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Barreling down the road at fifty-five miles per hour certainly wasn't where Pj D'caht thought his Saturday afternoon was going to lead that march afternoon. Nor did he think they'd be heading down to the older man's dilapidated apartment complex to supposedly catch "sinister" Benny Fraido in the middle of robbing his father blind. But that's where he was apparently and nothing he could do or say was going to change his dad's, Pete D'caht Sr.'s mind once he set about something.

Staring out of the passenger's side window as opposing traffic whizzed by, the sullen young man sighed pitifully to himself and squirmed in his seat. How the heck did they end up doing this? Up until twenty minutes ago Pj had been enjoying a pleasant day back at home. A nice morning and early afternoon filled with light chores, comic book reading, and thanks to his dad, several long, erotic hours of frantic sex where he had had been fucked into a sexual stupor.

But then all the fun and pleasure had been put on hold. The catalyst for the ruination of Pj's day coming in the form of a phone call from Mr. Fraido which had riled his dad up so much the older man had insisted they get dressed so he could, quote "haul ass", downtown and confront the rhino about trying to scam him out of money.

Reminded again of the person who had shoved him into the car that day Pj reluctantly shifted his attention away from the traffic and over to his surly father. Like the last time he had checked up on him Pete apparently was still rather miffed. The large grouchy man glaring through the windshield as he grumpily muttered to himself about a little old lady he had just cut off for going too slow.

'Maybe I should try talking to him before we get to the apartment building.' Pj reasoned to himself as he observed the larger cat. 'If we get there with him all made like that then he'll probably start a fight with Mr. Fraido or something.'

"Stop lookin' at me like dat boy!" Pete suddenly said over to the worried boy in a growling voice. "Yer distract-ta-natin' me while I'm tryin' ta drive here!"

Eyes going down to his lap Pj quickly went to apologize. "Sorry sir." He said meekly. "I'm just a little worried about you right now."

"Worried?" Peering over to his son out of the corner of his eyes Pete frowned deeply, his bottom lip sticking out even further than usual. "Wut da hell are you worried 'bout me fer? Ya afraid I'm gonna run us off da road or sumthin'?"

Pj pouted a little at his dad's mocking tone. "No dad... I know you'd never do that." He sighed. "You wouldn't dare wreck your car."

"Damn right I wouldn't." Pete agreed with a proud chuckle, then frowning again he pressed the previous topic. "So wut is it then?" He demanded more than asked. "Go on boy. Tell yer good ol' dad wut's wrong. Ya know, b'fore he gets pissed and gives ya sumthin' else ta worry about."

A small shudder went through Pj at that. He knew his dad wouldn't actually harm him but the man had a creative mind when it came to his punishments. Last time Pj hadn't told him what he wanted to hear Pete had made him clean out the gutters in the middle of winter. The fall leaves he had to scoop out purposely put in the previously spotless rain gutters by Pete from the collection of "punishment leaves" he kept in the garage.

"I-I guess I'm just a little upset about having to leave home today." Pj settled on telling the older man. Sure it was a lie, but at least it was a plausible lie. "You know, because I was enjoying myself at home before."

Giving his son his full attention when they came to a stop at a traffic light Pete twisted around in his seat and regarded him for a moment to judge whether or not he was lying. However, as his eyes roamed over the younger man's form Pete began to feel something else stir inside his mind besides suspicion.

Thinking of what him and his son were doing a mere half hour ago he smirked. The way the boy had rocked on top of him, his cock squeezed between those doughy black furred ass cheeks. The moans and groans that echoed throughout their home as Pete drove into him mercilessly. And the way Pj kept wanting more even though he pretended not to like what they were doing. If only there was some way to get another quick taste of that sweet, sweet sexual ambrosia.

With that last lecherous thought an idea came into Pete's dirty mind. Why couldn't they stop somewhere for a quick "fuck & suck" before they got down to the apartments? It wasn't like they were on some timetable or anything. Plus there was that promise he had made to Pj as they left the house. That if he felt horny enough he'd screw the needy little slut in the backseat for a little fun. And "horny" is exactly how Pete began to feel as he raked his vision over Pj's plump body.

The light turning green Pete quickly turned back to the road and took off. "Hey boy, hows 'bout we go an have ourselves sum fun fer a bit?" He said as he drove down the highway. "Let yer good 'ol daddy pound-I-nate all dat nasty worry outta ya wit his cock."

Raising his head, Pj looked over his dad in utter bewilderment. Where the heck did this sexual turn come from. "Wait... what?"

"Ya heard me." Pete chuckled lecherously. Licking his lips the older man began to feel his cock harden in his pants, the thick shaft straining the fabric a little as they continued to ride. "Ya can't tell me ya really got enough cock back at home. Yer itchin' fer it ain't ya?"

"I-It doesn't matter if I'm "itching for it or not dad, we can't do that." Pj stammered, eyes going wide at the thought.

"Wut do ya mean we can't do dat!?" Pete snapped back. "It ain't like I haven't fucked yer jiggly hiney in da back seat b'fore. Remember when we when ta screw over dat monkey boy yer datin' now?"

Pj felt his cheeks heat up as he remembered the night Moose had joined their little... club. "Yeah I remember." He confirmed. "But when we had sex in the car it was dark outside. It's the middle of the day right now. Anyone could see us doing it."

Looking uncomfortable for a moment as he thought over the dilemma presented to him Pete smirked evilly and chuckled. "Won't get caught iffin we use our "secret fuckin' spot"." He said, pulling off of the main highway and down a small side road. "So now dat dat's settled let's go and get ya a big ass dose of vi-te-man "D". I'm 'bout ta bust a nut over here jus thinkin' about it."

His face heating up when he realized where they were now heading Pj slumped back into his seat and covered his face with both his hand. "Okay let's go." He said embarrassed. "Just promise me you'll make extra sure you park all the way behind the billboard this time. That trucker that passed us last month really got an eyeful."

A deeply amused chuckle passing his lips Pete smirked evilly. "Still can't get over da look on dat old goat's face when he rode up next to us in dat big ass truck." He said dirtily. "Cryin' shame he didn't stop and join us too."

"Yeah dad, a real shame." Pj said back sarcastically as they continued on their way to the next sexual encounter.

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It took Pj and Pete about a half hour to get themselves to the "secret fucking spot" the older man had mentioned earlier. Pulling off of the lonely stretch of road they had been riding down for most of the trip and then behind a large billboard Pj took a deep calming breath and waited. The excitement and trepidation he felt at having sex out in public again only growing more and more as the seconds ticked by like hours.

"There, this oughta be fine." Pete mused as he shifted the car into park, the car fully concealed behind the cover of the large sign next to them. "Ya happy now?"

"Yeah dad I'm happy." Pj said with an awkward sounding laugh. "Thanks."

Looking out just to make sure they were alone Pj sighed in relief at the remoteness of the area they were in. It was a relatively obscure little spot just outside the Spoonervile city limits. The sort of location where the planned communities of the suburbs tapered off and the farmlands of the country began. A perfect place for two people to conduct a little back seat nookie, as Pj's dad had once put it. And that's exactly what happened when Pj turned back to his father to see if he was ready to start.

Giving his son a smirking grin Pete wordlessly began to pull down the front zipper of his pants, a heady, musky odor filling the small interior of the Studebaker as Pj's gulped at the sight. "Time ta get a suckin' boy." He instructed when he was done. "Go on an get lil Pete here is all nice and hard and wet so he can bury himself in dat tight little hole 'o' yers."

"Dad..." Pj groaned in mortification. Why did he always have to say stuff right out of a porn movie like that? Talk of that kind made what they were about to do all the more dirtier in the younger man's mind.

"Don't ya go "Dad"-ing me boy, ya know yer mouth is waterin' at da thought of suckin' on my shlong." Pete harrumphed matter-of-factly. "So get da fuck down there and take care of it b'fore I make ya. Heh-heh, or is dat wut ya want me ta do?"

Despite his better judgment Pj considered Pete's query slash threat for a few moments. Something about being dominated by the older man again striking a chord with him in a way that he didn't want to fully explore. Seeing that, he instead unbuckled his seat belt and shifted around so he could properly do the task he had been given.

Using his left hand while the other grabbed onto the passengers sear for support the young boy pulled back one side of his dad's fly to exposed the hidden treasure underneath. Seemed that in their haste to leave the house Pete had chosen to go "commando". His lack of underwear leaving Pj staring at the half-hard shaft between the larger man's black furred thighs.

Licking his lips as his mouth truly did begin to water, Pj wrapped his fingers around the meaty organ and carefully lowered his face to the swelling organ, his mouth opening wide so he could swallow it. His dad's cock parting his lips Pj instantly began to suck slowly and with purpose, the taste of precum and sweat coating the head making him hum in pleasure before from the flavor alone.

The feel of warm lips on his pride calming his grumpy mood Pete rumbled low in his chest and leaned back in his seat, eyes coming to close as he enjoyed the sensation of his own son giving him head. In the short few months since Pj had begun his whoring ways the boy had learned quite well how to please and worship another man's member. Mostly because of Pete making sure he learned how to do it right. Slow tentative attention and gentle suction starting the event which gradually increased as time went on.

"Dat's it boy, suck'im good." Pete commanded with a pleased huff. "Get yer da whole thing inta yer mouth nice an slow. We don't gotta hurry this."

Giving a hum of acknowledgment at his dad's words Pj went about taking his time as he continued to give the larger man head. Opening his mouth wider he dutifully took the cock he was nursing on deeper and deeper down his gullet, spit running down his chin as his jaw was stretched to its limits. For his skills Pj earned himself another deep growl from above, Pete shuddering unexpectedly as he slid his hand down his son's back to give his ass a quick sharp pat.

"FUCK... Yesss." Pete growled low in his throat. Pushing his fingertips under the waistband of Pj's pants he let his fingers brush against the top of the boy's asscrack. "Scrunch up a little will ya brat. I wanna play wit this chubby little ass 'o' yers while ya do this."

"Yesh sir." Pj said around the solid shaft of meat between his lips. Curling his body as much as he could given his size the suckling feline whimpered as he felt thick probing fingers worm their way between his asscheeks, the tips persistent as they slid back and forth slowly a few times before the longest digit pressed against and then tapped at his already well used hole.

Pulling off of the cock in his mouth as his rear entrance was teased Pj moaned against Pete's member. "Oh man... Dad!" He shuddered as he quickly mouthed the spit covered shaft he was tending to. "That feels really good."

"Ya don't say ya little slut." Pete chuckled. Leaning over to the side more he fully pushed in his middle finger, slowly mimicking the motions his cock would be doing in just a little bit. "Dis feel good too boy? Ya like getting' fingered like sum horny bitch in heat? Dat wut ya are? A horny bitch in heat?"

"I-I j-j-just like it dad." Pj whimpered. "It doesn't mean I'm that."

"Now, now don't go bein' ashamed of being a slut boy." Pete chided with a smug grin on his beastly face. Taking his son by the back of his head he directed the younger man back to sucking him off, Pj eagerly swallowing his meat once again without a single complaint.

"See, lookit right there." The used car salesmen continued. "No one but a horny ol' bitch would be so eager-like ta get back ta work. Be who ya are boy, be proud dat yer good at sumthin' like this."

"Oath-kay Zer." Pj said, nose mashed in his dad's pubes as the older man forced him all the way down on his fully erect cock, the girth sliding back and forth as he then began to face fuck him with shallow thrusts.

Letting out a muffled moan as he enjoyed himself Pete quickly sped along with his task of prepping Pj's ass for it's inevitable guest. Adding another finger as he continued to push it in and out of the hole, still slick with the cum he deposited earlier, the sinister man mercilessly fingered him, excitement and arousal rising as he felt the velvety insides. Yeah, he was as bad as his boy when it came to fucking, but so what? He was the fucker not the fuck-ie. And fucking was what he was going to do once he was sure the brat was good and open.

The father and son went on like this for quite a while. The minutes on the Studebaker's electronic clock going by slowly as the cab of the car grew hotter and hotter from their exertions, the windows beginning to fog over as wet slurping and slick thrusting sounds filled their ears.

Eventually Pete couldn't hold back the raging beast that was his arousal and longer and pulled his hand away from his son's asshole, his four cum covered fingers instantly licked clean as he pushed Pj off of him and jammed them into the boy's mouth.

"Ya read ta get fucked?" He asked hotly, lust darkened eyes locked with Pj's half lidded ones. "Ya better be boy 'cause dat's wut's goin' ta happen!"

Grabbing his dad's wrist so he could pull the fingers from his mouth and lap at them worshipfully Pj whimpered. All that finger play and roughness he had experienced had riled him up horribly to his great surprise. "Yes sir, please!" He begged. "P-Please do it quick."

Pete chuckled at the eagerness in his obedient sex partner. "Get outta da car then boy and strip fer me out in da open. I wanna see how badly you want it."

Jerking to a stop Pj looked at his dad in shock then over his shoulder to the wilderness around them. "B-But..." He began, but one look from his dad silenced his refusal. "Okay sir. We are really well hidden after all."

Uncomfortably turning himself around so he could get out, Pj yelped a little as his bottom was pinched by his randy father and quickly opened the door so he could get out of the car. Coming to stand in the grassy ground just outside the vehicle the young eighteen year old took a deep breath, the scent of nature all around him as the sound of his dad getting out too reached his ears.

Spinning around to face his father, Pj blushed when he saw that Pete was peering over at him expectantly over the top of the Studebaker, his arms folded on the metallic surface as he motioned for him to hurry up with his chin. "Take it off boy b'fore I get antsy." He half growled, half huffed. "I wanna see some 'o' good T&A&D ya got."

"T&A&D?" Pj asked, curious. He didn't think he had ever heard that phrased before. Luckily his dad was more than eager to give him an explanation.

"Means, tits, ass, 'n dick boy!" Pete said, chuckling at the blush his words caused. "Now shut yer pie hole, take a step back so I can see ya good, and take it off fer daddy baby boy."

Resisting the urge he had to roll his eyes at his dad's strip club talk Pj quickly started to do as he had been told. Palms going to the bottom of his t-shirt the chubby boy clumsily pulled the cheap blue fabric upwards, his pudgy belly giving a small erotic juggle as he tugged it over his head and tossed it through the open door of the car.

"Still say them tits are better than yer naggin' mudder's." Pete commented with a smirk. "Jiggle'um a bit for me boy."

Pj's face heated up. "Dad..." He whined.

"Wut did I say 'bout dad-ing me brat!" Pete growled warningly. "DO IT!"

Wincing at the harsh shout Pj leaned forward and rocked his chest a little from side to side, the dirty chuckle and whistle his dad made when he did only adding to his humiliation. Thankfully Pete seemed to grow tired of the show rather quickly. The older man holding one of his hands up to make a spinning motion.

"Turn around and push them pants down around yer ankles now." He instructed. "Come on, show them cheeks."

No offering any arguments at the simple "request, Pj quickly faced away and bent over, thumbs hooking in the waistband of his shorts so he could slowly push them over the sizable swell of his ass until they loosened and fell to the ground.

Left completely naked as he stepped out of his pants, Pj shuddered. The cool mid-march air blowing past his nude form as he stood there in just his sneakers out in the middle of nowhere, completely exposed and to his embarrassment still hard as a rock from everything that they had done in the car.

"I-Is this okay sir?" Pj wondered as he partially turned around, hands going to cover his crotch."

Eyeing his progeny hungrily Pete pushed his large bulk off of his vehicle and slowly made his way around the car, the sight of his cock bobbing up and down through his pants as he fully revealed himself making Pj's breath grow short.

"More than okay boy." Pete growled. "Get yer ass over here now. I wanna give ya sumthin'."

Shuffling forward Pj opened his mouth to ask what his dad was planning to give him. Not that he didn't have an inkling as to what was going to happen. However, instead of being roughly bent over the side of the car Pj instead found himself pulled towards his father, the older man's thick strong arms wrapping around his body as Pete mashed their lips together in a heated, sloppy kiss that made him moan.

Sliding his tongue into Pj's mouth. Dominating and controlling their kiss. Pete growled into a heated mouth he was ravishing and palmed both of the shorter male's rounded ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. Back when he had been "straight" kissing always seemed so benign to him. Just something he did to get his wife and then girlfriends into the mood for heavier stuff. But kissing his son, or in a few other cases Bubba and Tarn, turned him on like nothing else. It was almost as good as fucking in his mind. ...Almost.

Drawing away from his son after a couple of minutes of fevered making out Pete smirked down at the dazed and panting teen and huffed in arousal. Then suddenly he stepped back spun them around so he could roughly push Pj's body against the car, feet kicking the chubby boy's apart before he fell down into a squat and buried his face into the furry asscrack before him.

Pj nearly lost it when he felt his father's tongue slide between his cheeks, the slimy, probing organ quickly getting to work as the older man began eating him out like he was starving. On and on Pete wormed his tongue up and down the length of his furrow, each swipe of his rough tongue over his anus causing Pj to let out a lust riddled moan as he pressed his bare chest and belly against the coolness of the Studebaker under him.

"Oh man... dad..." Pj exclaimed, long and drawn out. "I-I really like that. Please keep going. Please don't stop."

Coming up for air Pete pried apart his son's hole and eyed his pucker. "I ain't plannin' on stoppin' ya fat little slut." He informed as he hawked a wad of spit at the opening. "I ain't plannin' on doin' nothin' else but eatin' out dis fat ol' fucker till ya cum fer me!"

Diving back in after that Pete truly went hog wild on his boy's backside. The dirty, heated snorts he made muffled by the heated crevice as he lapped his tongue up and down the hairy area. Tasting, probing, drilling without remorse into the already well fucked and cum dripping hole at the center with the tip of his tongue.

Given this sort of treatment, it did not take long for Pj to start completely losing it. Throwing his head back as he rocked his hips, he futilely rubbed his groin against the car. The chill he felt only adding to his pleasure as his ass was serviced in the most sensual of ways.

Eventually he lost himself in this pleasure, his release coming out in a deafening groan that rang out across the countryside as his stubby cock expanded a little and erupted with several small squirts of cum that hit the side of the car and dripped down onto the dirty ground below.

Hearing his boy's companion climax from the rim job he was giving Pete reluctantly pulled back from the wet, spit covered crack he had been enjoying so much and stood. Wiping his face clean he smirked down at Pj as the boy looked tiredly over his shoulder to him. Brat always looked good after he came. All sweaty and out of breath. Real loose and easy to manipulate too. The perfect bedmate in Pete's sorted mind.

"Get in da back seat." Pete simply said, voice firm as he pointed over to the rear door. "Get in there and lay on yer back, legs up. I wanna see dat face when I slid this..." Lowering his hand he stroked his cock, Pj dropping his eyes downward to watch. "...Fucker up inside of ya."

"Anything you want dad." Pj said shakily. Hustling to obey Pj quickly pulled open the back door and squeezed his way inside, Pete walking forward to watch him closely as he clumsily flipped himself over in the tight space and hooked his legs on the front and back seats, shoed feet bobbing in midair as he waited.

"Lookin' good boy." Pete chuckled as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants. Lubing himself up with his own spit quickly Pete pushed his way back into the car over his son, his tremendous belly pushing the boy down into the seat as he positioned himself with his cock pressing against the hole he had eaten a few moments ago.

"Ya ready?" Pete smirked, though he didn't need to ask. He already knew Pj wanted it bad, the look in the boy's eyes as he nodded his head and whined wantonly telling him that very fact. "Brace yerself then boy, daddy's comin' home."

Struggling a little with their tight confines Pete managed to shift his hips forward relatively easily, the thick hardness sprouting from his groin penetrating Pj's puckering hole as both men sighed contently. Pete wasn't one to stop at just the head of his cock inside of his son though. Pressing forward again he slowly slid inch after inch into the being under him, the feel of the tight grip and warm heat around his member making him growl bestially as he endeavored to fully seat himself.

"Oh man... oh man..." Pj groaned out as he felt the entirety of his father's weight atop him. Screwing his eyes shut he ran his fingers through the older man's chest fur, tugging and pulling at it as he was breeched to almost a painful degree.

"Dat's it, take it boy." Pete snickered evilly. Fully sheathed at last the large man began to move his hips, withdrawing until just the crown was still encased in the gripping heat before plunging back in with a hard thrust. The forward jab causing his partner to cry out in passion before he repeated the action again and again and again and again and again.

Building up a very fast pace within the span of fifteen or so uninterrupted minutes Pete took perverse glee in slamming his hips against Pj's upturned ass, the boy wrapping his legs around his waist as he fucked him with vigorous strokes. Soon the car windows began to steam up again despite the two open doors, the foggy opaque glass dulling the sunlight pouring in as their grunt and moans rang in their ears

Trapped under his father as he was pounded into without pause Pj felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Each jab to his sensitive innards causing a surge of overwhelming pleasure to shoot up his spin and to his dazed brain. His dad had been right when he had said Pj hadn't gotten enough at home. How could anyone ever get enough of feeling this sort of pleasure. To be possessed and fucked so thoroughly by the older man was something he would love as long as he lived.

Lowering his head as he continued to breed Pj's ass Pete once again kissed the younger man hotly, the sloppy sideways motions of both their mouths as their tongues playfully wrestled only further driving him to give it to the boy good and hard.

"Ya likin' this boy?" Pete asked against Pj's mouth. "Tell me yer liking it!"

Sucking on his dad's tongue for a second with a submissive whine Pj groaned and threw his head back. "I'M LOVING IT SIR! PLEASE F-FU-FU..." Why was it always so hard to that word? "...FUCK MY ASS DADDY!"

It was then, just as his toes began to curl and the car started rocking back and forth violently that Pj opened his eyes to let out another series of impassioned screaming. But, upon doing so he instead found himself letting out a shout for an entirely different reason. One that came in the form of a pair of amused faces looking down at him from outside the car window, one of which became blocked by a hand as its owner waved at him with a toothy grin.

"AHHHHHH!" Pj screamed, all pleasure fleeing out of him as fear and terror replaced it.

Blinking down at his son when he let loose the blood curdling scream Pete frowned. That wasn't the sort of noise he usually got out of him. Noticing the way Pj was staring above him he followed the boy's gaze and slowed when he caught sight of two men watching the show he was putting on.

"Fer fucks sake." He cursed. "Bastards couldn't wait till I cummed ta in-ta-ma-rupt us could they?"

"D-Dad get off!" Pj said, voice raised in panic.

Giving a grunt of both annoyance and effort as he pushed himself off of his frightened son's naked body, Pete sighed lightly and squeezed his large bulk back out of the car to stand upright, Pj scrambling out as soon as he did so they could both watch their pesky voyeurs walk around the back of their car to greet them with stern faces.

The pair, one a donkey and the other a tiger, were police officers from the looks of them. The official, state issued, dark blue and black uniforms they wore barring bright gold badges that stood out against the surrounding greens and browns of the wilderness around them.

Giving them a chiding look the feline half of the duo stepped forward to frown at the father and son, his eyes hidden under the reflective glasses perched atop his nose. "Just what do you two think you're doing trespassing on private property?" He asked, in a no-nonsense sort of way.

Sputtering in fear Pj opened his mouth to politely tell the officer what he wanted to know, though he was unsure of exactly what to say. But before the teen could say anything Pete cut in, the older man stepping forward with a glare on his face.

"We're here 'cause I needed a place ta fuck this fat slut here." He commented with a huff. "An iffin ya two yahoos didn't show up dat's 'xcatly wut I'd doin'!"

Speaking up for the first time the second officer removed the pair of sunglasses he was wearing and snorted at Pete's rude response. "About that..." He started. "Do you two have any idea how many public decency laws you're breaking by having sex in the back of a car out here?"

"Buddy boy, there ain't nothin' decent 'bout wut I do." Leaning over Pete took his dick in his hand again and wagged it at the two other men, a smirk forming on his lips as they watched him. "Now unless yer takin' my ass in, hows about ya get yer asses lost and leave me ta finish wut I wuz doin' b'fore ya showed up."

Head snapping towards his father as he lewdly handled himself Pj gasped in pure shock. What the heck was wrong with his dad!? Did he want them to get hauled off to jail or something?

However instead of taking offense like Pj thought they would the two officers merely continued with their questioning in the same calm manner. "About that too sir, this boy you got here legal?" The tiger asked as he removed his glasses like his partner. "He don't look it."

Nodding the donkey went over to Pj and scanned his naked body over with a slow, examining eye. "You're right Mitch." He said. "Son, tell me your age."

"I-I'm eighteen sir." Pj stammered as he tried to cover himself. "Just t-turned it last summer."

"Well that's a relief." Mitch, the tiger officer, hummed. Then his frown returning he looked between Pj and Pete several times. "Wait a second... you two look a little too much alike to just be boyfriend and boyfriend... what do you think Clyde?"

Appearing to look surprised, the donkey, or Clyde as he had just been named gasped. "God you're right Mitch!" He said sounding angry to Pj's worried mind. "I think they're father and son!"

"But ain't incest a class 2 felony here in Calisota?" Mitch said. Reaching behind himself the striped man produced a pair of bright shiny handcuffs which he dangled in front of Pj's nose. "Guess that means we're going to have to arrest this kid and throw him in the nastiest, darkest, most violent criminal filled jail cell we have down at the station."

Looking at the pair of metal rings in front of him then to the two officers as they glares at him Pj began to feel his legs wobble. This was it! They had been discovered! Now everything that he had come to enjoy so very, very much was going to end in some sort of scandal.

But then suddenly the mood around the frightened boy changed. Clutching his sides with a hard inhale, Pete suddenly doubled over and let loose a loud, body shaking belly laugh. The uproarious sound of his deeply amused guffaws joined by the laughter of both police officer's in Pj's midst. All three older men snickering and chortling as a utterly confused Pj looked back and forth between them.

"What the heck's going on!" Pj said frantically as the three continued to laugh at his expense. "Why are you laughing."

"You should see your face kid!" Mitch said as he continued to shake with amusement. "Nearly thought you'd have an accident there when I pulled out the cuffs."

"It was kinda cute though." Clyde said while giving his coworker's shoulder a light punch. "And what's whit all that nastiest, darkest, most criminal filled cell crap Mitchy! You know Chief O'Donnell would have all of our asses if we left lock-up in that condition!"

"Wait... O'Donnell?!" Partially realizing what was happening Pj turned to his dad with an upset look. "These two guys work for your old friend don't they!"

Wiping away a tear from his eyes Pete snerked at his son's outraged question. "Course they do boy!" He exclaimed gleefully. "Why do ya think we ain't in them handcuffs right now? Old mutt went and gave me inna-mune-ity."

Calming down Pj sighed and looked over to the two officers. "Immunity?"

Clyde nodded back at the boy's short question. "You heard your dad kid." The donkey confirmed. "All the men in Chief Henry O'Donnell's inner circle have been given a standing order to look the other way when it comes to the things Peter D'caht Sr. gets up to in and out of town."

"How else do you think I get away wit all dat scammin' I do down at da car lot." Pete added. "Long as I wet the ol' bone muncher's nose wit a little cash every now 'n he don't give a crap what I do."

"You do more than that D'caht." Mitch said giving his partner a wink. Looking over to Pj he leaned towards him and quickly explained. "O'Donnell told us all about how your dad has been fucking his ass since last month. Blabbed the whole thing when us and a few of the other boy's took him out drinking."

"Damn that was one hell of a night! We ended up all fucking the chief back at his office until dawn." Clyde chuckled as he groped the growing bulge in his pants. "Chief also told us all about the poker game you all had at your house." He informed a gaping Pj. "About how him, your dad, the mayor, and that elephant with billboards all over town fucked you and some gorilla around the poker table."

Listening to everything the two police officers were saying Pj felt his cheeks growing more and more red. How could Mr. O'Donnell say all that stuff to the men working under him. Sure, apparently they were all okay with learning that their boss liked gay sex, but if one had taken offense things could have turned out bad.

Thinking about that Pj was taken completely by surprise when he felt his dad reach back and slap his ass with a smirk. "Hey boys hows about you join me in fuckin' this little bitch here fer a bit?" The larger cat said. "Dat is unless ya gotta be somewhere."

Sharing a look both Clyde and Mitch chuckled and shook their head to the question. "We don't have anywhere special to be Mr. D'caht." The tiger said. "In fact, only reason we're here is because of a complaint from the farmer who owns this field."

"How is old Bob?" Pete wondered. "Dat horny frog still screwin' dat farmhand 'o' his?"

"Sure is, just came from his house a little while ago." Mitch confirmed as he began to fiddle with his belt. Peering over to his partner the cat quickly issued out a command. "Clyde? Why don't you call dispatch and tell them we got a 8-O-8?"

"8-O-8 got it." Clyde said as he walked away and vanished around the other side of the billboard.

Still half stunned about everything that was happening Pj turned to his dad then Mitch to pose a half distracted question. "What's an 8-O-8?" He asked.

"Officer's responding to a D'caht quickie." Both Pete and the officer on either side of the boy said in unison.

Not knowing if he should be confused or impressed that the local police had a special code in their codebooks for his dad Pj gasped lightly as said older man slid up behind him and hugged him from behind. "Now, where wuz I?" He said grinding his hips side to side. "Oh dat's right I wuz balls deep in this chunky butt back here."

Wasting no time in returning to what they had been doing Pete rudely bent his son over and pushed his cock back into the boy's ass, Pj giving a small yelp as he was entered again suddenly and roughly fucked to make up for lost time.

Stuck in the awkward position he was in, the nude young man looked up to the other man in his presence and watched as the tiger finished loosening his belt and unbutton his pants. Pulling it free from his jockstrap the horny police office quickly produced a shiny black cock covered in pulsing veins, the hefty organ filling with blood and hardening as its owner grabbed Pj by his hair and prodded the boy's slightly bruised lips with the crest.

"Chief kept going on and on about how good a mouth you got kid. Open up so I can see if he was right." Mitch commanded in his stern cop voice. "And don't you dare do a half-assed job or your ass is in a cell. You got that."

Worry shooting through him with that kind of threat Pj quickly opened his mouth and passively allowed the tiger to shove his turgid member down his throat, the effort and concentration he put into then sucking on the moist, musky shaft intense as he tried his best not to fail the demand put on him.

"Ya better stop yer teasin' stripes." Pete snickered as he continued to pound into Pj's defenseless ass. "Don't want da brat faintin' on us. Not as fun fuckin' him iffin he's all quiet."

"You're the boss here D'caht so whatever you said." Mitch huffed out, the other cat's orange and black hips gyrating back and forth as he fucked the mouth pleasuring him.

"DAM RIGHT I AM!" Pete cheered with a loud belly laugh.

Getting off on the submission of the other man across from him Pete let out a rumbling growl and picked up speed, both him and Mitch locking eyes and smirking as they used the body trapped between them. The one on one time him and Pj had earlier had been good. Really good! But there was just something about an orgy he liked. Mostly because before that first threesome when he met Moose he had never had multiple partners during sex. It was invigorating knowing that soon another man would be in the hole he was plowing. His cum used a lube as another brought themselves to completion and added to the mess, the shared slick then helping him to enjoy himself when his turn came around again.

Walking back behind the billboard Clyde observed the action going on next to the old car they had come to inspect. "Damn Mitch, you couldn't wait for me to come back?" He said jokingly. Going over to his partner he looked down and watched Pj suck the tiger off. "Looking good by the way."

Turning to face his fellow officer, the two sharing a heated kiss much to Pj's surprise as he stared up at them, Mitch chuckled at the donkey. "What can I say partner? I just couldn't resist when D'caht started fucking him." He said. "You call base and tell him what we were doing?"

"Yeah it's cleared. Now move over and let me get some of that." Unzipping his pants as fast as he could, Clyde fished out his own rapidly hardening cock. The sheer size of it making Pj's eyes widen when he saw it. "Here you go kid."

Mitch pulling his cock out of his mouth suddenly Pj almost instantly found it being replaced by Clyde's, the donkey's colossal length nearly gagging him as the light brown furred officer grabbed the back of his head and trust his member down the boy's throat.

Pulling out of Pj himself when Clyde took his place Pete made a clicking sound with the back of his teeth, motioning for Mitch to tag in on the other side of his son. Not one to dawdle the orange furred car quickly slipped into place and pushed his way inside, the feel of Pj's ass around his cock making his lips curl in a snarl as he began to steadily drive into the younger man without a second though.

"How's it feel kitty cat?" Pete said as he got behind the tiger and tweaked his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. "Like havin' yer cock in a barely legal brat?"

"Fuck yeah I do." Mitch groaned as his sensitive pecs were teased. "I'm loving that to D'caht."

"Buddy, you ain't see nuffin' yet." Pete chuckled ominously. "I'm kinda pissed off right now at someone so you an' yer partner are in few quite a good time."

Getting down onto his knees Pete reached around Mitch's waist and yanked down the officer's pants belt and all. Coming face to face with the stripy backside of the other man he went in to give him a rim job just as he did Pj, Mitch letting out a startled yelp as he suddenly came into Pj's overused hole, the excess leaking out as he panted and growled in frustration.

"Got a little too excited over there didn't you?" Clyde joked lightly as he stepped away from the mouth he had been fucking. "Guess that mean's it's my turn now."

"Fucking hell. Didn't think I'd shoot off that quick." Mitch complained with slightly red cheeks. "And just when I was starting to enjoy myself."

"Don't worry stripy man, we can get ya ready fer another go." Pete said looking up at the standing man. "Why don't ya come over to da car and lay down in da back fer a bit? I'm sure I can get ya all nice and hard again."

Staring at the Studebaker then back to Pete Mitch snorted. "Chief was right when he said you were a horny bastard D'caht." He commented. "But okay. I'm up to the challenge. Especially if it means you go back to giving me that rim job you started."

"Don't wear him out too much Mitch!" Clyde shouted out as the two men walked towards the car next to them. "I want to see what it's like too after I finish here."

Laughter ringing out around him as the three men laughed at the donkey's eagerness, Pj couldn't help but roll his eyes. Seemed everywhere he went someone ended up having sex with him. School, Mr. Fraido's deli, that one time at the seven eleven. He just hoped that once his little rendezvous with the two officers ended that there wouldn't be any more unexpected orgies.

If only he knew just how wrong he would be when him and his dad made it to the apartment building that day. How, after being left alone with a certain happy-go-lucky boar he'd be drawn into yet another spectacle of sex and debauchery that would one day be written in the dairy he secretly kept up in his bedroom.