Late may, Sunday Morning at the D’caht’s Household….

The sun was hanging low in the sky that late spring morning in Spoonerville. Shining brightly, it’s intense and luminous rays fell upon the simple hamlet like it always did, its gentle heat slowly ebbing away the chill that had menaced the homes dotting the suburban landscape the previous night and alerting the people who dwelled within that it was time to leave their bed and start their productive days.

In one of these many houses though, someone clearly hadn’t gotten the message about waking up early and stubbornly clung to the last vestiges of his well-earned nightly sleep. Who was this person you wonder? Well it was none other than a slightly doughy gorilla who went by the name of Moose Clancy. And the reason for his refusal to follow his fellow Spoonervillites was because of beginning his day all he wanted to do was continue sleeping away his time in the bed of his pudgy boyfriend Pj D’caht, his naked and slightly doughy body alluringly tangled in the mess of blankets as he snored with all the grace of a buzz saw on high speed.

This wonderfully pleasant state of unconsciousness was naught to last however, because just as the slumbering man rolled over to his side his nose gave a small twitch, the gray sniffer picking up an appetizing aroma that instantly made its owner wake up with a snort, his left eye sliding open and blinking against the harsh light filtering in thorough the lone window of the second story bedroom. 

“Fuck, something sure smells good.” Moose said with a tired groan. “And I bet I know who’s responsible for it too.”

Hand groping out blindly from under the blankets the tired man quickly checked the other side of the bed where his pleasantly plump bedmate should have still be sleeping at this early hour. But as he had suspected instead of landing on Pj’s deliciously naked thigh or butt all that he found was the vacant cold spot where he should have been.

“I’m going to get you to stay in bed late on Sunday one of these days babe.” Moose grumbled in amusement.

With no companion to engage in morning sex with the gorilla gave a small yawn and sat up, his sleep blurred vision scanning around the room as he contemplated the pros and cons of getting out of the comfortable bed he was in. On one hand, Pj would most likely come looking for him sooner or later and when he did Moose didn’t think for a second that it wouldn’t be easy to convince him to crawl back under the covers for another round sex. But on the other hand he was hungry and man oh man did whatever the younger boy was cooking smell good. In the end it was the latter the he choose. If only because the simple fact of the matter was that while fucking Pj was a fun nothing beat eating the food he prepared. 

Mind now made up Moose made short work of the blankets covering his nude body and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up a moment later. Stretching as he stood there he complained good-naturedly and worked out the kinks he had acquired from his sexual activities the night before. As always spending the evening at the D’caht’s had turned into an out of control orgy of pleasurable experiences and shared moans as they did things that would make even the most experienced porn actors blush like virgin schoolgirls. 

“And I couldn’t ask for anything better.” Moose remarked chuckling to himself as he slipped on his underwear and made his way out of the bedroom.

Padding down the steps to the first floor and then into the kitchen the first thing Moose saw upon entering was the form of his boyfriend running back and forth in front of the counter. It was always an interesting sight watching him in his element like this. When he was cooking Pj was like a well-oiled machine, several dishes cooking at once as he expertly used various utensils to create things that he had learned to make from the many times he had helped Mr. Fraido down at his deli.

It was odd but observing the chubby man doing kitchen stuff in his silly “kiss the cook” apron really got Moose’s motor running. Maybe it was the way his backside swung back and forth with every movement, or the humming and smile plastered on his face, whatever it was it sent a bolt of lightning right down to the gorilla’s groin. If he hadn’t been certain Pj would slap his hand away with the spatula he was brandishing Moose would have taken advantage of the boner hardening in his shorts and bent Pj over the sink just like the younger boy’s father would usually do.

Speaking of the older man… drawing his attention away from Pj and his cooking Moose quietly headed over to the kitchen table where the older member of the household was seated. Sitting in his chair, hunched over and reading his daily newspaper, was a nude from the waist down Pete D’caht, the middle-aged feline grumbling in irritation at the newspaper he was reading while he mindlessly shoveled spoonfuls of scrambled eggs into his large mouth. 

“Mornin’ banana breath.” Pete greeted suspiring Moose. The younger man had thought he had snuck up on him. “How’s yer hairy monkey ass feelin’ after a night of m’ schlong jammed up there?” 

Moose made a show of rubbing his bottom before he took a seat and winced. He had long grown used to the royally rough fuckings the older man gave but still liked that evil gleam in Pete’s eyes when he pretended to be sore. “I think so Mr. D.” He said answering the question. “But maybe next time you could go easy. That or give some of my share to Fatty over there.”

“Are you trying to get me killed Moose?” Pj commented with a small smile. Two steaming plates of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and cinnamon toast in hand the stout boy went over to Moose and his father and deposited them onto the table. “I don’t think anyone could survive getting a double helping of my dad’s… my, um dad‘s….”

“Call it what it is boy.” Pete cut in as he folded his paper gave the pair a lecherous look. “It’s ‘m raw Sexual prowess. An’ both ya sluts jus can’t get enough of it. Lease I’m infer-a-natin’ that b’cause of da way I had ya squealin’ fer more last night.”

“Whatever you say sir.” Both Pj and Moose obediently said out of habit, the urge to roll their eyes at the boasting almost too strong to resist. 

Spurred on by the talk of sex Pete placed his paper down and pushed his chair back, spreading his legs and baring himself for all to see. Just talking about what they did the night before was making him grow hard. And since there was still plenty of time before he had to go off to work why not put his cock to good use. He was unable to however because just as he was about to ask who wanted to be fucked first the phone gave a shrill ring behind, dampening the mood. 

“Fuckin’ cockblockin’ phone.” Pete ranted lightly as he stood and stomped is way over to the offending piece of technology. Picking it up he shouted out a quick, “What da hell do you want!”, and huffed when Bubba’s familiar voice and amused chuckle came back in response.

Back at the table Moose quietly returned to eating his meal and looked over to Pj who was doing the same. “So Fatty, you got anything planned for today?” He asked after a moment. 

“Nothing really.” Pj responded. “I have to do some chores I’ve put off and… Oh, I almost forgot! I have to fill in that college application form I got in the mail last Thursday! If I don’t get it in the mail by Monday morning I’ll miss the deadline.”

“Hum-um.” Moose responded noncommittally. He really didn’t like talking about that sort of thing. Mostly for reasons which he didn’t like to dwell on. “Sounds like fun babe.”

“Trust me it won’t be.” Pj sighed. “But I’ve been putting it off since forever and I really need to finish filling out those forms. I swear though if I don’t end up spraining my wrist or something from writing all that stuff it’ll be a miracle.” ‘

Moose chuckled at the exaggerated statement. “Peeje, trust me when I say this: if stroking mine and all those other guys dicks didn’t put your arm into a cast then nothing will.” He smirked playfully, his hand mimicking the motion of someone jacking off as he wagged his eyebrows. 

Cheeks flushing at the lewdness of Moose’s quip and hand motions Pj quickly dropped his eyes to his plate and quietly are some of the eggs he had prepared. “So you know what I’m going to be doing, how about you Moose?” He questioned shyly. “I was thinking that after I finish with that letter that we could… you know.”

“Fuck.” Moose finished knowingly. It really did amuse him how after sleeping with nearly two dozen guys over the last nine months Pj still had trouble opening asking whenever he wanted to have sex. It made what he was about to say all the more harder since he would have really liked to take him up on his offer. 

“Sorry Peeje but I can’t stay over today.” Moose said regretfully. “I need to go back over to my place and do something that I’ve been putting off.” 

Disappointed that he wouldn’t be sharing the day with Moose Pj frowned. “”Really?” He asked with a slight whine.

Moose chuckled at the childishness of his boyfriend. “Yeah I do, sorry.” He confirmed. “But don’t worry about missing me too much Fatty, I promise that I’ll be back by tonight for another round with you and the unstoppable sex machine over there.”

Both looking over to said “machine” Moose and Pj watched in amusement as Pete continued to gripe at someone over the phone, his large and naked posterior going back and forth as he paced and shouted over the line. 

“Wadda ya mean you want a refund!” Pete bellowed into the receiver. “There ain’t no reason I gotta… … … wait, how da fuck did he know ‘bout that! … … … the bustard actually read da contract!? … … …Ok, so it’s in there but that don’t mean we gotta do what I put in there. Its jus fer legal proposes. … … … Wut do ya mean he said he’d call da cops iffin we don honor his demands!?”

Pulling the receiver away from his ear for a second Pete glared down at it and mouthed something about the bad aspects of having to deal with clients in business. “Fine, let’s give da little puissant what he wants!” He said through gritted teeth as he brought the phone back up to his pointed ear.  “But let me tell ya sumthing suitcase: next time you an me are gonna make doubly sure our dumbass customers don’t read da whole contract! Can’t do proper business iffin we gotta play fair after all.” 

Phone cracking as he slammed it back down onto his cradle Pete stomped his way back over his breath, his great bulk flopping down into his chair ungracefully as he started ranting about the phone call he had just gotten. “Of all da fuckin’ annoyin’ shit ta happen ta me. Stupid bastard has da gall ta make me stick to da contract! Iffin I could I’d call’um up right now and reach through da fuckin’ phone so I could strangle his pencil thin neck till he turned black and blue, screamin’ for help!”

Exchanging a look between them Pj and Moose silently wondered if they should ask what had brought about such a viscerally specific string of words. In the end it was Moose who spoke up first, the ape grinning and asking a question in a smart assed tone. “Something up Mr. D?”

“You bet yer sweet slutty ass there’s sumthing is up boy!” Pete railed with a dark growl. “Get this, some nerdy string bean walks his dumb ass inta my lot yesterday and wastes two hours of ’m time precious time debatin’ on which care he wants ta buy.”

“But he did end up buying a car, right dad?” Pj said hopefully.

“Yeah he bought one after askin’ a butt load of questions an hagglin’ with me for two hours.” Pete confirmed. “Made a cool five thousand buck-a-roonies in da end.” 

Moose and Pj exchanged another look, neither of them understanding what the problem was then. “Well… isn’t all that’s good?” Pj asked meekly. “I mean that’s a lot of money.”

“That ain’t why I‘m pissed!” Pete snapped with a dark glower. Growling like a wild beast the angry man viciously stabbed the last of his eggs with his fork and quickly ate it with a loud burp after words. Then as he swallowed he reached out and pilfered both Pj’s and Moose’s meals much to the boys hungry dismay. “Seems da little shit had himself a little acci-dent when he wuz drivin’ home after da sale. Said da car’s engine exploded on his ass when he turned on da turn signal.”

“It exploded!” Pj gasped in surprise. Sure he had known his dad didn’t sell the newest or most reliable cars but to think something that extreme would happen. “You’re over exaggerating right? That couldn’t have possibly happened.”

“Nope da whole thing went BOOM!” Pete grumpily confirmed with a wave of his hand. “An get this, now the fucker is demandin’ that we either fix da car or give him his cash back. Usually I’d just tell’im ta go screw himself but he’s threatening to sue my pants offa my glorious ass iffin I don’t. Now I gotta spend a mint findin’ all da right parts for da job.”

“Well if it’s really that busted up you should give the money back I think.” Pj reasoned firmly. “You have to keep up good customer relations and it’s the honest thing to…” 

As Pj spoke his mind about being an honest businessman he suddenly found himself on the opposite end of an increasingly dark look from his father. One that promised him a night on his back or bent over a chair as his butt was subjected to all sorts of harsh “punishments” if he kept talking about doing the right thing. 

Thankfully before Pj could be rendered a pile of ash from the dirty look he was getting Moose gave a thoughtful hum which drew Pete’s attention over to him. “You know… maybe fixing it wouldn’t be that bad.” He said his words earning him the same face Pj had gotten. 

Before Pete could settle into that annoyed grimace for too long though, the ape asked him a quick question that left him puzzled. “You know that old sixty-six Chevy you have behind your trailer?” he asked. “The red one?”

“You me the one half rusted through?” Pete responded with a raised eyebrow. “What ‘bout it monkey boy.”

“Well, last week when me and Peeje were down at your car lot I looked it over after we finished our nooner.” Moose explained. “The body is a lost cause but the parts aren’t as bad. I bet you could use them to fix that guy’s car with no extra cost out of your own pocket.”

Pete scratched his chin. “Humm… that might jus work. But, like ya jus said: that old wreck ain’t in da best of shape. Dem parts would only last two… maybe three years tops.”

Leaning back in his seat Moose gave Pete a wry look, one that reminded the older man of ones he sported when he was his age. “Your right Mr. D, but I’m betting by then the warranty in that contract of yours would have expired, right?” He said. “By law you wouldn’t be under any obligation to replace anything after that so he’d be screwed and you‘d still have all your money from the sale.”

There was a long stunned pause after Moose voiced his idea, both D’caht’s looking at him long and hard. Finally with a tutting sound Pj verbally reacted to the ape’s sneaky idea. “Moose, what you just said has got to be the--”

“--Fuckin’ best thing ta pass yer lips since a jammed ’m dick in there last night!” Pete gleefully exclaimed. 

Sinister looking expression crossing his features the middle-aged man rubbed his hands together starting to giggle much to Pj‘s mortification. “Iffin what you jus said works I can make a mint on sellin’ hastily re-ah-ma-furbished lemons ta suckers!” He said, the gears already turning in his head. “Fuck, I’ll be rollin’ in so much dough that I’ll be able ta finance-a-mate a few other things I got cookin’!”

“Glad I can help Mr. D.” Moose said rising his glass of orange juice in toast. Turning to Pj he noticed the frown the younger man gave him and was amused by it. “Sorry babe, hope me helping your dad cheat someone doesn’t make you think less of me.” He said teasingly.

Pj huffed out a small laugh. “No, just more proof that you’re starting to act more and more like my dad.” He said. “Next thing you know you’ll be dressing up in S&M gear and making awful movies too.”

“Hey, don’t go knocking dem skin flicks we made boy. It got you that vidja game didn’t it?” Pete pointed out smirking. 

Pj nodded his face blushing badly. He had been very surprised when his dad had burst into his room the other night and gave him his “cut” for his part in the two movies they had made for that website. What was even more of a shocker was how Pete had complimented him on it. 

Seeing his son nod to his question Pete smirked at him then looked over to Moose. “Good, now as for you Moose m’boy I think I got sumthing ta reward yer brilliance.” Giving his cock a quick flick, the heavy the organ bouncing up and down with a wet slap and a spray of pre, the older man winked. “Yeah sumthin real rewardin’.” 

Spreading his legs again Pete pointed down to his manhood which had grown hard to the point where it was dripping pre copiously. Thinking of all the money he was going to make always made him horny. “Get yer ass over here and start suckin’ me dry Moosey.” He ordered. “Yer big “Daddy’s” gonna show ya how pleased he is by making ya choke on his spunk.”

Moose snorted at the bad porno talk but eagerly went to do as the older man had instructed. Grinning he slipped out of his chair and quickly made his way between Pete’s open legs, licking his lips. This was the life in Moose’s humble opinion. Kneeling on his knees, sucking on a nice thick cock after a filling and delicious breakfast as Pj began cleaning up the dishes. There was just something so casual and pleasant about being around the D’caht’s. it was almost familial in a way. Only difference was that they didn’t give him unreasonable demands and shoot disappointed glares at him when he didn’t pull through. 

Nope, all the heavyset father and son wanted was for him to be there and occasionally fuck around with them. No stress, no worries, just the content feeling that came when they laid in bed after a good romp covered in cum and sweat as they fell asleep. Like he said it was the life. A life that he really shouldn’t be getting used to giving the circumstances. But why care about those now. Especially when he was forced to deep throat his oh so horny host.  

Watching out of the corner of his eyes as Moose and his father started going at it Pj shook his head chuckling and placed the dirty dishes into the sink. Turning on the faucet he began cleaning going as fast as he could. From the moans starting to sound behind him he already knew times was running out if he wanted to finish before he got dragged into a threesome. After all when his dad got as worked up as he apparently was right then it took nearly two hours to calm him back down. There was no way Pj was going to let dirty dishes sit in the sink that long.

Luckily Moose seemed to be taking his time with his blowjob. The playful gorilla sliding his hands under Pete’s work shirt so he could tweak the older man’s nipples while thoroughly exploring every vein covered inch of the length sliding against his lips. It may have been a sick thought but seeing them like that, happily talking dirty and grinning together really made Pj happy. 

(It’s odd Mr. Diary but I really am thankful that my dad and Moose get along so well. You’d think having the man sleeping with your son around all the time would make a father angry, but not my dad. No he seemed to enjoy having another warm body to get into his bed and accepted Moose into our house with open arms. Then again it was sort of fated to happen. They are a lot alike you know. Both of them are aggressive at times, dirty minded as all get out, and that grin they both make when they’re being sneaky is so similar that it’s scary. Then there’s that underhanded scheme Moose had come up with that day. It was something right out of the old Pete D’caht playbook. 

You know what else Mr. Diary? With the way Moose had been coming over all this year along with how often I saw Bubba it almost felt like it did before my mom left. I know it‘s twisted but the four of us sorta became like one of those cliché family units you used to see on tv. We would breakfast together whenever they were over, we’d spend the days together when we could, we even watched movies together on the couch at night. Ok, that last one was mostly porn but it’s still the thought that counts.

As I washed dishes that day, the sounds of my dad finishing in Moose’s mouth echoing in my ears, I made a wish in hopes nothing would come along a break up that bit of happiness we had made together. Course… I eventually found out that sometimes wishing about things like that just isn’t enough sometimes.)
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Wednesday afternoon…

The act of being worried wasn’t an unknown feeling to Pj. No, over his short eighteen years of life he had often felt the stomach twisting emotion to the point of making himself physically sick. There had been times when he was concerned about his grades. After all, one could only get so many D pluses and C minuses before their grade point average dropped, right? 

He had also been distressed by his cooking skills. Sure most people said he was the best around but there was always that niggling doubt that he should be doing better with the meals he prepared. Lastly Pj had tormented himself to distraction the day his mom had left with the Goof’s in tow. Thankfully that last one no longer bothered him as much. What with all the “friends” he had made over the last year. 

It was in thinking of a certain someone that he had come to know over the last couple of months that the young man’s current bout of worries had started. Fidgeting in the passenger’s side seat of his dad’s old Studebaker Pj quietly mumbled to himself and stares out the window as the streetlamps and buildings flew by. His distress only got worse too when they turned a corner and drove through a pair of expensive looking gates that led into the most expensive and exclusive private community in all of Spoonerville

“For fucks sake boy, stop all dat fuckin’ squirmin’ over there!” Pete’s irritated voice rang out from the driver’s side of the vehicle. Having had enough of the way his son was bouncing in his seat the older man grabbed Pj by the shoulder and forcefully pushed him back down into his seat. “Ya‘know yer really startin’ ta piss me off. Almost makes me want ta turn da car back around and head home.”

Cowed by the thought of his dad getting so angry that he cancel their trip Pj instantly stilled and sullenly stared down at his lap, hands coming together to twiddle his thumbs as he began to apologize. “Sorry sir.” He mumbled while giving his dad a sheepish look. “I’m just really worried since Moose hasn’t come over, called, or even been to school in the last couple of days.”

Taking a long drag of the cigar he had been smoking Pete flicked the ashes out of the window and responded to his son’s words. “Well, thank you very much mister ex-po-sition.” He huffed looking forward again. “Still don’t get why that means I gotta drive yer jiggly ass all da way ‘cross town. What is it? Yer so slutty now that you can’t spend a few days without gettin’ some gorilla dick up da fat caboose ‘o’ yers?”

Pj’s face tinted at the accusation. “T-That’s not why I’m worried dad.” He tried to explain. “I just want to go and check if he’s alright. No one has even seen him since Sunday. Not even Tony and Billy and they’re his best friends.”

“So…” Pete asked only half interested in the answer. 

“So… for all we know he could be dying in a ditch dad!” Pj cried out dramatically. “That or something worse!”

Pete rolled his eyes at his son’s overacting. “Look here brat, I hate ta break it to ya but I know yer queer boy toy’s type. I’m bettin’ that our dear ol’ banana crammer jus found sumthin or someone better ta do with his time and fergot ta come back over.”

“But he promised he’d be back.” Pj insisted. “And I know for a fact that Moose wouldn’t just forget about me like that. He’s my boyfriend after all.”

There was a snort from Pete at such an adamant declaration, one that was joined by dark chuckle. “You really are goin’ full-fledged queer on me, aren’t ya?” He said snuffing out his cigar in the ashtray. “Imagine my son getting all upset b’cause his favorite fuck buddy ignores him for a few days like some prancin’ sissy. Surprised you ain’t consult-ta-nating Cosmo on how ta keep yer man as I speak.” 

“Daaaaad!” Pj whimpered with a drawn out whine. With how worried he was he really didn’t need that sort of teasing right now. “How many times do I have to explain myself? The only reason why I subscribed to that magazine is for the recipes. I don’t read anything!”

“Yeah right, an da only reason I flip through “Horny and Hard Tuckers Monthly” is cause of dem info-mational articles ‘bout truckin’.” Sticking his elbow out of the window so he could look over at his son Pete let loose a loud and obnoxiously amused belly laugh after a moment of deep though. “Ya know… iffin I didn’t know better I’d say yer turnin’ inta one of those swoonin’ broads they put in romance novels. Ya’know like yer naggin’ mom used ta read.” 

Pj frowned at that kind of comparison. He had seen those sorts of books and didn’t think he acted or looked anything like the people depicted on the covers. “Very funny dad.” He said huffily. “As if anyone would think to put me in some story. I mean, I’m just a regular guy in high school who--”

“--Gets himself fucked more often than a self warmin’, six speed, vibratin’ fleshlight that gives out hundreds would?!” Pete finished with a lecherous grin. “Yeah boy yer right, what da fuck was I thinkin’? No one in their right mind would want ta hear ‘bout that!”

Deciding it was best not to acknowledge his father’s incredibly filthy, yet completely correct analogy about his daily activities Pj huffed sulkily and went back to staring out the window. His focus centered back on the expensive households they were driving by he once more fell into the vicious cycle of worry and dread that had been consuming him for the last several days. Was Moose really alright or did something happen like he though? Either way he’d find out once they got to his house. That was if he could keep from freaking out until they did.

(Yeah, I know I was being silly that day Mr. Dairy but I really did fear the worse. It’s just… well Moose was really important to me and him disappearing like he did really put me on edge. Like I told my dad for all we knew at that time Moose could have ended up on the side of the road. That or he could have fallen down the stairs breaking both his arms or legs. Or he may have even gotten himself kidnapped. He was in that big old house of his all alone so it was entirely possible someone could have surprised him and were holding him for ransom. 

I mean… it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility given his family. From what I’ve had learned about Moose’s family the few times he talked about them, I knew that both his parents were very successful people. His mom a high profile judge and his dad top attorney at some law firm in New York. Someone they sent to jail could have easily found out that Moose lived alone and think it was the perfect opportunity to get revenge! Thankfully before I could completely loose mind over thoughts like that I reminded myself that I was probably being ridiculous and that Moose was perfectly fine. In fact he was probably just sitting around his house watching TV or something like that. 

But if that were true then why didn’t he at least call me? Was it like my dad said and he had gotten tired of spending time with me? Or worse did he have someone over for some “fun”, just the two of them. I know me and Moose weren’t’ exclusive, far from it, but the idea of him spending the week with someone else, almost like a romantic getaway really made me feel funny. I just hoped that when we pulled up to his house that wasn’t the case. Because if it was then I didn’t know what I’d do.)

The Studebaker slowing down with a sickening lurch Pj snapped out of his dreadful thoughts and looked over to the house they had stopped in front of. Scanning the looming building up and down and from side to side he breathed a small sigh of relief at seeing that everything seemed to be normal. 

Sitting in the driveway was Moose’s prized bright red sports car, the shiny pain reflecting the lights that were shining out from the many windows that were lit from inside of the house. Even the lawn and shrubbery, maintained by a gardener that Pj had “met” during one of his visits was just as he remembered it. All in all it was the very picture of tranquility that one could expect in such a high class neighborhood. 

But even seeing this pristine exterior Pj still wasn’t satisfied. No, the only thing that would leave him feeling better was going inside and seeing Moose healthy and hale with his own eyes. Shifting around in his seat so he could face his father Pj gave the older man a thankful look. 

“Alright dad, just wait here in the car for ten minutes… fifteen tops while I go and check on Moose.” He said. “Oh, and please, please, please don’t make any trouble while you’re out here. We don’t want a repeat of last time when security came around and caught us in the back seat.”

Pete raised an eyebrow at the way his son was giving him orders. That hadn’t been a bad experience in his book. No, those two tubby overworked and underappreciated guards, one a pug and the other a toad had been a real hoot as they did the nasty back at the guard station. But apparently Pj didn’t think so if the puppy dog eyes he was sporting as he begged were any indication. 

“Fine, I’ll be a good little boy.” Pete agreed in an overly bored manner. “Jus make sure you make this fuckin’ stupid home check real fast-like. I don’t got time ta waste sitting here in da car while you drag yer chunky ass.”

“Don’t worry dad I’m sure I’ll be quick.” Pj assured the older man with a relieved look. Opening the door the short boy got out of the vehicle and stepped out onto the sidewalk. “Um… thanks for driving me by the way dad. I don’t think I told you that yet.” 

There was a ghost of a smile that crossed Pete‘s face at the thank you before it disappeared in a flash. “Whatever, jus get movin’ and see what’s up with our monkey boy b‘fore I get too bored.” He said speciously blasé.”

Shaking his head at his father’s behavior Pj chuckled lightly to himself and began heading towards the house behind him. Sure he might have had to “convince” his dad to drive him all the way across Spoonerville to see Moose but with hearing the simple phrase “Our Monkey.” Pj now knew for a fact that Pete was worried about their mutual bedmate too. Albeit he was taking great lengths to pretend that he didn’t care at all. 

Once again Pj felt warmth radiated through his chest at the idea that his dad really did like Moose and as he stepped off of the side walk and onto the illuminated cobblestone walkway running through the front lawn he wondered if Moose realized how his dad felt too. Well, if he did or didn’t Pj would soon find out as he approached the front door of the impressively high class house Moose called home.

As with all the other buildings lining the streets of the gated community Moose’s house was fairly impressive if not slightly intimidating. Like with Billy’s and Mr. Browns home Pj felt out of place just being there. But not for the same reasons. 

You see, unlike the homes belonging to the buffalo and grizzly bear Moose’s home had always felt really unwelcoming to him for some reason. Moose may have been the only one living there but there was nothing of his decorating the many, many rooms inside. Less you counted his bedroom which was decorated like a typical sport fanatic teen’s room. It was almost like the rest of the house was one of those model showrooms where men and women in red coats showed you around. 

“Maybe that’s why Moose always comes over to my house.” Pj mumbled to himself. 

Thinking about that Pj really did think that was the reason why he came over so much. After all, the deal that Moose and his dad had made when they first started fooling around had been long forgotten so he was no longer obligated to spend every weekend with them. But apparently the gorilla had grown content with spending his spare time with them in their averaged suburban house with the small rooms, leaky roof, and colder than usual winter nights. 

Whatever the reason for Moose’s preferences when it came to domiciles Pj knew that he didn’t have time to waste thinking over it. He had come all the way out here for a reason and that reason was to find out what was going on before he worry himself half to death. And the best was to do that was letting Moose know that he was there. 

Shaking his head to clear his mind Pj quickly closed the remaining distance left between himself and Moose’s front door and bounded up the small landing. After making sure he was presentable enough to be seen, tugging at the bottom of his shirt and adjusting his pants on his hips, he raised his fist and rapped against the bright white barrier precisely three times, a nervous smile forming on his lips as he politely and stiffly stood under the porch light waiting for a response. Unfortunately, instead of a reply all that met Pj after he knocked was eerie silence. A horrible quiet that dredged up all the unpleasant ideas he had been coming up with over the last few days. 

“M-Maybe he didn’t hear me?” The boy reasoned as he tried again. But just like the first time no one came to see who was at the door and the several attempts that followed each garnered the same response.

By the time his seventh attempt to gain entry failed Pj was a nervous wreck. He was sure Moose was home, what with his car right there in front of the attached garage. “Ok, now I really am starting to get worried.” He said starting to shuffle from foot to foot nervously. “I really need to get inside now.”

Thinking over the options he had Pj realized that he would have to do something that he shouldn’t if he was going to get inside. It was something he really didn’t want to do, but like someone wise had said a long time ago drastic times called for drastic measures.

Biting his bottom lip he took out a small house key from his pocket. Moose’s spare house key to be exact. The older boy had given it to him a few months ago, jokingly explaining his bad habit of losing his keys as he dropped the spare into Pj’s hands after a date for safekeeping. Pj had been very honored at the request and promised never to abuse the privilege. But here he was now… about to basically break into Moose’s house. 

“I just hope he‘ll forgive me for invading his privacy.” Pj said unhappily as he pushed the key into its hole and turned it with a click. 

The obstacle not out of the way Pj took a calming breath and pushed open the front door cautiously entering the house on his tiptoes as it swung open slowly with an ominous creak. He had to be quiet as a mouse, for all he knew there were masked assailants hiding in the shadows planning to jump out at him and attack. 

Thankfully that wasn’t the case though the only thin greeting Pj was more stillness as he padded into the middle of a large parlor. “Ok, so there aren’t any kidnappers and robbers.” He sighed as he released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. “But where is he then?” 

Realizing that the only way to answer his question was to do a search of the premises Pj looked around and decided to fist check the living room. Heading over he made sure to hide behind the entryway, his head peeking out hesitantly just in case. But just like the first room he had entered this one was empty. That was if you didn’t count the bright white carpet and furniture reflecting the light shining down from an overhead lamp. 

Going the rest of the way inside Pj nervously searched around the sterile area until he noticed the large couch at its center. One that he had become very intimate with a certain night nine months ago. Had it really only been since September since him and Moose had first had sex atop this very piece of furniture? It felt more like one pleasantly long week of fun when he thought back on it.

To think that an amazing relationship like theirs had all started because of an underhanded revenge scheme concocted by his father to get Moose drunk, trick him into having sex, and then photograph said event so they could blackmail him for giving Pj a black eye.

(Geeze Mr. Dairy when I write it all down like it doesn’t exactly sound romantic does it? Well even if it isn’t I’m not sorry that it all happened. Dad blackmailing Moose led to me and him having all of those wonderful weekends together where the three of us spent time together. Then there’s what those weekends morphed into. Several very enjoyable dates, hours and hours of… you knowing, and most of all me and Moose becoming boyfriends. Like I said it may not have started in a decent manner but we were both happy in the end and that’s all that really matters right?)

A fond smile playing on his lips Pj turned away from the piece of furniture so special to him and went to explore the rest of the house. Making his way down an adjourning hallway next he padded down the short corridor, opening the first door he came across. 

To his surprise when Pj flicked on the light and peered into the now lit beyond he found himself presented with a room that reminded him of the ones you’d see on one of those lawyer shows on TV. There was a large oak desk nestled near the back with a high office chair sitting behind it, official looking plaques on the wall, a large liquor cabinet, and several bookshelves lined with what he found out were law books when he read the titles on their spines.

“Did Moose’s mom or dad work from home?” Pj wondered eyeballing the professional looking room 

Thinking back to their conversations he did recall Moose saying his parents often brought their work home. Both of them locking themselves away and ignoring him and his siblings even when they truly needed their help. Pj hadn’t truly believed it when he heard such a thing. What sort of parent just overlooked their kids like that? Not even his dad had ever done that. Not to say his sort of attention he gave was exactly something you always wanted. 

Turning the lights back off and closing the door behind him Pj pushed all thoughts of parents and their habits to the back of his mind and went back to the task at hand. Opening a few more doors he found another office-like room, a crowded garage filled with boxes, and lastly a fully furnished kitchen.

It was the last thing that drew him out of his concern relating to finding his boyfriend. Stepping foot into the large room Pj couldn’t help the jealous whine that came out of him at its sheer size. Large and clean black and white tiled counters housing several shiny new appliances, some of which would take Pj years to save up for. 

But, the thing that really made him whimper was the large eight burner stove near the back. Walking up to it he ran his hand along the sleek metallic surface and sighed. He would kill to have something like this at home. Using it he might be able to prefect some of the things Mr. Fraido had been teaching him whenever he volunteered to help the rhino at his deli for the day

Lost in thoughts of all the scrumptious meals he could make with the objects all around him Pj was suddenly brought back to reality when a loud thump rang out over his head. Giving a yelp of surprise he nearly tripped over his feet as he rushed over to the closest weapon he could find, a rubber spatula, and hid behind one of the kitchen chairs.

Listening carefully as he prepared for battle Pj peered upwards to the ceiling and strained his ears hoping that whatever he had heard wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. To his relief more sounds quickly followed the first, several more thumps, bangs, and crashes echoing down from the second story before an even larger crash could be heard and a very familiar voice began cursing up a storm.

“So that’s where you are!” Recognizing the voice being used to say such a colorful vocabulary as belonging to Moose, Pj quietly cheered to himself and got out from his hiding spot shouting out to the ape. “HELLO!” He called out. “MOOSE IS THAT YOU UP THERE!?” 

There was a clattering sound as the person Pj was hollering for responded to his beckons, the silence that came after quickly broken by a confused sounding, “Fatty is that you down there!?”, as whoever it was making the racket began walking across the floor upstairs heading towards the stairs. 

Smiling at the confirmation that it was Moose making all the noise Pj grinned in relief and followed the footsteps above him through the kitchen out into the hallway and then back into the parlor. It was there that he finally caught sight of the person he had been so worried over for the last half of week. 

However, as Pj rounded the banister and tilted his head skywards he suddenly found himself becoming worried over something entirely different. A worry of being able to control himself at what he was seeing. There at the top of the steps was Moose like he had expected, but instead of being fully dressed the ape was only clad in a pair or ratty old pajama bottoms. 

Going over every single inch that was visible from his position at the bottom of the stairs Pj made a frustrated sound of lust at the sight of the gorilla’s bare chest, the dark gray and completely bare sections flexing and stretching at their owner yawned loudly and ran his fingers almost seductively though the mess of unruly bed tussled head fur on top of his head. To some this lazy and messy look might have been a little off putting but to Pj… well the way Moose looked right then really made his shorts grow tight and his throat go dry. 

Unaware that he was currently being drooled over from below Moose continued to stretch and grumbled about his sleep being ruined. He had thought he had heard Pj down stairs but that couldn’t be true. Little butter ball was probably getting himself screwed that very minute by his dad or that gator guy named Bubba who was always sniffing around Pete’s room. 

To his surprise though, when Moose peered down to the second story he unexpectedly laid his eyes on the very person who he had convinced himself was not there. Pj looking back up at with that cute smile on his face as he played nervously with his hands and bashfully waited to be acknowledged.  

Trying his best to not look as shocked as he was by the other boy’s unexpected appearance Moose gave the feline a casual look and raised a questioning eyebrow. “Guess it was you I heard down here.” He simply said as he descended down the steps. “How the heck did you get in my house though babe?” 

Shamefacedly dropping his eyes down to his shoes as Moose approached him Pj hem-hawed for good few seconds before he revealed how he had gotten inside. “I… I ah s-sort of used the key you gave me.” He admitted quietly. “I know it’s an invasion of privacy and I promise I’ll give your key back but I was just so worried.”

“You were worried?” Moose said as if the idea was novel to him. Coming to a stop in front of the other boy he smirked and placed his hand on Pj’s shoulder. “Why the heck would you be all worried about me Fatty?”

With a pout on his lips Pj huffed at the teasing tone being used on him. After all the trouble he went to come over and see if he was alright Moose was going to make fun of him now!? “Of course I was worried about you!” He said responding to the slightly mocking words. “You never came back on Sunday and then you missed school for three days! Even Billy and Tony said they were concerned, though when I asked him Tony pretended he wasn’t and called me names!! E-Even my dad was wondering what happe--HUMPH!”

Increasingly amused at the way Pj’s face got more and more flustered as he began to ramble Moose gave into a sudden urge that had hit him and leaned forward, capturing the very lips that were in the process of berating him for not contacting anyone. 

It may have been rude but he just couldn’t help himself. There was just something about the way Pj’s cheeks were all flushed and the concern he was showing over him that the gorilla couldn’t resist. That and the way the chubby boy flounder when they kissed, his hands waving around in shock and mouth opening wide to gasp was pretty funny too.

Taken by completely by surprise as he was kissed senseless Pj blinked goggled eyed as the lip lock continued, his mind going into a daze. He was quick to recover fortunately the ravaging his mouth was going through as Moose plundered every square inch making him moan in pleasure as he decided to just roll with it. 

Getting into the mood himself Pj brought his hands up to Moose’s arms only to slide them down again, his palms massaging and clenching as he made his way downwards, resting them on the older boy’s hips so he could pull him closer and get as much body contact as possible. 

Growling against Pj’s mouth as he felt the younger boy hold his body into his Moose wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and ground his crotch against the bottom of his large belly. The way Pj forgot about his shyness and craved contact, his contact was making the small fire that had burned in his belly at the sight of him evolve into a full-fledged inferno.  

It was only when they feared running out of oxygen that the duo broke apart, Moose backing away just enough so he could look down at the other man in his arms with a roguish smirk. “So… since you letting me kiss you, does this mean you forgive me now?” He asked in his usual smartassed way. “You know forgiving me about the whole leaving you and everyone else in the dark for three days thing not the whole sucking face thing we just did.”

The dreamy look that had been on Pj’s face vanished at Moose‘s questions, the expression quickly replaced by an annoyed but still somehow content frown. “That’s a real dirty way to try and get out of trouble.” He pointed out with a haughty pout. “Completely unfair.”

“Hey, I never said I was a saint babe. I play football too well to be one.” Moose said grinning, his tone only somewhat genuine. “But I really am sorry if it helps. Kissing’s just the best way I know to apologize.” Growling playfully the primate suddenly began to playfully nip and lick at the sensitive skin on Pj’s neck. “If it’s not enough I’m sure I could come up with something else to do to you.”

“Moose, Moose stop it that tickles!” Giggling uncontrollably as his body was wracked with pleasure Pj weakly tried to free himself in an attempt to get away. 

There it was again, Moose acting all affectionate and silly. The same way he had been doing it ever since spring break. Defiantly weird, but very, very nice. It felt so good in fact that before he knew it Pj was already forgiving the amorous ape for his forgetful transgression. If only just a bit. 

“Fine, fine I forgive you just let go before I laugh too hard and have an accident!” He said while retaliating with a light finger jab to the ape‘s side. “BUT, I still want you to tell me why you didn’t come back Sunday or at the very least call me.”

Letting go of Pj as he was tickled Moose stepped back and scratched at an imaginary itch on the back of his neck while grinning dopily. “I just got wrapped moving stuff around here and forgot.” He explained easily. All most too easily. “Again if it helps some, I was planning on coming around to see you Thursday afternoon. Figured we could talk and maybe fuck around afterwards if you felt up to it.”

“With our track record I‘m sure I would have.” Pj said chuckling. Before he completely let Moose off the hook though, there was last thing he needed to get off of his chest. “You know Moose if you would have just said the thing you had to do at home was cleaning I would have gladly offered to help you!” He scolded with mock huffiness. 

Tilting his head to the side in confusion Moose gave Pj a lost look. “Cleaning?” He asked. “Wait… you think I was cleaning?”

“Yeah cleaning.” Pj repeated with a shrug. “Why else would you be moving stuff around?” 

Thinking back to his search around the house it now made sense why it was always so clean. Moose must have regularly done housework. That was the only thing that made sense to him. And given how he had been coming over every day for the last couple of weeks he must have gotten really behind. That was why he had been missing!

“I bet that if you had asked for my help I would have had this place spick and span in no time.” Pj continued thinking out loud. “Then instead of pulling my hair out worrying over you we both could have gone back to my house and spent the rest of the week having fun together.”

Entertained by the zeal for cleaning Pj was showing as he spoke of doing chores Moose chuckled and leaned down so he could look him right in the eyes. “So…” He drawled. “Just exactly what sort of “fun” were you just talking about Fatty? Is it something I‘d really like?”

Realizing that he had said something that probably sounded dirty Pj trying his best to avoid eye contact. An attempt which failed utterly when Moose took him by the chin and made him face him again with a smirk. “Oh… oh, ah you know… stuff like watching TV.” The chubby boy eventually said voice demure and timid. “That or maybe playing video games or having a meal together like we always do when you’re over my house.”

“Is that really what you mean by fun?” Moose asked, his hand letting go and sliding downwards over the swell of Pj‘s pot belly. “Because I know you can think of something better than all that.”

“O-Ok I might have been r-referring to you know… fooling around. “Pj added with a mumble, a squeak coming out of him when Moose’s large hand cupped his crotch and squeezed. “N-Not that that’s the only thing I like doing with you. It‘s just that it‘s all… it‘s really, really darn good.”

Moose let out a short bark of laughter at Pj attempt at foreplay. “Fucky Peeje baby, you really need to work on your dirty talk.” He teased as he backed away. “You could have just said: Your so fucking amazing at banging my chubby ass Moose, please oh please bend me over and slam your incredibly thick dick into my gaping hole again!”

Pj’s face went bright read at the thought of saying such a thing. Yet despite himself he decided to try to talk dirty. If only because Moose had said he wanted it. “L-Let me try again ok?” He asked steeling himself and thinking of the dirtiest thing he could say. “Moose… I… I, uh really like it when you pound my a-a-ass. Um… w-was that one ok?”

“It was prefect Fatty!” Moose cheered. “Got me going.”

Pj ducked his head smiling at the praise. “Thanks.” he replied. “I can say more if you want.”

“Naw, I rather use your mouth for something else.” A lustful gleam appearing in his eyes Moose glanced over to the large grandfather clock that was nestled in the corner of the room. Giving its face a once he grinned seeing the time and turned back down to Pj looking excited.  “Come on…” He said grabbing Pj‘s hand. “I want to see what this “fun” you were talking about is like over in the living room.” 

“O-On the couch?” Pj asked sounding hopeful. 

“There, on the floor, up against the wall, upside down in a vat of pudding, doesn’t matter where to me.” Moose said jokingly. “Only thing that’s important is you’re comfortable while I’m nailing your ass Peeje.”

It was after declaring his intentions that a frown crossed over Moose’s face, his posture becoming slightly uncomfortable. “One thing before we start though.” He started nervously. “We’ll have to finish before its six. I… I still got more work to do and having you around with your hot as hell body would distract me too much.”

Looking over to the clock himself Pj saw that it was around four only giving them two hours or so to do what they were about to do. Why was Moose putting a time limit on their time together? He had never done anything like that before. “Do I really have to leave at six?” He wondered voicing his thoughts. “I said I’d help you with the job remember? I really don’t mind.”

Moose shook his head. “No, I… I’m almost done around here so there’s no reason to bother you now.” He explained hastily. “Besides after I’m down with you you’ll be more in the mood to go home and sleep it off then do chores. You just make me so fucking horny Fatty. You’re amazing that way.”

Pj‘s face flushed at the compliment but still didn’t see why he had to leave. Opening his mouth to continuing arguing that fact he was blindsided when Moose silenced his objections with another scorching kiss. This one unlike the mostly innocent one before promising something more when Moose tugged down the waistband of his pants and barred his already hardening member. 

“See, there’s no reason to worry about cleaning babe.” Moose said wagging his hips from side to side, his cock mimicking a metronome. “Only thing you need to have on your mind right now is this hard-on you gave me and where I’m going to put it.” 

Unconsciously licking his lips as he watched the waving motions of the gorilla’s manhood Pj reasoned that Moose was right about cleaning. It could wait until he got his lips around that meaty thing. It was embarrassing to Pj, but even though it had only been four days since he had last seen that wonderfully thick organ he desperately wanted to touch it, suck on it, and worship it again.

It was so mesmerizing that Pj obediently allowed himself to be led through the foyer and into the living room like a pet on a leash, Moose’s aroused chuckling ringing in his ears as they made their way over to the couch and he was unceremoniously pushed down on top of it, his bottom connecting with the soft cushions as Moose stepped in front of him, dick still hanging out and tapping lightly against the tip of his nose. 

Smirking down at Pj as he dumbly stared at his penis Moose felt a surge of pride run through him. He defiantly wasn’t the largest guy down there Pj had ever been with. No, a certain alligator and a middle-aged elephant were vying for those honors. But, seeing the way he drooled over his nicely sized meat stroked his ego in all the right way.

His ego wasn’t the only thing that wanted to be stroked that afternoon though. Feeling his dick pulse when Pj’s hot breath went over it Moose took himself in hand and tapped the hefty shaft against Pj’s cheek and lips. “You want to know something Fatty?” Moose began huskily. “The big guy down there has been bugging the hell outta me ever since I left Sunday morning.”

Swallowing a large gulp of air Pj shyly peered upwards to the man looming over him. “H-He has?” He asked.

Moose hummed in response, a cheeky smile the first response. “Yup.” He confirmed. “He missed those expert cocksucking skills of yours.”

“W-Well if that’s the case we better rectify it, right?” Pj giggled, enjoying the game they were playing. 

Moose pretended to wince out of sympathy “Rectify?” He said jokingly. “Geeze that sounds sort of painful.”

“Trust me you’ll like this.” Pj grinned back.

Leaning forward Pj stuck his tongue out and swiftly dragged the slithery appendage across the head of Moose’s manhood several times in a slow circle. Then opening his mouth wide he went down on the gorilla as far as he could go, his kissed bruised lips sensually sliding over the crown and vein covered inches as the shaft went right down his convulsing throat. 

With his penis encased in the wet warmth that was Pj’s mouth Moose made a sound that was somehow a combination of a groan and growl, gritting his teeth till his jaw hurt as he was expertly deep throated. Why, oh why did it always surprised him that Pj was such a cockgobbling little whore. Maybe it was the way the pudgy boy acted so naïve. Whatever it was it only two minutes of the intense sucking for Moose start fighting off his fast approaching orgasm.  

Thankfully for his masculine pride, Moose was able to gain control of the impulse to cum at the very last moment, his and shooting down to capture Pj’s face by the cheeks and pull him off before it was too late to stop. “Man Peeje you’re really getting good at that. Must be all the practice.” Moose panted as he stood there holding the other man’s head. “You almost got a mouthful right then and there.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Pj said, his words slurred from the way his face was being squeezed.

“Yeah, but not that soon. I want this to last as long as it can.” Taking control of the blowjob he was receiving Moose shallowly and slowly began to thrust into Pj’s mouth, eagerly watching as his manhood slid back and forth between the boy’s lips as Pj stared back with glassy, lust fogged eyes. “You really are a great cocksucker you know that.” He commented. “Oh, and sorry if I’m all sweaty down there. Moving stuff around is hard work you know.” 

Whimpering as both sides of his face were cupped by warm hands and his gullet was stuffed full of gorilla meat Pj absently hummed “I don’t mind!” around the dick in his mouth and continued to tickle the tip of the erection in his mouth, savoring the flavor of the copious precum that poured from it like a fountain. 

There was just something about the idea of Moose being all dirty and sweaty from hard work that made Pj’s blood boil with unadulterated lust. It got so bad that without even thinking about how slutty he would look in doing so the pudgy boy began to openly rub himself through his shorts, his eyes fluttering closed as dribble ran down his chin and he moaned unabashedly around the cock in his mouth. 

Observing this erotic display from above Moose snickered at the way Pj was dryhumping his own hand. This was the point. The point he always looked forward to when they fooled around. Pj was starting to completely forget about his pretense of being an upright sexually demure person and changed into the total slut who would do anything to please himself and whoever he was with. If only he could be like this more often. Then again… having to drag his true feelings out of him kicking and screaming was half the fun of being with the dark furred boy. Well, that and actually fucking him.

Speaking of which… “I need to get naked and do you babe.” Moose declared as he let go of Pj’s face and quickly slid his pajama bottoms the rest of the way down his legs. 

Shivering as the old ratty piece of clothing pooled around his ankles the ape instantly fell forwards--Pj sliding further down in his seat as he did--and braced himself against the back of the couch with his hands, trapping the younger man still giving him head between his thighs and the cushions underneath. 

“Can I face fuck you for a bit?” The horny football jock asked before started. He might have wanted desperately to go wild but if Pj didn’t feel comfortable with what he wanted to do then he wouldn’t do it. 

Lucky for him Pj was just as eager to have his face mashed against his pubes, a wanton groan vibrating through Moose’s manhood as he sucked even harder and said the words, “oh god yes!”. It was hearing those submissive words that sent Moose into a lust fueled frenzy. Tightening his grip to make sure he didn’t lose balance he rolled his hips forward hard slamming his meat as far down the other boy’s throat as far as he could. 

Surprised by the force being used Pj nearly choked as his mouth was stuffed to the brim with gorilla cock. But with his level of experience giving blow jobs he quickly adjusted to the roughness and brought his hands up to grab hold of Moose’s flexing backside, kneading and squeezing the hairy half globes as he allowed the jock to do what he pleased.

And do what he pleased is exactly what Moose ended up doing. Snarling like an animal he brought his left foot up onto the couch and used the newfound traction to better increase the speed which he was using with his downward thrusts, once again there was a choking sound but Pj quickly put to rest any fears of Moose might have had of suffocating him by moaning and clenching his ass with his palms tighter. 

This pace was so erratic and brutal that once again Moose felt his orgasm rear its ugly head, a curse coming out of him as he started to lose control. What was with him today? He was cumming way too fucking fast! Something which he just couldn’t allow to happen yet. 

Reluctantly slowing his movements to a stop Moose took several deep breaths and peered down to the smiling face between his thighs. Snickering when he saw Pj’s bewildered yet more than willing expression he decided that face fucking him like he was, was something they should have tried earlier. 

“Y-You ok down there?” He asked him none the less, removing his cock do Pj could respond. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No… No I liked it.” Pj eagerly informed as he rubbed his sore jaw. “Don’t know if I could have kept it up though. Nearly ran out of air a few times.”

“Don’t worry I’m done with your mouth for now.” Putting both of his feet back onto the floor Moose quickly placed his hands on Pj’s shoulders and pushed him down onto his back with a lustful growl. “Good… now that your laying down I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember it on your death bed.” He promptly declared with a hungry look. “You have any problems with that Pee-Gay?”

Pj giggled when he heard Moose use one of the old mean-spirited nicknames that had he had bestowed on him back when they were just fearful nerd and aggressive schoolyard tormentor. Back then being called Pee-Gay had been the worse part of his day. Now however… hearing that name only served to turn him on more, the idea of having a “big mean bully” like Moose the brick wall Clancy about to do stuff to him making him squirm in anticipation.  

Amused himself by their little bit of role-playing Moose slid his hands under Pj’s shirt and effortlessly pulled the offending item off of the younger man’s plump body. The simple article of clothing flying into the air over his shoulder as he moved in to remove the bothersome pair of shorts and tighty-whities his boyfriend had on next.

“Moose, wait… you don’t have to tear them off like that!” Pj gasped as he was de-pantsed. “I can do it myself a lot gentler.”

“But you’ll end up taking forever and I don’t have time to waste, remember?” Moose said with a childish whine. “Yup, I need to hurry up, strip you down, slick up that tight hole of yours and spend the whole next two hours jamming Moose junior up your ass good and hard.”

Face blushing at that vividly filthy description of what was about to happen Pj laid there as Moose finished undressing him, the ape quickly slingshoting his underwear across the room and looking back down at him with a whistling catcall.

‘Why does he always do stuff like that?’ Pj wondered silently as he hastily covered himself, only to have his hand‘s slapped away. ‘It’s almost like he really does think I look sexy all naked. It’s so embarrassing.’

As if reading his mind Moose smirked and moved to climb onto the couch. “Fuck you look good laying there all naked.” He remarked. “I want to drag my tongue all over you babe. Look, you’re making me I’m harder than a rock!”

Quickly climbing onto the couch and getting into place between Pj’s legs the gorilla ground his bare crotch him chuckling. Reveling in the dirty friction that came from their dripping and hard members sliding together he nearly gave in and spilled once again. But, like the last two time, as much as he wanted to spunk all over Pj, Moose knew he couldn’t yet. This time had to be good. They had to have the best sex ever that night. It was important that they did.

Pushing down his own building desire to rush this part along Moose brought his fingers up to Pj’s mouth and trailed them across the crease there, the two thick digits pushing their way past his lips and inside. “Get them wet for me will you?” He instructed. “And do it slow; I like you sucking on them.”

Not even giving the idea a second thought Pj meticulously licked and nibbled on the intrusive fingers with loud slurps and quiet whimpers. This had to be one of the dirtiest things he had done, sucking on Moose’s hands so he could slick them up enough to put inside of him. But, he didn’t give a care about how his eagerness to be fucked looked anymore. He just wanted to be filled, breed by the ape once again. 

His fingers soaked with spit after a few moments Moose withdrew them and trailed his palm downwards, the slippery appendages working their into the hot furry crack in the middle of the overly plump half melons Pj claimed was his ass. 

The tips coming into contact with the sweet little pucker hidden at the center of the valley the randy quarterback took joy in the soft moan and fingers digging into his biceps as he jammed them in and started to finger his lover with a smirk. The smile only grew too when something slick covered his fingers as he moved them in and out. Looked like he wasn’t the only one Pj had let on top of him that night.

“You‘d you do the nasty with today Fatty?” Twisting his wrist and eliciting another round of groans, Moose got off on the knowledge that someone else had been inside of Pj earlier. “Who was it? Come on and tell me.”

“M-My dad.” Pj sputtered out head going back, exposing his neck.

Taking advantage of what was being presented to him Moose mouthed the cat’s Adam’s apple. “Mr. D? Shit, that’s so hot.” He mumbled against the flush skin. “Come on tell me all about it babe. Get me really going so I can bone your big ass really good!”

Wanting more than anything to have Moose pounding away at his posterior Pj wrapped his legs around the other man holding him tightly against his heaving body and started recounting what he had done to get his dad to agree to drive him over.  

“We-we did it in my room.” He started. “He made me strip down in front of him and rub my hands all over by butt. Told me to do it just like a stripper which was really embarrassing. I guess I was good at it though because after a few minute he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, forcing me to get onto all fours.” 

“Good, good then what did he do?” Finished using his fingers to open Pj up Moose moved his hand to his cock and pressed his erection against the puckering hole he was about to conquer. “Did he finger you like I just did or did he just go in at full force?”

“No he-he used his fingers on me first. Did it f-for ten whole minutes.” Pj admitted. “Got so worked up from it that I had a-an orgasm. Dad sort of got mad after that and spanked me. Said I should have waited until he was inside of me.”

“Well, that was really naughty of you.” Moose chuckled. “Did he fuck you after he finished spanking you? Please tell me he did.”

“Yeah… h-he did it extra hard so I’d get hard and cum for him again.” Pj informed as he felt the unmistakable tip of Moose’s cock pierce his pucker, the raw and stretched ring of muscle giving way as he moaned at the intrusion. “Grabbed me by the hips and really drove in. You know how he is when you’re in that position.”

The image of Pete slamming his dick into the same ass he was about to fuck spurning him on Moose thrust his hips forward, his entire length sheathing itself in Pj’s tight canal. The feel of the heat, the tight grip and the pulse, it was like an addiction to him by now. An addiction so powerful that it egged him on to start moving fast and hard, a cry of joy drifting into the air from Pj’s lips as they began rutting.

“Bet Mr. D rode you like the monster he is.” Moose grunted out as he gyrated his lower half back and forth. “Our horny old man just loves to slam away when he does it. Grunting and saying all those dirty things. I bet you made that face you do when you’re really getting fucked good. You know the one that makes people cum buckets.”

Looking down as he moved Moose laughed at seeing the expression he had just described on Pj’s face. Those aroused half lidded eyes. That dopy grin plastered on his face. The arousing tint in his cheeks that came from the slight shame going through his mind about how much he was enjoying himself. It was all just so fucking damn hot!! How he wished he could see that face for the rest of his life.  

Desperately trying to ignore the twinge that went through his chest at that last part Moose reasoned that the time for talking about previous sexual encounters had passed. The only one he needed to be concerned with right then was the one he was sharing with the chubby man under him. 

Staring down at the man under him intensely Moose picked up the speed and slammed into Pj’s upturned ass again and again, harder and harder, a series of grunts, meaty thwacks, and groans ringing in their ears as they continued on for god knows how long. So consumed they were with what they were doing that they completely failed to notice the sound of the front door opening or the heavy footsteps heading their way until a grumpy looking Pete sauntered into the room and saw them fucking right in front of him. 

“Well, well, well lookit what’s goin’ on in here.” The used car salesman’s exclaimed from behind the two rutting teens with a dirty chuckle. “Thought you said you’d be right out boy. What da fuck do you think yer doin’ lyin’ ta me ya spoiled brat?”

Slowing down when he heard Pete’s voice Moose peered over his shoulder--Pj peeking out from under him at the same time-- and grinned at seeing the large sinister man standing there leering at them. “Didn’t know you were here too Mr. D?” He asked. Shifting his attention back down to Pj he lowered his head till their noses touched. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t give me time to tell you much of anything before you all started this.” Pj huffed as he tried to hide his naked body from his dad’s lecherous eyes. “Sometimes you just move too fast for you own good.”

“Getting you undressed and ready to be fucked if for my own good. Yours too.” Moose was quick to argue. “And besides… taking it slow would be boring.”

Loudly coughing to interrupt the pair’s conversation Pete stepped up behind them and began removing his clothing, his intentions to join them regardless if they felt like having him join in or not clear to everyone. “You still haven’t answered me sonny boy.” He said directing his words to Pj. “Why’d ya lie yer ass off and leave me sittin’ in da fuckin’ dark ass car?”

Cringing at the realization that he had done just that Pj warily peeked over Moose’s shoulder. “I-I didn’t mean for it to happen sir!” He explained. “I just sort of got carried away with Moose and before I knew it I was--AHHH!!”

Stopping Pj’s excuse before he could finish Moose started moving inside of him again, his backside plunging forward with a snap, burying his manhood back into the younger boy’s ass roughly. “Don’t be so humble fatty.” He teased. “This is all your doing.”

Glancing back over to Pete who was now naked from the waist up the gorilla winked, silently informing that he should play along. Getting the hint Pete leaned against a nearby chair and glowered at his son. “Tell me all about it monkey boy.”

“Alright Mr. D.” Continuing to fuck Pj wit Hough pause Moose quickly thought over what he was about to say and spoke in an almost solemn voice. “The second he came in here he started seducing me sir.” He said feigning innocence. “I tried to fight him off but he was crazed. Slammed me against the wall and started unzipping my pants without even asking! You know what a brute he is.”

“That‘s not how it happened dad. Moose, you started it!” Pj accused, trying to form sentences as he was driven into repeatedly. “He’s the one who kissed me first. Then he went and pulled out his c-cock…. AHH!” 

“I don’t give a shit who started it!” Pete growled lowly. “Only thing I know for sure boy is that instead of doin’ what you went an promised me you go an decide you rather leave your dear old, sufferin’ dad in his car, all alone while you go and splay yerself over this here couch gettin’ yer lardy ass fuck-a-fied six ways to Sunday by some banana breathed football jockey.”

Finished with his disrobing Pete strode over to the two boys and gave them an evil look. Inhaling quickly he hawked the biggest loogie he could muster into his hand and roughly shoved his fingers into Moose‘s asscrack, his fingers carelessly digging and probing into the hole at its center. “Well iffin ya needed a reamin’ that badly we could have just stayed at home and fucked all night long.” He concluded. “Course then we wouldn’t have Moosey here joinin’ in now would we?” 

Twisting his wrist the middle aged man drilled his fingers into Moose’s anus, the violent action nearly making the gorilla loose his balance on top of Pj. “FUCKING HELL MR. D!” Moose cried out hoarsely. “D-Do that again. Fuck, please do that again!”

“In due time kid, in due time.” Pete smirked. “Right now this here daddy feels like havin’ himself a nice hot monkey meat sandy-wich. You two cockmongering bitches feel up ta oblige-i-natin’?”

“Anything you want sir!” Both Pj and Moose eagerly replied as Pete withdrew his hand and climbed up onto the couch alongside them, his great bulk pinning Moose between himself and Pj as his turgid cock wormed its way between the ape’s rounded asscheeks, instantly finding its target after months of practice.

With the trio descending into a debacherous encounter of wet smacks and choruses of moans and groans they were completely unaware of the fact that an expansive looking Rolls-Royce had pulled up in front of the pristine mini-mansion. Inside of this mysterious vehicle the man driving it quickly shifted it into park, a displease glower crossing his face as he looked over Pete‘s vintage Studebaker through the windshield of his car. 

“Who the hell would dare park that Junker in front of my place?” The stranger huffed as he pulled his key out of the ignition. “Whoever it was they’re going to be sorry.”

“Is something wrong sir?” A disembodied female voice asked from seemingly nowhere.

Making an irritated noise the driver held up a cellphone to his ear and grouchily responded to whoever who had just spoken to him. “No, everything is fine Mrs. Stanson. There just seems to be an abandoned car parked in front of my old house.” He complained. “Be a dear and look up the number of a local towing service for me. I’m going to have to have it removed before I leave on Saturday.”

“Sure thing sir.” Mrs. Stanson, the woman on the phone chimed in. “I‘ll need a few moments though to look it up.”

“Take your time.” Allowing his assistant to look up the number he needed the man who had been driving the car exited the vehicle and stepped out into the dim light shining down from the street lamps high above, his features fully revealed. 

He was a middle-aged gorilla, his fur a grayish-black in color and his body slightly doughy and soft but still physically fit in many ways. Brushing off some stray crumbs from the hastily bought and ate meal he had ordered while he was out he adjusted the jacket of his top designer made business suit and tightened the tie around his neck. 

“Ugh, that thing is decrepit looking.” He said referring to car offending his stylish senses. 

Removing his briefcase from the back seat of his own automobile the snobby man ambled his way over to the old car in front of his house. Kicking the back tire when he was close enough he hoped for a moment that it would fall apart before his very eyes. After all he could probably get something for the scrap. But alas the old thing held up, its refusal to do so only making him angrier as his cell phone came to life again.

“Alright sir I’ve found a place nearby.” Mrs. Stanson’s voice came over the speaker. “It’s called Bubba’s part-time towing and the number is five-five-five-six-two-two-one-eight-four-four.”

“Figures a hick town would have a towing service with a hick name.” The mystery man remarked snobbishly. Tempering his emotions after his small outburst the uptight business man fan his hand through his slightly graying hair and spoke to his assistant again. “Thank you for finding the number for me. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get something more in your check come next pay day for helping me with something that’s not in your job description. 

“It wasn’t any problem Mr. Clancy.” Mrs. Stanson said with a small giggle. “Is there anything else I can do for you while I’m still at the office?”
 
Frowning, the stranger, Mr. Gordon Clancy ace attorney at law and father to none other than Moose Clancy headed for the front door of his old home his lips mouthing a few silent words in thought before he responded to the question he had been asked. 

“Yes, I’d like you to find those files we need for the McKinley case and have it on my desk by Saturday afternoon if you would.” He instructed. “Oh and I’m going to need you prep those two witnesses we need before then too.”

“Whatever you want sir.” Mrs. Stanson sighed, her dip in mood caused by the workload she had just been given. “I’ll get right to it.”

“Thank you.” Gordon said flatly. “When I get back to New York on Monday I’ll be heading straight back to the office so we can discuss how we’ll tackle the defense‘s strategy.” 

Finished speaking to his associate Mr. Clancy snapped his phone shut and went to use his key to gain entry to his old house. Only thing was when he tried to use it in the keyhole he unexpectedly found it already open, the barrier swinging opening before his eyes much to his irritation. 

“Did that irresponsible boy leave the door unlocked?” He growled out. “Of all the… I’ll have to have another talk with him.”

Pushing the door open and stepping inside with a huff Gordon went to shout for his son to get his ass down stairs so he could scold him for his negligence. He wasn’t heating the whole neighborhood after all. But before he could even bellow the first syllable a strange series of noises drew his attention. Growing quiet he listened as panting and grunting filtered into the parlor from the direction of his living room.

“What on earth is that?” Gordon wondered. 

Concerned that some sort on animal had gotten in because of his son’s failure to shut the front door, the middle-aged ape grabbed one of the umbrellas propped up against the coat rack and brandished it like a club as he raced towards the racket ready to investigate. An action which he instantly came to regret as he barreled through the archway. 

Dropping his “weapon” Mr. Clancy gasped out in pure horror at what he had just come across. There, on his nice clean white couch was an overweight slob of a man, his thickset, sweaty, and completely nude body writhing in ecstasy as he gyrated his gargantuan ass back and forth grunting like a wild beast.

But the thing that truly made Gordon’s heart stop and his face go white was who he saw when the large man rolled over to one side noticing his intrusion. Between this heavyset intruder and boy who looked disgustingly identical to the first was his own son. The younger ape slowing down in his own movements and twisting his head around to look back at him, his eyes going wide and his mouth hanging open when he did.

For several minutes there was complete silence after Gordon caught his son having sex with two fat men. Both father and son staring at each other in shock. Then suddenly Mr. Clancy’s face went pink, the almost unnatural color quickly shifting to red, to blue, and lastly a very unhealthy looking dark purple. 

Next thing anyone knew the older gorilla was taking a deep breath so that he could yell so loud that the very windows shook and several neighbors stuck their heads out of their windows startled by the deafening roar of, “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE!”, as it echoed across the neighborhood and into the post sunset sky.

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Several awkward and embarrassing minutes later…

(Well Mr. Diary there it is. That’s how I first met my Moose’s dad. Naked and moaning under his son and my own father. And oh boy, I don’t think anything that embarrassing had ever happened to me before or since. Something which as you know from what I’ve told you is really saying something. 

Anyway, after we all recovered from Mr. Clancy’s epic shouting fit--Seriously the man could give Mr. Wey a run for his money in that department--me, my dad, and Moose all scrambled off of each other like we were on fire and clamored to get dressed. Well… if I’m being honest only Moose and me were the only ones running around panicking. My dad, being his usual self, just grumbled about the interruption and strolled over to Mr. Clancy and asked him if they had met somewhere before and that if he wanted his turn he’d have to settle for sloppy seconds.

As you can expect that really didn’t go over well and Moose and I had to pull both of them apart before things could get ugly. Thankfully things quieting down after that. The three of us getting dressed in silence as Mr. Clancy glared daggers at us from across the room. Peeking over to him as I slipped on my shorts I got the distinct impression that all of us were about to have a very long and very serious conversation that wasn’t going to end well. Boy, did the thought of that really scare me. Almost as much as Mr. Clancy himself did. But even if he did frighten me there was something about Mr. Clancy that made me want to sneak glances at him as I dressed. I kept wondering if Moose would look like him when he got older. If it was true then I don’t think I’d mind that one but. Not that I was thinking about anything dirty that night Mr. Dairy. Just curious is all.)

Holding his hands together up to his face a very angry and confused Gordon Clancy tapped his upper lip with his extended index fingers a few times and glared over to the couch he would be burning to ashes later from his seat on his old recliner. 

Taking stock of the trio who were thankfully now fully dressed and seated on the sullied piece of furniture he silently and thoughtfully observed them with a look that was equal parts disgust, rage, and a third emotion that he pushed deep down inside himself. He was just glad his wife, Patricia Clancy had opted to remain back in the city. Walking in on something that revolting would have made her faint.

It was only after what felt like the longest wait in history that the New York lawyer decided that it was time he spoke, his voice calm and tempered but very tense at the same time. “Alright… now, as a lawyer and a man of great patience I’ll give you one chance to explain yourself.” He began in a professional sounding tone. “Whenever you’re ready of course.”

Sandwiched between a very red-faced Moose and his own annoyingly blasé father Pj dropped his eyes down to his lap, the fear of having to look Moose’s dad in the eyes overwhelming him when he heard that authoritative tone. This defiantly wasn’t how he pictured meeting with one of Moose’s parents. 

But, as much as he wanted to keep his trap shut and shrivel up and blow away Pj knew that he had to respond to the question that had been asked. If only because no one else seemed to want to. “Well you see sir…” He drawled after taking a deep breath. “…and I know you’re going to find this funny, but the three of us were just--” 

“I wasn’t talking to you!” Gordon cut in harshly. “I was speaking to my son.” 

His vision snapping over to Moose the older man glared at the teenager, his displeasure radiating off of him in waves. “Alright, son like I said: I’m going to give you one chance.” He told him. “Tell me why I caught you engaging in homosexual sex with that fat bastard over there and who I’m assuming is his son.”

Unaware of the way Pete frowned at the insult just hurled his way Moose gave a long suffering sigh and opened his mouth to start explaining himself. Only problem was when he went to do so the quarterback suddenly became tongue-tied. How could he explain fucking around with guys after keeping it a secret for so long? 

He could try lying like he had before Moose supposed. But, given that he had been caught red-handed playing the part of “meat” in a hot and steamy D‘caht sandwich there was no way his dad would believe that sort of fib. It was only when he looked over to Pj that he realized that he had to tell the truth. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings by denying their relationship. 

“I was having sex with him because he’s my boyfriend pops.” Moose hesitantly said to his father. “His name is Pj D’caht and we’ve been going out since February.”

Sputtering Gordon stared at his son in shock, shaking his head hard in an attempt to wake himself up from the bad dream he must have been having.  Unfortunately no matter how hard he tried it didn’t work. “You’re gay!” He bemoaned covering is face with his hands. “B-But that can’t be true. No, not after the time I caught you trying to sneak those three girls into your room!”

“Pops, I’m not gay I’m bi.” Moose groaned. He hated explaining that to people. “And please don’t talk about the Hayes triplets! That happened all the way back when I was fourteen and my boyfriend is right here!”

Any confusion still going through his mind at what he had learned evaporating when his son mouthed off to him Gordon shot Moose one of his scathing lawyer glares. The very same ones that were now infamous for making even the most hardboiled criminals pee their pants on the witness stand.  

“I will say whatever I wish young man.” Gordon snapped with all the authority of a parent he could muster. “And as for what I’m going to be saying, trust me it’s not going to be anything pleasant!” 

Shifting in his seat to fully face his son the New York lawyer gave Moose a look of utter disappointment. “How can you do something as disgusting as sleeping with men Yancey? Let alone two at the same time!” He scolded. “I thought me and your mother raised you better than--”

Drawing attention to himself before Mr. Clancy could finish demoralizing speech Pete held up his hand and rudely grunted causing him to stop. “Whoa, whoa, whoa now wait one minute there Magilla.” He said starting to snicker. “What did you jus call yer boy a minute ago?”

Perturbed at being interrupted by someone who he would never speak with on his own Mr. Clancy answered the rude question waspishly. “I called him Yancey sir.” He said snidely. “That‘s the name me and his mother gave him after all.”

Slowly turning their heads towards Moose both Pj and Pete stared at the ape with bewildered expressions, Moose instantly avoiding eye contact with them when they did. It was only after a whole minute that he responded to the unasked question. “What? Did you guys really think my parents would name one of their kids Moose?” He asked. “Moose is just an old nickname I got when I was a kid. I use it because it sounds a hell of a lot better than Yaaaan-ceeeey.”

“You should be proud of the name Yancey son!” Gordon reprimanded sternly. “You were named after mine and your grandfather’s favorite football player Yancey Pigpen. We thought it would inspire you to greatness. Of course we hadn’t meant for it to inspire you to play football.” 

Moose grew quiet after that disheartening statement, everyone else following suit. Looking over to him Pj felt sorry at the way his dad had just put him down. “Well I think it’s a nice name.” He said quietly. “Why on earth did you keep it a secret?”

“Really Peeje?” Moose said with a huff of laughter. “You can’t see why? What’s my last name?”

“It’s Clancy.” Pj stated matter-of-factly. Suddenly the reason for Moose’s silence about his real name became quite clear. “Wait… if that’s your last name and your first name is Yancey then that means your full would be…”

“YANCEY CLANCY!” Pete finished letting out a braying laugh. “Bawh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Yer fuckin’ name’s YANCEY CLANCY!!  Yancey Clancy da big gay ol’ Nancy!!! That‘s got ta be the funniest thing I ever fuckin’ heard!!!!”

Comically hanging his head down between his shoulders in shame as Pete continued to howl with laughter Moose let out a long groan and closed his eyes in humiliation. The only comfort he got as the chortling went on and on was Pj’s sympathetic hand patting his back as he did his best to contain his own snickers. 

“It’s not that bad Moose, really.” Pj offered gently. “Certainly not the worse I’ve ever heard.”

Feeling better because of Pj’s kind words Moose looked up at him and gave a small smile. “It isn’t?”

Pj shook his head in response and used his free hand to gently caress Moose’s cheek. “Not even close.” he began. “You should hear the names of some of the people my dad used to work with. There was this old man named Sylvester Shyster and another guy called Eli Squinch.”

“Yikes… and I thought I had it rough.” Moose said returning to his usual cocky and jokey self. “Those names sort of sound like the ones you hear in old comic books.” 

Putting and arm around Pj he pulled him close to kiss his forehead. Moose didn’t know how he did it but the tubby little guy always knew the right thing to say to make him feel good. Must be why he liked being around him all the time. 

However the boost of happiness Moose was feeling was soured the very moment when his dad, having watched the exchange closely, stomped his foot getting everyone’s attention. “Excuse me gentlemen but I don’t think we’re finished discussing what has occurred here.” He tensely said. “Now would you all kindly shut up so I can say my piece?”

Pulling his arm free Moose returned to looking down at his lap in submission, Pj joining suit after he elbowed Pete in his large gut gently to get him to stop laughing. Back in control Gordon began pacing back and forth muttering under his breath. 

“I swear, if your mother and I knew you’d be engaging in such hedonistic proclivities like homosexual intercourse we would have never agreed to let you stay in Spoonerville when we moved!” The uptight man said lecturing his son harshly. “I only hope that this… this thing you were doing with these individuals is the only sort of sick activity you’ve engaged in.”

“Bub, you ain’t got no idea. Ol’ Yancey da Nancy’s been spreadin’ his legs all over town.” Holding his hand out Pete started counting off Moose’s numerous sexual escapades much to Gordon’s growing horror. “Let’s see… he’s been fucky-fied by yours truly, this chunky slut next ta me, my mechanic, both his best friends, his football coach, bunch of teachers, a salami salesman, da security guards workin’ here, yer gardener, oh… and get this lawyer man: he even yanked down his drawers and let my three old poker buddies gangbang his hairy ass all at da same time! Best damn party I’ve ever--HUMMMPH!!”

Reacting before his dad could continue with his lurid retelling of the poker party Pj jumped out of his seat and clamped his gloved hand over the shameless man’s big mouth. How could he just go about blabbing all of that stuff in front of Moose’s dad like that? Checking to see how angry Mr. Clancy was he was mortified to see his face changing colors once again.  

“He’s just kidding around Mr. Clancy.” Pj said hoping that his fibbing would placate the older man. “Moose is a respectable and upstanding citizen.”

Growling under the hand that had been slapped over his face Pete grabbed his chubby son by the scruff of his shirt and pulled him off, a dirty look making Pj wince as he was dropped back into his seat. “What da fuck are ya talkin’ ‘bout!?” He said staring his son down. “Monkey boy over there fucks almost as many asses as yers truly. Sumthing ta be proud of iffin I say so.”

“Dad… not in front of Mr. Clancy.” Pj pleaded.

Looking over to said ape Pete gave a snort. “Like I give two shits iffin I piss off the stuffed shirt over there.” Smirking sinisterly he grabbed Pj’s face with one of his hand and squeezed, making the younger man’s lips pucker. “B’sides, it’s not like he ain’t da only one with a flamin’ slut fer a son.” He chuckled. “Nah… when it comes ta whorin’ around baby boy you got banana breath beat by a country mile. Makes me all horny jus thinking’ bout it right now.”

Pulling Pj towards him by the face Pete went to give him one of those dominating kisses that always left the younger man whimpering and aching for some hard fucking between the sheets. Their lip lock was interrupted however, the mood ruined before their lips even touched by a scandalized gasp from a gaping and red faced Gordon Clancy who was darting his eyes back and forth between them.

Looking completely uncomfortable about what was happening before him Gordon quickly turned away with an almost audible snap. He couldn’t believe what he just almost witnessed. “My god you two… you two a-a-are s-sic…” Taking a large gulp of air he grew quiet for a moment before he continued on in a more controlled manner. “Well, I think I’ve seen quite enough of this travesty.”

Standing up suddenly so he could pace back and forth in front of everyone Mr. Clancy placed his hands behind his back and grumbled to himself for several moments before he began speaking to his son. “Yancey… It’s apparent now that I made a grievous mistake allowing you to stay here in a backwater hick town like Spoonerville!” He spoke as if he were giving his closing statements during a trial. “But don’t worry son I’ll save you from this sort of alternative lifestyle and put you back onto your path to success. Not your original one we had planned for you but a new one that‘s just as good.”

Standing himself Moose sighed and looked down at Pj then back up to his father. “Pops, me being with Pj isn’t and alternative lifestyle or whatever you wanna call it!” He said firmly. “Actually… and I know this isn’t the right time but I’m sorta in l--”

“I don’t care! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!” Gordon shouted clenching his fists. Pointing over to where the stairs were he quickly barked out a command. “All I want is for you to go upstairs and get back to packing your things.” He yelled. “I’m moving up our flight out of this country bumpkin hamlet to tomorrow morning. I can’t risk you spending any more time around people like-like-like them!”

“But pops you said we were staying until Saturday!” Moose said panicking.

“That was before I found out what… w-who you were associating with.” Shifting his attention down to Pj and Pete next Gordon shot them a disgusted look and motioned to his front door. “As for you two sickos I won’t inform the authorities about what you do in your own home but I want you to get the hell out of mine.” He told them. “Make it quick and make sure no one sees you exiting my house. I plan on selling and I don’t want you bringing down its property value.” 

Being a man used to being obeyed when he issued out commands Gordon quickly spun around storming towards the room‘s exit. Pulling out his cellphone as he walked he dialed the number of the airline he had used to fly out to Spoonerville. He didn’t have time to waste on his son and his… friends anymore. He had travel plans to rearrange, some paperwork to get done, and most of all pour several glasses of scotch down his throat so he could forget about what he had seen his son doing.

Watching as Mr. Clancy exited the room in a hissy fit Pete snorted in entertaining way the gorilla had acted. The uptight, self-righteous bastard must have had a stick so far up his ass that it was coming out the other end. Real shame too in his opinion. If the older Clancy had been more agreeable when he had invited him to their orgy they all might have had some fun. If one horny monkey was fun to fuck then two were ever better he reasoned.

Grinning at the thought of splitting the lawyer’s ass apart with his thick dick Pete grunted and rolled his body out of his seat, lumbering upright. Giving his slightly numb ass a scratch he turned and began walking out of the room himself. “Well, boys since it looks like we ain’t gonna be fuckin’ ‘round no more I’m leavin’.” He announced as he moseyed along. “Gonna raid yer fridge fer some liquid refresh-a-men first though. Drillin’ yer ass worked up one hell of a thirst.”

Sighing in a fond manner at the way Pete had described their earlier session Moose happily waved him off towards the kitchen. “Go ahead and take anything you like Mr. D.” He called after him. “There’s actually still one of those imported beers Pj brought over in September still in there if you want it.”

“Hey now that is a surprise.” Pete said chuckling as he walked through the archway and into the parlor.

Left alone after his father left for the kitchen Pj looked over to Moose unsure of what to say after the talk they had just had with his dad. It certainly didn’t sound like the older man liked him on bit. What was even more disturbing was what he had said about moving their flight to the next morning.  

“Um… Moose? W-What did your dad mean by you two leaving town?” He asked the primate fearfully. “Are you going to New York to visit your parents again for a while?”

“No Peeje I‘m not going to visit. I’m going there to live.” Turning, Moose gazed over to the other boy with an incredibly sad face. “Pop’s is forcing me to move in with him and mom. He’s even arranged for me to take a job in the mailroom in his law firm and everything.”

Heart dropping to the bottom of his stomach hearing that Pj frantically darted his eyes around the room not knowing where he should look. How could he possibly respond to such devastating news? Finally after what felt like an eternity he asked a confused sounding question. “I-I don’t understand. Why are you moving?!” He cried. “Don’t you like it here in Spoonerville?”

His gut twisting at the heartbroken tone directed towards him Moose sighed deeply and flopped down on the couch, motioning Pj to scoot closer so he could place an arm around him. “It’s not that I don’t like living here babe.” Moose said wrapping an arm around him. “Me moving is part of a deal me and my parents made a few years ago. A really, really stupid one now that I think about it.”

Pj rested his head on Moose’s chest not at all liking the way the conversation was going. “What sort of deal?” He wondered. 

Not seeing any reason to keep secrets anymore Moose gave a long drawn out sigh and turned to Pj, sadly beginning the tale about what he had agreed to when he was younger. “Alright, so back when I was in my first sophomore year my mom and dad decide to surprise the family and tell everyone that we’re moving to New York.” He started. “My older brothers and sister got real excited when they heard about it but I was completely against the idea. I mean, if we were moving then I’d have to leave all the friends and quit the football team at school. It sucked hard.”

“Well, I suppose it would.” Pj agreed. After spending so much time with Moose he had come to learn how important football was to the ape. He not only played it but covered his bedroom walls in posters and watched it every chance he got. “What happened next?”

“I sort of threw a tantrum.” Moose smirked. “Not that it went over well. Mom just told me to accept it and Dad couldn’t even be bothered.” Withdrawing his arm Moose leaned forward his face distant and his hands folded in his lap. “I didn’t give up though. I kept begging and begging and begging and eventually they got so sick of me that they said yes out of pure frustration. They even kept the old house here so I‘d have a place to live”

“So that’s why you live in such a big place by yourself.” Pj said, a puzzle piece he had long been wondering about finally falling into place. “But why would they agree to something like that? Most parents wouldn’t even let their kids have the house all to themselves for a weekend.”

“Well, there are two reasons they said yes. Number one is I promised to do my best in school so I could get into a good college.” Moose explained casually. “They’re sort of real strict when it comes to stuff like that. Everyone who’s a Clancy has to succeed or else. They even planned out our future careers beforehand so we’d know what to study the most.”

“They planned out your careers?” Pj said incredulously. “How long ago did they make these plans?”

Moose gave a snort. “When we were born.” He revealed, perturbed by the fact. “They went to this seminar in the eighties that told them all about how to ensure your future children’s success. You should see the big chart they keep in their bedroom in New York. Cutouts of our faces on it and everything.”

“Oh…” Mulling that over for a moment Pj realized how easy he had it when it came to prenatal expiations. His own dad had never forced him into a career he didn’t want. In fact Pete didn’t even seem to care. “Um, what was the other reason why they let you stay?”

“Second reason they agreed to let me stay here is because I promised them I would come to New York once I was finished with high school and do whatever they told me to do.” Moose chuckled ruefully at the thought. “You know if I didn’t get into the college they had picked out for me. Which I not giving my horrible grades.”

“S-So that‘s why you have to move.” Pj said finally understanding. “You’re going to be graduating this year so no more high school.” 

Looking away for a moment Moose looked away quickly then turned back to Pj almost sheepishly. “Actually Fatty I failed this year again so I won’t.” He admitted sort of embarrassed. “Like I just said: I have horrible grades. I might be good a football but I’m not so good when it comes to schoolwork.”

“Well, if you’re failing then that’s a good thing!” Pj reasoned brightly. When Moose raised an eyebrow at what he had said the pudgy boy hissed and gave him an apologetic look. He hadn’t meant to sound rude. “Sorry.” He muttered shyly. “I didn’t mean it was good that you weren’t graduating. I just meant that if you’re not passing that means you’re not technically finished with school yet. Um… that is right, right?”

“Wish it was Peeje but they’re going to be kicking me out this year.” Moose informed. Getting to his feet Moose strolled over to the fireplace and looked over the various pictures he kept there of him, Tony, and Billy. “I’m going to be twenty-three in June and that’s the age limit to attend Spoonerville high. If I want a diploma now I’ll have to get it through one of those home courses. Something which my parents told me I’m going to do in New York.”

Visibly deflating after hearing that Pj sniffled, barely holding back his emotions. He just couldn’t imagine his life without Moose around. He had become such an important part of it in the last couple of months. “So… there’s no possible way to keep you here than is there?” He asked sadly. “None at all?”

“Nope, and I really wish there was babe.” Moose replied equally despondent. “I mean… I could tell my old man to shove it but he’d just cut me off and without a diploma I can’t get a good enough job to support myself.” 

There was a small pause where Moose growled in anger, his fists clenched tight. “I really wish they had just forgotten about our damn deal. But no, they go and bring it up first thing when I come home for spring break! They even tried to force me to stay in New York back instead of finishing my last year here.”

Ears twitching when he heard the words “spring break” Pj suddenly understood something that had puzzled him for the last few weeks. “Wait, you‘ve known since you were leaving since April!?” He said eyes going wide. “I-Is that why you’ve been so affectionate lately? All that kissing and nuzzling and stuff, even in front of Billy and Tony?”

“Figured I’d make the most of what time we still had left together.” Moose shrugged. “That’s also why I wasn’t going to tell you I was leaving until Thursday. Wanted you to see you being your usual happy self until the very last moment.” 

When Pj grew quiet after he said that Moose sighed and went back over to him, holding out his hand for him to take. “Come on; want to help me upstairs with the packing?” Looking into his eyes the primate smiled weakly, Pj returning it hesitantly. “That way we could spend some more time together before… you know.”

“Yeah I’ll help.” Pj nodded as he took the offered palm and was lifted from his seat. “But I’m really going to miss you.”

Moose chuckled and leaned down for a kiss. “Me too babe.”

Beckoning Pj to follow him after they parted, Moose led them through the living room and over to the stairs which they climbed together in silence. Their eyes downcast as they ruminated over their upcoming separation neither boy noticed as Pete stepped out from a nearby doorway, the sinister man’s eyes following them as they ascended up to the second floor.

Waiting until after they were gone Pete quickly downed the last of the beer he had opened as he listened to their pair’s conversation and crushed it in his fist. The crinkle of aluminum ringing out as he shifted his vision over to a family portrait of the Clancy family on a nearby wall. Taking in the faces of the six apes depicted on the glossy, department store image he narrowed his eyes, zeroing in on the family’s patriarch. He swore that he had seen that man somewhere before.

Acting on his hunch Pete took out his smart phone and brought up the browser. Typing in an address of he quickly brought up his webpage called HAND-C or going by its full acronym Horny and Naughty Daddy Connection. It was a seedy little hook-up site that the large man often visited. The many, many posted profiles giving him a never ended supply of fellow perverts who wanted to fuck around on the downlow and sometimes out in the open.  

After checking his messages and filing away one or two for later Pete moved his thumb over to the search field and quickly typed something in, tapping the small magnifying glass after to start the search. Within a matter of seconds several new profiles popped up, the first of which confirming the sneaking suspicion that had been pestering his mind since he had laid eyes on Moose’s father.

“Well, well, well, looks like I wuz right.” Pete remarked to himself with a sleazy grin. Going into the profile proper he flipped through a few of the pictures he found there and slowly began to make his way down the same hallway he had seen Moose’s father go down earlier. “Ooh this here is gonna ta be fun.”

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Gordon Clancy’s home office….

Completely unaware of what was currently coming his way a very grouchy looking Gordon Clancy sat behind the desk located inside of his old office one had holding a stack of paper work while the other one held his trusty cell phone up to his ear as he patiently listened to his wife, Patricia Clancy speak to him over the line. 

“…So you and Yancey will be coming home on Friday then?” Mrs. Clancy said mildly surprised. “I thought you said you were going to be staying a few extra days while you arranged things with the realtor.”

“I was but I decided against it.” Gordon said calmly. Balancing his phone on his shoulder quickly the ape grabbed a highlighter off of the desk and marked a few lines of text on the document he had been reading before he had been distracted. “I hope you don’t mind me spending the extra money to have our flight changed. Cost a small fortune to rearrange everything.”

“What’s a few thousand dollars matter if it means you and Yancey will be home? It’s not like we can’t afford it after all.” Patricia laughed lightly. “And what’s even better is that since you’ll be home early that means you’ll be able to escort me to that big charity dinner the mayor is throwing!”

Gordon made a disgruntled face at the mention of the dreadful affair. “Didn’t we just go to one of those blasted dinners?” He asked with a sigh. 

Thinking back, yes he did clearly remember attending an event where he had been cornered at the buffet table by the assistant district attorney. The overweight wombat had talked his ear off for a good twenty minutes about how he had flawlessly convicted some criminal bulldog who went by the street name “Mugshot” before Gordon had made an excuse and beat a hasty retreat.  

“Can’t you attend that awful thing by yourself?” Gordon suggested after thinking about that past experience. “It’s not like it wouldn’t be the first time you did.” 

There was an annoyed huff over the phone at Gordon’s attempt to avoid his husbandly duties, the haughty and perturbed exhale of air joined by the snippy words, “I will not go to another party by myself Gordon Clancy you hear me.” Patricia snapped. “Not after I went to all of those events at your law firm!”

“Yes dear.” Finding something else that he needed to check over in his paperwork Gordon quickly placed his phone down on the desk and used his highlighter again. With what he had just found he‘d be able to trump the defense with one swift motion!

His happiness at finding was short lived though, Mrs. Clancy’s voice shouting up at him from the top of his workspace. “Gordon? Gordon you better have not hung up on me mister!” She shouted. “We are still discussing this!”

‘Seems like we’re always discussing something’ Gordon thought to himself bitterly. Taking a deep breath he picked his cell back up and spoke to his wife gently. “Patricia… I’m sorry, but as much as I’d like to take you I just can’t. When I get home I have witnesses to prep, evidence to double check, and opposing motions to quash.”

“You know if you reconsider I might just end up wearing that nice little blue dress you love.” Patricia tried seductively. “You know the strapless one with the high slit that really shows off my chest.”

There was a stir in Gordon’s pants at the mention of that certain dress. Usually he couldn’t keep his hands off of his wife when she wore that. But as tempting as that was he needed some time to himself after everything that had happened that day. 

“I’m still sorry love but I can’t go.” He said with finality. “But, if you truly need an escort then might I suggest taking Yancey? You could introduce him to New York high society. Maybe arrange for him speak with some of the daughters of your more wealthy friends.”

“Oh my, what a wonderful idea Gordon!” Mrs. Clancy exclaimed gleefully after quickly mulling over her husband’s idea. “But if I do I’ll have to have a suit made for him. I don’t think we have any here decent enough for him.” 

“Yes, you go and do that. I‘m sure Yancey will love whatever you pick out.” Relieved that he had avoided the part Gordon sighed and began to pack up his papers into his suitcase. It was good to finally be finished with all of the work he had brought with him. Now all he had to do was relax the rest of the night and do some things for personal pleasure. Or he would once he finished his current phone call with his lovely wife.

“Um, look Patricia hunny I hate to cut this short but I just found some more documents I have to comb over immediately so I have to go.” Gordon lied as he leaned back getting comfortable. “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about before I go?”

“No, No I just wanted to see how you and Yancey were faring Gordon.” Patricia replied, sounding distracted. Most likely she had already started flipping through the yellow pages looking for a good tailor to make their son’s suit. Only the best would do after all. “I expect you to call me once your flight lands though. I‘ll send the driver around to pick you up so you don’t have to take a cab.”

“Don’t worry dear I will.” Gordon responded back equally distant. “Goodbye.” 

“Huh? Oh yes, goodbye to you too Gordon.” Patricia said back still not paying attention. “Kiss, kiss.”

“Kiss, kiss.” Ending the call Gordon let out a slow breath, glad that he had gotten through the call as quickly as possible. He loved his wife dearly, he truly did, but sometimes it was a hassle dealing with here. Not that he supposed he was any better. They both had the same overwhelming drive to succeed that left little time for any of the things most married couple did. In face Gordon couldn’t even remember the last time they had spent a romantic evening together. 

Thoughts of his wife and both their instinctual needs to be the best bouncing around in his mind Gordon picked up the glass of scotch he had left on the file cabinet behind his desk. After all the stress he had gone through in the last hour or so he could do with a nice buzz to forget his troubles. 

However, just as the ape was about to raise the brim to his lips, his newfound peace and quiet was unexpectedly interrupted when there was a loud knocking at the door which led back out into the office.

Not at all pleased by the intrusion the middle aged ape tensed up and glared at the closed door. The person who had so foolishly chosen to interrupt him was most likely his wayward son. Probably coming to beg him to reconsider leaving town earlier than they had planned. Well, if that was what Yancey was going to do then Gordon wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of entertaining his attempt.

Swirling his drink in its glass Gordon spun his chair to the side and proudly looked over the framed awards he had forgotten to take with him when he moved. “Not now Clancy.” He called out to his son. “I’m much too busy to talk and if I’m not mistaken I believe I ordered you to get your ass upstairs and start packing again. Don’t make me ground you before we even get home.”

Expecting to hear his son retreat back to his task Gordon smiled smugly to himself and took another sip. That was what he loved about his kids. They knew without question that his wife and him were the ones in charge. 

Only… instead of what he had predicted the next sound the gorilla’s heard was the sound of his office door opening. The loud creak drowned out quickly by a deep and gruff chuckle that sounded irritatingly familiar.  Hearing that annoyingly amused guffaw Gordon quickly spun around in his seat and was displeased beyond belief when the older of his two unwanted guests squeezed his tremendous bulk into his personal sanctuary as if he owned the room himself.

“YOU!” Gordon growled low and dangerously. 

Stumbling only slightly into the room Pete gave the man glowering at him a bemused look as he leaned against the open doorway and regarded the primate for a few moments. “Ya got that right Clancy. It‘s jus only little old me.” He said in his gruff unrefined brogue. “Now, as for yer golden prod-a-ma-gy you just talked ‘bout I think he’s still upstairs doin’ what you told’im.” 

There was a snicker as Pete looked up at the ceiling. “Course givin’ da amount of “packin’” he does regularly he could be done by now fer all I know.” he chuckled. “Real talented boy you got there Clancy.”

Now taking the bait just dangled in front of him Gordon coolly and calmly placed his drink down onto his desk and schooled his emotions. He was not going to lose his temper again like in the living room. That had been a mistake. A man as dignified and successful as him did not shout, did not yell, he commanded and was respected. Defiantly the complete opposite of the… man in front of him.

“I thought I told you to leave… um, Mr. Decaf was it?” The ape said folding his hands together, a small smile tugging at his lips. This was tactic number one in the ace attorney’s vast legal repertoire. When you mispronounced someone’s name badly they tended to get angry real fast. So angry that sometimes they stormed off in a huffy fit. “Are you having trouble finding the door perhaps?”

Giving a light snort at the other man’s attempt to upset him Pete shut the door behind himself and made his way to the center of the room, never once breaking eye contact. If calling him “Decaf” was the best insult this smuck could come up with then this was going to be a piece of cake. 
 
Starting the first step to his brilliant master plan, Pete grinned and pretended to play dumb to the insults. “Naw Clancy, didn’t go an get m’self lost.” He said simply. “Just decided ta have m’self a good look ’roud yer place here b‘for I scram. Gotta say… real nice set-up ya got goin’ here Gordy m‘man.” 

Hearing himself being called “Gordy” Gordon choked on his own breath and tipped over his glass of scotch, the liquid ruining half of the paperwork on his desk. Oh, how he hated being called that. He had hated it ever since his older brothers had started calling him that when they were all young. It had been the main reason why he had become a lawyer. When you put away hardened criminals for a living no one dared to make fun of you. Or at least no one did until now. 

“I’d appreciate it Mr. Decaf if you’d refrain from calling me Gordy.” Gordon sternly said. “My name is Gordon Clancy and I’ll have you respect that.”

Again Pete was unfazed by what Gordon had said to him, his attention instead focused on an expensive looking chachki on a nearby shelf which he picked up and promptly broke. This was step number two in his scheme: Annoy the ever loving hell out of your target. And the best way to do so was just handed to him on a silver platter.

“Aw, come on now, don’t be like that Gordy.” He said placing the destroyed item back in place. “I wuz jus tryin’ ta be friendly-like Gordy. Didn’t mean ta get yer panties all twisted up in a bunch Gordy. Humm… Gordy, Gordy, Gordy, Gordy, Gordy! Ya‘know I think I met a pig called that once.”

Left eye twitching with every use of his hated childhood nickname Gordon did his best to keep himself from jumping out of his chair and decking the other man. What was with this D’caht character? It was almost like he took some sort of sick joy in trying to piss him off in every possible way. If that were true then there was no way Gordon would let him get away with thinking he could tackle with a man like him who argued for a living. 

Quickly adjusting his plans on how to evict his visitor from his house Gordon slowly stood up and walked past Pete and over to the small credenza where he stored his good alcohol. Stopping in front of the small home bar he took out one of his prized bottles of cognac and made a show of opening it, pouring it in a fresh glass, and delicately sipping it with an exaggerated hum of pleasure. This was tactic number two in his book of tricks: Intimidate an opponent by showing them how rich, refined and well connected you were.

“I’m going to give it to you straight Mr. Decaf. I want you out and I’m more than happy to call the police to get my way.” Gordon said with a snobby air fit for the snootiest of company. “And if I do, trust me, it won’t be a pleasant experience for you. You see, back when I was living here in Spoonerville I brokered quite a few favors from the police force here. If I truly wanted to I could make a few calls and easily have your ass locked up in jail for a very, very long time.”

Facing away from Gordon during his blustering Pete had to keep an evil smile from forming on his rough looking face. Seemed Clancy really did think he was the cat’s meow with his fancy little suit and expensive piss water. Oh, how Pete was going to enjoy popping the smug bastard’s little bubble and showing him that the top dog in their encounter was a top cat.

Step three beginning, Pete willed himself to not start grinning and turned to face his host with an indifferent look. “I don’t think callin’ da cops is gonna do ya any good mister lawyer man.” He said with a sugary lilt. “You see, I’m afraid ya ain’t da only one who’s got himself connections in this town. Here, let me show you what I mean Gordy boy.” 

Pulling out his phone Pete quickly turned it on and showed pictures from folder number three hundred and twenty-two of his personal gallery to the other man, holding out the device for him to see.

Curiosity getting the better of him Gordon lowered his eyes to look at the phone in his opponent‘s hands. To his shock displayed on the brightly lit screen was a graphic image of a Saint Bernard bent over a chair and dressed up in a policeman’s uniform. Or at least he was from the waist up. Below that he wore nothing at all, his legs spread wide and his tail held high as a bright pink dildo was jammed up his rectum by a dark furred arm.

“By god, why are you showing me that d-disgusting thing!” Gordon said recoiling after a solid minute of eyeballing the picture. “Like I’d care who your degenerate friends are.”

“Well ya should car Gordy.” Pete said wryly. “This stuffed lil bitch oh so beautify lettin’ me stuff his tight ass is none other than his honor da chief ‘o’ police Henry O’Donnell. Or as I like ta call him my person-able cum dumpster.”

Thumb tapping the next arrow on the screen repeatedly Pete showed off more of the pictures he had on his cellphone. The first eight or so were of the same canine, the dog positioned in various other whorish positions that got more and more erotic with each pass of the slideshow. But alongside him Gordon also made out a large elephant with what looked like a second trunk between his legs and a regal looking lion in S&M gear and a mayoral sash. 

“The other two--also dear friends ’o’ mine--are his majesty da mayor and a fella who’s got himself connections with every business in town.” Pete continued, watching Gordon closely as he began to sweat. “Iffin I really wanted to, I could nail yer ass to da wall harder den a brick to da head. Course I won’t iffin ya agree ta play nice from now on.” 

Realizing with terrible clarity that he had been beaten in the matter of whom had better connections in Spoonerville, Gordon stood upright stiffly and glared at the other man with thinly veiled irritation. “Well, looks like you’ve one this round Mr.… D’caht.” He said pretending to surrender. “Suppose I have no other choice but to act more civil to you from now on.”

Giving the gorilla a hard slap on the back Pete chuckled at his victory. “See there Gordy, ain’t it a hellava lot nicer playin’ all nice and friendly-like then bein’ at each other throats?” Snatching away the glass in the primate’s hands he finished it off in one gulp and gave a watery belch. “Sides, as I see it, we might as well get used to each other. Ya’know since we’re prac-tilly in-laws wit da way our boys are beetin’ cheeks beneath da sheets.”

Once again Gordon had to resist the urge to lose it. Just the very idea that him and D’caht being related in any context was stomach turning. Luckily with how he had nipped their relationship in the bud that was something that would never happen. And frankly thank the heavens for that.

Carefully taking a big step back, getting out of backslapping range, Gordon took out his checkbook and a pen. Tactic number three: when all else failed use money to get your way. “Alright Mr. D’caht now that we’re playing nice as you put it, why don’t you tell me how much money it‘s going to take to be rid of you.” He said all prim and proper. “I’m not above paying out two… maybe three hundred dollars if you’ll vacate my property within the next ten minutes.”

Smirking, Pete twirled the glass he had stolen on his finger. “You ‘n me both know you can shell out more than that Clancy.” He remarked slyly. “This here bunga-lu ‘o’ yers must have cost ya a cool mill on da down payment alone.”

Again Gordon was unpleasantly surprised by his guest. With his vocabulary and… appearance he hadn’t expected this Pete D’caht to be as savvy as he was. “Fine then, I’ll make it two thousand then.” He huffed. “But that’s as high as I’ll go. Any more and my wife will wonder what I spent the money on.”

Pete made a whip crack sound at Gordon’s mention of his wife being angry with him. “Heh-heh old ball and chain really got ya by the nutsack don’t she?” He remarked. “Been there m’self bub. Divorce does wonders for da problem.”

“I am happily married sir so stop saying things like that!” Gordon snapped, not at all liking being made fun of. Sure Patricia made more than him and controlled their finances but they were still partners when it came to their marriage. And with that being true he filled out the check and held it out for Pete to take. “Here, here! Take it and leave!”

Snatching up the check being offered to him Pete quickly pocketed it much to Gordon’s relief. At least now he had solved his unwanted house guest problem. Or at least he thought so until Pete smirked at him and remained standing in the same spot, whistling a jaunty tune as if he were waiting for something. 

“I said you have to leave in the next ten minutes D’caht.” Gordon growled through gritted teeth. “You got your money, so scram.”

“No one ever said givin’ me cash was gonna make me leave Gordy.” Leaning forward Pete chuckled merrily and gave the other man a big fat wink. “Naw… iffin ya really want me out then you gotta be a lot more creative den that buster.”

“Ugh! You infuriating fat son of a--” Catching himself before he exploded Gordon took a deep breath and slicked back his hair. It wouldn’t do him any good to set back negotiations. D’caht was going to leave if he found the right payment after all. “Alright Mr. D’caht, what will it take?”

Mimicking what Gordon had done earlier Pete kept his lips tight and went over to the little bar on the far wall to prepare himself a drink. His method for doing so involving using a pencil large pencil holder to mix together several different vintages until he produced something completely unrecognizable. 

“Well… like I said earlier: I’ve been eyeballin’ yer place here and I gotta say this place is givin’ me all sorts of ideas.” The heavyset man said as he took an experimental sip of his creation. “Makes me wanna buy it myself and all that. So how’s ‘bout I take it offa yer hands for ya? A whole hundred bucks for the whole kit an’ kabbotle!”

A bark of laughter was the first response to Pete’s outrageously low offer as Gordon nearly doubled over in laughter. “You’ve got to be out of your mind D’caht!” He exclaimed. “There’s no way I’d ever sell this house for that low of an offer.” 

“Ohh I think you will Gordy.” Pete responded back. “Cause I ain’t budging till I get my way. And I always get m’ way.”

The cheer audacity of that last sentence was the final straw that broke the camel’s back for Gordon. No one talked to him in such a manner. Not unless they wanted to find themselves on the wrong side of a courtroom. Dropping all pretense of being amicable the gorilla openly sneered at Pete his face showing nothing but petty annoyance and bitter resentment. 

“You know even if I was stupid enough to accept your offer you still wouldn’t be allowed to live here.” He said with a growl. “You see, this neighborhood only takes in people who are of good class. Individuals who are intelligent, who have well-paying jobs, good breeding, and most of all who aren’t sick perverts who fuck other men and their sons. Why don’t you stick to the back alleys and truck stop restrooms where you came from?”

Immensely pleased with himself as he finished dressing down his vastly ill prepared opponent, Gordon put his hands behind his back and looked upwards, eyes closing as he waited for the opportunity to bask in the pleasure of Pete D’caht befuddled words as he fled in embarrassment. Of course… that’s not at all what was going to happen he quickly found out.  

Temper flaring at being insulted like he had Pete strode forward with one large step and blindsided Gordon by knocking him backwards into the desk with his large gut. Then before the gorilla could fully react to what had just happened to him he was roughly spun around and bent over the side of the desk, his body pinned down immediately between his attacker’s large sweaty form and his old workspace. 

The other man no unable to free himself Pete took his time leaning over Gordon’s back, his chest pressing up against the primate’s back as he blew his stale liquor scented breath across his ear. “I’d watch who ya go insult-ta-natin’ ‘round these parts Gordy boy.” He said huskily. “Last fucker stupid ‘nough ta mouth off ta me got fucked over so hard he wasn’t able ta walk for a week. Oh, and just se we’re clear here: I ain’t taking just metaphorically.”

A shiver ran down Gordon’s spine both caused by the hot breath blowing into his ear and the imagery he just got. “Get-get of me this instant you pig!” He demanded with an unmanly squeak. “I’m not one of your twinkish cabana boys or whatever it is you like to sleep with.

Taking special notice to the use of the word “twink” Pete ground his crotch against his captive’s ass. “Really now Gordy boy? Cause, as I see it yer just as bad as one ‘o’ them needy sluts.” He said mockingly. “Least, that’s what I’m got when I looked over HAND-C b’fore I came in here ta see ya.”

Ceasing his struggling at the mention of that particular website Gordon tried his best to look away, his eyes darting around as he tried to desperately think of a response. “I-I have n-no idea what y-you’re talking about.” He said starting to stutter. “Only time I ever go online is to check my stocks and receive emails.”

“Lyin’ really comes easy to ya don’t it.” Pete chuckled knowingly. “Guess it’s a givin seein’ how yer a one of dem backstabbin’ lawyer-types.” Hand going over Gordon’s head Pete gingerly picked up the other man’s high tech phone. “Let’s see iffin yer browser history is as good as lyin’ as you are, huh?”

Fiddling with the small device in his hand Pete tapped a few on screen icons and brought up the last website that Gordon had visited. Like he had expected the very first thing that popped up was the members home page of HAND-C, the phone giving a ding as it announced that seven new messages had been received since the last time it was checked. This was step four of his foolproof scheme, the final step: When the time is right nail your opponents balls to the wall and close the deal.

“Nice ta meet ya in da flesh Donkey Schlong 64.” Pete said reading the name over the profile picture, each syllable drawn out and sinister. “Course with all those fuckin’ clothes in da way it’s not exactly in all da flesh is it? Let‘s see what ya look like without‘um.” 

Licking his lips Pete opened online Gordon’s gallery, several images showing up which he clicked on one by one. The first was of Gordon sitting in a chair in just his bright white socks and tie, legs wide open and propped up on the armrests as he stroked his cock. 

The second was an ass shot from behind, fingers digging deep into the plump flesh pulling apart the cheeks and exposing the gaping pucker hidden between. 

Lastly, and in Pete opinion this one was the best of the bunch, the last photograph was an intense close up of the gorilla’s erect cock, a trail of spunk dripping from the head after a fresh orgasm.

“Heh-heh real nice dick pic Gordy.” Pete said as Gordon whimpered. “Bet you blew one hell of a fuckin’ load ta get that baby. Tell me, did ya lick it all up afterwards? You know like a good lil bitch.” 

“Those aren’t mine!” Gordon immediately cried out, heart racing and sweat running down his forehead. “I would never put such disgusting things where everyone could see time. Someone obviously photoshopped those pictures in order to humiliate me.”

Pete didn’t but the excuse for one single moment and began reading the description that was written under the profile’s main image. “Hum let’s see, forty-two year old, hung, six foot two tall gorilla lookin’ fer some action with even hotter men.” He said reciting the text. “Not inta meetin’ in RL, but I’m willin’ ta engage in some mutual jerk-off on cam or nasty ass phone sex. Fetishes that we can fantasize together ‘bout include hot and steamy dad/son role-play, aggressive dom/sub scenarios, Spankin’, gangbangin’, cum swallowin’, toys, and golden--”

“--STOP!” Gordon shouted before Pete could finish. His dirty little secret found out the well-respected lawyer squeezed his way out from under his captor and glared at him in annoyance. “I will not stand here while you air my dirty laundry.”

“Oh yer gonna stand there alright.” Pete sneered. “That is less you want me ta go a-tattlin’ on yer closeted ass. Bet da old ball ’n’ chain would jus looove ta hear what ya been up to. Probably divorce ya as soon as she could find herself a good enough lawyer.”

“You don’t know how to contact her asshole.” Gordon said smugly. “And I’m sure as hell not giving you the number.”

“Don’t need ya ta tell me I got yer phone right here.” Pete said jiggling Gordon’s phone in his face. “One little press on dis here redial button and me and her will be chattin’ like we wuz under da dryers at her favorite salon.” 

When Gordon made a frightened face at his little reveal Pete decided to go even further and rehearsed what he was going to say when he called his spouse in an overly saccharin voice. “Oh, helloooo there Mrs. Clancy! Sorry ta bother ya, but I got sumthing ya might wanna know. Seems that his big fat mouth ain’t da only place yer darlin’ hubby like ta cram bananas inta.”

Gordon’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare tell her that!” He said lowly. “I’d sue your ass for libel if you did!”

“You might, but not b’for she kicks yer ass out and tells all yer highfalutin’ friends back home what you do when no one’s lookin’.” Putting the gorilla’s phone safely away in his shirt pocket Pete padded over to him and swung his hand in a downward arc grabbing him by crotch. “Course, that don’t gotta happen iffin ya make it worth m‘ wild. Real worth my wild.” 

“Are you blackmailing me into sleeping with you?!” Gordon gasped, his voice a little too high for his liking. “B-But I-I can’t! You must understand. I’ve never actually cheated on my wife. I only do things online or on the phone.”

“First things first bub this ain’t sleeping’ it’s fuckin’ and second… heh-heh you ain’t got a choice in da matter.” Pete growled squeezing hard. It was odd to him that even after refusing his request how his current prey hadn’t backed away from his groping. “Jus so we’re clear the royally hard mountin’ I’m ‘bout ta give ya ain’t all I’m gonna be wantin’ for keeping’ my mouth shut. I still want da house for da price I said and I’m goin’ ta be askin’ for third favor later.”

Gordon repressed the growl that threatened to come out of him. “Alright, I’ll do anything you want as long as you keep quiet.” He huffed. “I suppose you want me to bend over the desk again, aye?”

Rubbing his hands together thoughtfully Pete chuckled and turned towards the door. “Naw, we ain’t gonna screw around down here in yer snooty office.” He said over his shoulder. “This is place is where you do yer best work. I for one do my best when I’m sumplace more comfortable-like. A comfy-mer-bal room wit a nice springy bed in it.”

Gordon felt his stomach do a flip at the dark and lustful way Pete had said that last sentence. The promise for debauchery and who knows what else as evident as the growing bulge in cat’s pants. “O-Of course, Mr. D’caht. I-I-If you insist.” 

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Moose’s room upstairs….

“Hey Moose! Is this a picture of you when you were little?” Pj called out as he picked up a framed photo from a shelf. “I don’t think I’ve even seen you as a kid.”

Quickly putting away some of his clothes into a cardboard box Moose stood up with a grunt and walked over to where Pj was standing. Peering over the shorter man’s shoulder he immediately covered his eyes and groaned in embarrassment. “Geeze I really wish you hadn’t found this Fatty.” He bemoaned jokingly. “I was such a damn awkward kid.”

“I think you meant to say chubby kid.” Pj grinned playfully. “And you call me fatty all the time.”

“Hey I bulked up.” Moose defended while flexing what muscle mass he did have. “I might have a bit of a paunch but I’m all big and strong now.”

Blushing fiercely as he watched Moose show off for him Pj quickly shifted his eyes back down to the photo he had found. “Y-Yeah I guess you did.” He mumbled. “When was this picture taken? You look really happy in it.”

“That’s me all the way back when I was in Jr. Peewee football.” Moose explained while grinning a little himself. “I think this is the day I scored the winning touchdown and won the regionals for the team.”

Pj snickered at the idea of an excited ten-year old Moose running around a football field. “You really have played football all your life haven’t you?” He stated more than asked. “I bet whoever took this picture was really proud of you that day.”

“Yeah our old maid Rosalina sure was.” Moose said with a bitter huff. “Mom and Dad were busy at some charity thing and my brothers and sisters had after school cram classes so they didn’t come.”

“So none of your family came to watch you play!?” Pj exclaimed in shock. “But…. I mean how could they not come? It was a big day for you.”

“That’s just how it was with my family. They think playing football was nothing but a childish hobby. They never came to a single one of my games.” Taking the picture of himself out of Pj’s hands Moose looked it over for a moment and carelessly tossed it over into a nearby box. “You know they couldn’t even be bothered when I won a trophy or anything.”

There was a long awkward pause after Moose’s resentful statements one that didn’t sit well with Pj at all. Moose deserved to be praised for all his hard work when it came to sports. Thinking of what might make him feel better the pudgy boy decided to press him on his trophies. “So, you won stuff for playing?” Pj asked. “C-Can I see.”

Snapping out his funk Moose looked down at the other boy and shrugged. “Sure babe. I think there’s one up here.” Reaching up to the highest shelf next to the gorilla quickly rummaged around and eventually produced one of his many, many golden accolades, handing it over to Pj to look at.  

Eagerly taking the shiny bobble Pj turned it from side to side inspecting it closely. The little figure of a football player kicking a football was really neat in his opinion. As was the inscription in the front that he had to squint to read.

“Two-thousand and ten’s best starting high school quarterback in Calisota state Moose Clancy!” He recited sounding genuinely impressed. “Heh, guess you made sure they didn’t call you Yancey Clancy huh?”

“Damn right I did.” Moose said with a snerk. “I don’t need a cartoony sounding name on one of my trophies. I worked hard for it.”

Pj gave a nod of agreement. “I bet you did.” He said. “I’d never be able to win anything like this. It’s really amazing Moose. I’m proud of you.”

Moose rolled his eyes at the praise being showered on him. But strangely, even if it did feel a little too heaped on it also felt good to hear someone say that. Like he had said earlier in the living room: Pj really did know how to make him feel better. “If that gets you going then you see all the other ones I got.” He joked. “The trophy I got last year makes this one look like a piece of junk.”

Handing the award back to Moose who put it away Pj tapped his chin in thought. “Wait… I-I think I’ve seen that one! It’s the one with the spinning football on top right?” When Moose nodded Pj grinned. “I remember how proud you looked that day you brought it to school. You showed it off to everyone. Especially those cheerleaders.”

Blushing at the memory Pj rubbed the back of his head and looked down, hiding the redness creeping up in his cheeks. “It was kinda weird to me back then, you know since I wasn’t out yet, but I remember thinking you looked real handsome that day.” He said shyly. “You were all dressed up in your uniform and flexing. It sorta made me a little jealous that you were talking to those girls instead of… … … … what do I have something on my face?”

Snickering as Pj started to babble about the unintentional crush he had had on him a year ago Moose leaned over and nudged him with his elbow. “You really think I look good wearing all my football stuff?” He questioned already knowing the answer. “Why didn’t you tell be that before Fatty. I got this really hot fantasy I would have liked to play out with you.”

That idea really appealed to Pj who exhaled a heated breath. “What sort of fantasy?”

Moose wagged his eyebrows again, the move doing what it always did to Pj’s knees. “Well, it starts with you dressed up like a big nerd and me coming into your room wearing nothing but my jockstrap, my shoulder pads, and a helmet.” He began. “After we flirt a little I put you in a three point stance. You know, the one the linemen get into when we start a play. After that, I get behind you, shout hut-hut, and pass you my balls hard and low.”

Pj snorted at the clumsy football metaphors. “Darn now I really am sad you leaving.” He laughed sadly. “There’s a lot of things I’d really like to do with you still. Not just sexual but couple stuff too. I can’t even make you some cookies for your trip.”

His aroused mood dampened a little Moose took several deep breaths, his eyes focused entirely on Pj’s face. Then giving a determined nod he spun around and headed towards the bedroom door with purpose in his stride. “You know what? Fuck this shit!” He growled. “I’m sick and tired of my dad telling me what to do. Especially when there’s people like you Fatty who actually show me how much they--”

“--I still don’t know why you’re insisting on coming up here.” A voice suddenly sounded through the bedroom door. “What if we’re too loud and my son here us? He right in the room over there.”

“With how much green you spent buyin’ dis place I’m sure it’s got good enough soundproofin’ Gordy boy.” Another deeper voice responded back grumpily. “And iffin I do get ya a’screamin’ like some little bitch we’ll jus jam a dirty sock up there and shut you right up.”

Hearing whoever was speaking outside of the room both Pj and Moose gave each other a confused look then turned to the door. “Is that…” Moose began.

“…Our dads?” Pj finished. 

Deciding that the only way they could be certain if they had heard right both boys quietly tiptoed over to Moose’s bedroom door and opening it just a crack peeked out into the darkened hallway beyond. It was doing so that they confirmed their suspicions, the shadowed silhouettes of their fathers passing by them their faces locked forward and their footsteps heavy.

“If you think I’m going to allow you to jam on of my imported Falke socks into my mouth your even more insane than I imagined D’caht.” Gordon said referring to the last thing Pete had said. “And if you even try it I’ll call the whole thing off and punch you right in your balls.”

Pete chuckled at the threat. “Ooooooooh touchy.” He taunted. “But trust me if there’s gonna be nut handlin’ ‘round these parts it‘s gonna be me doin it. An I gotta warn ya Gordy I‘m da sort who likes ta twist‘um.”

Back at their spot crouching behind the bedroom door Pj and Moose leaned back just enough to share another confused look between the two of them. “What the heck’s my dad doing up here with you dad?” Pj wondered. “I thought he said he was going to wait in the car.”

“Looks like he changed his mind.” Moose whispered back with a shrug. “But what I want to know is Mr. D just called Pops Gordy?”

Driven to find out exactly what was going on between the two older men Moose waited until they were further down the hall and then carefully opened his door, his head popping out from behind it a moment later so he and Pj could watch as Pete and Gordon approached a door at the far end of the corridor. 

Opening the door they were standing in front of Pete reached inside and flicked on the light switch, the bright lights within the room turning on and bathing the end of the hallway in an eerie glow. “You first Gordy boy.” He said flourishing towards the opening. “An’ be quick ‘bout it. I’m fit ta bust from excitement over here.”

“Pervert.” Gordon grumbled as he brushed past the smirking man and went into the room beyond.

“Don’t ya know it.” Pete replied to the insult. “Or least yer gonna know it soon.” Going through the doorway himself Pete chuckled dirtily and quickly shut it behind them, the thud that the door made echoing off of the walls as the corridor went dark again. 

Havin observed this exchange Moose tilted his head to the side in puzzlement. “Ok now that’s really weird.” He said looking down to Pj who’s head was under his. “That’s my mom and dad’s old bedroom they just went into. Why would they go in there?”

Nervously laughing after Moose asked that question Pj wondered if he should tell him what he thought was going on. Not counting when he slept at night there was only reason Pete D’caht went into a bedroom. “Um Moose I think you already know why they’re going in there.” Pj said after a moment of debate. “Same reason why you come into my bedroom.”

Realizing that the younger man was right Moose quickly had to clap his hand over his own mouth to muffle the gasp that he made. “Wait… do you think our dads are… that they’re… about to… They can’t be.”

“But that’s what it looks like Moose.” Pj hummed worriedly. 

Moose shook his head trying to process what Pj was implying. “But they couldn’t be, could they?” He said honestly not sure. “I mean my dad couldn’t not Mr. D obviously. Not after how Pops went and chewed me out for being with you.”

“Maybe that’s the reason why he was so upset.” Pj suggested looking over to moose. “Mr. Tarn was sort of the same way and you know what he’s like now.”

Moose nodded to that. He had seen firsthand how their once respectable principal loved getting fucked by all sorts of men. Heck, he had even joined Tony once in a little three-way between them. It was still hard to think of his own father doing that sort of thing though.

“Ok, if this is really going to happen I need to see it with my own eyes.” Motioning for Pj to join him Moose led the way down the hallway following the same path their dads had. 

Coming up to his parent’s old bedroom door Moose took a steadying breath and slowly opened it, making sure to do it just a crack so they wouldn’t be discovered, and pressed his face up to the sliver of light pouring into the hallway. Whatever he was about to witness inside of the room something told the young gorilla that it was going to be something that would shock him in a way like never before. 

Inside of his old bedroom an irritated Gordon stood a short distance away from Pete, his posture defensive and his eyes watching every move his blackmailer made. “Alright D’caht you got me in my old bedroom, now what?” He huffed, beginning to remove his dress jacket. “And please for the love of god make this quick. I don’t think I could stand seeing you naked for too long.”

Copying Gordon’s stance Pete shook his head and grinned. “Uh-uh I’m gonna take as long as I feel like Gordy boy.” He said smirkingly. “When Peter D’caht Sr. fucks a bitch he likes ta take his time savorin’ every moan, groan, and scream fer mercy. Heh-heh gets me off hearin’ them do that last one.”

“Should have known you were the sadistic type D’caht.” Gordon said with a haughty snort. Relaxing his posture a little the gorilla gave his tormentor a curious look. “One thing before I let you go hog wild on my person though. How’d you know to look me up on HAND-C? Not many people know about the site.”

Plopping his large ass down onto the bed Pete leaned back and regarded his soon to be fuck buddy for a moment before he responded. “Figured you were a pillow biter when I saw ya freak out over seeing yer brat getting’ fucked by yers truly.” 

“How else would a parent to react to walking to coming home and walking in on you and their son having sex on the couch?” Gordon asked smartly, his pervious stiff pose returning in an instant. “It had to be the single most awful moment of my entire life.

“You say that out loud but I saw da way you eyeballed us b‘fore you started screamin’.” Pete smirked. “Da sweat going down yer forehead, yer Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as ya took a big gulp of air and watched out boys scramble around buck ass naked, showin’ off their freshly fucked asses. You wuz jealous that you weren’t da one between me and my son.”

“That wasn’t jealously D‘caht. It was pure disgust.” Gordon insisted, his voice wavering much to his annoyance. Sure he may have lingered a little too long on the naked forms of both younger men but that was just because he had been in shock. 

Giving Gordon’s refusal to acknowledge his true feelings a dismissive wave Pete snickered. “Yeah, yeah whatever helps ya sleep at night pal.” He taunted. “B’sides you oglin’ the sluts don’t matter cause it weren’t the only thing that gave away yer… pro-ma-clivities.” 

Gordon’s eyebrow rose a fraction of an inch. He had thought with as much practice as he had that he’d covered his taste in men up quite well. “What else was it that gave me away?”

“Well… it wuz da way yer eyes bugged out when I almost kissed my own slutty son.” Pete said giving his crotch a slow dirty rub. “Heh-heh, thought for a second there that they were gonna pop right outta yer head and roll away.”

Biting his bottom lip as he watched the seated man grope himself through his pants Gordon felt a twinge below the waist. “I’ll admit that did surprise me.” He acquiesced. “As you already know from reading my personal profile I’m into that sort of thing a little. Fantasy-wise that is.”

“Yeah I know…” Pete nodded back. “Now, enough of playin’ twenty questions, I came here ta fuck-a-fy yer ass and that’s what I intend ta do. Let’s get down to the down ‘an dirty!”

Gordon huffed out a frustrated sigh and began to unbutton his shirt. He had hoped that D’caht would have been distracted with his interrogation a little longer. “Of course.” He agreed begrudgingly. “Just give me a second to remove my clothes then I’ll lay face down on the bed so you can get started.”

“Hey now Gordy, who da fuck said you get ta decide how we‘re doing this?” Pete wryly asked the other man. Shifting forward in his seat, he rested on elbow on his knee and looked up at him smugly.  “Naw, I’m da one who’s in charge tanight. An you do what I say without question.” 

“W-What do you have in mind then?” Gordon asked, his hands coming to a stop and hovering over the top button of his dress shirt at the sinister tone.

Deciding that showing was better than telling Pete hopped back onto his feet, the floor giving a rumble from his weight and took the gorilla by his arms, slowly lowering the appendages in his almost painful grip so he could gaze at him thoughtfully. “Lets’ see…” He said slowly. “Strictly speakin’ as da boss ‘round these parts I say first thing I do is get myself a good long taste of that smart little mouth ‘o’ yers.”

Gordon shivered visibly from the dark and lecherous words. “I don’t kiss.” He murmured.

Pete smirked. “Well tough shit for you then, ain’t it?” Not giving Gordon a chance to argue with him anymore Pete grabbed the unsuspecting man by the back of his head and pulled him forward roughly, the ape fighting him the entire way as their faces inched closer and closer. 

Struggling as those repugnant lips connected with his own Gordon tried his best to push his assaulter off of him. But in the end, no matter how hard he tried to avoid the inevitable, he quickly found himself overpowered and in opening his mouth to protest the fact he ended up gagging on Pete’s thick dexterous tongue as it wormed its way past his lips and aggressively plundered his maw. The organ easily wrestling control in a matter of seconds as filthy slurping rang out. 

‘By all that is good and holy, his breath smells like stale booze and cigars!’ Gordon mentally cried out in panic as his mouth was thoroughly ravished. ‘I have to make him stop before I suffocate on the fumes!’

Desperately wanting to get Pete off of him Gordon continued to try to free himself in vain, sounds of distress coming out of him as he pounded his fists against the bigger man’s chest. This attempt to regain freedom hit a bit of a snag however, any and all objections slowly morphing into a soft groans as Pete trailed his free hand down his captive’s back to goose the primate on the ass, finally stopping his fussing. 

Feeling the other man relax in his arms form his hands naughty behavior, Pete grinned against the lips sloppily pressed up against his own. ‘Jus like all dem other bitches.’ He thought triumphantly. ‘All I gotta do is give’em one slip of da ol’ D‘caht tongue and the whores prac-tilly start creamin’ their panties.’

Breaking the forced kiss he had initiated, a string of saliva connecting their mouths for a moment before it broke too, Pete surprised Gordon yet again by giving him a hard shove before plopping back down onto the bed, a serious expression crossing his face. “Strip!” He commanded with a single word. 

Barely recovered from the arousingly infuriating and the rude push he had received Gordon tried to piece together his thoughts so he could respond to the order given to him. Unfortunately all that came out of him after he did so was a dumb sounding. “What did you just say D‘caht?”

Not used to having to repeat himself often Pete growled in irritation. “I. SAID. FUCKIN’. STRIP!” He shouted more forceful, the order brokering no room for argument. “I want ya ta take off every single piece of clothes yer wearin’ ‘cept for your stripy tie and them old man socks.”

Pete knew he was being harsher than usual with his commands, which was saying something, but by now the smug bastard in front of him was starting to piss him off. What Gordon really needed was to be shown that he belonged to him right now. That he had to completely submit to every single demand without question and learn that his role was the one of lowly slut who happily sucked dick and wagged his ass eager for a fucking. It was the least Pete could do after all that mouthing off the other man did down in the office. Not to mention a few other things that Gordon had done that made him angry

Pouting at the insult to his choice in socks Gordon reluctantly obeyed the order given to him and started to unbuckle his belt. “Why do you want me to take off everything but those three things?” He wondered as he pulled down his pants revealing his boxer briefs. 

“Want ya just like you were in yer pictures.” Giving a hum of appreciation Pete took his palm and copped a feel, roughly squeezing the primate’s bulge. “Heh, ya you gotta a big one don’t ya?” Eyes darting to the side for a moment for some unknown reason the overweight man smirked. “Not as big as yer boy’s however. Moosey has a dick big enough for a real man.”

“Please don’t talk about my son during this.” Gordon implored. Undoing the last button of his shirt the standing man clumsily shucked it off exposing his bare muscular chest underneath, Pete’s insistence that he keep his tie on only making the task all the more difficult. “I’d like to pretend that I’m not married with children while I do this with you.”

“I’m in charge.” Pete reminded with a frown. “And iffin I want ta talk ‘bout how I prop up yer son’s ass and ream out his tight twenty-two year old ass till he screams to da heavens and cums all over himself like a tramp then I will.”

“H-He lets you do that to him?” Gordon asked despite knowing that he shouldn’t 

Pete let his eyes wander to the left again quickly before they snapped back to Gordon. “Yup, I get him ta do all sorts of stuff Gordy boy.” He happily replied. “In fact, jus last week I made’im lay down on da floor an smothered his grinnin’ mug with my big fat ass. Boy ate me out like a starving’ man being served up a steak dinner.”

Finishing disrobing himself Gordon shivered openly, both at the chill settling on his skin and because of what had just been described to him. It might have been sick but the idea of his own son in that sort of position sent a surge of heat straight down to his cock. 

Aware of the dirty thoughts going through his companion’s mind Pete let his vision travel up and down the ape’s body. For a man his age he was in good shape. Unlike his son Gordon was thinner, but not by much. The doughiness only slight and appealing in a way different from the younger simian. 

What drew Pete’s attention the most though was the low hangers and long half-hard cock jutting out from Gordon’s nethers. It made his blood boil with lust at all the thoughts of how he could make it go off and coat the bare hairless stomach and chest of his soon to be fuck buddies stomach and chest. 

“Turn around for me lawyer man.” Pete said twirling his finger around smirkingly. “I wanna see the whole package.”

Grumbling Gordon complied with the request, his patience tested when a large hand whipped across tender flesh of his ass. “Careful please.” He said almost begging. “I really don’t want to have to explain why I can’t sit down in court.”

“Heh, bet that’d be fun ta watch.” Ignoring what was requested of him Pete gave the subtle mounds in front of his eyes a few more hard slaps before he moved them upwards to the gorilla’s broad back. It was there that he noticed a large patch of silver. “Wut’s this Gordy? You startin’ ta show yer age early back here?”

“I’m a silverback you idiot.” Gordon huffed. “When we’re in our twenties the fur back there starts to change color.”

Back outside of the bedroom Pj looked up to Moose from his spot near the floor. “Your back’s going to turn gray?” He asked quietly. 

“Just a small little patch on the lower back.” Twisting around a little Moose thumbed over his shoulder. “It’s not really that big a deal. I already got a few hairs if you look close enough.”

“Really?” Letting curiosity get the best of him Pj clumsily turned around in his squatting position and lifted Moose’s his shirt up a little. It may have been hard to see in the darkened atmosphere of the hallway but right there were a few grayish hairs mixed with the dark fur. Barely detectable but still enough to make Pj grow excited at its presence. After all the older men he had been with Pj had sort of developed an odd fetish for that shade. Unable to resist himself Pj reached out and ran his fingers through the fur on Moose’s lower back, his fingers dipping into the top of his asscrack by accident a few times. 

“Fuck, Peeje…” Moose said with a pant. “You keep touching me like that and I’m going to get horny again.”

“T-That might not be a bad thing.” Pj mumbled, his own appetite for sex starting to reemerge. “Maybe if we’re quiet we could… J-just turn around please.” 

Heeding Pj’s quiet and needy request Moose turned around and placed his hands on Pj’s shoulders as the younger man’s fingers fumbled for his zipper. “Alright babe, go ahead and do your thing.” He chuckled. “Not that you really have to convince me to receive a blow job.”

(Yeah, I know it was sort of dirty doing that out in the hallway while our dads were right next door Mr. Dairy but after watching all that I just couldn’t control myself anymore.)

Seated on the bed back inside of the bedroom Pete’s ears twitched for a second, picking up something nearly out of hearing range that made him snort in amusement. Choosing to ignore it for now, he moved onto the next part of his and Gordon’s sexual experience and put his hand into his back pocket, taking out a small section of rope. 

He had found it sitting on a box before he had confronted Gordon in his office. It wasn’t like he didn’t already know how things were going to turn out after their meeting after all. The small piece of twine had most likely been intended for use in binding together the many shipping boxes that were stacked on the second story of the house. Of course that’s not what it was going to be used for now.

“Hands behind yer back Clancy.” Pete commanded with a bark “Time ta get started wit da fun..”

Instantly knowing what Pete was planning Gordon looked over his shoulder and shot him an unamused frown. “I’m not letting you tie me up D‘caht.” He snapped. “I might be letting you blackmail me but allowing you to do that! It completely crosses a line I‘m not ready to go ov--ahh… son-of-a-bitch!” 

Hand moving fast like a whip Pete gave Gordon another sharp slap on the ass which had him shutting his trap almost instantly. When the gorilla growled and dropped his head in submission Pete chuckled and repeated his instructions. “Put yer fuckin’ hands being yer back!” He said with a gravely growl. “An ya better do it real quick-like or else I’m blabbin’ to yer wife.”

With the mentioning of his secret being found out again Gordon took several deep breaths and slowly did as he had been told. His teeth grinding together in frustration as Pete wrapped the rope around his wrists, tying them together tightly, before he gave him another playful slap on the ass. This spanking habit the slightly older man apparently had was really starting to grind Gordon’s gears.

“I suppose you want me to submit to you now, right?” Gordon asked with slight condescension. “I mean, now that I’m all defenseless it should really get you going.”

Pete smirked. “You ain’t got no idea Gordy boy.”

Rising out of his seat in a flash the used car salesmen took the other man by surprise by putting him into a strong half-nelson, the ape giving a startled and frightened yelp as he was effortlessly spun around and rudely thrown onto his old bed with a curse of, “WHAT THE FUCK!” as he bounced a few times on the covers. 

Rolling onto his back to glare up the man who had nearly broken his neck Gordon glowered with the intensity to ignite flames. “What the hell is wrong with you D’caht!” He snapped “You could have injured me with that stunt.”

“Stop bein’ a fuckin’ little bitch Gordy. Yer smarmy ass can handle a bit ‘o’ rough stuff.” Climbing onto the bed with a twisted sort of glee Pete loomed menacingly over the couchant man, eye roaming over every visible inch. “Da thing’s I’m gonna do to you Clancy.” He murmured. “Heh-heh they’re gonna have ta make a whole new category on porn sites just ta cover I da first five minutes.”

Not wasting any more time with idle chitchat or threats Pete quickly descended upon Gordon with a dark chuckle. His tongue darting out to wet his lips a few times before he latched his mouth onto one of the lawyer’s pert nipples, nibbling and biting at the little peak as he flicked its twin across Gordon’s chest with his fingers.

Feeling the way his chest was being manipulated Gordon suddenly found his anger at being tossed around slowly starting to vanish. His rage replace by mind numbing pleasure as he rolled his back against the sheets and desperately pushed his chest forward. 

It was shameful for a man of his standing to act like this Gordon knew. But, he just couldn’t get over that wonderfully warm, wet sensation enveloping his nipple. It was just that damn good! And to imagine all that time he had wasted just talking and playing over the cam! If Gordon had known that physically doing the stuff he had talked and fantasized about over the years online with strangers had felt this good he would have cheated on his wife years ago.

“How’s it feel Gordy boy?” Pete asked after several minutes of oral teasing. “Everything ya ever imagi-nated?

“I’ve got to say I’m impressed with what you’re doing D’caht.” Gordon admitted even though it killed him to do so. “N-Never thought you’d be an expert at… at…”

“Makin’ a bitch squirm and writhe like he wuz a virgin?” Pete provided for the blessed out man smugly. When his statement earned him another dirty look the dark furred feline reached down and twisted the small mound of flesh he had been pleasuring. “Don’t be gettin’ smart wit me fucker. I’m in charge ’member?”

“How could I forget? You bring it up every chance you get. Almost like your overcompensating” Gordon snorted, his old mindset slipping back into place. The attorney soon came to regret his snotty attitude however. Because as soon as he uttered those smart mouthed words, he found himself denied the pleasure he was enjoying so very much. 

“This here daddy’s gonna show you Over-con-pee-satin’ ya fuckin’ little smartass!” Lifting himself off of the body under him Pete quickly grabbed Gordon by the shoulder and roughly flipped him over onto his stomach. Then moving again before the primate could react to his sudden change in position, the large dark furred feline straddled the gorilla’s lower back facing downwards, his colossal bulk completely trapping the man under him as he raised both his large hands and brought them down onto Gordon’s bare bottom with two loud thunder claps.

As soon as those hands made contact with his tender backside with a surge of stinging pain Gordon threw his head back and bit his bottom lip, almost drawing blood. “FUCKING HELL THAT HURTS!” He yelled despite himself. “What’s the meaning of this D’caht? Get off of me your crushing me!” 

“I ain’t movin’ one damn inch till you learn yer lesson!” Pete informed the complaining man. Quickly lifting his hands back up the large man began to play Gordon’s ass like a drum, his hands going up and down one after the other, each swift crack of flesh meeting flesh growing more and more louder than the last. 

“See, this is what smartasses like you get when they mouth off ta me Gordy boy.” Pete lectured the lawyer as he spanked him. “You’ve been a naughty little boy and daddy’s gonna punish ya till ya learn yer lesson. That or till I‘m satisfied. Just like you play in yer digital fantasies.”

Groaning into the bed sheets as both sets of cheeks were lit aflame by rough calloused hands, Gordon closed his eyes, both secretly enjoying what was happening to his ass and hating it all at the same time. The sheer ridiculousness of a man his age being spanked for being a bad certainly wasn’t lost on him. 

“You gonna say yer sorry sometime soon lawyer man?” Pete snickered knowingly as he continued on without any stop in sight. He truly was liking the way both cheeks jiggled with each strike, almost as if the ape’s hairy ass was begging him for more. “Come on! I ain’t stoppin’ till I hear ya say it!”

“I’th sawway!” Gordon moaned into the blankets, his face tinting at his submission.

“That ain’t good enough!” Pete singsonged. Using his right hand he tangled his fingers in the fur atop Gordon’s head and pulled back hard forcing the other man to speak without the luxury of hiding his words. “Iffin ya want me ta let up b’for ya start ta welt ya better say yer sorry da right way Gordy!”

“I‘m sorry.” Gordon grunted out unsteadily, the words bitter in his mouth. “There I said it! Are you happy now?”

“I said: Say it right!” Pete repeated upping the force he was using to tan Gordon’s ass. “You know what I’m talkin’ about dumbass. I went an told ya what I wuz b’fore I started givin’ ya yer pre-me-ture birthday whacks.”

“W-What are you on about?” Wincing when he received a pinch to his sore ass for his apparent cluelessness alongside more smacks Gordon quickly wracked his mind as he was spanked, trying to decipher what Pete wanted from him. It was only after several more minutes of being whooped that he finally came to a conclusion for his predicament, the solution instantly making him want to refuse, his pride rearing up again in outrage. 

“I am not saying that D’caht!” Gordon snapped, trying to get up.

“Say it!” Pete growled pushing him back down and holding him in place. “Say it or da deals off!”

There were a few seconds of dreadful silence as Pete halted in his motions, Gordon debating if he really could say what the other man wanted. It was only with a terrible shudder that the ape realized he had to say it, if only to keep his secret hidden. “I-I-I’m sorry D-Daddy.” He stuttered, eyes screwing shut. “Please stop spanking me daddy. I‘ll be a gooood booooy!!!”

“Heh-heh fuck right you will, Gordy.” Pete almost cooed as he finally stopped, his hands instead gently and softly rubbing the now sore and bruised area. “Now, that weren’t so hard was it?”

“You're kidding right?” Gordon huffed, out of breath and red faced. “I think I’m going to be sick.” 

If any of his distinguished colleagues back home were to somehow find out about what he had just called some yokel from Hicksville USA daddy he’d die of humiliation. What was even worse was how the terrible thought sent a perverse thrill down his spine and to the tips of his toes.

Snorting at the despondent tone in his new fuck buddy’s voice Pete decided his bitch had earned a treat and rolled himself off of the ape so he could crawl down to the bottom of the bed. “Here, ya whiny bastard let daddy make it feel better.” 

Gordon didn’t know whether or not he liked the sound of that statement. “Just how are you going to do that?”

“Like this.” Spreading the ass he had oh so nicely smacked around to a crimson red Pete stuck out his tongue and swiped upward, the slippery appendage slowly working its way over the hairy crack with a wet sounding slurp. ‘This oughta make him happy.’ Pete thought as he began. ‘Then he won’t be so object-ta-fyin’ when I want ta fuck him.’

To say that Gordon was surprised when he felt that tricky tongue slid up his furrow would be an understatement. The only thing that shocked him more was how his temperamental mood did an instant one-eighty when he received even more, his eyes starting to roll back in his head and his back arching as Pete really started to drive his face into his sore bottom.

“By god… D’caht that is amazing!” Gordon groaned slowly as he wagged his ass from side to side. “You’re hitting just the right spot. Keep doing it!” When an annoyed cough came from behind him Gordon quickly realized his misstep and corrected his words. “I-I mean please keep doing that daddy.” He shamefully begged. “I-If you want to of course.”

Pete snorted in amusement, his hot breath tingling the hairs between Gordon’s asscheeks as he did. “Better.” He said as he continued licking.

Truly getting down to business Pete began eating out the plump, spank reddened ass in front of him with complete and total abandon. Dragging his tongue up and down the crack several times as he greedily and noisily devoured the tender area as if he were starving. Drilling into the pucker at the center again and again he readied it for his future intrusion, thick fingers soon joining in on the fun, penetrating, stretching, and prodded the winking hole expertly. 

“I… I didn’t think you’d be into this sort of thing.” Gordon commented as he was unwittingly prepared. “You seem like the kind of man who prefers to be the one receiving than giving.”

“I don’t mind a bit ‘o’ salad tossin’ when I feel up to it.” Pete responded, with a rather loud filthy sounding snort. “I licked pussy back when I fucked women so no reason why I won’t lick ass now that I’m fucking ‘roud wit men. Don’t see much of a difference either way. Cept its tighter back here, heh-heh.”

“I‘ll have to take your word for it D‘caht.” Gordon mumbled as he laid his head down and enjoyed being rimmed. 

“Damn look at Mr. D go!” Moose exclaimed lowly from outside the room. Reluctantly drawing his eyes away from the crack in the door he peered down to Pj who currently had his cock in his mouth sucking on it. “You’re not going to believe it but your dad’s giving mine a rim job.”

“Oh, I believe it?” Pj hummed pulling off of his boyfriend’s cock for a second then going right back to sucking on it. ‘You wouldn’t believe how much he does it to me when we’re alone. Didn’t know he did it to others though.’

Finishing with his fingering Pete slid off of the end of the bed and stood, his feet landing on the carpet as he gave Gordon an evil look. “Time for da main show Gordy boy.” He announced while wiping the spittle from his chin. “Need ta get naked first so give me a few minutes.”

Unbuckling his belt Pete slowly made his way around the bed making sure his soon to be bitch heard him fiddle with the metal. Coming to a stop at the side of the bed, he hurriedly unzipped his slacks and proceeded to remove his shirt. It was as he bared his upper torso that he was pleasantly surprised to see Gordon leering lustfully at him. The gorilla licking his lips for a second as if unable to contain the desire in his mind. 

“Looks like you can stand lookin’ at me now Gordy boy.” He said referring to what the ape had said when they had first entered the room. “How’s da view.”

“Alright I suppose D’caht.” Gordon huffed attempting to save face. Once again all it took was a hard look from Pete to browbeat the once proud man back into submission. Gordon wincing and mumbling out a meek sounding, “I mean I like it… daddy.” as he looked down at his hands.

Pleased that the other man was starting to learn who was the boss, albeit slowly, Pete made quick work of the rest of his clothes, his boxers dropping down around his ankles being the finale to his lazy strip tease as he strode forward planning to order himself up a nice blowjob to get him lubed up. T

To his tremendous surprise however, instead of having to be told what to do Gordon unexpectedly opened his mouth wide and immediately began sucking on his rock hard cock. It was almost as if doing so were second nature to the uptight city lawyer 

“Heh-heh good boy Gordy.” Pete said patting the ape’s cheek. “Really work da slit for me. Drag yer tongue up and down it, drill in there a little too Fella’s like it when ya show how much you want ta please’em.”

Listening for once Gordon did as he had been instructed without over thinking, after all if he was going to do this might as well learn from a certified man whore like the man above him. Not that he’d voice that after the spanking he had gotten. 

Slowly but surely the law savvy lawyer quickly found a good stride in his task, his head bobbing back and forth in his awkward position for all he was worth. He had watched videos before on the internet, locked away in his private bedroom or his office but experiencing the real thing was so much different. When he got home he’d have to make sure he changed his profile on HAND-C. 

Growling as his dick was coated in saliva Pete started to move his hips back and forth a little, watching closely as his thick veiny rod slid deeper into the throat he was using. “You like suckin’ on m’dick Gordy? It taste good?” He taunted, eyes flashing with lust when Gordon nodded. “Well, since ya like it that much go ahead and keep goin’. I’m gonna need all the spit you can muster to get inside yer up-tight ass.”

Bending over Pete worked his finger into the ape’s ass again, making sure it was still nicely prepared for their next activity. Giving a pleased hum he easily slid his thick probing fingers into the nicely opened hole, the blow job he was getting spurring him to reward Gordon with clever twists of his wrists that hit his prostrate repeatedly.

Finally after one particularly deep jab on his part Pete withdrew his palm and stepped back, his cock leaving Gordon’s mouth with a loud pop. When there was a whine from the gorilla because his treat had been taken away his begging earned him a light slap on the cheek and the amused words. “Don’t ya worry ya horny ass ambulance chaser.” Pete snickered. “You’ll be gettin’ more dick in a few seconds. Course, gonna be yer ass stuffed to da brim this time.”

Gordon eyes the large organ he had been nursing on fearfully. “Are you sure it’s going to fit?”

“I’ll make it fit.” Pete replied. 

Going around the bed Pete grabbed Gordon by his ankle and spun him around on top of the bed so that his legs were hanging over one side and he was parallel to the door. He needed a better angle parallel the door if he was going to really get off. With that thought in mind Pete got into position behind the other man and placed both of his hands on his soon to be fuck buddy’s hips. 

Breath growing short as he felt those palms resting on his lower back Gordon found himself beginning to worry. “Promise you’ll take it out if it starts to hurt too badly.” He begged.

“No, I’m going to tear you up Gordy boy.” Was the simple response from Pete. Gathering some spit in his mouth the large man let it lewdly trickling over his lips and land right at the top of Gordon’s crack, the viscous fluid traveling down its length, lubing it and over the large balls nestled underneath. “Gonna make ya scream like it were a baseball bat bein’ shoved up there.”

Feeling the warm spit run down his crack and hearing those dark words Gordon whimpered. “Please just promise to be gentle… ah, ah… D-Daddy?” He asked pleadingly. “I haven’t had more than a dildo up there before. And it was nowhere quite as large as you seem to be.”

“Heh-heh I’ll try.” Pete said unconvincingly. Aiming for the “bull’s-eye” he snickered dirtily and pushed forward, the tip finding its mark and sinking into the man under him with the incredible ease. Almost like it was used to being penetrated. 

“Never had more than a dildo my big fat hairy hiney.” Pete grunted as he snapped his hips upwards violently. “No ass virgin is this easy ta get inside. Not even my fatass son and da first time I nailed his ass and he had been stuffin’ a big ol dildo up his slutty chute!” 

Gritting his teeth as he was driven into Gordon red-facedly peered over his shoulder a little ashamed of himself. “I... I’ve used a few other things.” He admitted in-between pants. “A coke bottle, some cucumbers when I was younger… m-my fingers…”

“Ha! I knew it ye slut.” Pete crowed slamming into his partner extra hard. “But that can’t be it… no, a closet case like yerself needs more than itty bitty stuff like that. I bet ya got a butt plug, dont’cha?” 

When Gordon looked away and hid his face over the side of the bed Pete slapped his left butt cheek hard and laughed. “I fuckin’ knew it.” He brayed. “Bet ya shoved it up yer ass all da time. Fuck, you probably even went ta court once with it up yer ass. Must’ave lost yer case ‘caus of it.”

“I only did it once!” Gordon blurted out, his rear end on fire in the most wonderful way. “And I won! Interrogated the defendant so hard he cried and everything.” His own desire overtaking him after he finished telling such an embarrassing and private story the once dignified city man began to slam back against the rod reaming his ass apart, trying desperately to get more of it inside of him. 

Seeing what the other man was doing Pete stopped and folded his arms over his chest watching as Gordon impaled himself over and over like the whore he knew he was. “That’ is ya needy tramp!” He growled in encouragement. “Go ahead and keep fuckin’ yerself jus like ya did downstairs. Bet you never thought you’d end up likin’ this so much.”

Continuing to wildly grind himself back against Pete‘s crotch Gordon roughly shook his head. “I didn’t!” He admitted. “And I’m sorry Mr. D’caht! I was very rude to you earlier. I just… I don’t like my plans ruined, especially when it comes to my son’s plan for success, and your very presence seemed to be doing just that.”

“Speakin ‘bout that I’m thinkin’ we should discuss that third favor I wanted from ya.” Pete suddenly brought up.

“N-Now!?” Gordon said becoming flabbergasted, his body slowing to a stop. “But we’re right in the middle of having sex. You’ve got you cock up inside me.”

Clutching the ape’s sides Pete once again took over. His hips meeting Gordon’s backside with loud meaty thwacks that only grew louder when the ape moaned. “I say da best time ta do business is when got yer opponent bent over a barrel… or bed in yer case.” Pete said matter-of-factly. “Hard fer a man ta say no when he’s got sumthing hammerin’ away at his guts.”   

Gordon huffed, not at all liking how he had been tricked into this. “Fine then, go ahead and make your demand, just please thrust into me harder, please… d-daddy.” 

“Good boy.” Pounding the gorilla’s upturned ass harder and faster like he had been asked Pete cleared his throat and flatly delivered his third demand of their deal. “Third thing I want is yer kid.” He revealed. “Da one here in da house not yer other brats case yer wonderin’.” 

“YOU WANT WHAT?!” Gordon shouted, his face going red in outrage. “There is no way in heaven, hell, on anywhere in-between I am going to give in to that sort of indecent request. He is a Clancy not some… some… some prostitute!”

“I weren’t talking ‘bout makin’ him m’ sex slave.” Pete snorted coolly. “He’ already gives it up fer free so I don’t have’ta. I talkin’ bout you getting the hell outta dodge and leavin’ him here with me. He’s prac-tilly mine already.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Gordon huffed angrily. “I’m the one who raised and fed him. Who gives him the money he uses to live. He is my responsibility and mine alone. I am his father after all!”

“You might be father bub but I’m his Daddy!” Pete pointed out as he began to pile drive into the other man. “He spends his time wit my son over my house. He eats my food, sleeps in my bed, and most of all I fuck his slutty little ass every single fuckin’ day! He’s mine and he damn well knows it!”

Turning his head towards the door Pete took a deep breath and then let out a might bellow. “AIN’T THAT RIGHT MONKEY?!!”

Still standing outside of the bedroom in the middle of their own sexual escapades both Moose and Pj froze. The pair sharing a worried look before they stepped apart. “H-He’s must just messing with your dad.” Pj tried to assure the older boy in a loud whisper. “There’s no way he could know we’ve been watching them.”

“Yeah, your right.” Moose agreed chuckling nervously. “I-I mean, we’ve been really quiet out here and all.”

“Like hell you have!” Pete’ loud voice called out again. 

The door in front of them swinging open all of the sudden Pj and Moose found themselves ungracefully stumbling forwards, the two of them ending up stumbling into the bedroom their fathers were inside with twin shouts of shock and a mighty thud as they landed onto the plush carpet in a heap of tangled limbs and curses.

Moose was the first to recover from this unexpected tumble. The ape rubbing his nose which had been stubbed during their fall. “Geeze I think I broke my face.” He grumbled as he rubbed his injury.

Recovering himself Pj clumsily shifted onto his knees everything around them forgotten at the thought of Moose being hurt. “Here let me check for you.” Carefully placing his hands on Moose cheeks Pj examined the bruise. “No, no you’re alright just got it scuffed up thankfully. I can go and get you a… OH!”

Having let go of Moose’s face and beginning to turn around so he could go get a cold compress Pj suddenly found himself confronted by a very erect and very large penis, the heavy organ tapping against his nose as he fall back onto his butt in mild shock.  

“You better watch where you go sticking yer face boy.” Pete’s gruff voice warned from above the seated boy. “You don’t know where I’ve been stickin’ that baby lately.”

Looking upwards at that dirty joke Pj whimpered when he saw that the mysterious cock that was in his face belong to none other than his own father. The older man staring down at him with a look that told him he wasn’t entirely pleased that he had been ignored at first. 

“You know, on second though ya pair of brats…” Pete said continuing his though. “I’m thinkin’ you know ‘zactly where it’s been don’t ya. Less I’m wrong in thinkin’ that it’s bee you two out there this entire time.”

Realizing that Pete had known about their voyeurism Pj sheepishly bowed his head and looked over to Moose hoping that he had an idea of how they were going to explain themselves. Unfortunately the gorilla didn’t seem to notice his predicament; his gaze focused entirely one something that was across the room from them.

“What’s wrong Moose?” Pj asked. “Is your nose still hurting?”

Without moving his head Moose reached over and physically turned Pj’s head for him, the feline giving a gasp when he saw the same thing that he was seeing. There, on the bed was the older boy’s a very pissed off father, the middle aged man’s face bright red and mouth spewing out a string of curses as he desperately tried to free himself. 

Folding his arms over his massive chest Pete smirked and nodded over to the bound ape. “Well ain’t ya gonna be polite an say hello to Mr. Clancy boys?” He asked. “Don’t be rude now. ‘Specially you Moosey. He’s yer old man after all.” 

Blushing at both his apparent rudeness and what was going on around him Pj ducked his head and mumbled out a quick greeting. “H-Hello Mr. Clancy… nice weather today, huh?”

“Hello pops.” Moose muttered unsure how he should be reacting to this.

“No, no that ain’t da way ta greet yer dad monkey boy.” Pete said walking around the pair. “Naw, a son should greet his old man all proper-like. Here, let me show ya.” Tugging at the back of Pj’s shirt the older man pulled the unsuspecting boy around and proceeded to make out with him like had had tried to do downstairs, his hands grabbing the sides of Pj’s head as he held him in place and drew him into a sloppy incestuous kiss.

Like always Pj responded eagerly to the lip lock, squirming to press himself up against his father’s body as he was dominated and groped by large curious hands. ‘It’s always so good.’ He thought happily to himself as Pete began to remove his pants. ‘Every darn time it’s soooo very gooood!’

This happy reunion between father and son was ruined before it got to good though, the mood once more shattered by the breath gasp of Gordon Clancy as he watched them from his spot atop the bed. “Stop committing crimes right in front of me D’caht and untie me this instant!” He roared. 

“Now, now Gordy boy that ain’t no way to talk to yer daddy.” Pete chuckled, his laughter only increasing when he saw the faces of the two younger men in the room. Guess he was right about them listening to their fun outside. 

Gordon however wasn’t in as much of a joking mood. “Don’t you dare bring up that daddy crap now D’caht!” He warned. “I may have indulged in my fantasies when we were alone but I will no longer participate now that I know my son has been watching us.”

“Wanna bet on that buster?” Was Pete’s bemused response. “Yer not done gettin’ yerself fucked over till I‘ve said yer done. In fact it’s ‘bout time for a new man at bat.” Looking down to the slightly confused Pj the large man pointed over to Gordon. “Get in there son!” He ordered. “Get in there and fuck-a-fy yer boyfriend’s dad.”

Suddenly recovering from what he had been put through Pj snapped his head from left to right shifting his vision between his dad and Moose’s. “I-I can’t do that dad…. It’s not something that--” A firm hand on his back pushing him towards the bound ape stopped any protests. 

“I said fuck da bastard and do it good!” Pete cheered. “Make yer dear ol dad proud an’ show’im that yer a real hard fuckin’ D’caht man.”

“Alright… I-if you say so sir.” Pj said not entirely sure he should be agreeing to what he was. Sheepishly making his way over to the bed where Gordon was still laying the pudgy boy gave the trapped primate an apologetic look while slipping his shorts and underwear down his hips. “I’m really sorry about this Mr. Clancy.” He told the older man. “But you know what going against my dad wishes get you in the end.”

Gordon took a deep breath, his still sore ass throbbing as Pj’s placed his hands on it. “I think I got the idea pretty clear when he was pound at my ass kid.” He huffed. “At the very least I‘m sure you‘ll be gentler then you brute of a father. And it‘s a good thing too… I’m starting to get tender back there.”

Coming up behind the older man and prying apart his asscheeks Pj peered down at the spit covered and gaping back entrance his dad had been violently drilling into only minutes ago. How was it possible for anyone to “go easy” when there was such an erotic and appetizing sight right in front of them?

“I’ll try to ease in slowly sir.” Pj eventually said taking a large audible gulp of air. “B-But I don’t know if I can keep going like that.”

Wanting to be inside of Mr. Clancy as soon as possible Pj rested his hands on either side of the ape’s silver streaked lower back and pushed into him with one steady motion, hips meeting ass for only a brief moment before he lost all thoughts of going slowly and started gyrating back and forth as fast and as hard as he was able to go.

“Oh man Mr. Clancy!” Pj cried out, the loose wet heat clutching his manhood driving him onward. 

Head snapping back with a loud groan as he was driven into by the younger man Gordon clenched the bed sheet with both his hands and ground back against the dick ramming its way in and out of his ass. “You’re just as bad as your father!” He accused. “Lying bastards the both of you. Taking advantage of honest men like me!” 

“I’m really, really sorry sir.” Pj whimpered, his speed only increasing to a jackhammer’s pace despite his apologies. “I’ll stop if you really want me too.”

“You do kid and I really will be angry at you!” Gordon threatened, as he started to move his body in tune with each inward thrust. “And if you insist on going at that speed you better last. If this is happening I want to enjoy myself.”

Continuing to watch from his place in front of the bed Moose let out a surprised grunt as Pete placed his large arm over his shoulder and pulled him into a sideways hug. “Heh-heh, look at yer old man getting reamed by our fat boy over there Moosey.” He said nodding over to the rutting pair. “An lookit, I think da stuffed shirt is lovin’ it despite that grumpy face he’s makin’”

“I-I guess so Mr. D.” Moose said not letting his vision leave the bed for a moment. 

The sight was almost hypnotizing in a way, his father trying to avoid eye contact as he was taken from behind, the older gorilla biting his bottom lip in an effort to keep from moaning in pleasure. It was so distracting that Moose didn’t realize Pete's hand moving towards his ass until the cat's palm cupped and squeezed his jean clad bottom.

“MR. D!” Moose huffed out with a chuckle. “You’re still horny?” 

“What? You really think fuckin’ yer old man would satis-ma-fy me taday boy?” Pete said with a lecherous smirk. Spinning the younger man around, he quickly pinned the gorilla up against the bedroom wall with his large bulk, his hardening and leaking cock dirtily staining the back of his jean clad bottom. “Naw, I‘m in da mood fer another helping’ of hairy monkey ass.”

Not complaining at all as he was trapped by the older man behind him Moose shivered and braced himself for what was to come. The fact that his dad was right behind them, about to witness what was about to happen sent a thrill down his spine that was only eclipsed by the one that he got when Pete reached down and started to unbuckle his pants.

Of course that didn’t mean he didn’t feel like being his usual smart mouthed self. “Y-You know Mr. D I’m sorta offended by all those monkey cracks you make.” He huffed out as his drawers dropped and a finger slipped between his dark furred asscheeks. “I’m not a monkey… I’m an ape you know. Thought you would have noticed I don’t have a tail coming out my ass. Especially with how often you’re behind me.” 

Pete grinned at the gall of the primate at his mercy. The kid really did have promise. No wonder he liked him so much. “Who gives a fuck iffin yer a monkey or an ape boy, yer still a banana muncher either way.” Pete growled into Moose’s ear. “Heh-heh, well, that and yer a pillow biter too ain’tcha.”

“Don’t you know it Mr. D.” Bracing his hands on the wall before his eyes Moose gritted his teeth and waited for Pete to get started. When the older man chuckled in his ears and pressed his manhood against his back entrance the gorilla let out a hard huff, his body breached and his ass penetrated by the thick shaft he had been fucked with earlier that night. “Oh man… feels good to have you back inside me.”

“I know slut, I know.” Getting to work Pete grabbed his younger fuck buddy by the hips, driving and slamming into him with enough force to knock the wind out of the primate’s lungs. Even after fucking the boy’s father a short time ago he was more than able to keep going, his fucking rough and bawdy as he muttered filthy compliments into Moose’s ears.

Wrapping his arm around the boy’s waist after a few good solid minutes of down and dirty fornicating Pete clumsily spun them around, chin landing on the ape’s shoulder as the two of them continued fucking and watched Pj having his way with Gordon.

“See what I was talkin’ about Gordy?” Pete said making sure he had the other man’s attention. “This here boy wit my dick up his ass is mine.” Speeding up, his hips becoming a blur Pete let loose the full brunt of his sexual prowess and had Moose throwing his head back moaning for more in a matter of seconds. “I fuck’um, I feed’um, I watch after’im. He’s my boy and he calls me daddy now. Come on monkey boy; tell yer old man who I am to ya!”

Screwing his eyes shut as his body was wracked with near orgasmic convulsions Moose found himself unable to respond. His face tinting and his knew going week from the bone numbing overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing.  

“HEY!! I’m talkin’ to ya boy!” Pete growled. Deciding he needed to teach the ape to answer him when he talked the older man took him by the chin pulled him into a sloppy kiss, droll running down both their chins as Moose whined and absently sucked on the tongue being shoved into his mouth. Finishing after several long agonizingly pleasant seconds Pete drew back and smirked over to Gordon. “Alright boy I’ll ask you again: who da fuck am I to you?!”

Making a sound that was a cross between a whine and a moan Moose blearily looked over to his father, his eyes a little watery. “He’s my daddy Pops!” He happily cried out. “Pete D’caht it my Daddy and it’s the second best thing I’ve ever experienced!!”

Pleased by how he had gotten Moose to proclaim him the “second” best thing Pete slowed down moving his hips from side to side as he lapped his tongue across the area between the younger man’s shoulder and neck. “Good boy.” He growled. “No go an tell da bossy bastard what you want ta do wit yer life!”

“Mr. D?” Moose asked confused. 

Snapping his hips hard, the force actually lifting Moose off of the ground for a second Pete growled in the gorilla‘s ear. “I said TELL’UM!” He commanded as he picked up the pace once again. “I know you made up yer mind ‘bout what you really want. So be a fuckin’ man and make me proud by tellin’ that fucker on da bed over there that you ain’t his property ta boss ‘round.”

Looking down at his father as Pete continued to relentlessly drive into him Moose whimpered and tried his best to gather his courage. It was only when Pj gave him a concerned look and Pete tightened his grip around his body that he finally gained the strength to say what the wanted. 

“I‘m going to stay here in Spoonerville Pops and you’re not going to stop me!” Moose said firmly. 

Doing his best to concentrate on what his son was saying Gordon gazed up at his son, frowning angrily. “I’ll cut you off if you stay.” He threatened. “I won’t assist you in this lifestyle. You‘ll have to find a job on your own and with you lack of a diploma….”

“The brat don’t need ta worry ‘bout that.” Pete informed the Clancy family patriarch. “Seems that I’m gonna be in da market for a new sales person down at da lot in a little while. Seein’ how sneaky and underhanded this slutty boy right here is I’m thinking’ he’ll be more than da prefect fit.”

Shocked that Pete had just offered him a job Moose did his best to look the other man in the eyes. “A-Are you sure you want to hire me Mr. D?” He asked honestly doubting what he heard. “I’m mean; I really don’t know how to sell cars to people.”

“Like hell you don’t.” Wanting to make sure Gordon heard this next bit Pete walked forward, never once stopping in his thrusting and quickly bent Moose over the bed. “Every time you bring yer horny ass down to da lot you end up suckerin’ some smuck inta buyin’ one of ‘m cars. Sold three of’um last week when we had that little get tagether.”

“I…I was just telling them how cool they were.” Moose reasoned, his face inches away from his father’s. “I wasn’t trying to sell stuff.”

“But ya did and that’s natural talent.” Pete encouraged. “With that and the scheme you cooked up Frankenstein-in’ spare parts I’m bettin’ that yer well on your way ta bein’ as good as I am. Prefect sleazy salesman material unlike Pj over there.”

As if the mention of his name had sent him over the edge Pj suddenly keened loudly, his forward gyrations into Gordon’s rear becoming unsteady as his cheeks turned red and he came inside of the gorilla. Gordon wasn’t far behind his face never once breaking eye contact with Moose’s as he grunted and erupted onto the bedcovers below them. 

“Yer turn boy.” Pete chuckled as he watched Pj pull out and plop down onto the floor on his ass. “We’ll count this as yer interview for yer new job. Ya start Monday.” 

Wrapping his arm around Moose neck Pete pulled him up flush against his heaving chest just in time for him to orgasm, the young virile primate’s thick creamy seed splattering across his father’s face with a glorious scream filled the room. Pete came not two seconds later, his manhood expanding and filling his son’s boyfriend with such volume that it trickled down Moose’s legs and onto the carpet. 

For several minutes after the grand finale both sets of father and son’s stayed in place, their heartbeats slowing as heavy panting filled their ears. Then with an undignified whoop Pete pushed Moose forward, his cock coming out of the surprised man with a squish as he spun around and headed towards the door. 

“After fuckin’ like that I need sumthin ta eat!” Pete announced. “Pj! Get yer ass over here and follow me downstairs. You’re cookin’ us up a whole damn feast ta cell-e-brate mine and Gordy boy’s deal. Gonna stay all night iffin we feel like it!!”

Using the bed to help him get back onto his feet Pj looked over to the Clancy’s who still hadn’t moved. Moose leaning against his father’s body as Gordon looked away his face blank. “But dad… this isn’t our house.” He protested. “Besides I think Moose’s dad wants us to leave remember.”

“It ain’t his house no more boy.” Pete told his son flippantly. “I’m buying it first thin in da morin’ and we’re gonna need a couple ‘o’ hours ta hammer out the fine details. Heh-heh just like I did with Bubba’s decrepit old man.”

Pj gave Moose and Gordon one last look. “Alright I suppose.” He said. “Hey… M-Moose” Do you want to help me when I‘m--”

Opening the bedroom door Pete called over to his son before he could finish. “Leave’um be boy.” He ordered. “Those two got some serious-like talkin’ ta do. Don’t ya Gordy.”

“Yes Mr. D’caht I think we have much to discuss.” Gordon said finally speaking. Rolling over to his side the older gorilla sat up and gave his son a confused almost hurt look. “If that’s alright with you son.”

“Sure thing pops…” Moose said giving a nod. “Mm, l-let me untie you first though. Maybe put on some pants…”

Smirking Pete quickly grabbed Pj by his arm and pulled him out of the room with him, the father and son duo leaving the Clancy’s to talk over whatever they still had to air out. Shutting the door behind him Pete chuckled darkly, his eyes going over to Pj who was watching him warily. “What I wouldn’t give ta be a fly on da wall in there.” The older man said. “Bet they get ta fuckin’ again b’fore five minutes up.”

“Not everyone is like us dad.” Pj mumbled. Thinking over something the chubby boy decided that he had to ask his father a question. “Are you really going to give Moose a job down at your lot?”

“I said I wuz didn’t I?” Pete answered as he headed down the hallway. “Not like I wuz lyin’”

Chasing after the larger man Pj came up beside him and gave him a questioning look. “Alright but why?” He continued to question. “You didn’t have to after all.”

“Wut wuz I s’pose ta do boy? Iffin I let yer horny monkey boyfriend move away you’d be whinin’ and mopin’ around the house all da damn time.” Pete said much to Pj’s surprise. To think that the older man had actually done what he done to save him from being hurt. 

Of course Pete couldn’t allow him to keep thinking that. Smirking, the large man looked down at his son evilly. “Sides it’s not like I gots m’self time ta train another bitch as good as that one. Moosey’s got one tight ass an I’d like ta keep it close.”

“Daaaad.” Pj sighed. “That can’t be the only reason, can it?”

There was a long pause as Pete thought of the question. “Naw, that ain’t the only one. Boy’s a good invest-ta-ment in da long run.” He responded sounding somewhat honest. “After all, someone’s gotta be ready to take over when I eventually retire. Might as well be him more than anyone else. It’s not like you could do it with all them damn ethics and chartable-like notions you got in yer head.”

“You’re right on that dad.” Pj giggled softly. “I still think that spare part plan is dirty.”

Pete snorted. “See that’s what I’m talkin’ bout no business sense.” He huffed. “Anyway you got yer own ideas ‘bout what you want ta do don’t ya boy?”

Pj was surprised when his dad said that. He hadn’t told anyone save Mr. Fraido what he was planning to do concerning college. “How do you know about that?” He asked.

There was a snicker form Pete as the two of them descended down the stairs. “I’ve been readin’ yer little dairy boy.” He revealed with a grin. “Speakin of… I think’s it’s time we get ta making another entry. I’m thinking’ whip cream, and bananas… heh-heh.”

(That reminds me Mr. Dairy I’ve really got to find a better hiding spot for you after I finish writing tonight. If dad fins you again I don’t think I can relive reenacting everything I’ve put down.)

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The Following Monday…

Moose couldn’t say he thought his reflection in the mirror was handsome that day. His once bed messy hair slicked back by a buttload of styling gel and his usual wardrobe of casual attire replaced by a brand new starched and white work shirt and plain tan slacks. “I look like my dad.” He complained

“Hey at least you aren’t a smaller nicer version of him like I am with my dad.” Pj said padding his way over to his boyfriend and hugging him from the side. “And as for what you’re wearing, I think it’s kinda sexy Yancey.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” Moose growled out with a barely contained smile. “You are never going to let me forget that that’s my real name are you Fatty?”

Pj shook his head giggling. “I told you: I think it’s a nice name.” He simply stated. “Oh, and did you know it can be a girl’s name too? Isn’t that cute?”

“That’s enough out of you!” Turning towards his mischievous boyfriend Moose peppered his cheek with kisses in retaliation. Pj didn’t tease him often but it always amused him when he did. 

Their moment was interrupted however when Pete stomped his way down the stairs. The older man giving them one look before he rolled his eyes and complained about their behavior. “Will you two queers knock it off!” He snapped. “We ain’t got time ta waste with all that mushy shit.”

“Sure thing boss.” Moose snickered letting Pj go. “We’ll finish this later Fatty.”

“Not a’fore I get a crack at ya in my office.” Pete huffed pushing past the duo and out the front door.

Left by themselves Moose snuck in one more kiss and then headed towards the door himself. But before he could get too far Pj grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged him backwards. “Here… I… I made you and dad lunch.” He said holding up two marked paper bags. “Just some sandwiches Mr. Fraido taught me to make and cookies. Not much, but I thought you’d like them.”

Taking the two bags Moose looked down at them fondly and smiled. “Thanks babe.” He said looking back up. “I’ll see you after work, Ok? Love ya Fatty.” 

That said Moose made a hasty retreat, Pj left in the dust confused by the suddenness of it. Shrugging it off though he decided he better get ready for school and turned to head back up the stairs for his book bag. It was in doing this however that the last thing Moose had said replayed in his mind. “Wait a minute…” He began spinning around. “Did Moose just say he…

“…Loved him!” Moose groaned as he banged his head against the headboard of Pete’s Studebaker. “I can’t believe I went and told him I loved him like that!” 

Turning his attention away from the road in front of them Pete snorted at the overly dramatic antics of his newest employee. “What da hell are you going on about?” He wondered, half bored already. “Didn’t mean it or sumthing?”

“No Mr. D I meant it, I really did. It’s just…” Fuck Moose hated having to say this out loud. “…Me saying I love you for the first time should have been way more romantic then that! I should have said it during a romantic dinner or when we were taking a moonlit walk on a starry night or… or I don’t know maybe after we just finished fucking like jackrabbits!”

Chortling merrily at the way the younger man was talking Pete gave him a deeply amused look. “You’re nuthin’ but a big ol fairy aren’t ya?” He taunted. “All rainbows and unicorns, skippin’ out yer ass all da damn time.”

“Very funny Mr. D.” Moose said pretending to be very offended. “It’s a very real thing when you realize you care for someone that much.”

“Still say yer a pansy.” Pete insisted.

Looking over at the older man out of the corner of his eye Moose shook his head, not in anger but in amusement at the way he was being teased. His day wouldn’t be complete unless he was either made fun of or bossed around by Pete D’caht. 

“Alright Mr. D I might be a pansy but I’m glad I am. And you want to know what…?” Putting his hand on Pete’s thigh Moose gave it a meaningful squeeze. “…I care about you too. You’re like a father-in-law to me. A father-in-law who screws my ass on a regular basis.”

Being told that Pete peered over to Moose for a brief moment, a small almost useable smile on his lips, then suddenly he frowned and looked away with an annoyed huff. “Don’t go all mushy on me Monkey boy.” He griped. “I gotta stat teachin’ you everything in ‘m bag ‘o’ tricks and we don’t got time ta waste on that sort of shit.”

“Sure thing boss… sure thing.” Moos laughed as he leaned back in his seat and rummaged through the bag lunch Pj had made for him. 

(Well, Mr. Dairy there it is. One of the most awkward and embarrassing experiences of my like. But just like that whole blackmailing thing that brought me and Moose together I’m really glad things turned out the way they did. Now because of what happened that night me and Moose are closer than ever. I just hope things between Moose and his dad are alright. I mean it seemed that way when they came back down stairs after their talk but he sure didn’t stay any longer than he had to. No, the very next day he was driving off in his car, heading back to New York with barely a goodbye. Moose was a little sad as you can imagine. But, I think he cheered up after my dad started telling him about his new duties as his protégé and I offered to make breakfast for the three of us. I remembering thinking as we walked into the kitchen to start our meal how lucky I really was when it came down to it. I mean after everything me and Moose had gone through in the last year. Him bullying me all the time back in September, that night my dad blackmailed him into coming home with me, those tense moments when we were becoming friends, that away game, that amazing first date. I knew that through all that I had met someone who I really love. And Mr. Dairy… that’s something really special, you know.) 

Nest time, Pj graduates in more way than one…