The next day…

Benny Fraido could feel himself instantly smiling as he observed a young Pj D’caht as he entered his deli. Quickly giving the order he had just finished to the waiting woman he told her to come again then looked over to his friend. “Heya Peeje what can I do for you taday?” the older man greeted.

Pj grinned back. “Four of the usual Mr. Fraido.” the young boy said softly.

“It’s Benny remember.” The rhino gently scolded as he took out a roll. “Besides…” he looked over Pj’s shoulder and watched as his previous customer left. “…After what we’ve done so many times I think the mister stuff isn’t necessary.” he finished once she was gone

“I guess your right… Benny.” Pj said his face coloring.

“Of course I am Kiddo!” The older man laughed. “So are all these for you or that jerk dad of yours?”

“No actually I’m getting them for a trip I’m going on.”

Benny began placing meat and cheese on the bread. “Oh, A trip.”

“Yeah I’m going with the Sponnerville strikers on their away game Friday.” Pj told him. “I’m the new Gnarly the Weasel.” he finished with a sigh.

Benny frowned. He remember the ugly costume from his days in school and how the guy inside the thing got himself beat up nearly every day. “You sure you’re going to be alright with all those block headed jocks babe?”

“You don’t have to worry about me sir.” Be assured him. “Moose said he would keep most of them away.”

“Moose?” Mr. Fraido asked. He vaguely remembered a kid by that name. After a few seconds of thinking, it hit him. “Wait wasn’t this Moose guy that gorilla I saw punch you?” 

“Yeah that’s him” Pj confessed. “But he’s said sorry about that and we’re sort of friends now.”

“You are?” Benny gave Pj a surprised look then he noticed a slight smile on the kids face. “You and him are fooling around?” at the younger mans surprise he laughed. “Well congrats kid, that’s if he’s treating you right.”

“Trust me he is.” Pj said nodding

Mr. Fraido finished the last of the sandwiches and stuffed them into a bag. “Good. Cause if he weren’t then him and me are going to have a nice long talk.” He handed Pj his order. “I s’pose that now you got that strapping young’un you don’t fool around with old farts like me no more.” The rhino said teasingly.

Pj gave him a shy look. “Well…?” He began. 

Benny chuckled. “Heh… glad to hear that baby.” the older man walked around his counter wiping his hands off on his apron as he approached the embarrassed boy. “Cause I‘d really miss doing that with you. You sure your…boyfriend wouldn’t mind.”

Pj rolled his eyes. “Sir he isn’t my boyfriend.” He informed someone yet again. “We’re just friends.”

“Kids today.” Benny said in amusement. They were never one for labels. “Ok then… you sure your “friend” won’t mind.”

“No…in fact he likes the idea.” Pj informed the larger man. “He insists that I tell him about it afterwards though.”

The Rhino let out a low whistle. “Kids to…day!” He said again. Mr. Fraido placed his large arm around Pj’s shoulder and pulled the boy close nuzzling is cheek. “How about I close the store for a little bit and we give Moose another story.” he whispered

That was all it took to make Pj’s heart to skip a beat. The feeling of Mr. Fraido’s warm breath coupled with the coolness of his horn made the young man’s penis harden in his pants. Shaking a little from the lust coursing through his body, he nodded and placed his hand on the Rhino’s chest. “I’d love to do that Benny” he said huskily.”

“He-he… then come on babe.” Mr. Fraido quickly went over and locked the door then giving the boy a quick pinch on the backside, he escorted him into the deli’s back room. 

(I can always count on Mr. Fraido to make me feel better when I need it. And boy did I need it right then. Despite what I had told him I was a… little bit nervous about going with Moose and the team Friday. Just the thought of being stuck on that bus for five hours with what was essentially every bully in school made me physically sick. But all I had to do was keep reminding myself why I was doing this to make Moose feel better and that helped a lot. Of course the pillar of rhino flesh about to force its way into my body will help a lot too! Even if it does make it hard to sit on that bus.”)

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An hour or so later Pj found himself contently walking down his street subs in hand and a slight soreness tingling through his backside. He had had a very, very good time with Mr. Fraido, the rhino fucking him until he nearly lost this mind from the pleasure. The whole event certainly helped him with his worry about the trip. Benny even gave him the subs for free saying he more then paid for them. Pj was thankful as always but made sure to promised to help the older man in his shop his next free day to make up for the food.

Walking closer towards his house Pj cringed when the sounds of Mr. Wey and his dad yelling at the top of their lungs reached his ears. “Oh, boy I wonder what dad did this time?” he said breaking out into a slow jog. 

By the time Pj had reached his house the sounds of the two men fighting had reached its zenith. Their angry curses and expletives echoing across the neighborhood and making some of their more curious neighbors poke their heads out trying to see what was going on. “I swear sometimes I kinda wish dad was calmer.” Pj said walking into the house. After tossing his subs onto the counter he hesitantly made his way to the backyard where the screams and shouts were emanating. Despite the fierceness of the fight hopefully he could defuse it before it became to violent.
 
The sight that met his eyes as he stepped into his backyard however wasn’t one he had been expecting. For once the two men had a real good reason to be shouting. The large satellite dish which had once stood tall and proud in the backyard was now. Was now on it’s side the larger thing having crashed through their’s and Mr Wey’s shared fence. Coming to rest right on top of on of Mr. Wey’s prized flower gardens. This was not going to be pleasant. Turning his attention from the accident to his dad and Mr. Wey Pj could see the men in a heated argument both of them red in the face.

“Look at what the hell your stupid dish has done to my babies D‘caht!” Mr. Wey roared.

Pete Huffed. “Who gives a fuck about yer stupid daffy-dillys look at what’s happened ta my dish!” He pointed to the broken device. “You have any idea how much it cost fat ass? I hope you got the dough to pay fer this.”

“Me Pay!?” Mr. Wey laughed. “Me Pay!? If there’s going to be someone paying around here D’caht it’s going to be you for all the damages your crappy whatzy-whosit has done to my garden!” 

“Like hell that’s goin’ ta happen Wey.” Pete snarled. “B’sides this was all yer fault. Must have made the ground all soggy from waterin’ them stupid plants. Ruined my dish’s found-a-mi-tation!” He stomped his feet on the ground a few times the grass giving off wet squishing sounds. “See?”

The Hippo narrowed his eyes. “As if I would over water my prizewinning flowers!”

“Well you did!” Pete placed his hands on his hips.

“I DID NOT!“ Mr. Wey began poking the other man in the chest as hard as he could. “Now get the hell out of my face or else YOU, YOU, YOU CRUM BUM!!”

“Crum bum!?” Pete slapped the probing finger away and growled. “Why I ought‘ah!”

Pj could feel dread rising as he watched the two men raise their fists about to take things to far. He had to stop this before the two men decided to use their fist instead of their voices. Braving their fury the younger ran over to the men and pushed his way between them. “Please stop!” He begged frantically.

Mr. Wey was quick to push him out of the way. “Get out of the way kid this is between me and yer asshole father!” he demanded.

Pete nodded in agreement. “Yeah Boy if ol two-tons want’s ta fight then lets start.”

“But dad you can’t!” Pj began. He had to think of a reason fast the two were raising their fists. “Remember what happened last time. The lawsuit?”

The large man stopped dead in his tracks and glared down at Pj. The brat was right that dammed lawsuit had cost him a pretty penny. “Bah… fine!” Pete said with a scowl. “Yer lucky the boy was here fatty.” He pushed Pj out of his way and started stalking off towards his house.

Mr. Wey however wasn’t going to let the large man get away after insulting him. He chased after the other man shaking his fists and yelling after him. “Hey wait a minute you S.O.B. we weren’t finished!”

Using all of his strength Pj grabbed at the hippo‘s loud Hawaiian shirtsleeve and held him back. “Mr. Wey please stop!” He pleaded. 

Mr. Wey glared down at the smaller man. “Why the hell should I kid!?” He pointed over to their satellite dish and then to his ruined flower bed. “Look at what your dad’s dammed thing has done to my masterpiece. You know how long it takes to plant all those?”

“A… a Long time?” Pj asked fearing the answer.

“Yes, a long time!” Mr. Wey snapped sarcastically. “And now it’s all RUINED! I swear kid…. I swear, next homeowners meeting I’m going to get the board to throw you D’caht’s out of this neighborhood… no I’ll have you thrown out of this whole dam city by the time I‘m done!”

Pj watched as the older man done with yelling at him trudged over to his plants looking down at them with a sigh. Despite the all the yelling and shouting he did feel a little bit sorry about what had happened. Mr. Wey seemed like a nice enough guy despite his… habit of yelling at them. He didn’t deserve to have all his hard work ruined because of them. He had to do something to make things right… but what? 

After a few moments of intense thought Pj came up with something. He didn’t like the idea but he had to do something to sooth the hippo‘s anger and maybe get the older man to like them. Hesitantly he went over to the melancholy man and tapping on his shoulder spoke. “Um… maybe I could do something to help you fix your garden sir?”

The larger man waved him off with an angry snort. “Stop trying to suck up boy I meant what I said.” he informed the younger man. “No amount of “helping” can change that. …Besides no one touches my garden but me.”

Pj twitted his thumbs nervously. He had to try a different angle, anything. “Please I want to make this up to you, sir.” There was no response from the kneeling man. “I‘ll…” Pj began again. “I’ll do anything you tell me to do sir. Even clean your entire house if you want.”

Mr. Wey looked over his shoulder and glared at the younger man. He liked the boy a bit. The dimwit had an air about him that Wey found a little bit cute. But right now the brat was beginning to become as big a pain as his father. 

He was about to yell at the kid to leave him alone when he noticed the earnest look on the boy’s face and faltered. How could he say know to that? “Fine then if your serious then come over tomorrow and I’ll put your ass to work cleaning.” the older man said begrudgingly getting to his feet. “The entire house like you said.”

“Tomorrow?” Pj asked. He still had things to do to get ready for the trip Friday

“Yes tomorrow.” The hippo growled. No way was this boy going back now. “You volunteered didn‘t you!” 

Pj gulped at the sternness in Mr. Wey’s voice it reminded him of his father‘s. “Ok sir tomorrow it is.” 

“Good.“ Mr. Wey remarked as he headed towards his back door. “Be here first thing after school and be sure to bring plenty of cleaning supplies cause yer going to work and work hard son.” that said he slammed the door behind him leaving Pj alone.

“Me and my big fat mouth.” Pj said sullenly as he turned around and went back into his own home. Well… at least this might help. If he did a good enough job maybe Mr. Wey would warm up to them and recede his threats.  He had to try something not like his dad was going to do anything. Speaking of his father Pj had to go check on him and make sure he wasn’t concocting some sort of revenge scheme to pull on Mr. Wey. 

Thankfully when he found Pete he wasn’t up to anything. All the older man was doing was sitting at their kitchen table one of the subs Pj had brought home in his hand half eaten. “Dad…!” Pj whined when he saw what his father was doing. “Those were for my trip tomorrow!”

Pete gave his son a bored look and slowly took another bite of the sandwich. “Then I guess you shouldn’t have left’um just sittin’ here aye boy.” he said around a mouthful of food.

Pj rolled his eyes and snatched the remaining sandwiches away from his glutinous father placing them into the fridge. “Still dad you could of asked if you could have one. I bought them with my own-.” 

“-Ah stop yer gripein’ boy.” Pete growled as he stuffed the last of the pilfered sub into his mouth. “I wuz hungry and ‘sides not like you missing a meal will hurt.” he poked Pj in the stomach chuckling at the way it jiggled.

Pj peered down at his stomach watching it as it moved slightly. Why did his dad have to say that? “I guess your right sir.” he said weakly.

“Aw don’t be like that boy. I like ya chubby.” the larger man gave his son a lecherous look then pulled him down into his lap. “Love ta see yer chunky ass jiggle while I fuck ya stupid, real pretty sight”

Pj blushed it amazed him how his dad could insult him and compliment him at the same time. “If you say so sir.”

“You bet I do boy!” Pete laughed. The older man stroked his sons back his hand wandering downward until his thick fingers slid into the back of his boy’s pants. “Ya‘know what in fact. I could actually do wit that sight right now.” He remarked as he pushed his fingers between Pj’s asscrack. “What about you slut?”

The warm hand touching his ass made Pj hot and bothered. Even after the fucking he had just gotten from Mr. Fraido he couldn‘t resist his dad’s advances. Like the shameless slut his dad had just called he began to moan softly clutching to the larger man’s shoulders as he arched his back and pushed his backside into his father’s palm.  “Yeah… yeah sir I could.”

“Then off wit them dam clothes boy!“ Pete said licking his lips. “And get ready fer some good fuckin’!“ Like he had said once before after a good fight there was nothing like a good fucking.

“Yes sir.” Pj said dutifully. Getting off his fathers lap he began pulling his shirt over his head. But stopped thinking about his promise to Mr. Wey. “Um… Sir.”

Pete frowned he didn’t like the younger man stopping when he was about to see some skin. “What is it boy” He huffed. “Now’s not the time ya’know?”

“I know sir but I have to ask you something before we… we you know.”

Pete let out a frustrated grunt. “Fine out with it then.” He said getting to his feet. “But keep undressin’ I ain’t got all day.” He roughly pulled the shorter mans pants down briefs and all.

“Ok dad.” Pj shuddered as the cool air hit his bare skin. “I want your permission to go over to Mr. Wey’s tomorrow to… to help him for a bit.”

At the mention of the annoying hippo Pete tore his eyes away from the sight of his son’s half naked form. “Why the hell are you going to do that?”

“Jus…just to be nice sir.” Pj said quietly. “… …And to make it up to him for what happened.”

The larger man glared at his son and growled. “Are you infer-I-nating that we need to pay that fucker for what happened?”

“NO, no sir.” Pj responded quickly. Last thing he needed was to make Pete angry again. “I’m just trying to get him to like us more is all. You know… …” Think Pj think! “…Trick him into thinking we’re part of some neighborly brotherhood.” He lied

Pete looked at his son skeptically for a few moments. “Neighborly brotherhood ya say, aye?” He scratched his chin thinking. “Maybe that would get ol two-tons ta shut his mouth fer awhile.” He laughed. “Good thinking’ boy yer startin‘ta think like yer old man!”

Pj wasn‘t to sure if that was an insult or a compliment but smile when he heard he could go. “Thank you for letting me go sir.” Pj said obvious to what this dad was thinking. “I don’t know how I can thank you for saying yes.” 

“Really now?” Pete asked his lusty mood returning. He reached down and unzipped his pants taking out his hardening cock. With a sadistic chuckle he wagged it at Pj’s face. “I wuz sure you were taught better then that bitch.” 

Pj gulped at the sight of the angry looking shaft pointed at him. His dad was right he did know better. “Of course dad.” Giving the other man a quick grateful glace he opened his mouth and engulfed the older man’s meat suckling on it and trying his best to convey how thankful he was for being allowed to go next door. 

Pete pleased by his son’s eagerness patted the boy on the head and chuckled. “He-he good boy.”
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 Thursday afternoon…

The next day after school Pj found himself strolling up to Mr. Wey’s front door his cleaning supplies in hand ready for as the hippo put if some hard work. After a few minutes of juggling his mop and bucket he had brought Pj knocked softly on the door trepidation covering his features as he waited for the hippo to answer. After a few long agonizing moments the older man appeared at the front door dressed in a dirty pair of overalls and with a nasty looking scowl on his face. “About time you got here kid.” He grumped as he stepped aside so that Pj could enter.

Pj smiled meekly and went inside. “Sorry sir.” He said once inside. “My dad made me… do something for him before I left.” only reason he got away was because he distracted the man with another sandwich.

Mr. Wey snorted he had the inclination that the fat bastard had detained the boy on purpose. But putting the thought aside he began informing his temporary slave what he expected him to do. “You can start cleaning in the kitchen.” He said shutting his door. “I need you to scrub my dishes and mop the floor till they both shine like the sun.”

“Ok sir that shouldn’t be to hard.” Pj said as he looked around the hippo’s living room. There were several framed magazine covers all of which had the older mans face on them. “Is there anything else that I need to-?” 

“-There sure as hell is boy.” The hippo said talking over his guest. “I also need you to rotate my furniture in the living room, do my laundry there’s three loads by the by, clean the upstairs bedroom, bathrooms, and exercise room, then finally I think you can make me some dinner. After all I‘m going to be hungry after spending the day fixing my garden.” 

Pj blinked a few times as he took in the workload he had just been given. Mr. Wey was just as bad as his dad was with chores. For a few moments he thought about taking back what he had promised but realizing that this was the only way to get on his neighbors good side he sighed. “Ok sir I’ll, I’ll get right to work then.” he answered trying to sound as cheerful as he could.

Mr. Wey was next to be surprised. The boy had agreed to all those chores with no fuss. Most people would have thrown a fit. Now slightly amazed by his guest the hippo shook his head chuckling and took out his gardening gloves. “Ok then get started son. I’ll be out back if you need me.“ he said putting them on. “Oh and just so we are perfectly clear. I want you to keep your hands out of my drawers’ boy.”

Pj dropped his bucket blushing at what he had just heard. “W, WHAT!?”

“My cabinets.” He clarified. The older man gave the boy slightly confused look. What was he blushing for? “Where I keep my things you know. I don’t like snooping understand.” he finished.

Pj let out a relived breath. “Oh… Ok sir. I can certainly do that.” 

Mr Wey rolled his eyes and turned around leaving the room. “Be sure you do!” He said over his shoulder. 

Pj watched as the older man left his eyes wandering down his broad back and to the hippo’s large backside for a moment admiring his form. “What’s wrong with me.” Pj chuckled softly dragging his eyes away. “Get you mind to the task at hand Peeje. You got…” he looked around the living room again. “…You got a lot of work to do.
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Several hours later a tired and dirty Pj leaned against Mr. Wey’s kitchen wall panting. It had been hard work but finally he was finished, the entire house was shining just as Mr. Wey had commanded. Now all there was left to do was get diner ready for his impromptu slave-master. Looking over to the back door Pj wondered if the hippo was finished his work yet. The larger man had been outside working on his flowers ever since he had started cleaning. By now Pj imagined he must have worked up quite an appetite but for what. He had to ask the man what he wanted before he started.

Placing his mop carefully against the wall he had been leaning on Pj went over to the back door and poked his head out. After a quick search the young man found Mr. Wey kneeling in front of one of his flower beds still working. Careful not to scare the older man by yelling Pj cautiously walked over to him and softly tapped him on the shoulder. His actions earned him an irritated. “WHAT!?” from Mr. Wey

Pj cringed at the harshness in the older mans voice but managed to squeak out. “I…I’m done sir.”

“You’re done?” Mr. Wey asked skeptically. “It’s only been four hours kid. It should take you until doomsday to finish what I gave you.”

Pj starred down at his feet bashfully. “I guess I’m just a fast worker sir.”

Mr. Wey stood up and brushed off some grass form his overalls. “I’ll be the judge of that.” he informed as he walked past Pj and toward his house. The kid had to be lying, that or he did a half assed job. When the older man did enter his home however he was delightfully proven wrong. Every window shone, the kitchen was spotless, and his living room was completely rearranged. 

“Dam kid!” Mr. Wey exclaimed as he took in the sight of his clean house. “You, you did a really good job.” He drew his finger along the underside of his mantle checking his finger for grime. But as expected he didn’t find a trace. “You did the upstairs to right?”

“Yes sir upstairs and down.” Pj said saluting the hippo.

Mr. Wey grinned. “Glad to see that someone in your generation has some work effort.”

“UM…Thank you sir?” Pj scratched the back of his head. Usually all he got for cleaning was a rude burp in his direction. “It was a lot of hard work let me tell you. But I sort of enjoyed it.“

“You… enjoy cleaning?“ Mr. Wey asked.

“Yeah sir I like things clean. Plus cleaning over here is nice.” Pj nodded. “Back at home dad watches me the whole time complaining that I’m not doing it fast enough.”

“Figures that the lazy ass would pester people when their busy.“ The older man finished his inspection and went over to Pj. “I bet he does all sorts of horrible things over there. Am I right?” It wouldn’t hurt to see if he could get some dirt on his arch enemy while the boy was there.

Unfortunately Pj didn’t bite. “Not really sir.” The boy said. “Dad can be… difficult sometimes but in the end I know he‘s a good guy.”

“Fine kid whatever you say.” Mr. Wey snapped. So much for dirt. Changing the subject Wey asked. “Have you started the food yet?”

Pj shook his head. “No I haven’t sir. Wanted to find out what you wanted first.”

The older man scratched his muzzle thinking. “I suppose I could do with them steaks in my freezer. That is if you know how to cook them.”

“You bet I do sir.” Pj said happily. Cooking those would be easy. 

He turned to go and start the food but was stopped by Mr. Wey pulled at the back of his shirt. “Nah-ah kid you’re filthy.” He chuckled. “I’m not going to have you around my food like that.” 

Pj looked down at his clothes. The older man was right he couldn’t handle food as dusty and dirty as he was. “Ok then sir. Just let me go home and get cleaned up.”

“You don’t have to go that entire way boy. I can clean them for you right here and I’ve got a shower you can use to.” There was no way Mr. Wey was going to risk the kids’ dad stealing him away before he had made him dinner.

Pj thought what the hippo had suggested was strange but he guessed he had a point it would be faster. “Alright then sir.” he said.

“Good follow me.” Mr. Wey led Pj upstairs. “Since you did such a nice job I’ll be generous and let you use the good shower.” He pointed to a closed door. “It’s the one in my bedroom, bathroom. Just take your dirty clothes off and place them outside the door so I can clean them for you.”

Pj felt a little bit queasy at the thought of being naked in his neighbor’s house. But remained silent about it nodding in thanks before slipping into the older man’s room. Mr. Wey grinned to himself as he watched his guest disappeared. A part of him pleased by the fact that the boy was so trusting. If he pried a little more maybe he could get him to give up all of his father’s secrets. But that had to wait until he got himself clean. Giving his door one last look the large man went to his little used exorcize room to use the partly broken shower within.

Inside of Mr. Wey’s room Pj had quickly removed his clothes and folded them. placing the neat bundle out into the hallway after he checked to see if the close was clear. The feeling of awkwardness about being naked in a strange house came fleetingly to his mind as he padded his way into Mr. Wey’s bathroom but the young man choose to ignore it.  After all he had been naked at Mr Fraido’s deli and at the school why should this make him nervous? And all he was there to do was take a shower not… as he put it “You know.”

Back out in the hall Mr. Wey stepped out of his exorcize room in just his boxers a bit damp and once again grumpy. He had forgotten that the hot water was broken in the other shower which led to a very nasty, cold surprise when he stepped under the spray. “Guess I have to wait till the kid was finishes.” He mumbled to himself. 

Peering over to his door the large man saw that Pj had done as told and placed his dirty clothes outside ready for cleaning. “Well, at least I can get these clean while I wait.” He went over and leaned down to pick up the dirty pile of clothing but stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed Pj’s bright white underwear on the top. The sight of the sinful looking undies made a small heat to rise in his large stomach. But as soon as that nice warmth rose Mr. Wey pushed it down. “Strength man, strength.” he said quietly picking up the pile and going off to wash them.

After a good ten minute shower a wet and clean Pj stepped out into Mr. Wey’s bedroom a fluffy yellow towel around his waist. “Well I fell a lot better.” He said as he strolled across the large room. “But… what am I suppose to do now?” he looked over to the door. Pj knew the Mr. Wey couldn’t have finished his clothes yet so all there was left to do was wait until then. 

Sighing at his predicament Pj sat down on Mr. Wey’s comfortable king-sized bed a slight blush creeping across his face again. Despite the “Innocence” of this entire satiation there was a part of him that was becoming strangely excited by the thought of being there naked and in just a towel. All sorts of dirty scenarios filled his head as he sat there most of them involving a certain naked hippo. “Guess my dad’s right.” Pj sighed. “I am a slut.”

Wanting to try and draw his attention away from his own libido Pj began to let his eyes wander around the room. Mr. Wey wasn’t really one for decorating it seemed most of what was in the room was mismatched or really old nothing much to look at in his opinion. There were a few pictures over on the nightstand all of which were of the hippo which did catch his eye though. And a bit of curiosity getting the better of him Pj leaned over and examined them. 

They were all of Mr. Wey at various points during his life. One of him as a child with what Pj assumed were his parents, one of him around Pj’s age. He was a bit surprised to see that the older man was quite good looking during that stage of his life. The young man could see himself doing all sorts of things with him at that age. 

“Mind off of sex.” Pj reminded himself shaking the dirty thoughts off. “Mind off sex!”

Looking to the next few pictures Pj observed the man getting older and grumpier looking until his eyes landed on a recent photo of Mr. Wey in his gardening clothes holding up a large trophy. Scooting even closer Pj tried to see what the prize was for but being the clumsy person he was all he ended up dong was stubbing his toe on the bottom of the nightstand. In howling pain Pj grabbed his wounded foot rubbing the soreness away. But as he sat there nursing his injury the sudden sound of buzzing reached his pointed ears. 

“What that?” Pj looked around the room trying to see where the strange noise was coming from. He soon found out that it‘s source was the nightstand he had just bumped into. Or more specificity the third drawer of the nightstand. Pj starred at the shut drawer wandering what on earth was was buzzing at him.

Mr. Wey words from earlier rang in his mind. “Just so we are perfectly clear. I want you to keep your hands out of my drawer’s boy.”

But what if Pj had broken something when he hit the nightstand. Surely the hippo would be mad at him if he did. He had to at least make sure and turn whatever was making the noise off. Slowly Pj reached out and slowly pulled the drawer out. What he saw made him gasp and nearly fall off of the bed. Sitting inside of the nightstand vibrating across the small space was a bright, neon pink dildo with the words assbuster written across the flank. 

“What the heck did I just find?” Pj said with a bit of awe. Trying to see if he was really seeing the sex toy Pj picked the object up and turned it around in his hands. Yes it was a dildo. The same brand that his father had used on him and moose many, many times. ‘But why on earth would Mr. Wey have this?’ Pj thought. The only reason a man would have one of these toys in Pj’s mind was… “Could… could Mr. Wey be-”

“-HEY BOY YOU DONE IN THERE YET!?” Mr. Wey shouted from behind the bedroom door. Startled by the sudden sound of his neighbor’s voice Pj yelped dropping his discovery. The vibrating toy hit the bedroom floor with a soft thud before rolling under the older mans bed. “D’CAHT?”

“Crud, crud, crud!“ Pj began panicking he couldn’t let Mr. Wey find out what he saw. Quickly getting onto his knees the younger man desperately began searching under the Hippo’s bed. But no matter how hard he tried the stupid dildo didn’t want to e found it seemed. Getting down onto his knees and 

Meanwhile while Pj frantically searched Mr. Wey stood outside of his bedroom a confused look on his face. “What the hell is that boy doing?” He wondered. He had heard the young man cursing and the sound of things shuffling. Deciding that since it was his house he had a right to know what was going on the hippo pushed open his door and was met with a strange sight. 

There on the floor next to his bed was his guest his towel covered backside high in the air as he groped under the bed for something. For a few seconds the older man only stood there and stared the entrancing imaging of the boy’s bottom moving from side to side. But then he realized what was going on. The little brat was ransacking through his belongings.

Pj still oblivious to his audience continued to search for what he had lost. Finally after what felt like forever he found the dammed dildo and triumphantly grabbed it. His victory was short lived though as soon as he got his hand on the toy a heavy hand got a hold of him spinning him around onto his backside. Fearfully Pj looked up to whoever had attacked him horrified to see Mr. Wey standing before him.

 The large man bent down and looked the frightened boy in the eyes. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing boy!” the big man asked l.

“I…I…I…I was-” Pj began.

Mr. Wey didn‘t want to hear any excuses. “-You was snooping is what you were son!” He finished standing up strait. “I should have known it would be a mistake to let one of you fucking D’caht’s into my home.” 

“I wasn’t snooping sir honest.” Pj said pleadingly. “I would never-” whatever he was going to say was interrupted when the assbuster rolled out from under the bed and came to rest between the pair of men. 

Mr. Wey gaped at the vibrating item for a few moments horrified before he quickly reached down and snatched it up. “You…You looked in my third drawer!?” he asked his face becoming red. 

Pj stared down at his lap ashamed that he had been caught. “Yeah I did sir but I wasn‘t snooping honest. It, it turned on by itself and I was just trying to turn it back off.” 

The large man wagged the bright pink dildo at Pj’s face. “Like hell kid.” Mr. Wey huffed. “I bet this is why you came over isn’t it? To get some dirt to keep me quiet.”

“That’s not true sir.” Pj said firmly. “I…I would never tell anyone about what I saw. Especially my dad.” 

Mr. Wey remained unmoved and put his arms over his chest glaring down at the boy. “Like I’m going to believe that boy.”

Pj pursed his lips everything had been going so nice he was pleasing the Hippo and admittedly having a bit of fun in doing so, but now it was all ruined. He had to convince the other man he wouldn’t say anything. “Sir… I won’t tell anyone I promise. You see I sort of have the same secret, I ‘m gay myself. I even have the same toy over my house.”

Mr Wey blinked a few times before responded to that. “Your what?”

“Gay sir. And truth be told I use my own a… ass-” why did it have to be called that. “-ass-buster a lot actually.” Pj began scratching the back of is head his face becoming more and more red with each word. 

Mr. Wey could feel himself becoming aroused. What the boy had just told him if true was really, really arousing. “You…You like to play with yourself?”

“Yes sir I do.” Pj admitted. “Among other things.”

Mr. Wey scratched his muzzle. Was the boy telling him the truth or was he just lying so he could get out of this? He had to be absolutely sure. At least that was what he told himself when he said. “Prove it.”

Pj looked up at the other man with wide eyes. “You want me to-“

“Prove to me you’re gay. Show me kid.” Mr. Wey clarified. “Show me that you can suck cock like any good queer can.” he demanded. The large man stepped up to the sitting boy. His crotch brushing up against his nose.

Pj gulped audibly and looked cross-eyed at the bulge in Mr. Wey’s shorts. He could have sworn that it was bigger then he remembered. The young man knew he was backed into a corner. If he refused to do this and left now Mr. Wey would surely kick him out of his house then make good on his threats to have them thrown out of the neighborhood. But it felt so dirty to do that in front of him even after all he had done. After agonizing about what he should for several minutes Pj shuddered and slowly nodded. “Fine sir… I’ll do it.”

“You will?” Mr. Wey asked, “I, I mean of course you will your gay after all.” The older man hadn’t expected the kid to actually agree to that but now that he did… it was tempting. But as tempting as it was he had to keep himself on track the kid was only saying this to worm his way out of the situation. One look at his dick and the boy would confess the truth and they both cold move one. “Alright then son.-” The hippo unceremoniously pushed his shorts down past his hip the lose fitting clothing falling to the floor and revealing his plump shaft and heavy balls to his captive. “Here I am.”

“Whoa.” Pj said breathlessly. Mr. Wey’s cock though large wasn’t what made him stop and stare no what made him hitch his breath was what was under the shaft. The older man had to have the largest pair of balls he had ever seen. As he gazed at the two globes Pj could already feel his mouth beginning to water just from the thought of touching and worshiping that organ. Without thinking the younger boy raised his hand and cupped them rolling them gently in his palm. 

Mr. Wey couldn‘t help the sharp intake of breath that spilled from his mouth as he felt the boys curious hands grope him. The kid was really doing it and by fuck did it feel good, so good. “Dam D’caht I… I guess- fuck right there kid- I guess you are gay.”

“I, I told you I am sir.” Pj said quietly absorbed in his play. The boy eagerly watched at the hippo’s plump shaft lifted its head growing harder and harder raising its almost purple hued head meeting his hungry gaze. Finally Pj could hold off any longer and lunged forward that delightfully stiff cock sliding into his mouth with a wet slurp and a hum of pure joy emanating from his body.

The man above him was in a similar state of euphoria when he felt himself being surrounded by the boy’s mouth. Wey hadn’t had a blowjob in several years. It was too hard to get someone to do it when you were as old and big as he was. “Fuck boy that’s it, suck baby.” he huffed out as he was nursed on. The larger man leaned forward over Pj both his hands resting on top of his bed clutching desperately t his bed sheets as he gyrated his hips rapidly letting his neglected dick face fuck the man under him.

After pounding away for several minutes Mr. Wey began to feel his balls boiling. If he kept this up this would be over to soon and he was almost happy enough to do just that. But after a second thought why should it end so soon. D’caht had said that he had don “Other things” before ‘wonder what those things were” The hippo thought as he pulled away from Pj’s sucking mouth. Staring down at the boy he said “Hey kid hold up a second will you. I want to ask you something.” 

Pj pouted a little he had been enjoying giving the other man his blowjob. “Did I do something wrong sir?” he asked.

“Fuck no boy.” He grinned. “You’re the best head I’ve had in a long time. But…”

“What sir?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to do a little more then suck on me.”

Pj instantly grew hard at the meaning behind the hippo’s words. “If… if you want to sir I, I’d really like that.”

Mr. Wey patted the smaller man. “The get up on the bed son.” 

“Alright sir, Mr. Wey.”

‘This had to be a dream.’ The older man thought as he watched the boy before him get to his feet and climb onto the bed. ‘that or I‘ve died and gone to heaven.” as Pj scooted into position on top of the bed Mr. Wey reached out and pulled the fluffy towel from the younger man’s body revealing his naked form to his hungry eyes. Those soft curves, that chunky bottom, and that innocent startled look on that cute face. All of these things made the hippo’s cock harden and weep pre. “You got a nice body there D’caht.” Wey remarked climbing onto the bed with Pj. “It‘s going to be a real treat doing things to it.”

Pj sat on his hunches and looked down suddenly shy. “Y, you really think so sir?” Pj asked

Mr. Wey nodded. “Call me Gary kid. Best you know my name before we start having sex.” the large man flopped down in the center of the bed and patted his stomach. “Now enough of this talk get on top of me and suck my dick a bit more. Have to get it nice and slick so it can go up that cute bottom of yours.”

Pj nodded and after a bit of awkwardness managed to climb on top of the older man facing downwards so that the large gray cock was pointed right at his face. “Like this Mr… Gary?”

Mr. Wey didn’t care to answer he loved the view the sixty nine gave him. The pudgy boy’s deliciously plump backside was right in front of his face ripe for the teasing and tasting. His growing lust getting the better of him Gary happily pried apart those full butt cheeks immediately dragging his large tongue up and down that musky narrow valley as it was revealed to him. The flavor of the younger man hit Gary’s taste buds in waves making him drool uncontrollably as he enjoyed Pj’s ass. 

When he had felt that incredibly thick tongue working its way between his furred cheeks Pj had let out an unmanly squeak as his pudgy body was assaulted. And after several good licks when Mr. Wey began drilling his tongue into his hole Pj found himself moaning like a bitch in heat as he grinded his dick into the larger mans hairy chest. But eventually through his lust filled haze Pj remembered the job he had been given he had to get Mr. Wey ready to fuck him. So reining in his passion he lowered his head and lapped at Gary’s cock using as much salvia so they could proceed.

The pair continued duties for what seemed like hours Gary eating out the man above him while Pj sucked on the cock below him. Their twin moans and grunts filling the room alongside the sounds of obscene wet smacks and slurps. For Gary this really was a dream come true, to have such a young lover in his bed so eagerly pleasuring him getting him ready so he could be fucked by his proud member. He had never been so lucky in his whole fifty seven years. No all he had to do was make sure he could hold out against this young buck. 

After drilling his tongue into Pj’s loosened hole one last time Mr. Wey felt it was time for the real event. So after giving Pj a few playful smacks on the bottom he laughed saying. “Alright D’caht your ready for lil‘ Gary.”

Pj stopped sucking on the hippo‘s cock and looked over his shoulder. “Are you sure sir.” he turned back to what he had just had in his mouth. “Your penis is sort of… wide”

Mr. Wey merely gave the nervous young man a smug grin. “It’ll fit boy and you’ll be howling on for hours.”  

Pj sighed seeing the lecherous smile. It was the same look he had seen on his fathers face time and time again. And it meant that weather he was ready or not it was going to happen. “Ok then. Do you want me on my back or should I get on all-”

“’Nah-uh kid I want you to ride me.” Gary interrupted. “I want to feel you on top of me while I ream out that chunky little ass of yours.” 

Pj gave the large man another worried look he had never been “On top” like that before. Though now that it was brought up he sort of wanted to see how it would feel. “Alright sir. If that‘s how you want me.” He said getting to his feet on the shaky bed and turning to face Mr Wey. 

Mr. Wey peered up to the boy above him all naked and sweating then down to his now rock hard shaft. “Trust me kid this is what I want.” he said reaching down and aiming his dick strait up.  “No come on and sit on it. I’m almost sure it won’t split you in two, heh-heh.”

Pj chuckled nervously at the small joke and began squatting down his body slowly inching closer and closer to the rigid cock about to enter him. But just as the bloated tip touched his anus he halted and took a deep breath. “You’ll be careful right sir.” he asked.

Mr. Wey gave the boy an annoyed look. This stalling was killing him. “Boy… didn’t you say you’d do everything I told you today?” 

Pj sighed. Why did his words always come back to bite him in the ass. Or in this case to bust his ass. “Yeah sir I did say that.”

The other man growled angrily. “Then… SIT DOWN NOW!”

Mr. Wey’s forceful demand startled the Pj causing him to instantly obey the older man. Dropping down as hard as he could Gary’s gray pillar of flesh sliding right into him with little resistance “Fuuuuck…” Pj cried out as a wave of pain raced through his hefty form. By hell did that hurt but somehow it only made him hornier. The pain mixed with the intense pleasure of being filled by yet another man.

Mr. Wey closed his eyes letting the sensation of warm tightness wash over his enflamed cock as the boy settled on top of him. This was nirvana pure nirvana the boy was so very tight and the way he was panting and squirming was making his head spin. “Dam baby that is so, nice.” Gary commented his tongue lolling to the side. “See I told you, you‘d enjoy it” He bucked his hips slowly. “Now… S…start moving. Ride me brat.”

Pj through his joy managed a quiet. “Yes sir.“ before he began rocking his hips back and forth fucking himself slowly on Mr. Wey. This was a totally new feeling for Pj and he was loving it. The feeling of the hippo’s thick cock working it’s way in and out of his bottom as he ground himself on it, the sensation of his own dick flopping as he moved, it…it was just amazing. 

But things got even more exhilarating when Mr. Wey’s large hand wrapped itself around Pj’s dripping dick stroking the shorter man in rhythm with their gyrations. It was then that Pj lost control and groped his own chest pinching his nipples and moaning like a shameless whore. “Oh god Mr. Wey!” he keened.”

Gary laughed as he watched the boy really get into their fucking. “That’s it kid enjoy my nice hard dick.  Scream for me boy, scream.” Taking control Mr. Wey released Pj’s member and grabbed the boy by the hips with both hands forcing him up and down on his cock. Enticing even more moans and grunts from his helpless victim. The boy would be sore for awhile he assumed. He bet the boy had never had a fucking like this before.

Pj was beside himself as he fondled himself and passively sat there his body being violated again and again loving every second of it. He could feel himself drawing ever closer to his orgasm. Just a few more well aimed thrusts from the hippo under him and it would be over. “Please harder sir, please!” Pj begged.

“Sure thing D’caht! I’d love to!” Mr. Wey lurched up hugging Pj close to his chest and increasing his tempo pounding up into the boy with amazing force for a man his age. One thrust: Gary could feel his balls began to tingle. Two thrusts: He began calling out Pj’s name and finally Three thrusts: He came hard the boy not to far behind him. Both of them squirting their seed the older man breeding the boy while Pj messed up their stomachs.

Tired from their actions Mr. Wey fell backwards his head coming to rest on his pillow bubbly laughter erupting from his large mouth as soon as he made contact with the soft surface. Pj just as tired rested his head on the hippo’s chest joining the big man in his laughter. “Hell, son you… you were amazing.”

“Thank you Mr. Wey.” Pj panted. “So were you.”

“Don’t flatter an old buzzard like me boy.” Gary patted Pj on the head. “But thanks. You more then made up for what happened yesterday.”

Pj raised his head to look the other man in the eyes. “That’s not why just did just did that sir. I wanted to have sex with you.” the hippo gave him an unconvinced look. “Really sir I… I sort of was checking you out earlier.” Pj admitted.

Well I’ll be.” Mr Wey rubbed the pudgy boys back his hand coming to rest on his backside. “So you like older men?”

“You bet sir I’ve slept with more then enough of them.”

“Really now.” Gary scratched his muzzle. “So then maybe you’d like to do this again sometime.”

Pj smiled down at the other man and opened his mouth to respond but his answer was interrupted when the phone next to the bed began ringing. “Never fails.” Mr Wey sighed.”

Pj rolled off on the older man as the middle-aged man reached over and picked up the receiver. “Wey residence how can I help you?” gay asked.

“You can help me by telling my son that he sure puts on one hell of a show.” Pete voice came over the phone.

Mr. Wey narrowed his eyes. Why did this stupid fucker have to ruin his afterglow? “What the hell are you going on about!?” Mr. Wey asked.

“Look over to your window two-tons.” Pete requested in an amused voice.

Mr. Wey glared at the receiver for a few moments not knowing what sort of game his annoying neighbor was playing at but finally he shrugged his shoulders and drew his attention over to his window. What he saw when he did made his mouth hang open and his eyes bulge out. Looking in at them in their post coital bliss from his own upstairs window was Pete D’caht a shit eating grin on his face and his pants down around his ankles. 

“PEEK-A-BOO!” Pete laughed over the phone as Mr. Wey screamed in horror the sound reverberating across the entire neighborhood.
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Ten minutes later a fully clothed Pj and Gary Wey sat at the D’caht’s kitchen table both men nervously staring a Pete as he smiled knowingly at them. “So… Wey you gonna tell me why ’m boy was up in your room bare assed?” The smug man asked.

Mr. Wey looked down at the tabletop at his hands a little ashamed at what he had done. At fifty seven he should have had more control. Even if Pj was a hot little number in his opinion. He had to find a way out of this. “Listen D’caht this… this isn’t what it looks like.” He began carefully. “I was… just showing the boy some… … … yoga moves, yes yoga moves.” 

Pete leaned back and polished his knuckles on his barrel chest. “That’s funny cause iffin I didn’t know better I’d say you wur fuck-I-natin’ the hell outta my barely legal son there.”

Mr. Wey cringed his faulty lie dashed to bits. Luckily Pj tried to come to his rescue. “Come on dad…“ Pete glared harshly at his son. “...I mean sir.” Pj corrected. “He didn’t do anything wrong and like you said, I’m eighteen. So it wasn’t illegal.” 

Gary smiled at the boy, he was a bright one. “Yeah D’caht he’s right. There ain’t no shame in what I did.”

“Didn’t say there wuz lard ass.” Pete remarked. “But this ain’t about what I think. It’s what all them folks living in this quaint burb will think. I wonder if ol lady Hubbard will like the idea offa pervo livin’ next ta her.”

Wey growled low in his throat. The fucker had him by the balls. He had a certain standing in the community and his sexual proclivities being broadcasted would ruin him. “What do you want D‘caht.” he said through gritted teeth.

Pete leaned forward slamming both his hands on the table making both Mr. Wey and Pj jump in their seats. “What I want.” Pete began. “Is fer you to stop all yer gripein’ and whining’ every time I do something you don’t like.”

“Fine.” Mr. Wey sighed. He could live with that. “Are we done here then?”

“Naw we ain’t done.” Pete informed the larger man. “Now that I got ya ta stop ridin’ my ass I want ya ta do one more thing.”

And what’s that.” Gary asked a little afraid.

“I want ya ta start riding’ his ass.” Pete pointed over to his son. The boy giving his father an intensely scared look.

“What did you say D’caht?”

“You heard me.” Pete laughed. “I want ya ta keep fuckin’ my boy there. Get’s me real hot ta know he’s been used by other men.”

“That has to be the sickest thing I’ve ever heard D’caht.” Gary said in disgust.

“Now, Now don’t you start getting so high and mighty Fatso.” Pete huffed. “We’re both pervs here after all. Besides a fuck is a fuck and this slut here is one hell of a fuck. Am I right?”

Wey hated to admit it but the man was right Pj had been the best lay he had ever had. “I guess your right.” he said begrudgingly.

“You bet you fat ass I’m right.” Pete laughed. “Plus he loves it half the town has had his ass. So why not add you to the mix?” He stood up and placed a hand on the hippo’s shoulder. “Bet your getting hard just thinking about fucking him again.” he whispered into Gary’s ear. 

Mr. Wey began to feel hot under the collar. The fatso was right he did want to fuck the boy again. Even if Pete was watching. In fact that was part of why he was aroused. “You sure he likes to do this?”

“Tell the man Pj.” Pete commanded his son.

Pj looked down to his lap and sighed his ass was already starting to itch a little wanting to be filled again. “I love it sir… I…I really do.”

“Happy now Wey.” Pete grinned. “Now how about you just shut that fat mouth of yours and start to the fucking fer my entertainment. Hell iffin you do a good enough job I might even join you.”

Gary frowned at that he didn’t need to see the older D’caht naked. “Why would you do that?”

“Cause I’m getting sloppy seconds asshole.” Pete huffed. “And maybe sloppy fourths. He, he bet I can fuck twice as long as you can limp dick.” he goaded.

Gary was quick to pick up to the challenge. “You betting money on that lardass?” He asked.

“You bet. First one to say uncle loses fifty bucks!” Pete said just before he began removing his shirt.

(How do I keep getting into these messes?)

To be continued….

Next time Pj goes on his trip with Moose and ends up having a very interesting time in their hotel room.