Early April, Route 54, Heading South...

With a lusty sounding whimper a naked and sweaty Pj D’caht gave a week sounding whimper and raised his ass a little higher into the air. When a pair of large hands took hold of his hips and shifted him into a better position he clutched the sheets of the bed under him and tried his best not to become undone as his already tender hole was stretched once again by a certain thick rod which belonged to none other than his own father. Being entered his body shuddering as the colossal invader began to move at a merciless and undaunted pace Pj found himself beginning to grunt and cry out in pleasure, eyes sliding shut as he tried to just forget about his surroundings and enjoy what was happening. 

With the tempo of the power thrusts behind him increasing to a maddening pace the room around Pj suddenly began to rock back and forth almost in tune with what his father was doing. But the source of this chaotic movement wasn’t because of what Pete was doing to Pj’s increasingly sore bottom. No, the reason why the room that Pj had somehow found himself being so expertly fucked in was shaking was because it was located in the back of a ratty old RV. A vehicle which his dad had purchased for the soul reason of giving them transportation for the prolonged fishing trip Pete had forced both him and Bubba to go on. A trip which Pj was beginning to suspect was just an excuse to have sex with him in various other states. 

His dad hitting a certain special spot within him, Pj’s let out a yelp that he was sure could be heard for miles around and instantly covered his mouth once he did. He had to be quiet. They were out in the open and being too loud could result in them being found out. Finally after willing himself to regain his senses, Pj hesitantly spoke up. He had to, after all a dingy bed in the back of an RV careening down the interstate at sixty mile an hour just wasn’t a proper place for this activity. Even if he was enjoying it. 

“Um… *ahh!* …Oh god dad…!” Pj tried in a throaty voice as he was fucked. “C-C-Could you please hurry u-up wi-with this?”

Pounding away at the younger man’s backside a smirking and proud of himself Pete D’caht didn’t miss a beat as he snickered cruelly at his son‘s suggestion. “Heh-heh, quit actin’ like ya don’t like this ya slut!” He crowed, not a bit of shame in the statement. “Yer as hard as a rock while ya got yer ever-lovin’ daddy fuckin’ ya in da ass?!” 

To prove his point Pete reached under Pj and gripped the boy’s weeping member, gathering some of the sticky pre that was dripping from the hanging member on his think fingers. Without any warning he then withdrew his hand and stuck those same digits into the younger man’s mouth, forcing Pj taste his own arousal. Working his tongue over his father’s fingers Pj gave a needy moan and pushed backwards on the thickness splitting his dark furred ass cheeks. Why did he have to react to his dad’s dirty tactics like some sort of backroom trollop?

“See, look at ya boy! Leaking like a broken faucet and suckin‘ on my fingers.” Pete snapped his hips making Pj moan around his fingers. “Now are you goin’ ta shut da hell up or are you gonna admit that you want me to keep doin‘ what I‘m doin’!!”

Pj began to mumble a very enthusiastic yes to his dad’s question but caught himself before he revealed how he truly felt. If he revealed his inner sluttyness now then Pete would take every opportunity to put him into similar situations and risk what they had. His dad might know that they need to be secretive about their sex life but all rational thought went out the window when the heavyset man got horny enough. 

Choosing his words carefully, Pj responded to what his dad had said. “It’s… *oh god!* …it’s not about me liking it or not d-d-dad!” He began in a pleading tone. “I-I just don’t think this is the right place to be doing this is all. What if someone sees us!?”

Pete only continued to smirk at the back of his son’s head and he pounded away. “Awe come on ya horny little brat.” He laughed. “Iffin anyone did take a peek at us screwing I bet you’d just give them those big ol puppy dog eyes, raise-” Pete slapped Pj hard on his upturned ass enticing an almost girly yelp from the boy much to his delight. “-this here ass in da air and ask’um ta join in on da fun.” 

Reveling in the blush that crept up his son’s cheeks at those words Pete choose to get a second opinion if only to worsen it. “Wadda ya think Bubba?” He asked glancing over his shoulder to the front of the vehicle to its driver. “Does this lil slut secretly looooves bein’ watched.” 

From his seat at the head of the RV, an equally amused Bubba scratched his muzzle and peered up at the rearview mirror, a toothy smile spreading across his toothy alligator muzzle as he happily took in the sight of his best friend and boss’s large round ass. There was just something so sexy about seeing his old sarge in action like this. That big hairy posterior moving back and forth, Pj’s thick legs wrapped around his father’s wide waist. It made him as horny as a virgin on his wedding night. 

“You know, I think your right on the money there boss man.” The Cajun said with a dirty chuckle. “The petite’s been awfully randy these last couple of days. He must really like having you or me watch’im while the other pounds his nice tail end ’o’ his.” There was a small pause as Pete slammed into Pj hard a cry echoing through the RV before Bubba continued. “At least that’s what I’ve seen in the last couple of days during this little trip here.”

“You’re not helping Bubba!” Pj huffed. The teenager’s adamant denial about his sexual proclivities caused the two middle aged men to break out into uproarious laughter. The laughter followed closely by Pete picking up the pace and bringing the younger cat to completion in a matter of seconds. Pj shouting “OH MAN!”, while his thick white seed erupted from his stubby cock and onto the pullout bed, staining the sheets.

Pete was right behind his son. The used car salesmen cumming with a satisfied grunt as he breeded his slutty son. The milky white substance of his emission filling the boy and overflowing until it began dripping down Pj’s balls and legs as he continued to thrust shallowly for a few more moments and rode out his intense orgasm. Why was it that he always came so much then he fucked his queer son’s ass?

Sighing in pleasure as he felt his dad cum in him Pj glanced over his shoulder to the older man a dopy grin crossing his face. He might complain about the improper times his dad picked for their little bouts but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy them to their fullest. His body and mind being taken over and pushed to their sexual limits was only something the older D’caht could do to him and his son reveled in the feelings. Even if there was still some shame accompanied with the act. “Wow dad… I know I complained but that was good like it always is.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever boy.” With his orgasmic bliss slowly ebbing away however and his fun now done, Pete unceremoniously pulled out suddenly, a sickening squish sounding as his mighty impressive cock slid out of the used and cummy hole. “Thanks for the fuck.” He said slapping the full globes in front of him hard before he reached down and pulled his shorts back up. “Always a pleasure fuck-I-natin’ that fat ass ‘o’ yers.”

“Yeah dad your welcome.” Pj sighed, shifting so that he was seated. Looking at his dad he couldn‘t help but frown a little. Both from being brushed off so rudely and because of the way the older man was dressed. Pete had taken the role of “stereotypical vacationer” to heart putting on his loudest pair of Bermuda shorts, his sweatiest of tank tops, and most obscure of promo visors which proudly proclaimed some ancient beer companies brew to be the best this side of the Rockies. But Pj did have to admit: on anyone else the entire outfit would have been a source of ridicule. But on his dad it only seemed to make him look all the sexier for some reason Pj didn’t fully understand. 

Noticing that his son was eyeing him, Pete gave a huff and snapped his fingers to regain his attention. “Stop spacing out kid.” He muttered. Glaring playfully he took out a cigar and made a show of putting it into his mouth and lighting it. His little show had the desired effect on the boy, Pj licking his lips as he watched him mouth the brown stick.

The boy still wanted more apparently. What an ungrateful brat! Well if he wanted to get fucked then there was a nice long green dick prime and ready to take him on next. Heading towards the front of the RV Pete called out to his copilot and mechanic. “Ok, Warmed’um up good fer you suitcase! Pull this here rig over so we can switch. I wanna hear ya make him howl!!”

“Sure thing Petey.” Bubba gleefully said turning the wheel. “I just love myself some sloppy seconds.”

With the RV swerving onto the side of the road Pj gave a moan and flopped back down onto the bed. ‘Not again!’ He bemoaned. ‘What made me think that I’d get off with just one round this time?’ 

Despite his complaints however the young man could feel his cock plump up once more the thought of getting some prime grade gator meat up his needy ass causing him to grow excited one more. Much to his own mortification. And it only got worse when Bubba got to him, cock already out and grabbed him by the ankles, hiking them up against his chest and revealing his still cum dripping furrow and hole. “Open wide fer uncle Bubba darlin’.” The gator said in his southern drawl. “I’m harder than a steel rod here and I need some relief.”

Pj sighed as he was slid into, Bubba starting to pound into him with steady even strokes. ‘I really hope I can get some rest at the lake.’ He thought to himself. ‘Though I highly doubt that I am once we get to the cabin.’ 

(You know Mr. Diary, one would think that after months and months of all the sexual exploits I’ve sort of been “forced” to take part in that I’d be used to stuff like this. I mean, having sex in the back of an old RV while on a fishing trip isn’t any more indecent then having sex in a closet at the mayor’s house with Mr. Fraido, or in Mr. Macalla’s office while I watch guys shower, or having a four person orgy in a seedy motel room with three jocks. But still this… well I’m not too sure what all this is but it’s embarrassing! And it is defiantly not how a guy my age should be spending his spring break. Well… at least not this way with two middle aged men. In fact a couple of days ago I thought all I was going to be doing during my vacation was lounging around the house. But heck was I wrong!) 

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Last Friday, a few blocks from Pj’s house….

The mood inside of Moose’s expensive sports car that day was a joyous one. The four young men riding within the vehicle all laughing and talking amongst themselves as the radio blared and disrupted the peace of the neighborhood. The reason for this excited atmosphere was because that day, that glorious pleasantly warm spring day, had been the very last day of school before the godsend that was spring break. A time of year when young men and women around their age vowed to wipe away the stink of homework, tests, and cafeteria food, so that they could replace those things entirely with the promises of unrestrained sex, drinking, and unsupervised debauchery. Or at least that’s what Tony Tarn kept talking about.

“I’m telling you guys as soon as I step foot off the bus and onto that beach I’m going to find the prettiest girl and sweet talk her right up to my hotel room for some private time!” Tony bragged smugly. “And then after we go at it like bunnies I’m going to get drunk off my ass and do it three more times!”

“Yeah, yeah we already know what you plan to do once you get there Tone.” Moose said wryly with an eye roll. “Actually we’ve all heard it about, um… a hundred times by now.” 

“Yeah A hundred times.” Billy added with a dumb sounding chuckle.

“Plus who are you kidding anyway though Tarn?” Moose continued, smirking over to his friend. “We all know that if you do happen to get some poor girl to lower her standards enough to follow her to bed you’d be out like a light in five minutes flat after the deed and sleep through the rest of break.” The gorilla snickered as his best friend punched him in the arm for his remark. “What? Can’t handle a little teasing?”

“Watch who your making fun of Clancy.” The insulted bull warned half amused. “I’ll have you know that I’m one hell of a stud when it comes to the ladies and can go all night long!” Tony frowned. “Besides who are you kidding? You don’t know shit about girls anymore. All you sleep with is the fat little nerd and his even fatter old man. It‘s really a shame a macho man like you turning queer.”

“How’s you dad by the way.” Moose said giving a knowing grin. “He still letting you plow his ass for pardons?”

“S-SHUT UP!” Tony huffed. Ignoring his smart assed friend the horned man glared up at the rearview mirror and to the car’s other two occupants to see if they were snickering at him too. Thankfully both Billy and Pj hadn’t been listening. The older of the two too preoccupied with trying to convince the chubby man to give him a quick backseat blow job as they road down the street. 

Snorting in disgust at his dimwitted friend’s behavior Tony glared at the two for a moment. A part of him was still grossed out by the way his two best friends were so eager to let that unpopular loser touch them sexually. Moose being the worst by claiming that the dork was now his boyfriend.

However… as much as he hated to admit it, there was another part of him that sort of understood the desire. If only a little. He had partaken in fucking the younger man once or twice himself when he was horny enough. Not to mention what him and his own father had done anytime he wanted to get out of punishment. Tony could actually feel himself smirking as he remembered last night when he had come in late and he had told his dad to shut up and then yanked the older man’s pants down and made him “reconsider” grounding him three times. He could still see the pleading eyes of his old man as he slammed his cock right up his snooty ass. 

Growing concerned as a sadistic smiled formed on Tony’s face Moose decided that he rather look back at Pj to see if he was alright. Hanging out with his friends was still really new to the kid and he wanted to make sure he wasn’t too intimidated. When he saw the blush but small smile on Pj’s face he knew that he was alright. The sight making the gorilla’s belly flip a little and his cock harden. 

It was only when a snort came from his right did Moose snapped his attention away from his boyfriend and back to Tony. The bull’s evil smile had faded and was replaced by a smug smirk. Growing defensive Moose huffed and turned back to the road. “What are you looking at Tarn?” 

“Nothing Clancy.” Tony said smugly. “Just realizing that the ladies’ man of Spoonerville high, Moose the brick wall Clancy has become a lovey-dovey geek who goes weak in the knees every time he looks at his nerd boyfriend.” 

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I’m the one who makes Peeje go weak in the knees.” Moose sniffed haughtily. “Ain’t that right Fatty?” 

Catching the last thing Moose had said Pj looked towards the front of the car with wide eyes. It was still a little bit embarrassing to him the way Moose opened up around his friends. Usually he wouldn‘t dare be caught saying things like that in public. . “I-I guess so Moose.” Pj responded bashfully. “B-But I can‘t help it you know. Can‘t believe how lucky I am.”

“Awe.” Billy teased good-naturedly. When Pj looked over to him, a pout on his lips because of the teasing, the buffalo only chuckled and ruffled the other boy’s hair much to his annoyance. He was beginning to like the shorter man more and more every day. Who would have thought it?  

Smiling at the interaction between the two in the back seat Moose shook his head. It was good seeing that one of his oldest friends liked his boyfriend so much. In fact Billy had told him in his own way that if the gorilla liked Pj then he liked him too. Now, if only Tony could get fully on board with his newfound relationship. 

Speaking about the bull, Moose still wanted to know about his vacation. “So Tony back on the subject of the break: where are you and Billy heading this year anyway?” He asked. “Last year was… Tijuana wasn’t it?”

“Yup and it was one hell of a trip.” Tony confirmed. “Billy ended up drinking the worm at the bottom of the tequila bottle and got so drunk that we found him in the hotel’s lobby fountain bare ass naked the next morning!”

Smirking at Billy, Pj looked up at the now red faced man. “Naked huh?” He asked, enjoying the fact that he got to give the jock a small taste of his own medicine.

“Y-Yeah… naked.” Billy muttered while he scratched his nose awkwardly. “It was embarrassing, b-but I had a good time anyway!”

“We all did Billy.” Tony agreed. “And this year it’s going to be even more wild.” Shifting in his seat to talk to Moose again he gave him an excited grin. “Me and a few fellas from the team booked us a bus to take us all the way down to Miami Beach this year. Nothing but nonstop partying twenty-four seven, complete with all the beach, beer, and bikinis you could ever want!!” 

“Ok, stop I don’t want to hear anymore.” Moose comically whined. “You have no idea how much I wish I could go down there with you guys and just enjoy my vacation.” The dark furred primate looked back to Pj. “I’d bet you enjoy it too Fatty. We could lay around on the beach and then go back to our room for a little… romantic evening.”

As Tony dramatically gagged at what Moose just proposed as Pj muttered a bashful sounding “Yeah Moose that’d be nice.” The very idea of both him and Moose going out on a romantic beach holiday sounded really good to him. Images of his simian boyfriend coming out of the surf clad only in a speedo popping up in his mind and causing his cock to give a small throb at what the ape would undoubtedly do to him once they were alone. 

Unfortunately for Pj’s libido that very tantalizing prospect wouldn’t be happening, if ever. Mostly because of Moose’s dad who as usual had insisted that he come home during a vacation. Pj didn’t know why the ape’s father was so insistent about his son’s presence Moose saying that they never got along. But he sorely wished that Moose could stay in town. If only to keep him company. 

“What the hell is that?” Tony’s voice said from the front seat, breaking Pj out of his thoughts and back to the present. 

“What’s what Tony?“ Moving in his seat to look between the two older boys in the front seat, Pj gaped seeing a strange and very, very large RV parked right in front of his home. It was a big gaudy looking thing. Well past its prime and covered in a haphazard white and beige paint job with a broken awning, rusted hubcaps, and foggy cracked windows. 

Approaching Pj only grew more concerned when he also took notice to the fact that this monstrosity was roughly rocking back and forth, a chorus of grunts and baritone laughter filtering out of the thing. Whatever or whoever was inside was most certainly up to something obscene. And seeing as where the camper was parked there was no doubt who it was inside having the fun.

Face tinting at the realization that his dad was having sex with someone right in the street; Pj waited for Moose to pull his car into the parking space across from his home and then hastily gathered his book bag and books. He had to stop his dad before anyone took notice to what was happening. If one of their neighbors or god forbid Mr. Wey realized what was going on they’d call the cops on them. 

Opening the back seat door, Pj quickly gave the other three occupants of the car he was in a sheepish grin which he hoped didn’t show too much of the embarrassment he was feeling and said, “I guess I’ll see you guys later. Have a good vacation.”

Moose who had been staring at the RV ever since he had parked reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the bouncing transport and to his retreating boyfriend. “Hey! Wait a minute Fatty!” He called after the other man harshly. “I need to tell you something before you left. …Something important!”

Stopping as he stepped out of the car, Pj gave a worried frown and whimpered. The way Moose had just said that last sentence felt a little ominous to him. He really hoped the ape wasn’t going to break up with him or something. “I-Is something wrong Moose?”

“Just come here for a second will you, you nerd.” Moose commanded still glaring. With a gulp Pj leaned down into the driver’s side window and when he did something happened that he hadn’t expected. Instead of breaking up with him Moose quickly looked up and down the street and then lurched forward, giving him a chaste peck on the lips. 

Pj instantly drew back once he felt the stomach fluttering sensation and goggled back dumbly at the other man, Moose grinning back at him smugly as he did. “Have a good vacation Fatty.” The jock said, chuckling. “Wish I could spend it with you instead of my parents. But I’m sure we can make up for lost time once I get back and pound you into the nearest mattress.” With that Moose chuckled and shifted his car into drive, pulling off and leaving Pj standing there as Tony and Billy made catcalls and teased their friend about what he had just done. 

Pj said as he watched Moose‘s car disappear around the corner. Raising his hand to his lips he smiled to himself as he thought back to what had just happened. Usually Moose was very self-conscious about kissing or touching too much in a public place. Well at least where they could get so easily caught. After all, there was always that threat of getting found out hanging over their heads which. But here the quarterback was throwing aside all his fears to actually show him some affection. And for Pj that made his stomach do those flips once again and his mind go all fuzzy.  

The warm feeling however quickly turned cold when more loud creaking came from behind the twitterpated boy. “So much for enjoying the afterglow.” The thickset boy bemoaned. Glancing back to the rocking RV Pj stood there for a few moments watching as the swaying increased in pace for a few moments and then suddenly came to a stop as the sound of a bestial grunt echoed out of it. ‘Well at least I won’t be interrupting anything.’ He reasoned as he began to walk over to the vehicle. The last thing he wanted to do was get pulled into whatever sex game his dad was conducting inside.

Reaching the run down metal contraption Pj steeled himself and slowly raised his hand about to knock. But he never got the opportunity to do so because just as he was about to start the door swung open on its own and caused him to stumble backwards onto his backside. 

“FUCK YOU D’CAHT!” Mr. Wey’s voice bellowed from above. “First you drag me into this deathtrap for more of your sick games and now you got the nerve to demand I look after that hellhole you call a house while you go on a vacation!”

‘Vacation?’ Peering up to where Mr. Wey’s voice had come from, Pj instantly had to cover his mouth with his hand to suppress a giggle which threatened to bubble out. The older man had somehow gotten himself stuck as he had tried to squeeze his large frame out of the RV’s narrow side door, his face nearly purple as he sputtered and cursed. From embarrassment or anger Pj really couldn’t figure out and dreaded to know.  

Deciding that he better do something to help before Mr. Wey had one of his mini meltdown, Pj quickly got to his feet and hesitantly approached him. “Um… hello Mr. Wey. Do you… do you want me to help you out of the doorway or something?”

Hearing Pj’s question, Mr. Wey instantly stopped his angry shouting to glare down at the youth with his usual scowl. “Oh, it‘s you kid!“ He huffed. There was a split second as the two stared at each other before Gary continued, yelling as he did. “DAM RIGHT I WANT YOU TO HELP ME OUT OF THIS THING!!”

After recovering from the volume of Mr. Wey‘s demand, Pj reached out and took a hold of the hippo‘s large arm, grunting from the exertion he then tried his best to yank the other man free. But all his efforts got him was an angry growl and more shouting. “WHAT THE HECK’S WRONG WITH YOU!!” Gary snapped. “I’m an old man you know! BE GENTLE! ” 

“I’m sorry Mr. Wey but I have to pull hard.” Pj explained as he let go. “You know, because the door’s so tiny and your so-” When Gary gave him a withering look Pj decided to clam up and just try helping again. But really what more could he do? It was a shame that there was no one on the other side who could help free Mr. Wey from his humorous confinement.

Pj got a reply to his wish a few moments later thankfully. Although whether the person who answered his prayer was helpful or not was up for debate. “Heh-heh well lookie what we got ourselves here!” Pete’s voice sounded from behind Mr. Wey’s trapped body. “Got yerself stuck there in my door Two-tons?” 

Growling at the voice taunting him from behind, Gary gave an angry snort and doubled his efforts to free himself. “SHUT IT D‘CAHT!” He warned. “I don’t have any more patience to handle your ugly mug today.”

Behind Mr. Wey inside of the RV a grinning Pete D’caht dressed in only boxers and a dirty t-shirt frowned at the disrespect being showed to him. Looks like he once again had to correct the hippo’s bad behavior. “Now what did I tell ya ‘bout back sassing me old man.” Showing Wey who was the one in charge of their little working relationship, Pete raised his hand high in the air and brought it down on the other man’s unprotected backside. The dull thwack and yelp that followed his action was like music to his sadistic ears. Always fun to give the hippo a good spanking. 

“Now if ya want ta get yer fat ass free I recy-mend-ify that you try asking me all nice like.” Pete continued as he goosed his neighbor roughly. “Not that I’m complaining about the view mind you. It‘s just that after fuck-I-natin‘ you for three hours straight I think I‘ve had enough for now.” 

Gary could feel his ears burning at the way he was being talked to and the slap on his ass. But in the end, the desire to be free override the urge to scream and shout at the man behind him. “Please help me.” He ground out through gritted teeth as he swallowed his pride.

“Now that’s more like it!” Placated by the other man’s obedience, Pete spit in his hands and rubbed them together as if he were about to get down to business then rocking his arms back and forth in an overly dramatic manner he chanted, “And-a one, and-a two, and-a three!!”, and charged forward. His entire bulk of nearly four hundred pounds ramming into Mr. Wey’s backside and sending the older man flying out of the doorway with a loud grunt and right into Pj who ended up underneath the large gray skinned man the wind knocked out of him.

“There!” Pete said stepping out of the RV. “Never say I don’t help ya sometime two tons.” Smirking down at his neighbor the middle aged man noticed for the first time that his son had arrived home. “Oh didn’t know you were home boy. Hope yer still alive down there don‘t know where I‘d get another smuck to do housework.”

“Yeah dad I’m still around, barely” Pj managed to grunt out as Mr. Wey painfully rolled off of his back. 

Getting to his feet Mr. Wey shot straight up and glared at Pete his anger barely contained. Of all the humiliating things the dark furred jerk had ever done to him this had to be the worst. “I swear D’caht the first chance I get I’m going to-”

“You ain’t gonna do nuthin’ fatass and both you ‘n’ me both know it!” Snorting haughtily at the rage in the other man’s face Pete took out a cigar from his back pocket and lit it, taking a long drag before he continued. “Least that’s what I think when I think back to all those times I’ve been able ta get ya on yer belly ass up in da air.” Inhaling deeply again Pete then blew a puff of smoke in Gary’s face. “Heh-heh you just love havin’ my thick cock slidin‘ up that fat gray ass ‘o‘ yers. Poundin’ away at yer flabby ass. Makin’ ya scram and curse out like the good little submissive slut you know you are. Fuck ya prac-tilly live fer it now and you wouldn‘t risk me deciding‘ that you weren’t worth the time cause you went and tattled.”

Mr. Wey grew red in the face again at the claim Pete was making about his proclivities, but as much as he wanted to deny it he knew that he was saying deep down was true. And that just pissed him off all the more. “You know what; screw you D‘caht I‘m going home!” Gary said turning on his heels and marching back towards his own home. “I don’t have to take your hogwash anymore!” 

“Yeah, yeah. See you later too sunshine” Pete said not showing the littlest bit of concern. “Just make sure you get yerself back over here first thing every afternoon while I’m away so ya can water the plants and get da mail.” There was a small pause as Pete snickered and eyes the hippo’s bottom. “An while yer at it how ‘bout you clean wear that French maid’s outfit I got fer ya and clean up a little!!”

Stopping dead in his tracks to cringe at the reminder of the humiliating costume Pete had forced him to wear when he had been “bad” Gary glared over his shoulder at the D’caht’s and growled before he continued into his home leaving a very amused and smug Pete to continue laughing at his grumpy fuck buddy. 

Flinching when Mr. Wey slammed his door shut, Pj shook his head and looked over to his father. “Dad…” He began with a sigh. “You really should be nicer to Mr. Wey. After all he is sort of your friend isn’t he?”

Pete rolled his eyes at his son and roughly ruffled the younger man’s hair. “Zip it brat.” He ordered. “That fat old bastard loves gettin’ talked down to as much as I love doin‘ it to ‘im.” Smirking Pete leaned down so that he could whisper the next part of what he was going to say in his son’s ears. “An jus between you me and the folks paying on the webcam ol’ Two-tons really cums like a fountain when you degrade him.”

“… Did you just say webcam?” Pj asked raising an eyebrow. When Pete chuckled and opened his mouth to confirm what he said Pj quickly held up his hands to stop him. There was no need to scar him anymore that day and besides there were more pressing matters. Matters like the RV in front of them. “Um… now that I got your attention sir, mind if I ask you why this big RV is parked in front of our house.” He questioned. “And please tell me you didn’t buy it so that you’d have some sort of mobile love nest to drive around town in.”

“Humm…” Pete scratched his chin at that. Having a nice convenient place to take all his tricks sounded like one hell of a good idea. But that thought was for later, right now he had to tell his son about what he had cooked up. “No boy, this here beauty ain’t for foolin’ around in. well… not entirely.” He started to explain to Pj. Walking over to the RV the large man patted the side proudly. “This baby is what I’m planning on using for my annual Vay-cay. Going on a nice relax-I-natin’ fishing trip this year.”

Now that was a bit surprising Pj thought. “Fishing trip? But I thought you hated fishing.” He reminded his father. “You know because of what happened that time me and Max tricked you and Mr. Goof into going fishing.”

Pete glared at his son at the memory of that one horrible trip but then surprisingly laughed. “I say let bygones be bygone.” He replied with a shrug. “Besides I know you ain’t stupid enough ta pull sumthin’ off like that again.” leaning down so that they were eye to eye he blew a buff of cigar smoke in the younger man’s face. “RIGHT?!”

Completely intimidated by his dad, Pj slowly nodded in response. “Y-Yes sir.“ 

That fearful response was all it took to satisfy Pete. The older man standing up straight again and roughly ruffling his son‘s hair. “Good boy.” Motioning for his son to follow him Pete began heading back towards their house. “Now that we got all that settled how bout you get yet slutty ass up to yer bedroom and start packin’ our bags for the trip? We‘re leaving first thing five o‘clock on Monday morning.”

Hearing the use of the use of plural words Pj gave a small whimper. “Wait, I’m going to be going with you?” He asked as trying to keep up with his dad’s gait as they entered the house. The idea of being trapped on a small boat with his dad was a little unsettling. Especially given his dad’s habit of making him pleasure him whenever he felt like it. The image of his dad plowing into him from behind on a rowboat and then sending them both falling into the water suddenly popped into his mind. 

“Can’t Bubba go with you or something sir?” Pj tried. “I’m sure he would love to-”

“The suitcase is already goin’ with us brat.” Pete interrupted. “Said he’s goin’ ta show us da best fishin’ spot the south side of the Mason Dixon line.” looking over to his son and seeing him frowning back at him sadly Pete sighed. “Look, I know ya don’t want ta go boy but there‘s a really good reason why ya gotta.”

Pj raised an eyebrow hearing that. Could his dad actually be making him come on this trip because he wanted to spend a little time with him that didn’t involve the two of them in a bed, Pj on his back? “You really mean that dad?” He asked.

“Yup.” Pete simply said nodding his head in a sagely manner. “Ya got ta go because, blah-blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah-blah-blab, blah, blah!”

“Wait… what?” Pj said completely confused as to why his dad had suddenly stopped making any more sense than usual. “What’s all that supposed to mean?”

“It means, that I don’t give a rat’s ass what you want!” Pete explained smugly. “Yer comin’ wit us and yer goin’ ta have on hellava time fishin’, makin’ our meals, and getting yer spoiled ass fucked from here to Timbuktu, so get upstairs and start ta packin’, understand?” 

‘So much for him doing this to spend time with me.’ Pj sighed in his head. He should have known that his dad only wanted him to come along as a personal slave. Giving in fully, Pj turned around and headed to the stairs. “Should I use the leather suitcases or the plastic ones?” He asked as he began ascending.

Pete tapped his chin thinking for a moment before answering. “Ya better pack both of’um. Gonna need a second one to carry all my… Heh-heh toys in for the ride.” looking up at his son Pete gave the younger man an obscene look and licked his lips. “I’m going to wear that hole ’o’ yers out during this trip boy. A real chance for us ta connect on a more inty-mate way.”

“Yeah I’m sure.” Pj muttered. Climbing the stairs to start his chore and the efficient end to any enjoyment out of his spring break Pj watched as his dad sat down in his favorite recliner and pulled out a dirty magazine. ‘So much for having a nice vacation.’ He thought to himself. ‘Instead of spending it lazing around the house or with Moose or something nice I’m going to be stuck who knows where waiting on my dad and bubba hand and foot. Guess all I can hope for now is that I get a little bit of alone time while they’re busy out fishing.’  

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Present…

(And that Mr. Dairy is how I ended up having sex with me dad and his best friend in the back of an old RV. Bubba came by the house the next day and spent the following weekend fixing up the wreck of a vacation vehicle my dad had bought. He did a good job with what he had but still… it’s not the most luxurious place to spend ones time. And to make matters words my dad had Bubba install this bed so that they could have a place to fool around with me while we ride. I know I shouldn’t mind all this after everything that’s happened between me and my dad but sometimes I wonder if that’s all I am to him. A fishing trip like this should be about us connecting or something. Not about him using me as some place to deposit his load in when he’s feeling randy.)

“OH MAN!” Pj moaned as he came once again, whole body shaking and panting as spurt after spurt of his essence arched into the air and landed on his jiggling belly. 

Bubba who was in the process of roughly pounding into his bedmate chuckled as he watched the younger man orgasm. Nothing was as sexy to him as watching someone come undone on the end of his thick Cajun cock. Picking up the pace he reached down between Pj’s raised legs and gathered some of the boy’s cum on his scaly fingers and smeared the thick white substance over his friend’s belly. “That’s it’ chéri you jus cum all over yourself while yer uncle Bubba fucks yer derriere.” He growled playfully. “He’s loving the way yur squeezing around his cock when you do. Gonna make me cum any minute now.”

And that’s exactly what happened not a few moments later, Bubba’s thrusts picking in pace for a few moments before the gator let out a savage growl. His teeth glinting in the sunlight filtering in through the window as he happily erupted into Pj’s ass. Slowing to a crawl the large man then gently pulled out of Pj a wet pop sounding as he allowed the younger man to put his legs back down. “Fuck…” He growled huskily. “Hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I loved doing the riding.”

“Yeah I, um… I had fun too Bubba.” Pj said shakily as he sat up. As much as he had complained about having to have sex like this there was no doubt that he fully enjoyed the sensations of sleeping with such a well-endowed man like Bubba. Only downside was that it was a bit draining both cock-wise and stomach-wise. “But… I’m sort of hungry now.”

“You know what, so am I.” Peering over his shoulder to Pete who was still driving the mechanic called out to him. “Hey Boss man!”

“WHAT!” Pete barked back. 

Bubba chuckled at the heavyset man‘s grumpy reply. Somehow it only made Pete all the more attractive to him. “Me and yer boy worked up one hellava sweat canoodling back here.” He informed. “How’s ‘bout you pull off at the next rest stop so we can get ourselves some grub?” 

Pete peered up at the review mirror catching Bubba’s eyes in the reflection. Mulling over what the gator had just said he supposed that they could use a little pit stop. Looking ahead of them the middle aged man quickly read the nearest sign and saw that there was a rest stop only a mile up the road. Bob’s dinner by the look of it. A place which apparently boasted the cheapest gas, tastiest burgers, and the “reasonably” cleanest bathrooms for miles. “I guess we could use a little break.” Pete agreed as he guided the RV into the turning lane. “Need-ta take a piss anywho.”

Bubba rolled his emerald colored eyes at his old friend lack of manners and turned back to Pj, winking at the tired and cum covered boy as he lay on the bed they had been using. “There you go Petit a nice little break from the road.”

“Good I could really use one.” Pj sighed. Unsteadily getting to his feet the dark furred boy tried to go and gather his clothing but only ended up tripping as his dad hit a road bump and fell into Bubba’s awaiting arms. “Sorry.” The young man apologized. 

Bubba smirked down at the younger man in his arms. “It’s fine cher. Not like I haven’t had you in my arms b’fore.” He began with a dirty sounding chuckle. “Course usually your butt naked and mewling for some good loving.” 

Pj’s face grew red at Bubba’s teasing, the effect causing the gator’s chuckle to develop into an outright belly laugh. “Don’t ever change petit.” Bubba said with a pat to Pj’s shoulder. “I don’t think me or your daddy could get through the day without yanking your chain.”

Pouting at the scaled man’s teasing Pj remained silent as he watched Bubba hike up his jeans and walk to the front of the RV. ‘Sometimes I wish I could change a little.’ Pj thought glumly to himself as he redressed. ‘It’d be nice for once not to turn into a tomato every time Bubba flirts with me or cower when Dad orders me around. It would have helped with this whole stupid fishing trip thing.’

Peering out of the side window Pj continued to sulk as his father pulled their RV into the parking lot of a large but ancient looking rest stop. It wasn’t the nicest or newest looking of places Pj was quick to realize, just a few shops, a gas station, and an archaic dinner which had seen better days but at least they could get some much needed lunch and thankfully for Pj a chance to restock his already dwindling junk food supply.

Heading to the front of the RV Pj caught the tail end of a conversation his dad and Bubba were having. “-Fuck, this place looks like it came right outta the fifties.” Pete complained as he pulled into a parking lot. “The smuck who owns this joint better not charge an arm an a leg because of the aunty-ma-fen-tic “am-bi-ounce” or some shit like that.”

Seated next to Pete, Bubba grinned and glanced over to the other man. “Come on Petey we both know that the only guy who’d do something like that is you.” He remarked playfully. 

Pete raised an eyebrow at his friend’s remark. It surprised him sometimes how well the alligator actually knew him. Yeah he would be the sort of person who would try scamming suckers like that. But he’d at least be a little more “subtle” about his price hikes. Blind the customers with a little dazzle before he jammed his hand into their pockets and liberated their money from their wallets. “Quick flatterin’ me suitcase.” The heavy-set man said standing up. “It ain‘t gonna make me give you a raise.”

“Of course not boss man.” Bubba smirked joining him. “Besides who needs a raise in their paycheck when I get all the raises I need when you decided ta get randy?” Reaching down the mechanic fondled Pete through his pants before he exited the RV, Pete goosing the gator’s ass through his jeans with both hands as he followed.

Watching the interaction between the two older men Pj had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. They truly were too horny for their own good. He just hoped that they didn’t try to pull anything when they were in the diner. Joining his father and their friend in the warm afternoon sun, Pj gave a mighty groan and stretched as he his body got used to moving again and he inhaled the “fresh” air coming off the interstate highway. “Man am I happy to be on solid ground.” He remarked. “It feels like my legs are about to fall asleep from lack of use.”

“Heh-heh, from what I’ve been seein’ boy you’ve get plenty ‘o’ exercise with me and Bubba here takin’ turns fucking that slutty ass of yers.” Pete was quick to point out. “Ain’t that right suitcase?”

“Darn tooting boss man.” Bubba leered. 

Pj choose not to respond to the older men and their teasing instead looking away with a small huff. Of course all his sulking earned him was another pair of lewd chuckles and a none to gentle slap on his backside from his father before the trio began walking towards the small diner located at the rest stop. Jogging to keep up with the pace Pete and Bubba were making, Pj let his eyes travel around a bit. There were a multitude of people coming and going. Some gassing up their vehicles, others exiting the diner, and several just mulling around the area. Most of the people were uninteresting to Pj. Families and the like, but there were a few here and there that embarrassingly caught the young man’s eyes. 

Walking up to the diner’s entrance a thickset but muscular trucker, a walrus wearing a flannel shirt and old jeans which barely covered up his butt crack in back. Stepping to the side the man gave the three a curt nod and opened the door for them. “Evening folks.” He said, eyes lingering on Pj as the younger man passed. “Nice evening isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Pete mumbled rudely. “Just get outta my way bub.”

Pj fortunately was a bit more cordial to the polite man, smiling at the trucker. “Thank you for opening the door for us sir.”

The man returned Pj’s grin. “Twernt no problem son, you know us truckers…” The man winked at Pj. “…We tend to be the friendliest people ya’ll can meet on the open road.”

Feeling his face flushing a little at the strange look he got from the walrus Pj quickly excused himself and raced after his father and Bubba who were already seated at a booth at the far end of the diner. As he walked across the restaurant Pj wondered for a brief moment if all those stories you always hear about truckers on the road were true. You know “glory holes“ and having wild sex in the stalls. Of course he quickly deduced that just couldn’t be true. A nice man like the walrus wouldn’t do something like that in some seedy rest stop bathroom.  

Shaking thoughts of what some truckers might get up to in dirty bathrooms; Pj quickly joined his dad and Bubba in the booth they had chosen. Sliding into the cramped space with only a little bit of difficultly just as Pete pressed his fingers to his lips and let out a shrill whistle calling for the waitress. The woman, a thin yet incredibly well-endowed doe snapped her gum and sauntered over to the trio with an air of slight annoyance. “Hello fellas, I’m Frany how can I help you this afternoon?”

“We‘ll just have some crackers and three glasses of water lady.” Pete said gruffly. When both Bubba and Pj gave him an exasperated looks the middle aged man gave a huff and reordered. “Fine, I’ll have myself a burger with fries and a soda… and I reckon that these two pains in da ass want da same thing. You two happy now?”

“Would have been happier of you’d let me order for myself boss man.” Bubba mumbled. Turning to the waitress the alligator gave her his trademark disarming smile. “Now cher, besides what my friend here barked at ya  I’d love it if I could get myself a piece of that pie on the counter over there. I tend to have an awful sweet tooth that isn’t satisfied until I get to nibble on…” He let his eyes travel down the woman’s body. “…Something sweet.”

The waitress’ face colored at the playful and obvious flirting Bubba was doing. But she remained strong remembering he oath of service. “O-Of course sir.” She said bashfully. “And, um I-is there anything else I could get for you other two gentlemen?”

Despite his better judgment Pj hesitantly spoke up. “Do… do you think I could have a chocolate shake instead of a soda with my meal?”

The waitress looked over to Pete and waited for the perturbed man to give a nod ok before she wrote it down. “Ok, I’ll get right on your orders everybody.” Frany said, turning to leave. “I hope you all enjoy your meal.” 

“Don’t worry cher I’m sure we will.” Bubba called after the woman. 

As soon as the woman was out of earshot Pete leaned over the table and glared at the scaled man. “Laying it on a little thick there weren’t you suitcase?” He asked frowning. “Thought you were gonna jam yer hand right down her shirt there for a second.”

Smirking back, Bubba eyed the larger man for a moment then responded. “Humm… you know Petey if Bubba didn’t know better he’d believe you wuz jealous of that cute little number there.”

Pete’s eyes narrowed at the other man’s observation. He wasn’t jealous! Not one single solitary bit. He just didn’t like the idea of Bubba leaving them high and dry with the bill to fuck his new little girlfriend in the back room. “Enough with yer comedy act scales.” Pete snapped, abruptly changing the subject. “How’s ‘bout instead of tryin’ to get laughs you start telling’ me ‘bout this fantastical fishin’ spot yer draggin’ us to, huh?”

“If you want boss man.” Bubba grinned, altogether too pleased that he had riled up his old army buddy. “If you want.”

Tuning the two older men out as they fell into a long and frankly boring conversation about their fishing trip, Pj peered around the diner again looking at the other customers and becoming a little bit green as he observed the food they were eating. The helpings were just way too sloppy and the colors were off. Not something that he really wanted to eat anymore. Deciding that he rather explore a little instead of getting lunch. Pj began to clumsily squeeze himself out of the booth in an attempt to leave, but before he could even fully stand up he quickly found himself being yanked back down into his seat by his father’s heavy hand.  

Raising an eyebrow at his son Pete frowned. “Jus where do you think yer going boy?” He asked. “I don’t ‘member givin‘ you pre-mission ta leave.”

Pj gave a small groan. He had hoped he’d be able to slip away without his dad noticing. “I was just going to go back outside for a bit of fresh air is all sir.” He explained. “It’s a little cramped in here right now.”

Pete gave his son a long hard look, Pj becoming worried that the older man was going to deny him. But then just as suddenly as he had grabbed his arm Pete Pj go and huffed. “Fine go off and do whatever ya want brat.” He told the boy. “But you better not go getting’ yerself lost. I ain’t goin’ ta spend the rest of my day searchin’ this whole tourist trap for you when we’re ready to blow this popsicle stand.”

“Don’t worry dad I’ll be back before you’re ready to go.” Pj said relieved. “And… look at it this way since I won’t be back in time for lunch you can eat mine.” 

“That’s what I was already gonna do kid.” Pete muttered matter-of-factly. “Now get lost b’fore I change my mind.”

Noticing the harshness in what Pete’s voice when he said that last sentence Pj remained still for a moment wondering why he was acting like this. Usually Pete wouldn’t care one squat where Pj went. That was when the older man wasn’t in the mood for sex. Right now it was almost like his father wanted to spend time with him. But that couldn’t be it; the only reason why Pete had forced him to come was for an easy to get to bedmate during the long ride. 

Remembering his place on this trip Pj gave a snort and shook away thoughts of his dad’s attitude, sliding out of the booth and quickly walking away to leave the two men to their conversation about fishing. Padding across the diner Pj breathed a sigh of relief glad to be free again but that breath soon got caught in his throat as he once again took notice to the walrus trucker who had opened the door to the diner for them moments ago. The older man was now seated on one of the stools on the counter, his eyes locked with Pj’s as he munched on some fries.  

For a moment Pj wondered why the strange man seemed to have the habit of staring at him in such a strange way, but just as soon as that question came to mind it was efficiently answered. With his focus never once leaving Pj the walrus trucker reached down and groped himself right before Pj’s eyes licking his lips and nodding towards the bathroom as he continued to eat. 

‘Wait… is he…’ Pj began to think. ‘Oh, my god he is!’ Growing uncomfortable by this display of sexual interest spun around on his heels and jogged out of the diner at high speed. The chime above the door ringing in his pointed ears as he raced out into the parking lot panting. Seeing another man groping himself like that as an invitation certainly had been shocking. Even if he had seen worst in the time since him and his dad had started fooling around. 

What was even more shocking though was that after seeing the walrus touch himself Pj had embarrassingly started to grow excited. A strange thrill going right down his spine and straight to his stubby cock which now was rising proudly in his shorts and leaving him with the very annoying problem of finding a way to make the forming tent in his pants go back down.

Luckily for the over stimulated boy he had just the thing to solve his dilemma. Reaching into his back pocket Pj happily pulled out the Virtual-fella handheld he had brought with him on the trip and turned it on. It was about time that he finished his game of Battle Brawlers V.F.. The previous attempt to finish the level he had been on had been ruined when his dad had snatched the game out of his hand and rudely proceed to jump his bones. Pj had tried to complain at first as he always did. But as soon as his dad pulled his pants down and forced him to his knees any argument Pj had fizzled out against the feel of the head of his dad’s dick on his lips and the heat of both their raging sex drives.

Game in hand Pj went about the important task of finding himself a comfortable spot to while away an hour or so on virtual entertainment. He found the perfect spot in the form of several graphitized and rusted picnic tables nestled next to a wooded area. Didn’t look too comfortable but at least it was private so he began jogging over towards it thankful that he would soon push away all thoughts of horny truckers, oversexed truckers, and boring fishing conversations from his mind as he became absorbed in the task of defending the universe. 

(You know Mr. Dairy sometimes It really amazes me how much I‘ve changed in the last couple of months. Just last summer if some big hairy guy had done what that man back there did just now I would have been completely disgusted. Well… maybe not disgusted but I certainly wouldn’t be springing a boner because of it. And what’s really odd is I don’t get why these guys want to actually have sex with me. I mean I’m just some fat short nerd who likes studying too much, doing housework and playing video games. Nothing special to look at let alone sleep with.)

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Later…

The sound of the victory music beginning to play over his Virtual-fella broke the near silence that surrounded Pj and caused the bleary eyed boy to let out the breath he had been holding ever since he had begun battling the end boss and lean back against the picnic table he was seated at. It had taken lots of hard work but finally he could boast on every forum from Gamemaster.net to Battlebrawlersking.com that he had defeated Battle Brawlers V.F. in record time. At least one good thing came from this stupid trip.

Putting his game away Pj peered up to the afternoon sky trying to discern how late it had gotten while he had been lost in video game land. When he realized that it was nearing evening he cringed. He had missed not only lunch but had kept his dad and Bubba waiting for nearly two hours. He was so dead!

Glancing over to where the RV was parked Pj once again witnessed the large vehicle rocking back and forth as it had been that day when he had first seen it. ‘Looks like dad and Bubba are up to their own tricks.’ He thought with some relief. If the two older men were busy playing around then that meant that he hadn’t been missed. When the two really got into it they tended to block out everything else in the world.

Now the only problem was how long Pj was going to have to wait till it was “safe” enough to venture back into the RV. He could try it now but the idea of getting roped into whatever sexual play was going on inside sounded more tiring then exciting after a gaming marathon. It was as the troubled young man wondered what he should do while he waited out the storm of lust that a strange sound reached Pj’s pointed ears. It was soft at first; barely audible but then it came again, this time louder. It sounded almost like two people talking and laughing from somewhere inside the small woods next to the picnic area. 

“Is someone fooling around in there?“ Pj asked himself. Glancing back over to the rocking RV and then to the source of the noise again the cat decided that since he had nothing better to do then maybe he should go and see what was up and began heading towards it. Yeah he knew it was a little dumb to go investigating rustling in the bushes. But he was sure that it wouldn’t hurt any to go into the bushes. After all it wasn’t like the rest stop was out in the middle of nowhere.

Moving along on the unsteady twig covered ground, Pj slowly made his way through the bushes and low hanging branches coming closer and closer to the giggles and hushed talking. Finally after several bated minutes he finally found out what was making the noise as he came to the edge of a small clearing with a fire pit at its center. Leaning up against a tree on the opposite side of the small space was a male warthog decked out in all the trappings of a biker, his jeans around his ankles as he patiently waited for his companion, a topless female iguana who was kneeling In front of him to start sucking on his very tick and very erect member.

After gaping for a second or two Pj remarked in a hushed tone, “Man, I didn’t expect to find this.”, as the two commenced with their act. Sure he had wondered if someone was fooling around back here but he hadn’t meant the words literally. Face now red and his troublesome erection making a comeback Pj decided to leave this couple to whatever they were about to do and turned to leave. Unfortunately for his escape the retreating young man failed to notice a beer can that was on the ground until it was too late. With a yelp Pj felt the ground under him slip away his entire world shifting as he fell out of the bushes and into the cleared circle with a thud. 

Groaning as stars appeared in front of his eyes Pj tried slowly to sit up but soon found himself falling back down again when the harsh and very angry words, “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!” were flung at him from across the area.

Instantly realizing that he had been spotted by the biker and his girlfriend Pj flipped himself over and looked over to the couple. He found the two of them standing there the girl trying her best to pull her shirt back on. “Oh, man…. I, ah I‘m soooo sorry I didn’t mean to-” 

“That’s it I’m out of here Rocco!” The woman in front of the biker suddenly huffed. “I can’t believe you were letting one of your pervert friends watch us have sex!” Lifting her muzzle snootily, the iguana quickly finished slipping her shirt back on and began storming off. “I’m going back to others! When you and your ass buddy finish here I’ll be waiting for you to take me home.” 

“Wait Baby, I-I didn’t know he was there honest!!” The biker, apparently named Rocco shouted after his female friend. Trying to catch her, the leather clad pig tripped over his own jeans and fell to the forest floor face first, a cloud of leaves and dirt bellowing up around him as he made impact.

“Yeah like I really believe that!” The woman cried out not stopping. “I knew it was a bad idea doing this sort of thing out here! This is the last time I ever go out on a date with you and your little gang of thugs.” With that the green scaled woman disappeared into the underbrush, leaving her blue balled boyfriend and a still shocked Pj in the clearing alone.

After a few minutes of awkward silence Pj felt that he should say something if only to apologize again. Peering up at the biker he found the other man glaring back at him, his rage barely hidden in his bloodshot eyes. “O-Ok I know I already said this sir b-but I really am sorry about what just happened here.” Pj began in a nervous voice. “I didn’t mean to… i-interrupt what you were doing here it‘s just that I heard a noise and I-.”

“-You…” Rocco growled lowly. His rage beginning to bubble over the surface the warthog quickly stood and yanked his pants back up. Eyes never once leaving the dark furred boy who had just ruined his plans for the night. “Do you have any idea what you just did!?” He asked through gritted teeth. “That girl there was Leggy Loose Luanne! The hottest piece of eighteen year old tail from here to Saint Canard!”

Pj really didn’t know what the woman he had scared off had done to earn such a dirty sounding nickname but by the way the man fuming before him was acting it must have been something that he wanted. Standing, Pj slowly began to back away like one would do if they were about to be attacked by a wild animal. Hands raised up in defense and voice soft as to not incur the beast’s wrath.  “L-L-Like I said: I-I-I-I’m really, really sorry.” He tried again. “If there was something I could do to make up for what I did I’d do it believe me.”

“Oh there’s something you can do alright kid.” Snarling Rocco managed lunge\ forward and grabbed Pj by the front of his shirt before the boy could even react. “You can stand still and let me beat the snot out of you fat ass as retribution for scaring away my good time!” With little ease he then spun them both around and slammed Pj into a nearby tree. “Hope you like gumming your food Fatty!”

Watching in terror as Rocco raised his fist and grinned down evilly at him Pj had a flash to months earlier when Moose had him in the exact same position and said a similar thing. Back then at the corner near Mr. Fraido’s shop he had been just as scared of the gorilla as he now was of the biker. Oh how things had changed. Now all Pj could think about was how he wished Moose was there to save him now. Closing his eyes and waiting for the inevitable Pj had had a quick daydream of the ape charging into the clearing from nowhere and striking the warthog right across his face rescuing Pj from disaster. But of course all that was, was a dream. 

But just before Rocco‘s fist made contact with the whimpering young man‘s face a voice cut through the tense atmosphere of the clearing and making Rocco snap his attention towards the direction it had come from. “Oi Rocco, you back here mate?!” A voice called out in a slight cockney accent. “We seen Luanne rushing out of the woods in a real fit. What’s wrong, couldn’t keep it up aye!?”

Slowly opening his eyes Pj looked over Rocco’s shoulder and watched as another pair of men walked out the tree line and step out into the clearing. Like the man about to pummel him these two were dressed in the same kind of leather and jeans the warthog was dressed in. 

It had been the smaller of the two a muscular wolf with gray fur and a scar across his muzzle and right eyes who had asked Rocco the rude question. Stepping closer the man tilted his head to the side and examined Pj closely. “Wot’s this now?” He asked. “You sent that bird packin’ so you could get yuirself into a fight?”

“I didn’t do nothing like that Clyde.” Rocco seethed, tightening his grip on Pj‘s shirt. “This fat little bastard was watching us from the bushes and scared her off.”

“Is that so?” Clyde asked. Eyes trailing down Pj’s body the canine lingered for a moment as he saw the slight hard-on the boy was sporting. “My, my I bet the lad got himself an eyeful! Wot do you think Smasher?”

‘S-Smasher!’ Pj gulped. Looking over to the last biker as he stepped closer Pj gaped as he took in a beaver nearly as tall a Bubba and as thickset as his own father. He was a grungy looking guy with a world war one spiked German helmet, unkempt beard, and chipped buck teeth. His entire personage both arousing and frightening Pj to no end. This was a man who could break you in half. 

Although when the man spoke he sounded completely different. “Yeah bet he was jacking off the entire time he watched you and that girl go at it.” The beaver agreed in a soft spoken backwoods brogue. “How much of a show did you give him?”

“Interrupted us off before the real fun could start.” Rocco said broodingly. “Which is why I’m about to break every bone in this punks body.”

Once again Rocco drew his hand back, Pj giving a pathetic “Meep” as the older man got ready to strike. ‘Oh man, oh man, oh man, I’M DEAD!’

Thankfully though Pj was once again saved in the nick of time. This time however his salvation cam when Clyde moved forward and grabbed Rocco’s forearm before the warthog could connect his fist with Pj’s face. “Wait a tick boss.” The wolf said. “Why go wastin’ yuir time beating the stuffin’ outta this kid ’ere when you could go and chase after yuir bird instead?” 

“What the fuck are you on about you stupid mutt.” Rocco growled warningly. “This brat’s got a beating coming for spying on me getting lucky.”

“Now, now I weren’t saying that we should let ‘im go.” Pulling his friend back a little Clyde made the angry man let go of Pj, the relieved boy falling to the ground with an oomph. “I’m just saying that it’d be more prudent-like if you let me an Smasher here handle the beating while you go and talk Luanne into letting you into her panties is all.” 

Rocco seemed to mull over this suggestion for a few moments before responding. “Your right I might still have a chance if I hurry.” The warthog reasoned. “But you gotta promise me that you’ll make this kid sorry for what he did to me.” 

The other two bikers glanced down at Pj who stared back up at them with wide eyes. He swore if he ever got out of this he‘d never go exploring ever again. Finally after a few moments of quiet Clyde spoke up again. “Oh, don’t you worry one bit guv.” He assured, his larger friend nodding in response behind him. “We’ll handle this bloke here real quick like and then head back to our hangout so we can hear all the details of your night with Loose Leggy Luanne when you get yourself home.”

“Knew I could count on you to when I need you.” Rocco grinned at his two underlings then frowned at Pj. “Just make sure you take care of the body when your finished got it! We don’t need a repeat of what happened in Duckburg.”

Clyde gave a quick nod. It had been a messy business with racecars, lasers and airplanes. “Sure thing boss.”

Watching as the warthog biker patted the other two men on the shoulders and leave the clearing, Pj let out a breath of relief glad beyond words that he hadn’t ended up on the receiving end of the angry man’s ire. But just as quickly as that relieve came it turned cold again as the two remaining biker shifted their attention back on him and began chuckling evilly. All Pj had actually done was trade one pair of fists for two. And by the looks of these two they’d do some sizable damage to his soft and plump body. 

With use of the tree behind him Pj slowly stood his eyes on the two as they came closer to him. “Oh, come on guys you really don’t have to beat me up do you?” He asked pleadingly. “I mean you could just tell your scary friend that you did it and let me go.”

“We ain’t just gonna let you go lad.” Clyde informed grimly. “We was given a command by the leader of the road wreckers and when Rocco gives you an order you better go and do it.” Stepping up to Pj the muscled man grabbed him by the chin and made the boy look him in the eyes. “Of course we reconsider yuir little offer if you go an make it worth our wild.”

‘Oh thank god!’ Pj cheered. But what did they mean by “Make it worth our wild?” Thinking a bit the he realized what the dog meant. They wanted him to pay them for his freedom. But the problem with that was that Pj rarely had more than five dollars in his pockets. Thinking fast Pj wondered if they’d take something else as payment. Pulling out his Virtual-Fella Pj tried to hand it to his captors. “Here! I-It’s all I have on me sir.”

Joining his friend in crowding Pj, Smasher snatched the device out of the other man’s hand examining it for a moment. “What the hell are we supposed to do with something like this kid?” He growled.

“Y-You could sell it!” Pj told them. “I’m sure you’ll get something for it.”

Clyde shook his head slowly. “Too much trouble lad.” He said. “Only sort of payment we be taking is gas for our bikes, money for our pockets, or… some hot piece of ass.”

That sealed his fate in Pj’s mind. He didn’t have enough money to pay them off or give them gas. And there was no way in earth he would be able to get these two thugs girls. All he could do he supposed was close his eyes again and wait for the inevitable. However as soon as the scared man did he felt something that was the complete opposite of what he had expected to feel. Instead of a fist a firm and very persistent hand found its way to the front of his shorts and began massaging his now soft member through the thin material.

Eyes snapping open at the touch Pj had to do a double take up and down as he came to learn that the owner of the inquisitive hand belonged to none other than to the lupine biker threatening his life. “What the heck!” Pj mildly cursed his mind fizzing out, both from the abrupt one-eighty of the situation and the sensations he was feeling from being fondled.

Clyde and Smasher both gave Pj‘s surprised face a chuckle. “Just getting what I said I’d take kid.” Clyde said with a lick to his lips. “I’m supposing with the way yuir about to wet yourself that you don’t got any cash in yuir pockets right?” He waited for a moment for Pj to nod slowly to his question. “There see, so you can’t get us any gas or any spending money which means that only leaves one thing you can give and by fuck are we ready for some of that.”

“Wait… you w-want to have sex with me!” Pj said a little louder than he expected himself too. “B-B-But your boss he was with a girl! A-and you said you wanted him to tell you all about it later!” 

“Shit boy that’s just part of an act.” Smasher explained. “Me and Clyde here are gayer then a picnic basket in may! Been that way since we met in eighty-two, heh. Only reason we said what we did was so that dumb fuck Rocco wouldn’t suspect anything.” The two men shared a smug look. “He’ll never know that while he’s talking about getting some pussy that we’re getting off to the idea of him naked.”

“Oh…” Pj said dumbfounded. He supposed that after meeting so many different kinds of men who liked gay sex that bikers who took part in the activity would be that much of a stretch. “S-So what are you going to do with me then?”

“Thick sod isn’t he?” Clyde remarked with a roll of his eyes. “We’re going to fuck you bitch and yuir gonna take it like a good boy.” Stepping back the gray furred man flourished to Pj and sternly said. “Strip for us luv, let’s see what we got ourselves here.”

Pj gasped and clutched his clothing against his skin. “Do you really expect me to take my clothes off here in the woods?” He asked in a pleading tone. When both men remained still, looks of annoyance gracing their face as he stood there, Pj realized that yes they did expect that. And really he didn’t have any choice but to do as they commanded. That was unless he wanted to be on the receiving end of their fists. “Fine… I‘ll take off my clothes.”

Gathering his courage Pj slowly began removing his shirt, upper body shivering a little as the cooling evening air danced across his bare skin. Almost imminently he found himself groped once again as Clyde reached out and cupped one of his pecs. “Nice big tits you got here lad.” He remarked. “What do you think Smasher.”

Smasher too copped a feel, slowly flicking his thumb over Pj’s hardening nipple. “Nice.” He agreed with a laugh. “Bet they jiggle like melons when you fuck him on his back. That right big boy? They bounce nice and good when that happens?”

“I guess they do sir.” Pj said his face reddening. After all the times he had had sex in that position he really never noticed if his chest did that or not. Though that did explain why nearly all the men he slept with liked to fondle his pecs in bed. 

“And he’s awfully polite too ain’t he?” Clyde remarked as he moved his hands to Pj’s hips and pulled him flush against his muscular body, Smasher instantly moving behind the stunned young man as if they were in sync. “Now get on with it and take off them shorts.”

“O-Ok.” Hooking his thumbs in his pants Pj bent down slightly in an attempt to remove his pants. His movement had an unintended affect however as his backside ground against the crouch of the large man behind him. It was with this dirty friction that Pj cursed his body because as soon as the beaver’s lusty sounding intake of breath reached him he began becoming hard again. What the heck was wrong with him he asked himself? First his dad and Bubba, then that trucker, and not these two. Was he a magnet for horny older men or something?

Seeing their new little friend stop as if conflicted Clyde gave a disgruntled growl and fell down to his knees, removing Pj’s shorts for him and leaving the boy standing there in nothing but his tighty-whities. It was obvious that this guy needed some coercion if they him and Smasher were going to get what they want. “Nice package you got here luv.” He remarked working his hand under Pj’s bulge and lightly squeezed it. “Bet you’d love to get a little blow job about now wouldn’t you?”

Pj tried to answer the other man with a confident and firm “no” but before he could he found the word instantly forgotten ad Smasher reached with his large hairy arms under his armpits and began tweaking Pj‘s nipples again, twisting them just on the brink of painful as he worked his bearded lips on the back of the dark furred youths neck.

“Looks like yuir leavin’ ‘im speechless Smash.” Clyde chuckled as he began to pull down Pj’s underwear. Devastating the boy of the last article of clothing covering his shame the wolf took a deep inhale of the musky odor wafting up from his prey’s nethers. There was just something about fucking around with the tourists that frequented their local rest stop that always gave him pleasure. Opening his mouth he slowly dragged his tong across the head of Pj’s unprotected cock, the taste of sweat cascading over his tongue as the boy above him let out a shudder and moaned at his actions. 

“Oh man… t-that feels really good.” Pj finally admitted. “Could y-you please keep going.”

Growling at what he thought was an order from above; Clyde used his teeth to gently scrap against the sensitive skin of the cock between his lips. He was the top dog no matter what. But before his anger could solidify the short man found a large hand on his head mollifying him. “Calm down shaggy the kid’s just getting into what you’re doing down there.” Smasher said. “At least he better be it. We’re the ones in charge here boy, got it?” To punctuate his point the beaver gave Pj a sharp slap on his bottom. 

“Sir yes sir!“ Pj responded with a halfhearted salute. These two had some things in common with his dad it seemed. 

A smirk crossing his muzzle Clyde returned gave Pj’s dick a few strokes with his hand. “Good lad.” He cooed. “But now me and Smash ‘ere got to teach you a lesson. Smash, pull out the haymaker and jam it in this bugger’s mouth.”

Pj wondered for a moment what this “haymaker” was but quickly found out as he was spun around and found himself staring down at the larger biker unbuckling his pants. “I have to suck you too?” He asked dumbly. He had hoped that all the two wanted was to fondle and tease him. 

“What do you think kid.” Not waiting for Pj to decide to obey or not Clyde made him lean over and pressed the cat’s face against his friends bulge just as Smash fished out his cock. “Open wide.” He commanded.

There was a slightly dubious odor coming off of the beaver crouch but Pj did as he had been told opening wide and swallowing Smasher’s cock with little trouble. All those times he had given blow jobs to his dad and their friends certainly made him an expert by now. Something which was instantly noticed by the bearded man above him. 

“Dam this kid’s taking me real deep Clyde!” Smash exclaimed, hissing through his two large teeth. “Sucking me in like a vacuum.”

“Really now…” Clyde placed a hand on Pj’s backside and rubbed it for a second. “You suck cock before lad?” He asked lewdly. “You a regular pussy boy for some dirty old men somewhere.”

Pj almost gagged on the large shaft of meat in his gullet. ‘If you only knew.’ He thought. Out loud he hummed a weak yes as his cheeks colored. 

“Oh, now this is a treat ain’t it Smashy?” Starting to unbuckle his pants the Wolf gave his friend an excited look which was quickly returned. It wasn’t often that they got a tourist that actually liked getting fucked. Realizing that they needed a more comfortable way of going about their fun Clyde stepped away from the duo going to get something to help. “I‘ll be right back in a jiff.” He told Smash. “We’re going to fuck your fat ass like animals and leave you walkin’ funny for a month.”

“Oh boy…” Pj said growing worried. 

A few minutes later Pj found himself on all fours on the ground a blanket under him as he continued to suck off a pantsless Smash who was sitting with his back against the tree. Eyes closed as the grunts and huffs of pleasure sounded above him Pj tried to figure out how once again he ended up in a situation like this. All he had done was go off to investigate a noise and now he was having sex with a pair of bikers. One of which who was kneeling behind him as he continued to slurp on his buddies manhood. “

From his spot behind Pj, a completely nude Clyde grinned up at his friend. “Real thing of beauty you got here luv.” He said placing both his hands on Pj’s rump. Parting the full cheeks the wolf licked his lips as the cat’s pucker was exposed to his eyes. “Bet it tastes just as good.” Leaning down he slowly lapped his rough tongue across the wrinkled flesh, Pj’s response to the filthy act imminent as he groaned and ground back against his face. 

“Lube him up real good Clyde baby.” Smasher commanded as he watched the man nursing on his pud become undone. “As soon as he’s good and open I want to see you fuck the hell out of this bitch’s chunky ass.”

Raising his head from Pj‘s ass, Clyde glared at his friend. “That what I was planning’ on doing that ya big sod.” He snapped. “Now shut yuir yap and let me work boyo!”

“Fine your majesty go on and work your magic then.” Smasher argued back.

Going back to rimming with a renewed vigor, the smaller of the two bikers used every tick in the book to tease and torment Pj. Drilling hard and fast one moment only to slow down as Pj’s cries grew to a fever pitch. Soon he added his fingers to the mix, using two of his fingers to stretch the hole he was about to fuck in an agonizingly slow manner. He could tell the kid they were messing with was enjoying it. That was if his groans around Smasher’s cock were to be believed. 

Eventually Clyde decided he had enough of rimming their new friend and came up for air fingers still working Pj‘s hole and muzzle covered in spit. “The lads ready for his ride.” He announced.

“Bout time.” Pulling his cock out of the mouth pleasuring him so well, Smasher helped Pj up onto his knees and hugged him tightly against his chest. “You’re in for a real good time kid.” He promised. Suddenly the large man lunged forward and connected their mouths in a manic and deep kiss so aggressive and dominating that Pj lost all sense for a few seconds. Pulling apart after he thoroughly ravished the boy’s mouth, a string of spittle between them the beaver grinned. “Clyde there really knows how to ream out a guy what good. Done it to me more time then I can ‘member.”

“After that header you took off your bike in New Mexico I’m surprised you remember anything.” Clyde quipped.

His grin vanishing and being replaced by a frown, Smasher looked past Pj and huffed. “Hey I already told you asshole that weren’t my fault!” He defended. “That trucker was eyeing me from his big rig and I just got distracted is all!”

“Like hell you was, you were drunk off you fat ass!” Clyde shot back. 

Fearing that an actual fight might break out between the two Pj quickly intervened. “Guys, guys don’t fight please.“ He begged. Then responding to what Smasher said he added. “And trust me um, Smasher sir I believe what you said about Mr. Clyde right now.” How could Pj not after all. Whatever the wolf biker was doing to his hole it was amazing. The drilling, the prodding with his tongue and now the scissoring and jabbing of his fingers. It was making him harder and harder as the minutes went on. The only thing that heightened what he was feeling was the way the man sitting in front of him had his large arms around him holding him still and making him take his friend’s ministrations. 

Finally after what felt like forever both Clyde and Smasher broke out into laughter. “He’s right Smashy!” The canine declared. “We got ourselves something better to do then tussle. Now… hold them cheeks apart for me Smash so I can get to work.”

“Sure thing mutt.” Sliding his hands down Pj’s bare back the beaver grabbed each of his cheeks in his large palms and spread them almost painfully apart. “Fuck’um good!”

“Fuck that’s hot looking.“ Clyde whispered as he moved into position behind Pj. The young man in their grasp certainly was a sight. The way that furry furrow was parted, loose and sloppy looking hole exposed and then there was the way Pj was peeking over his shoulder curiously waiting for him to fuck him. If only all their tricks were this receptive! “‘Ere I come luv!” Placing on hand on Pj’s shoulder while he guided his throbbing cock with the other, Clyde steadily pushed himself into the other man’s ass. Tight muscles gripping him as he entered inch by inch, thrust by thrust. “Fuck he’s not as tight as I like but hell is it good.”

“OH MAN!” Pj said in agreement. The way the wolf‘s sizable member was stretching and filling him was maddening. It was nowhere near as big as Bubba’s or his dad’s but still it was almost like he was being split in half as he was entered. Pj was just lucky that he had had all of that practice earlier allowed him to “endure” the onslaught long enough for the man behind him to fully seat himself in his ass. “It’s… it’s in!” Pj announced happily. “Just give me a few minutes to get used to it then you can- AHHHHH!”

Before Pj could finish he request Clyde began to move hard and fast. The older man drawing his gray furred hips back and then slamming forward hard and fast over and over. His pace was ruthless right from the beginning, leaving Pj no time to grow used to the intrusion. But Pj soon regained his wind, although he just as soon lost it again as it was fucked out of him and he shouted at the top of his lungs, “OH MAN YESSSSSSS!!!!”

“Heh-heh look at the bitch squeal!” Smasher laughed as he held Pj steady. Clyde was always an animal when he fucked someone. It had shocked him their first time fooling around but now he craved it. “You’d think he was a pig instead of our boss!” Locking lips with Pj again the large man reached down and began kneading their new fuck buddies dark fur covered butt cheeks again while Clyde’s thrusting escalated into a frenzy. 

“You like getting fucked by a big tough biker boy?” Clyde asked his question muffled a little from his own panting and the sound of skin hitting skin in the abandoned area. “You like having’ them plump cheeks split and your ass filled by some prime A wolf meat!?” 

“Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes, OH MY GOD YES SIR!!” Pj chanted. Throwing his head back at a particularly hard jab from behind the convulsing boy quickly found his Adam’s apple being sucked on by Smasher, the beaver’s lips massaging his neck and making every cry he made come out funny. But Pj didn’t care how odd he sounded as his innards were pummeled. The boy way too lost in the pleasure of having sex with other men. In all actuality all that went through his mind as he was breeded from the back and kissed and manhandled from the front was how on earth was he ever going to be able to recover from all this? 

It all came to a head when Smasher reached down and wrapped his large fist around Pj’s weeping cock, stroking it in rhythm with Clyde’s movement. Pj arching his back awhile he let out a primal cry, jet after jet of milky white cum erupting from his dick and covered the beavers hand. Clyde didn’t miss a beat when the tunnel encasing his member started to squeeze and vibrate around him, all he did was increase his pumping and let out a savage sounding snarl as he too joined PJ in orgasmic bliss.

Watching as Pj and Clyde came, Smasher let out a deep belly laugh enjoying watching their flushed faces and the wet warmth dripping down his knuckles. Why was it that men looked so hot when they came? But of course as much fun as it was watching these two it would be even better if he got himself a taste too. Smirking at his best friend he reached forward with one hand and gave the other biker a hard push. Clyde giving a sound of surprise as he fell backwards and onto his ass. 

“Oi what the fuck!” Clyde growled. “You couldn’t have waited a minute for me to come down?”

Smasher matched his friends glower. “You had your turn so now it’s mine!”

“Wait… what are you two guys talking about?” Pj asked a little dizzily. The confused boy almost instantly got his answer when he found himself spun around abruptly and his ass once again filled by a turgid cock as he was forced to sit down in Smasher’s lap. “FUCK!” He shouted. All manners forgotten as he was entered.

“Yup that’s what’s gonna happen kid.” Smasher affirmed. Gripping Pj by the hips, the large hairy man began to move the chubby boy in his lap up and down roughly. The beaver grunting each and every time his cock plunged deep into Pj’s innards, Clyde’s previous load running down his big hairy balls as he did.

Moaning incoherently, his mind reeling from being fucked again, Pj leaned back against the solid mass of brown fur and continue to ride it out. Already he could feel himself hardening as Smasher slammed up into him. And that problem only got worse when his lupine friend got on his stomach in front of them and began sucking on Pj’s bouncing dick. 

“Pl… Please guys slow down a bit it-it’s too much!” Pj begged halfheartedly. But as much as his lips might have been asking for the two to stop his mind kept screaming for them to do more. Why was he such a slut when guys did this to him? His usual demeanor of shyness and modesty eroding until all that was left was a raw nerve that craved to be touched. 

Luckily for him both men using his body failed to hear his plea. Both only ramping up their actions and enjoying every time Pj yelped or groaned out in lust. This was the life for them fucking hapless travelers and riding their bikes across the land and then bragging about it to other bikers who understood their tastes. They could already see the looks on their friends when they tell them about the hot piece of ass they nailed in the woods.

The trio continued in this erotic dance for ten minute more. Pj squirming in Smasher’s lap while Clyde slurped on the younger man’s dick with abandon. But as good as this all was it had to end. Finally after a few good thrusts on Smash’s part Pj gave a series of loud pants and unloaded his second load if the night into the Clyde’s greedy maw. 

Smasher was right behind his lay. The big man letting out a mighty bellow that sent birds fluttering away in the trees above them as he slammed Pj down one last time, erupting with such volume that his cum leaked out of the hole he had been fucking and joined Clyde’s first load dripping down his balls. A treat that the wolf early lapped up along with Pj’s load without a second thought. 
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Two hours later…

Tired but incredibly pleased Pj limped slightly as Smasher and Clyde led him out of the woods and back to the rest stop. The sun was setting in the evening sky telling Pj that despite the pleasant time he had only minutes ago that heading back to the RV was going to be a trial. His dad was most likely fuming mad that he had been gone for several hours. 

Turning to the two bikers who had slept with him Pj gave them a thankful look. “Thanks for not… you know beating me to death back there.” He said. “I-I’m glad we could work something out.”

“Guv we wasn’t goin’ to hurt you.” Clyde chuckled. When Pj blinked at them in surprised the wolf elaborated. “Like we told you before kid: that stuff with Rocco was all an act. We’re bruisers but we ain’t monsters.”

Pj looked from one man to the other. “Then… then why did you have sex with me then?” He asked. “I thought that was payment to let me go.”

“You let us fuck you cause you’re a slut.” Smasher laughed. When Pj pouted at his joke the beaver gave him a friendly slap on the back. As slap which nearly sent the worn out man to the ground. “Naw, but really we did enjoy ourselves back there. Your one sexy little fat boy.”

“Geeze thanks.” Pj said running the forming bruise on his back. They were right well at least from what he had seen. Clyde and Smasher might be rough looking but in the end they were big softies. After their first round the duo had been gentler as they continued having sex. Both of them taking turns bringing him to ecstasy and even letting him top Smasher once. 

Waving goodbye to the biker Pj made his way back to his dad’s RV and prepared himself to get yelled at. Walking around to the side the door was located on Pj was surprised to find Bubba sitting in front of the vehicle in a lawn chair. “Well hello there petite.” He greeted with a smile. “We’ve been wondering where you been at.”

Pj cringed at that. “How mad at me is my dad?” He asked fearing the answer.

“Oh he ain’t mad.” Bubba told him. “More like disappointed.”

Pj had to resist the urge to snort in amusement. “Yeah disappointed I wasn’t here to have sex with.” He huffed. “That’s the only reason he brought me along after all.”

Bubba raised an eyebrow ridge at the way his younger friend was acting. It took a lot for Pj to snap about something like that. Patting the seat next to him the gator motioned for his friend to sit down. When Pj did he wrapped arm around the boy and pulled him close. “Petite…” He sighed. “Your poppa didn’t drag you on this trip just for sex. Though knowing Petey that was part of it. But the main reason he made you come was ‘cause he wanted to spend time with you.”

“H-He did!?” Pj asked in surprise.

“Yup.” Before Explaining the older man reached down into a nearby cooler and took out a beer, opening it and taking a long swill. Bubba was always the showman, you needed time for some things to sink in. once he was finished he continued. “Don’t you ever dare tell him I told you but the boss man has had this whole trip planned out since October. Every little detail. He found us this train wreck of an RV to take us, He bought an ass load of fishing equipment, and then he hounded me and threatened me into promising to take ya’ll to my secret fishing spot.”

Pj couldn’t believe his ears. His dad had been planning this vacation for nearly half a year. Seeing Pj’s confusion Bubba continued with his speech. “You know Petit you’re going to be going off to college in a few months and I think your dad just wants this time with you. Both to fuck you silly and to impart some of his fatherly wisdom on ya.”

“Wisdom?” Pj asked quietly. 

“Ok-ok. That was a little overboard but you know what I’m saying don’t ya?” Bubba snickered. “Just try and be understanding.”

(All this information certainly was surprising to me Mr. Dairy. Dad actually cares enough about me to want to spend time with me that wasn’t completely about us having sex. Right then all I could feel about that grumpy man was how much I felt the same way. Our relationship certainly wasn’t the most usual kind a father and son had but I guess it worked for us.)

Standing up Pj went over to the RV door and opened it. “Thanks Bubba.” He said to his scaled friend as he walked up the steps. “I’m going to go and tell dad that’ I’m sorry about running off earlier.”

“You go do that petit.” The gator nodded. “Bubba will be sitting here waiting.”

Stepping inside of the RV Pj glanced around the run down space for his father and quickly found the man sleeping in the bed in the back of the vehicle. Pete was naked as per usual his sleeping style, his mouth hanging open and his arms akimbo on the soft surface. Seeing him so peaceful for once caused an urge to rise in Pj’s mind which he wouldn’t dare if the man was awake. Tiptoeing over to his dad, the husky boy leaned down and tried to kiss him chastely on the forehead.

Unfortunately instead of the sweet father son moments Pj suddenly found himself pinned to the bed his dad hovering over him with a deep frown. “Bout time you got yerself back brat.” Pete huffed. “Where were you!?”

“I, um… I… I was playing in the woods.” Pj answered. It wasn’t a full lie after all.

“Sure you wuz.” Pete leaned down and sniffed the younger man’s hair. “You smell like sex boy heh-heh. Who’d you fuck?”

Pj pouted at the rude question but after several moments of intense glaring on his father’s part he relented. “It was two bikers.” He confessed. “But in all honestly I didn’t have a choice.”

“Like hell.” The other man laughed. “You ‘n’ me both know your nothing but a horny little slut and that’s the way we like it. Fuck you were trying to get the jump on me right now weren’t you!” When Pj looked away too embarrassed to admit what he had really been doing he looked away making Pete’s chuckling develop into a sinister guffaw. “Well… iffin it’s a fuckin’ you be a-wantin’ son it’s a fuckin’ you’ll be a-gettin’.”

Outside of the RV, Bubba rolled his eyes as the large structure behind him began to shake and move. Leave it to the D’caht’s to get randy at a moment’s notice. Pete had already gotten some earlier that day when they had invited this horny trucker back to their bed. Speaking of the walrus, Bubba lifted his eyes just in time to see the mustached man return from his bathroom break. After three straight hours of nonstop sex with him and Pete the other man had earned it. 

Looking up at the RV the trucker let out a low whistle as he took it all in. that D‘caht man truly was an animal. “What I miss?” He asked.

“Just the start of the twelfth round.” Bubba said casually. “You can go in any time and join in I’m sure. The fellas inside will welcome you with open arms.” 

Not having to be told twice the trucker bowed comically to the gator and walked into the vehicle leaving Bubba to his own devices. Waiting a few more minutes for the trucker’s voice to joining Pj’s and Pete’s he quickly finished his beer and went to join them himself. But before he did he spotted the two bikers who had escorted Pj out of the woods. The beaver and wolf weren’t that bad on the eyes he supposed. Whistling to catch their attention he waved them over. Might as well invite them to the party. After all the more men at an orgy the better.

Next time the D’caht’s meet Bubba’s dad and brothers….