boy’s husky frame and then his tighty-whities, tossing the musky pair of underwear at the voyeuristic koala watching them. His charge now properly devastated of clothing, Orson took a step back and began to undress himself. Shucking off his blue bathrobe and shivering as the cool air of his bedroom his bare bear torso. “I apologize for being direct and to the point Peter.” The standing man said peering down to the couchant boy “But I’m going to need you to lube me up if we are to do this.”

Pj bit his bottom lip wondering for a moment if he could still get out of this. But he soon realized that wasn’t what he really wanted to do, Orson choosing that exact moment to lower his boxers just enough to allow his thick cock to spring out from its containment and slap against his large belly. His mouth beginning to water from the new sight, Pj shifted onto his hands and knees and began crawling towards the inviting cock, the words “I’d be h-happy to give you a blow job Orson.” coming out of his mouth before he even realized what he was saying.

“Thank you Peter.” Orson said breathing a sigh of relief. He was truly worried about having to perform in front of an audience. He hadn’t topped many times in his life and most of those times had led to embarrassing problems.  “But… please go slow just seeing you naked had giving me quite the erection.”

“I’ll try.” Pj reached forward and gripped the half hard shaft of the older man in front of him. Fingers gently caressing the stumpy but thick shaft and bringing the meaty appendage to full life in a matter of seconds. “I still can’t believe how thick you are.” He muttered dreamily as he carefully took the large cock into his mouth, mindful of his teeth as his lips slipped over the ruddy hued head and his tongue slid against the swollen underside. On instinct he then began to apply suction, his eyes closing in pleasure while he hummed. The ever familiar taste of precum beginning to tease his taste buds with its gamy flavor.

“By the gods Peter!” Mr. Brown placed his hands on the back of the sucking boys head. Thrusting shallowly into the warm and wet cavern pleasuring him. “Wha-what I cannot believe my dear, dear boy is how one so young could be so good at such a marvelous thing.”

“That’s one thing you can say about D’caht.” Roger sounded from behind the duo. “He sure knows how to work over a blokes cock.”

“He most certainly does.” Orson looked back over to the third man in the room. His eyes which had been half closed shooting open when he saw what the football coach was doing. Mr. Macalla was leaning forward in interest; his pants open again hand feverishly stroking his growing erection as he watched the show before him. “Well, well, it seems like I was correct in my earlier assessment of your proclivities.”

“I don’t know what the hell your banging on about smartass, but just so you know the only reason I’m jerking off is because I keep thinking about how it felt when he was doing that for me.” The bear took a step forward letting his pants fall to the ground. “Get up on the bed Brown I want to see them wide hips of D’caht’s wagging about while he does his thing. Reminds me of my first girlfriend back in Sidney, nice and plump and utterly fuckable.”

“You act as if this little show is all just for you Roger.” Orson remarked with a sniff. 

“It is remember?“ Roger Reminded. “You’re trying to prove that you don’t take it up you fat ass remember?”

“Yes I have not forgotten your childish dare.” Orson gently tapped Pj on the top of the head. “Ready for a small adjustment Peter.” He asked the boy

Pj allowed the heady cock of his teacher to leave his mouth, the heavy organ giving an audible wet pop as it exited. “Nope, I was sort of getting tired of leaning over the edge of the bed.” Grunting the thickset boy rolled over giving his teacher the room to join him on top of the soft surface.

“Hard to believe you would get tired of being on all fours kid.” Mr. Macalla joked. “Would think you used to it by now. With how much sex you‘ve been having in the locker room with my three star players.” The shorter bear watched on as Mr. Brown fully removed his underwear and lumbered up onto the bed. The heavyset man getting onto his back with his head resting against the headboard of his bed, legs spreading far apart so that Pj could retake his place between them. Which is exactly what the cat eagerly did, getting onto his chubby belly and quickly returning to the blowjob he had been giving only moments ago.

The return of moist heat to his genitals caused Orson to let out a small moan and bang his head against the wall behind his bed. “My, My that’s it Peter, you do it so well.” He muttered mindlessly between pants. “Please make my member slick and durable enough so that we can move on to more marvelous things.”

“Do you always talk like yer in some sort of play?” Mr. Macalla asked suddenly.

“Do you always talk like an extra in Crocodile Dundee?” The larger bear retorted. 

“Heh.” Mr. Macalla gave the other man a rude hand gesture and proceeded to get onto the bed with the pair, giving Pj’s dark furred bottom a light whack as he made himself comfortable. “Been a few weeks since I went and fucked thick boy here.” He told Mr. Brown. “Not since Me, Clancy, and Hedstrung gangbanged ’im back in the locker room.”

“And you called me naughty?” Orson chuckled and moaned at the same time. “It seems Peter was right we have a lot of things in common. Counting this lovely man between us right now.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Mr. Macalla stared at Pj’s bare backside as it moved back and forth, the boy lost in what he was doing. The short man began to feel the slight heat of arousal in his belly grow and grow. His whole body heating up as the sounds and sights of the lewd blowjob before him became more intense. He May have been a straight man but he just had to get in on that. The old phrase an old mate said to him once repeating in his mind. ‘If you got yourself a stiffy then you’d better do something about it before it becomes trouble.’

“Something the matter Roger? You seem to be drilling a hole into Pete’s rump with your eyes.” Mr. Brown asked eyes on his coworker.

“Only thing the matter is that I’m not fucking this lil’ sheila here.” Mr. Macalla quickly began to undress. Yanking off his shirt and throwing it across the room then rolling onto his back to remove his football print boxers. “You got any lube in here?”

Orson reached into the nightstand next to the bed and opened a drawer. “I thought I was going to do the… um, fucking.” Mr. Brown grunted as Pj moved onto his balls, licking and nibbling in all the right ways. “My word you cleaver, cleaver man! Peter… do that again please.”

“You can still do it.” Mr. Macalla said taking the lube from the larger bears paw. “You’ll just have ta do with sloppy seconds is all.” Roger squeezed out a generous amount of the viscous substance reading the label as he did. “Um… mate? There a reason why there’s a Batduck symbol on it?”

“I enjoy the brand is all” Orson absently defended. “And the bottle is a collector’s item.” 

“I have the same kind.” Pj admitted in-between nibbles.

“Ya nerds are just too much.” Roger snickered. Getting behind Pj the Koala began to apply the lube to the hairy furrow. Pressing dexterous fingers into the deep crack and slowly massaging it into the tight pucker hidden between the large globes. Pj reacted to his ministrations with a moan which was muffled by Mr. Brown’s furry ball sack. “That’s it kid enjoy me playing with this little hole back here. Gotta get you nice and open to get fucked by two bears.”

“Don’t talk like a porn star Roger.” Orson scolded. “The boy’s already turned on as are we all. There’s no need to be lewd.”

“Fuck manners Brown just sit back and listen as I give ‘im some grade-A dirty talk.” Mr. Macalla jabbed his finger hard into Pj’s hole enticing another moan. “You like that big boy? Well it’s only the beginning, I’m going to fuck away at that doozy of an ass you have there nice and hard.”

Not one to be outdone Orson tried his hand next. “Y-yes… and I’m going to do much the same Peter. I will pound away at you until you climax in the most spectacular manner.”

“That the best you can do?” Roger asked with a chuckle. “Cause that was pretty weak mate.”

The other man harrumphed. “Oh do shut up and start already so that I may have my turn? I do not think I can hold out here forever.”

“Right away Orssy.”

As he laid there listening and sucking while the two men in front of and behind him lightly argued, Pj couldn’t help but be amused again. Even when they were having sex they couldn’t help themselves. His inner laughter soon died however as the blunt head of the coach’s cock pressed up against his rear entrance, demanding entry. ‘Breath slowly.’ He reminded himself as the Koala pushed his short but proud member into his body.

Roger hat to grit his teeth in order to keep himself calm enough to penetrate the younger man under his body. The overwhelming sensations caused by the snug tunnel threatening to undo him then and there. But thankfully he was able to hold it together long enough for him to fully sheath himself In Pj’s large ass, furry gray thighs resting against large black ones. “Fuck D’caht you’re the tightest person I’ve ever had!” He groaned as he started to move. “Not that I’m saying I like fucking you more than my sweetheart back home.”

“T-T-T-Tank you M-M-M-Mr. Macalla!” Pj moaned into Orson’s balls as he was rocked into. Turning his attention back to Mr. Brown the cat began to work him over in earnest. Worshiping the thick shaft and large balls with such devotion that the bear they were attached to had no other choice but to squirm and moan at every lick, nibble, and caress to his testicles and cock. “Am I… *ahhh* Am it doing it right Mr. Brown?” Pj asked his larger teacher.

“More than alright I am happy to inform.” Mr. Brown said around a groan. Eyes half shut the grizzly watched as his smaller coworker fucked their student’s hole. Licking his lips as the Australian’s cock slid in and out from between Pj’s plump asscheeks, the short bear driving himself to climax slowly but steadily. But just as he was really getting into it his mind went back to Pj, the boy moving on from his genitals and down to his taint, which the curious feline languidly dragged his tongue across sensitive skin. “PETER!! OH PETER!!”

“You like getting tongued down there Orssy?” Mr. Macalla said looking up at his ursine bedmate. “Cause I don’t think D’caht here will mind going a little deeper down there.” Without asking the gray furred bear reached down and grabbed Mr. Brown by the ankles, then without pulling out of Pj or stopping his thrusting he used the surprising strength he had gained from sports to push forward, forcing the rotund man under them to bend his body in half. The bear’s large ass crack obscenely presented for Pj to start digging his tongue into, which the boy did as soon as he saw his chance. “That’s it kid eat out that ass, just like you did for Clancy!” Roger goaded. He had been repulsed at first when he had seen the younger man rim the gorilla but after getting the same treatment once himself he had come to see how hot the act was.

Mr. Brown thrashed his head from side to side as the inquisitive tongue of his youngest bedmate explored his musky furrow. It was just so dam good, the bear’s highly intellectual mind devolving into a sputtering mess of moans and breathy curses as he was expertly rimmed. But it wasn’t enough he knew there was something better than being ate out. He had to get mounted! He needed to be fucked! To hell with proving that he could top someone. He wanted like Roger had put it earlier, he wanted his ass reamed out! “Peter… Peter stop teasing me boy I want you inside…. NOW!”

Pj raised his head enough to ask. “But weren’t we-”

“-I SAID NOW PETER!” Orson growled lustfully. He was well beyond the point of proper bedroom etiquette.

“You heard him boy, he wants it real bad.” Mr. Macalla pushed himself off of Pj, still hard cock leaving the boys rectum with a sucking squish. “How about we make ourselves a sandwich fellas?” He suggested.

“Sounds like a wonderful idea to me.” Orson said out of breath. 

Pj looked from one man to the other not sure why they were suddenly brining up food. But he soon became enlightened when he saw Mr. Brown lift his legs up and whimper for him to get on top. “Oh!” He began slowly. “…OH!, ok I get it now.” Pj grinned and raised himself up, settling his hips down between thick brown furred legs and pressing his rock hard cock against the larger man’s hole. “Tell me if I’m too rough ok.” He said pushing his way inside of the bear with ease. 

“D-Don’t worry I shall!” Orson grunted as his body was invaded by Pj’s manhood. “But do not dare stop until I say.”

“I-I won’t sir.” Pj hissed. Fully inside the older man, the now sweating boy began to gyrate his hips. Fucking his favorite teacher with slow even strokes, sending wave after wave of pure hot pleasure coursing through both their bodies. Pj’s delight then doubled as Mr. Macalla came up behind him and reentered him from behind, pile driving into his ass with the speed and frenzy of a madman. All Pj could do as his ass was stimulated was moan to the ceiling, tormented by the dual sensations of a tight channel wrapped around his dick and a thick cock splitting apart his backside. Idly as he was fucked and fucked himself the spasming highschooler realized that the three of them must have been some sight. Three bodies slamming against each other in passion. A large one, a middle sized one, and a small one all rutting on top of a bed in a room filled with geek memorabilia. “Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, of FUCKING MAN!!” He shouted in a dirty mantra.

“More like fucking Boy.” Roger chuckled, resting his head against Pj’s black furred back. It had been a very long time since he had had a three-way and even though both his bedmates were men he was intent on enjoying himself. Picking up his pace be started to slam into Pj hard. Laughing loudly as the dull thwack of flesh on flesh and the cries of manic joy from Mr. Brown under them both echoed through the comic book filled room. “That’s it you two big queers.” He grunted out teasingly. “Enjoy your ride on the old Macalla express.”

“Mac-Macalla express?” Orson snorted as he was ridden by two men. “As if.”

Pj whimpered as his prostrate was nudged. “Stop fighting you two!” He pleaded, stars flashing behind his closed eyes.

“You know you blokes love it!” Mr. Macalla pushed Pj down onto Orson‘s body so that he could get a better traction by squatting behind the pair. “Just love getting pounded by a ol’ “dumb” jock like me.”

Orson gained enough of his wits to look over Pj to his coworker. He noticed that hidden under the pleasured expression grazing the koala‘s face was a little bit of hurt. He supposed that he had been rough on the other man, making fun of his size and love of sports. ‘Maybe I should apologize.’ He wondered. After all it seemed that he truly was a good man. The largest of the three opened his mouth to express his regret, but his apology was drowned out as Pj clamped his mouth over his, moaning into his muzzle as he came inside of him with tremendous intensity. 

Pj groaned as his body gave up futile fight against his building climax. Toes curling and anus tightening around Mr. Macalla’s cock as he unloaded into the adult under him. Getting it from both ends was just too much for him to hold out any longer and he didn’t want to. His mind fizzling out as he rode out the pleasure he had gained from getting into bed with both men.

Roger slowed down to a near stop as his member was caught in a vice like grip. He would never get used to that. “You already pop one out D’caht?” He asked tapping on the boy’s shoulder.

“Y-yeah sorry.” Pj said pulling away from a thoroughly kissed Mr. Brown.

“Nothing to get sorry about, men should feel good when they come.” The shorter man gave an experiential thrust into the boy in front of him. Snickering when Pj shuddered and tried to push him off. “Guess we broke you huh?”

“No, No I’m fine.” Pj assured weakly. “Just give me a few moments to recover.”

“Take all the time you need Peter.” Mr. Brown gently caressed the panting cat’s face. “I am sure our football obsessed friend here can wait until you have recovered enough to continue.”

“Naw he can’t mates” Roger growled playfully. With little resistance the koala pushed Pj out of the way, the boy rolling onto his back next to the two older men, then took his place in front of Mr. Brown. Thrusting into the stunned bear with a hardy push. “Ahh, now it’s time I get back at ya for making fun of football mate.” He laughed just before he started to fuck his coworker with bone shattering thrusts.

Orson gave the other man an annoyed glare. “Why you! You get off of me this instant you little-ahhh!” There was a long groan as Roger hit that special spot. “Oh fuck yesss” Another moan. “Oh my yes, yesssss! Roger right there again, that spot! Oh by the stars in heaven. That‘s it give it to me, please.”

“That’s it roly-poly start moaning for ol’ Roger.” The high school coach encouraged. “He likes it when his sheila acts like a good bitch.”

“B-bitch?” Orson seethed. “HOW DARE YOU… *AHHH!* HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A BITCH!”

Roger used his hand to clamp Mr. Brown’s muzzle shut. “Let’s not ruin the mood by talking Orssy.” he said snickering as Orson tried to speak.

Pj shook his head as he lay their and watched as the two men rutted. The image of such a little bear on top of bigger one almost too strange to believe. But at the same time it had to be one of the most erotic things he ever seen. Mr. Macalla was spry, using long deep strokes to drive himself into his partner with animal-like voracity, and Mr. Brown his air of sophistication peeled away like the peal of a banana was acting so slutty. Legs press up against his chest as far as they could go, crying out every time his ass was skewered by the man above him. Pawing at himself suddenly Pj began to masturbate as he watched, his own moans joining the ones coming from the two older men on the bed with him.

Pj stopped touching himself however when a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Looking up the young man was pleasantly surprised to see Mr. Brown watching him. “Don’t waste that fine erection with that Peter.” Orson said imploringly. “Allow me to return your favor from earlier and fellate you.”

Pj nodded and moved next to the other man, presenting his cock to be swallowed by his moaning teacher, which he did without another word. The three continued like this for a very long time. Mr. Macalla fucking Mr. Brown’s large ass while Pj did the same to his face. But unfortunately their fun ended, but did so in the most spectacular way. Roger, Orson, and Pj climaxing at nearly the same time, both kneeling men pulling their cocks free from Orson as they shot off like cannon fire. Loads rising high in the air while a completely satisfied Mr. Brown came himself, their three loads raining down on a brown furred belly in a shower of thick white seed and cries of screaming passion.

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Pj sighed as he opened up his soda and took a long drink from the bubbly concoction. “I’m going to sleep like a brick when I get home” He said aloud. The younger man looked over to his teachers lying on top of the bed with him. Fluids drying on their still naked bodies as they enjoyed the post-coital bliss which had settled over them after their fun. 

“I think I am going to be doing the same once the caucus is over.” Orson added his face pressed against this pillow. “After cleaning all our cum off of my collectables that is.”

“I’m just hoping I won’t fall over in the middle of the trice dammed meeting.” Roger guzzled the last of his own drink, a brand name beer which he was overjoyed to learn Mr. Brown also enjoyed. “Humm… This is some mighty fine brew Orson. Do you have anymore?”

“Sorry it’s all gone I’m afraid.” The bear said absently as he picked off a dry patch of Koala cum. “The only reason it was here in the first place was because I wanted to get inebriated last week and didn’t feel like going to a bar on my own.”

“I know how that feels.” Roger gave his naked companion a thoughtful look. “You know, Orssy I was thinking, maybe D’caht here is right.” He motioned his can toward Pj. “We’re a lot alike so why don’t we try going out for a drink.”

“You… you don’t mean on a date do you?”

“FUCK NO!” Roger sputtered. “I was just wanting to have a guy friend to have some coldies with. I’m straight.” he glanced to the two naked men. “Well… mostly straight that is.”

Orson breathed a sigh of relief. He was more tolerant of the shorter man now but going to that degree of romanticism wasn‘t something he was sure he wanted with the football coach. “Wonderful then! How about next Friday we drive over to “The edge”? They have the most marvelous martinis. And the music!

“I’m not going to some namby-pamby dance club Orssy.” Mr. Macalla snorted. “Humm… but how about we go to one of my bars instead? I know the prefect one too; the one over on Decatur Avenue called “Sweet Meats”.”

Mr. Brown looked like he was about to hesitantly agree to the suggestion but just as he opened his mouth he snapped it shut again, eyes squinting. “Wait… you would not happen to be speaking of that place with all those scantily dressed women dancing in go-go cages and bikers mulling about the entrance?”

“That’s the one!” Roger whooped, slapping Brown’s large belly. “Best fucking place in all of Spoonerville to get hot wings and a nice cold brewskie. Not to mention the sheila! They‘re mighty easy on the eyes and none too shy.”

“I am not going to eat half frozen food stuffs in some dark and dingy strip join Roger!” Orson said snootily. The bear got up from the bed and dusted himself off frowning down at the koala. “We’re going to The Edge or someplace just as classy for our little boy’s night out.

“Don’t call it our “Little boy’s night out” ya big queen.” Roger said getting up from the bed himself. “And we’re going to one of my bars! I don’t think I’d be ever to live it down if someone saw my swishing may way into some twenty-something nightclub like you do.”

“Swishing!” Mr. Brown growled and slammed both his hands on his bed. “How dare you say I swish anywhere?”

“I’s call them like I sees them mate!” Roger said mimicking the other bear.

Pj sighed and took another sip of his drink as the two began to argue. ‘So much for enjoying the afterglow.’

(You know Mr. Diary I think I’m going to amend what I wrote in you earlier. It seems like complete opposites becoming friends is a coming occurrence. At least when it comes to the men in my life that is. As I watched the two older men in the room with me fight over such a stupid thing I could see the slight smiles on their faces both of them obviously enjoying it. Later I would find out that the went to both bars in a drunken haze of fun and booze, the two of them ending up having sex in the alley behind Sweet Meats after Mr. Macalla got turned on by the stripers. Both of them begrudgingly telling me when I spoke to them later that they had had the time of their lives. I knew there was a lesson to be learned with this whole thing but really I’m just happy that they’re both not so lonely anymore.)

The sound of Mr. Macalla’s cell ringing brought Pj out of his observation of the fight going on in front of him. Seeing that neither bear had heard the phone the husky boy realized that answering it was up to him. So after rolling himself off of the bed Pj went over to the koala‘s discarded pants and pulled the small device out of the pocket. “Hello, this is Mr. Macalla’s phone who should I say is calling?”

“Petite?” Bubba‘s Cajun accented voice came over the receiver. “What you doing answering the little man’s cell.”

Pj glanced over to Roger and Orson. Sighing as he observed the usually composed Mr. Brown place Roger in a head lock, demanding though gritted teeth that the shorter bear agree to his choice of bars. “Mr. Macalla’s just a little busy at the moment so I decided to answer for him.”

“Well, whatever then.” Bubba said uninterested. “Tell the pipsqueak that me and Mrs. Stark just got back from the auto shop and are now waiting for you two to get yourselves back here.” There was a small pause. “Where are you anyhow?”

Pj could feel a blush beginning to creep across his face. “Um… well we sorts went up to my other teachers apartment to get him and kinda got distracted, heh-heh.” The resulting boisterous laughter from over the phone made Pj’s embarrassment grow tenfold, his face completely turning red as the gator on the other end made a few choice lewd comments.

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A half an hour later…

Pj sat in the cab of Bubba’s truck arms over his chest and a small pout on his lips. His sulky mood caused by the constant teasing at the hands of the reptilian mechanic next to him. It had all started as soon as he, Mr. Macalla, and Mr. Brown had come back down to the road from the grizzly’s apartment. The gator giving him a toothy and knowing grin as he explained what had happen with the new car part. After installing the new part in a matter of minutes and seeing the three teachers off the two men had gotten back into Bubba’s truck and continued their own trip to the home improvement store. Bubba instantly beginning a string of double and single entendres about Pj getting schooled by the two bears he had spent the afternoon with.

“Come Petite Bubba was only pulling your leg. He didn’t mean to upset you.” Bubba said noticing for the first time the mood his companion was in. “And it’s not like you should be ashamed. Them two teddies are mighty good looking. Wish you had taped the whole thing so that I could enjoy it back at my place later.”

“I’m not ashamed.” Pj said quietly. “I just don’t go about kissing and telling. Besides it only happened because you did that dirty stuff to me in the truck earlier.” 

“Yeah that’s the only reason cher.” Bubba chuckled. He knew dam well that Pj would have ended up having sex with his teachers no matter what the circumstances. “If it helps any I could tell you about my ride along with Mrs. Stark.”

“I don’t think I want to hear about you and the cheerleading coach making awkward conversation.” Pj said tiredly.

“Oh there was more than talking going on Peeje.” The older man told him. “Go ahead and take a look at what I got in the glove compartment.”

Pj gave his large friend a confused look but did as told anyway. Pulling open the small door and giving a yelp as a pair of rather large frilly pink panties fell out. “Bubba… you didn’t!”

“Oh yes I did petite!” The gator said proudly. “And I enjoyed every second of it. Just like I’m going to enjoy getting sloppy thirds when I fuck your ass after we’re done shopping.”

(I repeat: Bubba is just too horny for his own good.)

Next time: Pj watches as His dad and Mr. Fraido have a showdown, with unexpected results…