Mid-July…

Summertime had always been the hottest time of year in the small west coast town of Spoonerville. As the sweltering summer sun rose high into the sky, its bright luminous rays beating down mercilessly on the humble berg, the varied populace did everything within their power to escape its near endless onslaught. For some this meant spending the day poolside, the smell of chlorine and suntan lotion comforting them as they lounged around the water.  

Of course there were other Spoonervillites who choose to spend their free time comfortably within reach of their fans and air conditioners within their homes. The gentle chill along with mind numbing summer TV programming letting them happily "veg" out on their couches and recliners.

Still there were some who simple decided to leave town until the heat let up at the season's end. Many a road leading out of Spoonerville filled to the brim with all sorts of cars, trucks, recreational vehicles, and buses that were stuck in an seemingly never ending gridlock that angered their drivers so much that their road induced cursing rose high above the sounds of their own honking horns.

For one of these numerous people however, a young dark furred feline who went by the name of Pj D'caht, getting out of the summer heat wasn't even a concern for him anymore. After all, how could one worry about such a silly thing as sweating away to nothing when there were chores to get done around the house.

Slowly ascending the stairs within his family’s small suburban home the slightly sweaty and tired looking Pj carefully lugged his trusty vacuum cleaner up the last of the steps and rolled it down the hallway towards his room intent on cleaning it. The last chore he had scheduled for the afternoon.

Like nearly every day that summer, it had been a quiet, uneventfully morning slash afternoon. Boredom setting in as the noon bell rang and the creeping loneliness of being all alone in the quiet house starting to get to him. Today certainly had been a bit of a bummer. Of course, that's not to say it had started that way when he had been woken up at five o'clock that morning.

There Pj had been, sound asleep and dreaming about being Wonderskunk's new spunky sidekick when he was suddenly snapped back into consciousness by a warm mouth sucking on his manhood. A sensation that caused the young man to instantly let out a surprised yelp as he threw back the covers, the culprit of the sudden fellatio revealed to be his grinning boyfriend Moose Clancy, who proceeded to finish without pause what he would later call a "Complementary morning blow job". One of which quickly evolved into a sexual encounter where the gorilla hastily fucked the mewling feline over the side of the bed until they both came and made the mess that Pj would have to clean up later.

From there things had only gotten more complicated. The next hassle coming in the form of Pj's dad who ambushed Pj and Moose when they had gone for a shared shower. Pete quickly convincing the two boys that it would be fun having a threesome in the shower where he would then proceed to pound both their damp furry bottoms once they had agreed to his proposition.

After that things had shifted into full gear, Pete insisting that they hurry up and get down to the car lot. But, only after he had made them all breakfast at first. Everyone quickly eating once that task was done Pj had ended the morning standing in the front door as he waved his boyfriend and father goodbye, wishing them a pleasant day of scamming poor people out of their hard earned money with their "antique" automobiles. Their absence leading to his current problem with nothing to do.

All in all, Pj guessed that he really didn't have a reason to complain. When Moose, his dad, and even sometimes Bubba were around they spent nearly all their time with him. Talking with him about their days, watching TV together with him sometimes, and as always, doing all sorts of dirty things in the bedroom to him. 

Still, it was times like that afternoon where they weren’t around that Pj wished he had something, anything to do besides cleaning. Heck, he'd even go as far as doing math homework again if it meant he'd be entertained. It was with this thought bouncing around his head that the distracted Pj slowly walked into his room, cleaner in hand and brows furrowed as he tried his darndest to figure out a solution to his boredom. 

"Come on there's got to be something..." The pudgy boy quietly mused. "I mean… this is supposed to be my summer break after all. And summer's about all out fun, right?"

Eyes going around his room in search for an acceptable activity Pj considered his game console sitting before his TV. Maybe he could play that new game he had gotten the other week. However, as soon as that came to mind he just as quickly dismissed it. It was a fighting game and there wasn't much fun to be had fighting against a dimwitted AI instead of a second player.

Next Pj spotted his latest issue of "The Amazing, Spectacular, and All Around Decent Wonderskunk™". The reviews said it was just as good as the last one. What with the secret of Wonderskunk's long lost step-father finally solved within its pages. But once again Pj decided against the activity. There would be plenty of time to catch up on the story later once they had completely finished the story arc.

Dejected after he failed to find anything of interest Pj sighed deeply and flopped down onto his bed, a frown on his usually cheerful face as he laid there. 'How can there be nothing to do  !' He lamented as he turned his head to the side and glanced over at the window. 'I mean, last year before all the sex stuff and friends I made I did plenty of stuff.'

Idly looking around as he continued bemoaning his lot in life Pj suddenly caught sight of something that instantly lightened his mood. There on his desk was the very same journal that he had been writing in a month or so ago. The small dark red book marked "Diary" causing various memories of wonderful stories and experiences to resurface in his mind.  

Pj could still remember how sore his wrists had been the morning after he had spent the night writing in it. Something that had amused the other members of his household to no end. The funny thing too was that all the stuff he had written hadn't even been the whole story. Some things left unsaid and some wonderful days forgotten in his late night, well fucked daze.

It was with that stray thought that Pj suddenly realized what he could do for the rest of the afternoon. Sliding off of the bed and onto his feet the chubby young man laughed lightly to himself and waddled his way across the room, taking a seat at his desk so he could look down at his diary with a gleam in his eyes.

"Writing in you is the perfect way to spend the rest of today." Pj announced as he picked up a nearby pencil and opened the book. "Just have to remember to take breaks in-between this time. Don't need dad making anymore dirty jokes as to why I sprained my wrist."

Sticking out his tongue in deep thought Pj quickly placed the tip of his pencil against the first blank page he came to and feverishly began to write again, his thoughts and memories decorating the pages as the room around him seemed to melt away with each word.

(Hello again Mr. Diary, hope you're not too mad at me for not writing in you for a whole month. But as you know by now, I tend to get distracted because of all the stuff that happens to me. This summer especially. Most of the time I do get a little bored since I'm alone in the house doing chores but there have been a few memorable experiences. I've gone down to the deli and helped Mr. Fraido, even met his dad who was visiting once. Then there's that really big birthday party my dad threw for me. An event which I still say was way too extravagant for just little old me.

But along with those things I've also been preparing for when I go to college in the fall. You know stuff like buying supplies, trying to figure out what classes I want to take, and the most important thing making sure I have a way to and from campus. Thankfully with Bubba, Moose, and Mr. Fraido that's been figured out. You know, it may be a lot of work but I'm really looking forward to attending Calisota State. By the time I finish I'll have my small business degree and some really cool new cooking skills. Both of which will help me when it comes time to start up my own place or take over for Benny if he does retire like he said. Plus, who knows… maybe I'll even make some new friends when I go. Guess only time will tell when all is said and done.

But… let's forget about all that for now, okay? The real reason why I'm here writing in you again is because I think it's high time that I add some of the stuff I forgot to tell you about the last time we talked. Only problem is that I don't really know where I should start. Humm… … … ooh, ooh, I know! How about I tell you about how we got that really cool cabin we stayed in during our spring break road trip. You know, the one we rented on Whistler's Lake? Heh, I can tell you one thing. I really did work my little butt off to get that amazing place. But, I think I'm getting a little ahead of my self here? How I really should be starting the story is by telling you how we decided to stay in a cabin instead of the RV in the first place. Let's see, I think the whole thing began when we stopped at this little gas station on the side of the road. Bubba and my dad were going to fill up the truck while it was my responsibility to get us something to snack on when we went back onto the road. After I finished what I was suppose to do I walked out of the station and saw my dad… … … and then Bubba… … well I can tell you that… … …)

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A few months ago, Early April...

Smiling happily to himself as he ambled his way out of the gas station he had been in, Pj made sure he had a firm grip on the various snack food bags piled in his arm while lowering his head just enough to take another quick sip from the slush drink he had just gotten.

Gingerly using the straw he hummed appreciatively as he tasted it, the raspberry pineapple flavor--one the Spoonerville branches of the gas station never carried--being his favorite out of all of them. What was better was that he had essentially gotten the tasty treat cheaper than usual. The stout twenty something toad manning the register in the store having given him an extra, extra large for the price of a small. Of course, said man had only done so because of what Pj had done for him when he had accidentally walked in on him in the bathroom. Something which even now left Pj with pleasant blush in his cheeks as he slowly made his way across the parking lot.

Shaking away the dirty thoughts running through his mind as he neared the RV he had been cooped up inside Pj peered up ahead and over to his father who was currently putting gas into the large unsightly vehicle. Seeing him he immediately slowed a little as he took in the way the older cat was glaring fixedly at something on the other side of the fill-up area.

Instantly becoming curious as to what was causing such a nasty look expression Pj followed Pete’s gaze, his own eyes settling on the third member of their vacationing group one Bubba Molyneux. It seemed that while Pj had been inside of the stations convenience store the gator had taken it upon himself to assist three buxom young women by looking at something under the hood of their convertible. From the way the trio were all batting their eyes at the large, muscular mechanic and giggling as he looked over his shoulder to talk to them they all seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Vision quickly shifting back and forth between the women and his father Pj instantly understood why the older man was so angry and groaned. 'Not again!' He complained. '  I better hurry and put an end to this before he does something horrible again.'

Racing the rest of the way over to where his dad was, Pj quickly and strategically stepped between the perturbed man and where Bubba and his new friends were standing. “Hey dad!" He greeted as chipperily as he could. Jostling the armful of snacks he was holding Pj nodded to a specific one. "Look what I found! They had those triple chocolate horn dogs you like so much. You know the ones with the white cream filling."

Not moving his eyes off of his mechanic Pete reached over and snatched the cake Pj had pointed out, quickly ripping it open and stuffing it into his mouth afterwards with only the crinkle of the paper sounding in the air. "Look at'um, big ol' slut's flirtin' around when I'm over here doin' all da damn work!" Pete grumbled while tossing the crumpled wrapper to the ground. "Who da hell does he think he is?"

'Geeze he's really mad this time, isn't he?' Pj thought as he stood there uncomfortably. Out loud the pudgy boy tried to draw Pete's attention away from Bubba a second time. This one slightly craftier. "Hey dad, what was the name of that TV show you liked?" He asked. "You know, the one with the actor you said had a really nice butt? I bet if we go online we can find some dirty pictures of him. You'd like that right?"

Finally tearing his eyes away from the thing that was pissing him off Pete turned to his son and regarded him with an air of annoyance. "Wut da hell are you goin' on about boy?" He asked rudely as he reached out and took another snack cake. "Can't ya seem I'm tryin' ta glower over here!?"

"Sorry if I'm bothering you sir." Pj said staring down at the packages he was carrying. "I'm just… excited that we're almost to Bubba's secret fishing spot. I can't wait to… … … go fishing."

"Yeah, yeah, sure ya are." Pete said absently.

Eyes going back to what he had been glaring at before Pj's interruptions the heavyset cat put the gas nozzle back onto its hook by the tank and growled under his breath. Bubba had finished with whatever it was he was doing and had taken one of the girls to the side to silently talk to her, their conversation obviously very friendly from the way he smiled and took her hand to kiss.

"Can ya fuckin' believe that damn scaly bastard over there?" Pete grumped a she motioned over to the alligator. "Only udder people I ever seen flirtin' like dat took payment fer an hours company."

Sighing when he came to the realization that his dad wasn't going to drop what Bubba was doing Pj gave the older man an awkward shrug. "Come on dad, it's not like this is the first time he's done something like this." He pointed out. "There's no reason for you to be jealous."

"I ain't jealous I'm pissed boy!" Pete snapped. Wiping his hands off with a handkerchief he kept in his pocket the middle-aged man sneered. "Thinkin' I'm jealous like some big ol queer pinin' after his boyfriend. Jus don't like da way he goes flirtin' every time we break fer gas."

Though not quite sure why his dad said something like that Pj spoke up again trying to make him understand why he shouldn't be angry with their friend. "Dad, Bubba can flirt with anyone he wants." He reminded him. "He is a single man after all."

A thoughtful look seemed to cross over Pete's face for a moment before he quickly covered it up with a snort. "All dat shit might be true but it don't mean he has ta do it every damn time." He continued to grump. "'Sides why go lookin' fer ass when we got yer nice plump one right in da RV ta fuck-a-fy."

Face heating up Pj quickly looked around hoping to heaven that no one had heard him. Luckily that was the case, but it still didn't make the boy feel any less embarrassed. "Please don't say stuff like that in public, sir. You know we gotta keep that a secret."

"Says da boy who fucked around wit bikers in da bushes yes-te-day." Pete smirked. "Certainly didn't care when they had yer ass bouncing on their grease covered cocks."

Giving his son a playful, yet slightly mean spirited shove Pete walked past the still blushing boy and held his hand up to his mouth, shouting as loud as he could across the way to Bubba, loud bellowing voice instantly getting the gator's attention as well as anyone within a three mile radius.

"Hey, Cassie-nova iffin yer done over there how's 'bout you get yer ass in gear and get in da RV!" Pete hollered at the top of his lungs. "We gotta be hitin' da road 'member?"

Looking over his shoulder to Pete, Bubba quickly gave him a wave and then turned back to the three women he had been helping. "Looks like I gotta make tracks ladies." He said in his smooth Cajun accent. "Now, you all best remember what Bubba told ya about changing your oil every three-thousand miles. Wouldn't want to be left stranded on the side of the highway without any "lubrication" now, would we?"

Leaving the trio of women to swoon over his mildly obscene double entendre, Bubba smirked and quickly strolled his way back over to Pj and Pete, a smug toothy grin on his green scaled face as he approached the cats with all the elegance of a true southern gentleman.

"You called for me boss man?" The mechanic asked once he was within earshot of his companions. "Least I think you did. Might have heard a car backfiring instead."

Narrowing his eyes Pete growled and folded his arms over his chest. "Naw it weren't no car backfirin'." He said crudely mocking the gator's accent. "Jus decided it was 'bout damn time you get yer worthless ass back over here. Yer da one who was 'spose ta filling da tank not me."

Bubba seemed more entertained than intimidated by the haughty tone in his friend's voice and instead winked at him. "My ass, worthless?" He asked as if shocked. "Oh, Petey we both know that's not what you were calling it da other night. You said it was da best ol derrière you ever done fucked as you busted your nut all over it."

"Keep makin' fun of me and I'm goin' ta bust sumthin' else over dat Brussels sprout colored ass 'o' yers snaggletooth." Pete countered with a mean sounding huff. "Now, iffin yer done wit yer comedy routine how's 'bout we get at travelin' again? We're wastin' daylight!"

"Guess you're right about that boss man." Bubba agreed. Looking over to Pj the gator gave him a quick smile and snatched up one of the snack items in the boy's arm. "You do the driving though." He said as he removed the cake from it's wrapper. "Suddenly got myself a craving for some ass."

Taking Pj by the back of his shirt before there could be any objections by either D'caht Bubba began dragging the younger man towards the entrance of the RV, Pete only following once they had disappeared inside with one last dirty look at the girls the gator had been talking to as he muttered something unkind under his breath as to why his friend had suddenly become so interested in having sex.

'Jus you wait till tonight suitcase.' He thought darkly as he climbed up the three steps and entered his vehicle. 'Yer not even gonna be able ta walk after I finish wit yer ass.'

With the three of them all on board the RV Bubba made short work of corralling the blushing and sputtering Pj into the back of the mobile home. "So, how jealous did your daddy get this time petite?" The older male murmured as he goosed Pj's butt with both hands. "Please tell me it was a lot. You know how hard he reams me out when he gets like that."

Depositing the armful of packages he had purchased inside of the gas station on a table Pj quickly looked over to his dad then back to Bubba. "Not sure if he was jealous exactly." He answered honestly. "But he was sorta grumpy when I walked up to him if that helps."

Shifting his vision over to Pete himself Bubba chuckled knowingly. "Oh that helps petite, that helps." he said. "Now, let's get back to spreading you out over that bed and pounding that cute bottom of yours till it's good and red."

Having watched the other two passengers on the RV out of the corner of his eyes Pete slipped his large bulk behind the wheel and quickly turned on the vehicle. The old Frankensteined engine giving a worrisome rumble before it started up and the middle-aged man pulled them out of the parking lot of the station.

Turning onto the main highway Pete felt his mood lighten as they got further and further away from the women that had pissed him off by speaking to his alligator cohort. He had brought Bubba on this damn trip so they could all spend some time drinking beer, fishing, and fucking around, not so he could ditch him and go flirting like some sort of dime store gigolo. If the gator wasn't a good lay Pete would have thrown his smarmy ass out of the RV then and there.

Speaking of which… shifting his eyes off of the road and up to the rear view mirror for a moment Pete felt an evil grin cross his gruff face. Bubba had finished with undressing both himself and Pj from the waist down and was currently working his thick fingers up the mewling and whimpering boy's slutty ass, the two of them facing away as they prepared for what they were about to do.

There was just something about looking at that nice green ass he say in the reflection that made Pete forget all about his previous anger towards it's owner. Sure, Bubba flirted too much, but in the end all that mattered was how Pete was going to fuck that rounded baby once night fell. Put the mechanic in his rightful place as the well trained bitch who knew who was the boss and make him never want to flirt with anyone else ever again!

"Careful you don't fuck-a-fy him to hard there Bubs!" Pete called out now in good humor. "We don't want that bed breakin' 'cause you can't control yerself!"

A grin appearing on his lips at the teasing Bubba lazily peered over his shoulder--not once stopping what he was doing to Pj--and chuckled at the other man. "Oh, you don't got to worry about that Boss Man." He assured back. "I'll be real careful when I fuck our boy into da mattress. Not that it matters since we won't be using it for much longer."

Confused at that last comment Pete frowned in the at the mirror. "Wut da hell you going on about snaggletooth?" He demanded to know. "You plannin' on sleepin' in da bushes or sumthin' when we get at where we're goin'?"

Withdrawing his hand from Pj's ass Bubba spat in his hands and used the viscous substance to slicken up his cock. "What I'm talking about you "Grand Beede" is how we're going to rent a hotel room once we get there." Bubba explained as he finished readying himself and position himself behind Pj and pressed his cock against his rear entrance. "Merde, I can't wait until we got ourselves a nice comfy bed to sleep in. No more having to take turns on this little old thing back here."

Good mood dipping at the mention of getting a hotel room Pete gave his friend a loud, rude snort. "No way in hell I'm spending' a single penny on some damn hotel room when we got ourselves a RV ta sleep in!" He declared. "Dat's why I went and fixed her up in da first place."

Hips coming to a halt just as he was about to penetrate the ass under him Bubba blinked a few times unsure he had heard what he had just heard. When Pete didn't follow up his previous statement with a laugh the gator's own mood doing a complete one-eighty as he pulled away from Pj with a growl.

Confused when Bubba’s body suddenly left his Pj rolled himself over and sat on the bed worriedly calling out to him. "Bubba, what's wrong!?" He asked. "I-I'm not complaining or anything, but weren't you going to--"

Stopping Pj's question with a raise of his hand Bubba gave the boy a quick look. "Hold that thought for a second Petit." He said curtly. When Pj's mouth snapped shut the gator quickly spun around and walked towards the front of the RV, large lube covered cock swinging back and forth as he did.

"Ooh boy." Pj sighed. "This isn't going to be pleasant."

Ignoring Pj's comment from behind him Bubba quickly went to close the remaining distance between him and his furry friend, the mechanic starting to speak as the other man watched his approach in the rearview mirror. "So let me see if I'm getting you straight here Petey" The half naked gator began. "You're expecting the three of us to bunk down in this here damn "Patrack" for the entire trip!? Because if that's what you got planned mister than I'm telling you right now there's no way in hell's bells that's happening."

Gazing up at Bubba as the large alligator leaned over the back of his seat Pete directed a dismissive huff in the reptile's direction. "Well, I hate ta break it to ya Bubs, but that's 'exactly wut we're gonna be doin'." He confirmed haughtily. "And iffin ya got a problem wit it you can just walk yer flirtin' ass all da way back home right now."  

Unlike before when they had fought in the gas station parking lot Bubba didn't seem to find any humor in Pete's words, an uncharacteristic frown forming on his lips as he fully entered the front cab to slid into the passenger's seat. "Now you listen to me Peter D'caht…" He began in a firm no-nonsense tone. "…We are going to get us a nice hotel room and if  you  don't like it then  I'm  going to bend  you  over my knee and beat that big old kiester of yours until it's glowing red!"

His eyebrows rising to the top of his head at the insolent words being used to speak to him Pete growled darkly and tightened his grip on the wheel as he drove. "You try it and yer gonna find yerself turned inta one of dem fancy purses my ex-wife liked ta buy!"

"Wanna bet." Bubba quipped back. "You know I'll do it too. Then I'll do other things to your ass till you see the light."

Having silently watched the entire exchange between the two men from his spot, naked in the back of the RV, Pj sighed and shook his head. Why did his dad and Bubba always have to be like this when they argued? A strange and slightly disturbing combination of honest anger and slight eroticism. Really, it was a flip of the coin whether or not this was going to end in further arguing or rough sex.  

But, as much as the chubby young man was intrigued to find out which it was going to be this time he realized that he had defuse the building situation before his dad accidentally drove them off a bridge or something.

Hopping onto his feet Pj quickly retrieved and slipped on his discarded underwear so he could hastily make a beeline for the two men sitting in the front of the vehicle. "Dad, Bubba please don't fight. We're on vacation." He implored as he came up behind them. "There's got to be some way for you two to compromise about this."

Sparing his son a quick glance Pete gave the boy a haughty look. "Oh, and jus wut would this com-pre-mise of yers be boy?" He asked slightly snidely. "Cause iffin it's wut I think it is then you can jus ferget it? No way I'm givin' in to dis asshole!”

"Well, I ain't giving in either!" Bubba announced with a sniff of his own. Turning in his seat the muscled man glared out of the windshield and began muttering to himself. "Stubborn ass of a man. Can't see reason. Not even when it's staring him right in his double chinned face. Big dumb "Saleau" really does need his ass beat."

"Wut da hell did you jus call me!" Pete growled when he heard an unfamiliar word. If there was one thing that annoyed him about Bubba and there was only one thing, it was his constant use of Podunk euphemisms. Made it fucking hard to figure out if he was being insulted or not.

"You heard me: You Mr. D'caht are nothing but a big. Old. And dumb. "Saleau"!" Bubba repeated slowly.

Though still unclear as to what a "Saleau" was Pete immediately decided to take offense and shook his fist menacingly. "That's it ya damn swamp dwellin' fuckwit!" He shouted. "I'm goin' ta pull over and deck ya right in yer grinnin' fang filled--"

Rolling his eyes Pj quickly got between the feuding pair and interrupted his father's colorful response to Bubba before he could finish. "--Dad, please stop! What Bubba actually makes a lot of sense." He said giving in his own ten cents. "We all can't just stay in this little place all week. Can't you just let it go this one time and let Bubba have his way? Pretty, pretty, please."

"Only way I'd ever "let it go" an agree at get a room somewhere is iffin we got a big fat discount or sumthin'." Pete said stubbornly sticking to his decision. "And I hate ta break it to ya brat but I don't see dat happening 'round these parts. My ina-flu-ance only goes so far."

Green eyes suddenly brightening when he heard the words "big fat discount" Bubba turned to the two other men, his usual toothy grin returning with a vengeance. "You said you're wanting a bargain boss man?" He asked jovially. "Well why didn't you say that in da first place?! Ol Bubba can get you a bargain so good you'll be smiling a mile wide!"

Both interested and suspicious Pete peered over to his excited mechanic, his frown lightening just a little as he said, "Go on…".

Pleased that Pete was at least listening, Bubba quickly began to explain what he had just thought up. "I just so happen to know of these two fellas named the Jobson’s who rent out fancy cabins for a living at my fishing spot." He started. "Both of'um are good friends of my family so I'm sure they'll be more than happy to give us one on the down low. Probably half off going by what they did for me the last time I rented one."

"Wow, really Bubba?!" Pj said becoming excited too. The idea of spending the rest of their vacation in a nice cabin instead of the dingy RV they were using sounded like heaven to him. "You're not just exaggerating are you? They're real nice, right?"

"When have you ever known me to exaggerate cher?" Bubba chuckled as he waggled his eyebrow ridges. "Nice and big with comfortable beds, wonderful views overlooking the lake, and hell, some of them even got fully stocked kitchens. You could make dinner every night for us."

Instantly turning to his dad when he heard all that Pj tugged at the older man's shirt sleeve. "Come on dad, now you got to say yes." He nearly begged. "It'll be perfect!"

Speaking up before Pete could shoot down Pj's hopes Bubba quickly spoke up again. "Petey, before you go saying no like I know you want to, just consider the offer." He said imploringly. "It'll be a helluva lot nicer for the three of us and we'll have the nice bed ta boot! Heh, a bed where we could do all sorts of things to your boy here."

Subtle color rising in his cheeks at Bubba's lurid temptation Pj gave the older man a whine. "Bubba… don't use me as a bargaining chip." He said pleadingly. True, he may have wanted the cabin the gator spoke up but he really didn't want him giving his dad any ideas.

A smirk on his face as he gazed over to the blushing young man Bubba chuckled, deeply amused and patted him on his bottom. "Just offering your daddy what he likes Petite." He said calmly. "Only way to get to some men, offering them a little sweet to sweeten da deal."

"Wut'er you bitchin' 'bout anyway boy." Pete added with a snort. "You wuz just bare assed and ready fer action a few minutes ago."

"I know but…" Pj floundered at the lecherous looks of the two men. "Alright, forget I complained. You can use me as an incentive."

"I'll keep that in mind." Turning back to Pete, Bubba gave him a hopeful look, his hand resting on the fatter man's knee so he could gently give it a squeeze. "So what do ya say Boss man? You going to go get us a nice camp for the week or are you and me going to have another row?"

Mulishly pursing his lips in thought Pete slouched down in his seat as he continued to drive and began to consider the offer being presented to him. He supposed that Bubba was right in a way. Spending their week long vacation in a cabin instead of cramped quarters would be a helluva lot nicer. Still something about the whole thing just rubbed the irritable man the wrong way.

It wasn't the bargain that he disliked, hell no. Finding ways to save his hard earned cash was an art form to him. No… the real reason for Pete's trepidation was because of the fond expression that had crossed Bubba's face when he spoke of these "old family friends" the Jobsons. From what he knew of his old army buddy that was definitely code for "I fucked around with these people regularly". Something which while Pete wouldn't usually care about wasn't something he wanted to put up with after the flirting spree the mechanic was on while they headed south. He just knew that Bubba would do the same damn thing the very second he saw these Jobson people.  

Mind made up that he'd refuse to go along with the idea Pete went to open his mouth to tell Bubba and Pj that they could shove their suggestion where the sun don't shine. However Just as he was about to stick to his guns Bubba went and did something that had the grouchy feline's resistance crumbling to dust.

Leaning forwards the sly, charming, and scheming Cajun gave Pete one of those infuriating looks of his that always made the slightly older man feel uncomfortable for some unknown reason. The one where he lazily smiled at him with those deep green eyes of his twinkling in the light. Oh how Pete hated that look! Partly because he knew it was manipulative and partly because of how it oddly made him feel. And as usual when Bubba used his trump card Pete second guessed himself and decided to give in.

"Fer fucks sake, FINE! Let's go an see wut these friend 'o' yers got ta offer." Pete said with an angry shout. "But iffin I don't like this "deal" den we're a leavin' and you don't say a'nutter word about it understand!" Snapping his head towards Pj he then jammed his finger in the boy’s face. "Goes fer you too boy! Not. A. Single. Word. Ya got it!"

Looking down over his muzzle at the finger poking his nose Pj quickly nodded to his dad's order. “S-Sure thing s-sir." He stammered. "I promise to zip right up if that happens."

Happy that their little spat was seemingly over for the time being Bubba grinned at the father and son as he lowered Pete's hand out of Pj's face. "See now, was that so hard Petey?" He asked gently placing the palm back on the wheel. "We'll go and seem my pals, they'll give us the deal you're wanting, and you'll be so excited about the whole damn thing that you'll bust a nut right in your pants!"

Pete harrumphed at the very idea and focused back on the road. "I doubt that." He muttered. "Den again… I have been learnin' dat there's lots-ah things you can do ta make a man cum iffin ya use da right touch lately."

A sinister yet aroused expression appear don Bubba's face. "Got you loud and clear Sarge."

(You know, for the life of me I still don't know how Bubba was able to talk my dad into agreeing to get a cabin that day Mr. Diary. I mean, if there's one thing I know about my dad it's how stubborn he can be. I still haven't   been able to convinced him that lube isn't an acceptable substitute for hair gel. In fact, now that I think about it Bubba's really the only one I've ever met who's been able to talk dad into doing stuff he doesn't want to. Heh, used to be I'd stay up at night wondering how he'd do it too. Of course now, you and me both know how exactly he does it. But that's a whole different story and I'm already telling you one aren't I? Let's get back to how we got the cabin, okay? After Bubba convinced my dad do get us a cabin we continued down the road until we came to this little side road where…)

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Later that day…

Kneeling sideways in the passenger's side seat, a very curious Pj D'caht silently pressed his nose up against the window of the RV and excitedly watched as small country houses and patches of woods passed them by in a blue. The small road Bubba had chosen to turn at during his stint of driving certainly was a beautiful one in his opinion and despite the reluctance he had had when they first set out on this fishing trip he was oddly starting to appreciate seeing more of the world outside of their little home town. The sight of trees and rugged countryside calming him as he idly watched the scenery fly by.

Sitting behind the driver's side wheel next to the younger man behind a grinning Bubba slyly watched him out of the corner of his eye, vision flicking down briefly to the boy's bottom as it stuck out enticingly for a few moments before he said something, unable to resist any longer.

"You know something Petite?" The gator started with a smile tugging at his lips. "Of all the fellas I've done fucked with you've got to be the cutest. Makes me really think of how young ya'll are."

Peeking over his shoulder when Bubba finished Pj gave his older friend a small smile and plopped back into his seat, a small pout forming on his lips as he eyed him. As a teen-aged man of eighteen years of age, being called "cute" wasn't something that he wanted to hear. Even if it was from Bubba.

"Why do you always have to tease me like that." Pj complained, pretending to be upset. "You know how much I hate it when people call me that."

"Awe, don't go getting in a fuss about my choice in words cher. You're cute plain and simple." Bubba continued to joke. "A fact that only becomes clearer now that you got that redness creeping across those chubby cheeks of yours. Shame I'm driving because it's making me hornier than a virgin on prom night."

Covering his face at the dirtiness and mushiness of what was said Pj did his best to avoid eye contact, that "redness" the Cajun spoke up growing worse. "Bubba…" He groaned lightly as he peeked out from behind his fingers. "Don't say stuff like that, please? Especially that "horny" part. I just got away from dad and his raging libido ten minutes ago."

"Oh hush boy, don't go ruining ol' Bubba's fun now." Not taking his eyes off of the road Bubba reached over and shoved his hand into Pj's lap so he could give the feline's package a quick squeeze. When he did the younger man instantly reacted to the sudden groping by letting out a yelp and trying his best to back away, eyes wide and mouth agape as was touched intimately.

"Stop that and put your hands back on the wheel!" Batting the naughty green hued hand feeling him up Pj giggled nervously. "I swear, you're just as bad as my dad is sometimes. Trying to cop a feel when you should be driving."

Withdrawing his hand and smirking Bubba winked at the red faced man. "Alright, I suppose I'll just save that sort of thing for later." He chuckled. "Like when we're in that cabin and me and your daddy can come at you with full force."

Thinking of the third member of their little traveling party Bubba looked up into the rearview mirror and caught sight of unconscious Pete who was blissfully snoring away in the back of the RV. To his immense pleasure the large thickset cat was sleeping au naturale, legs spread out and soft cock delectably laying against his left thigh in a manner that reminded the gator of a fine meal. If only he wasn't driving at the moment he would go back there and have himself a good fill of the offerings.

Deciding to continue on the subject of what Pj and his dad had been up to earlier when that desire reared up Bubba glanced over to him with a sideways glance that was anything but innocent. "Speaking of your daddy, what was it that you and him do back there while I was behind the wheel?" He asked with a knowing look. "Petey didn't have you going off like a foghorn like he usually does so I'm guessing you had your mouth full."

Face going an unusual shade of red Pj hunched his shoulders and ducked his head a little. "Y-Yeah he… he um, sorta had me suck him off." He admitted. "I tried to stop him but you know how he is. What's worse is that he fell asleep as soon as he came and didn't return the favor. Guess he's still a little grumpy with us."

"Petey was never one to be polite when he was peeved was he Petit?" Bubba snickered. "Though, I would have though you'd be happy to get off a little easy this time."

Sighing Pj began to twiddle with his thumbs. "Normally I would but…" For a second the boy stalled, face embarrassed. "B-But after the way you left me high and dry earlier I wanted him to at least try a little."

"Wait. A. Minute! Are you saying I should have waited to have it out with your daddy and done your bottom proper this morning?" Bubba questioned next, infinitely amused by the very notion Pj was seemingly presenting to him.

When Pj ducked his head between his shoulders, blushing like mad the gator let out a huge belly laugh. "Merde, Petite, promise me you'll never change." He chortled. "Cute as hell and hornier than a man on a truckload of Viagra."

Instantly trying to cover up his wanton behavior with an explanation Pj hastily explained. "I-I-I j-just meant you should have finished what you started." He quickly amended. "It's just not polite getting someone all worked up and then stopping the way you did."

"Ooooh, so that's how it is?" Bubba said giving Pj an exaggerated wink. "Well then I thank you for the four-one-one. Next time Bubba will be sure to work hard and do your ass right!"

Seeing that he was only digging himself in deeper Pj sighed went to mindlessly stare at his lap. “S-Sounds like a plan to me." He muttered. "But finish driving first. I'm not giving you another hummer or something else dirty when you're driving. It isn't safe."

His hand going across the cab so he could ruffle Pj's hair, despite the boy's grumbling, Bubba grinned at what he saw as the boy's askew priorities. "Well then I'm in luck because we're just about to arrive at our destination." He said smugly. "You'd know that if you lift them pretty eyes of yours back up and take a gander at what we're about to drive into."

Instantly made curious by Bubba's cryptic remark, Pj quickly lifted his head up so he could look out of the RV's windshield just as they began to crest over a large hill. To his pleasant surprise what he found when he did so made Pj gasp, one of the most beautiful sights he had seen during their trip meeting his wide, surprised eyes.  

Stretched out before them was one of those quaint rural towns that you only ever saw pictured on the side of post cards. The type that was filled to the brim with historical, well maintained buildings, small inns and family homes, and at the center, a large grass filled park where young couples probably walked hand in hand during the evening while listening to a ragtime band who were playing in the old fashioned gazebo in its center.

But by far the most amazing thing Pj could see from the hill that overlooked the town was the large lake that the town bordered. A stunning, dark blue body of water with glittering waves reflecting the noon sun hanging high in the sky. There were even several boats dotting its surface. Each of which had a passenger or two who were wiling away the day fishing or sunbathing atop the natural wonder.

It was only when the RV slowly started to creep down the opposite side of the hill and into this picturesque wonder before them that Pj finally snapped out of his self induced daze. A slack-jawed expression forming on his face as he turned to Bubba who peered back over to him with an all to pleased with himself look.

"Is… is this the "secret fishing spot" you've been talking about ?" Pj asked excitedly as they began heading down what he suspected was the town's main street. "Because if it is then I'm really, really impressed."

"This sure is petite." Bubba confirmed with a slow nod. "Though seeing how many people are here this year it isn't much of a secret anymore is it?"

"I-I suppose not." Pj agreed. After taking another moment to marvel at a rustic post office they passed the pudgy boy posed another question. "What's this place called? I bet it's something old-fashioned, right?"

"Local's call it Whistler's lake." Taking a right when they came to a corner Bubba began driving them away from the more scenic view and down a smaller street lined with local residences. "And let me tell you Pj, this here town has got to be one of the best damn places to go fishing in in these United States. There's a few other things too. Nice boardwalk full of arcades and food stands, little man made beach, they even have a firework show once a month during the warm seasons."

Listening as Bubba described the place they were about to vacation in Pj practically began to vibrate in his seat, excitement getting the best of the usually calm boy. "A-And on top of all that we're going to be spending the week in a cabin too!" He said sounding hopeful. "Please tell me that's true. Because if it is then this just turned into the most amazing vacation ever!"

Choosing not to comment again on how adorable he thought Pj was acting Bubba gave him a slow now. "It's true Cher." He said grinningly. "But, if we're gonna make it a reality then we got ourselves a big old roadblock to get by first."

As if to punctuate the point just made said roadblock, one still asleep Pete D'caht, choose that exact moment to start snoring loudly again. The RV's very windows rattling as the rumbling sound rang out for several awkward moments, each second of which caused Pj's excitement to sag.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about him." Pj said with a deep, depressed sounding sigh. "It's going to be an uphill battle getting dad to agree with anything isn't it? I mean, with how nice this place is I bet those cabins your friends rent out are really expensive."

"Only if you ain't a friend of theirs Petite." Bubba said encouragingly. "The Jobson’s just love treating their friends to all sorts of perks and I just so happen to be one of their best friends."

"Well, that's good I suppose." Pj said with a small smile.

Returning the smile Bubba quickly turned the RV around a corner, the large vehicle heading out of the town proper and onto a narrow little road with a few strip malls that wrapped around the side of the lake. "Alright boy we're just about there." The older man announced suddenly. "I'm gonna need you to go back there and wake Petey for me, alright? I'm thinking it's best that he's wide awake when we pull up."

"You mean so he won't be groggy on top of being grouchy?" Pj wondered with a little smirk. "

Bubba huffed a quick laugh at Pj's slight sarcasm. "My thoughts exactly Cher." The gator said. "Be careful about it though. I once had the misfortune of waking the fussy "Saleau" with a little prank and I ended up spending the night in the stocks in that dungeon he keeps downstairs."

"You mean the ones he usually puts Mr. Wey in!?" Pj asked. When Bubba smirked and nodded the tubby boy winced. "Okay then, I'll try and wake him up as safety as I can."

Taking a deep breath Pj quickly prepared himself for his upcoming task and left his seat so he could slow make his way to the back of the RV. Something told him that what was about to happen wasn't going to be the most pleasant thing he had done during the trip.

Despite that bit of knowledge though Pj kept pressing on, he had a task to finish after all, and crept his way closer to his father, stopping next to the bed so he could look down at him in his completely naked state atop the Murphy bed. Even asleep Pete was intimidating, the usual peaceful face most people had when they were asleep replaced with a glower that would make even the most hardened men cringe.

'Well, here goes nothing. I guess.' Pj said sighing in his own mind. Reaching out for his father's shoulder he gently tried to jostle the older man awake as cautiously as he could. An attempt that utterly failed when Pete quickly shrugged off his hand and rolled onto his side, large dark furred back side mooning his son much to Pj's chagrin.

'Of course you couldn't make waking him up easy.' Pj complained to whoever might be listening. 'Him waking up with my first try would be asking for way too much now, wouldn't it?'

Trying again the pudgy boy shook his Pete a little harder, the second endeavor earning him a beer laced burp and a gurgle as Pete stubbornly remained in place. Undeterred at being ignored though Pj decided to try at least one more time before he was forced to go help, his patience wearing a little thin as he shoved the larger man with all his might. It was asking for trouble he knew it, but he had been sent back here for a reason.

Thankfully this final shake seemed to work, Pete giving a sharp snort and stretching with a yawn before he rolled over, eyes blearily for a moment before they hardened and he glared up at Pj with a surly look. "WUT!" He barked out. "And it'd better as hell good enough ta be wakin' me up fer boy."

Jumping at his dad's harsh tone Pj shrunk in on himself a little and began to mindlessly fidget with his hands, an awkward laugh coming out of him. "It is dad!" He hastily said. "Bubba says we'll be arriving at the rental place soon so he--AHHHH!"

Interrupting before Pj could finish whatever it was he was trying to say Pete suddenly sat upright on and grabbed his son by the front of his shirt, a sinister look flashing across the older man's face as he yanked him forward so that the boy ended up falling forward and right into his waiting arms. With the boy now within his reach Pete quickly used one of his hands to trap the squirming youth against his chest while the other one went down to Pj's large backside now between his legs, the more mature man's palm squeezing the malleable mounds as a squeak sounded in his ear.    

"Well, wutever it wuz ya wanted ta say I don't care no more." Pete said half-groggily as he felt his progeny up. "I got myself a woody again and since you decided ta bother me you got yerself an appointment ta get it wedged between these jiggly cheeks right here."

Showing his full intent the grumpy man gave his son's large ass a good hard slap, Pj yelping in surprise as the sting it left coursed through his poor bottom. "But dad…" He tried halfheartedly as he endured the tingling of his rear end. "We can't do this right now…"

Pj's earnest argument seemed to be fall on death ears as Pete proceeded to work his free hand into the smaller male's pants. Warm palm easily slipping under the waistband of the eighteen year old's shorts so that they could run through the short dark fur covering the rounded globes, the very tips of the older man's fingers dipping into the warm crevice located between them.

Feeling his heart race as those naughty fingers slid between his as cheeks Pj whimpered and tried to reign in the arousal that was starting to rear it's ugly head. A task that was oh, so hard for him. "But D-Dad…" He said, trying to remain strong in the face of such enticement. "Bubba said… h-he said… gosh darn it, he said we…"

"Shut yer mouth brat! There ain't no need ta bring up dat grinnin' dipshit while I'm getting ya ready." Pete said with a small growl. "All you gotta con-se-ma-trate on is how I'm 'bout ta shoot another load up dis slutty thing right here."

Pushing his delving fingers a little deeper Pete began to prod at Pj's tight hole. The thick, and curious digit easily sinking into the boy despite the fact he hadn't been fucked once that day. Feeling heat and the grip on his intrusive finger, Pete's cock began to harden even more than it already was, the middle-aged man wasting no time in pushing onward, two of his fingers sliding their way inside so he could begin scissoring and stretching Pj with all the gentleness and patience of an angry beast charging an enemy.

"Oh man…." Pj whimpered as he was fingered. "Your finger's always feel sooo big when you do this."

Unable to control himself any longer the boy wrapped his arms around his father and held on tight, his chin coming to rest on the larger man's shoulder as he rode out the sensations coming from his lower half. Why did Bubba have to get him all worked up earlier? If he hadn't then maybe he could control himself right now.

"Heh-heh if ya think 'm fingers are big boy just you wait till I stick sumthin' a helluva lot bigger up there!" Pete said in an almost threatening manner. When Pj muffled a moan into his furry he sniggered and began to speed up, the entryway he was preparing loosing as it's master began to convulse in ecstasy.

Soon all that could be heard in the back of the RV was an obscene slick-slick sound, Pete gleefully drilling and teasing the boy in his arms until Pj thought he was going to go insane from how good it felt. Soon, after he was sure his son was good and open Pete would shove the innocent looking brat's face into the bed and ream out his slutty ass. Maybe if he really hauled ass they could break their previous record and fuck around eight times in one day. Yeah, that sounded like a plan. All Pete had to do to make it a reality was both literally and figuratively

"Heh-heh, yer jus lovin' this aren't ya, ya little slut." Pete asked, adding a psychological edge to his sexual onslaught. "You gonna give it up to yer dear ol' dad like a good boy? Let'um fuck-a-fy yer greedy ass till it's raw and drippin' spunk?"

Pj thoughtlessly nodded to the questions, drool starting to run down his chin as he began moaning softly. "I… I w-would sir but…"

"Damn right you will!" Pete cut in as he drilled his fingers hard into Pj's hole "And you bein' so eager fer me ta do it just goes ta prove 'm point. Who da hell needs a damn cabin or wutever when I can fuck ya right here just as good? Think I'm gonna go an tell Bubs we ain't doin' his idea no more."

Both his ears twitching when he heard his dad change his mind about their cabin Pj finally was able to put together enough coherent thought to snap himself out of the spell his dad had cast. Using every bit of his self control he reluctantly pushed himself off of his father--both hands firmly planted on the larger man's chest as he continued to hold him--and stared into Pete's eyes with determination. He would get his dad ready to bargain with the Jobson’s no matter what!

"Dad, you gotta stop now." Pj said as Pete fingered him. "Bubba said we're going to be at the rental place real soon and we both got to be ready. We can do something like this afterwards. I promise!"

Frowning Pete increased his pace, fingers now roughly and carelessly jabbing away at his son's pucker. "Let's see iffin ya can keep sayin' dat when I'm inside dis hole boy plowin' away." He sneered, wholly against the idea of ceasing his actions. "I'll fuck da very notion of wut a cabin is right outta yer damn brain!"

Thankfully for both Pj and his brain Pete's threatening, yet somehow very arousing promise was subverted as the RV suddenly came to a lurching stop. Pj letting out an almost comical yelp as he tumbled backwards out of his father's sinister reach and onto the shag carpet covered floor of the vehicle with a weighty thud.

Grumbling under his breath as he glared down at his son Pete reached out intent of resuming what they had been doing before their rude interruption. But, before he was able to get a hold of the boy Bubba's loud and sly voice rang out from the front of the RV, both D'cahts freezing on the spot as he called out to them.

"Well here we are Petey, Pj!" The Cajun said loudly. "You boys best be decent back there! Time we went out and met with some locals!"

"I'll get decent when I'm damn well ready!" Pete shouted back angrily. First the alligator dared to disagree with him about where they would be staying during their vacation and now he was cockblocking him. Two things that were on Pete's list of things that pissed him royally of. "Fuckin' scale covered grease monkey! Where da hell does he get off inter-me-ruptin' my fun."

Exiting the RV's front cabin and walking towards the two felines Bubba raised an eyebrow at the sight of the pair, his ever present fang filled grin making it's reappearance as he neared. "You an me both know where I get off boss man." He said referring to Pete's last comment. "After all, it's usually you who's responsible for causing it to happen. Something for which I might add I am eternally grateful for."

An surprising tint rising in his cheeks at the compliment Pete quickly coughed in his hands and looked away as he stood. "Yeah well… wutever."

"Yeah… whatever." Bubba said, knowing full well what he had just accomplished. Shifting attention down to the floor between them where the still flustered and panting Pj was, the gator held his hand out, attempting to help him up. "Appears I saved you right in the nick of time Petite." He said down to him. "Few minutes later and I bet your daddy would've turned you into kitty shish kabob."

"Very funny Bubba." Pj deadpanned as he took the offered hand and was clumsily lifted to his feet. "Maybe next time you should be the one to wake dad up and see how what happens to you."

Impressed at the sarcasm coming out of his usually shy friend Bubba made a display of pretending to think over the suggestion, a loud thoughtful hum coming out of him as he exaggeratedly tapped his chin. "Naw, as much fun as that sounds, and trust me it does sound fun, I think I like it better when you're the one getting the business end of your dad's post-nap horniness."

Taking a few moments to absorb what Bubba was saying under his charm Pj gasped and felt his face heat up. "You were watching us the whole time in the rearview mirror!" He accused. "And when you were suppose to be driving too."

"It's called multitasking Cher." Bubba casually explained he passed the sputtering boy and stepped up to Pete. "Now as for you Mr. "De'pouille", put on your clothes and wipe off your dried cum caked in your belly fur. We got us an appointment with a couple of bears in five."

After making sure he was well out of reach of his perpetually horny father Pj dusted himself off and looked up at Bubba curiously. "Bears?"

"Yup, the Jobson brothers are bears." Bubba confirmed as he spun back around and started to head back to the front of the RV. "Or, Kodiak bears to be precise. Heh, they gotta be the biggest fellas I ever met myself."

Growing quiet as he went to follow after the older man Pj tried to imagine what kind of people Bubba would consider "big". Given the gator's nearly six foot ten inches in height these two bears had to be giants in comparison. And with that frightening realization in mind Pj suddenly began to worry about what sort of people the Jobson’s would be. Back at school the larger and stronger kids tended to be bullies. Same could be said about his dad and a few of his friends. What would happen if these bears were the exact same way!?

'Then again, maybe they'll be more like Bubba.' Pj reasoned as he stepped out of the RV an onto an old cracked parking faded parking space lines. ‘And even if the aren't I'm sure Bubba wouldn't let anything bad happen. He's someone I can rely on after all.'

Fears calmed for the moment Pj visibly relaxed and looked around the parking lot they had stepped out onto. Relatively speaking there wasn't much around though. Just a few empty store fronts and what appeared to have once been a movie rental place. It was only when he turned completely around that Pj spotted a large building with what looked like an old beaten up log cabin with a glass storefront in the front and a sign proclaiming it to be "Jobson Brother's Rentals". All in all it certainly didn't look like the kind of place one would find a quality place to stay. It's shabby appearance making Pj second guess his desire to rent anything from the worn down place.

However, before Pj could voice his opinions about what they were standing in front of his attention was drawn back down to the glass doors serving as the stores entrance. The rectangle panes of the storefront giving a ding as they slid open and a family of rabbits, three kids, two parents, and a grandfather walked out animatedly talking to themselves.

Watching them as they went over to a large station wagon Pj thought he recognized the grandfather as a man he had seen sitting in a booth at the same truck stop he had met those bikers Clyde and Smasher. The older man who had watched him with interest as he left the diner. But, before Pj could fully get a good enough look to confirm this Pete's loud and obnoxious voice broke his train of thought and brought him back to the present with an almost audible snap.

"Dis is da dump you've been braggin' 'bout all damn day!?" Being his ever ungracious self Pete quickly squeezed his hefty weight through the narrow door of the RV and stomped his way over to his son and best friend, his obvious distaste for where they were evident on his face as he did. "Damn shack looks more like an teardown than anythin' else!"

Rolling his eyes at the surly nature of Pete's appraisal of the building Bubba gave his shorter companion a smirk. "You best not let the Jobson boys hear you say that boss man." He warned. "Last time someone was fool enough to do so they ended up having to pick up their teeth from the floor."

Pete gave the gator's warning an unimpressed huff. "Iffin the were ta try dat I'd just lay'um flat on der asses first." H bragged. "Same as I did when those fuckers tried ta start a fight dat time when we was in da army."

"But if you do something like that they might refuse to give us a cabin." Pj grimly interjected. When his comment earned him a frown from his dad he quickly looked down at his feet. "I'm just saying is all. That and it wouldn't hurt nice to them. They are Bubba's friends after all.”

"Yeah boss man, you should be nice." Bubba adding in his two cents. Eyes lighting up with an idea the gator chuckled. "I'll tell you what, if you act well behaved while we're in there I'll be generous and give you something sweet."

Pete raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"  

Eyes half lidded Bubba leaned forward. "If you be good then I'll…" Lowering his voice so only the two of them could hear the large man began whispering something into Pete's ears, Pj curiously watching as his dad's eyes began to twinkle evilly in excitement. "…and I'll even let you use the one with the six-teen "D" batteries in it."

Placated by whatever it was Bubba had just promised him Pete smugly looked over to the rental place for a moment before he motioned for Bubba to lead the way. "Alright suitcase, I'll play da game and act all nice-like." He growled huskily. "But even iffin we don't get da cabin you still gotta keep up yer end in our own deal. An you 'n me both now I ain't just talking figuratively here."

"But of course Mon Cher." Bubba said with his own sinister look. "Why on earth would I refuse climbing into bed with you? Especially since you always treat Bubba so nice when he does."

When he failed to get a response out of Pete for his compliment about his carnal skills Bubba patted the rotund man on his tan colored cheek and quickly backed out of the way before the cat retaliated, the gator chuckling as he began leading the way towards the Jobsons' rental place with a noticeable bounce in his step.

"Smart ass." Pete grumbled as he went to follow, the larger man easily catching up to his friend and copping a feel as they fell into step next to each other.

Left behind in the two men's wake, Pj gave a small shudder as he tried not to think about what sort of item his dad and Bubba used during their private sexual escapades that needed so much battery power. Whatever this horrifying mystery object was he just hoped that he never found himself on it's receiving end. Pj's poor butt still hadn't fully recovered from that time his dad used the Assblaster™ MAX on him.

Rubbing his bottom in memory of said device Pj did his best to try and shake the illicit thoughts running through his mind and raced over to dad and Bubba, the panting boy coming up behind the two older men just as they were passing through the front doors of Jobson Brother's Rentals, the soft whoosh and chime of overhead bell announcing their arrival.

Entering the room beyond the door Pj was taken aback when he found himself standing in a very lavish and well kept waiting room. From the way the building had looked outside he had assumed that the décor within would be just as shoddy looking. But no, what he was now in the middle of was something more akin to what you find in a corporate hotel chain. Everything from the cushioned waiting chairs, to the high tech TV and coffee stand, to the rack of brochures sitting next to the oddly unmanned front desk giving an air of professionalism that seemed out of place.

Seemingly not bothered by the extreme juxtaposition between the outside and inside of his friend's business Bubba went over to the front desk and leaned over the counter, searching behind it with a thoughtful hum. "Bobby Joe must be in the back room as usual." He gazed over to the open door behind the counter. "Fuzzy butted fool never was one to be where you need him."

Hand going over to a small call bell on the top of the desk Bubba rang it a few times, the small faux gold plated device letting out a high pitch metallic ding that spurred something to start moving in whatever area was beyond the waiting's room mysterious doorway.

"Sorry folks, but ya'll are going to have to wait. We ain't open right now!" A gruff and deep, southern accented voice suddenly came once the shuffling stopped. "But if you're a-needing a cabin that badly feel free to sit and wait a spell. I'm sure I'll be able to get to you after lunch is over."

Rolling his eyes at the way they were being brushed off, Bubba glanced over his shoulder and gave Pj and Pete a big wink. "Don't worry boys." He assured them. "I'm sure once he knows who's come calling he'll light a fire under himself and race out here to tend to us."

"He better." Pete grumped as he folded his arms over his doughy chest. "Didn't ride 'm stinkin' ass all da way in here jus ta be ignored by some country bumpkin."

"Perish the thought boss man." Bubba said, with a slightly sarcastic yet smooth tone.

Turning his attention back to the doorway where the voice from before had come from the mechanic cupped his hand around his mouth and inhaled deeply, Pj instantly cringing when he then shouted back at whoever had dismissed them moments ago loudly.

"Now is that anyway to treat one of your oldest friends Bobby Joe!?" Bubba hollered, his voice echoing throughout the small waiting room and probably the parking lot outside. "And here I thought that book on etiquette I sent you last Christmas would improve your social skills."

There was the sound of something heavy being dropped after Bubba finished speaking. The loud noise quickly followed by a equally loud and slightly confused sounding, "BUBBA!?", before what Pj assumed was a mack truck began heading their way in a rush.

"You boys best stay back and out of the way for a bit." Bubba warned as he stepped away from the front desk and braced himself for impact. "Bobby tends to be a hands on kind of person.'

Taking Bubba's words to heart Pj timidly hid behind his father and quietly listened as "Bobby" stomped his way ever closer towards them. As he did Pj suddenly found himself becoming a little self conscious about the person he was about to meet. It wasn't often he was introduced to a complete stranger like this and even with them being old friends of Bubba it was sorta intimidating for someone as shy as him.

What if the bear was just as scary as he had pictured him back in the parking lot? What if he didn't like him for some reason? Worst of all, what if he refused to give them a low price on the cabin. If that happened Pj didn't know what they were going to do about his dad.

The sound of someone entering the room bringing him back to the present Pj looked over and was just in time to get his first good look of one of the Kodiak bears he had been told about as he barreled out into the waiting room at full tilt. The excited looking man baring a big blinding grin plastered all on his large furry face as he did a quick search of the waiting room, and upon quickly finding Bubba, went over to the scaled man, drawing him into a bone crushing bear hug. One that surprised both Pj and his father when he easily lifted the several hundred pound alligator clear off of the ground.

Left speechless as he observed this very peculiar sight going on right in front of him Pj too this chance to get a very good and alarmed look at the man assaulting his friend. Like Bubba has said Bobby Joe was certainly "big". Given from what he knew the gator's height to be the Kodiak had to bee at least seven foot three.

He was big in other ways too Pj noted once the shock began to wane. Bobby's body, which was covered in a thick shaggy pelt of chocolate brown fur, was thickset. The older man sporting a large belly barely contained in only a pair of old patched up coveralls, his large barrel sized chest and thick, muscular arms exposed and flexing as he swung Bubba from side to side as he crushed him in his embrace and excitedly talked about how good it was too see him again.

"By god Bubba Molyneux it is you!" Bobby said, his deep booming voice stopping Pj's visual inspection. "Let me put ya'll down so I can get an eyeful!"

Dropping his friend so he could hold him at arm's length the ursine colossus gave him a once over then promptly punched him in the arm. The seemingly lighthearted hit actually making Bubba wince a little as he rubbed it afterwards.

"And that's for not telling me you was a-coming!" Bobby huffed. "Haven't seen hide nor hair of you in… … … damn it's been nearly five years innit? If I had know I could have whipped together some of my famous "Bobby-Q"."

Still soothing the sore spot on his arm Bubba gave his friend a wry look. "It's only been three and a half years Bobby." He informed his with a huff of laughter. "You forget about that little stay over I had back on New Year of O-nine?"

Face going blank suddenly, Bobby Joe scratched his chin and thought hard for a few moments before he seemed to shrug off whatever he was thinking to chuckle merrily. "I'll have'ta take your word for it Molyneux." He said with a good belly laugh. "You know I was never one for keeping track of all them fancy numbers and junk. I'm more of a hands on kinda fellah."

"Ain't that the truth." Bubba drawled. "Going to be nursing this bruise you just gave me for the next few weeks?"

"Shit Bubba we both know I weren't that rough on you." Bobby said with a shake of his hairy head. "He-he-he, I've used way more of my strength on you whenever we go a-rolling around in bed bumping uglies!"

Snickering when his dirty comment earned him a rueful look from his smaller friend Bobby leaned back against the front desk and regarded the gator with a curious look while scratching at his big belly through his coveralls.

"Alright, now that we've done and gone through out pleasantries, how about you go on telling me what bring you down here for a visit." The bear questioned. "Knowing you, the reason must be because you're a-wanting something that only me and my brother can give you. That means either a cabin or a big bear threesome. I'm hoping it's the latter."

"Sorry to say it's more of the former this time Bobby Joe." Thumbing over his shoulder to the D'caht's who had been silently watching the reunion behind him Bubba began to explain the full extent of their predicament. "Seems my big surly buddy behind me went and decided that me, his son, and his every grouchy self were going to spend the week down here at Whistler's lake in his little old RV. Something which I disagreed with wholeheartedly when he sprung it on us all of the sudden."

Surprised when he head that Bubba had brought someone with him Bobby leaned to the right and peered past the mechanic, becoming pleasantly surprised when he caught sight of two plump, dark furred felines standing a few feet away. Both of whom he found instantly attractive as he stared. Especially the younger one, who seemed bashful under his interested gaze.

"Well now… just what do we have here!?" Bobby asked almost seductively as he pushed his bulk off of the front desk and strode forwards. "You sure these two gentlemen are with you Bubby? And if they are, tell me, they just friends or is one of'um your--"

"--They're friends." Bubba quickly confirmed before anyone could jump to conclusions. "Just friends."

Choosing to ignore the smirk that Bobby gave him over his shoulder at his hasty interruption and the narrowing of Pete's eyes the Cajun instead flourished over to the D'caht's so he could present the pair with all the pomp and circumstance befitting someone introducing royalty.

"Bobby Joe Jobson I'd love for you to meet my boss Pete D'caht and his son little Pj D'caht." Bubba said pointing to each as he spoke their names. Gesturing over to Bobby next he then said, "Boss man, Petite, this here would be Bobby Joe. Told you he was a big one, did I not?"

"Y-You didn't say he was this huge!" Pj blurted out, finally finding his voice.

Instantly realizing how rude his comment was when Bubba and Bobby looked at him in surprise Pj quickly dropped his eyes down to his shoes as a horrible blush crossed his face. However, if he had been able to keep his eyes on their host the shamefaced boy might have noticed that Bobby was far from insulted from his little faux pas.

Actually, from the way the Kodiak's eyebrows rose at the outburst, dark brown eyes going over Pj's body, it seemed that Bobby's mind was on something completely different. Not that the bear could think about it too much before the larger of the two new feline's decided to make himself known.

"S'pose it's good ta meet ya ." Stepping up to the larger man Pete gave him his trusty milk curdling glower and stuck his hand out, offering a handshake. "Course, I'll rescind wut I just said iffin ya go overchargin' us on wutever dumps yer passin' off as cabins."

The tense silence that immediately followed Pete's blunt and rather rude words was thick enough to cut a knife, Bubba and Pj sighing and smacking their foreheads as Bobby locked eyes with his guest. Looked like their chances for getting someplace to stay had efficiently just flown out of the window.

However, instead of being insulted by what the used car salesmen had so thoughtlessly said about his rental properties once again the only thing Bobby seemed to be was amused. Grinning the bear took the palm being offered and gave it a firm shake, his eyes momentarily drifting over to Bubba as if to silently ask 'Is this guy serious?' before he returned his attention back to Pete so he could begin speaking in a friendly manner.

"Here's to hoping we can find you that good price you seem to be a-seeking then Mr. D-Caht." Bobby said elongating Pete's last name with his accent. "I would hate having to go disappointing Bubba here after all. E-specially since our families have been as close as kin going on ten years now."

"We've know each other for twenty years Bobby Joe." Bubba reminded the other man with a chuckle, his relief that Pete hadn't made him bad evident in his voice. "I was nineteen when we all met remember and I'm thirty-nine now."

Just like the last time his ability to keep track of numbers came into question Bobby's face went blank for a moment or two before he shrugged his miscalculation off. "Just have to go taking your word for it Bubby." He laughed. "Course what's it matter now that we're together again? Fact, now that I'm a-thinking let me close down shop so we won't be disturbed."

Pushing his way past Pj and Pete without any warning Bobby quickly waddled his way over to the front door of the rental store and flipped around the "Come in, we're open" sign signaling that they were off to lunch. Then chuckling, the big man spun back around and clapped his hands together.

"Alrighty, now that that's done let's start discussing getting you boys a place to stay." Bobby proclaimed boisterously. However, just as he was about to move he got a thoughtful look on his face and froze. "Second thought, maybe we oughtta see what Joey Bob says about that first. He's the one in charge of the books you know. I just look after customers and fix the ter-lets when they get overflowing."

Becoming confused by the name he just heard Pj scratched the top of his head and posed a question. "Um… Mr. Jobson, wasn't your name Joey Bob?"

"No, Petit this here is Bobby Joe. Joey Bob is the younger brother." Bubba provided for the bear with a sly grin. It was always interesting to see the puzzled faces people gave when they heard the names of both brothers side by side. "I know it might be hard telling them apart right now but that will change when you meet them."

"Speaking of which, why don't we go to the back room so we can be comfortable while we negotiate?" Bobby suggested as he strolled back over to the door he had come through earlier. "Come on everybody I'll lead the way for ya'll."

"Always the gentleman weren't you cher?" Bubba laughed as he the bear placed his heavy arm over his shoulder and led the two of them to the door behind the front counter. "Can't wait to see what you did to the place since the last time I was here by the way. Hope you went and tossed out that ugly as sin couch. Those stains we left over it didn't look like…"

Face contorting into a nasty grimace as he went to chase after Bubba and his large friend Pete began to mutter darkly under his breath. It was just like he said. Not even five minutes after reuniting with his "dear old friend" and the gator was flirting his fucking ass right off. What made him even madder was the way the two had spoken to each other. So familiar, so fond and sweet. It was enough to make Pete want to barf as they began walking through a large box filled storeroom in the back of the building.  

Having joined his dad when he went after their reptilian companion Pj quickly moved to stand next to the man so he could whisper over to him. "Dad, please stop making faces like that." He implored. "You're gong to make Mr. Jobson and his brother think you're angry with them."

"I am fuckin' angry wit them!" Pete huffed back in a quiet growly voice. "God damn bastards pissed me right da hell off. Even got a stupid names. Bobby Joe 'n Joey Bob, wouldn't be surprised iffin we don't go hearin' banjo music playin' soon."

"Dad! Now that's just plain mean!" Pj chided with a disappointed frown. "Mr. Jobson seems like a really nice man so don't be mean. Besides you promised me and Bubba back in the parking lot remember?"

"Yeah, yeah I 'member ya damn brat." Pete snapped. "Don't mean It's gonna happen." Gazing ahead for a moment the dark furred man watched as Bobby slid his arm down Bubba's back to give the slightly shorter man a friendly smack on his muscular bottom. "An dat right there is da reason why! Where da hell does he get off touchin' him!?"

"Wait… are you getting jealous again?" Pj asked with sudden realization. When his father grumbled something under his breath the younger man sighed. "Geeze dad, why do you ever care? I mean, you and Bubba sleep around with all sorts of guys back home so it shouldn't matter right?"

Snapping his head down to his son Pete let out an annoyed huff. "Thought I already told ya at da gas place dat I don't get jealous, I get pissed." He snapped quietly. "An da reason why I keep gettin' pissed is 'cause fuckin' 'round wit sluts is one thing but goin' 'round makin' goo-goo eyes at'um is a whole 'nother!"

Choosing not to dwell on what his father said sounding suspiciously like him being jealous in the face of his dad's rising temper, Pj quickly decided to drop the subject and return to his first argument. "All that aside, it still wouldn't hurt for you to be nice to the Jobson's." He said as they all left the storeroom and entered a long hallway. "You even got that… thing Bubba said he'd let you do if you're behaved so it's a win-win for you in the end."

"Oh yeah…." Pete started as he gave a dirty, and very aroused looking smirk. "Almost fergot 'bout dat. Heh-heh, well, least I can make him beg fer mercy later. Teach him wut happens when he goes 'round actin' like a big ol bitch in heat."

Cringing at his dad's creative wording Pj quickly reasoned that he rather not talk to him anymore and instead choose to concentrate on where their host was taking them, his vision falling onto Bobby Joe's broad shouldered back as he led them out of the storeroom-like room they had been in and into what looked like a darkened hallway that looked to be cobbled together from leftover building supplies.

Now that he thought about the big bear, Pj came to the quick realization that his previous worries about him being mean and scary were rather silly. Like he had said to his dad Bobby Joe seemed to be a good person. And if he was being completely honest he wasn't that bad to look at either. The Kodiak oddly attractive in a rugged country sort of way. Something that came from even when he was facing away from him.

Eyes focusing on Bobby's back at that thought Pj began to feel a certain stir in his shorts, the heat only getting worse as his eyesight slowly trailed downwards and settled on the large man's coverall covered backside which strained to contain the large rear end within.

Smiling a little Pj wondered what that butt would look like completely exposed. Would it be nice and plump like the one belonging to his history teacher Mr. Brown, the one he had actually pounded himself every time they fooled around together, or would it be more firm and springy like--

Stopping in shock of where his thoughts were leading Pj mentally slapped himself and quickly shook his head. 'What the heck is wrong with me today!' He scolded himself. '  First I tell Bubba he should have finished doing stuff to me, then I let dad do dirty stuff to me not once by twice in a row! Man… I really need to learn how to keep my mind off of sex all the time!'

Lost thinking how he could go about controlling his innate sexual desires Pj suddenly and unexpectedly found himself colliding with the solid mass of muscle that was Bubba's back and ended up stumbling backwards, arms waving around wildly as he let out a yelp and fell towards some strange, misshapen taxidermied oddity displayed on a small table off to the side.

Thankfully before the tubby man could make contact with whatever the object was he was saved from his unexpected fall by Bubba's large tail, as the thick scaly appendage wrapped around his chest stopping him midair before it pulled him back onto his feet.

"Whoopsie-daisy Petite." Bubba said once he was sure Pj was back on his feet and steady. "The Jobson's take pride in those ugly as sin hunting trophies so don't go knocking them over if you can help it. Might just ruin the feng-shui of their private den here, ya'know."

Reacting with slight puzzlement when Bubba used the words "private" and "den" Pj scanned around himself and was surprised that they had somehow left the darkened corridor they had been traveling down and had entered a fully furnished living room. The small homey space filled with lots of well made and sturdy wooden furniture, a large big screen TV, and most amazing of all, a large bay window which served as the forth wall.

"A-Are we still in the rental place?" Pj asked, quickly becoming confused by their new surroundings. "This looks more like someone's house than anything else."

Having been watching Bubba and his cute little friend during the whole rescue and subsequent conversation afterwards, Bobby Joe approached the pair and answered Pj's query with a gentle pat to the boy's head. The bear's large paw lingering for a moment which caused Pj to blush from it's warmth.

“O'course it looks like someone's house son." The repairman said giving a warm disarming smile. "See, "Jobson Brother's Rentals" ain't just where me and my brother work it also happens to be where we live too. Mostly out of convenience and mostly because it's got one the darn purdiest views in town."

"It does Mr. Jobson?" Pj said growing curious. After what he had seen when they drove into Whistler's lake he really wanted to see more of the scenic beauty. "Where?"

Instantly becoming delighted by the excited tone of Pj's question and absolutely reveling in the chance to brag about his home Bobby turned the younger man's head for him and pointed over to the window. "Right over there." He said. "Why don't you go have yourself an eyeful pup?"

Though finding it a little weird when he was called "Pup"--mostly because he was a cat--Pj eagerly went to do as Bobby had said and walked over so he could peer outside. Doing so he found himself staring out into the Jobson's backyard, the sight of which was just as "purdy" as Bobby Joe had said.

Through the window Pj's saw a small portion of the lake he had been admiring when they drove into town earlier. Offshoot from the main body of water forming a small inlet which went into the Jobson's back yard giving the private area a very charming, rustic look.

"See young'un, what did I tell ya?" Bobby said smugly as he walked past the distracted boy and over to an archway that seemed to lead deeper into his home. "Now as for the rest of you fellahs, ya'll go and make yourselves comfortable ya'hear?" He insisted as he began to leave. "I'll be back faster than a virgin running off to see a nude beach with my brother so we can all get you your cabin."

"Ya better be fast Pooh." Pete grumped as he ungraciously dropped himself into a nearby recliner which gave an awful squeak as he moved his hips side to side, trying to get comfortable. "I ain't da sorta man who appre-she-ates bein' kept waitin'. Do you hear?"

Quickly smothering the snicker threatening to come out of him in the face of Pete's rudeness, Bobby Joe bit his bottom lip and gave his grumpy customer a quick nod over his shoulder. "Got you loud and clear Mr. D-caht." He assured. "He-he-he, I bet Joey Bob is just going to be plumb tickled pink when he sees who you brought when you came a-calling Bubby. He's a lively one."

Having taken a seat on the couch in the center of the room. The very same one he had complained about earlier he noted, Bubba leaned his head on it's back so he could look over to his friend, upside-down smirk directed at Bobby as he sat there.

"That or the old hot head Jobson will be madder than a bobcat caught in a piss fire." The gator remarked ruefully. "Joey tends to get steamed real fast when it comes to me, remember?"

"Awe, you know he ain't gonna be mad at you Bubby." Bobby insisted with a wave of his hand. "You're one of his favorite gators. Least I think you are. He does tend to pay more attention to your brother Bo though. Guess we'll just have to see when I bring him out here now won't we?"

"Suppose we will?" Bubba said smirkingly. "Just make sure he keeps any and all fire arms in your bedroom because I don't think I can run fast enough to get outta range any more."

"Making no promises but I'll endeavor to try." Bobby called out as he finally exited the room with a snort. "More fun watching you sweat now that I think on it."

Shaking his head at the large bear's sense of humor Bubba slouched back in his seat and gazed over to Pj who was still staring out the window oblivious to everything going on behind him. "Why don't you give the window a rest and take a seat over here with me Petite?" He said over to the boy. "You'll be having all week to look at the lake so it's best not to get your fill in one go."

"I suppose you're right." Pj said reluctantly pulling away from the impressive sight outside.

Going over to the couch the young man quickly took a seat next to the mechanic and glanced around the room trying to find something to look at while they waited for their hosts to make a return. After a few moments of visually inspecting the other sights around him the chubby boy discovered several framed pictures hanging on the wall behind where his dad was sitting.

Most were images of strangers, but the one in the center showcased a much younger Bubba with his arms around Bobby, the two men standing behind a lawn chair where a second bear sat, his face obscured by a beach ball being thrown into frame.

Seeing this photo, Pj felt a question begin to form. One that he couldn't help but ask when he peered back over to the gator seated next to him. "Um… Bubba, where exactly did you meet the Jobson's?" He questioned shyly. "You said earlier that it's been twenty years, right? That's a really long time to know someone."

"Well I suppose it is isn't it?" Bubba agreed. "Merde, I am getting long in the tooth seeing as that's the truth of the matter."

"You're not old." Pj insisted with a little giggled. Everyone should be lucky enough to look and act like Bubba when they were thirty-nine. "But, since it has been that long, w-would you mind telling me how it happened? You meeting them that is."

"Well, since you're a asking all politely." Never one to pass up the chance to impart a story on someone Bubba gave Pj a small smile and slung one of his arms around the shorter man so he could pull him in close.

"Ya see, I met the Jobson's one summer when me and my brothers all came to Whistler's lake for some fishing." The mechanic began fondly. "As you can imagine from what I've gone and told you. It wasn't five minutes after we set up the camp that we stripped down and started going at each other right there in the middle of the woods like nobody's business."

"Humph, fuckin' 'round outside in da bushes that fast, huh?" Pete said from his seat with a snort. Leaning back the heavyset man rubbed the bulge forming in his pants, obviously a little excited by what Bubba was describing. "An here I wuz thinkin' da biggest slut in Spoonerville wuz da boy here."

"Like you're one to talk Petey." Bubba quipped back while playfully giving the middle finger. "It wasn't ol Bubba who had his pants down around his ankles and his dick out down at the car lot two Tuesdays ago."

"Hey, I had 'm reasons." Pete defended indignantly. "Dat sucker I wuz tryin' ta sell a car too kept lookin' down at my crotch and droolin' over it. Wut else wuz I 'spose ta do but let'im have a look?"

"And I suppose making him get into the back seat of that old car once he got that peek to mess around wasn't your fault either?" Bubba wondered with a mildly sarcastic edge. "I swear, why you haven't gotten yourself fined for indecent exposure with all the hanky panky you do in public I'll never know."

Pete growled huskily and groped himself through his pants. "Iffin yer curious it's our ol pal Henry O'Donnell who's responsible fer letting' me get off all da time." He snickered. "Horny mutt will do anything fer me now dat I know 'bout his… pro-ma-clivities. Got'um eatin' right outta my hand in fact."

"Knowing Henry, your hand ain't da only thing of yours you got him eating." Bubba said knowingly. Glancing back down to Pj the gator suddenly realized that he had gotten off track and gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry about that Petite. Guess your daddy's loud mouth made me loose focus."

"I-It's alright. Sorta didn't mind hearing some of that stuff too." Pj said bashfully. For a moment he looked over to his dad wondering what it was exactly the older man did at work. But before the thought completely took hold Pj remembered that rather hear about Bubba and his friends first. "You wouldn't mind continuing your story thought. Would you?"

"Only if Pete keeps his lips zipped this time." Only resuming his story once said man rolled his eyes and sarcastically motioned for him to continue, Bubba cleared his throat and started up again. "Good. Now, as I was saying… there we were, all of us naked as jay birds and up to nothing decent when these two bears come outta the bushes carrying fishing poles and a bundle of fish, catching us right in the middle of the act."

Pausing for a moment the gator chuckled dirtily. "When it happened all of us froze not sure what we should do. But then my brother Bo, a big grin cracking his chubby face, just looks over to them and calmly invites them to take a turn at his ass once I was done fucking it."

Hearing that part of the tale Pj gasped out in shock. "So your brother just went and asked them something like that?" He asked. "Without even know if they were gay or if they'd be alright with… you know what you were doing."

"If you think just hearing it is shocking than you should have seen it with you own eyes. When he asked Bo was on all fours, hands and knees in the dirt, and wearing nothing but a fishing hat." Bubba said jostling Pj with a body shaking chuckle. "But regardless of how damned stupid foolish he looked Bobby and Joey said yes and we all had a big orgy slash fish fry that night. Since then out two families have been connected by the hips. If you know what I mean."

"I… I um, yeah I get what you're saying." Pj said as he went to start twiddling with his thumbs. "Though I really didn't need to hear that last part. You know since it always gets me… e-excited."

Licking his lips at how "cute" Pj was being after the dirtier parts of his story Bubba went to start merciless teasing him so he could hear some more of the boy's blushing stuttering. But just as the gator went to speak something quickly interrupted him in the form of a pair of voices ringing out from the archway Bobby Joe had gone through a short time ago.

"Come on, Joey. Stop a-scuffing at the ground and move them feet!" Bobby Joe's excitable voice demanded. "I know you're getting fat from all those sweets but this is important. I want you to have a lookie at what I found in the waiting room!"

"Stop your pushing you damned fool!" A second gruffer voice growled back, it's southern accent not as thick. "I'll go walking at my own pace and not a lick faster! Don't see why you got to come back here and bother me anyhow! Knowing you this thing you're excited to show off ain't worth half the trouble your putting me through."

Bobby's deep chuckling followed the huffy statement. "Awe, will you stop being fussy for once baby bro and just humor me." He whined. "It'll do you a world of good."

The second voice didn't seem too see the point Bobby had made and huffed angrily. "Says you, the person more hyper than a five-year old after eating a sack of sugar!"

Turning their heads towards the source of all the commotion as Bobby and whoever it was he was arguing with came closer Bubba, Pete, and Pj all watched as their gigantic Kodiak host reentered the room with a smile on his face as big as a kid's on Christmas morning. "Sorry for the long wait folks." He quickly apologized when he saw the trio of eyes on him. "Underestimated how long it was going to take getting Joey Bob away from his precious paper work."

"That paper work your making fun of is our bills you mo-ron." The second voice said from behind Bobby. "Now move your big ass and let me get a gander at what's so important for me to see."

Shoving Bobby Joey out of his way a second bear reveled himself and stepped into the room with a scowling face. The sight of which along with the rest of his appearance causing both Pj and Pete to blink several times in a row, father and son both unsure if what they were looking at was actually real or not.

Joey Bob--for that's the only person who this newcomer could be--was the spitting image of his older brother. The same dark brown fur color, the same face, and even the same rounded ears atop their heads! In fact, the only differences Pj could discern between the two was Joey's scowling expression and the way he was dressed. A pair of brand new blue jeans and well made black and red flannel shirt covering his body instead of the simple wardrobe Bobby wore.

It was the shirt especially that drew Pj's attention the most strangely. The tight fitting piece of clothing unbuttoned at the top and showing the barest hint of the fur covering it's owner's massive chest. To him, it was the pinnacle of some odd sexiness that he just couldn't ignore.

Eyes fixating on this particularly arousing feature as he sat there, Pj didn't notice anything else going on in the room until the very moment Joey Bob reacted to Bubba's presence, the grumpy expression that he had been wearing since he had entered the den changing into one of pure unadulterated anger as he let loose a mighty shout that made everyone around him cringe at it's volume.  

"Well look who finally decided to show the hell up!" The younger Jobson exclaimed loudly as he stomped his way across the room, around the couch, and up to Bubba so he could glare down at him in outrage. "You got yourself some nerve showing up here again Molyneux!"

"Looks like I was right about you having a bee in your bonnet about my visit." Bubba said responding to the ursine man's anger with a joke. "But, before you go completely blowing your top Joey how about you quiet down a bit and let me explain why I've been scarce round these parts for so long?"

His frown only deepening Joey stood upright so he could look down on Bubba and folded his arms over his chest with a huff. "Any excuse you have you slimy caiman better as hell be an awfully good one." He warned. "Because if it ain't… then I'm gonna toss you out on your tailed backside and the same goes for…"

Looking down to Pj and then over to where Pete was the bear's eyebrows rose for a fraction of a second in interest before he reminded himself that he was mad and snapped his attention back to Bubba. "…Same goes for your chubby boyfriend and his kid too." He finished. "Don't matter how good looking the big one is."

For a moment Bubba seemed to blush at his friend assumption on his and Pete's status. What was it with the brothers and thinking things like that? Before it became too noticeable though the mechanic quickly covered it up with his usual confident and slick grin. "Don't you worry Joey, I promise my excuse is a good one." He assured. "You see, the reason why I haven't been coming down is… … …"

Looking over to Pete when he became stumped Bubba smirked and leaned back, crossing his left leg over his knee. "Alright, you see I've just been busier than a one armed man with two peckers trying to please Petey over there." He said chuckling. "Man's a real slave driver. Works me to the "bone" in the garage he owns ever damn day then makes me come home and work some more."

Growling at how Bubba had basically thrown him under the bus Pete slowly began to rise out of his seat, intent on giving his now former mechanic a piece of his mind. Only, before the sinister man could fully explode he was surprisingly beaten to the punch when Joey Bob scoffed at the excuse just given to him and reached down to rudely slap Bubba's legs back apart.

"That the best you can do Molyneux!?" Leaning down the Kodiak placed both his hands on Bubba's knees and locked eyes with the Cajun. "Nah-uh, if you're wanting my forgiveness than you better as hell be willing to agree on some conditions first. And you best not say a thing a-gainst it!"

With his first hastily thought out plan going down in flames Bubba carefully pushed his friend back and got to his feet so he could duck his head downwards in atonement. "Alright Joey, how do I gotta prove I'm really sorry?" He asked sighing. "Just you name it and I'll try and get it done."

After letting Bubba stew for a few moments, honestly enjoying the sorry looking state he was in Joey placed both his hands on his hips and began listing off his demands in rapid fire. "First, you can stop with the Joey stuff. You know I prefer being called Joe. Bad enough I can't get that through Bobby's thick skull." He began firmly. "Second, you promise me to stay in touch when you go off gallivanting to wherever you live. Third, you and your buddies are coming to dinner tonight so we can catch up! And last but not at all least, and this is the more important thing, forth…"

Stopping, "Joe's" expression suddenly did a complete one-eighty, a small, but friendly grin forming on his face as he took a step back and opened his arms in a welcoming manner. "Forth, you can get over here you big green booger and say hello like a proper southerner! Do you got any idea how much I missed you!?"

Grunting as Joey Bob dragged him into a backbreaking hug just as strong as the one Bobby had, Bubba chuckled and allowed himself to be squeezed and then kissed, their embrace quickly heating up when the bear growled into his mouth aggressively and walloped his backside a few times as some sort of punishment.

Only backing away when he was sure he had had enough Joey Bob or Joe as he had insisted, smirked. "There now, that's a helluva lot better ain't it?" He said smugly. "Still not as good a kisser as your brother Bo though. Damn chunky bastard can get you harder than steel with one swipe of that tongue of his."

Poking his large shaggy head between the pair Bobby presented them with his best exaggerated pout. "Hey now, where was my kiss when I went and said hello in the waiting room?" He asked pitifully. "Thought I was your friend too Bubby."
  
Rolling his eyes at the childish complaint, Bubba took pity on the forlorn man and moved in intending to give him a quick peck on the cheek. However, just as the alligator got close Bobby did something that surprised everyone in the room. Bumping Joe out of the way with his butt the older bear reached up and grabbed Bubba's face, the shout the mechanic made when he did quickly muffled when Bobby planted what had to be the sloppiest and most obscene kiss in the history of kissing.

Watching the spectacle going on in the room from his seat on the couch Pj was a little confused when he saw Bobby look over to his brother as he continued kissing Bubba and wagged his eyebrows at him. The smug twinkle in the older bear's brown eyes speaking of some sort of competition between them. A contest that sorta made Pj want to snicker at how adorable it was when he next observed Joey shove his twin aside so he could one up him.

'I guess all siblings are the same wherever you are.' The husky boy reasoned as he politely looked away to cover his mouth and his giggle. 'Though I don't think they all do what those two are doing  .'

Across the room though the reaction to the playful make out sessions was something entirely different. Still seated in the recliner he had found Pete's growled under his breath and angrily watched the trio of old friends, fingers digging into the armrest as his anger grew and grew at the way the brothers were taking turns one upping each other by continually kissing his mechanic.

Where the hell did these fucking hicks get off doing what they were doing!? And for that matter what the hell was Bubba thinking by happily reciprocating their advances. Well if the smarmy suitcase thought he was just going to sit and watch as he swapped spit than he was sorely mistaken!

'I'll show dem.' Pete thought menacingly.

Catapulting out of the chair he was in Pete stomped his way over to the bear twins and his traitorous employee and rudely pulled them apart. With that first task done the middle-aged mammal then set about directing his steely glare on their hosts as he gruffly brought up the reason why they were there in the first place. As he saw it, the faster they got Bubba's damn cabin the faster they could leave.

"Alright now, Yogie, Boo-Boo, iffin yer all done wit playin' tonsil hockey how's about we get down ta business?" Pete snapped as he folded his arms over his doughy chest. "After all, we didn't come back here ta sit 'round yer fuckin' backwoods doh-ma-cile all damn day ya'know. Nah, we came fer a cheap ass cabin and dat's 'xactly wut I plan on gettin'!"

Completely unfazed at the harshness directed at both him and his brother Joe raised a single eyebrow at the shorter man and did his best to keep from openly laughing at him. Whoever Bubba's dark furred buddy was, he certainly was a real spitfire. Made him realize that working him to the bone wasn't the only thing the angry man did to keep Bubba busy while he was away.

Putting that sort of thinking to the side however, Joe quickly addressed what had been barked at him and stuck his hand out for the cat to take. "Okey dokie then, since your insisting that we get straight down to business Mr. … … um, don't think I've yet to catch your name sir."

"Mostly 'cause I didn't bother throwin' it at ya yet." Pete huffed as he took the hand and gave it the hardest squeeze he could muster, an action that earned him an equally hard grip in return before the stopped. "You can call me Pete D'caht. You better not go makin' it inta any sort of sissy nickname like ya did wit "Bubby" over here."

"Duly noted Mr. D-caht." Joe snickered, his opinion of the other man growing. "As I was saying, since you seem to be in a rush, how about you hand over four hundred dollars, I hand you a pair of keys, and then all we got to do is sign a contract and you'll be enjoying yourself a nice cabin with all the fixings b'fore you know it."

Holding out his paw for Pete to place the money he had requested in, Joe presented him with a smug grin and patiently waited for his payment. However, instead of getting paid the only thing the ursine salesman received for his offer was a harsh bark of laughter and an even harsher slap to the back of his outstretch palm. The sting of which caused him to look up into Pete's face unsure for a moment before the rotund feline spoke again.

"Who da hell do you think yer jokin' 'round wit Fozzy!?" Pete huffed in an overly smug manner. "No way in hell I'm givin' ya that many buck-a-roos fer yer collection of mountain folk hovels and dat's dat!"

"And just how much did you expect to pay Boss man." Bubba said not liking the way the conversation was going.

Thinking for the briefest of moments Pete smirked and peered over to Joe evilly. "I'll do Two-hundred." He announced. "That's all its gotta be worth after all."

Still rubbing his sore hand Joe greeted the Pete's offer with a look that reminded Pj as one someone who was constipated would make. "You must be nuts or something D-caht if you think I'm going to give you a cabin for that sort of price!" He announced with his own bark of laughter. "Most folks round here would be climbing their way through briar patches, scrambling for the chance at what I just offered you!"

"Don't know why yer bringin' up icey-cream for but I know when someone's tryin' ta gouge my ass!" Pete argued back. "Sides, da way I sees it, since  Bub-by  and you is so damn close you should be chargin' us nuffin'! Guess all dat shit 'bout good old fashioned southern hospitality is a load of bull! That or you two ain't really from down here."

"Dad!" Pj gasped.

Turning to his son the older man rolled his eyes. "Wut?" He asked. "Those phoney baloney accents they been usein' sound like a load of crap ta me."

Backing away and clutching his chest as if he had been shot, Joey's face turned completely red and he let out an almost feral sounding growl. "Alright boy, now ah know ya'll are nuts!" He snapped, accent thickening. "No one goes insulting mah heritage and gets away with it! You'n me are gonna go outside and have it out now! Gonna knock your teeth clean across the yard and jam my first so far up your ass that it--”

"Cool your britches Joey Bob." Bobby suddenly cut in as he came up behind his brother and pulled him away by the shoulders. Seeing him this flustered was funny but he was starting to go over the edge of play fighting. "No need to get that heated up. We're all friends here. Ain't that right Bubby?"

"I would hope so." Going to calm Pete down himself Bubba quickly pulled the rotund man to the side so he could give him a hard look, Pj adding some sternness of his own as he jumped off of the couch and came up to join the older men.

"Come on Boss man, just take what was offered to you!" The mechanic said with a hiss. "Joey Bob's right. Usually a cabin costs a body at least twelve-hundred bucks a week to rent. He'd practically be giving us one for four hundred."

"Like I give a fuck wut other suckers pay fer their forest shacks." Pete shot back, being his ever stubborn self. "I'm Pete D'caht bitch an Pete D'caht don't pay full price fer nothing'! Hell da weddin' ta Peg in Ha-wa-hee only cost me nineteen-ninety-nine."

'And look how well that turned out.' Bubba blithely thought.  

Coming out of his own quiet conversation with his brother, Joe--assisted by a nudge and a imploring look from Bobby--turned back to Pete and cleared his throat trying to get his attention. When the other man looked up he grumbled and begrudgingly offered him another price. "How about I only charge you three hundred?" He asked, his previous demure accent returning. "I'm taking a hit here but Bobby says he really wants Bubba to keep coming around so I guess I can eat the rest."

"Two-hundered even!" Pete insisted, sticking to his original offer.

"No way in hell D-caht!" Joe shouted back. "I said I'd take three hundred and that's as low as I'm going to go ya smartassed Yankee huckster!"

"Oh, was that one hundred dollars I heard then?" Pete sing-songed obnoxiously, the syrupy sweet tone he used causing Pj groan loudly into his hands. "I’m hopin' so 'cause dat's wut I'm willin' ta pay now after dat crack ya dumb as hell redneck."

If the Kodiak across from him thought he'd get the better of Peter "Fucking" D'caht during a bartering match then he was clearly mistaken. No one beat him when it came to the subject. Not the guy who sold him his house after the divorce, not the suckers down at his car lot, and defiantly not some local rube who probably only had two teeth to his name.

Unfortunately Joey Bob didn't seem to share the glowering man's opinion on the matter. Making his stand Joe dug his heels into the ground and stared down Pete with an expression so hostile that Bobby, Pj, and Bubba flinched at the fierceness contained within it. Pete though, never one to cow down himself, returned the glare with equal intensity. Both of the stubborn men quickly falling into an impromptu staring contest that seemed like it would go on to the death of the universe.  

It was only after a full five minutes into hard headed battle of wills that a member of the audience took it upon himself to put an end to all the silliness. Sticking his hand out between the pair, Bubba snapped his fingers as loudly as he could, the sound finally penetrating Pete's and Joe's thick skulls and causing them to begrudgingly back away from one another, eyes still locked.

"Break it up boys, break it up." Bubba commanded in an almost tired manner. When Pete and Joe turned away with twin huffs the mechanic let out the breath he had been holding. "So judging from the way you two just went nanners I'm betting that we aren't going to come along a solution by just standing here talking. Am I correct?"

"Damn right we won’t Molyneux!" Joe quickly and firmly confirmed. "Don't know why you haven't ended up strangling this city slicker in his sleep. Don't think I ever met a more stubborn ass cuss!"

"The desire tends to go away after the first three months." Bubba smirked. "Least that's what the current census everyone back home took said."

Ears giving a twitch at that Pete spun back around and sneered at Bubba. "Census?" He asked getting angry. "Wut do ya mean took census!?"

Stiffening when he realized what he just revealed Bubba quickly tried to cover his slip-up by laughing awkwardly. "Never mind that cher." He said before he went back to what he was saying. "So, Joe, seeing as we won't get nothing done fighting like you have been why don't we just go look through those files you keep. Um, you do still keep them listings don't you?

"Yup, I got them." Joe said giving a curt nod. "Unless Bobby went and spilled another can of beer on them when I weren't looking."

Having moved to over next to Pj when all the glaring had been taking place between their companions Bobby let out an indignant shout at his brother's accusation. "That only happened once!" Elbowing Pj with a chuckle next, the big man motioned over to the other bear. "Can you believe this fellah son? Always blaming me even when I've been good as gold!"

Startled at how friendly Bobby was suddenly being to him, especially considering the way his dad was insulting them, Pj lightly rubbed the spot he had been poked and giggled nervously. "I know how you feel a little bit Mr. Jobson." He said quietly. "I got a little sister who always gets away with murder myself."

Not hearing the friendly conversation going on a few feet away from them Bubba smiled at the confirmation of the Jobsons record keeping and continued on with his idea. "Good, and since we got those files why don't you two just sit yourselves down in Joe's office and look through them. I'm sure if you boys put your heads together you'll find something you can both agree on."

Thinking over the idea over for a long hard moment Joe gave a sigh and slowly nodded his head. The gator always seemed to have the answer for him. Not that he'd admit how amazing he found that detail. "Fine, let's go then." Joe huffed as he began to leave. "But you'll be coming with us Bubba. No way I'm going to be left alone with this hothead."

Following after the taller man with Pete let out a mean spirited chuckle. "Awe, you afraid I'm gonna trick ya inta getting yer face stuck in a honey pot or sumthin'?" He taunted.

"Real sweet boyfriend you got here Molyneux." Joe commented back dryly over his shoulder. "Where'd you find him, a junkyard?"

"You wouldn't be too far off with that guess Joey Bob." Hurrying before the two irritable men could be left alone together Bubba went to give chase. Before he could however he had to suddenly stop when he saw Pj go to join them as well, determination on the boys face as he moved forwards.  

"No-no, not you petit." The gator quickly said holding his hand out. "Whatever war is gonna be fought back there isn't for someone as young and innocent as you."

"Bubba, I'm eighteen. Plus… you're going to need someone to help you with dad. I just know it?" Pj said, his worry about what was going to happen during the upcoming negotiations clearly evident. "I really don't mind sitting in."

"I know you don't and that you're an adult cher, but I still think it'd be best if you don't come along." Bubba insisted in an almost parental tone. Looking over to Bobby the mechanic suddenly got an idea. "Why don't you go and keep Bobby company instead? He tends to get into trouble when no one's keeping after him."

"Listen to the man boy! Even if he is being an ass to me at the moment." Bobby called out while lumbering over to the couch and sat down--the cushions sinking down considerably with a squeak because of his weight--with a loud gruff grunt. "You'll have a helluva lot more fun talking to me then a-listening to all that fighting."

Though still not entirely sure if he should stay behind Pj nodded an uneasy okay to Bubba's request and allowed the gator to be on his way. The young man letting off a small sigh as the reptile's muscular back disappeared from sight and he was left alone with Bobby Joe.

'I really hope he can talk dad into getting us a cabin.' Pj said to himself as he turned around and peered over to Bobby afterwards. 'That or he at least talk him into apologizing to both Mr. Jobsons before we're thrown out.'

Sensing from the way the boy was frowning that Pj was still worried about his dad, Bobby Joe quickly patted the spot next to him in invitation to the younger man in the room. "Why don't you come over here and talk to me son." He implored. "Don't think we was properly introduced back in the waiting room pup. You know, since you don't seem to know my name and all."

"Ah, I'm pretty sure we were sir." Thinking back to what had happened before as he hesitantly went over to the couch and sat down, about a foot away from Bobby, Pj distinctly remembered Bubba introducing them. "If I'm wrong though then I'm Pj D'caht." He said anyway. "I-It's nice to meet you Mr. Jobson."

"Nice to meet you too boy, but my name ain't Mr. Jobson." Bobby chuckled. "Naw, I go by Bobby Joe, or just Bobby. Gives me the creeps when people go calling me Mr. Jobson. Makes me get a-thinking I'm an old stuffy man like my brother."

"Well, okay then I guess I'll call you Bobby then." Pj smiled. Relaxed by the friendly way the bear was talking to him the pudgy boy scooted around in his seat so that he could face him better. "By the way… um, Bobby… I really want to apologize for all the stuff my dad was saying. He doesn't always think when he says something."

"Neither does my brother when he's all vexed." Giving his belly a rub Bobby suddenly stood up without warning, Pj nearly falling over as the cushions on the couch sprang back into place under him. "Hey, since we're stuck here how about we have ourselves a drink? Waiting isn't so bad if you do it while getting brick-faced on a good brewski or six!"

"I can't drink beer yet sir." Pj said as he watched the bear waddle over to a small fridge in the corner of the room. "I'm only eighteen so it's still another three years for me."

Opening the mini fridge they kept in the corner of the room Bobby peered over his shoulder and shrugged. "Being eighteen never stopped me a'fore." He said as he bent over, butt in the air so he could search through the contents of his icebox for what he wanted. "I can respect a man who tries to be honest though. How about I get you… hum… ah, here it is, the last coo-coo cola! You young'uns still think these are "radical' or whatever new lingo you're a-using, right?"

Resisting the urge to snicker at the supremely uncool question Pj quickly smothered his giggle with his hand and tried his best to answer the other man respectfully. "Coo-coo cola sounds fine sir." He said. "B-But you don't have to waste your last soda on me."

"Nonsense! No real Jobson man could sit by and leave a guest to get parched." Bobby insisted as returned to the couch, two beers held in one hand and a frosty can of coo-coo cola in the other. "Besides these syrupy thing belongs to Joey not me." Holding out the soda for Pj the bear grinned. "He-he-he, it's gonna give me a real hoot when he goes a-looking for it and thinks I went and drank it out of spite. Might even do something drastic which will be even funnier."

Smiling himself at the conspiratorial way Bobby was talking Pj gladly took the soda can being offered to him and held it up in cheers. "Being an older brother I think I get where you're coming from sir." He said opening the carbonated drink after Bobby tapped it with one of his bottles. "And I promise I'll make sure he doesn't see me drinking it so you can tease him later."

"Now that's a good boy." Dropping back down onto the couch Bobby flicked off the cap of his own drink with his thumb and took a long swig from the bottle, finishing it within seconds with a satisfied sounding belch a few seconds later. "Damn that's some good beer!"

Bringing his can up to his lips Pj took a drink himself, the boy smacking his lips together once he had finished letting the flavor run over his tongue. "Soda's good too." He said a little unsure how he should respond. "Real… grapey."

Shifting around so that he matched Pj's position and faced him Bobby pointed the top of his beer bottle at his guest and struck up a conversation. "Tell me Pup, how long have you and your pappy known Bubba for?" The older man questioned. "That slick as spit gator don't just bring anyone to his "secret fishing spot" so I'm betting ya'll are real close."

"Truthfully me and Bubba only met last fall sir so I don't really know if you can call us close yet.” Pj admitted as the bubbles from his drink tickled his nose. "My dad's known him for a long time though. They were in the army together and now Bubba works in the garage at the used car lot my dad owns."

"So… Bubby and that there Pete fellah spend a lot of time together then?" Bobby asked next with a sly look. "And if so, just how much time we talking?" Popping off the cap from his second drink the bear chuckled as realized what kind of gossip he had just gotten a hold of. His and Bubba's shared circle of friends would be all ears the next time he talked to them.

Not seeing how he was being subtly interrogated, Pj quickly wracked his brain trying to add together all the time the older men were together. "Let's see… I think they spend most of the day together." He answered thoughtfully. "Oh, and sometimes nights too when he sleeps over at our house!"

Yet another good tidbit of information about what Bubba had been up to Bobby thought happily. "Nights too you say?" He drawled. "Now why would he bunk at your place? Don't he have his own place?"

"Yeah, he has an apartment in town but I think he prefers spending the night at mine and my dad's place." Sighing tiredly Pj aimed a weary look at Bobby. "Mostly because of all the weird and wild sex him and my dad have when he does. Ugh, sometimes they get so loud that I can't even get to sleep!"

"He-he-he, Bubby does tend to holler a lot when he's a-fucking and a-grinding." Bobby agreed with a wag of his bushy eyebrows. "Nearly made me loose my hearing once when he went off right in my ear during an orgasm."

"Trust me Mr. Jobs… I-I mean Bobby. You have no idea how bad he is when he's with my dad." Pj huffed lightly as he went to take another drink of his soda. "And I got this feeling that tonight's going to be one of those nights too. Before we came into your store Bubba promised my dad that he could use something that needed six-teen big batteries in it if you can believe such a thing."

A smirk forming on his lips when Pj shuddered dramatically Bobby quickly finished off the last of his beer and leaned in to whisper into the younger man's pointy right ear. "It might sound a little nutty Pup but I can rightfully believe such a thing exists." The Kodiak said. "And, while we're on the subject… I think from the way you're now a-blushing I reckon you wouldn't mind one lick if your daddy and Bubba showed you theirs and rammed it all the way up your hot little butt."

Mouth slowly opening after Bobby finished speaking Pj stared at the older man dumbstruck as soda dribbled down his chin and all over his shirt. ‘D-Did he really just say what I think he said?' The boy wondered. 'I mean, he couldn't have said that, could he?'

Apparently he did because the very next thing Pj knew Bobby suddenly broke out into a huge belly laugh at his expense. "By god boy you should see your face!" He said through all the chortling. "I don't think I've seen an expression like that since the time I shoved a refrigerated dildo up Joey Bob's kiester when he were asleep!!"

Mind coming back to him when he heard about the rather mean spirited yet slightly funny prank Pj turned red straight down to his feet and quickly fumbled to adamantly deny any perceived desire he had to be a part in his dad's weird fascination with huge sex toys.

"I-I-I-I d-don't know what on earth y-you're talking about Mr. Jobson!" Pj stammered, quickly forgetting about Bobby's request not to call him that. "W-What makes you think I would want to do anything like that with my dad at all. I'm not some sort of weirdo or anything! I promise!!"

"What got me a-thinking that was the way you oh so nonchalantly bragged about your pappy's sex life.” Bobby said matter-of-factly. "Only a fellah getting fucked by his old man every single day would ever talk about something like that."

"It's not everyday!" Pj squawked, his blush growing even worse. "Oh… ah… I meant that doesn't prove anything sir. I just hear them so much through the walls that I've sorta become… … … desensitized? Yeah, that's it! Desensitized!"

Bobby gave a humming nod to that idea but quickly waved it off. "Naw that can’t be it." He said. "I mean from the very second I saw you boy I got an inkling that you take your daddy's dick. Something which you just confirmed when you went a-blabbing about it just now."

Groaning in humiliation when he realized he was only digging himself in deeper and deeper by the more he talked Pj lowered his head and banged it lightly against the rim of his soda can. What was wrong with him? Blurting out something like that? Sure there were other people who knew but Bobby Joe was still a relative stranger.

Reminded of the bear who had most likely been watching him during his entire pause Pj slowly peered back up and gifted him with an awkward and very nervous smile. "Um… you're not weirded out are you?" He asked hopefully. "It's… it's not exactly something normal. Having sex with your dad and all."

"Hell son why would I mind that sort of thing." Bobby said while gently nudging Pj with his elbow. "So you and your daddy fuck around and his…" Holding up his hands the large man made air quotes. ""mechanic" sometimes joins in I'm guessing. It's not like I ain't ever seen something like that whenever I go and visit Bubba's poppa. Old gator fucks all three of his boys, including Bubby when he manages to visit."

"Bubba and his dad?!" Pj said honestly surprised. Bubba had talked about sleeping with his brothers once or twice but he had never let on that his dad joined in too. Guess him and Tony Tarn back home weren't the only ones after all. "Wow, guess I never really considered that what me and my dad do isn't that special."

"Awe I bet it's special son. Just not as unique as you thought." Bobby Joe said softly. Pursing his lips the ursine colossus hummed a few times and then quickly grinned. "You know, since I went and sniffed out something you wanted to keep a secret how's about I tell you one of mind so we're even? Promise it's just as good as yours is."

Smiling at the way the other man was trying to cheer him up Pj laughed a little. He had his own "inkling" about what the bear was about to say. "If it's the one I think it is then I already know." He said. "You and the other Mr. Jobson sleep with each other just like me and my dad, right?"

Bobby pretended to be surprised about Pj revelation. "Now, who went and told you that you little booger?" He said with a dramatic gasp. "Here I thought I was being stealthy."

"Bubba told me and my dad about how you met while you went and got your bother." Pj explained. "That also all that kissing the two of you did on Bubba. Brothers normally don't spend time taking turns doing that with the same guy."

"Well, aren't you just a clever thing Pup. But, that 'tweren't the secret I was about to reveal. Nope, this one is better!" Licking his lips Bobby went to whisper into Pj's ear again. Pj feeling a tingle go down his spine as the bears hot liquor-laced breath ghosted across his cheek.

"Alright, so get this…" Bobby began. "Just this morning… my bossy little brother… well, he held me down right there where you're a-sitting, lubed me up nice and slick, then reamed me out something awful."

Stunned at what he just heard all Pj could manage was a confused sounding, "What?"

"You heard me boy!" Bobby chuckled dirtily. "Ol fuss pot had me crying out to the heavens right here on top of this very couch while he pumped my rump faster than a bunny on a sugar rush! Both of us ended up cumming enough to fill a bathtub too when all was said and done!"  

Becoming eerily quiet after Bobby finished his full reveal Pj slowly let his eyes travel down to the space between his legs, eyeing the dingy tan fabric of the sofa before he slowly raised them back up to the grinning man next to him. When his mind still refused to process what he had heard he repeated this same action several more times, face turning redder and redder with each round of nodding he completed.  

It was only after the tenth time he did this comical act that the dark furred boy finally responded to what he had just heard. Giving a very unmanly squeak the boy began to panic and tried to quick spring himself out of his seat as fast as he could, the sheer scandalous embarrassment of knowing what had happened on the very spot he had been sitting making him react on pure instinct.

Unfortunately for Pj squeamishness, his tubby bottom never got the chance to leave his tarnished seat because as soon as he tried to make his hasty escape it was just as quickly thwarted by Bobby. Clutching the fleeing boy's shirt by the back before he could fully escape the larger male yanked him backwards, a surprised "oomph" and than an "AHH!" coming out of Pj as he landed and was instantly trapped by a heavy shaggy arm that pulled him flush against his large ursine captor's side.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's no need to get skittish all of a sudden little fella." Bobby said chuckling deeply as his skittish new friend squirmed against him. "It's not like we ain't got a ton of scotch guard on this thing. It's clean, it's clean!"

With the side of his face smooshed up against Bobby's half bare chest Pj quickly tried to hide his face in the thick fur covering the warm area, bashfulness of what he had just learned making him not realize what he was doing. "I-I know it's clean sir, your house is really nice and all. It's just…" He said shyly. "It's just that it's a little bit weird sitting where you said you had sex before. It's making me… making me…"

"Horny?" Bobby provided with a knowing grin. "Well if that's what's a-troubling you then we got ourselves a problem here. I don't think there's anywhere else you can go son."

Hesitantly peering up Pj pouted. "W-What do you mean by that?"

"Just that I'm sure there ain't a single place in this house where me and Joey haven't gone a-beating cheeks." Bobby said with a lustful growl. Seeing all the sputtering and blushing Pj was doing was really starting to make him hard. "Actually, a'fore we moved over here to finish up we started our last fuck session over there by the fridge. One minute I'm bending over for a drink and the next I got a dick worming its way betwixt my cheeks trying to till the fields."

"Till the fields?" Pj asked, brows furrowing in confusion. Both because of the odd phrase and the fact that his pants were starting to tighten by all this sexual talking.

"Means Joey was a-fucking me." Bobby simply explained as he tightened the grip he had around Pj's shoulders. "Damn… just thinking about how hard he rammed it up my chute is making me harder than a steel rod!"

Stopping for a moment, the large man spread his legs wide and shifted his hips upwards a little, the clear outline of his manhood visible through the fabric of his pants. "See my dilemma?" He said in mock sadness. "Poor fellah is stuck rubbing up against the fabric."

Eyes locking on to the trapped organ, Pj unconsciously licked his lips. Drool starting to run out of his mouth at how appetizing it look. "Y-Yeah I can s-see." He said entranced. "Is it really hurting?"

"Oh it is." Bobby said while pretending to wipe away a single tear that was supposedly running down his cheek. "If ONLY there was some cute boy 'round who would take mercy on me and give me a "hand". You wouldn't happen to know such a do-gooder would you Pup?"

Confused at the overly hammy way Bobby was talking at first Pj went to look back up to him, about to ask what on earth he was doing. However, when he did so he came face to face with the older man and suddenly understood. Looking into the bear's dark brown eyes Pj saw mischievousness twinkling in them. The slight gleam instantly telling him what was happening without a single word.

As odd as it was apparently Bobby liked play act as foreplay. Yes, that had to be it! And just like when he had watched the bear and his brother during their kissing Bubba competition Pj oddly found the very idea very charming. In a lot of ways Bobby was sort of childish. His personality boisterous and easily excitable along with a friendly nature befitting a man much younger than he was.  

It was in thinking of this playful attitude plus all the sexual frustration that Bubba and Pete had put him through that Pj made a sudden decision to go along with the game he had found himself a part of, a small snicker gently shaking his body as Bobby continued to hug him as he said his first line.

"I-I think I could help you Bobby." The pudgy boy finally said in an almost timid way. "T-That is if you think I can handle it."

Pleased beyond belief that Pj seemed to understand where he was leading him to Bobby flashed the boy a excited grin and cleared his throat so he could speak clearly. "I'm sure you can you little rascal." He said with a growl. "Let me get him out of his cage for you, alright? He's sorta sensitive though so make sure to treat him ex-tree nice."

"Don't worry I've handled ones like him before." Pj smiled.

Growling a curse under his breath and a thank you to whoever was listening above for bringing him such a handsome and willing boy Bobby lowered his free hand down to his fly and unzipped his pants, the opening quickly parting as the tip of his uncircumcised manhood poked it's was out from under the scratchy denim.

"Well, there it is son, the old Jobson Johnson." Adjusting his knees a little Bobby fully fished his dick along with his large heavy balls out through the hole in his overalls. "See how hard and angry looking it is?" He said while pulling back the foreskin covering the head of his member and before he let the whole thing fall heavily against his thigh. "I'm really hoping that you know a way to make the swelling stop."

Almost losing it right there at the comical thing just said Pj quickly swallowed his laughter and pretended to be serious. "I'll try sir." He promised. "How should I start though?"

"Maybe start by a-stroking it." Bobby suggested grinningly. "Might be able to sooth it if your nice warm hands are massaging just the right way."

"Okay." Tongue running across his bottom lip Pj slowly reached out with the hand that wasn't trapped against Bobby Joe's belly and took hold of the pulsing organ between the bear's legs, the grip he used almost breaking when it jumped in his palm and grew slightly bigger. "Wow, it's kind a warm. Warmer than most men's and I've… you know touched a lot of different guys."

"That's just cause we men down south are hot blooded." Bobby joked. "Now come on Pup. I need what you got worse than a fellah in prison needs a warm hole!"

"Anything you say sir." Nodding Pj began to move his hand, a snail's pace at first than faster and faster and faster. His motions soon becoming a blur as he guided his palm up and down.

Hugging Pj closer while he unsteadily jerked his throbbing member like a mad man, Bobby rumbled deeply in his chest and spread his legs to allow the boy to do his work. His wonderful, wonderful work! Glassy eyes going down to watch what was happening the big man reveled in the way his uncut cock looked in Pj's hands, the dark maroon head vanishing under the hood on top each time the boy's hand moved upwards.

"A-Am I doing it alright sir?" Pj asked after several minutes of silently using his hand. "I could try something else if I'm not doing it right?"

"Son, there ain't no wrong way to be doing this!" Bobby responded through clenched teeth. "But of your needing critique than how about you speed up and add more pressure. I'm a big fellah, so I won't mind you using a little bit of strength while you a-stroking."

Following the instructions being given to the letter Pj instantly began to move faster, his hand gripping the thick shaft he was playing with as hard as he could as he did. When Bobby groaned long and hard and slapped his back lightly he smiled, proud of himself as he glanced upwards to the other man. Like before Bobby was staring back down, eyes lustful and lips parted ever so slightly as he lowered his head until their noses touched.

"Now that's how you do it proper!" Bobby said in a growly voice, hot breath intermingling with Pj's. "You enjoying touching me like this Pup? Making me huff and puff as your wrap them fingers around that big bear dick, bringing me to completion? Bet you want more don't you? Come on, you can say it if that's really what you're a-wanting."

"I do want more sir!" Pj said with a whine. Even without being the one being touched he felt like he was about to cum. There was just something about Bobby's deep voice that gave him goose bumps. "C-Can I you know… suck on you please?

"He-he-he, well aren't you just adorable. Saying please at a time like this." Bobby remarked back in a cooing tone. "You sure you wanna suck on me though? I was working in the store room moving boxes and equipment b'fore you fellah came round. Might be a little sweaty down there."

Screwing his eyes shut Pj vehemently shook his head. "I don't care!" He said loudly. "Your cock looks so darn good I can't help to want to do it."

"Then get to it Pup. There's no way in all creation that I'd go and stop you." Cupping the back of Pj's head Bobby pulled him into a passionate kiss, the bear's thick dexterous tongue invading the cat's gullet like a freight train plowing through a brick wall as he plundered the cavern deeply, seeking, searching, probing until he pulled away with a deep baritone chuckle and a nip to the boy's now bruised bottom lip.

"Make sure to watch those teeth." Bobby joked. "Hate to have to tell you to stop once you get started because you need a spanking. He-he-he not that we wouldn't enjoy that too."

Not getting any resistance from his new young friend Bobby began to push Pj's face downwards towards his lap. Mouth obediently opening as he neared the mammoth maleness before him Pj quickly shifted in his seat onto all fours, one hand resting on the cushions while the other one landed on Bobby's knee, the younger man lowering himself so he could properly swallow the current object of his immense desires.

(Bet by now you're wondering what got into me aren't you Mr. Diary, aren't you? I mean earlier I wrote in you that I was a little ashamed about the way I was constantly thinking about sex. Well to answer your questions all I can say is… I just can't help myself! Maybe I am as big a slut as dad says, who knows. But after being denied release not once, not twice, but three times that day I really needed some relief I guess. That and Bubba's friend Bobby Joe was just such a nice guy. The way he acted, his friendliness, that big smile always on his face, all of these things made me feel like I had know him for years. And you know how I am with people I've know for years. Heck, same goes with people I only know in passing.)

Letting out a long appreciative groan when the warm wetness of Pj's mouth surrounded his cock Bobby Joe bit his bottom lip hard and firmly kept his hand on the back of the boy's head as he began to thrust upwards with shallow movements.

"That's it boy! Really go at it. Take me deep!" The large Kodiak huffed in encouragement as Pj kept going down on him until the teen's nose was nestled in his thick pubes. "'You didn't waste a lick of time did you Pup? He-he-he never had a young-un this experienced with pecker play a'fore."

Emboldened by the praise being given to him Pj waited several minutes and then lifted his head back up so the cock he had been sucking on fell from his lips. If Bobby Joe liked the way he had deep throated him then he'd love seeing the full extent of the skills he had learned.

Going for the underside first he held the pulsating uncut cock in place and slowly ran his tongue along the vein covered it's surface. Pulsing, crisscrossing patterns that he paid great attention to while flicking the top with his thumb. Eventually Pj went even lower to suck on the bear's large heavy balls, the twin orbs getting the same treatment as he nibbled and mouthed them, saltiness and sweat making his mouth water as he enjoyed the flavor.    

"Shit boy!" Bobby shouted out as his whole groin heated up from the attention being paid. "No wonder Bubba ain't been around! Who the fuck would want to go anywhere when they got a little cooter like you to play around with in bed?"

Moving his hand off of Pj's head--the need to instruct the boy on what to do obviously not needed--Bobby decided to return the favor being paid to him in the best way he could. Using his left hand he brought it up and shoved it into the chubby boy's shorts, thick calloused fingers coming into contact with and then squeezing the prominent bulge in the pair of precum soaked tighty-whities Pj was wearing.

"OH MAN!" Pj moaned as he was touched so intimately.  

"Oh, now what did I find down here?" Bobby wondered aloud as Pj returned to fervently sucking on his meat. Even being pleasured like he was the large man still wanted to continue with the play acting the had did earlier. "Looks like you got yourself the same problem I did boy. Now what am I to do?"

Stopping what he was doing to respond Pj bit his bottom lip and ground into the palm touching him. "You... you could, you know, d-do what I did?" He suggested bashfully. "N-Not that I’m forcing you to or anything. I'm perfectly happy if all you wanted to do is this."

"Your right I don't have to." Bobby said sounding dead serious for a moment. But, as soon as Pj gave him a disappointed pout this façade quickly crumbled with a small chuckle. "That's not to say I ain't gonna do it anyway." The bear informed. "A'fore I start though, let's get ourselves a little more comfortable."

"More comfortable?" Pj wondered as he sat upright and knitted his eyebrows together. Sure the couch they were on wasn't all that comfortable but it was far from painful to sit on. "How are we going to do that? Do you have some pillows somewhere around here or… OH!"

Lifting his tremendous body out of his seat as Pj questioned him Bobby took it upon himself to reveal what he had meant with actions. After working out a kink from his back with a stretch and a crack the Kodiak hooked both of his clawed thumbs under the straps holding up his overalls and casually slipped them off of his shoulders, the article of clothing falling to the floor around his ankles before he stepped out of them and kicked them across the room.

"Get what I was talking about now?" Bobby Joe asked smugly as he shook his hips from left to right and wagged his stumpy tail. "Now I can air out all my private bits and relax." Turning back around the large man set his feet a foot apart allowing large hooded cock and balls to swing freely between his legs lie a pendulum.

Not responding to that obvious bit of teasing Pj silently let his eyes run over the entirety of the naked body of the seven foot tall man standing in front of him. As he had observed earlier in the waiting room Bobby Joe's body was heavyset just like his father's. The large rounded belly and thickset frame he had causing a little thrill to run down Pj's spin as he absently reached out and ran his fingers through the thick dark brown fur that covered it.

Sure he liked muscled bodies like Bubba's and absolutely loved the doughy yet athletic football player's build Moose had, but there would always be a special place in Pj's heart and his sexual fantasies for people with bodies like Bobby, his brother Joe, and his own dad. A certain sexiness and chubbiness mixed with hidden strength that never failed to make him agree to things most men would never do.  

Completely lost in his own thoughts Pj was startled when Bobby’s large hand landed on his head and ruffled his head fur, the bear chuckling and speaking to him in a highly amused manner. "You like the look of me all nekkid boy?" He asked seemingly reading Pj's mind. "Cause from the way you're eyeballing me I'm starting to feel like you do."

Eyes dropping downwards as the large paw on his head caused his stomach to flutter Pj nodded, his cheeks pinkening when he came face to face with the bear's cock again. "Yes sir, I really, really like it." He admitted. "B-But maybe you should get dressed again."

When Bobby gave him a slightly hurt look when he peered back up Pj quickly jumped to his feet and scrambled to explain why he had requested him to redress. "I-I-I don't mean you should do it because I changed my mind or anything!" He said fast. "It's just that I really don't want my dad coming in here and catching use right in the middle of… whatever your planning for us to do. He's been real grumpy and jealous all day and I'd hate for him to get mad at you or something. He might start saying things and then I'd be mortified and then I'd have to apologize for him since god knows he won't. Maybe we could go into your bedroom or--HUMPH!!"

Finding Pj's rambling argument for changing locations adorable as he droned on Bobby pressed his thick finger against the boy's lips shushing him in an instant. "You ain't gotta worry about that Pup." He said confidently. "I'm sure they'll be back there for a bit. Besides… something tells me the only reason he went and got a twist in his britches a'fore is b'cause me and my brother were making moves on his man."

"You mean Bubba?" Sure Pete and the gator were close but Pj still had a little trouble believing that there was anything more that a friendship between the two. Even with the was his dad had acted earlier. However, before Pj could think about this new revelation too hard he was efficiently distracted by Bobby who reached down and began pulling his shirt off without giving him a warning.

"HEY!" Pj yelped as he was suddenly undressed.

"He-he-he, "hey" is for horses Pup." Bobby chuckled as he finished removing the bothersome shirt obstructing his view of his new friend's chest Bobby growled appreciatively. Kid had a nice pair of titties on him that he was going to enjoy sucking on later. "I'm horny and I'm done having to wait, you hear? Right now I want your bouncy little ass naked and ready for a-fucking as of ten minutes ago!"

Covering his nipples with his hands out of habit when he saw the way the bear was staring at them Pj cheeks tinted. Looked like his concerns about being spotted had been overthrown by the sheer willpower of his new large friend. Not that he minded all that much he swiftly realized. After all, it's not like things like this hadn't happened before.

"Okay, we can do whatever we're doing here." Pj acquiesced. "But at least promise me that when we hear someone coming we'll stop for a moment so they don't walk in while we're--AHH!"

Impatience getting the better of him again as he continued to eyeball the teenager speaking to him Bobby suddenly growled and spun Pj around so he was facing the couch. Then, just as the boy was about to look over his shoulder the Kodiak devastated him of his drawers and underwear then gave him a gentle push, the force he used forcing Pj to climb onto the sofa on his knees, ass presented to the older man before he could even fully process what had just happened.

Left completely naked and utterly confused by at the sudden way Bobby had just stripped and positioned him Pj peered over his shoulder as he knelt there atop the couch, hands holding him steady from their place gripping the back, completely and utterly at the mercy of the big bear and whatever he was planning for his vulnerable backside. "Mr. Jobson?" He asked. "Why'd you do that?"

"Humm-humm now this here is one mighty fine ass!" Bobby said instead of answering. Not that he had Pj right where he wanted he reached out and rubbed the full furry cheeks within his touch growling huskily. "Bet your daddy and Bubby go nuts when they get this thing between the sheets."

"Yeah they do." Pj nodded finally getting what was going on. Seemed that when he wanted something Bobby wasn't one for politely asking. Something that Pj actually liked after all the forceful and mind blowing awesome times his dad had "forced" him into a sexual encounter. "Sometimes they go all night taking turns." He continued. "One after the other until I'm too sore back there to take anymore."

"Your hole must be real purdy when that happens. All red and raw and a-needing tenderness." Bobby said as he squatted down. A palm resting on each cheek of Pj’s rear end the older man carefully pried them apart and exposed the pucker trapped in-between. "He-he-he, looks like you saw a little action a'fore you came over here, didn't you Pup? Was it Bubby who did it or did…"

"M-My dad." Pj quickly said as he turned away and bit down on the fabric of the couch in front of him. "When I went to wake him up he pulled me into his arms and… h-he started playing with me back there. I tried to tell him we could do it later but it just felt so darn good. Left me a little sore though."

Lowering his head Bobby blew some air on the tight entrance he had revealed, the snug rear entrance giving a twitch as it was exposed to cool air. "Judging from that man's temper I bet he weren't too easy on you when he worked them sausages in here was he?" He said. "Well don't worry. Seeing as that's the case I got us a perfect way to sooth any tenderness he may have left behind right'sher."

Lowering his head Bobby quickly wormed his tongue between Pj's as cheeks and began to eat the boy out with all the gusto and vigor most men showed when enjoying a really good meal. Swiping his tongue across the pucker he had uncovered he growled huskily and too pleasure in the taste of chubby boy butt, a favorite flavor of his he quickly concluded as he went hog wild.    

Feeling Bobby go to work at his raw and slightly sore hole Pj let out a long moan, his fingers digging into the top of the couch as he wiggled his hips from side to side, desperately seeking a way to get more of that wonderful probing organ going at his anus deeper inside of himself.

"OH GEEZE MR. JOBSON!!!" Pj keened as he was rimmed. "Oh man, oh man…. Yessss that feels amazing! You're making it lots better now!"

Beyond the desire to play around anymore as he got into what he was doing Bobby only gave a passing acknowledging to Pj's frantic words of lust, his attention too focused on the most private of areas he was now privy to exploring.

Upping the ante once he had dug the tip of his tongue hard into the wrinkled entrance several times the horny bear quickly moved onto exploring other sensitive regions, each bit of attention he paid to any particular area greatly appreciated given the way his current sexual partner moaned and shoved his ass against his face.

Slowly Bobby led his inquisitive and slippery tongue to explore the cat's hairy taint, the feeling of it spasming under his touch making him rumble with a growl before he traveled upwards, trailing the entire length of the crevice that he had oh so many plans for and back again.  

"Fuck I can't get enough of this chubby ol thing.' Bobby thought as he enjoyed himself. 'Man could go and get himself lost in a ass like this'n.'

For what seemed like hours Pj reveled in the wonderful onslaught on his ample bottom, the chubby young man descending into fits of babbling in-between lucid pleas for more as he rested his head on the couch while Bobby gladly gave him what he wanted by munching on his bottom unabated, every trick he had accrued during his past rimming experiences used to their fullest extent.

With the way the two men were so completely preoccupied with their shared experience they both failed to realize someone heading towards the room they were using until said mysterious person entered and stopped dead on the spot, his eyes widening for a moment or two before he choose to announce his presence in his usual "Slick as spit" sort of way.

"Looks like it didn't take you long Petite." Bubba's Cajun accented rang out from the pairs right. "We were only back there for twenty minutes."

Head snapping up when he heard the alligator's teasing voice, Pj let out a embarrassed groan and fearfully peered over to where he had heard the question come from. Just as he had thought, there was Bubba standing in the same archway he had vanished through earlier, the gator resting the hands on his hips as he intensely watched them.

Faced with his voyeur's unmoving stare and knowing smirk Pj quickly tried to explain what was going on, his voice coming out very unconvincing and a little high pitched as Bobby, apparently unaware of their audience, choose that exactly moment to add his fingers to the mix, two thick digits scissoring and spreading the tight hole he was exploring as his wiggling tongue drilled deeper.

"Uh… I can explain!" Pj said unevenly. "I, really, really can!"

Playfully rolling his eyes upwards Bubba moved forward, his tail swaying from side to side ever so slightly as he neared the couch. "Oh, I bet you can Petite." He agreed with a lick of his lips. "Though I'm sure whatever you come up with won't be half as interesting as the truth."

"Don… *ahh* …don't tease me while someone's got their face in my butt please!" Pj whined pitifully as he tried his hardest to concentrate on talking with Bubba. A task which was incredibly hard given what was going on behind him. "Why… *ooh* …w-why are you back anyway? Did dad and Mr. Jo--AHH--bson start fighting? D-Do you NEED my HELP!?"

"No, all that's done with. But only after they spent fifteen minutes fighting themselves stupid." Bubba complained with a huff. Spinning around when he reached the sofa he leaned against the back of the couch nest to Pj and crossed his arms over his chest. "You should have seen them." He continued casually. "Joey Bob gave your daddy a run for his money but Petey eventually got the upper hand."

"A-And he got us a cabin, right?"   Pj said with big hopeful eyes. This had to be one of the downright most bizarre conversations he had ever had. Getting rimmed and talking at the same time! "Y-You said they did, didn't you?

"Yup a nice little place by the lake." Bubba happily announced. "We just got to wait for those hot heads to finish up the paper work and we can relax."

Done with talking about how thickheaded his two grumpy friend's were, the gator shifted his focus down Pj's back and to Bobby's head which was repeatedly bobbing up and down behind the black furred ass he was eating out. "You going to stay back there all day licking derriere Bobby Joe or are you going to get serious?' He asked with a big toothy grin. "A man can't sustain himself by nibbling good ass alone. You'll have to fuck Pj eventually."

Finally coming up for air, the fur on his muzzle matted down with his own spit and a smirk on his face Bobby eagerly nodded at the mechanic's question. "Since when can a body ever have enough of eating out something this fine?" He asked cheerfully. "But I'm supposing you're right Bubby. …As usual. It is a-time I go and give this kid little Bob right up his chubby kiester."

Grunting as he clumsily lumbered back onto his feet Bobby gave Pj's backside a small slap and got into position behind him, his large and dripping cock pressed up between the full as cheeks that were quivering under his touch as Pj gave an involuntary whine.

"What do you say Pup? You wanna be fucked?" Bobby asked while sliding his meat over the heated crevice. "Because I don't know if you can feel it but this bear's a-hankering to tear up this ass you got something awful. Feel the need to breed and I'm fit to burst."

"Hum, forgot how creatively filthy you can be when you're riled up Bobby." Bubba said becoming excited by the dirty talk and the sight of the head of his friend's penis popping up over the top of Pj's asscrack. "You're making me so horny that I can't help by go and help myself to a helping of Pj here too.'

Hands going down to begin unbuckling his belt the gator chuckled dirtily and wagged his eyebrow ridge at the boy. "You up for the two of us coming at you Petite?" He asked him. "Me and Bobby can go and spit roast you between us. Get our thick ol cocks working in and out at both ends at once, filling your belly with both our spunk."

Screwing his eyes shut at the incredibly filthy imagery of Bubba's question Pj whimpered and clenched his fists. "Man, this is so embarrassing, but yes I would!" He bemoaned halfheartedly. "Just promise you won't be that rough on me. I really want to be able to sit down later."

"Don't worry Petite, we'll look after you while we have out fun." Dropping his pants around his ankles, Bubba gave a small chuckle and cupped Pj's face with both his hands, his thick and quickly hardening member rising upwards to press against the boy's still kiss bruised lips. "Now please stop your fussing and open wide for me. I have been wanting one of your million dollar blow jobs ever since I watched you give your daddy one in the RV."

After shooting Bubba a very put upon look for having watched him during that too Pj opened his mouth with an "Ahhhhhh!" and quickly found himself with a gullet full of hot gator cock. The older man pushing his way inside with a gentle forward thrust, inch after inch of his light, cream colored dick sliding down a tight convulsing throat as his crotch came into contact with the chubby boy twitching nose.

Watching as Bubba stuffed himself into their little friend's mouth Bobby took it as an okay for him to start as well. Gritting his teeth and giving a serious expression the large shaggy Kodiak quick spat into his hand and used the slickness to slicken up his uncircumcised member. That done Bobby then positioned the bloated tip up against the wet and open hole he had been playing with and pushed his way inside.

"Damn, damn, damn this pup is tight!" Bobby growled as he sank into Pj's innards cautiously. Given his tremendous size he knew to be careful when he started fucking. No need to make the wonderful time they were having painful for anyone involved. Not that the way he was being squeezed didn't burn in a arousing sort of way.

"He's a-squeezing me like a fucking vice!" He said looking over to Bubba. "You sure you and his daddy been a-fucking his ass? Feels like he were a virgin."

Gyrating his hips back and forth with a small snarl on his lips Bubba huffed out a small laugh at that observation. "Oh he "were" a virgin alright Bobby Joe." He joked as he began to face fuck Pj, his face tilted downwards so he could watch his cock sliding back and forth past the boy's lips, their eyes meeting. "Cute "Petite Catin" has had more pipe in him than a plumbing store. Ain't that right Petite?"

With his mouth full of dick all Pj could do was hum and "yes" to the older man's words, cheeks tinting and own penis hardening as he was subjected to the whims of the two above him. Of course that isn't to say he didn't think about what Bubba had just said with some amusement.

Him not being a virgin seemed like such a long time ago to Pj now. The supposedly sacred state having been conquered by his own father one September afternoon and regularly every six hours ever since. Now, after everything he had done Pj could suck cocks like a pro, take dick up his butt with the best of them, and do everything and anything in-between.

Realizing this as he was driven into at both end Pj oddly felt himself blush because of a combination of embarrassment and pride, the sensation only becoming worse when Bobby--though only halfway inside of him--began to fuck him with slow careful strokes. Every inch of the older man's manhood felt as he rolled his hips back and forth.

"Damn this is one good ass you found Bubby." Bobby said giving both sides of Pj's backside a sharp slap as he steadily drove himself into the boy, testing the waters before he truly began to go hog wild. "Cant' wait till I can really get in there and get him a-squealing on my rod. Bet he's even cuter when that happens."

"You mean you aren't all the way in already!" Bubba said in disbelief.

Leaning over the mechanic gazed down to where Bobby and Pj were connected and was disappointed to find him only half in. "Don't be a damn fool you big galoot." He laughed. "Pj can take what you got so fuck him like the big man you are. That is… unless you dot got the stamina or gumption anymore because of your age."

"Oh, now you're lucky your over there where I can't get at ya Bubby!" Bobby huffed with a smile. "I'd wallop a lesser man if he went a-saying that."

"Then prove me wrong and start really moving!" Bubba challenged. "Both me and the Petite here want to see a Kodiak going full steam!"

Sufficiently egged on by Bubba's words and the way Pj was waggling his hips, trying to get him deeper Bobby felt a surge of arousal and grabbed the boy by those big rounded hips so he could drive himself into his ass as hard as he could. To his pleased shock Pj took him easily the boy moaning around Bubba's cock as he began to press back against him obviously eager for him to start truly fucking him.

"He-he-he, now this is a Pup!" Bobby proclaimed with a holler, his hips quickly retreating for a moment before he thrust forwards again, the same action repeated over and over again, faster with each jab. "Gonna be a-thinking about this day for a damn long time!!"

Driven into again and again by what Bobby Joe had between his strong sturdy legs, Pj continuously began groaning around the cock he was sucking, body heating up and spittle running down his chin as he was taken in the most pleasurable of ways.

This had to have been the most the pleasure numbed young man had ever taken since that used his dad's Assblaster eXXXtreme™ without permission. Something that while very, very enjoyable had made it hard to sit at a school desk the next day. An outcome that Pj felt was going to repeat itself given the way he was being fucked.

However, as much as thought of having to use his inflatable doughnut cushion for the rest of their trip displeased him Pj just didn't have the heart to stop what was going on. All the discomfort in the world was well worth the incredible feeling of fullness he was getting from being rutted by the giant bull Kodiak behind him.

"How's it feel now Bobby?" Bubba wondered as he continued his own gyrations, the way Pj was sucking him as he was reamed out by his friend increasing to the point where he felt like cumming with every passing second.

"Fells god damned E-MAZING!!!" Bobby responded back. Feeling a surge of primal instinct suddenly rise in his lust fogged mind the big man took Bubba by the shoulder and pulled him forwards, their lips coming together in a heated and passionate kiss as they fucked the boy between them.

Though initially surprised by the kiss he had been forced into Bubba quickly rebounded and before either man could fully register what they were doing they began to synchronize their movements, both working like a well oiled machine, one older man withdrawing from Pj's pliable body while the other thrust into him hard.

'Holy cow this is amazing!' Pj screamed out in his head.

Hedonistically indulging in the sensations wracking through his chubby body Pj quickly began to loose himself in their ménage à trois and went limp as he was used by the pair of kissing men above him. This was the life! His ass on fire as it was pounded into, his jaw getting sore from being stretched by Bubba's cock, and his own member leaking copious amounts of precum onto the sofa he was kneeling on.

In fact, the only thing that still bothered the boy was the small twinge of worry that he got when he remembered his dad. Yes, Bobby had said that the older man wouldn't be jealous when they had gotten naked, but now with Bubba joining them things might just get a little complicated.

As if just thinking about the grouchy man was enough to summon him from the ether, Pete's loud and obnoxious voice suddenly rang out from behind the copulating trio. Pj's left eye opening when he heard it, he worriedly peered over to the entryway where the noises were coming from, a whimper coming out of him as he realized he was about to pulled into something he just might not survive.

"I still say yer over chargin' me fer da damn thing!" Pete complained with a growl. "Two-hundred smack-a-roos is way too much fer one fuckin' measly cabin."

"And I keep telling you Mr. D-caht that's the lowest offer I can give you without losing money!" Joey Bob's own southern voice followed. "I swear… damn Bubba's gonna be paying with his ass later for bringing you here."

Storming back into the Jobson's den with a disgruntled huff when he heard that, Pete held up a stack of stapled together form papers and shook it violently in the direction of the rest of the room. "Alright ya pair of little bitches here ya go! I went an got ya yer damn cabin!" He shouted angrily. "Now lets get da hell outta here before I go an slug this freakin' honey lovin' son-of-… huh?"

Having been behind Pete when they were walking towards his living room Joe suddenly had to step to the side with a hop as the shorter man leading the way stopped without warning. "What's the matter now you onry cuss?" Joe asked as he leaned in to get a closer look at the surprise on the other man's face. "You finally loose you voice? If so, then why the hell didn't that happen a'fore when I was tricking you into signing?"

Snapping his eyes away from what he had been looking at Pete glowered over to the bear. "Wait a minute…" He drawled. "…Wut da fuck do ya mean tricked!"

"Ooowee, looks like I went and got him started again!" Joe said while rolling his eyes upwards. Sensing that he had opened Pandora's box the large man turned to look for Bubba so he could once again help reign in his troublesome "friend" but suddenly found himself forgetting all about that when he spotted the threesome going on over by his couch.

For the first few seconds all Joe did was dumbly stared at the sight, his eyes taking in everything as Bubba and his brother broke their kiss and grinned at one another sinisterly before looking down to Pj and increasing the speed at which they were fucking his youngest guest.

But then--senses coming back to him in a flash--the more serious side of the Jobson's twin's made a shout of outrage and shoved Pete out of his way so he could stomp over towards the three with anger flashing in his eyes. "Bobby Joey Jobson, you oversexed, dumb as a brick, Son. Of. A. Bitch!!" Reaching his older brother Bobby did something that surprised everyone and gave him a hard, sharp slap on his flexing ass, the smack echoing out though tout the room and ringing in all their ears.  

"What he hell--" Ears flattening Bobby abruptly pulled out of Pj and staggered back, both his hands going to his backside so he could rub the stinging bruise that had been so suddenly been placed there and level his brother with a glare. "What the hell was that about Joey Bob!? You done near gave me a welt doing that!"

Frowning back at Bobby, Joe got into the other man's face, his nose pressing up against the other man's as he glared into his eyes. "Well then I'll just have to smack your lying ass harder next time, don't I?" He growled. "What the hell do did get off starting all the fun without me again!? E-specially after you went and promised me you wouldn't after last time."

Face going blank at the accusation Bobby Joe darted his eyes over to Pj as the boy flipped himself over to sit on the couch and then up to Bubba who was leaning over the back again. It was as he did this that he suddenly remembered what he had swore to his little brother and hissed guiltily.

"Goshdarnit, Joey I plumb forgot about that." Bobby said quietly, the shame he felt for letting the other bear down making him lower his head and slump his shoulder. "But I promise I didn't mean to do it this time, honest. It just went and happened cause this little feller is too damn cute. I couldn't resist."

Subtly leaning over Pj's shoulder Bubba said something quietly to him. "See, just like I said Petit." He whispered. "You are just too damn cute for your own good. Look at you beguiling that poor man into breaking his word. You little tramp."

"I didn't beguile anyone!" Pj quickly said as he aimed a halfhearted glare in the gator's direction.

However, seeing as Mr. Jobson didn't seem to be swayed by Bobby's apology the younger man decided he should try and intervene in argument brewing between the siblings before it could evolve into a full fledged fight. "Bobby's right Mr. Jobson, it just happened by accident." He said over to them "I really don't think he meant to do whatever it is he did wrong. I-It was sorta my fault now that I think of it. I started talking about something and he got all excited and I was horny and… well you can see where it led."

Peering over to Pj with his hard, angry expression--the sight of which made the boy cringe and pout in fear of being yelled at--Joe narrowed his eyes and stared at him for several long terrifying moments. But then, just as the glaring intensified to the point it could seemingly kill someone the older man's mood suddenly changed and he chuckled good-naturedly.

"Fuck-it you're right Bobby." Joe said holding his sides and smiling over to Bobby. "This'n has got to be the most adorable Pup we ever met. I'm surprised you didn't jump on'im the second you met him in the waiting room."

"I was about too you know." Bobby Joe said joining in on the laughter. "But then I saw his daddy and couldn't make up my mind! He reminds me a little of that one guy--"

"--You mean The bulldog with the motorcycle and Tom of Finland dress sense?" Joey finished with a snicker. "Remember what we did to him once he discovered we like fucking around with men?"

Bobby grinned, the welt he had received from his brother completely forgotten. "He-he-he damn right I do!" He said. "Damn did he look good wearing nothing but that leather jacket and dirty jockstrap!"

Growing confused as he watched the two descend into a fit of snickering and country sayings Pj slowly shook becoming utterly lost. "I don't get it." He said. "One minute they're fighting and the next they're acting like their best of friends again."

"That's just how they are Cher." Bubba provided for the puzzled boy. "They feud like a pair of wet cats thrown together in a sack but love each other all the same."

Mulling over what Bubba just told him Pj guessed he could understand. Pistol, his sister, had been a pain in the but when they lived together but he still missed here. 'I should really give her a call sometime  .' He thought, eyes misting up a little.

Pj's trip down memory lane was quickly derailed though when his father suddenly spoke up after having been lost reading the paperwork during the whole disagreement between the brothers. "Ferget it, I changed my mind!" He announced as he went over to the others. "Wut da hell is this here 'bout sumthin' called a tax surcharge? Sounds real fishy ta me!"

Dramatically groaning when he heard his boss speak Bubba used his tail to give him a shove from where he was standing. He usually didn't mind Pete's attitude, even enjoyed it at times, but right now his stubborn insistence on not paying what he felt was too much for a cabin was truly starting to get on her nerves.

"Boss man, no more!" Bubba declared with a growl. "You are paying whatever you agreed to back there in the office and that will be the end of it!"

Waving Bubba's straight faced command off with a snort Pete went to tear up the contract he had signed. However, just as he was about to rip it--Pj gasping as he flexed his arms--Pete suddenly took stock of what was going on around him again.

Letting his eyes wander the sinister, greedy, and down right sneaky man took in the naked forms of both his panicking son and one of their hosts alongside Bubba's cock which despite the interruption was still rock hard. Seeing all this an idea formed in his scheming mind that was worth of one belonging to a criminal mastermind.

"On second thought… I think I jus thunk up a way ta get 'xactly wut I want fer da price I want." Neatly and calmly folding the papers in his hand Pete nonchalantly rounded the couch and walked up to Joe who was standing next to his nude brother with suspicion in his eyes. "You feel like hearin' 'm deal Yogi?

"You already used that one D-caht but go ahead." Joey asked afraid yet curious to hear what he had on his mind. "Spit it out a'fore I tell you to go fuck yourself with a baseball bat."

"Sorry but da only thing doin' da fuckin' when it comes ta me is my own pud Paddington." Pete quipped, the smirk Bubba gave him causing a momentary spark of annoyance to blossom before he went to tell Joe about his idea. "Here's 'm offer though, yer gonna hand over da a set of keys ta one of yer little ol cabins and in turn I'll let ya and yer brother continue fuck-a-fyin' 'm son's here fer da rest of da afternoon."

Mouth hanging open when his dad said that Pj stared up at him in disbelief. "Are you trying to pimp me out!" He shouted in shock.

"Ah stop yer fussin' boy I can see ya getting' hard from over here at da thought of havin' these two hicks coming at ya at once." Pete said with dark amusement. "'Sides it's da only way we're gonna be getting' dat fuckin' cabin ya want so bad?"

Pj sighed and fiddled with his thumbs, cheeks heating up. "Well, okay, but do I really have to… you know sell myself for it."

"Course ya don't brat. I ain't really gonna pimp ya!" Pete snapped, clearly surprising Pj who looked back at him blinkingly. "Just thought dat since ya already let Smokey fuck-a-fy yer hole dat ya wouldn't mind doin' da same wit da udder one." Giving his son a smug look the older man then grinned evilly. "Course, iffin ya do refuse-a-my-fy den it looks like you have'ta kiss dat cabin goodbye wont'cha?"

Choosing to ignore the blackmail his dad was using to get him to agree Pj looked over to Joe and Bobby Joe, in all the excitement the older bear's cock had softened a little, but even at half mast it was thick and alluring. If the younger Jobson was identical down below the belt like he seemed to be everywhere else then Pj knew he was going to enjoy being with him if he agreed to what his dad was saying. And besides, it wasn't like he hadn't done stuff like this before. The encounters he had with Mr. Macalla and Mr. Wey coming into his mind as he sat there, completely naked and ass still warm from the pounding he had received from Bobby Joe.

"Okay dad I'm in." Pj said giving a tired yet slightly happy sigh. "But this is the last time alright."

"Until it's da next." Pete smirked. Turning back to Joey Bob who had been mulling over what his guest had offered him the rotund man stuck his hand out for him to take. "Well wadda ya say salmon breath?" He asked. "Do ya wanna trade some down and dirty fuckin' fer a big fat deal on a cabin? Only got two-thousand miles on dat ass give'er take. It's in prime condition an ready fer a ride iffin ya don't mind the stick shift."

Chuckling at the used car salesmen lingo Pete had used Joe took the offered palm and gave it a sturdy shake. "Deal Mr. D-Caht." He said nodding. "But there's one other thing I'm a-wanting from you concerning this whole business a'fore I fully agree. Something I can only get from you."

"And dat is?" Pete growled. Even now the fucking redneck was trying to trick him. "It better not be wut I think it is 'cause I don't go doin' dat shit."

"No, I don't want "that", though I got to say that certainly is a waste." Joe said, pretending to give a sad shake of his head. "No, what I want is nothing of the sort."

Moving forward suddenly Bobby pulled Pete's body flush against his own, both their large bellies pressing up against each other and their faces mere millimeters apart. "I'm gonna need you to fuck my hairy stumpy tailed ass real hard a'fore I go and screw your boy, sir." The bear said loud and clear. "And when we're a-fucking I'm wanting you to ream me out all rough and nasty. Make me beg for you to never stop 'cause I'm getting it so damn good!"

Arousal rising to an alarming degree as he took in the hungry look in the other man's eyes Pete reached around and cupped the bear's ass with both his palms, squeezing them so hard that his fingers dug into the brown fur covered flesh under the seat of Joe's tight fitting jeans. "Ya get yerself a deal country boy." He growled heatedly. "Heh-heh gonna fuckin' enjoy fillin' ya up wit so much spunk dat it's runnin' down yer legs fer hours ta come!"

"Finally, something me and you can both agree with wholeheartedly!" Joe proclaimed in a dramatic manner. Letting Pete go so he could begin unbuttoning his flannel shirt the large man turned to his brother and nodded down to Pj. "As for you Bobby Joe Jobson I'm still angry with you so listen up. Get back to fucking that boy and do'im real good. I'll be wanting some nice sloppy seconds when I'm done getting fucked by his daddy."

"Hell yeah, baby bro!" Eagerly obeying his younger brother's order Bobby quickly stepped up to Pj and pulled the boy out of his seat with great east. "Bubby you get your ass around here." He told the gator. "I'm going to be a-needing your help with this part."

Pushing himself off of the back of the couch Bubba went around and smirked over at his friend. "Just what do you got planned?" He asked slyly. "It isn't what I think it is, is it?"

"You bet it is!" Rubbing his hands together the big bear glanced over to Pj and chuckled ominously as he rubbed his hands together. "And I just know you're gonna love every second of it boy."

Not knowing whether or not he should be frightened or excited by the way Bobby was looking at him Pj took a gulp of air and moved out of the way as the older man swung his large rear end around and plopped it down onto the couch, his legs far apart and his cock proudly pointing upwards towards the ceiling as he motioned for Pj to come closer.

"Well, here you are boy." Bobby Joe said once he was settled. "Come and get it!"

Though impressed by what he was seeing Pj was slightly confused by the command. "What exactly am I suppose to do sir?" He asked looking over to the bear and then to Bubba. "Does he want me to suck him off again or something or is there--"

"Just get your hot ass down here Pup!" Bobby rumbled. Rocking forwards the large man spun Pj around so he was facing away from him and then pulled the boy down onto his lap, hard turgid cock easily sliding back up into the snug channel it had been plowing before the interruption caused by Pete's and Joe's reappearance.

Throwing his head back and falling against Bobby's chest as he was entered from behind Pj felt his entire being cry out in joy all at once, pleased that he was going to be fucked again. "OH MAN!" He moaned. "You should have just told me!"

"More fun seeing you clueless boy." Starting to rock them back and forth Bobby took hold of Pj's legs and lifted them as high as he could so he could properly thrust up into him with hard, fast jabs, the sight of his cock "tilling the field" as he had called it, clearly visible to Bubba who squatted down and inched himself forwards to have a close look as possible at the arousing activity.

"Now isn't this is a pretty sight." Bubba remarked licking his lips. "You look hole looks good stretched around Bobby's cock." Moving his head forwards he ran his tongue against the red and raw area under Pj's balls, the velveteen sack draping over his nose as he began to lick and finger the well used area.

Whimpering and groaning as he felt the gator's thick flat tongue touching him in the very same spot where Bobby's cock was stretching his hole, Pj felt himself becoming embarrassed beyond belief. What Bubba was doing was just plain dirty and yet it was making him so horny that he felt like he was going to pass out from the pleasure shooting up his spine.  

"We call this the Jobson double whammy." Bobby huffed into the boy's ear as he felt him go boneless. "Usually it's me or my brother doing all the work but Bubby knows the game. He-he-he your going to be wide enough to take a eight-teen wheeler up your chute by the time my Joey Bob comes over here to fuck you."

Eyes going over Bubba’s head and shoulders and over to the other side of the room Pj was a little stunned to see that his dad and Joe had completely disrobed since the last time he had checked in on them. Completely naked the pair had settled on using the recliner Pete had sat on earlier, the shorter man sitting down comfortable in the seat as Joey Bob straddled his hips, thickset body writhing as he gleefully lifted and fell upon the thick cock embedded deeply in his ass.

Hands resting behind his head as Joe moved above him Pete grinned up at him sinisterly, dick nestled in pure nirvana and smugness radiating off of the feline in waves. "Still think yer hot shit now big man?" He said chuckling. "Look at ya, all naked and moaning like a big ol' bitch cause ya got a man's cock up your highfalutin' hiney."

Enjoying both the way he was being fucked and the smartassed words flung at him Joe ground himself down hard, the feeling of Pete's cock probing his prostrate nearly undoing him then and there. "Only a real man can take a fellah like you D-caht." He countered without missing a beat. "Besides, I'm betting you've gone and taken a few dicks yourself boy. Or at least the dick of a certain gator we both know."

Not at all liking that sort of talk Pete violently jerked his hips upwards, the force nearly making Joe loose his balance as he bounced on top of him. "Keep yer mouth fuckin' shut." The dark furred cat growled in warning. "Wut me an da suitcase get up ta alone ain't any of yer damn business, ya got dat!"

"Loud and clear sir!" Joe said, the answer he had been seeking being given to him. Dropping down he rested his hands on Pete's shoulders and gave him a kiss dead center on his glowering lips. "Now come on and really start hammering my guts."

"Wutever ya say fucker." Hands going to the other man's hips in the tightest grip possible Pete roughly slammed Joey Bob down onto his dick, the force which he used for such a mean-spirited action nearly knocking the wind out of the bear as he then began repeating the same thing over and over and over and over. Pained grunts coming out of the larger man above him at first but quickly changing into a series of encouraging curses and mild threats as the thrusting increased to a near punishing degree.

Back on the couch Pj was adding his own moans to the heated orgy going on in the room. Having finished prepping and teasing Pj's hole Bubba had moved onto working his own dick into the pudgy man's body alongside Bobby's. The two men testing the limits of the dark furred and pudgy cat's hole as they began to jointly fuck him without restraint.

"Tell us if we start to hurting you Petite." Bubba grunted out as he stared down at the panting boy laying on top of Bobby. "This is about you in the end after all, we want you to enjoy it."

Head resting on Pj's shoulder Bobby nuzzled his nose against his cheek, tongue swiping out to leave a tail of moister across the tan furred area. "You're damn right about that Bubby." He said agreeing. '"Just go a-saying the word and we'll stop if you need us to."

"NO, don't stop!" Pj blurted out. It might have stung a little but the way the two men were inside of him was driving him nuts. He hadn't been this full since Robert Tuskie had done him at the poker party. "I-I want you to do it harder actually. Please… Bubba… Bobby… really f-fuck me hard!"

"He-he-he, first time I heard you cuss son." Bobby joked. "You gonna give'im what he wants Bubby?"

"Dam right I do!" Bubba growled. "But only cause he asked so prettily." Falling down so that Pj was sandwiched between their bodies large sweaty bodies the mechanic began to really piledrive into his youngest friend. Hips snapping and tail thrashing as he continuously drove his throbbing ten inch cock into the boy's jiggling ass.

Bobby did his part as well, hugging Pj from behind he held the younger man in place and kissed him, happily sucking on the pudgy man's tongue as he enjoyed the feeling of alligator cock rubbing against his own member as they dominated their shared lover's hole. The experience giving him, as well as everyone else a sexual high that would leave them sated for a good while once they had completely finished.

For nearly twenty minutes the trio continued on like this without pause, the sounds of Pete and Joe screwing around behind them combining with their own animalistic growling and grunting as they drove themselves to orgasmic bliss. But… as with all things so utterly amazing something happened that brought it all to it's inevitable conclusion.

Head rolling back against Bobby's shoulder while he gave a long strangled grown, Pj's whole body spasmed, legs jerking wildly on either side of Bubba's hips and anus contracting on the two dicks plowing their way inside of him as he came fast and copiously, the stickiness coating his own pudgy belly and the gator's firm muscled sixpack.

The two older men weren't too far behind the youth in his stunning finale either, Bubba nearly roaring as he slammed into the body under him one last time as Bobby Joe gave his own, much quieter feral growl as they both began pumping a literal assload of hot creamy seed into Pj.

Taking several minutes to calm down after their earth shattering finish Bobby was the first to speak through all the panting and happy laughter. "Damn, and that was only the first round." He chuckled. "I don't think I'm a-going to be able to endure the second go without something to drink."

"Be sure to get me a beer too when you go get one." Bubba said as he gingerly pulled himself free from Pj. "You alright Petite? Didn't over do it did we?"

Shuddering as he felt an ample amount of cum leak out of his ass and most likely all over the couch and Bobby's balls Pj quickly shook his head. "No, I'm fine." He assured. "A little concerned about what Bobby said about a "second go" though, but fine."

"Awe no reason for you to go a-worrying there Pup." Bobby cooed as he continued to hug Pj. Sitting up the bear began kissing and licking at the teenager's shoulders, blunt teeth grazing the warm furry skin. "After the first rough and rowdy orgasm I like to be real gentle with my fuck biddies. You'll have to be surviving what my brother puts you through first though."

"Surviving!" Pj squawked out. "What do you mean by that!?"

Bobby chuckled darkly. "You'll be a-seeing awfully soon boy." He said sinisterly. "JOEY BOB, come and get'um! We opened him up real good for you."

Concern showing on his face Pj quickly sought out the other bear and watched as he wordlessly got off of his father's lap and began heading towards the sofa, the seven foot tall man quickly passing by Bubba who was going over to Pete to take his place, the two giving each other the kind of low five wrestlers gave one another when they tagged each other in.

"Your in for a fun afternoon today son, because…" Bobby began with a small growl.

Reaching his brother and their guest just as Bobby trailed off, Joe grimly nodded and got down onto one knee so he could finger Pj's cummy hole and finish the sentence. "…When the Jobson brothers find themselves a willing man to go a-fucking they don't stop until everyone's satisfied."

Looking at Joey bob and then to Bobby Joe over his shoulder Pj whimpered, the two Kodiak bears chuckling as they began what the older of the two of them had dubbed the "second round.".

Amusement showing on his face as he listened to Pj's moan because of whatever the twins were doing to him Bubba approached his long time army buddy and climbed onto his lap, Pete's smirking up at him as his pride was sandwiched between the gator's taunt but very full asscheeks.

"Hello Boss man." Bubba hummed as he rubbed his cock against the feline's protruding belly. "You feel like indulging me a little here and letting me have what you gave Joey Bob?"

Giving a thoughtful look Pete frowned. "Ya sure ya wouldn't rather go back over there and fuck-a-ma-fy one of yer honey guzzlin' buddies." he asked. "Especially since ya been flirted wit dem all fuckin' afternoon in front'ah me."

Lowering himself so he could whisper privately to his employer Bubba chuckled. "Humm…. Now that there ain't jealousy I'm hearing in your voice, would it Cher?" He wondered, accent as thick as the hot breath he was huffing into the cat's ear. "Because if it is then I'm really flattered, but it certainly ain't needed."

"I ain't jealous!" Pete grumped once more. "Wut da fuck is up with you and da boy sayin' shit like dat taday!"

"Fine Petey I'll agree that you aren't jealous." Bubba said humoring him. "But if you were, which I repeat say you aren't, but if you were, there ain't no reason to be."

Unconvinced Pete grabbed the gator by the back of his head and made the other man look him in the eyes. "An why's dat suitcase?"

Bubba smiled seductively. "Because no matter who I go flirting with you're the one who's always got my attention Boss man." He said as if it should be obvious. "After all why would I mess around with small fries
When I got myself a nice big old, grumpy and fat "catfish" to enjoy."

"Fuckin' smart ass." Pete chuckled. "Yer gonna get it double from the Assblaster Pulverizer™ tanight. Fuck-a-fy da sass right outta ya!"

Looking away as a slight heat rose in his cheeks Bubba watched for a moment as Joey slammed away at Pj's posterior, Bobby Joe right behind his brother eating his ass as the boy keened for them to keep going. "I guess there are worse fates." The gator said turned back to Pete, the slightly older man snickering as they began their own sexual bout.

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Present day, late afternoon…

(Well, Mr. Diary that's how me, my dad, and Bubba got our cabin during spring break. When all was said and done it certainly was a wild day wasn't it? New places to see, heated arguments to break up, and of course the all out orgy I "survived". Bobby Joe and Joey Bob (Again weird names aren't they?) were just the nicest people a person can ever meet. Sure the twin Kodiak's sexual appetites were a little… overwhelming, but when all the fun was over and they were really cool and invited us to a dinner which was the best thing I had eaten until that dinner at Bubba's family. I guess no matter what I do I'll always end up having a good time no matter where I go, huh? And I mean that both sexually and--)

"Pee-jay!" Pete's voice suddenly echoed throughout the house. "Where da hell are ya boy! And where da hell is our dinner!"

"Mr. D don't be so rude." Moose's voice followed. "Fatty's probably just relaxing upstairs. He does clean the house all day for us after all."

His train of thought interrupted by the voices of his loved ones Pj looked up from his diary and over to the Wonderskunk™ alarm clock on his night stand. To his utter amazement the time read as six-thirty, the neon red display telling him he had been writing for nearly three hours

"Wow, guess I got a little distracted." The boy murmured. "I'm going to have to make something real quick or Dad and Moose are going to starve."

Going back to his dairy Pj quickly finished what he had been trying to write down, the sounds coming from downstairs as Moose continued trying to calm down his father by offering him something indecent making the boy smile as he hurried.

(--And I mean that both sexually and literally! Well, looks like I got to go right now Mr. Diary. I'll be sure to write in you again real soon and this time that's a promise I intend to keep. Though… now that I think about it I'm right back to the problem of trying to figure out what to write inside of you.

Maybe I could try telling you about some things I heard about my dad recently. Things that I know he wouldn't want me or anyone else we know knowing about. Things like... the few times I know of that he's been the one on the bottom instead the other way around! 

Let's see... maybe I can tell you about the time dad and Bubba first had sex. An encounter that taught dad what it’s like being the guy on the bottom for the first time. Oh, oh, then there's what happened when he and Bubba's father made that deal for all those parts, something that I only learned about a few days ago when I accidentally eavesdropped. There's also the time Mr. Fraido finally got one up on him. Dad got really mad about the cost of the repairs he was approving for the building downtown and somehow they both ended up having another one of those dumb contests. 

Humm... with so many choices like those it'll be hard to pick just one I guess. Maybe I'll just leave the decision up to some sort of higher power to decide. Here's hoping that whichever one it leads me into picking that it'll be fun writing about every single, tawdry little detail.)

To be continued later…