Bubba’s Fishing Spot…

The early morning sun had risen several hours ago over the small mountainside town of Whistler’s lake. The local populace of humble mountain folk, visiting campers, and eager fishermen waking up bright and early to begin their days. Already on the large pristine lake which was positioned in the center of the valley there was a variety of men and women sitting in small boats, fishing rods in hands and their lines cast out in hope for the first big bite of the day. 

But for one particular young man, a husky bodied, dark furred feline named Pj D’caht, the day hadn’t begun for him yet. Because instead of leaving the nice warm confines of his bed like everyone else had done he had instead opted to remain wrapped up in the snugly blankets of his bed for as long as he could, his face half buried in his pillow and drool running down his double chin as he slept in the bedroom of one of the many cabins lining the wooded region. 

Sleeping late like this usually wasn’t something Pj indulged in. Most days he would have awoken early, made breakfast for his father, done his chores, and gotten himself ready for school. But today was different for two very different facts. One school wasn’t in right then, the spring break putting an end to his terrible reign for a week. And two: Pj needed all the rest he could get after the bout of nighttime debauchery he had partaken in the previous night when his own father, Pete D’caht and their friend Bubba Molyneux had jumped him down at the dock by the lake for a round of what they had dubbed “Surprise Butt Sex!!”. 

Pj had tried to resist the two men at first as he always did. But when quickly found himself unceremoniously stripped of all his clothing and then chased buck naked and red faced back to the cabin goosing him all the way he relented and let come what may. What followed after he “surrender” was a long and very pleasurable night of being contorted into numerous sexual positions as the older men did things to him that would make even the most experienced and open minded porn stars blush. 

By the time Bubba and Pete had finished with him and left to go fishing, a whopping five o’clock in the morning, Pj was more than happy to just fall into bed and remain unconscious in a blissful slumber until it was time to go home on Sunday.

Unfortunately this half thought out plan didn’t pan out for Pj however. Because just as he rolled over onto his back in his sleep to become more comfortable, a pesky beam of sunlight began filtering into the room through an open window. Stealthily this luminous shaft slowly made its way down the bare wood walls, over the headrest of the bed, and right onto Pj’s sleeping face. Feeling the heart Pj’s twitched his nose a little. Then when the irritation didn’t ease up he groaned and begrudgingly opened his eyes with an irritated groan.   

“So much for me sleeping in late today.” Pj mumbled to himself as he sat up. When something work him up it was always so hard for him to get back to sleep that he never tried. “But… I guess it could be worse. Dad and Bubba could have been the ones who woke me up.” 

Thinking of all the reasons why that scenario would have been bad for him, Pj decided that he had better things then stay in bed all morning and quickly swung his legs over the side. After giving a quick yawn the heavy set man then stood up and gave a mighty stretch, his naked body shivering as a cold spring morning draft from the open window blew across the room and caressed his bare backside. 

Reacting to this small breeze Pj hurried over to the open window and closed it shut, his face a little red as he noticed a couple walking in front of the cabin they were staying at. He was just lucky that he was so high up that they hadn’t notice him standing by the window in his birthday suit. 

“Better put something unless I want to have an indecent exposure record like dad.” Pj joked to himself. Glancing around the floor, Pj searched for the simple pair of shorts and t-shirt he had been wearing off and on (Mostly off) during the week they had been on their fishing trip. However upon look he quickly found out that neither article of clothing was present in the room. 

“Crud! I bet they’re still down by the dock!” Pj groaned with a smack to his forehead. “Crud… and all my other clothes are back in the RV outside.” 

Becoming worried that he was more or less trapped in his birthday suit Pj silently cursed his father’s over stimulated sex drive. But just as all hope seemed to be lost the pudgy boy noticed said man’s large discarded shirt from the night before hung over the shade of a lamp on the nightstand. Picking it up and examining it Pj quickly realized that if he was going to keep any sense of modesty then he better use this as a substitute. 

“Well at least it’s better than running around in the buff.” Pj reasoned as he slipped it on. Then at seeing that it only went down far enough to barely cover his ample bottom and bare crotch he sighed while adding. “Well… it’s a little better at least.”

Now “sufficiently” dressed the chubby young man left the loft like second story of the cabin and padded his way down the narrow staircase to the first floor and then into the kitchen near the back of the building. After everything that had happened the night before he needed something to fill his belly so that he could regain his strength. Even if the only thing they had were a few fish laced leftovers. 

Moving about the kitchen with his usual graceful gait Pj managed to find some canned vegetables and the baked fish he had made the day before. Sticking both items in the microwave he quickly punched in five minutes and waited as the food began to spin around inside of the device.

As Pj waited for his food to get ready, the pudgy man let out a sigh and leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes going over the cabin again as he thought over how nice it was and how the spring break he was on was so different than any other he had ever experienced.

(You know something Mr. Dairy I don’t want to jinx it, but I’m really starting to enjoy this vacation. Yeah I know that sounds crazy seeing as how much I complained about all the sex I was dragged into but really that only sweetened the whole thing. Don’t tell anyone though. Bubba’s fishing spot had to have been the nicest place I’ve been to too. Plenty of sunshine, friendly people, beautiful sights, and a really relaxing atmosphere. Not to say there wasn’t a few problems. Mostly the lack of Wi-Fi and television. But I quickly forgot about those things after the first day here when I sat on the deck with my bare feet in the water and watched the sunset. 

The cabin we got was really nice too. It was big, and I know I sound a bit dorky but it was really, really cool. Kinda embarrassed about how we managed to get it though. You see Dad was all set with the three of us all living out of the RV during our visit here. He said that if the old girl was good enough to carry us here then it was darn good enough for sleeping in, drinking beer in, and in his own very crude and raunchy words “Fuckin’ the boy’s slutty ass in”. As you can imagine I was not looking forward to that, but thankfully Bubba felt the same way and insisted that we stay in one of the many, many cabins that lined the lake. Bubba even threatened to take my dad over his knee when he refused the ultimatum at first. Dad, as you know doesn’t do too good when he’s ordered around but he eventually gave in after Bubba sweet talked him a bit. You know Bubba’s the only person who I’ve even seen dad give into like that. Weird isn’t it. 

After that fight we ended up heading to a nearby place that rented cabins to vacationing fishermen. Apparently the owner and his twin brother, a pair of big old barrel chested and intimidating grizzlies named Bobby Joe and Joey Bob, were old friends of Bubba’s family and agreed to give us a cabin half off. That discount wasn’t good enough for my Dad though. As soon as he heard it he immediately tried bargaining with them to get a cabin for free. It didn’t go too well until Bubba suggested something that ended up with me leaning over a table in the back of the shop, my pants around my ankles and my backside being rigorously pounded into by Joey Bob while Bobby Joe waited for his turn and negotiated a deal with my smirking dad. Apparently I had done such a good job at letting those two guys have their way in fact that by the time we left they had decided to give us a ninety percent discount. 

I complained about the whole thing later you know but hey, it wasn’t like I really disliked what happened so I eventually dropped it. Especially after we saw where we would be staying. Actually… when I thought back to it then… the way those two men and Bubba and my Dad took turns having sex with me that first day at Whistler‘s Lake. It was enough to make a guy get so turned on that he went and did something stupid. And that’s exactly what happened embarrassed to admit.}

Snapping out of his thoughts and back to reality as the microwave dinged, Pj gave a long suffering sigh and peered down past his belly to the tent that had developed in the long shirt he was wearing. Thinking about his encounter with the bear brothers had caused a small precum soaked stain to appear at the tip of the peak, the fabric rubbing erotically against the head of the dick underneath in such a way that was slightly grating was a little exciting too.

“Geeze not again!” Pj complained as he bashfully lifted the bottom of his shirt. “You know you really are a pain sometimes buddy.” 

When his cock throbbed in response to his words Pj peeked over to a clock on the wall and checked the time. “I… guess I could take care of you really quick if you’re insisting on it.” He reasoned reading it. “They shouldn’t be back for a few more hours. Plus I really don’t want to be like this when they get back. I’d end up in the same boat as last night.” 

Thoughts of pleasuring himself forefront in his mind Pj quickly made his way over to the lone couch in the cabin’s living room. Laying down on the soft and frankly tacky piece of furniture Pj spread his legs apart and hiked up his shirt just enough to uncover his aching member. Spitting in his hand he then reached down and wrapped his wet fingers around himself, stroking the heated flesh with slow and precise strokes. Within a few minutes Pj became fully engrossed with the waves of pleasure assaulting his brain, his toes curling and his balls tingling as he squirmed and rolled his head back against the armrest of the couch.

As he continued to jack off Pj found his mind drifting and realized that the way he was being so responsive to his own self manipulation had to be a little weird. After all he had been sleeping with what had to be half of Spoonervile’s male population by now so jacking off shouldn’t even faze him. 

However when he accidentally swiped his thumb over the leaking piss slit of his cock all thoughts of the oddness of what was happen disappeared. All of them quickly replaced with memories of his past sexual experiences and which comic book characters he found attractive. Pretty soon he knew that he’d drive himself over the edge and cum on himself. Then after he was calm he could clean up and hide the evidence so that his dad and Bubba would be none the wiser to his dirty dealings. 

Or at least that’s what Pj had hoped was going to happen. Unfortunately his well laid plans went up in smoke for the second time that day. Just as Pj was falling over the edge, toes curling as he began to cum, a loud stomping sounded from outside of the cabin. The noise quickly followed by the sound of the front door of the building flying open and the loud and gruff bellowing of one Pete D’caht as he returned home. “Hey boy we’re home! You better as hell got our lunch do… huh?”

Stopping in the doorway Pete blinked a few times as he tried to process what was in front of him as his son did the same thing. For the first few moments neither man said anything, Pj’s face growing red as a tomato at being caught jerking off red handed… or dick in handed as it were while the usual sneer that graced Pete’s face morphed into a very dirty and very, very lecherous looking smirk. 

Then suddenly Pete let loose a loud braying laugh, his entire body jiggling as he snickered. “Well, well, well lookie what I’ve gone and walked in on!” He said with cruel jovially as the starring spell ended. Stepping to the side the large man glanced outside and then flourished into the cabin towards Pj. “Hey Swamp Breath, move yer big green ass and get in here.” He called out with a braying laugh. “You won’t believe what I caught da little brat doin’!”

Appearing from behind his longtime friend Bubba gently pushed Pete to the side and sauntered into the building looking around. When he caught sight of the youngest member of their vacation group and what he had been doing a big toothy grin flashed across his emerald hued face. “Humm, humm now ain’t dat the sweetest sight I ever saw!” He said with a hearty chuckle. Continuing into the cabin Bubba walked over to the couch Pj was lying on and sat down on the armrest and leaned over towards him, green eyes roaming over him unashamedly. “You look mighty sexy in dat there shirt cher. It’s one of yours ain‘t it Petey?”

“Sure is.” Pete said eyes still boring into his son. “Though it don’t fit right on da boy’s short pudgy frame. Not that I’m complaining ‘bout him going around pantsless mind ya.”

“T-Thanks guys.” Pj stammered at the dirty praise. “I… g-guess.” Realizing that he was still uncovered below the waist, Pj quickly tried his best to pull the shirt back down to cover his private parts. He was stopped however when Bubba’s hands smacked his away, the large palms then going to his limp cum covered dick after and giving its tender surface a gentle tug. 

“Don’t go covering up on our account.” The Cajun nearly cooed while stroking Pj. “Me and your daddy over there just love seeing you half naked and covered in cum?”

“Rather see the horny slut completely naked with his ass in da air m’self.” Pete remarked. Slamming the door behind him he went over to the pair, lustful eyes glaring down sinisterly at his nervously smiling son. “You just couldn’t wait fer yer ol man ta get back could you?” He taunted. “Just got yerself so worked up that you jus had to go a spankin’ da monkey behind m’back.” 

Pretending to be hurt by the very notion, Pete then gave his son a sad pout and stared down at the floor morosely. “Weren’t it enough that me and scales worked so hard ta fucky-nated ya real good last night?” He asked in what almost sounded in a pitiful voice. “Aren’t I enough ta make ya happy boy?

Pj cringed at every word just spoken to him, his mortification growing more and more as his dad went on. True after last night he should be well satisfied but he just couldn’t help it. Thinking about the two bears from earlier just sent him off. “S-Sorry sir.” He mumbled.

Pete continued staring at the floor for a few more moments despite his son’s apology and then suddenly he raised his head again, eyes twinkling with dark mischief and a large sinister grin on his face. “Dam yer easy boy!” He laughed. “But I guess I’ll accept yer apology. But only iffin ya let you dear old daddy have some ass as comy-pa-sation.”

Pj shook his head totally confused by the sudden change the conversation had taken. “What, what!” He tried to ask.

But the question came too late. Striding forward faster than a man his size should have been able too; Pete crossed the short distance between him and his son and climbed onto the couch, effortlessly flipped the boy over, and bent him over the side of the couch as he began unbuckling his own pants in one fluid motion.

Now that he had his son where he wanted Pete gave him a few good slaps on his ass and held him down as he struggled. “Stop yer fidgetin’ boy! I figured since yer so horny right now that you‘d love a chance ta have yer fat assed fucked.” Pete proclaimed loudly while pushing down his pants far enough to expose his already hardening cock. pushing down his pants the large man fished out his rapidly hardening cock and rubbed it up and down Pj‘s bare ass crack. “And fuck knows I really need it after the shit luck we had out on the lake again this morning.”

Pj let out a hot breath as he felt his dad‘s manhood tickle the fur in his furrow. No matter how many times that organ had worked its way between his full meaty cheeks the size of it was still just as intimidating as the first. “Awe come on dad, I… I’m not really that horny honest!” Pj exclaimed. “I already came and everything.”

“Yeah ya did.” Pete agreed. Reaching under his son he quickly gathered some cum staining his dark fur and used it to slick himself up cock. “Prefect lube fer pound-I-natin’.”

 “B-But can’t we wait until after we all have lunch or something?” Pj half begged.

Only half listening Pete began sliding his hard dick between the two rounded cheeks he had only been between hours ago, searching out the hole which he was about to ream out. “If you wuz really hungry then you should have been stuffin’ yer face stead of playing wit yer dick boy.” He snorted. “Now all yer gonna get inside of you for lunch is some grade “A” man meat.”

“But sir can‘t it wait?” Pj tried once again. “I’ll… I’ll cook that thing you really like if you’d--”

“--How about I go and make da grub today fella’s?” Bubba not so helpfully suggested. “That way you won’t have to worry yourselves.” Standing up the gator walked around the back of the couch and leaned over it, giving Pete a wink and Pj a pat on the back as he did. “Plus we wouldn’t want to interrupt this sweet father son moment between ya’ll.”

“Thanks Bubba.” Both Pj and Pete said at the same time, the two men using very different tones as they spoke.

Bubba grinned at the two different responses he had gotten to his solution. It was always so much fun for him to spend time with both the father and son dup. Pj’s sweet, gentle and utterly innocence nature a prefect contrast to Pete’s grumpy, rough, and debaucherous one. In fact Bubba was so amused by them that without thinking he leaned forward and gave Pete a chaste peck on his frowning lips. An action that immediately made the dark furred man huff and push the gator away with a growl. 

“Ya better knock it off wit that kind of shit scales.” Pete warned, dark gaze focused on the other man as he thrust into Pj’s prepared ass. “You know I don’t go in fer any of that fairy stuff like da boy here.”

‘Yet here you are with you penis up by butt dad.’ Pj sarcastically thought to himself as Pete began to move inside of him, each inward drive making his head spin.

Apparently Bubba had the exact same thought, the taller man rolling his eyes at what Pete had just said as he started walking into the kitchen. “Whatever you say Boss Man.” He called out over his shoulder. “Anywho how’s the famous Molyneux fried fish sound for lunch?”

“Whatever… *grunt* …just… shit that’s it boy tighten’ up for me …Just make plenty of it will ya.” Pete grunted as he began to fuck Pj’s upturned ass. “Sumthin’ tells me I’m gonna be workin’ up one hellava appetite after breedin’ our bitch here. Ain‘t that right boy?”

“I g-guess so sir.” Pj managed to get out as his father began fucking him in earnest with his massive cock. As he laid there over the side of the couch and endured his father’s lust filled onslaught, Pj unexpectedly let his mind wander to the dejected tone he had just heard Bubba use after his kiss was rejected. Looking up from the floor to the gator he was surprised to see a small frown on his lips as he took out a jug of oil and poured it into a pan. Bubba not grinning or smiling was truly a rare sight now that he thought of it. For something to affect him like this it must be serious. 

Even though he was being driven into by his overly horny father Pj felt a growing desire to call out to the other man and see if he was alright. Unfortunately for this feeling it was quickly squashed when Pete grabbed Pj’s by his shoulders and started to jack hammer into his already sore hindquarters. The older feline fucking his son with such raw animalistic passion that the only thing leaving Pj’s mouth after that was a series of moans and pleasurable cries for more. 

(You know Mr. Diary sometimes I wondered what’s exactly up with my dad and Bubba. What with the way Bubba talks too and kisses my dad sometimes. I mean I’m not naive about some parts of their relationship. I know they’re friends with benefits and all but sometimes it looks like there’s something deeper there. Look at this spring break for example. As the days went by I really began to notice how similar our time together was like some sort of warped family unit. My dad acting the part of the grumpy father figure of course while Bubba helped me cooks meals and treats me like I’m his kid too. Then there was one night when I accidentally eavesdropped on the two of them when they thought I was asleep. My dad was actually talking to Bubba almost sort of affectionately. Something which he rarely ever does for anyone.)

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Later that night, after dinner…

It was Pete’s loud belch that signaled the end of lunch that afternoon in the rented cabin. Bubba joining in on the post meal announcement by crushing the beer can he had just emptied against his forehead as accompaniment to the rude sound. Pj for his part sat in his chair shaking his head at the two men’s antics. Sometimes for two grown men both his father and Bubba could act so childish. It was exasperating most of the time but if he had to admit it Pj also found it a bit cute. Not that he’d ever tell that to them. 

“Hate to admit it but that was fuckin’ good grub you jus cooked us Bubs.” Pete remarked while picking his teeth with his pinky finger. “Not as good as what I get from that Joe’s Seafood Hovel and Tackle shop back home but still more then expectable-like.”

“Dad!” Pj sighed. Why did his father always have to be so rude? Bubba had been so nice as to cook them that wonderful meal while they fooled around on the couch and now here he was backhandedly insulting it. “You could be nicer to Bubba you know.” Pj continued. 

“I’ll be as nice as I want slut.” Pete sniffed. Pushing himself away from the table the large man patted his belly and let loose another burp, this one so loud that it made the silverware and plates on the table rattle from its volume. “No iffin you pair ’o’ smucks will excusea-ma-fy me I got to go sleep this meal off.”

Face palming as his dad strutted out of the kitchen Pj peered over to Bubba in hopes that he wasn’t too offended by what had just been said. Thankfully Bubba only seemed to be amused, his eyes locked onto Pete as the heavy man sat down on the couch and unbuckled his pants. But still Pj felt that he needed to apologize none the less. “I’m sorry about what dad just said Bubba.” He told the other man. “If it helps I really liked what you made us.”

“Don’t you pay any mind to what your daddy said petit.” Bubba said waving Pj’s worry away. “Bubba knows that old goat’s thankful for the food. Just has a hard time showing it.” Leaving his seat Bubba gathered his and Pj’s plates and took them over to the sink. “And besides he’s a little right. My culinary skills don’t hold a candle to most. Let alone against yours cher.”

Pj felt himself blushing at the honest praise being showered on him. Bubba always had a knack for making him go red in the face. “You need to stop saying stuff like that Bubba.“ He said bashfully. “You’re going to give me a big head or something.”

“Only say it cause it’s true.” Bubba said back smiling. “Should have saved you from yer daddy earlier so we could have had a proper meal. Bet you could of made that fish twenty times better den I did.”

Pj got an idea from hearing that. Maybe he could make up for what his dad just said by cooking a big meal for bubba some other time. “Hey! I know you’re busy a lot but m-maybe you could teach me how to cook your fried fish sometime!” He suggested.

Leaning back against the kitchen counter, Bubba gave a thoughtful hum. “Well… I don’t know if I can do that Pj honey.” He began glumly. “The recipe I used is an old family secret. Only spose to pass it down to a relation by blood or marriage.”

The happy expression on Pj‘s face that had formed at his idea instantly dropped at that. He knew full well how important it was to keep some recipes family secrets. “Oh… that’s alright then.” He said sadly, his ears drooping. “I guess I can find some other recipe on the internet or some--”

“Now don’t go getting all down in the tooth.” Bubba interrupted before Pj could finish. “Since it’s you we’re talking about teaching it to then Bubba don’t see any harm in you knowing. You and your daddy are just like family after all”

“Really!” Pj said, leaping out of his chair. “You’re really gonna teach it to me!”

Bubba gave a fond chuckle and nodded to the eager young man. “Of course I will petit.” Reaching over to his right Bubba picked up a small index card that had been sitting next to the stove and handed the slip of paper over to Pj. “Just you promise me that you’ll guard this with yer life. This has been in da family for years. My great grandpa taught it to my Pe-paw who taught it to my Poppa who taught it to me and my brothers so it’s important.” 

Pj gave a very serious nod to the request. But his seriousness soon evaporated in the face of the joy he felt for being let in on a secret, a smile appearing on the boy’s face that could rival even Bubba’s. “I’ll be sure to keep is safe and sound sir.”

“Fer fucks sake will you two sissies stop gabbin’ ‘bout cooking over there?!” Pete’s interrupted from his seat on the couch with a surly huff. “I swear, sometimes feels like I’m stuck in da middle of my dear ol granny’s blue haired bitty brigade back when I was young.”

Pj felt his face heating up at the mocking thrown his way. Sure his interest in learning how to cook a new dish might not be the “manliest” thing to be so excited over, but cooking was one of the things Pj believed he was actually good at. He had even taken a few lessons from Mr. Fraido down at the rhino’s diner.

“Don’t go teasing him like that Petey.” Bubba said coming to the younger man’s defense. “Besides you ‘n‘ me both know you love your boys home cooking. You can‘t wait to get home from da lot and eat it each day.”

Blinking at hearing that Pj snapped his eyes back and forth between the two men. “He does!?” 

“What did I tell ya ‘bout saying shit out ‘o’ context suitcase.” Pete growled warningly. 

“But it’s so true Petey.” Brushing past Pj with a pat to the boy’s head Bubba went over to the couch and sat down next to Pete, his green clawed hand lingering on the mammal’s doughy chest for a second before it trailed downward to come to rest his large gut. “How else did you acquire this oh so sexy pot belly you lug around all da time.”

For a moment what appeared to be a found look crossed over Pete’s face at the light touch, an expression that he was quick to cover up however when he realized what he was doing. “Thought I told ya ta knock that fucking crap off!” He snapped at the other man rudely. 

Removing Bubba‘s hand from his person Pete sure to scoot a few inches away from the gator before he crossed his arms over his chest and snorted. “But fiiiiiiiine since it gets both yer panties in a bunch I‘ll stop hurtin’ the sluts little ol feelings. Happy now”

“Getting there boss man.” Bubba replied placated.

Shifting his eyes to Pj next Pete gave his son a hard look. “But he better as fuck get every single detail on dat card ‘o’ yers right or I go right back to yankin his chain.” He warned. “After all wouldn’t want a fine specimen like myself gettin’ all sick-like ’cause he can’t read yer chicken scratch.”

“Dad I’m sure Bubba wrote everything down clearly. See it’s all… … oh!” Examining the old index card he had been given as he spoke Pj quickly found out that Bubba’s perceived lacking in calligraphy skills wasn’t the problem they had. The writing on the card had somehow been reduced to nothing but a few greasy smears and inky blurs. “Oh geeze, I think we have a problem.” 

Padding over to the green scaled man Pj showed him the card, Bubba cursing lightly at the state it was in. “Damn Bo’s gonna kill me when I call him up and make him tell me how to cook this again.” He bemoaned lightly. “Nearly bit my head off after the fifth time.”

“You mean you don’t remember how to make it by yourself?” Pj asked. When Bubba shook his head no, the younger man scratched scalp. “But you said it was a family recipe.”

“It is petit but I’ve never been too good at memorizing this kind of stuff.” Bubba sighed. “I can remember every single part of an engine like that, but when it comes to da kitchen I mostly just microwave things.”

Seeing a look of disappointed crossing over Pj’s face Bubba crossed his arms over his chest and thought hard, trying to figure out a way to solve this little problem that had cropped up. After a couple of minutes an idea finally popped into the mechanics head. 

“I suppose if you truly want to learn this here recipe we could stop by my poppa’s house on the way back home.” Bubba suggested. “I’m sure Bo would even let you in on a few more old family secrets too if you butter him up.”

“We could!?” Pj said, his eyes lighting up once more. This was even better than he could imagine. He could learn about several new recipes and meet Bubba’s family in one go. Ever since the gator had first told him about his brothers and father Pj had been dyeing with curiosity to know a little more about them.

“Dam right we could petite.” Bubba answered with a grin. “That’s of course if we can talk yer daddy over here into taking a small detour.”

Turning their heads back over to where Pete was, both were surprised to see that the large man was snoring, seemingly having fallen asleep out of boredom and a full belly. Giving out a huff of laughter at the way Pete was drooling Bubba reached over and lightly jabbed him in his ribs trying to wake him. The sharp poke almost instantly doing the trick as Pete gave a loud snort which was quickly followed by an angry growl.

“What da fuck’s the big idea!” Pete snapped at his mechanic. “Can’t ya see I was getting’ m’self some much deserved beauty-fa-ma-cation sleep over here.” 

“Something which you sure as hell need D’caht.” Bubba quipped back much to Pete annoyance. “But if I can dissuade you out of sleeping for about how about you tell us if we can stop by my family home on the way back to Spoonerville or not.”

Pete huffed at the request and turned away from the two annoyances in the room to get back to his nap. But before he slipped off into slumber land he did give them their answer. “No.” He grumped. “Me an’ you got ta get our asses back to da lot first thing Monday mornin’. Got that rusty shipment ‘o’ breaks from Tuscaloosa to sign off on and install ‘member.”

Pj let out a small sad sigh at his father’s refusal to let them take a detour. “Guess that’s it then.” He said over to Bubba. He knew very well that once his father made his mind up about something business related there was no changing it. “Maybe you can have them mail you the recipes or--”

“Hold your britches a second cher.” Bubba cut in as he gave Pj a conspiratorial wink. “I got myself ways of handling your daddy when he’s like this.”

Reaching over Bubba firmly nudged Pete a few more times until the irritable feline gave up trying to fall back asleep and rolled over back towards him. Then grinning Bubba began casually examining his clawed fingers while calmly saying, “You know Petey, I don’t think I ever told you this but my Poppa’s got in real good with this big old car company. Worked there for years and years.” 

Pete narrowed his eyes at this small tidbit of information, his suspicions as to why it was being brought up setting off alarms in his mind. “Why da fuck should I care ’bout some old fart who most likely can‘t get it up no more?” He said with his usual rudeness. 

Undaunted by the insult to his heritage Bubba continued his devious little mind game, shifting in his seat so he could fully face his employer and sporting his best seductive smile on his green face. The one that got even the great Pete D’caht week in the knees. “Well, you brining up them rusty expensive breaks just got me to thinking about the last time I got on the horn with him is all.” He explained. “Poppa kept going on and on about this big shipment of auto parts that his old company that they’re having a helluva time getting rid of.”

When Pete’s ears twitched hearing what he said Bubba already knew he had won. Pete might be a conman at heart but he had his buttons like everyone else. Buttons that Bubba knew how to push perfectly after years of knowing him.

“In fact…” Bubba smirked over to Pj. “If I remember our little chat the right way Poppa said that the fella trying to sell them wants then off his hands so badly that he’d take the first offer given to ’im. Even if the offer was only for a few pennies.” 

Hearing that he could scam someone for such a small price, Pete’s sleepy mood instantly disappeared. The large man leaping off of the couch and onto his feet with a determined air about him. “You know sumthin suitcase I think it‘s high time we all went and visited yer suckers! Er, ah, I mean yer family.” Pete announced with a clap of his hands. “In fact why don’t we just ferget ‘bout fishing ta-mary and head out.”

“If that’s what you want boss man.” Bubba said smugly. Looking over his shoulder the mechanic gave a flabbergasted Pj a knowing look. “After all ya’ll always know what’s best. What with being the most handsome, intelligent and sexiest man I’ve ever known.”

“Ya and don’t you forget it Bubs.” Pete chuckled darkly. “Now iffin you two smucks will ’scuse this sexy bastard, he needs some time to plan some stuff.” Rubbing his chin the large man left his two companions to their own devices, muttering to himself as he descended the stairs to the second story no doubt already deep in thought about all the ways he was going to scam this friend of Bubba’s father out of all his auto parts.

Watching as his dad disappeared from sight Pj shook his head in amazement at what had just happened. Bubba had just played him like a finely tuned instrument. “You know if he ever figures out what you just did to him he’s going to kill you right?” He said walking over to the gator. 

To the concerned Pj’s surprise Bubba reached up to grabbed him, pulling the boy onto the couch and his lap. “Trust me petite…” He said as he busying himself with groping and nuzzling a dark furred neck.  “Your daddy ain’t going to be disappointed after we visit my family. He’ll be way too sexed up and raring for more to even care I bamboozled him.”

“I-If you say s-so Bubba.” Pj panted as his breath increased and his manhood began to swell in excitement. But just as he slipped under the fog of lust something came to mind. “Wait! What do you meant he’s be way too sexed up to care? Just what exactly is going to happen at your dad’s house?”

Bubba chuckled at the worried question. “Let me give you a little preview of what’s gonna happen once we get there cher.” He said seductively. 

That’s exactly what Bubba proceeded to do too. The gator unleashing a wild torrent of untamed lust on the younger man that left the pudgy boy covered in sweat, cum, and love bites by the time they finished and he fully understood what was in store for him in the next couple of days of their vacation. 

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The next day,…

“When da hell are we goin’ to fuckin’ get there!” Pete complained for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day. “My legs are startin’ at cramp damn it!”

Eye twitching as he drove the RV down a little country road, Bubba took a deep calming breath as he tried to keep his cool. “Only a little bit more.” He assured his boss. “Just keep your mind on all those shiny new auto parts you’re going to be getting your hands on.”

Pete slouched in his seat and glared out the front window. “Yeah well, I’m beginnin’ ta think the damn parts you keep talkin’ a’bout aren’t worth this fucking long trip.” He remarked huffily. Deciding that he rather do something else that day besides sitting on his ass in the front of a car Pete stood up, his backside coming dangerously close to blocking Bubba’s view, and started to leave the cab. 

“Since this crap is takin’ so long I’m gonna go take a nap in da back.” The grumpy man announced over his shoulder. “Don’t wake me up till we get wherever yer takin’ us or else.” 

“Will do Petey.” Bubba sighed back as he watched Pete’s mammoth backside disappear into the back of the RV. Alone now the large man now took a deep sigh of relief. He enjoyed being around Pete almost all the time but when the older man was in one of his moods he became unbearable.

And Bubba knew the exact reason for this recent bout of grumpiness and it wasn‘t just the long trip they were currently on. Most of Pete‘s ire was born because he had missed out on having more fun with Pj on the couch the night before. In fact Bubba could still clearly remember the sour look he had been on the receiving end of when he carried Pj up the stairs, the boy too tired from being fucked silly to go another round with his father. It had taken three blow jobs from Bubba to eventually calm Pete down after that. But even then the distraction only worked half way.

“Um, Bubba… do you mind if I sit up here with you for a while?” Pj’s voice said, breaking through Bubba’s musings. Peering behind his seat the gator watched as the younger D’caht hesitantly poked his head into the cab and gave him a bashful smile. “Kinda don’t think it’s a good idea being back there with dad when he‘s bored and horny.”

“Heh, still sore from getting nine inches of gator cock up your derrière last night?” Bubba asked cheekily. When Pj looked away face tinting from the reminder, the older man decided to show him some mercy and kindly offered the seat next to him. “Come on and sit with you uncle Bubba for a bit then. Bet your gonna be a much better copilot then your daddy was. Much cuter one too.”

Face tinting because he had been called cute Pete quietly slipped into the passenger’s seat and silently watched as they turned off of the interstate highway and onto a smaller and much less incorporated road, the large planned comminutes and strips malls they had been driving by all day giving way to dense woodlands, a few marshes, and the occasional farm after about ten minutes of driving. 

Seeing that they were heading into a much less populated more wild looking area Pj looked over to Bubba in worry. This whole trip was beginning to remind him of the place Moose had taken him during their first date. Maybe Bubba was just fooling around and planning something similar to what the gorilla did. Eventually after the worry became too much to handle Pj voiced his concerns. “Are you sure this is the right way Bubba?” He began. “I wouldn’t want to get lost this far from home.”

Bubba glanced away from the road for a second to flash Pj and reassuring smile. “I’m as sure as spit this is the right way petit.” He laughed. “I know it‘s far off but that‘s da point. Poppa said he wanted to be somewhere where we could do whatever we wanted without getting the neighbors riled up.”

Pj opened his mouth to ask what sort of things Bubba was talking about, but a quick flash to himself last night; legs in the air while Bubba had his way with him gave the curious boy an idea of what he had meant. Instead he decided to ask something that he had been wanting to since he learned they would be stopping by the gator’s childhood home. 

“So… Bubba I know you don’t talk about them often but could you tell me what your brothers and dad are like?” Pj asked. “J-Just so I know what I’m walking into is all.”

“Getting nervous?” Bubba responded back. When Pj nodded timidly to the question the older man smiled and began telling Pj tale after tale about his family and what it was like growing up with them. 

As he heard these stories Pj found himself laughing and smiling along with the gator, his mood brightening and his apprehensions lifting as time went by. It wasn’t until an hour later that Bubba finally finished talking. The older man letting out a braying laugh as he finished the story about the time his middle brother Burt got in the preacher daughter’s bedroom by the preacher himself. 

Holding his sides as he snickered himself Pj wiped a few stray tears from his eyes and peered over to the man next to him smiling. “I, think I‘m actually going to like your family Bubba.” He said. “They seem like a real nice bunch of people.”

“Was there ever any doubt they would be?” Bubba replied back. “They raised me after all. And I know for a fact that they’re going to go crazy for you too. Specially after they get a look at how sexy you and your daddy are.”

As if mentioning him had somehow summoned him from the ether Pete choose that moment that to make his presence known again. The used car salesmen poking his head out from the back of the RV, his hair a mess and his eyes droopy. At seeing that they still hadn’t arrived to their location, the large man graced Bubba and Pj with his scariest glower. “What!? We ain’t there yet!” He growled. “Fer cripes sake, you better not be gettin’ us lost snaggletooth!”

“What is it with you D’caht boys and thinking I don’t know my way around my own home turf?” Bubba huffed with mock annoyance. “You two should just trust old Bubba. He’ll get you to where we’re going so keep your pretty mouths closed. Less you’d rather put them to better use giving me some head.”

Eyes growing wide as Bubba patted his crouch, Pj snapped his attention onto the road ahead of them and pretended he didn’t hear the gator snickering at him. Last thing Pj wanted to do was give the older man the impression that he was interested in doing such a dirty thing while he drove. Not to say that his pants didn’t become uncomfortably tight at the thought.

Smiling at the way Pj was acting from his suggestion Bubba finally got the quiet he had asked for. The rest of the trip falling into a comfortable silence with the occasional grumble from Pete behind the two of them. After another ten minutes of driving the mechanic turned the RV again. This time starting to head down a small wooded driveway that he drove down until they came upon and old abandoned garage covered in ivy and surrounded by unkempt weeds. 

“Well boy’s here we are!” Bubba announced as he shifted the RV into park. “Home sweet home. Well… for me at least.” 

Distastefully looking over the run down structure in front of their vehicle Pete scowled and humped at his old friend. “You better not be tellin’ me we drove all da way out here to visit this dump.” He warned darkly. “Cause iffin you are then you better as hell start ta runnin’ you scaly--”

“--You always were the sweet talker Petey.” Bubba quickly cut in before Pete could finish whatever rude thing he was about to say. “But just to put your mind to ease this isn’t where I’ve been driving us. This is just where we’re gonna park you old rustbucket while we visit.” 

Stretching his muscled green arm the gator pointed over to a row of large trees a short distance away. “We’re gonna be heading over there past dem trees.” He continued. “Poppa built the family a real nice little maison over there years ago.”

Pete followed his mechanics hand with an unimpressed frown. Already he was beginning to regret agreeing to this cockamamie deal. As if he could get decent auto parts out here in the boonies. “Yeah, well I’ll believe all that shit when I see it leatherhead.” He huffed as he turned to exit the vehicle. “Come one then, let’s go check out this may-son ya claim to have.”

“By all means Petey I’ll lead the way” Bubba said standing. “Wouldn’t want to have a handsome Grand Beede' like you doubting me any longer.” After tweaking Pete’s nose as he passed the scowling man, Bubba led the two cats out of the RV and onto what apparently was the front lawn of his childhood home.

Looking around as he stepped out into the crisp mid-day air of the wooded area they were in Pj felt a small shiver crawl down his spine. This didn’t exactly look like the kind of place he would want to be. To wild looking and populated by scary sounds which echoed out from the forest surrounding it. 

But despite this trepidation running through his mind Pj continued on, quickly falling into step between his dad and Bubba as the reptile led them away from the garage and through the row of trees he had pointed out earlier.

It was when they passed through this natural fence of tall foliage that all the linger doubts of them being in the wrong place vanished with a puff of smoke. The sight that greeted the trio on the other side of the trees making both Pj and Pete stop dead in their tracks, their eyes bugging out slightly at the wonder they had stumbled upon. 

(I swear to you Mr. Diary you won’t believe in a million years what we found behind those trees. Right there right in front of us was something right out of that old show lifestyles of the rich and famous. A beautifully maintained and luxurious looking lawn that was decorated with well-trimmed bushes and several shimmering ponds, a satellite dish like my dad’s only much, much bigger, and last but not least a ginormous four story house complete with an elegant wrap around porch whose roof was held up by Greek style pillars. All I could do in the face of such an amazing place was stare at it dumbly. To impressed to even form the right words in my mind. Of course dad as usual didn’t have the same problem I did.)

Roughly shoving his way past his son to get a better look, Pete walked a few feet away from his two companions, his vision going over the place in front of them. Then spinning his heals he placed both his hands on his hips and glared over at Bubba with a raised eyebrow. “This is da joint where yer old man and yer brothers live?” He asked in a disbelieving voice.

“Yup, this is the place boss man.” Bubba said with a wide grin. It was always amusing to the gator to see the faces of the people he brought home to meet his family, though they were few and far between. There was just something about the looks of shock and confused questions that amused him greatly. But by far the best response he had ever gotten was the one he was getting from Pj right now. The boy was still stuck in place, his mouth hanging open in shock as he took it all in.”

Choosing to ignore Pete’s sour glare and questions for a moment Bubba placed his finger under Pj’s double chin and gently used it to close the boy’s mouth shut for him. “Better be careful there petit.” He chuckled. “This place she’s well-kept but there plenty of flies buzzing about.”

“Sorry about that.” Pj said embarrassed by the way he was acting. It was just that it was such a shock learning that Bubba had grown up living in a place like this. Apparently when the mechanic said “maison” he hadn’t been kidding them. “Are you really sure this is the right place though?”

Bubba rolled his eyes at being asked that yet again and placed his arm around Pj‘s shoulder. “Yeah I‘m sure.’ He reaffirmed. “Lived here for nearly my entire childhood back in the day.” Leaning down he began whispering into the cat’s ear while pointing over to a gazebo at the far end of the estate. “You see over there? That’s where I lost my cherry to our gardener when I was nineteen. Well my man on man virginity that is. Lost my other one to Betsy O’Connell in da back seat of my car. Fuck did that pretty little doe have the biggest pair of tits--”

“--B-Bubba!” Pj interrupted before the other man could continue his dirty tale. Right now wasn’t the right time to be hearing about all the people Bubba had had sex with when he was his age.

Apparently Pete had a similar idea as he stood there with a deepening scowl growing on his face. “HEY! Ferget ‘bout making the boy red in da face and back over here dumbass!” He demanded in his gruffest most annoyed voice. “You still haven’t clare-a-ma-fied any of this shit fer me yet! I wanna know why ya never told me that yer old man is filthy stinkin’ rich!”

“Well you never asked now did you?” Bubba answered back with his usual smugness, much to Pete continued annoyance. “Besides you know me Petey I’m not the sort of type to really go in on all this living high on da hog stuff. I’m happy living in my little apartment back in Spoonerville and working with you down at the car lot. Course not to say I wouldn’t like it if you went and spread a little more green my way every couple of months.”

“Hey! Fer yer Inna-fer-mation I pay you way more then I should suitcase!” Pete defended with a sniff. Growing quiet after his small outburst the perturbed man folded his arms over his chest and mumbled to himself for a bit. Then suddenly, his eyes lighting up he shifted his eyes back up at Bubba, he raised an eyebrow in question. “Just how high on da hog are we talkin’ bout here anyway?”

Bubba tapped his chin a few moments, pretending to think over the question before he smirked at his friends. “Well Poppa’s the co-owner of Emerald Scales Motors so I reckon we’re just about giving dat old coot in Duckburg a run for his money right now.” He explained. “Bear in mind though I don’t keep up on all the latest news from Wall Street so it might be more or less now.”

Pete only seemed more perplexed by this bit of information, his eyes darting back and forth as he no doubt plotted all the various ways this new development could benefit him the best. “Ya know, I ought’a give it to ya good fer not tellin’ me all this sooner.”

Bubba chuckled at the second threat thrown his way from his utterly grouchy boss. “Promises, Promises.” He said grinning. “But maybe I should be da one giving it to you. After all now that you’re in on my secret I could buy and sell you big ass. How’s ten grand sound for a weekend with you on your back.”

“Make it twenty grand and we’ll talk.” Pete said back smirking himself. “But I ain’t da one who’s going to be on bottom.”

As the two men quickly descended into an teasing discussion about prostituting one another Pj decided that he rather not listen to what was being said and instead stumbled away from them, rounding a small bush a short distance away and coming to a stop in front of a small pond with a few water lilies floating in it. 

After learning what he had about Bubba just now he really needed time to think. Mostly about how someone like Bubba a man who usually was covered in oil, grime, and who knows what else could in reality be one of the riches people he had ever met. Bubba didn’t even give off that sort of vibe. He was kind, humble, and above all else friendly. Something which Pj hadn’t encountered in his few dealings with people who were very, very well off like the Tarns or the mayor of Spoonerville. 

However before Pj could fully ponder his slightly skewed world view something odd caught his eyes in the pond in front of him. Squatting down to get a closer look Pj cocked his head to the side and watched as one of the various lily pads floating on the surface began moving on its own accord. The bright pink flower traveling back and forth a few times before it seemed to notice him and began heading straight towards the bank where he was crouched down.

“What a weird little plant.” Pj mumbled to himself as he watched it approach. “I wonder if it‘s a special species or something.”

Giving into his curiosity, Pj stretched his hand out towards the flowered plant when it finally came within reach. His pudgy fingers just barely scraping the light pink petals as he tried to get it so he could have a better look. However just as he was about to acquire his prize Pj found himself gasping out in shock when a large greenish brown hand shout out from under the murky water’s calm surface and wrapped itself around his wrist holding him in place. 

Staring down at the appendage gripping his forearm Pj instantly began to panic and tried to free himself. But he quickly found himself unable to even move as the hands owner began emerging from under the water. Watching in fear Pj slowly raised his eyes as a large mountain of a man rose from the pond like the monster from the black lagoon, the forgotten lily pad atop his head and his thickset body completely covered in plant life. 

“Now what do we have here.” The creature said in a deep baritone voice. “Some chubby little trespasser? Humm… you know you look good enough to eat kid!”

Pj responded to the monster’s last comment in the same way anyone else would have hearing it. By letting loose what had to be the loudest scream ever known to mankind and trying even harder to yank his hand free of the thing which had him prisoner. 

The monster who had confronted Pj seemed to be just as startled by his reaction, the being giving his own startled yelp as he let go suddenly and fell backwards, arms waving around like a windmill as he fell backwards into the pond with a giant splash. 

Having heard Pj’s unmanly call for help Pete and Bubba appeared from behind the bush Pj had passed moments ago, both of the older man instantly springing to his side and looking around frantically for the source of what had caused him to start screaming.

Finding nothing apparently wrong however, Bubba kneeled down next to Pj and tried his best to calm the panicking boy. “Cher, cher stop fussing for a second and tell us what’s going on.” He implored the younger man. 

“Some-some-someone came out of the water over there!” Pj said pointing over to the rippling water. “A big monster or something!”

Sharing a confused look between the two of them both Pj and Pete looked over to where Pj was pointing to. To their amazement this monster that Pj had claimed to see made it appearance. The water once more parting as a stocky figure rose up from it sputtering and trying it’s best to keep from falling again.

It was only when this “monster” began cursing to himself in broken French that Bubba realized who it was he was looking at and what had caused Pj’s fright. “Bo, you big dimwitted caimon!” Bubba huffed out good-naturedly. “I should have known it was you who caused the commotion. Nearly gave my petite here a heart attack.”

Pealing a leaf off of his short muzzle the monster peeked out from under it to Bubba, Pj and Pete, his eyes growing wide in recognition. “Jake? Jake Molyneux? Is that you boy?” He asked, deep voice growing excited.  

Waiting for Bo to completely remove the plants from atop his head, Bubba chuckled warmly at the other man and offered him a warm smile. “Yeah Bo it’s me.” He confirmed. “But you know I like going by Bubba now not Jake ya big bastard.”

Realizing that, yes it was his little brother Bo let out the loudest whoop Pj and Pete had ever heard and quickly rushed forward, water splashing as he approached, and wrapped his thick arms around Bubba and lifted him a good half inch off of the ground. “Why the hell didn’t you tell us you wuz coming home!”

Climbing to his feet as Bubba was swung around from left to right; Pj dusted himself off and took a closer look at his “attacker”. Now that the shock of being scared half to death had fully worn off he finally realized that it hadn’t been some creature who had confronted him but another gator like Bubba. But unlike the mechanic this new man was a brownish green color and much shorter, with a height and body shape almost equal to Pete’s.

But by far the thing Pj noticed the most about this man was the very shocking fact that he wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing. His nude body still wet from being in the water and his short but very thick cock swaying back and forth as he hugged his sibling. 

Eyes traveling down and then back up quickly because of the dirtiness of the act, Pj scratched his head wondering. ‘Why the heck is he naked outside?’

Releasing Bubba from his iron grip Bo took a step back and inspected his brother from head to foot, a smile gracing his lips as he did so. “Still the most handsome gator I’ve ever seen.“ He proclaimed. “And I bet you’re still the best kisser too.”

Clutching the front of Bubba’s shirt the naked man pulled Bubba down till they were eye level and then drew him into a scorching kiss that both men seemed to melt into, hands traveling over each other’s bodies and pleased hums coming from both their throats. 

Pulling apart Bo gave Bubba a lustful look and then turned his attention to the two men who had been watching their display. “Now that we’ve gone and necked a bit how about you tell me who these two handsome men you brought home are? And please tell me they’re a gift for me.”

“No I’m afraid they ain’t for you Bo. But I don’t think they’d mind you playing with them.” Moving to Bo’s side so that he could place his arm over his shoulders, Bubba motioned over to the D’caht’s “Bo, I’d like you to meet my two dearest friends Pete D’caht and Pete D’caht junior. Boys I’d like you to meet my oldest brother Bo.” Reaching down he grabbed Bo’s dick and gave it a few strokes. “Or as me and Burt usually call him da family “Butt Boy”.”

Hesitantly stepping up to the wet naked man in their midst, Pj gave him a respectful nod and held his hand out for him to shake. “Um, h-hello Mr. Molyneux.” He began. “I’m really pleased to finally meet you.”

“Real polite one aren’t you son.” Bo said as he gladly took the offered hand, an amused look on his face as he did. However instead of just shaking it he took hold of the chubby boy’s hand and pulled him forward, engulfing him in a hug just as tight and enthusiastic as the one Bubba had received. 

“Sorry kid but I don’t do polite handshakes I’m afraid. I only give out hugs when I meet people for the first time.” Bo laughed as Pj struggled in his grasp. “Besides, after all the times Bubba’s talked about you over the phone it already feels like I‘ve know you for years!” 

Pulling his face out from Bo’s massive stomach Pj looked up at the other man as he stared back down at him. “Stories!?” He asked panicked. Had Bubba been sharing all the dirty filthy things they had been doing with his whole family. No Bubba might have been shameless but he wouldn’t do that. Or at least Pj hoped so.

“Hey jackass, how’s ‘bout you go lettin’ go of what belongs to me and saying hello to me.” Pete spoke up for the first time. Glowering at Bo the dark furred man tapped his foot against the grass and placed his hands on his hips. “I think you’ve been squeezin’ da life outta him long enough.”

Setting Pj back onto the ground carefully, Bo padded his way over to Pete and looked him over. “My, my you certainly are as rude and sexy looking at Bubba made you out to be aren’t you.” Bo said smirking. “Also said that you got some hammer a-swinging between them thick legs. Mind unzipping your pants and showing it to me?”

“Iffin yer set on gettin’ an eyeful of m’ pud fatso then maybe you should get down on your knees and unzip’um yerself.” Pete said arrogantly. “That is iffin you can even get down there and not roll away.” 

Despite his sour remarks however Pete actually found himself instantly liking Bubba’s brother. If the heavyset reptile so comfortable running around naked like this then they’d get along just right. Just as long as he knew his place that was.

Instead of dropping to his knees however Bo remained standing, his expression highly amused as he responded back to Pete’s suggestion. “As much as I’d like to do just what you suggested big man I think it’d be a better idea to let my daddy know that his youngest has come a-calling. Come on I know the perfect place for this little chat too.”

Patting Pete on his butt as he passed, Bo motioned for the trio to follow after him as he began walking towards the property’s center. Pj, Pete and Bubba immediately joining him in his trek before the pudgy gator could get too far away. It was as he walked behind Bo that Pj found himself coming face to ass with a small problem. Being behind the nude man meant that his eyes had nowhere else to rest their vision on but his greenish brown backside. The problem only becoming more prevalent when Pete took notice where his son’s eyes were glued to and decided to comment. 

“You enjoying da view there ya little slut.” Pete teased the red faced boy in a hushed tone. “Cause I’m sure he’d let you dive right face first inta them cheeks iffin you beg real pretty-like.” 

Looking up to Bo‘s back afraid that he might have heard what his dad had just said Pj quickly shushed him with a finger to his own lips. “Stop saying stuff like that Dad!” He hissed. “I wasn’t thinking about something depraved like that honest. I… ah, I…. I was just wondering why Bo doesn’t have a deep accent like Bubba has.”

Pete snorted at the very obvious lie and goosed Pj’s ass in retaliation for fibbing. “Stop yer lying boy or else yer getting yer ass smacked.” He threatened with a lecherous eyebrow waggle. “But you do pose a good question I ‘spose. Hey, suitcase what’s up wit that.”

Bubba who had been listening to the father and son looked away at being asked about his accent, acting as if he hadn‘t heard either of them. But thankfully for Pete’s and Pj’s curiosity Bo was there to give him his answer. 

“Jakey over there likes to lay it on real thick when he’s trying to get someone to drop their pants for him.” The older gator explained. “Says all it takes is a deep enough Cajun accent to make the girls wet and the guys hard. Don’t you Jake?”

Bubba choose to answer his brother’s question by giving the shorter man a hard punch in his arm, Bo wincing but snickering in response to the violent action. “Ok, now that you’ve gone about ruining my reputation Bo-bo how’s about you zip it ya big “couyon” and take us to wherever Poppa is lounging around.”

“That’s what I’m doing little brother.” Bo said wryly as he rubbed the forming bruise on his arm. “And what did I tell you about calling me Bo-bo? You know only poppa is allowed to call me that.”

“That’s what you get for calling me little brother and Jakey.” Bubba quipped back with a smack to Bo‘s still sore arm. “You know I hate them both. And besides you’re the shortest out of me, you and Burt so if anyone’s little in the family it’s you.”

Holding back the giggle that threatened to escape from his lips as the brothers continued playfully bickered, Pj covered his mouth and watched as they interacted. Like with his dad and Bubba even though they insulting on another it was plain to see that they really cared for each other. Over all is was a much better sibling relationship then what he had with his own sister Pistol had. Pj rightfully feared the redheaded girl now and for good reason too. As she grew it became very obvious that Pistol had inherited their father’s attitude and devious nature. Using them both to make Pj sorry he was a big brother every second of the day.

Snapping out of his thoughts of his and his sister’s odd relationship Pj took notice that instead of heading towards the house like he thought they were Bo had suddenly veered them off course and was instead leading them around the house and to the equally beautiful landscaped backyard. The chubby boy was about to ask what was going on but found himself quickly answered when he saw a large deck connected to the back of the house, a big barbeque and several pieces of patio furniture sitting on top of it. 

It was also atop this large structure that Pj got his first look at the man whom he presumed to be Bubba’s father. Sitting in one of the largest chairs in the center of the deck was an older gator the same shade of green as Bubba in his mid-sixties or so. His strong looking, but slightly overweight body dressed in a simple pair of jeans and crisp black button down shirt as he slept peacefully and unaware of everything around him.

“Still enjoying his retirement I see.” Bubba commented as they approached the deck.

Bo nodded to his brother’s statement. “That and then some.” He added. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so fully of energy. Sometimes I have trouble keeping up with him. Not that I mind that sort of thing.”

Bubba’s dad continued to sleep as the foursome made their way up the short staircase leading to the deck, his breaths quiet as they all approached him. Grinning deviously Bo placed his finger against his lips and shushed everyone. “Hey Daddy time to wake up!” He said gently reaching down and shaking his father’s shoulder. “Got a big old surprise for you when you do too. Something you’re just going to love!”

Grumbling at being rattled around the older man pushed Bo off of him and stubbornly refused to open his eyes. “Bo honey let your poppa get some shut eye for once will you!?” He groaned with a flick of his tail. “I already flipped your big ass over and gave you the business three times this morning. Why don’t you go back to swimming in one of the ponds and cool your head like I told you to.”

“Now that don’t sound like the Bryce Molyneux I know.” Bubba said over Bo’s shoulder. “What’s wrong you old “Vieux”? Old age starting to get to you after all these years?”

Hearing the sound of his youngest son’s voice the seated man gave up all pretenses of trying to go back to sleep and sat up his eyes wide. “For fucks sakes Bubba is that you son?!” He exclaimed loudly. Hopping onto his feet the older man pulled Bubba into a bone crushing his similar to what Bo did. Only difference being that instead of being kissed Bubba was on the receiving end of a harsh glare. 

“About time you got you big green hide down here and visited!” Bryce scolded with a light smack to Bubba’s shoulder. “It’s been nearly three full years since I’ve been able to lay eyes on you!”

Once again Pj was surprised when instead of one of his usual sly or smart mouthed remarks Bubba began staring down at his feet like a naughty child, a hum of apology coming out of him before he answered the older reptile properly. “Sorry about that Poppa but you know I get real busy sometimes where I work.”

“I don‘t want to hear any of them excuses boy.” Bryce huffed. “You just march right into the office of dat no good dirty boss of yours and lay on the Molyneux charm. I’m sure the bastard will cave in and give you some time off.” It was then that Bryce seemed to realize that his youngest had not returned home alone and shifted his focus away from Bubba and to his unexpected guests. “Now who do we have here?” The elderly man said suspiciously.

“Well the big one would be Pete D’caht or as you just called him my no good dirty bastard boss Poppa.”  Bubba explained as he thumbed over to said man. “Though I don’t think he would call himself as such.”

Releasing his son so that he could go over to where Pete was standing Bryce leveled the other man with an angry glare. “So you’re the one who works my poor son to near death are you?” He said. “Just who do you think you are Mr. D’caht?”

Standing his ground Pete snorted at the older man and gave him an icy stare to match his own. “I’m da hard ass who makes that lazy ass son ‘o’ yers do his god damn job.” He said darkly. “Now iffin you got some problem wit that little ol fact you old S.O.B. then you can take it up wit da bottom of my foot.”

For a moment Pj was taken aback by the sight of two equally aggressive forces clashing right in front of him and ducked behind Bubba to take cover. But just as it seemed that some sort of fist fight was going to break out, Bryce cracked a smile and began laughing, Pete soon joining in as if there had been some hilarious joke just told.

“You were right Jake! This man here is a riot!” Bryce exclaimed while holding his sides in laughter. “Don’t remember the last time someone’s talked back to me like that!”

“Well if it‘s one thing Pete knows how to do Poppa it‘s being rude.” Bubba agreed with a slightly relieved sounding laugh. “But now that you and the boss man have made friends how about you come over here and say hello to my other little friend over here.” Sidestepping Bubba revealed the still hiding Pj from behind his back, the boy giving him a pout look at being revealed. “Now don‘t be all bashfully now petit. My Poppa ain‘t gonna bite you. Well… less you ask him to do it dat is.” 

Feeling utterly awkward and like he was a small child meeting someone for the first time Pj hesitantly stepped forward and gave Bubba’s dad the same hello he had given to Bo. And just like the first time this introduction ended a big surprised for the husky boy as he suddenly found himself looking right into the older gator’s stern dark green eyes. 

Taking a big gulp as being looked at so closely Pj braced himself for whatever may come. But, instead of something bad he found himself letting out a sharp yelp as Bryce reached around and gave him a pinch on his butt, the older man chuckling as Pj rubbed the small bruise. “Sorry son it’s just when I meet a nice young man like yourself I can’t keep my hands to myself.” Bryce explained as he straightened himself. “You were right about this one too Jake. Real cuties.” 

Strolling back over to his chair Bryce flopped down into the seat and then pointed over to the other pieces of patio furniture located on the large porch. “Jake, Pete, and Pj why don’t ya’ll have yourselves a seat so we can visit.” He said in a tone that sounded more like a command then a suggestion. Then to Bo he added a grumpy sounding. “As for you, you big naked dummy go in the kitchen and fetch us some drinks? Work off all that horny energy you always got.”

“You’re lucky we got guests or else I’d tell you to get them yourself.” Bo commented playfully while crossing the deck to go do what he had been asked to. “Be back in a minute everybody. Don’t you go having fun without me.“

“Don’t worry Bo-bo we’ll come get ya if we do.” Bryce assured the naked man. Watching his oldest leave, the older man zeroed in on Bo’s big backside as it disappeared into the house. Despite what he has said earlier he might be raring to go for another round later. His son’s body had a way of igniting even the most tired of men up. But that bit of fun would have to be for later. Right now he had some guests to entertain. 

Shifting his vision over to Pj, Pete and his youngest son Bryce gave them all a small smile as he leaned back in his seat and got comfortable. “So what brings you boys all the way down here to the Molyneux homestead?” He began. “Like I said last time I went on pestering Bubba to come visit his elderly father he gave me some sort of harebrained excuse that he was too busy to make the trip.”

Rolling his eyes at his father’s continued complaining that he didn’t come home often Bubba shared a quick look with an already bored Pete and then quickly answered the question posed to him. “Well if you have to know poppa and I know you must, me and my two handsome “podnas” here rented us a cabin over on Whistler’s lake.” Bubba informed. “We all spent a nice little vacation there fishing and soaking up the local color.”

Bryce’s eyebrow raised a little hearing that his son had gone on vacation with the two men sitting in front of him. To his knowledge Bubba had never done such a thing before. Sure he had had plenty of three day weekends with a few one night stands, but to actually spend a week with the D’chats? There was something up with that. 

“How was the fishing there by the by?” Bryce asked wanting a bit more information. “I was thinking about going fishing myself in a few weeks. Like to know if Whistler’s still putting out.”

Before Bubba could answer his father next query a loud and disgusted sounding snort came out of Pete making the Cajun stop to glare at him playfully. “Didn’t catch much of nothing’ at that damn lake of his after the first two days.” The large man said to Bryce. “Just sat around on da lake drinkin’ bears and pissing off da side till we got tired and went back to that expensive cabin.” Gaze settling on Pj next Pete let a sinister and very lecherous smirk cross over his lips. “Course… that’s not ta say I didn’t find sumthin’ else ta occu-ma-py m’self with when da fishin’ didn’t pan out.”

Bryce followed Pete’s lustful eye and covered up the chuckle that almost came out of him at seeing the boy blushing up a storm from his father’s innuendo laced words. Seemed like these D’chats had something in common with him and his sons. Maybe that fun he had wanted with Bo could come sooner then he planned. 

Not missing a beat in the conversation they were having Bryce put his sex filled thoughts on the back burner for a moment and continued on about fishing. “Well even if you fellas didn’t get your fill of fish down at the lake I’m still glad you saw fit to make your way over here.” Bruce told the trio. “Though it’s a shame you didn’t get these fellas here earlier Jake. I’m sure Burt and Bryce would have loved meeting them before they took off.”

Bubba hummed in disappointment at hearing that he had just missed his other older brother and his only nephew. “That really is and awful shame Poppa.“ He sighed. “I’m sure Bradley would have loved meeting Pj here. You wouldn’t happen to know when they’ll be coming back do ya?”

“They should be back to the maison by dinner tonight.” Bryce said. Thinking for a few moments the older man got an idea. “You know, if you three got the time then why don’t you stay the night? You can kick up your feet, relax a little, and of course get your bellies filled with some of Bo’s cooking.”

“Ah that reminds me!” Bubba exclaimed at the mention of food. Putting his arm around Pj who was sitting on the same couch as him, the gator pulled the younger man close in a half hug. “There was actually a second reason why we made the trip out here. I wanted to get Bo to tell the petite here some of the family’s secret recipes.” 

Bryce blinked in surprise when he heard that his son was intending to give away their heavily guarded secrets to the young man in front of him. Eyes narrowing suspiciously the older gator asked a quick question. “So… you have this boy feed you often Jake?”

To Bryce’s continued surprise it was Pj who answered his question with a small laugh. “Bubba actually comes over to our house nearly every day for dinner.” The chubby boy explained. 

“He spends da night too, don‘t you suitcase.” Pete added smugly. “Not like he’d high tail it after seein’ the sorts of deserts we give out. Heh-heh.”

‘Yet more interesting information.’ Bryce thought to himself. Eyeing his son the retired man noticed for the first time the way he was looking over to the older D‘caht for what he had just said. He wasn‘t upset in fact he actually looked like he was a little embarrassed. Oh yeah, there was definitely something going on there. 

However before Bryce could press further on the subject Bo reappeared from the house, arms laden with four beer bottle and one soda can. “I’m back everyone!” The heavyset reptile announced in a singsong voice. Strutting across the deck the greenish brown alligator handed his dad his drink and then went over to Pj, Pete, and Bubba and did the same. It was when Bo handed Bubba his beer that the nude man had to take a hop backwards, his backside just narrowly avoiding the mechanic’s tail as it rose to whip him on his bottom. 

“You better behave yourself Jake Molyneux.” Bo chided with a grin. “You might be taller than King Kong but I’m still your older brother.”

“Stop your complaining cher.” Bubba said popping the cap off his bottle. “We both know you how much you get off getting dat sort of attention.”

“You think I’m that much of a slut Jakey?” Bo said feigning offense. “That I just live to have grabby hands all over my ass and my balls fondled?” When Bubba rolled his eyes and nodded the gator decided that he needed a second opinion. “Pj, you seem like a smart boy. Does it seem like I’m that sort of man?”

“I-I, um well I…” Pj began distractedly, his voice tapering off as he looked over to Bo and suddenly saw that the gator had stepped up close to him, his uncovered and half hard cock merely inches away from his face as the gator looked down at him over his belly. After seeing that, the only thing Pj could think of doing instead of finishing his answer was trying his best not to appear as if he were looking like a secret part of his own mind was screaming at him to do.

Thankfully Bryce took notice to Pj great dilemma and with great amusement called out to Bo. “Leave the boy alone you big naked fool. Can’t you see your big ass is intimidating the hell out of him?” He said in a growling but affectionate voice. “If you want someone playing with you come and sit over here by poppa.”

“I wasn‘t doing it on purpose.” Smirking down at the now completely red-faced boy under him Bo turned around and slowly walked over to his father, sitting down on the armrest of the older man’s seat and chuckling as Bryce wrapped an arm around his waist. “Besides I don’t think the boy was intimidated by me being so close to him at all.” Bo continued once he was fully seated. “Seemed to me that he was enjoying it quite a bit. Weren’t you Pj?”

“I… I didn‘t even notice you were so close.” Pj lied lamely. “But… I just have to ask: why do you walk around naked like that?”

Bo took a long sip of his drink and scratched his large belly before responding to a question he had heard a million times. “I just prefer going around naked as a jaybird then dressing up in clothes all the time.” He said slyly. “Just love feeling dat breeze blowing past my legs and the feel of the sun shining on my big old ass. Not to mention that it’s a lot easier for me, Poppa, and Bryce to have our fun that way.”

“Please boy, even if you was in a full suit of armor you’d still strip down in ten seconds flat just so you could lift that tail of yours.” Bryce said poking Bob in the belly. “You’re the biggest cock hound this side of the Appalachians.”

“I do love my ass reamed out that’s true.” Bo agreed with a sagely nod. “But I’m not the only one who loves playing with cock.” Taking his father by the arm the oversexed man moved the older man’s hand onto his crouch, Bryce wrapping his fingers around his son’s member and stroking it slowly as soon as he touched it.

As the father and son sitting across from him began their dirty activity Pj found himself biting his bottom lip to keep from gasping out loud at the sight. How could they just start doing that with all of them sitting there? It was dirty, it was obscene, it was… hell it was so hot! When Bo began humming in pleasure from his father’s hand job Pj decided that it was high time he looked away from the pair. They might be doing something sexual but that didn’t mean he had to watch and become painfully aroused. 

Unfortunately for the turned on young man, when he turned away from Bo and Bryce he suddenly found himself coming face to face with his own father seated in the chair next to him. The older man was ginning at him dirtily, his thoughts no doubt going to places that would only end with Pj naked and on his back. On instinct Pj tried his best to back away from his horny father but quickly found his escaped blocked by Bubba who snaked his arm around him to hold him in place. 

“You know you can’t run away from dat man petite.” The gator chuckled into Pj’s hair. “And we both know you don’t really want too.”

“Damn right he don’t” Reaching over from his seat, Pete roughly cupped the front of Pj’s pants, his fingers working their way under his balls as he gave the heated package a hardy squeeze. His junk being groped by the other man, Pj let out a yelp of surprise and dropped his drink, a jolt of pleasure shooting through his body as Pete chuckled as the reaction he had caused.

“DAD!” Pj managed to shout out in-between squeezes. “Don‘t do that sort of thing out here in front of everyone!! They‘ll think we‘re some sort of perverts!!”

Realizing what he had just said out loud Pj cringed at his own rudeness and peeked over to Bubba’s father and brother. As he expected they were both now looking at him and watching with interest as Pete continued groping him undaunted. “I… I ah can explain” He tried with a pant. “We… we were just…”

“No need to explain yourself son.” Bryce chuckled. “Me and Bo know all about what you and your daddy get up to. An in case you didn’t notice my hand on Bo’s dick over here we’re the same way.” Taking his hand off of Bo, Bryce motioned for Bubba to come over to him with a single finger. “Speaking off, get your butt over here Jake. It’s about time you greeted your poppa right and kissed the hell out of him.”

Bubba chuckled at the strict order given to him and winked to Pj who was frozen in shock. “Whatever you say old man.” Standing the mechanic quickly made his way across the deck and playfully shoved Bo off of the armrest so that he could take his place at his father’s side. Then growling lustfully the tall man placed one knee in the seat and leaned forward, his hands automatically going to Bryce’s sides and holding him still as he connected their lips and they shared a clearly heated and passionate kiss. 

With two hot gator’s making out not ten feet away from him and Pete’s hand still cupping his privates Pj felt his whole body heating up, a hearty and lustful moan coming from his lips as Pete began whispering into his ear. “Fuck look at you boy!” The older man began. “Yer nothing’ but a big old fairy. Already harder then a rock and drippin’ cause some green scaled hicks started making out in front of you. Iffin I were a decent man I might be disgusted. But, as it turns out its jus makin’ me horny too.”

Face red at the dirty talk filtering into his pointed ear Pj tried his best to remain grounded. Closing his eyes and covering his mouth in a vain and futile attempt to keep himself from moaning again. “P-Please stop talking like that dad.” He halfheartedly begged. “Your… your gonna… gonna…” 

“I’m goin’ ta what?” Pete interrupted with a hard squeeze. “Am I gonna make you cream in yer pants like some sort of naughty little boy? Or are ya afraid that I’m goin’ ta make you whimper and beg yer dear old dad ta rip them pants offa ya and fuck-I-nate that ass so hard that yer screaming like a bitch in heat.”

Having been evicted from his previous spot on the armrest of his father’s chair Bo who had been listening to the filth coming out of Pete’s mouth slowly padded his way over to pair and kneeled down. “Dam Pete you sure know how to work up yer kid something fierce.” He remarked. “Makes me want to get in on some of the action myself. If you two wouldn‘t mind that is” 

“Go ahead and get yer big ass over here then ya fat assed slut.” Pete said huskily. “I wouldn’t mind havin’ you wrap them green lips around m’ pud sukin’ me dry.” Adjusting himself a little in his seat, Pete unzipped his pants and rubbed his own erection. After hearing from Bubba about how well his oldest brother was at giving head the middle aged man was more than ready to have the gator’s face buried in his pubes. 

However before Bo could give Pete the head he wanted so much there was a small fly in his ointment in the form of Pj who placed his hand on his father’s zipper, stopping him from finishing. “Dad, you can’t possibly be suggesting that we do this sort of thing out here!” Pj said in panic. “We’re outside!!”

Snapping his head left to right the young man scanned around the back yard with worry. They couldn’t have sex outside like this! The Molyneuxs house might have been all the way out in the county but surly someone could stop by like they did and catch them in the act. He had to do something to stop this. That or at the very least convince everyone that they should go inside for some privacy.

But Pj’s fears were for naught because Pete merely scoffed at them and slapped his hand to make him remove it. “Will you shut up ya dam sissy.” He growled. “I don’t give a rat’s ass iffin anyone see us. They’d just want to join in anyway.” 

Pj gave his father‘s a pleading look, on that like all the others went unheeded. “But dad…”

“Oh fer cripes sakes iffin yer not gonna shut up a’bout this then I’m gonna make you shut da fuck up!” Attempting to stop his son from fussing about what they were about to do any more Pete slipped out of his seat and into the vacant one next to his son, grabbing the boy by the face with both hands and pulling him close so that he could then proceed to start kissing him sloppily and aggressively. 

Like always Pj tried to resist at first but as soon as Pete’s thick probing tongue began its magic he relented, the thick and very persistent organ quickly squirming its way past his lips and dominating his mouth in such a way that all Pj could do was moan against his father’s open mouth.

Pulling away after a few good minutes of kiss Pete looked back down to Bo who had been watching them intensely from his seat on the floor. “Now as fer you, get da fuck over here and suck!” He commanded without room for argument. “And you better as hell take me down to the root.”

“YES SIR!” Bo said giving a sarcastic salute. Crawling over to where Pete now was on all fours, the chubby gator nuzzled the other man’s exposed underwear and inhaling deeply as he hummed against the fabric covered organ. “This here is one fine pecker Pete.”

“Call me boss man like yer brother.” Pete ordered. “I like the idea of a fat slut like you begging for it like that.”

“That’s a big can do boss man.” Bo chuckled. “That’s actually the biggest kink of mine. Being bossed around by a big handsome fucker like yourself.” Not wanting to waste any more time Bo licked his lips and reached up to hook his thumbs in the waistband of Pete’s pants. “Hope this is everything I heard about.” He murmured as he began pulling down the cat’s slacks, boxer shorts and all. 

What Bo found hidden underneath the heart printed article of clothing was everything he had heard about it, that and then some. Pete’s cock was thick, long, and heavy. It’s bloated red head already glistening with a copious amount of precum that dripped down the veiny shaft and onto two of the biggest ripest smelling balls he had ever seen. Bo was so turned on by the sight of this magnificent monster that he opened his mouth wide and took it down to the root in one fucking felled swoop. His jaw having to stretch from its girth and his throat protesting from being stretched to its limit.

Growling as his meat was surrounded by the wet warmth of Bo’s mouth; Pete placed his head on the back of the reptiles head and began forcing him up and down on the organ. The sounds of wet slurping and groans of pleasure soon filtering up from the sinister man’s crouch and intermingling with the heated huffs and dirty words coming out of his own mouth.

Seated next to his father as he received his blow Job Pj tried his best to once more not look like he was trying not to look. God why did it have to be so arousing he wondered as he sat there hard in his shorts. Why did he have to be turned on by all the dirty talk, wet smacking sounds, and the sight of a large naked man with his face in his dad‘s crouch. But before Pj could ponder these very valid questions too much he caught sight of Bubba and Bryce who had stopped kissing and were watching what Bo was do with great interest.

His eyes connecting with Pj’s Bubba got up off of his father’s lap and went over to the boy, pulling him out of his seat. “Let’s leave your daddy to his fun for a bit petite.” He suggested. “Besides I think Poppa is hankering to get to know you a little better.”

Glancing over to said man Pj saw that Bryce indeed seemed to be interested in him, the older gator leaning back in his seat and beckoning him to approach. “Come on over here son. I promise you’ll like what I’m about to do to ya.” Bryce said grinning. “Haven’t met a man who didn’t like it actually.”

“Well… if you really want to sir.” Pj said mouth suddenly going dry. Inhaling a deep breath and gathering his courage the husky boy slowly and hesitantly made his way over to the other man and waited nervously and very eagerly for him to do whatever it was he was going to do. 

It turned out what Bryce had planned was reaching into his jeans and pulling free his hardening cock. It like his own father’s manhood was a monster in size and length. The only difference of course being that unlike his dad’s Bryce’s dick didn’t have the thick bush of pubic hair at its base. 

Reveling in the awed expression on his youngest guests face Bryce quickly snapped his fingers to get the boy’s attention. “See something you like there son?” He asked cheekily. “Cause your sort of drooling a bit.”

After wiping his chine self-consciously Pj looked down at his feet bashfully a bit ashamed for staring like that. “I didn’t mean to stare like that sir.” He said shyly with a lick of his lips. “It’s… um, it’s just that I can sorta see where Bubba gets his large endowment from.”

Bryce chuckled at the innocence in what Pj just said. Most would have said he had a “fucking big cock” or something like that but this boy here wouldn’t even say the word because it sounded dirty. It was going to be a pleasure seeing how far he could make Pj fall before he was done. 

Scooting forward again, his balls hanging over the edge of his seat as he did, Bryce leveled Pj with a lustful glare. “Well son since you like it so much why don’t you open up that pretty mouth and see if we taste the same too.” He said. “Show this old man how sweet that pretty mouth of yours is.”

Pj gulped and instantly dropped to his keens at the command, mouthwatering as he moved forward and licking the very tip of the large organ with the tip of his tongue. The appreciative growl he got from the man above him gave the kneeling boy the courage to keep going. Opening his mouth wide the fat boy slowly but surly took the gator into his gaping maw, his eyes tearing up and taste buds exploding with joy as inch after inch of thick Cajun cock worked its way down his throat.

“Damn boy!” Bryce hissed out as he ruffled Pj’s hair and reveled in the sensation of someone going down on him. “Yeah dat’s it. Be a good boy and fucking take my dick all the way down. Suck me hard and strong. Make me shoot down that throat of yours.”

(I really can’t tell you what got into me that day Mr. Diary. One minute I was sitting there trying my best to get out of having sex in a stranger’s back yard and then the next I’m on my knees with my lips wrapped around Bubba’s dad’s penis. You should have seen me too. My hands holding Mr. Molyneux in place as my big backside wagged from side to side in happiness. I really was acting the part of slut my dad always says I am. I don’t know maybe it had something to do with being outside. Feeling the sun beat down on my head and hearing nature must of unlocked some sort of primal mating thing in my mind. Whatever it was things only got worse when Bubba made a little announcement.)

Standing in between the two sexually engaged couples Bubba chuckled fondly, the sounds of things heating up hitting him from both sides as he peeled off his shirt. This was what he had hoped would happen since he had suggested that he and the D’cahts visit his dad and brothers. For everyone to get along so well that it would almost be like they were one big happy family. 

Now all that was needed was for him to join in on the fun. Coughing to gain Pete and his father‘s attention the shirtless gator gave them both a wink. “Now dat the ice has been broken how’s about we cut to the chase and start having ourselves one hell of an orgy.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Pete rumbled through a groan. “I wanna pound-i-nate the big green ass of this fat brother ‘o’ yers real bad. Been gettin’ awfully horny havin’ ta watch the damned thing bounce around since we got here.” 

“All you had to do if you wanted it so badly was ask for it “Beede”.” Bo said pulling off of Pete’s dick with a wet pop. “I’m not one to mince words when it comes to fucking around.”

“Iffin that’s true then turn around and lift that big tail right quick-like.” Pete grumped. “I’m fittin’ ta burst over here and I need somewhere to holster da little Petey a’fore it misfires.”

Crossing his arms over his chest Pete glowered down at Bo sternly until the other man snickered and did as he had been told. A smart ass grin crossing over his brownish green scaled face as he spun around, fell onto all fours and, lifted his tail so that Pete could go to work. “Come and get it boss man.“

“Don’t mind if I do.“ Spitting into his hands Pete got down onto one knee and began roughly working his fingers into Bo’s scaly ass crack. Not surprising he was already prepared. Most likely from fucking with his old man all morning. Not that having a nice cummy hole to fuck bothered Pete in the least. It actually turned him on more actually. 

“Fuck you really are a slut ain‘t ya big boy.” Pete growled out. “Bet yer looser then a ol’ three dollar whore and just as likely ta spred yer legs. Gonna fuck you up real good Bo-bo, gonna make you scream and pant and beg me to give ya a break.

“You just go ahead and try it D’caht.” Bo shot back playfully. Degrading talk like this really got him going. “Fuck you know how to work them fingers, oooh…. yeah hook them just like that boss man, really probe my hole good.”

Pulling off of the dick he was felating Pj raised his head up and glanced over his shoulder to Bo and his dad. The two of them sounded like bad actors in some porno but it was really hot sounding. So much in fact that his pants were getting even more uncomfortable then they already were. Thankfully Bryce must have read his mind because the gator leaned over the troubled boy’s back and worked his hands into the waistband of his shorts, large hand ghosting over his crack and pulling the clothing down as it traveled lower and lower.

“Nice fuzzy butt you got here son.” Bryce commented. Without warning the elderly gator slipped his middle finger between the furry cheeks. “And real tight pussy too. You want dis old man to give you a nice ride son. Want him to breed you and show you why Bubba and his brothers are so happy?”

“Y-Yes please.” Pj huffed. 

Bubba who was behind the boy helped Pj to his feet. “Then you better get these clothes off petite.” He said and he began pulling Pj’s shirt off of him. “Cause Poppa only fucks people when they’re naked. Ain’t that right Poppa.”

Tugging down Pj’s pants with a chuckle, Bryce nodded to his youngest son’s statement. “Best way to go about it I think.” the older man said. “Only way I know how to truly enjoy the whole show.”

Closing his eyes so that he didn’t have to look the men undressing him in the eyes out of shyness Pj stood there still as he was devastated of his pants and his tighty-whities. When at last the blushing boy was completely naked for their play, Bryce quickly got out of his chair and moved behind Pj. 

Confused by the sudden change, Pj was about to ask what exactly was about to happen. But before he could he found himself falling forward as Bryce gently pushed him, his knees landing in the seat of the chair the gator had just vacated and his back arching in such a way that Pj knew his dark furred covered backside was spread open for everyone on the deck to see. 

Rubbing his hand across the ass being offered to him Bryce moved forward and peppered Pj‘s shoulder blades with light kisses. “Your gonna remember this for a long time son.” He said lowly, hot breath on the flesh under him. “Going to fuck you just like this so you can look out over the lawn while I do it. But first I think you’re going to need a little preparing.”

“O-Ok sir.“ Pj said head resting over the back of the chair he was in. “But… but please don’t talk about it all dirty like that. You’re making this really awkward.

“Oh boy it’s gonna be more then awkward.” Bubba remarked playfully as he walked around the chair and looked Pj in the eyes. “Ya see unlike what your daddy is doing over there to Bo, Poppa prefers ta eat out the ass he’s about to fuck.”

“He-he what!” Pj said blushing. Bubba’s dad was going to rim his bottom in front of everyone? He couldn’t let him do that. It was too embarrassing and intimate an act to be doing… halfway through his inner arguments Pj found himself moaning into his clenched hands, his backside buzzing with pleasure as Bryce’s thick dexterous tongue wormed it’s way between his parted ass cheeks and began drilling his sensitive pucker. 

Bryce was enjoying himself too as he squatted behind the young man so graciously exposing his most private of areas to him, a primal and savage sounding growl ripping from his throat as he ate out the boy with the enthusiasm and appetite of a starving man. This was one of the things he enjoyed the most. Making some horny bastard with a nice hairy ass moan and shudder as he used his tongue to drive them wild, moans and pleas for more reaching him and making him grin. 

This cute little fat boy his son had brought home with him for a visit might have been shyer then a prep school girl but it was plainly obvious to Bryce as he ran his tongue up and down his crack that he was just as sexual as his old man. Speaking of which Bryce reckoned that the older D’caht was showing Bo the time of his life by the way his oldest was squealing. 

Across the deck Pete yanked his fingers out of Bo’s body and then stood, unbuckling his belt. Looking down lustfully at the man on all fours under him he licked his lips and let out a heated huff. Fuck he had a nice looking meaty ass! Just right for fucking and slapping. Then there was Bo wanted it bad and luckily… Pete was more than ready to give. 

Shoving down his slacks and stepping out of them Pete hawked some spit into his palm and then got back down onto his knees, using the slick fluid to get his manhood nice and wet. “Ya sure yer ready fer this monster fatso?” He asked Bo knowing full well that he wasn’t going to back out now. “Cause it’s gonna rip ya up real good-like.”

“Stop bragging and get a-fucking.” Bo laughed while wagging his ass. “Fill me up boss man.”

“Smart ass.” Taking hold of Bo’s hips Pete carefully aimed himself at the puckering hole he had been preparing for the last several minutes. His lips curling he then lunged forward, the blunt head easily sliding inside of the other man with a sickening squish that sent a thrill down both their spines. 

Testing the waters as he pushed his way inside Pete gave a scaly ass cheek a hard slap, taking delight as the hole around his shaft tightened around him. “Like getting’ spanked do ya?” Raising his hand Pete delivered several more hard smacks, each slap accompanied by a bit of sentence. “Well… *smack* then… *smack* I better… *smack* keep… *smack* doin’ it then.” 

“Just what’s going on over here Petey.” Bubba’s amused voice came from above the pair of rutting men. 

Looking up to his mechanic Pete gave him a annoyed huff as he continued to fuck his brother. “We’re jus havin’ ourselves a little fun ya big green butinski.” 

“Oh I can see that boss man.” Bubba said unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. “Lots of that going on around here.” Pausing for a moment the gator smiled as the sound of Pj moaning for more filtered into the air from behind him. “Course Bubba isn’t having as much fun as the rest of you by just standing here watching. Ya mind if I join you and use Bo’s big mouth for a spell.”

Slowing down a little Pete pretended to think over the request but then snorted and gave motioned down to Bo’s head. “Go ahead. Maybe it’ll keep him from squealin’ like a stuffed pig.”

“Hey don’t I get a say in it!” Bo asked from below the two. Looking down at him both men saw that the gator was wryly smiling back up at them. “I mean they are my holes after all. I should have the right to say wh-- mumph!” 

Not waiting for Bo to finish Bubba got down onto the deck and quickly jammed his erect cock into the older man’s mouth silencing him. Then chuckling as his brother gagged Bubba began thrusting into the wet gullet with little care and concern, Bo quickly adjusting to the rude intrusion and suckling on his kid brother’s cock like the professional cocksucker he was.

“That’s the slut I know and love.” Bubba huffed as he put his hands behind Bo’s head and began fucking his face roughly. “See this is how he likes it boss. Bo loves getting himself railed so hard dat he’s left sore for days and covered in dried cum. And what we’re doing now… well Bo-bo here just looooves getting spitroasted.”

“Like I’d go easy on a big fat ass like this!” Pete scoffed. “A whore like this needs ta get fucked real hard-like so he knows where he belongs.” Clenching Bo’s hips almost painfully Pete began picking up speed. His pace soon faster than an engine’s piston as he bred the gator’s cummy hole.

 Once again Bo had a bit of trouble at first but eventually started getting into the rough riding, his large tail coming to rest over Pete’s shoulder as the cum from his previous encounter with his father began dripping out of his hole and onto the deck floor as Pete fucked it.  

With the action behind him getting louder Bryce decided that he had had enough of teasing Pj and began moving onto the next phase of their play. Righting himself on his own two feet the older man quickly disposed of his pants and opened his shirt exposing his bare light colored chest. “Been quite a while since I fucked someone yer age.” He said stepping close. “Missed having a pup like you wailing on the end of my baby maker.”

“I… I’m just glad you’re enjoying this Mr. Molyneux.” Pj said. After enduring what he had the poor young man was more or less a mess. His whole body felt like a raw nerve and the sun beating down on him was making him sweat up a storm. 

“Well it’s true I am enjoying myself.” Pryce said agreeing with the younger man. “But are you enjoying it son? Come one be honest with me I don‘t like liars.”  

His breath coming out in short hurried puffs Pj looked over his shoulder to the elderly gator. With his shirt open the way it was Pj could see that Bryce had a rather nice build. Not nearly as muscular as Bubba’s, having softened with age, but still impressive. He also say the fond look of concern on the man’s face and knew that he was honestly asking him if he was alright to continue. Seeing that Pj decided that he just couldn’t have him doubting how much he wanted this. “Yes sir I’m really enjoying this. Please k-keep going.”

Bryce cracked a smile at the boy’s words and adjusted his position behind him, guiding his hard member to the hole he had been licking minutes ago and gently pushing the head inside just enough to tease. “Then if you’re enjoying it son I insist that you call me Poppa.” He said. “Everyone around here calls me that so you should too.”

Feeling a tad weird but way too worked up to care Pj nodded to the small request, an almost inaudible, “O-Ok Poppa.”, coming out of him as Bryce gave him what he wanted and pushed forward, his large dick penetrating the chubby boy’s plump ass with such ease that it only took a matter of seconds for him to fully sheath himself inside.

“Dam. You. Are. Tight.” Bryce said. Steadying himself by placing both his hands on the chair’s armrests the older man then began gyrating his hips, cock sliding almost all the way out of Pj’s ass only to return with a hard snap of the gator’s hip. Soon Bryce built up a nice steady and brutal rhythm, his highs slapping against Pj’s upturned ass over and over again as the cubby man threw his head back and cried out a series of “PG” curses.

Being relentlessly fucked from behind, Pj let his mind go numb his mind enjoying the ride as he was breed by such an expert cocksman. It was just as he was getting used to this intense drilling that Bryce upped the ante, leaning over the boy’s sweat back so that he could wrapped his large calloused hand around his stubby cock, stroking the hard member in prefect sync with his thrusts and breaking down the final barrier keeping Pj’s true feelings at bay. 

Keening like a wanton back alley slut Pj hissed through his teeth and began grunting with each jab of the gators cock filth steaming from his mouth as he did. “Oh fuck Mr…. I mean Poppa!” He cried. “Oh god that it… *ahh* you’re so big and it feels sooooo good! Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, oh fucking man yes right there sir really do it hard now!”

“Bossy little man aren’t you.” Bryce teased as he continuously drove into the boy under him. “But I’ll do whatever you say son. I want to hear you scream for poppa’s cock and beg him to breed your chubby little caboose.”

“YES SIR!” Pj shouted. “ANYTHING YOU WANT!!!”

Head rising up from watching his cock sink into Bo’s ass, Pete peered across the deck over to Bryce and Pj. Seeing the way the older man was giving it to his son the sinister man let out a braying laugh and motioned for Bubba to follow his vision. “Lookie over there Bubs.“ He said. “Really fuckin’ dirty sight ain’t it? lil slut’s jus lovin’ gettin’ his needy ass destroyed by that horny bastard father ‘o’ yers.” 

Bubba gave a steady nod to his employer’s observation as he continued to ram his cock down his brother‘s throat. “Well, if you think dat over there is something then you should let me drag your butt down here for the Molyneux family Fourth of July barbeque.” The mechanic said laughing. “Poppa invites a bunch of fellas like us and we have this big old orgy out here in da back yard. Nothing but naked men a-fucking and a-sucking till the fireworks light up the sky. Bo here got himself covered head to toe in cum last time I attended.”

Picking up the pace as Bubba went on and on about the sexual exploits of his family’s annual celebrations Pete began to imagine himself in the middle of event. Flipping over a bunch of fat hicks and drilling their tight holes one after the other until he sprayed his seed all over their jiggling buttocks. He’d show them what a real D’caht man could do when it came to having sex.

The idea of actually doing that was so arousing to Pete that he did something that he claimed he hated to do. Grabbing Bubba by his shoulder he yanked the other man towards him so that he could begin kissing him feverishly as they both continued fucking Bo’s ass and mouth. 

Bubba was surprised at first by this sudden show of affection from his longtime friend but quickly caught on to what was happening and went with it, quickly deepening the kiss and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the sensations of Pete’s tongue in his mouth and Bo’s tongue wrapped around his cock. It only took a few minutes of heavy necking for Bubba to lose control and start coming, a loud throaty groan coming out of him as he unloaded shot after shot of thick alligator cum down the greedy suckling mouth of his older brother. 

Pete and Bo weren’t far behind the muscular man in his orgasmic bliss either Bo going first. With his taste buds exploding with the flavor of his brother’s cum Bo gave a pathetic sounding whimper around the dick in his mouth and shot off himself, leaving a wet milky stain on the deck below him. Pete was next after that. The feline slamming hard into the man he was fucking one last time as he began unloading his own seed, the copious amount of liquid filling Bo‘s ass to the point where the excess began dripping out of the fat man‘s well used hole and down his spread legs

For a few moments after the trinity of climaxes the trio of men remained still, all three of them panting and huffing as they rode out their post coital bliss. Then when the lust filled fog finally waned Bubba pulled his now very sensitive cock out of his brother mouth, a sting of spatial and cum dripping as he withdrew, and sighed. “Shoot that sure was something wasn’t it boys?”

Wiping some seed off of his chin Bo nodded. “More like something and a half Jakey.“ He sighed. Looking over his shoulder the gator found himself cringing as Pete rudely pulled out of him with a wet pop. “How about you “Boss Man”? Was taking my ass everything you ever dreamed about.”

“I had better.” Pete said with a snort. Climbing to his feet the middle aged man picked up his pants and removed a large cigar from his back pocket and lit it up taking a long drag. “But I ‘spose you did good enough fer a first fuckin’. But a later you ‘n’ me are gonna have some real fun.”

Blinking up at Pete in a bit of shock, Bo turned to his younger brother and raised an eyebrow ridge. Then suddenly he began laughing loudly, his big belly bouncing with each guffaw. “Whohee Jakey!” He exclaimed. “This man here is the biggest pervert I’ve ever met. Please tell me he’s got a brother.”

“Naw, no brother.” Pete answered for his mechanic. “But I do got m’self this cousin named Julius in prison. He gets out in twenty iffin yer da kind who can wait.”

It was right then that a cry coming from Pj interrupted the three men in their post sex conversation. Shifting their attention over to the boy they all smirked as Bryce continued to fiercely fuck him with abandon. By now the younger man was almost limp his body relaxed and rippling as the gator drove into him repeatedly. 

“They’re still goin’ at it, huh?” Pete said casually as he tapped some ass off of his cigar. “Didn’t think someone that old could go fer so long. Gives me some hope.”

“Well Poppa certainly knows how to fuck.” Bubba informed his friend. “I’ve told you all dem stories about the times he wore me, Bo, Burt to the bone.”

“Not to mention what he used to do to that poor guy on the loading docks.” Bo added. “Man was so worn out after Poppa finished with him that he had to take a week break.”

Turning his head to look over his shoulder Bryce eyed the trio watching him have his way with his young guest. Did they think he was death or something? “You boy’s better stop talking behind your poppa’s back.” He warned half-heartedly. “Cause if you don’t behave your next.” 

Pulling out of Pj suddenly the elderly reptile pulled the surprised boy to his feet and slipped into his chair again. Giving Pj a stern no nonsense look he then pointed down to his still erect cock. “SIT!” He ordered.

Pj jumped at the harsh command and did as he told, quickly turning around and impaling himself on Bryce’s member with an obscene squish. However instead of bouncing on the gator’s lap like he  assumed he was going to be doing, Bryce worked his hands under his legs and lifted upwards, Pj’s feet bobbing in the air as the older man started fucking him again, their intimate and personal connection in clear view to everyone else on the deck.

“M-M-Mr. Molyneux!” Pj whined, his face turning beat read as Bubba, Bo, and his father all took seats to watch them comfortably. “Let me down please! This is really embarrassing, everyone’s watching.”

“Don’t worry kid I’m not going to watch for long.” Bo said with a wave of his hand. “I got myself some dinner to make for everyone. I worked myself up one big appetite with all this fucking today.”

“Oh about that Bo I need to talk to you about something.” Bubba brought up. 

Standing Bo motioned for his brother to follow him as he began walking back towards the house. “Come one then I can get started while you pester me.” He said. “And maybe you can do that thing where you use whip cream.”

“Horn dog.” Bubba muttered under his breath as he stood. After giving Pete a quick look to see if he was alright the emerald green gator followed after his older brother, the two of them joking and insulting each other as they disappeared from sight.

Now alone with Bryce, Pete walked over to the older man and his son, his already re-hardening cock bouncing up and down with every step as he approached. “There room in there for two pops?” He asked. “I feel like getting some of that ass m’self.”

“Come on in D’caht.” Bryce said grinning. “He’s your son after all. A daddy should be able to enjoy is son.”

Stepping in front of the duo as Bryce slowed a bit, Pete squatted down just enough to press his hard dick against the gators, both of their organ slipping into Pj’s now incredibly stretched hole as the boy was pressed downward. “Oh god!” Pj huffed. “Oh man that’s… real tight.”

“Dam right!” Both Bryce and Pete said in unison.

Taking hold of the shoulders of the boy between them both older men then began lifting and lowering the boy in their combined girth. Pj whimpering with every inch as it entered and left his tender hole but enjoying every second of it. 

After a few minutes of this slow and torturous activity that Pete brought up the main reason why he had agreed to come to the Molyneux family home. “Hey Pops, mind iffin I bend yer ear about some auto parts I heard tell about.” 

“Don’t got an ear son but go ahead.” Bryce said only half listening. “But if I’m gonna discuss business on a weekend there better be something in it for me. Something big, meaty and ready for a good piece of pipe.

Hearing the terms of doing business with the gator, Pete squinted his eyes and glared at him. Well… if that was what it was going to take then he suppose he could relent for once. Not that he was the only one going to be doing so in this arrangement. “Alright you old fart. Let’s discuss the details after we cum up this bitch’s ass.”

Bryce chuckled. “Agreed!”

(As I sat there impaled on my dad and Mr. Molyneuxs dick’s I really didn’t know what was going on. All my mind was on was the two thick shafts inside of me and what had happened since Bubba brought us here to meet his family. To think Mr. Diary that I’d be butt naked in someone back yard doing all those dirty things. I know if the me from a few months ago saw all this he’d be mortified. But you know… thinking back on it I really did have fun. It was especially nice because the two men were with were so nice. Bo’s a really goofball when you really think about it. Always smiling and joking. As for Mr. Molyneux, well let’s just say that there’s no way I’d ever be able to forget about him. But as exciting as what happened on that sundeck was, what happened next when the rest of Bubba’s family came home was ten times more amazing…)

To be continued in part two….