Mid May, Spoonerville High School…

Four O’clock at Spoonerville high school was a rather quiet time of day. The once overcrowded hallways and classrooms which had been filled to the brim with students having long abandoned the building the very second that the final bell of the day had rung, the teeming hoard leaving en masse so they could enjoy the remainder of the day doing whatever came to their young minds.  

That’s not to say that the old school building had been completely emptied out. No, like every school after hours there were still a few teachers in their classrooms working on their lesson plans for the following day and as always there were also the ever present janitors who were busy cleaning the messes that had been left in the wake of the long school day. 

But on this certain day there were two more inhabitants who had opted to remain behind after their fellow students had left. A pair who instead of rushing for the door the very second they were allowed to leave had snuck off unbeknownst to everyone into the moldy old locker room located behind the old gym. 

Why had they gone to all this trouble you ask? Well, let’s just say that this duo wanted to do something in that steamy room that certainly wouldn’t have been possible if the structure of learning was still full of other people. Something that wasn’t at all what one should be doing in a school. Or at least that’s what the younger of these two kept insisting as he was led there.

A shiver running down his spine as the hot and steaming water from the shower head poured over his naked body a panting and heavily aroused Pj D’caht unsurely bent over, his hands bracing his husky body as they landed with wet slaps on the mildew covered wall before his eyes. Closing said eyes he bit his bottom lip and did his best not to yelp too loudly as a large hand came to rest on his left butt cheek and gave it a sharp slap.

‘How in heck did I let myself get talked into this?’ The nude boy wondered to himself blithely as fingers trailed along the furrow of his crack and dipped between his plump cheeks. ‘Then again going on my track record I should have seen this coming a mile away.’ 

From his position behind his boyfriend an equally naked and aroused Moose “The Brick Wall” Clancy chuckled at the way his companion was worriedly fidgeting in front of him. It was always so cute when Pj was all nervous like this. In fact it was so adorable that Moose couldn‘t but give the large rounded buttocks in his reach another quick smack.

“Fuck it.” The gorilla cursed as he eyes the jiggling flesh. “I really like the way you bounce back here baby.”

“T-Thanks I guess.” Pj said not entirely sure if that was a compliment or not. “But don’t you think you could get a better look somewhere more private like my bedroom? I’m still not too keen on… you knowing here in the gym showers.”

“I’m more than “keen” enough for both of us Fatty. Plus there no way in hell I’m going to wait any longer to nail this ass.” Showing just how eager he was to begin Moose withdrew his fingers and ground his already rock hard cock against the other man’s crack. Like he expected the dirty, wet, and heated friction caused Pj’s breath to grow shorter.  

“Besides this is what you wanted isn’t it?” Moose continued as he worked his fingers between them, the digits once more fingering the tight pucker he would soon be fucking. “Why else did you tell me that fucking awesome story about the orgy you had with all those gators.”

“Well… yeah.” Face flushing when he realized what he said Pj giggled nervously and quickly backtracked trying to keep his dignity. “I-I-I mean no! I-I didn’t want to do this here! I was just telling you about what happened during vacation. I didn‘t mean to get you all worked up like this!!”

“Liar.” Moose singsonged. Adding a second finger to his prepping he snickered. “Tell the truth. You want it bad and you want it NOW!?”

Taking several deep breaths as his back entrance was teased and prodded Pj felt his reluctance to have sex in the school crumble with every second. Moose was right he wanted it badly now. “Alright… I-I admit I sort of want it now.” He bashfully admitted. “But my objection about doing it here still stands! Someone from the team or a teacher could come in any minute Moose.”

“I locked the door behind us Peeje and the only ones on the team with keys are Me, Tony, Billy.” Moose hummed patiently as he pulled his fingers free and turned to the task of slicking his own cock with the contents of a nearby bottle of shampoo. “As for teachers, Mr. Macalla is the only one who’d dare come in here after a busy day and he’d just insist on having sloppy seconds, sloppier fourths, and sloppiest sixths if he found us.”
 
Gasping as dirty images raced through his lust fogged mind Pj briefly wondered what it would be like being passed around between Moose and Mr. Macalla. But just as the dirty thought formed he banished with an awkward sounding chuckle. A chuckle which the poor boy wasn’t sure was caused by embarrassment or the building desire for that sort of scenario to take place.  

In the end however Pj realized that it was more the latter then anything so with a sigh he lowered his head and at last pushed back against his boyfriends erection, a whimper passing his lips as he hung his head down between his outstretched arms in defeat.

“Fine, I‘ll stop trying to get out of this.” He huffed. “But you better make this quick. I got to get home and get dinner ready before dad gets hungry.”

“Ohh pushy!” Moose laughed while he began to work his engorged cock between Pj’s deliciously wet and full asscheeks. “But fine babe I’ll be quick. Just hope you’re ready to help me work out two weeks of sexual frustration.”

“I-I suppose I am.” Pj mumbled. “J-Just do it please.”

Given the go ahead Moose happily obliged to the command given and moved his hips forward, his cock easily finding its mark and slowly sinking into Pj’s hole with one push. Feeling the glorious tightness and heat of his boyfriend envelope him the ape hissed through his teeth and immediately had to stop himself from cumming like a first time top then and there. 

A task which he nearly failed at when Pj--being the secret little slut he claimed vehemently not to be-- crooned and pushed back, his movement fully impaling his plump and meaty ass on Moose’s steel hard member. “Oh man Moose, YES!” Pj huffed out with a shudder. “I almost forgot how good it feels when you do this.”

Gritting his teeth to calm himself Moose took hold of Pj’s hips and started fucking the younger boy with steady even strokes, water splashing everywhere with each thrust as water continued to rain down on them. “I almost forgot too Peeje.” He growled. “I mean you have no fucking idea how happy I am my dad finally let me come home!”

“I-I-I t-think I-I’m getting an I-I-Idea Moose!” Pj grunted out as he was jack hammered into. Glancing over his wet shoulder in his slightly uncomfortable the shorter man dazedly smiled back at his boyfriend who winked in return as he repeatedly drove into his ass, both of them silently telling the other that they were thankfully to be reunited once again after nearly two weeks apart.

When spring break had ended the previous week Pj had excitedly made his way to the secret spot under the stairwell where him and Moose often met so he could tell him all about what had gone on during the vacation period. Only problem though was he never showed up. It wasn’t until he was walking past a few of the gorilla’s fellow jocks that the cat had come to learn that Moose hadn’t returned with the rest of the student body after the break like he was supposed to. 

Naturally concerned by this Pj had braved a confrontation with Tony and Billy hoping that they knew the reason for this unusual delay. Thankfully it only took a few mean spirited taunts and a bodily threat for the bull to begrudgingly informing that that Moose’s dad had forced his son to remain at their family home in New York for an additional week for some reason. 

Finding out about that had really been a major disappointment For Pj; he really missed the other man. But at least the delay didn’t last too long and after the week was up Moose had returned to Spoonerville and had come over to Pj’s house for a little personal reunion the very moment he was in town. There was something a little off though. Moose seemed to be… well he was really being overly affectionate now that he was back. Stolen kisses and impromptu romps nearly hourly when possible. 

Pj wasn’t really complaining about it though, no far from it, but this newfound clinginess had led to embarrassing sexual experiences in  the weirdest of places like broom closets, behind the bleaches on the field and currently the showers much to Pj’s growing mortification and Moose‘s growing amusement. It really showed Pj how much he had changed over time. Imagine him actually doing that sort of thing outdoors and not fainting out cold. 

(You know what Mr. Diary there’s a lot of things that I thought would never happen to me during high school. I never thought that I would ever admit that I liked guys or that other people would find out I did. But… of course you know that thing that happened in my room with dad months ago changed that. That and then some! That’s another thing. I was sure I was going to end up a virgin until my thirties but there I was sleeping with guys in the weirdest of places. The kitchen closet at the mayor’s mansion, the backseat of a car parked out in the woods, a sun porch of a family friend’s family, the back room of a deli, a classroom, a truckstop, in a garage, in an elf costume, at my neighbor’s house, in a shed in my local home improvement… … … man, I really need to get back on topic here don’t I? 

Well, anyway back to things I never thought would happen. …Let’s see I never thought I’d have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who’s both the star of the football team and really the nicest guy I could ever ask for. Having him with me really has made this last year of high school a lot better. With Moose secretly keeping me company in-between periods and at home at least it wasn’t the lonely year that I was expecting with Max having moved away last year. Even having Billy and Tony around made things better for me. Not to say that Tony’s has ever been that nice mind you. Billy is sometimes though, in his own weird way that is. Speaking of Billy, back then I really didn’t know how to handle being around the big guy. Like I said he was nice, but because he’s so quiet it was really hard for me to read him. Heck, I was sort of still afraid of him a little. Of course, that was until something happened that changed the way I saw him, but I’m getting a little ahead of myself aren’t I?)

His mind going numb as he was blindsided by a sudden pulse of pleasure from deep within his groin Pj threw his head back and let out a keen that echoed off of the walls, Moose taking the cue and bombarding his prostrate with the blunt head of his cock over and over again.

“OH CRAP!” Pj cried out mouth hanging open in pleased shock. “Oh, man. Oh man! Oooooh man YES! OH MAN! OH MAN!! OH MAN!! OH HECK YESSSSS!”

Listening to the mantra of mild curses coming out of his lover Moose grinned smugly to himself and decided to have a little fun at Pj’s expense. Slowing his movements down to a painful crawl as he held him in place and leaned over, his wet chest pressing against Pj‘s back in the most delicious way. “You still think we should stop and go home Fatty?” He asked cunningly. “Cause if you do then I’ll pull out so we can get dressed and--”

“--NO don’t stop!” Pj half begged, half moaned. “Y-You can’t stop now that you… that you’ve… oh man, just get going again! I want more!”

“There you go again. Being all bossy.” Moose said kissing a dark furred shoulder in front of him. “That trip really did give you some confidence.”

“I suppose it did.” Pj mumbled suddenly shy. “Now stop teasing me and hurry up, ok?”

“Yes sir, Fatty sir!” With a sinister grin Moose gave up all pretenses of wanting to stop and grabbed Pj’s shoulder so he could have better control for what he was about to do. Growling deeply he resumed fucking the other boy, only instead of a calm and steady pace like before he ramped his thrusting to a level that was comparable to the frantic and relentless speed and of a jackhammer set to the highest setting.

With this radical change in speed soon the sounds of the running showers around the couple were eclipsed by the wet meaty sounds of flesh meeting flesh and a series of obscene grunts, the chorus rising in volume to such degree that Pj once more fretted that they would be heard and caught. But just as that idea came into his dazed mind it was quickly overwritten by the sensations coursing through his body with each thrust. 

Besides, Moose was right about them getting caught: There was little to no chance that someone would come in there and see them that shouldn‘t. The only thing Pj decided he should be concerned about was enjoying what was happening. Having sex there in the shower room was a whole lot better than doing his algebra homework like he had planned to do that night.

Of course… just as Pj began to slip into pure unbridled bliss his premonition of being found out suddenly and horrifyingly came true when gruff snickering sounded from behind the copulating duo. Instantly coming to the realization that the two of them were no longer alone, Pj’s whole being instantly went rigid, his mouth snapping shut and his eyes going wide as he ever so slowly craned his next towards the source of the noise so he could see who had discovered them.

‘Crud, I bet it’s one of the guys on the team or a teacher or something.’ The frightened boy panicked in his mind. ‘I just knew we were going to get caught if we did this too much. Now Moose is going to be mad and we’ll both be expelled.’

Fortunately none of the horrible outcomes racing though the youths mind came to fruition because instead of a stranger greeting his vision when Pj turned the only one that appeared was the familiar form of Moose’s long time best friend Billy Hedstrung, the buffalo naked as the day he had been born and leaning against the entryway to the showers as he calmly watched the two of them from afar with a knowing grin plastered on his face.

Noticing that Pj had stopped pushing back against him Moose followed looked down and upon seeing that he was looking at something followed his vision. “Oh, hey Billy!” He said when he caught sight of the voyeur in their midst. “What are you doing here?”

Pushing himself off of the doorframe Billy entered the room with a casual grace of a man with nothing particular on his mind. “Taking a shower.” The naked bovine said like it should be obvious. “Got a date tonight. Didn‘t feel like going home first.”

“Well don‘t mind us then big guy, we‘ll be done in a bit.” Turning back to his little boyfriend Moose quickly returned to what he had been doing before and started fucking the chunky man with rough brutal strokes like they hadn’t just been interrupted by someone.

Resisting the urge to just let Moose continue when he started up again Pj huffed in irritation and futilely tried to push the monkey literally on his back. “Moose!” He admonished with a loud whisper. “What the heck are you doing!? Someone just walked in on us we can’t keep going!”

Giving an amused snort Moose placed a firm hand on Pj’s upper back as the smaller man tried to stand up. “Calm down Fatty.” He said gently pushing down. “It’s not like it would be your first threesome. Hell, you had that foursome with me, Billy and Tony during the away game remember?” 

With a smirk on his face Moose watched as Billy slowly made his way across the room and stopped under one of the showers. While he liked Pj and all his doughiness it didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate his best friend’s nice body too. “Isn’t that right buddy?” He called out continuing the conversation. “We all fucked him good.”

“Eeyup.” Billy hummed as he started to soap himself up and clean. “It was fun too.”

“See Fatty, we’re all on the same page.” Moose said giving Pj a quick wink before he glanced over to Billy thoughtfully. The buffalo sure did look good over there all wet it gave him a really dirty idea. Leaning over so he could whisper into Pj’s ear the gorilla shared his thoughts with his lover. “Hey, Fatty you feel like getting yourself spit-roasted today?” He said. “I’m sure Billy would come over here and stuff his cock into your mouth if you asked.”

“Moose…” Pj huffed in warning. Why was it that the ape could make something so dirty sound casual?

“Awe come on baby you know you’d like it.” Thinking that he needed some help in convincing Pj to do what he had said Moose called over to Billy trying to get him to come over. “What do you say Billy? You want to make the letter “H” over here or what!?”

“Naw.” Billy responded back much to the surprise of both his best friend and Pj. “Need to save it up.” The jock murmured as he continued to shower. “Greta Kindly’s m’ date tonight.”

Making an “O” shape with his mouth Moose nodded in understanding. Greta Kindly--a rather curvaceous and busty lamb--was one of the most sought after girls in the school. Most guys would give their left nut to get her in the back seat of a car so it made sense Billy wanted to “save up” for her. It was just a shame though; Moose had really been looking forward to seeing Pj in-between him and another guy that after noon. 

Fortunately for the over horny teen the likelihood of that little fantasy playing out was rekindled when the sounds of the Coach’s office door opening and closing drifted in from the shower room exit. Wrapping his arms around Pj’s torso, Moose pulled the smaller man flush against his chest so he could awkwardly drag him towards the door. 

“Come on Peeje let’s go and see if Mr. Macalla wants in.” The gorilla snickered dirtily. “I’m going to see you fucked from both ends yet today!” 

“D-Don’t I get a say in it!” Pj asked, his cheeks puffed up in mild annoyance. “I swear you’re getting as bad as my dad is.”

“Come on Fatty. Please…” Moose said begging like a child. “If you say yes I’ll we’ll do that special thing you like this weekend. I’ll even buy the bananas, whip cream, and chocolate sauce.”

Pj shuddered at the memory of the act Moose was suggesting. “The special Sunday?” He asked sounding hopeful. When Moose nodded Pj giggled and pulled away grabbing the older man by the hand so he could lead the way. “Well… ok then. But, just this once.”

“Ha, I knew that’d get you.” Moose proclaimed triumphantly. “You’ll do anything no matter how weird if someone asks nice enough.”

Pj’s huffed lightly at the accusation, his cheeks once more puffing out childishly again. “Don‘t make it sound like I‘m that easy please.” He weakly implored. “I don’t always do what you ask me to do.”

The attempt to save face only made Moose laugh. “Yes you do and that’s the best things about you!” He smirked fondly. “Well it’s one of the best things. The way your blush and smile after a really good fucking is pretty great too. Really cute and sexy. Then there those little dimples you have back there on your--”

Growing more and more mortified as Moose spoke Pj quickly slipped behind the other boy before he could continue and began pushing him towards the exit. There wasn’t any need for Billy to hear that sort of language. “L-Let’s go find Mr. Macalla ok!?” Pj said embarrassed. “You know before you keep blabbing.”

“Whatever you say bossy.” Moose said back smartly as he was shoved. “Bye Billy. Have fun screwing Greta!”

Watching silently as Moose and Pj left the room to find the third to their little fuck session, Billy hummed thoughtfully to himself, his ears twitching in contemplation. He had been listening closely when Moose had brought up the fact that Pj would do anything asked of him. A statement which in turn gave the horned bison a little idea of his own.

“This’ll be fun.” Billy chuckled to himself quietly, eyes twinkling under the hair obscuring his vision. “Lots of fun.”

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The next day…

Mumbling quietly to himself a very tired Pj yawned and slowly weaved his way through the crowd of other students on his way to his locker. “Geeze, I really think I overdid it last night.” He complained quietly. “I still can believe how sore my butt is.”

Thinking back to the previous evening Pj ruefully recalled the ordeals he had narrowly made it through. After Moose had dragged him out of the showers and away from the chuckling Billy the sex crazed simian had kept his promise about having him “spit roasted” and had more or less barged into Mr. Macalla’s office for a threesome. After chewing them out playfully for invading his privacy Mr. Macalla had gladly agreed to have a little fun and had peeled off his sweaty jockstrap so he could stuffy his hardening cock right into Pj’s craw.

While a little peeved himself that he had been talked just been railroaded Pj had remained quiet and allowed them to do what they wanted, the experience another in the long line of events he looked back on fondly. However, by the time they were all done and Pj was dropped off at his house by Moose he was more than happy to have a nice quiet evening at home watching TV and doing his homework. 

Or at least that’s what he had been hoping. But as soon as Pj set foot into the living room to say hello to his dad before retreating to his room he was confronted by not only his father Pete D’caht and their friend Bubba but also a rowdy foursome of horny truckers. All of them naked, horny, and very, very happy to have him in their presence. 

The second he had walked in on the six naked men Pj had naturally tried to make a break for it. But before he could Pete had been on him, spinning the red faced sputtering boy back around to the group and proceeding to sweet talk/dirty talk Pj into becoming the centerpiece of the little party he had arranged. Pj had given in of course and by the time the six men had had their fill of sex the naked eighteen year old was completely worn out, covered in sweat and cum, and groaning in complete bliss as the men standing in a circle around him laughing to themselves and jerking off as the spilled their seed.

Pj had slept like a baby that night after his shower, happy and smiling as he drifted off into dreamland. But the next morning wasn’t so pleasant. He had woken up with a very distinctive sore bottom which had him vowing never again to take on that many full grown men at once. Not that Pj knew for sure that he could keep that kind of promise mind you. He had tried to resist that night but then those darn puppy dog eyes Bubba and his dad sent his way broke his resolve in an instant.

“Humm… maybe Moose is right.” Pj said quietly as he continued to limp. “I really can’t say no when someone asks me nice enough.”

His eyes going down to the ground in front of him Pj began trying to think of how he could fix his little problem completely ignoring what might lie ahead in his path. He was so caught up in his own thoughts in fact that he failed to notice someone was right in front of him until he unceremoniously bumped right into a shaggy solid mass of muscle and bounced off of it like a ping-pong ball off of a brick wall.

Crying out in shock as he collided with whomever was standing in front of him, Pj spun around, arms flailing like a windmill as he fell towards the checkered linoleum floor. However, just as he was about to find himself falling flat on his face the panicking boy suddenly stopped in midair, his shirt tugged back as someone or something caught him before it was too late. 

“Huh?” Pj said staring downward. “What happened?”

“Woopsie-daisy.” A deep bemused voice said from above.

Instantly recognizing the slow drawl coming from above him Pj awkwardly twisted around in his unusual position and was once again greeted by the dopey grin belonging to none other than Billy Hedstrung. Thankfully this time the buffalo was completely dressed this time his large and muscular body covered by and outfit that made Pj do a double take. Billy was dressed up in an old fifties style team letter jacket, a tight white t-shirt, and even tighter black jeans. If Pj didn’t know better he would have sworn the horned man had stepped right out of the old movie “Rebel Without a Cause.”.

Not seeming to notice the puzzled expression his choice in outfit had caused Billy obviously continued to hold Pj, the usual grin on his face growing wider and wider as the seconds ticked by. “Good thing I caught you, huh?” He eventually asked. “You okay?” 

Blushing as he hung there Pj chuckled uneasily at the question and nervously smiled back at the slightly older boy. This had to have been the first time him and Billy ad ever interacted without Moose or Tony with them and it was a little intimidating for him. 

“I… ah… I guess I’m fine Billy.” Pj got out sounding completely unsure. “I should really watch where I’m going, shouldn‘t I?”

“Guess so.” Effortlessly Billy yanked on the back of Pj’s shirt and helped him back onto his own feet with only a bit of a stumble. “Still sorry I knocked you over though little man.” 

‘Little man?’ Pj wondered silently. He supposed that next to Billy he certainly was little. Out loud though Pj gave his savior another small smile. “No need to apologize.” He told him. “Like I said: it was all my fault really. I sort of got distracted thinking about--”

“Getting fucked yesterday?” Billy finished with a scratch to his goateed chin. “You were really loud. Must of felt good.” 

At Billy’s completely truthful yes inappropriate words Pj’s mouth hung open in shock. Who said that kind of thing out loud in a public place!? Fearing that others had head Pj frantically whipped his head from side to side praying to whatever higher power there was that no one had heard the shaggy jock blurt out his and Moose’s carnal activities. 

When no one came into view--the entire corridor having been emptied in the rush to get to the lunch room--Pj let out a deep sigh of relief but was still embarrassed that Billy had said what he said. “Billy… um, could you not go saying things like that out loud please.” He pleaded with a loud whisper. “It’s not something I like to… you know advertise.”

Confused, Billy cocked his head to the side like a pet dog. “Why not?” He questioned. “You’re really good at it. Least Moose says so.”

“Well while that may be true I‘d still…” Stopping disentrance Pj‘s gasped again as he processed what Billy had just said. “Wait, Moose talks about the things we do together!” He exclaimed in shock. 

His grin reappearing with a vengeance upon his scruffy face Billy chuckled. “Yup. Moose tells about that and all the other guys you fuck with.” He stated. “We all share that sort of stuff. Told’um about Greta this morning.”

Face palming at the little bit of trivia Pj sighed and dropped his eyes to the ground suddenly feeling bashful. Even though him and Billy had had sex before like Moose had said it was still a little embarrassing that the buffalo knew about all the various things he had done with guys. 

Noticing the redness creeping up in the cheeks of his smaller companion Billy--curiosity getting the better of him--leaned down so he could see into Pj’s eyes. “You alright little man?” He called out, breaking Pj out of his thoughts. “You’re all red.”

Realizing how rude he was being staring at the floor Pj sheepishly lifted his eyes back up to grace Billy with a shy expression. “Y-Yeah I‘m ok.” He said giving a nervous hum. “Just sort of stunned that you know about all that stuff.”

Reaching out Billy gave Pj a quick pat on his shoulder. “Don’t worry.” He hummed. “I won’t tell anyone. Wouldn’t be fair since I fuck around too.”

“Thanks.” Pj said half giggling. 

(It’s strange Mr. Diary but when Billy made that promise to me that day I instantly believed that he wouldn’t say a word. Not that I truly understood why I came to that sort of conclusion mind you. After all when Moose was still bullying me it was Billy who was always the one who stuffed me in my locker at his request. I guess there was just something about the way Billy talked that sort of made you trust him.)

His stomach giving a small rumble as he stood there Pj suddenly remembered why he had been walking down the hallway in the first place and decided he better get to the cafeteria before lunch period was over. It might have been a… interesting new experience talking with Billy alone but there was a meatloaf with his name on it waiting and he couldn‘t wait.

“Well… um, thanks again for catching me Billy.” Pj said politely beginning to excuse himself. “Next time I make cookies I’ll make sure you get an extra dozen.”

Giving Billy one last thankful nod Pj hesitantly went to pass by the larger teen. However just as he went to take his first step he suddenly found his quick escape blocked when Billy’s arms shot out and the buffalo’s heavy hand landed square on his shoulder trapping him in place.

“Wait don’t go yet!” Billy said loudly, his voice sounding desperate. Wincing when he saw Pj cringe at his gruff command, the jock carefully withdraw his meaty palm and mumbled an apology. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I just… well…” 

Grateful when Billy removed his hand Pj glanced up fearfully at the larger man, the deep-rooted instinct from their former bully/victim days rearing its head once more. Just as he was about to heed this creeping feeling Pj noticed that the older boy’s body language had suddenly done a one-eighty. One that surprisingly had him glued to the spot observing him with some amusement.

Instead of his usual relaxed posture Billy had for some unknown reason started to shuffle nervously from foot to foot, a worried look on his face as he poked his index fingers together and mumbled to himself. Watching this, the first thought that went through Pj’s mind was how cute the big scary man was being as he did this. 

The second thought was why the heck did he just think that first part!? Billy Hedstrung was a lot of things. Overwhelmingly menacing, frightening, daunting, but calling him cute certainly wasn’t something that usually came to mind. 

Biting back the smile threatening to form on his lips at the other man’s odd behavior however, Pj took a deep breath and went to ask what was wrong before Billy did something else that embarrassed the two of them. 

“Did… did you want to ask me something Billy?” Pj questioned

To Pj’s surprise Billy began to blush at his query and stopped suddenly to give a small chuckle. “Naw.” Pausing again the bovine huffed in frustration and rand his fingers through the hair falling down over his face, his action giving Pj a rare look into his crystal blue eyes. “I mean yeah there is.” He continued. “Was… was wondering if you’d mind doing a special favor for me. You know like you do for Moose all the time.”

‘A special favor for Moose?’ Pj wondered. Maybe Billy was talking about all the time he volunteered to be the mascot or the numerous other things he did for his boyfriend. If that was true than he didn’t see anything wrong with helping Billy to. Maybe he’d become his friend if he did!

“I-I wouldn’t mind at all.” Pj said responding to Billy’s question. “In fact I’d be happy to.”

“Good let‘s start!” Lugging the backpack he was carrying on his shoulder to the floor, Billy quickly opened it and pulled out a large textbook. “I’m…” Stopping for a second he tapped his chin a few times then began again in a stiff unnatural manner. “I’m having… trouble in… um, math class… yeah math class. Gotta get better grades. So I want you to be my special tutor.”

Taking the book from Billy’s hands Pj peered down at the tome and read the title out loud. “Advanced algebraic equations are our friends.” He sighed. This certainly was a book that he was well acquainted with. The horrendous hardcover had given him no end to trouble the year before when he had taken math with Mr. Cooper. Trying to understand the stuff within the pages had been so difficult actually that Pj had only managed to squeak by the frog’s class with a “C” minus average.

“I don‘t know if I can really help you with this Billy.” Pj explained, being honest. Thinking about how he could help the pudgy man was suddenly hit with an idea. “Hey, I know! There’s this Doberman in the math club named Donny who owes me a favor for…. Well, let’s just say he owes me ok? I’m sure he’ll agree to--”

“--I rather it be you.” Billy cut in. “But if you can’t it’s okay.”

Seeing the saddened expression his refusal had caused to cross over Billy’s face at his refusal Pj sighed and instantly came to the conclusion that he had no other choice but to agree to his request. He may have still been afraid of Billy a little bit but how on earth could anyone say “no” to that sort of face. Moose was right about him he supposed.

“Alright, I’ll tutor you.” Pj said handing Billy back his math book. “I‘m available anytime you want to come over. I get everything we need and we’ll spend the night hitting the as hard as we can.”

Taking in what Pj just said a slow grin crossed over Billy’s face. “Great!” He exclaimed happily. “Tonight alright?”

That was a little sooner than he had expected but Pj didn’t see the harm. “Sure.” He shrugged. “Be there around five then. I‘m sure Moose would be happy to drive us both to….” 

A thought crossing his mind as he spoke Pj snapped his mouth shut and wondered if Billy wanted Moose and Tony to know about their studying session or not. Maybe a jock like Billy would be embarrassed about having to ask a nerd like him to tutor him for all he knew.

About to voice his question Pj opened his mouth wanting to know how Billy wanted to handle the plans they had just made. He was unable to though because before he could speak the sounds of men laughing from down the hallway alerted the duo to the fact that they weren’t the only ones residing in the hallway that very moment. 

“I’m telling you Moose she wants me so bad!” Tony Tarn’s voice rang out smugly from down the corridor. “You should have seen the way she was looking at me in homeroom. Practically undressing me with her baby blue eyes.”

“For the last time Tony: Gina wasn’t making goo-goo eyes at you it was Jeffery Ramses.” Moose said with a snicker. “You know the big bulldog who’s better at football than you are. The guys she’s been going out with since middle school?”

“Hey, that fucker isn‘t even in my league Clancy!” Tony exclaimed with a good-natured huff. “Not on the field and certainly not in the bedroom. Humm… I can almost hear Gina now…” Raising his voice so he sounded more effeminate Tony mimicked what he thought the girl would say. “Oh Tony your so much bigger than that limp hotdog I used to go out with! Please oh please take off your pants so I can give you a hummer!”

Moose rolled his eyes at his friend’s high-pitched imitation of the girl they were talking about. “Tone… I hate to break it to you but I’ve seen guys with bigger dicks.” He informed the bull. “From what I’ve seen you barely break four inches.”

After quickly ducking out of the way when Tony swiped at him for his mocking words, Moose snickered at his grumpy friend and jogged ahead so he was out of range. It was as he did this that the gorilla noticed for the first time that the two of them weren’t alone in the quiet high school hallway, his eyes landing on not only his other best friend but his diminutive boyfriend as well. 

Closing the short distance between them, Moose regarded the pair with slight trepidation. He didn’t think for one single moment that Billy was antagonizing the other boy but Moose knew that Billy tended to be viewed as intimidating to people outside of the football team.

“Didn‘t think I‘d run into you two.” Moose said in lieu of greeting. After giving Billy a friendly punch on the arm the gorilla smirked playfully at Pj. “Especially you Fatty. Shouldn’t you be face first in a plate of mashed potatoes? Lunch is your best subject after all.”

Resisting the urge to snort at Moose’s little friendly joke Pj instead did something that surprised both himself and the ape. “Actually… History is my best subject Moose.” He quipped. “Why aren’t you in the cafeteria? F-Forgot where it is?”

Impressed that Pj didn’t get shy at his teasing Moose grinned and patted him on his head. “No I didn’t forget.” He chuckled. “I had to find Tony so I could give him the locker room key back first.” 

Turning around as the bull approached their little group the gorilla continued in an amused tone. “Had a hell of a time finding horn head too.” He informed everyone. “At least until I walked by the principal’s office and heard him inside. Would have gone in he must of accidently locked the door when he went inside.”

Giving Tony a knowing look Moose made a show of tapping his chin as if he were thinking hard. “What on earth were you doing in there Tone?” He wondered loudly. “You were inside for a suspiciously long time and all I could make out was muffled groans and grunts.”

Returning Moose’s smartassed expression with a frown of his own Tony snorted at his older friend and turned away, his ever grumpy self. “What I was doing with my dad is none of your business Curious George.” He snapped.

“Awe come one.” Moose continued to prod. “I told you about the showers this morning.”

“I already said no Clancy. It’s my secret and I‘m keeping it.” Tony insisted with a sourly. “But if you really need some gossip for those fat ears of yours then how about I tell you about the party I’m having Saturday. The one my dad agreed to buy us two kegs of beer, a whole bunch of food, and a DJ for.”

Moose let out a low whistle hearing the setup. “Damn.” He said sounding surprised. “Now I’m really wondering what you did to get your sourpuss old man to agree to that sort of crap.” 

Once again Moose found himself on the receiving end of another glare for what he had said. One that didn’t end until he rolled his eyes and back away comically in surrender much to Tony’s continued aggravation. “Anyway…” The bull drawled once he was sure his mouthy friend got the hint to shut up. “Now that I got permission I’m going to need help shopping for supplies. You’ll be there after school to dive me around, right Clancy?”

“Sorry Tone can‘t get there right after school.” Moose told the other man. “Got to take Pj home first like I always do. I can get there around seven though.” Quickly making sure they were alone Moose stealthily placed his arm around Pj’s shoulders and pulled him close enough so that he could deliver a wet kiss on the his cheek, much to chubby boy’s chagrin. 

“Moose…” Pj groaned. Why did Moose have to be so mushy in front of people? No less his two “straight” friends? Reluctantly he tried to push off the affectionate simian away and only ended up in getting another sloppy smooch to his face much to his horror. “Come on, stop it please.”

“Ok, ok I’ll stop.” Moose said, a devious grin tugging at his lips. “I’ll just wait till later.”

Freed yet still blushing Pj cautiously peeked over to where Tony was standing and immediately flinched when he saw the death glare being sent back his way. He supposed that the bull wasn’t exactly ok with his best friend blowing him off. It was then that Pj saw that he needed to fix this problem fast before he was rendered to slag by that dirty look. 

“You know, you don’t really have to give me a ride today.” Pj quietly said. “Tony needs your help more than I do. Besides, I used to walk home all the time so it’s no problem.”

Moose’s eyebrows rose at the suggestion. “But… if I don’t take you home then I’ll miss the after school blowjob you always give me in the car.” He pointed out with an exaggerated pout. “And as we all know you give the best ones around. Isn’t that right guys?”

Amused at how quickly Pj’s cheeks turned a darker shade of crimson, Billy chuckled. “Yup.” He agreed. “The best.”

“Ugh, you’re starting to make me nauseous Clancy.” Tony cut in with a huff. “You too Hedstrung.”

For the life of him Tony really couldn’t understand why his friends insisted on complimenting the fat little dork in front of him for. Sure he may have enjoyed fucking the hell out of his doughy ass that day in his dad’s office but it wasn’t like he was the best. Though… the nerd really did know how to deep throat his dick and that ass of his was so damn tight that Tony just got hard think--

‘--Fuck, what the hell’s wrong with me!’ Tony cursed shaking his head. ‘Keep it together Tony! Your pissed off remember!’ 

Playing his usual part of angry teen Tony quickly got his act together and spun around on his heel, his arms going over his large chest as he snorted for good measure. “You know what, fine Clancy! You just go and spend the afternoon screwing around with your fat fuckbuddy.” He harrumphed. “I’m sure me and Billy can get everything ready for the party without you. Isn‘t that right big guy”

“Nope.” Billy responded.

“There see we’ll do just… wait, what!?” Spinning on the spot Tony placed his hands on his hips and leveled the bison with another nasty glare. “What the hell do you mean “nope”!?” He growled. “What do you have to do tonight that’s more important than setting up for a kegger!?”

Pulling his backpack back onto his shoulder Billy nodded over towards Pj. “Gonna go to the little man’s house tonight.” He simply informed. “Studying.” 

Both of their faces going blank with shock Tony and Moose slowly turned to one another and shared a confused expression between them. Then as one they shifted their eyes back to Billy, then to Pj, and back again, their expressions only becoming more and more lost with each movement. 

It wasn’t until a full minute had passed that one of them reacted to what had been said, Tony’s face contorting as if he were constipated for a second before he doubled over and began laughing so loud that it made his three companions jump in surprise. 

“Why the fuck would you want to go studying with D’caht for!?” Tony exclaimed as he held his aching sides. “It’s not like your grades can get any better than they already are you dimwit!”

Billy gave a noncommittal hum to Tony’s statement. “I guess.” He replied. “Still don’t have to be that loud.”

“Yeah I do.” Tony snickered. “It’s just so damn funny. Someone like you getting a tutor.”

Standing next to the two as they continued to talk to each other Pj felt something rise in the back of his mind which caused a frown to form on his face. How could Tony be so mean to someone who was supposed to be his best friend!? Pj became so irritated at the bull’s continued laughter that before he even realized what he was doing a look of disapproval appeared on his face and he started berating him in the same tone one would use to scold a naughty child. 

“Tony Tarn! You should be ashamed of yourself!” The pudgy boy snapped. “I-I-I think you should apologize to him this very instant!”

Amusement drying up the very instant Pj finished speaking, Tony glared over at the shorter man and rose to his full height. “What did you just say to me D’caht?” He asked in a dangerous tone. “Because I could have sworn I just heard you telling me what to do. But you couldn‘t possibly be that stupid right? … … …RIGHT!” 

Taking a fearful step back when Tony shouted at him Pj mentally kicked himself in the butt for saying what he had. Now he was going to be trounced within an inch of his life. ‘Me and my big stupid mouth!’

Thankfully before Tony could reach out and strangle the younger man Moose came to his boyfriend’s rescue and stepped between the horned bully and the shaking nerd. “Chill it Tony!” The quarterback commanded. “Peeje was just trying to defend Billy. Something we’ve both done, remember?” You know he doesn’t know about--”

“--I don’t care what the fuck he knows!” Tony interrupted, shoving the ape out of his way. “Where the hell does he get off tell me what to do? Especially when it comes to how I treat the big idiot over there.”

Indignation rising once more as he watched Tony push his boyfriend Pj got a second surge of courage and spoke up again. “I-I know I might of been… a-a bit pushy just now, b-but I stand by what I said.” He shakily explained to the angry bull about to charge at him. “You should say you’re sorry. I’m sure Billy can do anything he puts his mind too and I bet I can teach him something new in the process.”

Cringing after his mostly demure outburst Pj readied himself for thrashing he thought was coming to him, his eyes going shit and his hands covering his face. However, instead of a fist in the face for his words Tony did something that was completely out of character. “So you wanna make a bet fatso?” The horned man asked calmly. “Alright then let’s make it official.”

Cautiously peeking out between his arms Pj blinked up at the older man in confusion. “Wait, what?” 

“You heard me.” Tony huffed in annoyance. “You want to mouth off to me then you better as hell follow through.” Stepping up to Billy, he rudely nudged the other in the gut with his elbow. “Here’s the deal: You teach this big lug one thing he doesn’t already know during your stupid study date and I’ll say I’m “sworry”.”

Lowering his arms Pj gazed over at Tony long and hard, trying his best to gauge if he was being serious or not. Seeing that he was though only served to confuse him further. “W-What happens if I can’t?” He asked. “You know if I lose the bet and can’t teach Billy something new?” Looking over to Billy he gave him an apologetic look. “Not that I don’t think I can mind you.”

“When you lose….” Tony said putting special emphasis the last word. “Then you have to come my party Saturday as the guest of honor.” 

There were a few moments of stunned silence from the three standing in front of the bull before Moose said what everyone else was thinking. “Ok, Tone what’s the catch?”

“No catch.” Tony said almost keeping a straight face. When neither Moose or anyone else for that matter bought his lie the mean spirited man gave up the pretense and grinned evilly at Pj. “Ok, ok there is one little thing.” He admitted. “When you show up at the party you have to be wearing that ugly ass elf costume I caught you in during winter break. You know the one with the candy cane tights and jingle bells on the toes.”

Pj’s face went red at the reminder of the costume he had forced to wear during his Christmas vacation. He still vividly remembered the humiliation of being out in public dressed like that and the spanking he had received from his Santa costume clad father that day. If he showed up wearing that thing to Tony’s party He’d be the biggest laughing stock the school had ever seen. 

There might have only been a month or so of school but there was no way on earth Pj wanted his final days of high school to be that kind of awful. About to back down and apologizing for daring to question Tony’s character Pj looked up to the bull who was still standing next to Billy. It was when he did that, that Pj caught the buffalo’s eyes… well, the general area where he assumed his eyes were, and decided against taking the coward’s way out. 

If he didn’t accept what Tony had just purposed then the bull would ever apologize to Billy. Something which just didn’t settle right in Pj’s gut. Billy had saved him a few minutes ago and had even asked him for help. There was no way he could turn his back on him. 

Letting out a slow breath Pj stared down at his feet and mumbled a nearly unbearable. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll agree to that bet.”

“Peeje… no.” Moose groaned. What was it with Pj’s incredibly sweet yet entirely annoying habit of always trying to do the right thing, even when he didn’t need to? It was okay when it was something small but this was a bet with Tony Tarn. A man who reveled in humiliating anyone he could for jollies. 

“I’m not going to let you make that sort of bet babe.” Moose told Pj firmly. “Tony’s just messing with…”

Before Moose could finish Billy reached out and grabbed him by the arm and yanked the gorilla over to him so he could whisper something that made the older boy grow quiet after a brief struggle between the two of them.

After a few hushed words Moose pulled away so that he could give his friend an incredulous look. “Well yeah that‘s true.” He said scratching his head. “But I can‘t just let Fatty walk right into…”

Once again Moose was roughly tugged back over to Billy who resumed telling him something in private. Only this time instead of trying to free himself Moose listened intently to whatever he was being told, a small, almost sinister grin spreading over his face.

Finally after a chuckle from both himself and Billy, Moose stepped away from the other man and gave Tony a smug smile. “Alright Tony, Pj accepts.” He announced.

‘Wasn’t I the one making the bet?’ Pj wondered from Moose‘s right.  

“But…” Moose continued, obvious to the face Pj was making. “…If Peeje wins not only do you got to say sorry to Billy but you also have to wear the elf outfit to your own party.”

Tony narrowed his eyes at his two friends instantly sensing that they were up to something. But going over his own plan in his mind he saw no flaw that they could possibly exploit. He may have not got the best grades like some people but he was still smart enough to know a sure thing. 

“Fine.” He huffed as he held out his hand for Moose to shake. “But there’s no way I’m dressing up like some sissy.”

“We’ll see about that.” Moose said back smugly.

Looking back and forth between Moose and Tony as the pair shook hands Pj began to worry about what he had just been dragged into. All he had wanted to do was go and eat some halfway decent meatloaf but somehow he had ended up becoming Billy’s study buddy and the pawn in some sort of bizarre bet which would most likely end with him making a fool of himself in front of everyone in Spoonerville High.

‘I really need to learn how to say no to people.’ Pj lamented while he rubbed his forehead. ‘I really, really, really do.”

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Later that afternoon…

“Ok, I think that’s everything we’ll need.” Pj’s voice rang out from one of the second story windows of the D’caht household. “Now all I need to do is double check my list.”

Standing in the center of the room beyond the window a grinning Pj walked over to his bed and carefully removed the check list he had spent an hour constructing from his back pocket. Holding the scrap of paper up to his nose he let his eyes roam over the surface and read over what he had written.

 “Ok… I got us twelve new and sharpened number two pencils.” He recited aloud. “I also got three packs of school regulation lined paper, plenty of erasers for when we make mistakes, two high tech calculators if we need help, some rulers both regular and protractor, and last but not lease plenty of snacks in case we get hungry while we’re hitting the books.”

Reaching the end of his list of supplies Pj stuffed his list back into his pocket and visibly relaxed. That had been the fifth time he had gone over the various supplies on top of his bed in the last half hour. Each individual check yielding the same exact results. It was a little overly cautious he knew, but one couldn’t be too careful in his opinion. Especially when they had someone like Billy Hedstrung coming over to study.

“That’s if I can actually teach Billy something instead of messing it up.” Pj mumbled to himself as he trudged over to his desk chair and slumped down into it. “What was I thinking?”

Groaning as he thought of the Herculean task ahead of him Pj rested his face in his palms and tried to convince himself that he wasn’t in over his head. Both referring to his tutoring skills and to the bet he had made with Tony. But no matter how much he did it just wouldn’t work. He could have just said no to both men and gone on his merry way to the lunch room. But noooooo!

And it wasn’t like Pj was afraid he’s loose because Billy was incapable of learning. He had meant it wholeheartedly when he had said the buffalo could learn anything he wanted. It was just… how was he going to talk to him when they were alone? 

Billy was always so quiet and Pj didn’t have any sort of experience when it came to tutoring. That was unless you counted the time Max had helped him for that test years ago. Not that that was a successful endeavor. The phrase “The yokes on you” still gave Pj nightmares to that very day. 

“Guess all I can do when it comes down to it is to try my best.” Pj reasoned after a few moments. “And if I do fail I’m sure people won’t laugh too hard at my elf costume.” 

Vision drifting over to his closet Pj caught sight of said outfit, the jingle bells on the toes and hat glinting in light filtering in from his window. “Who am I kidding?” He bemoaned. “People all the way in china are going to hear them laughing!”

Wanting a way to push the unpleasantness starting to creep up in his mind Pj stood up and began heading back over to his bed so he could check things over again. The sixth time’s the charm after all. His plans hit a snag however when the doorbell suddenly rang out from downstairs, the sound making him jump a foot off the ground with a yelp of surprise. 

“Curd, he’s already here!” Pj fretted. “I really thought I had more time.

Stomach starting to churn with nervousness Pj quickly gathered himself and exited his room as fast as he could. Making his way from the hallway to the stairs the young man once again began telling himself that he could do this, that everything would be fine, that nothing would get in the way of him teaching Billy. A mantra which actually started to work by the time he reached the first floor of his house. 

This sudden surge of self-confidence sudden came crashing down to earth though the very second Pj passed by his living room and saw something that had him stopping dead in his tracks to gasp out in shock. Peering into the once pristine and mostly wholesome living space the chubby boy was horrified to discover that it had somehow been transformed into what only could be described as a bacchanalian S&M dungeon complete with burning candles, strop lights, and all sorts of bizarre sexual contraptions. 

Of course those items weren’t main thing that had caused Pj to gape into the hastily made den of iniquity. No, that honor solely belonged to the two men how happened to be inside of the room. There, right in the center of the room was none other than Pj’s own father Pete D’caht sr., the large middle-aged man dressed head to toe in shiny bondage gear and smoking a cigar as he gleefully fucked the ass of someone in front of him.

Shaking his head in wonder Pj didn’t know what was worse about what his dad was wearing right then. The assless chaps barring his father’s hairy ass to the world, the open chain and zipper covered vest that barely contained his bulk, or the matching bikers hat that bore the phrase “Leather Daddy” on the front. 

In the end though, he decided that what the room’s second occupant was wearing had to be the oddest thing he was currently looking at. On all fours in front of his father was Mr. Wey. The respectable leader of the neighborhood gardening society wearing a full leather gimp suit and grunting like a stuffed pig through the closed zipper in the facemask he was wearing.

Hearing the doorbell ring once again Pj suddenly snapped out of the shock that had come over him and glanced over to the front door where he could just make out Billy’s large silhouette on the other side. This defiantly wasn’t good. No straight guy on earth would want to walk in on this kind of thing!

Steeling himself for the argument he knew was coming Pj hesitantly stepped into the living room and called out to the two men inside. “D-Dad!? Mr. Wey!? C-Can I have a minute of your t-time?”

Barely slowing down at all when he heard Pj call out to him Pete carefully removed the cigar hanging from his mouth and flashed an evil smirk in his son’s direction. “Well, lookit Wey my dear old baby boy is watchin’ us.” He laughed. “Enjoying da show brat? Cause iffin you are den ya better drop dem drawers and get yer ass in here too.”

Blushing at the offer Pj resisted the overwhelming urge to do as his dad had told him and stood still. He had interrupted the pair for a reason and he couldn’t get distracted. “Dad…” He sighed. “What are you doing in here?”

Giving his son a rude snort at the apparent stupidity of the question posed to him Pete placed his cigar back in his mouth and clenched the thick brown stick between his teeth. “What’s the fuck wrong wit yer eyes boy!? Can’t you see I’m fuck-I-natin’ old two-tons over here?” He remarked while tightening his grip on Mr. Wey’s hips so he could really pound into him. “I know ya play all innocent-like but ya ain’t that stupid.”

“I meant why are you doing it in here, right now!” Pj clarified. “I told you I was expecting someone later today.”

“Like I give a shit iffin one of yer fuck buddies is coming over.” Pete remarked with a nasty growl.  “Me and fatass here got ourselves a deadline and we ain‘t missin‘ it b‘cause yer havin‘ company over.”

Pj was almost too afraid to ask what his dad meant by that but did anyway. “Deadline?”

Huffing in irritation because his son’s curious interrogation interrupting his fun, Pj pointed over to a camcorder sitting on a tripod across the room. “Me and jumbo here are makin’ ourselves a special fuck flick fer HornyHornyHippos.com.” He explained. “Fuckers are offerin’ at shell out a three hundred buck-a-rinos for the nastiest one they get.”

“You’re making a movie?” Pj groaned. Why did his dad have to go all out all the time? Couldn’t he just have nice quiet sex down in his little dungeon? Speaking of that dark little room. “Wait… why didn’t you just do this downstairs?”

“Not enough light.” Pete simply explained. Eyes trailing down Wey’s back and then to his camera the boisterous feline frowned and suddenly pulled out of his partner. “Get On yer back.” He commanded with a slap to the hippo’s large gray ass. “Gonna need a better shot iffin we’re gonna get da jackpot.” 

Grumbling under his breath about how much of a bastard Pete was Mr. Wey did as he had been told, rolling onto his back with a huff and holding up his legs so that Pete could continue their fuck session. What the retiree didn’t expect was how rough Pete was going to be when he impaled him. 

Growling savagely Pete shoved his meat into the older man’s raw ass with all the grace of a rampaging beast on a bender. “Heh-heh almost as good as the first time!”

“FUCK!” Gary moaned as Pete resumed driving into him hard. “Ease up there you damn bastard. If you don‘t, I‘m going to say the hell with this and leave.”

“You ‘an me both know you love it rough fatass.” Pete said back smugly

Proving his point the dark furred man took Gary by the ankles and spread his legs as far apart as he could, the new position allowing the slightly downward facing camera in front of them to fully capture the image of the older man’s slick cock sliding noisily back and forth between their large bellies.

“Yeah, that’s it! Let’s give’um something’ they’ll love.” Pete exclaimed happily picking up the pace. “Make dem internet pervs cum buckets. And you want it like that don‘t ya? You want dem all watchin’ you gettin’ yer hole tore up by yers truly! SAY IT!”

“F-F-F-F-FUCK YESS!” Mr. Wey Moaned. “I-I-I mean I-it’s ok I guess. Just keep fucking my hole you stinking bastard!”

Cringing at the sound the dirty yet somehow arousing filth spewing from both men’s mouth Pj glanced over to the front door again and whimpered. There just had to be a way to make his dad reconsider filming his porn movie out in the open like this. Suddenly an idea came to the worried boy’s mind. An idea that had “sacrificing” himself to his dad’s lust but an idea that would undoubtedly work. 

‘Well we all do things for the greater good.’ Pj mused morosely. 

Clearing his throat the self-sacrificing young man cautiously called out to his father. “Um dad… dad… dad?” When Pete failed to respond to his timid words Pj sighed and raised his voice to be heard over the meaty thwacks and grunts. “DAD!”

Snapping his eyes back over to his son Pete growled at the impertinence of him interrupting them again. “Fer fucks sake what?!” He barked. “I don’t got time fer any more of yer whiny shit!”

Staying strong in the face of the irritated glower facing him Pj held his ground and carried on with his request. “I know you busy dad but please listen.” He implored. “Billy’s here and I really don’t think he wants to see you and Mr. Wey doing this sort of thing. If you stop and go downstairs right now I promise when he‘s gone I‘ll--”

Not letting Pj finish Mr. Wey roughly unzipped the mouth of his leather mask. “Get lost kid!” He demanded hotly. “Can’t you see we’re BUSY OVER HERE!!!!”

Nearly falling over backwards from the gust of hot air that hit him from Wey’s shout Pj raced out of the living room and back into the foyer as if his heels were on fire. He should have known that there was no chance getting the perverted duo to change locations. After all, once his dad wanted to have sex there was no way of averting the inevitable. 

Pj supposed he’s just have to sprit Billy upstairs before he got a good look at what was going on in the living room. Hopefully the bison wouldn’t be too disgusted by the S&M playroom.

Crossing the short distance to the front door Pj straightened his clothing and opened the front door without any more delay. Standing on the other side was Billy just as he expected, but like at school the buffalo was dressed in his stereotypical 1950’s school jock outfit. Pj would have thought that the he’d have changed after a long day at school.

“Hello Billy.” Pj said greeting the other man.

“Hey.” Billy nodded back. “Took you long to answer. Didn’t think you were home.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Pj said scratching an imaginary itch on his neck. “I sort of had to take care of something first and--” 

A loud moan interrupted before Pj could finish speaking. One that was followed by a string of words that had the him blushing like a school girl and Billy tilting his head to the side in an effort to see what was going on inside. 

“What’s that?” Billy asked.

A nervous giggle bubbling up Pj quickly went to sidestep the question. “It’s nothing.” He responded with his best fake grin. “Just some… Well it was my… it-it was… ah… I-I didn’t hear anything! You must have imagined it!”

Making a noncommittal grunt Billy stared down at the shorter man in front of him for a few moments, worrying Pj, then shrugged. “Oh, okay then.” He said. “Can I come in now?”

“Oh, o-of course you can.” Hiding the worried expression he could feel crossing over his face Pj hesitantly stepped to the side and flourished for the older man to enter his him. “Sorry I didn’t say that first. It was rude of me.”

Ducking under the archway so he could enter the D’caht household Billy mumbled a quiet “S’Okay” and walked past Pj with a pat to his shoulder. “Thanks again for agreeing to this.”

Quickly stepping between Billy and the living room Pj reached out and took him by his shaggy arm. “Don’t worry about it.” He insisted while attempting to pull the other boy towards the steps. “I really am happy to do this for you.”

“I bet.” Billy chuckled. Looking around the buffalo slowly slid his backpack off. “So… where we gonna do this? Your living room?”

Hearing another throaty moan echoing from behind Pj reaffirmed his decision that there was no way in heck that they’d be going back into that room anytime soon. “Um, actually I was thinking my room would be the best place to do it.” He answered quickly. “You know that way it’d be quieter and… more private, you know?

Billy seemed to mull over this statement for a second before he nodded his head in agreement. “Ah gotcha.” He chuckled. “More private.

“Yeah private.” Pulling at Billy’s arm again Pj tried to lead his guest upstairs once again, which thankfully the larger boy allowed this time with a snicker. 

Pleased that they’d soon be safe behind his bedroom door Pj breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he was avoiding any sort of embarrassing situation this time. Or at least he was they reached the bottom on the steps. Before Pj could start their accent up to the second floor Pete suddenly appeared from the living room entryway, his large and still hard cock bobbing up and down as he passed the pair and down the stairs leading to the basement scratching his large ass and muttering about getting his assblaster whopper ™ as he disappeared.

His body completely frozen after his crude father passed Pj fearfully peered over to Billy hoping that he wasn’t too disgusted by what he had just seen. Surprisingly instead of a scrunched up nose and a look of disgust the only thing meeting his vision was the sight of his guest openly smirking back at him.

“Wow…” Billy said in an awed tone. “Never thought I’d see that sort of thing.”

“I see it all too often.” Pj lamented shaking his head. “But at least this time he wasn’t dressed up in his pirate outfit this time.”

Billy’s ears perked up hearing that. “Pirates?”

“Don’t ask.” Pj sighed. “Just don’t.” 

Wanting to get upstairs before his dad finished whatever he was doing in the kitchen Pj continued to lead the way up the stairs and far, far away from the bawdy shenanigans that were happening on the first story of his home. Reaching the top of the steps Pj and Billy quickly padded their way through the short hallway on the second story and entered the former’s bedroom in silence. 

Upon entering Pj’s sleeping chambers Billy let out an appreciative hum at seeing the décor. “Cool room.” Going over to the bed he pushed the tutoring supplies over to the side and flopped down taking a seat. “Comfortable bed too. Course that‘s what Moose said.”

“Ah, thanks I guess.” Heat rising in his cheeks at once again hearing that Moose was telling stories Pj decided that he better move on before he completely passed out from blushing and clapped his hands together, getting down to business. “How do you want to begin?” He asked Billy. “I’d thought we’d start simple then really get into the hard stuff later.”

This seemed to be ok with Billy who grinned widely. “Sounds good to me.” He said sounding happy. “Where do you want me during?”

Puzzled as to why Billy would be asking him that sort of question Pj scratched his temple and tried his best to respond. “I guess your fine right there on the bed. I‘ve done it on the bed lots of times.” He said referring to studying. “But you could do it anywhere else you‘d like too.” 

Again Billy chuckled in response. “Heh-heh, naw, bed‘s fine. I like the way it bounces.”

Really starting to get confused now Pj decided to push aside whatever was going on and sat down next to his student on the bed, holding out his hand. “Alright, if we’re going to start, we better do it right.” He instructed. “Can I see that book you showed me again?”

Frowning Billy reached for his backpack and removed his math book from it. “You really think we need this to start?”

“Well… of course we do.” Pj said taking it. “How else are we supposed to do this thing?”

Leaning back against the headboard of the bed Billy spread his legs and hummed thoughtfully. “Well I‘d thought we start by you--”

“PEE-JAY!” Pete’s voice bellowed from outside of the bedroom. “Where da fuck you run off to boy!? I need ya in here ASAP!“ 

Knowing that whatever he was needed for couldn’t be good Pj took a deep breath and turned to Billy to excuse himself for a moment. His was unable to though, because just as he opened his mouth the bedroom door swung open with the force of a Mac truck, the thin wooden surface creaking on its hinges as a completely Pete D’caht stepped into the bedroom with a wicked smile on his face and an twelve inch bright pink dildo swung over his left shoulder like a caveman’s club.  

“There ya are! Come on, we gotta get you on film a’for we run out of time on da camera!” The middle-aged man announced like it was a dire problem. Being his usual rude self, Pete stomped his way across the room and grabbed Pj by the back of the shirt, pulling his son across the floor and back out into the hallway with him. 

“Now jus remember ta smile real big and moan real loud.” Pete instructed as they rushed down the hallway. “Gotta do yer best ta show’um how slutty ya are.”

“Wait dad! I don‘t understand what you’re talking about!” Pj shouted as he stumbled to keep himself upright. “I can’t go now anyway! Me and Billy just started studying!”

“Ferget ‘bout that brat there’s film history ta be made.” Pete said barely listening to what Pj was saying. “Bet they shell out an ex-tree two hundred when they see yer young, fat ass bouncing on screen!”

“ON SCREEN!” Pj yelped. 

Sudden realization about what his dad wanted him for hitting him, Pj frantically searched around the hallway in an attempt to find something, anything he could use to distract the older man long enough for him to make an escape. Only thing he saw unfortunately was a chortling Billy who was following after the two of them down the stairs and into the living room.

Coming to the center of his living room/S&M dungeon Pete finally let go of his son shirt and proceeded to position Pj in front of his camcorder. “Alright I think this’ll do.” He remarked once he was finished. “Now all we gotta do is get ya naked and lubed up real nice-like.” 

“Wait, I didn’t agree to anything!” Pj repeated his panic evident. The idea of being one of the stars in a porno wasn’t exactly something he had ever pictured himself doing. “I’ve got to tutor--humph!”

Growing tired of his son’s objections Pete quickly grabbed the back of Pj’s head and jammed his tongue down the younger man’s throat, dominating him in a way that drove the boy wild. As expected it only took a few moments of loud slurping for Pj to go limp in his arms, a muffled moan coming out which made Pete smirk against the lips he was ravaging.

Drawing away after a good minute of oral assault Pete smirked down into his son’s dopy face, an air of smugness about him that could curdle milk. “There! That oughta keep ya quiet.” Standing up straight the sinister man spun Pj around and placed him back into position. “Now that I got ya creamin’ in yer tighty-whities time ta strip down and show off dem dangly bits.”

Holding onto the last remnants to his will power Pj did his best to speak through the fuzziness permeating his mind. “But… but what about… about my tutoring session?” He asked weakly.

His last shred of patience flying out the window at the continued impertinence of his offspring Pete snapped his fingers and motioned for Mr. Wey to come over. Let’s see how the brat handled two men groping his chubby ass.

 “Get over here Two-tons!” He barked across the room. “I want ya ta take his fuckin’ pants off and suck’um dry! We’re wastin’ daylight here and I want my money shot b‘fore sundown.”

Complaining about being bossed around under his breath Gary lumbered over to the father and son and quickly dropped to his knees. “You better give me some of the money you degenerate.” He grumbled as he yanked down Pj’s shorts, underwear and all and began sucking on the boy’s half hard manhood as soon as it came into his view. 

His legs instantly turning to jelly the second his neighbor’s cavernous maw captured his stubby cock Pj lost balance and fell back against his dad’s body with a whimper. “Oh man… oh man…”

“Heh-heh not so eager ta go back upstairs now are ya.” Pete remarked mockingly while he pulled Pj’s shirt over his head. “Now… I’m gonna ask ya so you don’t bitch later…” Fluttering his eyes the heavyset man raised the pitch of his voice in a bad attempt to sound sweet. “…You wanna help your ever lovin’ daddy and make a nasty ass porno for the internet? It’ll make me really happy boy.”

That saccharin tone was all it took for Pj’s reluctance to crumble. “O-Ok dad I’ll do it.” He half moaned half groaned. “B-But you gotta promise to be real quick. I got something really important to do.”

“All take all da time I want brat.” Pete smirked evilly. “An da only thing you gotta do now is take what I give ya like my good little bitch. Heh-heh I’m goin’ ta fuck ya so stupid yer gonna be babblin’ all night long.”

Body heating up and cock throbbing in Mr. Wey’s mouth at the graphic thing just huffed into his ear Pj whimpered and fully gave into his father’s demands. After all why not? When his dad got like this there was no resisting the inevitable for too long. Only problem with his surrender was that he wouldn’t be able to do what he had promised Billy.

Peeking over to said man Pj made a nervous giggle when he saw him leaning against the room’s entryway watching the three of them in a similar way he had spied on him and Moose in the showers the other day. To Pj he looked really bored over there all alone. ‘I should really let him go home.‘ Pj thought as he stood there. ‘There’s no reason making him wait for a tutoring session that’s not going to happen tonight.’

Deciding to let the buffalo be on his way Pj tried to speak to him as he was manhandled from the front and behind. “Hey, um Billy? I… I’m really sorry but… AHHHH!” 

Faltering Pj moaned and braced himself on Mr. Wey’s shoulder as Pete worked his thick fingers between his ass cheeks, and prodded his still tender hole. “I…I guess we’ll have to study some other time Ok?” Pj continued once he had recovered. “Y-You can leave now.” 

Giving Pj one of his rare frowns Billy pushed himself off of the doorframe. “Guess that’s fine.” He hummed sadly. “Can we try again tomorrow though?”

“Tomorrow?” Pj repeated between whimpers. Yes, that would be prefect! With more time he could arrange for his dad to be long gone before Billy even showed up. “That’s great Billy! I’ll see you then.”

“Okay.” Heading back upstairs Billy left Pj and the two older men in the living room to go about their debacherous activities, his absence making Pj frown as he was pushed down onto the floor by his dad and Mr. Wey and bodily contorted so that they could have their way with him.

(I really messed up that day Mr. Diary. I mean, there I was supposed to be teaching Billy about differential equations and I go and get caught up in one of my dad’s crazy money making schemes. What was even worse was how disappointed Billy looked when he came back down the stairs and left. It was right then and there that I decided that I’d do a better job the next day and actually tutor Billy. Not just because of that bet with Tony I made but because I truly wanted to help him with his problem. I know me and him weren’t exactly friends and all but he was Moose’s best friend. I just had to do it!)

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Friday…

The sound of his locker door ringing in his ears as he shut it a sullen Pj sighed deeply and held his books close to his chest. Turning slowly he started padding his way towards his next class, his steps heavy and his sprits low as he strolled by the other students who barely paid attention to him as he passed.

(I don’t think I’ve ever been as down in the dumps as I was that week Mr. Diary. My usual happy smile which I’m told I have completely gone and replaced by a frown. Why was I like that you ask? Well, the reason why was because I recently learned that I sucked big time at being a tutor. Or at least that’s how I felt after my repeated failures. 

Four times… Billy had come over to my house four times and each and every time something happened that ruined our plans. I already told you about what happened on Monday. A day which while pleasant set the disappointing precedent for what the rest of the week. When Billy came to my house the next day things were actually looking really good. My dad and Bubba were there yeah, but thankfully they were completely distracted with some sort of ballgame playing on the TV. With them being preoccupied I figured for sure that I’d be able to sneak Billy up the stairs with no trouble at all. 

Of course that’s not how it turned out in the end. As soon as Billy caught wind of the game playing on my dad’s jumbo screen and wandered off into the living room the second my back was turned. After that there was no getting him to come back out so I ended up spending the rest of that evening serving all three of them beers and snacks as they cheered, cheered, cheered for the home team.

The next two days weren’t any batter either. On Wednesday dad forced me to go to Mr. Fraido’s and deliver some weird envelope and on Thursday I ended up having to make a special pirate themed sequel to my dad’s dirty movie that just had to be made after the success of the first one. 

By the time it got to Friday I really started thinking that I had to be the worse tutor in the whole history of tutoring. Because of my inability to say no when my dad asked me to do something Billy was no doubt going to fail math class that year. What made it all the more awful was that dumb bet I made with Tony. On top of letting down one of Moose’s friends I was also going to be humiliated In front of everyone when I came to his the party on Saturday dressed up as a Christmas elf.)

Delving deeper and deeper into his gloomy thoughts about his tutoring skills Pj trudged his way down the hallway to Mr. Brown’s history class, his mind so preoccupied that he was completely oblivious to his surroundings. 

Or at least he was until he suddenly and unexpectedly found himself grabbed from behind and then shoved face first into a row of lockers, a grunt of surprise coming out of him as any escape was blocked off when a pair of large dark furred hands slammed down on either side of his head and he found himself trapped between two thickly muscled arms. 

“Well, well look what I found!” A very, very familiar voice taunted from behind the imprisoned boy. “Old Fatty D’cahty! Heh, bet you didn’t think I’d get to you today did you?”

With his left cheek pressed up against the cold metal door under him Pj cautiously peeked over his shoulder and learned that his attacker was none other than the star of the Spoonerville High’s football team, Moose “the brick wall” Clancy. 

“M-Moose?” Pj asked, utterly bewildered. Why was the ape treating him like this all of the sudden? Did he do something wrong?”

“Yeah D’caht it’s me.” Moose replied back sinisterly. “And I’m not alone.” 

Glaring down at the squirming man under him Moose winked discreetly and nodded over to their right, Pj following his line of sight and seeing something that had him instantly understanding what was going on. 

“Please Moose not today!” Pj said with an overly dramatic whimper. “Can’t you just leave me alone for once you big bully?” 

Moose snorted and glanced over to three of his fellow jocks who were watching their exchange. “You hear that fellas? He thinks he can get out of our daily meeting.” He said over to them. “As if I’d miss pounding the hell outta your lardy ass D’caht.”

Wincing at his long time “bully‘s” choice of words Pj gave the older boy a pleading look. “But, but…”

“No butts, unless it involves me kicking yours!” Not one to make idle threats Moose grabbed his soon to be victim by the back of his shirt and pulled Pj over to a nearby boy’s bathroom. “Kennings, Robertson! You two wanna keep look out for me while I teach this loser a lesson?”

One of the jocks, a stout boar with no neck snickered and peered over to his other companions. “Anything you want Moose.” He said. “But you got to promise to tell us what you did to him afterwards.”

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure and give you all the gory details.” Shoving Pj through the doorway ahead of him Moose turned back to his entourage one more time and gave them an exaggerated wink. “Just remember guys: don’t come in while I’m handling blubber boy. I prefer what I’m doing to be between him and me.”

Smiling ominously as the trio behind him broke out into uproarious laughter at the idea of him beating on a nerd Moose triumphantly went through the bathroom door and made sire to close it behind him. Spotting Pj standing a few feet from him the gorilla quickly did a quick scan of the room and quickly closed the distance between them so he could grab the younger boy by the front of his shirt and pull him close. 

Only, instead of Moose pummeling his poor prey into the ground like the three lugheads outside thought he was going to do the “vicious” bully leaned forward and crashed his lips against Pj’s in a passionate kiss that had the ape growling possessively in a matter of moments.

Smiling as Moose continued to make out with him Pj raised his arms and wrapped them around the primate’s thick neck, his once dour mood lifting a little at the small act of intimacy being shown. It was only after several heated minutes of lip locking that he pulled away to smile up at his boyfriend in amusement.

“I can’t believe you actually said you wanted to pound my lardy butt in front of them!” Pj snickered.

“Um, I believe I said “ass” Fatty not “butt“.” Moose corrected smugly. Sliding his hands down Pj’s back the older man coped a quick feel that elicited a small yelp. “And like you were any better.” Raising the pitch of his voice a little Moose tried to mimic Pj. “Can’t you just leave me alone for once you big bully!” He quoted badly. 

Pj pretended to be offended at the mockery. “I’ll have you know I’m a fine actor.” 

“Oh don’t I know that. Mr. D sent me a link to that thing the two of you made with that hippo guy.” Smugly wagging his eyebrows when Pj’s face turned red the gorilla continued. “You know maybe next time I could costar with you.”

“Trust me, that’s not something you’d want.” Pj sighed. “I’m starting to get really weird fan mail from inmates.” 

Stepping away Moose regarded his lover thoughtfully. “Humm… that gives me an idea.” He said brightly. “We could do a prison scene. Me, your dad, and Bubba could all dress up as guards and handcuff you naked to a--”

“Knock it off!” Pj giggled. Why was it whenever he talked to the ape he felt better. Even when he was as sad as he had been all morning. “Your really are starting to get as bad as my dad.”

“Hey I’m not as bad as Mr. D is.” Moose insisted. “I just know what I like and can talk you into it.”

At that Pj’s mood dipped once again. Him getting talked into things is why he was failing to tutor Billy. Seeing his chubby companion face drop at his words Moose leaned down so he could look into Pj’s eyes. “What’s wrong babe? Forget your lunch or something.”

“No, nothing as serious as that.” Pj said. Pursing his lips together the down in the dumps feline debated if he should tell Moose the reason for his mood. He didn’t want to burden him with his problems after all. At seeing the genuine concern on Moose’s face however he instantly caved and spilled the beans. He just couldn’t lie to that man.

“It’s the tutoring thing with Billy.” Pj admitted with a tired huff. “We’ve tried studying together four straight days in a row and every time he comes over something happens to ruin it before we can ever get started. 

Shaking his head in sympathy at what Pj had just told him Moose closed his eyes and made the decision to tell his boyfriend something about his eager student. “Okay, listen Pj I promised not to say anything until Saturday about this but Billy doesn’t really--”

“--Hey Moose!” Interrupting before Moose could finish whatever he was about to say the bathroom door suddenly opened up a crack as the voice of one of the jocks who had been keeping guard filtered in. “I know you said not to bother you but next period is about to start.” Whoever it was continued. “You know what happens when old Tarny catches you tardy for a class.”

Fearing that he’d be late for his next class himself Pj quickly lifted his bulk up on his tiptoes and gave Moose a quick peck on the lips. “Thank for listening but I really don’t want to be marked absent.” He said as quietly as he could. Playing his part of tormented nerd again Pj put on his best scared face and hastily stepped around the taller man, rushing past him and the bullies standing outside of the bathroom before the older man could stop him. 

Following after Pj as he left Moose frowned to himself and stepped out in the hallway just in time to watch he boyfriend’s back disappear around a corner. ‘Damn it! Why couldn’t those idiots wait a few more minutes!?’ He fumed silently as his teammates congratulated him for scaring the nerd. ‘I’m really going to have to talk to Tony about letting him out of this stupid bet.’

Elsewhere, a now worried and sweating Pj jogged his way down the hall, heading towards his next class. As hurried on his way he once again thought about how he had failed to help Billy and how he was going to be attending the party on Saturday as a mythical creature. If only he could find a way to make sure they’d be able to study tonight. But no matter how he tried to think of something nothing came to mind.

It was right then that the troubled young man spotted something that might help him with his little problem. Or someone more accurately. Like he always did Mr. Brown was busy greeting his students as they filed into his classroom for his daily lesson, the brown furred bear all smiles and complementary words which most of the students ignored. 

Thinking about it Pj had heard that the older man had tutored students many, many times before. It was actually something he was well known for. Maybe if he asked him nice enough Mr. Brown would give him some advice that would help.

“Here goes nothing.” Pj hummed. Determination crossing his face he stepped up behind his favorite teacher and coughed quietly in an attempt to gain his attention.

Hearing the noise behind him Orson turned towards the source of the disruption. Seeing it had been Pj who made the sound the rotund intellectual smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgment. “Why, salutations Peter.” He said. “Are you ready for another enlightening hour of education? We will be covering the renaissance today so it should be a smashing good time.”

“I sure am Mr. Brown…” When the bear opened his mouth to object to the use of his formal title Pj smothered a giggle and corrected himself. “…I mean Orson.” He added. “But… there something I’d like to ask your advice about too. Would you mind if we have a small talk after class today?”

The corner of Orson’s lips quirked upwards hearing that. “Why of course Peter.” He said excitedly. “I would like nothing better than allow you to take full advantage of my ever expanding educational endowment.”

(Really… what was it with people and bad puns that day Mr. Diary?)

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After History Class…

“Well Peter that certainly is quite the predicament you have there.” Mr. Brown said thoughtfully after having heard Pj’s entire story. “But lucky for you I believe I have just the thing to solve you woes.”

From his position behind the bear Pj slowed down in his thrusting to smile down at his teacher’s bare back. He just knew Mr. Brown would have the answer to his problem. “Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes, of course.” Orson chuckled fondly. 

Desperately wanting Pj to resume his gyrations the portly ursine ground back against him in silent encouragement. It was shameless he knew it, but Orson had long ago learned to revel in what he did with his cherished friend. 

That’s not to say he didn’t find the whole situation a little odd. It was still very hard to imagine a man of his ilk willingly and very happily bending over his own desk with pants down around his ankles while one of his students took him enthusiastically took him from behind. Why, if his old history professor from collage saw him now he would faint at the very notions.  

His humorous thoughts of old teachers going to the back of his mind Orson gritted his teeth as Pj took his hint and started to move inside him again and did his best to pass on the idea he had come up with. “When it comes to studying Peter one must take into consideration location, location, location.” He instructed. “Quite similar to real-estate in that regard. If you find you own domicile unacceptable for you needs then you must find somewhere else. Might I suggest trying William’s home?

Pj had never thought about that. If they were at Billy’s then his dad wouldn’t be able to distract them. “That’s a really good idea Mr. Brown.” Wanting to show the older man how pleased he was the thickset boy sped up his momentum, the sharp increase in speed making Orson moan lightly in pleasure as the desk under them began to squeak. 

“Oh my Peter! You dear, dear boy!!” Orson exclaimed with a deep groan. Wantonly the dignified man spread his legs further apart and ground against the rod invading his body. “This certainly is something new! I do not think you have ever been this… this… proactive in our previous rendezvous!”

Pj giggled at the praise being showered on him and leaned down to kiss his Brown’s lower back. “What can I say Mr. Brown?” He began as his hand slipped down under them to grip the bear’s cock. “Something happened to me during vacation that changed my mind a little.”

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Bubba’s car, after school…

“So you mind telling me where exactly I’m driving you to cher?” Bubba questioned slyly as he drove down one of the many Spoonerville suburban streets. “Cause I’m sure as spit that this ain’t your normal bebs maison. You wouldn’t be having yourself a little Andouille on the side, would you?”

Baffled yet again by something his older friend had said Pj turned to the coverall clad gator and raised an eyebrow. “What’s Andouille mean?”

His vision never leaving the road, Bubba reached across the cabin of his trusty pick-up and tapped the younger man‘s lips. “It’s a kind of spicy sausage petit.” He smirked. “As in something tasty an meaty you stuff into your craw.”

Blushing at the implication in the southern man’s definition Pj rolled his eyes and went back to staring out of the front windshield with a haughty huff. Why did Bubba take joy and making him red in the face at the most inappropriate times? In fact if Pj didn’t know any better he’d swear that the mechanic couldn’t help himself anymore.

“Bubba, Moose knows I’m here. He‘s the one who gave me the address over the phone.” Pj explained as he fought the heat in his chubby cheeks. “Besides you know he likes that I fool around with other guys. It’s really weird I know but it works for us.”

“I know cher and I gotta tell you that makes him one hellava keeper in my book.” Bubba said with a faraway grin. “Almost makes this old car repair jockey wish he had someone ta snuggle with at night.”

“What about my dad?” Pj wondered. If the reptile wanted to play teasing games then he might as well take his turn. “Though, I don’t even think he knows how to snuggle right way.”

Turning his focus over to his passenger Bubba pretended to be insulted by his audacity for a few moments. Then with a snicker he broke out into a full on belly laugh and patted Pj’s leg. The boy really was starting to get a mouth on him which he was all for. Let Pj get one up on his father for once and see what Pete did in response. 

“We’ll have ta see bout that cher.” Bubba said after a few moments “But for now how’s about you concentrate on what you made me drive you all the way out here for, hey?”

Coming to a full stop in front of a large and expensive house Bubba quickly shifted his truck into park and gave Pj a suggestive look. “Now don’t go having too much fun in there petite.” He instructed in a parental manner. “Your daddy and me expect you home for your nightly fuckin by eight ya’know.”

Groaning at the dirtiness of that little statement Pj quickly opened the passenger seat door and slid out. “I’m only here to study nothing else.” He insisted as his feet touched down on the sidewalk. “It’s not like every time I go somewhere new I end up having sex.”

“Says the boy who ends up on his back with a man on top of him more than a professional wrestler cher.” Bubba pointed out chuckling. 

Choosing to pointedly ignore that very true fact Pj gathered his book bag and carefully closed the door to the truck behind him. “See you later, okay Bubba?” He said quietly over his shoulder.

“Alright petit.” Bubba said relenting in his joking. “But I still say your gonna have more fun here then you expect.” Starting his vehicle up again the mechanic waved to his young friend and quickly took off with a smug smile.

Left in the dust as he watched the alligator drive off Pj shook his head chuckling at the very notion of something going on that night. As if any funny business was going to be going on when there was studying to be done. Nope, only ting that was going to go on that night was teaching Billy how to solve advance math equations. Something which Pj was confident he would be able to do now that he was far, far away from his dad and his lewdness. 

Confidence bolstered at that thought Pj turned towards to what was apparently Billy’s home and made his way up the cobblestone walkway leading to the front door. He had to make a good impression when he knocked on that door ahead of him. The reason being that he’d most likely be confronted not by Billy himself but by the older boy’s dad.

From what Moose had told him about his best friend’s family Billy’s dad was an older man, older than Pj’s own father and spent his time mostly at home. The gorilla had also told Pj that the elder Hedstrung was really something to behold. Yet when Pj had asked him hadn’t elaborated any further, the only hint that it must be something good being the snickering expression on the simian’s face.  

‘Humm… I bet Billy’s dad is some sort of rough and tough biker or something.’ Pj silently mused to himself as he padded up the small stoop in front of the Hedstrung homestead. ‘O-Or maybe he’s a retired construction worker or body builder with huge muscles and everything.’ 

Wiping his chin when he began to drool, Pj quickly rang the doorbell and waited with bated breath as the sounds of someone inside the house reached his pointed ears. His hopes high the fidgeting boy felt his heart rate speed up as a large horned silhouette appeared through the tinted glass, a shadow which grew with each step its owner took until it stopped suddenly and the thin wooden barrier pulled back to reveal who was standing behind. 

‘Here he is!’ Pj said excitedly to himself. 

His eyes going upwards as the door opened Pj expected to find his vision landing on the spitting image of his roughneck fantasies come to life. However, instead of some brute what he saw when he craned his neck back was nothing more than empty air. It wasn’t until Pj lowered both his expatiations and eyesight that he came face to face to the person who had responded to his presence, the form of his greeter being a thin, bespectacled buffalo with graying hair who was clad in a cobalt colored smoking jacket, a pair of baggy pajama bottoms, and fuzzy blue hued slippers. 

“Mr. Hedstrung?” Pj said not sure if he had the right house. This couldn‘t possibly be Billy‘s dad. This person appeared more the part of college professor then what he had been expecting. 

Removing the pipe from his mouth the old man gave him a stern look. “It’s actually Professor Hedstrung young man. Professor Perry Philmore Hedstrung to be more precise” He said with only the slightest hint of a raspy English accent. “Now, may I ask who you happen to be and why you’re at my door?” 

Feeling a little intimidated by the authoritative tone the other man was using to address him Pj meekly dipped his head in apology. “I’m Pj D’caht Mr.-- a-ah I mean Professor Hedstrung.” The stout boy replied stiffly. “I’m here-here to see Billy if he’s home. He-he should be expecting me.”

Leaning forward and adjusting his glasses Billy’s dad squinted his eyes and looked Pj up and down several times. It was only when Pj began wondering if he should forget about trying to study that night that the older man back away with a grin on his face that was frighteningly similar to the one Billy often sported. 

“Ah, yes Billy told me and his mother that he was expecting someone to come over tonight.” The professor remarked. “Though I had expected his visitor to be one of his chums from the foots-balls team. He often invites them over to watch that ghastly sport.”

Not entirely sure how the Professor had deduced that he wasn’t part of the team Pj awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “No sir I’m not a Spoonerville Weasel like Billy is. I’m actually here study with your son.”

Perry‘s eyes twitched. “Study? Well, that’s a surprise!” Stepping to the side the elderly man beckoned Pj to step in out of the evening air. “Well if that’s the case lad, Come in, come in.” He commanded gently. “I’m sure my son will be coming downstairs to fetch you soon.” 

Taking the invitation to come inside of the Hedstrung’s home Pj quickly wiped his feet off on the welcome mate and moved forward, passing by Professor Hedstrung with a nervous hum. His eyes adjusting to the bright interior of the space beyond the threshold Pj couldn’t help the small awed gasp that left his mouth when he fully took in what was in front of him. 

From what he had seen of both Moose’s and Tony’s homes Pj had reasoned Billy’s would be similar to theirs. Just typical American households that were plainly decorated with normal furniture and accessories. But what he found around him was the furthest thing imaginable. 

Everywhere there were expensive knickknacks littering the shelves and walls, the items strange and obviously worth small fortunes. Almost like in a museum. Then there was the furniture. Lush and well-made items that Pj had only ever seen before in catalogs and top of the line stores. Even the carpet beneath their feet was imported. It almost made Pj feel guilty to be standing on it.

But by far the most unexpected thing he was seeing had to be the three dozen or so framed diplomas, awards, and other official documents on the far wall. Each of them bearing the names of either Professor Hedstrung or who Pj could only assume was his wife.”

Pj was so taken by what he was observing that he startled when Billy’s dad suddenly shouted behind him. “BILLY! COULD YOU COME DOWN HERE FOR A MOMENT SON?” Turning back to his portly guest after calling for his son the professor went over to his guest and patted him lightly on the shoulder. “There, I’m sure Billy will be down in a few moments. I hope you don’t mind waiting though, it often takes him a bit to make his way all the way downstairs.”

“O-Oh that’s okay sir.” Pj said drawing his eyes away from wall he had been looking at. “Waiting gives me a chance to look around at your...”

Chuckling Perry turned his vision towards his pride and joy. “Ah yes I’ve it is quite the impressive collection isn’t it?” He said. “And from your slack jawed expression I’m assuming Billy hasn’t been exactly forthright about mine or my wives professions has he?”

Reluctantly drawing his attention away from the papers lining the walls Pj turned to the older man with an increasingly perplexed expression. “Professions?”

“Yes, I was one of the tenured professors at the Calisota state collage nearby and my dear wife still works within its hallowed halls.” Billy’s dad answered. “Quite a lustrous position but also a tiring one too. One of reasons I opted to spend my waning years at home writing instead of lecturing. But there are times when I do miss the busy atmosphere of my teaching day. In fact just the other day I was telling my wife that--”

Interrupting before the professor could continue on with whatever long winded story he was about to tell Billy’s deep baritone drifted in from their pair’s right. “Hey dad did you call my name or something?” 

His head popping into the room from the side of a nearby doorway Billy scanned the room and spotted Pj and his dad standing a short distance away. “Oh, guess you did.” He murmured as he fully came into sight. “Didn’t think you’d be here yet little man. Sorry if I made you wait”

Relieved that he had been saved from what was undoubtedly going to be a long and boring story Pj shot an eternally thankful look towards his savior as he approached. “Don’t worry about it Billy. I didn’t mind.” He said kindly. “In fact it gave me the opportunity to have an interesting conversation with your dad. 

Approaching the two other men Billy snorted lightly and shifted his eyes back and forth between his dad and Pj a few times. “Heh, I bet you did.” He chuckled knowingly.  

With his son now handling their short guest Professor Hedstrung patted his son on the shoulder and started making his way over to another doorway on the other side of the room. “Well, if your gentlemen will excuse me I think it’s time I got back to my glass of wine and bestseller.” He laughed. “Be sure to keep it down while you’re studying away.”

Huffing out a laugh at the small joke the older man made Pj decided to play along and nodded. “Don’t worry sir I’m sure we’ll be able to keep the racket down. Isn’t that right Billy?”

“Maybe.” Billy shrugged casually. “You have fun too dad. Don’t drink too much again. I don‘t feel like carrying you upstairs tonight.”

“That happened once my boy and that was on New Year’s Eve.” The professor sniffed as he exited the foyer and disappeared deeper into the house. “Imagine that blasted Dean Grambay thinking he could drink me under the table. BAH!

Waiting until his father had left the room and was out of hearing range Billy chuckled again and gave Pj what he thought was a gentle punch in the arm. “Think you made dad‘s day when you said he was interesting.” He said jokingly. “Sorry he bored you though. I know how he likes to talk a lot.”

“Sort of the opposite problem you have, huh?” Pj remarked as he rubbed the forming bruise on his bicep. 

Slapping his forehead the very instant he went over what he had said Pj winched at his stupidity and peered up hoping that Billy wasn’t to insulted by his words. Again he was surprised when he saw him amusingly staring back down at him. “Guess you’re right. I should talk more.”

A small smile on his face as Pj sputtered at his statement Billy turned around and padded his way over to the archway he had gone through minutes ago. “Come one.” He said over his shoulder. “Let’s go up to my room. You know where it’s private.”

Giving the diplomas on the wall one last look Pj secured the straps of his backpack and quickly padded after Billy as the horned boy led him through another equally amazing room filled with tribal masks and spear and then up a flight of stairs. 

As they walked in silence Pj began to wonder why Billy was so into sports if his parents were all about academia. You’d think he’d be a bookworm or something of that sort. Guess there was some truth to kids not always ending up like their parents. Something which when he thought about it Pj truly hoped was true. He didn’t think the world could survive having to men exactly like Pete D’caht running around. Not that it wouldn’t be fun in some respects.

Drawing out of his musings about what it might be like to be as depraved and pushy as his dad was Pj gazed ahead and observed as Billy slipped into a room up ahead, the older boy quickly sticking his upper half back into the hallway again so he could motion for his guest to hurry and join him.

Hurrying to join his large tutee Pj crossed the short distance between them and went through the open door past the buffalo into whatever room they were going to spend the evening in. Stepping into what could only be Billy’s bedroom Pj suddenly found himself having to suppress a giggle at what he was seeing. Unlike the rest of his house the small space had a more of a frat boy‘s dorm room feel to it. Sports posters and pin-up on the walls and dirty clothes and jockstraps on the floor replacing the snooty bric-a-brac that the older residents were fond of. 

“Humm… cool room.” Pj said, his words mimicking Billy‘s own assessment of his room days ago. “Did you decorate it all by yourself?”

“Had to. Mom wanted to put the Rembrandts in here.” Billy said with a snort. Heading over to a large beanbag chair on the floor the large man flopped down onto it and motioned for Pj to follow his lead which the younger man did after he found a clean enough spot. 

Both of them seated the buffalo leaned back and spread his legs apart, a grin a grin forming on his face as he peered over at his guest. “So, you wanna start now?” He asked. “I know I’m ready.”

Reminded of the reason for his visit to the Hedstrung’s homestead Pj stood up so he could remove his backpack and began to unpack the supplies he had brought with him as Billy watched with a scratch to his head. Finishing after several minutes of unloading Pj hummed, pleased with himself and sat down again with a pen and notebook in hand. “Alright, now that I’m all set up we should start this by you telling me where you’re having the hardest time.”

Brows knitting at the question posed to him Billy looked up at Pj with a lost expression on his shaggy face. Then suddenly he brightened and chuckled. “Oh, I get it!” He announced excitedly. “Heh-heh going the whole ten yards neat. Okay, I’m… I’m um, having trouble with subtraction, division, and hard addition. You wanna show me how Mr. Teacher man.”

Sorting through the jumble of sentences and odd statements Billy just made Pj tried his best to figure out what one earth the he was talking about. Simple things like division and subtraction were things grade school kids had trouble with not high schooler’s about to graduate. Maybe he was nervous about telling him the real problem. If that was the case then Pj had to get him past it as soon as possible so they could truly study.

Taking a deep breath Pj went to prod his student for the real reason he had asked for help. “Billy… come on I know that can’t be what you need me here for.” He began gently. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. Now really tell me what’s the problem.” 

“That is the problem.” Snickering Billy leaned back further in his seat and spread his legs apart. “I’m having trouble learning how to subtract someone’s pants and then dividing their legs for my long addition.”

It took Pj precisely four seconds to figure out the dirtiness of the pun Billy had just made, his face turning as red as a tomato as he turned away to look and an interesting little league trophy on a shelf. “That’s a filthy joke Billy.” He chided gently with a pout.

His mood sobering when he heard the hurt in Pj’s voice Billy sat up properly to give the cat a curious look. “I ain’t making fun of you.” He explained. “I was just playing along. Don’t you know how to do this right?”

At Billy’s blunt question Pj felt his bottom lip wobble. Was he really doing that bad? Looking over to his tutee and thinking about all his failures he deduced that yes he was. “I’m so sorry.” Pj said quietly as he stood. “What was I thinking agreeing to tutor someone? I don’t even think I could teach anyone anything if my life depended on it.”

Rising to his feet Billy walked up to the upset boy and tapped the top of his head to get his attention. When Pj looked up at him the bovine sent him a perplexed look in return. “Wait… are you actually trying to tutor me?” He asked. “Like for real?”

“Of course that’s what I‘m doing!” Pj shouted, his hands waving around erratically. “That’s what you said you wanted back on Monday, remember!?” 

“Oh… oh damn.” Starting to fidget again like he had the day this whole mess had begun Billy appeared to be internally going over something in his head. After a long period of this he sighed and looked suddenly contrite. “I didn’t mean that.” He explained. “I wanted a special favor like you do with Moose. You know sex stuff.”

Pj nearly tumbled over in shock hearing that. Billy wanted to fool around not study together? “Ok…” Pinching the bridge of his nose Pj waited a moment before he continued. “…So if you weren’t asking me to help you study then why did you bring up tutoring at all? You could have just dragged me off like everyone else does”

“I know but I wanted to try something.” Billy simply replied. “Here let me show ya.”

Getting down onto all fours before Pj could stop him the shaggy jock crawled over to his bed and began searching for something underneath. After rummaging around a bit he managed to pull out a small shoebox that had seen better days with the words “Keep out” written on it in bright red letters. Opening it he took out a stack of three or four DVDs and handed the first one over to Pj.

Hesitantly taking the plastic case out of the other boy’s large hands Pj peered down at the cover and almost dropped it. On the front of the box was an explicit picture of a rather attractive woman wearing nothing but a pair of high heels and glasses who was in the middle of spanking a muscle bound thirty-something who was dressed up like in the same 1950‘s outfit Billy had been wearing whenever he showed up to study at his house. But the most outrageous thing about the dirty movie was the title, “The Naughtiest Tutor.”. Those three simple words finally completing the puzzle of what was going on.”

“Wanted to act out a scene in this movie.” Billy continued to say. “Asked a few girls to help but they said no. Never thought I’d get a chance to do it until I heard you and Moose in the showers.”

“And you really thought I’d agree to… to role-playing with you?” Pj asked. Sure he hadn’t had many conversations with Billy but he didn’t think he had ever given him the impression that he did that sort of thing. 

“Yup.” Billy confirmed. “You like doing things for people. You said so yourself. ‘Sides, Moose told me about the ice cream man game you play with him.”

“Moose…” Pj growled in irritation. Why did he have to go tell his friends about their “Sunday Special.”? Later, when all this was settled him and the gorilla were going to have a long talk about his loose lips. That or Pj was going to find some way to convince his boyfriend that it was wiser to keep quiet about their private time.

Filing that idea away for later Pj sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands, relief flooding through his mind. Here he had been worrying all week and he didn’t even have to. It was almost funny. The forming humor he found in the situation instantly dried up however when Pj suddenly recalled the second thing he had been concerned about. Since he wasn’t going to be teaching Billy about math at all that meant Tony had tricked him into agreeing to a bet he had no way of winning!

Eyes wide Pj turned towards Billy with a look of desperation. “Oh man. What am I going to do about Tony?” He groaned. “He’s gonna win that dumb bet and make me dress up and then I’m--”

Taking his panicking guest by the shoulders Billy gave him a quick shake trying to calm him. “Don’t worry.” He told him. “You can still teach me something”

His head spinning from the jostling he just received Pj blearily peered up the other boy. “I-I Am?” When Billy nodded and aimed his goofy grin his way the cat instantly understood what was going on. “That’s why Moose let me agree to the bet after he told me not to do it. That stinker knew you didn’t want me to tutor you and didn‘t say a thing!”

“He wanted to tell you, but I made him promise not to tell.” Billy revealed smugly. Heading over to his bed the muscled man sat down on it and patted the spot next to him. “Figured that you deserved to get back and Tony. He’s always so mean to you.”

Going over to sit next to Billy Pj nodded in agreement. “Yeah he is…” He sighed. “But why do you care? It’s my problem.”

“Care cause your Moose’s guy.” Billy said like it was obvious. “He’s my best friend and since he’s your boyfriend or whatever that makes you my friend too.”

Surprised that Billy had just proclaimed them friends Pj glanced over to the other man with a small gasp. “It can’t possibly be that simple.” He said voicing his thoughts out loud.

Billy shrugged. “Why’s it gotta be hard?” He hummed. “You’re good for him so I like you.” Spreading his legs apart the jock reached down and patted his bulge. “Now, you wanna start winning the bet or not? Cause if you do then come on little man. Teach me something about fucking I don‘t know.”

Rolling his eyes at how Billy could go from pseudo philosophically mature to horny teenager in a matter of seconds Pj seriously debated if he should be angry to not at his friends. Because of their game he had been pulling his hair out all week. In the end thought he decided to pardon the duo. But, honestly the biggest factor in that was the sight of Billy unzipping the fly of his jeans and pulling his cock out for him to droll over. How on earth anyone was supposed to walk away from that piece of equipment Pj would never know. 

“Alright I’ll teach you something.” Pj said stepping closer to the seated man. “But you better be a good student.”

Billy chuckled. “Okay, I will Mr. D’caht.” He said. Leaning back and supporting himself on his elbows the eager jock waited patiently as Pj slid off of the bed and got into position between his legs. “So, what you doing?” The bison asked starting their scene. “Go slow, I need to learn ya‘know.”

Put on the spot like that Pj willed himself to play along. He had had sex more times than he could count but for some reason the idea of explaining everything made him feel like a virgin all over again. 

“I… I, ah I’m going to stroke you a bit first.” Pj informed very stiffly. Reaching out he wrapped his hand around the throbbing shaft in front of him, the heat and lewdness of the act making his cheeks heat up as he tightened his grip. “See… I-if you stroke it just the right way it feels really good.”

A deep growl coming from deep within his throat Billy laid there as he was given a hand job. This was always fun for him, being touched. “Keep going…” He said encouraging Pj to lecture him. “How tight it have’ta be?”

“Not too tight.” Pj smiled. “You got to be able to slid you hand up and down like this.” Moving slowly and deliberately the chubby boy began to move his hand up and down the length of Billy’s shaft, each inch passing through his clenched hand as the pillar of meat fattened and grew larger. “See… you’re getting all hard now… how’s it feel.”

“Good.” Billy said with a please huff. “Bet it could feel better though.”

“It can.” Lowering his head Pj skillfully dragged his tongue across the plump head of Billy’s cock, the slippery organ tracing around the rim a few times before it traversed up and down the slit at the crest. “See, you can use your tongue too.”

His eyes closing tightly and his breath growing short at the actions of his smaller companion Billy bit his bottom lip and continued on with their game. “What about the rest of your mouth?” He asked playing dumb. “Heard you can suck on a dick too.”

“Why yes you can Billy.” Pj giggled. “Let me show you how.” 

Opening his mouth wide Pj slowly went down on his student in one go, inch after inch passing his lips until his nose came into contact with the wild bush at the rod’s base. Making sure not to choke he then began to suck on Billy with all his might, his vast well of experience at giving blow jobs aiding him tremendously in his attempt to please the horned man with all his muster.

His toes curling as Pj bobbed up and down on his did Billy reached down and grabbed the back of his tutor’s head, guiding him in his efforts and mumbling for him to suck harder, swallow deeper. “Fuck Moose was right! You suck real good! Just keep--” 

Catching himself Billy scolded himself for breaking their scene and quickly slipped back into the role of student he was supposed to be playing. “I-I mean I-I see what you mean Mr. D’caht.” He said copying the porn star in his movie. “You can use your mouth.”

Pj had to smile around the heated flesh in his mouth at Billy insistence at continuing their role-playing even as he was suckled on. In all the time he had known the hulking man he had never imagined that he’d be into this sort of thing. It was kind of cute. And once again Pj snapped at himself for thinking that. Billy was more sexy than anything. Especially with the way he was thrusting up into his mouth. 

‘Sill I wonder if he’d still be able to keep it up if I start playing dirty.’ Lifting his left hand Pj reached up and took hold of Billy’s balls, the two large hidden balls filling his palm as he squeezed and tugged at them.
Pj knew from personal experience that some men liked it when he did this. Drove them nuts if you pardon the pun.

Rushing to cover his mouth with his forearm Billy quickly muffled the moan that escaped out of him when Pj began groping his nuts. He might have been straight a straight bison--well mostly straight since he was with a guy right now-- but Billy couldn’t deny that gay guys really knew how to take care of a man down there. It felt so good that it almost made him wish that he liked men the same way Pj and Moose did. He could get use fucking ass if he got this sort of attention. 

Continuing on like this for nearly ten minutes both Pj and Billy enjoyed their shared experience. Pj happily humming as he sucked on Billy’s manhood as the buffalo did his best to keep his voice down and resist cumming from the expertise being shown to his privates.

It was only when this struggle became too great, his hips thrusting upwards shallowly as he grunted like a wounded beast that Billy reluctantly pushed Pj off of his manhood, the younger man sitting back on his haunches watching as the buffalo sat up and loomed over him. 

“Fuck you’re like a vacuum.” Billy stated in-between breaths. “Thought I was gonna shoot there.”

“Don’t worry wouldn‘t have let you.” Pj said wiping his chin. Blinking in surprise at his own words the feline blushed and looked away. “So what else do you want me to teach you?”

Eyes going down to the DVD he had shown his guest earlier Billy thought over all the things he had watched the actors do. When one thing came to mind--something he’d never ask a girl to do--he grinned. “There is one thing I wanna try.” He admitted bashfully. “The chick in the movie rimmed the guy a little. Can you do that?”

Pj answered the oddly timid question by placing his hand on Billy’s stomach and gently pushing the older boy back onto the bed so he could start unbuckling his belt. “Sure I can do it.” He said while getting into place. “But you’re going to have to take your pants off and hold your legs for me while I do it.”

“Sure!” Billy excitedly agreed. This was always something he wanted to try! Pushing Pj’s hands away the jock made short work of his jeans and jockstrap, the clothes falling to the ground as he hiked his legs up and held them in place in the air like Pj had requested. It was odd; he had never been in this position before. Usually he was the one requesting his partner to do it. 

The unfamiliar feeling waned considerably however when Billy felt Pj start to work his fingers into his crack, spreading and exposing a tender area which no one had seen before. It was weird but it felt a little good too. And that “good” feeling only got better when he felt Pj bent down and slid his tongue slide over his pucker, a soft exploratory lick which soon turned into two licks, then three, then four, then five, then six.

By the time Billy could no longer keep count--his mind growing too fuzzy for the task--Pj was going wild on his hole. The once gentle lapping evolving into a frenzy of slurping as he ate out the sensitive virgin hole of his friend with the zeal of a man possessed. 

For his part Billy reacted to this wild behavior with just as much enthusiasm as the man with his face in his ass, a long drawn out groan drifting into the air as he mindlessly ground back against the slippery invader pleasuring him. No wonder that dude in the movie was so happy!

Enjoying the moans and appreciative huffs and moans above him Pj repeatedly rammed his probing tongue as far as he could into Billy’s unprotected back entrance, the taste and heat only driving him on as he rubbed his own unattended erection through his pants. He really wished that he had undressed before he began rimming Billy out like this. It was annoying being unable to touch yourself at times like this.

Luckily for Pj, Billy seemed to read his mind that very moment and gasp out a throaty command. “Can‘t take it no more.” He huffed heatedly. “Gotta fuck you!” 

Suddenly letting go of his legs, Pj having to hop back and fall on his ample bottom from the unexpected movement, Billy lurched up into a sitting position again and reached for the bottom of Pj’s shirt. Without asking the strong man pulled off the flimsy piece of fabric, revealing Pj’s pudgy upper torso to his eyes.

“Really like your tits.” Billy remarked as he put his hands under Pj’s armpits and forced him to his feet. As soon as the dark furred boy was standing the buffalo went to work on the body part he had admired, squeezing and kneading the mounds of flesh like he would one of his dates. 

Standing there, shirtless and horny Pj allowed the seated man to do as he pleased though he really didn’t get it. That quickly changed though when Billy pulled him closer however, the other teen’s lips and teeth sucking and on the sensitive nipple on his left pec in a way that felt like pure heaven.

“Oh… wow… oh man that feels… feels… incredible!” Pj managed to stammer out.

Giving a noncommittal grunt Billy continued to do what he did best, his oral assault on Pj’s left breast his complete focus. As the minutes ticked by with fevered huffs and soft moans above him, the bison decided that they better get back to their lesson and reached around Pj’s bulk so he could cup the younger man’s doughy clothed bottom.

 “Hold on.” He instructed as he licked his way over to the feline’s other tit. Standing Billy let out a grunt as he used the tremendous strength he had honed during football practices to easily lift the other boy off of the ground enough to spin the two of them around, Pj’s eyes going wide as they twirled and he was shockingly deposited onto the top of Billy’s bed with no warning.

“I keep forgetting how strong you are.” Pj giggled as he looked up to the other man hovering over him. “Why you stop playing with my chest though. I sorta liked it.”

“Don‘t worry. I’ll get back to them.” Billy said, a grin bright as the sun appearing on his shaggy face. “Gotta move onto the next thing though. Wanna learn how to finger ass.” Large hands going to the top of Pj’s waistband the bison pulled the last two remaining shreds of clothing off of the couchant boy’s weighty form, the of shorts and cum stained tighty-whities joining Billy’s own clothing on the bedroom floor.

His companion now bared to his hair covered eyes Billy peered down at the naked body in front of him and chuckled. “So how do I get you ready?” He asked. In the few times him and Pj had fucked around in the past Billy had always gotten sloppy seconds after Moose so he had never prepared him.

Lifting his head off of the covers as he thought over the question, two options on how to open him up ran thought his mind. He didn’t think for a moment that Billy would rim him like he had done. There were still places a mostly straight jock wouldn’t go. That only left one other choice.  

“Um, d-do you have any lube?” Pj wondered hopefully. 

Dropping into a squat Billy pulled his secret box closer to him and started to go through it. Eventually he found what he was looking for and pulled out a half used tube of the same strawberry flavored lube Pete often liked to use, much to Pj’s annoyance. Was there some store somewhere that always had it on sale or something? 
 
“Like this?” Billy questioned while wagging the tube for Pj to inspect. 

“Yeah that’ll do.” Pj sighed. Flipping over onto all fours the thickset boy crawled over to the center of the bed, facing the headboard and got down onto his belly. “Here, get on the bed behind me and do it. It’s easier this way.”

“Gotcha.” Billy nodded in understanding. Climbing onto his bed himself the larger teen got into position between Pj’s spread legs and let his eyes travel down his dark furred back and to the meaty backside within his reach. “You really got a big butt.” He said slapping it. “Lots to work with.”

“Thanks… I guess.” Pj laughed ironically. He truly didn’t know why Moose and now Billy liked to comment on his way to big posterior. He supposed he should just be happy that they liked it. “Now, if you’re going to get me ready for, you know you’re going to have to use a lot of lube. Get me all slick and open me up slowly.”

“Understood.” Holding out his hand Billy squeezed out a large glob of lube into his open palm and rubbed it between his hands. “Tell me if I do something wrong.”

“Don’t worry, just do what feels natural.” Pj advised. “Not that a straight guy like you fucking ass is all that natural.”

“You’d be surprised little man.” Sticking out his tongue in determination Billy placed one hand on Pj’s left asscheek and worked the index finger on his free hand between the furry furrow underneath of him. Finding Pj’s hole he prodded against the rear entrance, his finger sinking into the tight heat with only the slightest of resistances. 

“Yesssssss!” Pj hissed, arching his back. Spreading his legs further apart the usually shy man threw all caution to the wind and began to push back against the waggling finger working its way deeper and deeper into his anus. “That’s it Billy, now hook and poke around. See if you can find my g-spot.”

“Guys got g-spots?” Billy asked genuinely surprised. He’d have to look into that later. Doing as he had been commanded the horned man got to work and probed Pj’s ass every which way, a second finger joining its brother after a few moments as they went in and out, in and out, in and out, over and over again. 

As he picked up speed and added more of his fingers Billy felt his heart rate begin to pick up speed, much to his surprise. There was just something about the way Pj was pushing back against him, his breath growing short as he unabashedly enjoyed what the older boy was doing. Watching the lewdness of his hand being sucked into another man’s ass Billy had to suppress the overwhelming urge to stop what he was doing and fuck Pj silly with his veiny dick. But he knew he couldn’t do that until his tutor told him it was okay. They were still playing naughty tutor and tutee.

Not at all aware of the struggle going on behind him Pj mashed his face into the bedspread under him and lifted his ass higher into the air trying to get more feeling. God, why did it feel so good to have someone stick their fingers up there!? Still, as good as it felt there was defiantly something more that he was craving after several minutes of this sort of foreplay.

“B-Billy you can stop now I think.” Pj said glancing back at the other man over his shoulder. “You… you can put it inside if you want.”

“You mean my dick?” Billy asked, withdrawing his hands. “You sure?”

Pj made a sound that was a combination of a whimper and a giggle. “YES!” He insisted. “F-FU-FUC… do me now please!”

The desperation in Pj’s voice amusing him to no end Billy sat back on his haunches and removed his shirt so he was as naked as his guest. “Heh-heh sure thing Mr. D’caht.” His hand going down between his legs Billy wrapped his lubed covered hand around his engorged cock and slicked it up with a few unsteady strokes. 

That task done Billy licked his lips and scooted into the best position to press the glistening head of his cock against the pouting and raw looking hole he had been readying for the better part of five minutes. “This is gonna be real good.” He murmured. 

Lining himself up quickly Billy held his breath and thrust forward, all eight inches of his large and throbbing cock penetrating the lube covered hole he had been jamming his fingers into moments ago with incredible ease. Damn Pj felt good, so tight and so hot. Billy almost came it was so intense. He was so glad that his little friend had let him do this.

Pj was in a similar state as he stayed there on all fours, another man’s massive rod working its way into his guts. Biting his bottom lip the younger man wiggled his hips enticing Billy to start thrusting, happily allowing himself get taken for what had to be the thousandth time by now.

Reacting on pure instinct when the warm body under him began to squirm, Billy dropped down so that his chest was pressed up against Pj’s back and started moving his hips against the fleshy backside under him, fucking the other boy hard and fast.

Pj reacted to his roughness favorably, pushing back and grunting with each gyration. This was one of the things Billy truly had come to enjoy about fucking with Pj. The fat boy didn’t mind him being rough. No, from the way he was muttering for more he wanted him to pound harder, fuck rougher! And that’s exactly what Billy continued to do as time went on, drawing back with sudden jolts, almost leaving the channel he was inside only to lung forward again his hips meeting plump delectable ass with a loud thwack that only made him want to hear it again.

“OH MAN!" Pj huffed. 

“I know little man.” Billy responded. “Feel good?”

“Yes… oh man yes!” Pj moaned into the blankets. “It feels so gosh darn good! B-But I‘m drooling all over your bed sorry.”

“Hey, don’t get it all wet!” Billy laughed. Lifting his upper body Billy pulled Pj up on all fours with him and shifted himself onto his knee, his right leg coming up to brace himself as he re-angled his cock and fucked harder. 

When Billy changed their position Pj felt something deep inside of him tingle, a surge of pleasure that made him almost keen like a banshee. “Oh man I think you hit my G-spot!” He cried out throwing his head back. “Yeah… yeah you did please again!” 

“Yes sir Mr. D’caht!” Once more intrigued that men had G-spots Billy laughed and did his best to hit the same spot he had struck again. Something which he succeeded in and then some. When Pj slammed his fat ass against him and moaned to his precision Billy grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled back forcing his partner to arch his back and groan. 

“Tell me if I get too rough.” Billy managed to say remembering his strength. “I get too rough sometimes.”

“Don’t worry about it!” Pj cried out. “Just keep doing what you’re doing!”

“Okay.” Doing as he had been told Billy kept up the same savage pace his body growing hotter and hotter as he pounded away. 

Rutting like this the pair continued on for the longest time Pj screwing his eyes shut and bracing himself as he was ridden fast and hard. But then suddenly Billy pulled out. But the pause was only temporary thankfully, Pj finding himself flipped over onto his back and impaled again in a matter of seconds. This missionary position left the feline staring up into Billy’s bang covered face, the buffalo’s smiling widely as he started moving again with no warning. 

“Said I‘d get back to these.” Billy said as he squeezed Pj’s tits again, his fingers leaving indents as he ground into the boy under him. “You got a nice pair.”

T-Thanks.” Pj mumbled, not completely sure if that was a compliment or not. 

Even naked and with his dick up his butt he still had trouble reading Billy. Pushing that aside however Pj happily allowed his newly christened friend do whatever he wanted with him, toes curling and eyes rolling back in his head as the bushy football player moterboated his chest and humped into him with short fast thrusts.

His lower half moving faster and faster as he buried his face into Pj’s chest Billy felt his orgasm begin to creep up on him, the ever familiar itch in his balls growing and growing with every inward jab he made. Within moments he teetered over the edge, his body lurching upward as he let out a soundless moan and came with jet after jet of thick creamy buffalo see into the body under him.

Pj too came. His face going completely red and his cock spurting three milky wads as he felt Billy unload his see deep inside of his ass, the thick substance leaking out of his hole and onto the bedspread as the large man futilely continued to fuck his body and rode out his orgasm. 

In the after math of their shared climaxes both Billy and Pj laid there in silence, one on top of the other as they caught their breath. This still only lasted a short time though, Billy suddenly gasping and sitting up to look down at Pj in terror. “Fuck I came inside of you!” He said sounding horrified.

Bewildered by what Billy had just said Pj blinked up at the other man wondering what was the best way to explain to him that cumming inside of a man wouldn’t lead to problems like it would with a woman. But he held his tongue when he saw the gleam in the bison’s eyes when he brushed back the hair covering the upper half of his face. “You teasing me aren’t you.”

“Eeyup.” Billy drawled with a goofy grin. Pulling out of Pj the jock fell back onto his ass and shifted into a crossed legged position, elbow resting on his leg as he placed his hand in his palm. “If that could happen then you’d be knocked up from all the fucking. Least that’s what Moose says.”

Snickering at the blunt truthfulness in that sentence Pj rolled his body into a sitting position and copied Billy’s pose. “You know, maybe you should tell me everything that Moose told you about use.” He said. “I think it’s better that I know.”

“How about I do it myself Fatty.” Moose’s voice suddenly came from the pair’s right. 

Both of them turning their heads quickly towards the ape Billy and Pj watched as the primate friend ambled into the room, his eyes locked on both their naked forms. He never got as far as the bed unfortunately because before he could get any closer Pj hopped off of the bed and leveled him with a glare that was more parts precious than intimidating. 

“Moose Clancy!” The chubby boy began haughtily. “You and me have got to have a nice long talk about telling stories and you keeping secrets from me!”

Surprised by the anger directed at him Moose held up his hands in defense. “Wait, what!?” He stuttered, his vision going over to Billy for help.

But there was no help to be found, the guffawing bison silently swinging his legs over the side of his bed as he watched Pj lecture the many, many reasons why his boyfriend shouldn’t go blabbing to his buddies about the ice cream man based games they liked to do.

‘He really is good for’im.’ Billy thought as he observed the pair.

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Saturday night…

His mouth hanging open in pure shock as he read over the piece of paper in his hands Pj slowly shifted his eyes off of the text and over to Billy who was reclining on a nearby chair in the middle of Tony‘s living room. It had been a day since that enlightening evening at Billy’s house. Moose and the buffalo both apologizing the scheme they had concocted in the hallway that day several times until Pj was pleased enough to let them off the hook. Again his decision was mostly influenced when the two showed how sorry they were through their sexual skills. 

“So… your telling me that this acceptance letter from Harvard really belongs too you!” Pj said after several minutes of silence.

“Yup.” The buffalo confirmed as he took a piece of popcorn from a bowl sitting on the coffee table between them and tossed it into the air and into his mouth. “Got ones from Yale, Stanford, Cambridge and some more I don‘t remember.”

Pj was flabbergasted by what he was hearing and blinked several times trying to take in what he had just heard. From what little interactions he had had with Billy he had assumed that, while the buffalo was incredibly sweet, he wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the house. 

Looking over to Moose for an answer to his confusion Pj huffed seeing him amused by his stammering. “You knew about this!”

“Course I did Fatty.” The ape chuckled. “You should see his report cards. Nothing but A pluses in every subject. ”

Shaking his head in awe Pj fell backwards onto the couch Moose was sitting on and leaned against the older man for support. “Wow…” He said in a hushed tone. “I never even considered you were some sort of Brainiac Billy.” Blushing at his rudeness Pj gave the bison an apologetic look. “What I meant was you’re always so quiet it was hard to realize. 

“That’s ok." Billy hummed with a shrug. “I don’t talk lots cause I’m thinking all the time. Bout science and math and stuff.”

“That still doesn’t make it right.” Pj huffed not at all understanding why Billy was ok with that. Lots of people at the school made fun of him behind his back. “Wouldn’t you rather let them know you’re so smart instead of thinking a dummy? A guy as nice and intelligent as you deserves all the praise in the world.”

“I asked him the exact same thing once.” Moose said as he put his arm around Pj. “Big guy just chuckled that chuckle of his and said that everyone knowing your smart is the most boring thing in the world.”

“It is.” Billy confirmed. “When I was younger I got dragged into all these lame classes. Got sick of it real quick. When me and my parents moved here I decided I’d rather have a good time playing football, fucking girls, and partying.”

“Since he was the new kid no one even bothered to ask him.” Moose finished for his friend. “Only reason I know about Billy’s secret is because I come over to his house all the time to hang out.”

Handing the letter he had been shown back to its owner Pj sighed. “Well to each his own I guess.” He said smiling at Billy. “I’m sorry I underestimated you.”

“Told you: It’s ok.” Billy repeated. “Tony thought I was stupid at first too.”

“So, Tony knows about your secret too?” Pj asked something starting to piece together in his mind. When Moose nodded to his question the chubby boy dropped his eyes down to his lap sadly. “So that’s why he made that bet. He figured I couldn’t teach a genius like Billy anything he didn’t know.”

“See why I tried to stop you when he challenged you.” Moose said with a huff. “I’m a really good boyfriend that way.”

“You’re still in the doghouse mister.” Pj reminded the gorilla. “You still could have let me in on yours and Billy’s little plan.”

Moose snorted. “Hey I tried yesterday in the bathroom but you scampered off.” he huffed. “Not my fault your such a goody two shoes what you can’t be late for one class.”

“Heh-heh scampered.” Billy added with a laugh.

Ignoring both Moose's and Billy's smirking faces, Pj folded his arms over his chest and puffed his cheeks up. “Might I remind you both that the school year isn’t over yet?” He pointed out. “None of us should miss out on a single second of class. This is our last chance to experience high school before we graduate.”

Unbeknownst to Pj as he reached for one of the snack bowls and ate some chips Moose frowned at being reminded that the year was almost up. Grabbing the back of his boyfriend’s shirt he pulled him back and quickly drew him into a kiss as soon as he swallowed what he had been eating. 

“Let’s forget about school Fatty.” Moos encouraged as he pulled away. “Tonight’s a night to party. You excited being at your first high school shin ding?”

His face a little red from being kissed right in front of Billy out of nowhere Pj nodded and giggled. “I guess.” He answered. “Are you sure it’s ok for me to be here though? What if someone gets curious?”

“We’ll just tell them you’re here because Billy owes you one for tutoring him.” Moose explained. “It’s partly the truth after all babe.” 

“Alright then I’ll try to have fun.” Pj said bashfully. “I sorta wish that Tony could have a good time too though. Is he still all angry about what happened?”

“Still pissed off and snapping at anyone who comes near him.” Lifting himself onto his feet Moose patted Pj on the head and walked over to the stairs leading to the second floor. “Hey Tony! You going to come on down here anytime soon or do I have to drag you down.”

“FUCK YOU CLANCY!” Tony’s angry voice bellowed from above the trio. “I’ll be down when I’m fucking good and ready. This stupid fucking thing is hard as hell to put on.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is that any way for Santa’s little helper to act?” Moose teased. “You asked for this remember? So you might as well have a merry ol time.”

“Moose stop making fun of him like that!” Pj chided going over to his older lover. “It can’t be easy for him to… yikes.”

His eyes going up the stairs as he spoke Pj glanced up just in time to see Tony appear at the stop of the steps. As per him losing their bet he was dressed in the same costume that Pj had worn during his dad’s Christmas blowout sale. Only instead of being slightly tight like it had been on him, the costume looked like it had been painted on Tony’s body. His midriff and calves exposed as he stomped his way down the stairs, each movement making a little jingly sound as he made his way down to the first floor of his house. 

“I just want you all to know that I hate you.” Tony said flatly as he came to a stop in front of everyone. “That and I’m going to make each and every one of you pay for this.”

“Suck it up Hermey you look fabulous!” Moose said with an air of smug victory. “And like I said you asked for it. A bet is a bet and your sorry ass lost the bet. Teach you to mess with my boyfriend.”

The doorbell chiming before he could respond appropriately to what his friend had said Tony griped about his lot in life again and walked away to go answer it. Remaining in in the living room next to Moose, Pj closed his eyes and waited for what he knew was about to come. Sure thing there was a chorus of laughter following the sound of the front door opening, Tony reaction to the guffaws making the chubby boy wince in sympathy for whoever had the misfortune to be standing in front of the bull that very moment. 

Strange thing was though as he listened to Tony try to explain that his wardrobe choice was the latest fashion Pj cracked a small smile which he instantly hid behind his hand. Moose caught him though and gave him a playful shove. 

“And you’ve been saying I’m getting as bad as your dad.” The gorilla began. “Look at you Pete junior taking some sort of sadistic glee at this.”

“Naw.” Billy cut in. “Little man’s too nice to be like that.”

“Thank you Billy.” Pj said pretending to be innocent. An attempt that completely fell flat when both him and Billy broke out into uproarious laughter when Tony shouted for whoever he was talking to shut the hell up or else.

(And that Mr. Diary is how I started to grow closer to Billy. He really is a sweet guy once you can get him talking. And talkative too once he trusts you back. I can’t tell you how many conversations we had when after I asked him for help studying. I know I was supposed to be his tutor and it ended up the other way around but I don’t mind. He’s my friend after all. Now, if only I can get Tony to like me too. Not that I really think that’s going to happen any time soon. Especially after kids at school started putting jingle bells in his locker as a prank.) 

Next time Moose’s dad comes to Spoonerville and “meets” the D’caht‘s…