Buddy Thunderstruck!
So I started watching this show, and since it has some surprisingly gay moments, I decided to right a story off of it. I'm not trying to tell any deep story with this one, just two gay bros going on truck adventures (which is pretty much what the show is, minus the sex and vulgar tones). I want to say this show takes place in the late seventies, however the show has cars from the fifties, as well as cars from the present. It's a cool detail, however most of the cars resemble models from the 70's and 80's, so that's what I went with. This won't be all that accurate to the show, more-so the vibe the show gives off (at least I hope I captured it). Enjoy!
"Oh, Buddy, you're so big!"
"I'm well aware Becky, you've been saying it eighty fucking times now" the dog muttered, his hard thrusts making the bed creak harder and harder.
"It's Betty!"
"Bessie, got it, keep quiet I'm about to shoot."
"A-Already? But it's only been..."
"Just shut up, please, Benny, I'm gonna....OH FUCK ME IN THE ASS, AH!"
Buddy had a death grip on her, pushing his rod deep inside her warm crevice as he began gushing. At least, in the condom he was wearing, which was hot because he felt his warm cum hug against his own cock, but sucked because it's gross to look at.
Sliding out of her, he looked at the ceiling as he slipped the condom off, grimacing at how gross it felt, all wrinkly and wet. "What about me?" he heard the cheetah girl from the bed, laying down as a hand went to her groin.
"Now sweetie, you are a hot little number, but I got a race in ten minutes. I'll be back in a half-hour tops, I'll be happy to eat that little puss of your's then, got it?" the dog asked as he began putting on his jeans and orange turtleneck.
"Yeah, I got it, I-"
"Darn tootin' you do, now I gotta find my compadre" Buddy said with a bright smile, winking at her as he flung the door open, zipping his green-white jacket. The house was filled with people either fucking, puffing, snorting, and/or all three, which made looking for his friend all the more difficult. When a woman who was getting rammed by a wolf motioned for him to stick his cock in her mouth, Buddy had the briefest thought of forgetting about the race today. Of course, that damned idea left his mind as soon as it got in, and a few moments later he found his partner-in-crime on a couch in the corner of the house.
The albino ferret had his teeth clenched as a cute raccoon slid her mouth on his cock all sensual-like. She was rubbing all over his jean-vest, and that raccoon definitely looked like she knew what she was doing. Adjusting his crotch, Buddy called out "Alright Darnell hurry it up, race starts in ten!"
"Hold on bro, I'm trying to see how long I can hold out. Been on edge for about five minutes now...ooh shit..." he grunted, waning off the temptation to face-fuck her into oblivion.
Now during any other time Buddy would respect his partner's wish, but considering he needed to get a trophy the dog really had no time to wait. Walking over, he said to the girl "I hope you don't mind sweetie" as he took hold of her head. Before the two could question Buddy's motives, the canine began vigorously shaking, the cock she was working on sliding in and out of her like a machine.
Of course, the poor ferret couldn't handle that. He grabbed Buddy by his sweater, yanking him closer and staring at Buddy with a face of anger and orgasmic bliss. Speaking in a half-spoke-half-moan, Darnell growled "How dare you" as his cock blew up like Hiroshima in the poor girl's mouth. She flung up coughing, which made the still-shooting cock fling cum everywhere, including Buddy's sweater.
"N-Now COME ON! You know this is expensive!" Buddy shouted, wiping it off on the couch.
"I was TWELVE SECONDS until breaking my record! I can't believe you!"
"Sometimes I can't believe myself either, now come on! Five big ones when I get first place!" the dog shouted in excitement, grabbing Darnell by the arm as he ran for the door. The ferret had his pants around his legs, and his big-boy-bits were flinging to and fro as he nearly tripped on a passed-out party goer. Finding their way out of that surprisingly awesome party, they made their way to their decked-out black truck. Buddy was happy he gave the artist an extra hundred for the green fire effects on the front.
The two got into the car, and Buddy was quick to slam on the gas and hit the road.
"I didn't even know they were doubling the reward tonight, Buddy. The competition must be tough."
"Yup, got some big boys coming in to Greasepit. But trust me when I say that it is Buddy fucking Thunderstruck that is going to get that prize money tonight."
"You still got to bring your A-Game though, if these people are as big as you say. You didn't drink at that party, did you?"
"Not a single drop."
"Yeah, that's good, way to show responsibility-"
"But I am stoned as a motherfucker."
The ferret went wide-eyed, looking at Buddy's face and seeing that his eyes were as red as strawberries. He ran his fingers across his pompadour hair-do as he said "Jesus, dude! If you knew that tonight was important why did you smoke?"
"I wasn't going to, but then I took a whiff and it was like I was in heaven. I took two hits from a reefer and I was so gosh-darn high I saw Major Tom far above the world, talkin' 'bout how planet earth is blue and there was nothing he could do-"
"Okay okay, I get it...you got some on you?"
"Ha! Some?" the dog laughed, reaching into the glove compartment and pulling out a jar filled with pot. Darnell gasped, it's beauty too much for him to handle. "You bought the whole thing, Buddy? Is it really that good?"
"You know how you hit a certain point where you can't get high anymore after smoking for a while?"
"Yeah."
"This right here is limitless. It's glorious in every meaning of the word, so much so that I'm considering calling it the Major Tom strand because you only get higher and higher."
"Ha! Great name, bro."
"I know, bro, I'm a great namer. And hey we're here!"
All of a sudden, the truck flew in mid-air, having ran over a shockingly sturdy ramp on the side of the road. Both men were lifted off their seats, the event becoming mundane as this is the only way they enter the arena due to time concerns. You are suppose to check-in, technically, but those kinds of rules don't really apply to the best of the best. Before they knew it, the truck landed on the race track, right as the gun was shot. Like they were there the entire time, Buddy slammed the breaks and headed off with the other trucks.
On the loudspeaker, a chicken by the name of Nick was narrating the event. *Ladies and Gentlemen, the race has begun, with _the _Buddy Thunderstruck entering just in the nick of time! *
Darnell took turns looking at the other trucks dodging and weaving each other, and Buddy's determined face. Buddy was a joker in every way, but when it came to racing the dog had his mind set on a single goal; winning.
One of the dog's biggest strengths is the way he weaves through trucks at high speeds. It's very dangerous, and there have been plenty of accidents throughout his career, however it was essential if you wanted to get ahead of everyone else in the beginning. And with no shock what-so-ever Buddy is making his way through the racers. He's weaving through them like someone who heard a gunshot at the party they were in!
Seeing a corner come up, Buddy began drifting early, narrowly missing the inside-wall of the course. That got him ahead of two drivers, getting him in second place.
"So Darnell, what do you want to do after we win?"
"We can go back to the party and do stuff."
"Nah, I'm not really feeling it. It was fun but there was some rowdy shit going on. I think I saw someone being sold. What else?"
"Get a manicure?"
"No."
"Belch contest?"
"No."
"We can start a farm and-"
"We are not good at making ideas."
"That...we are not, I agree."
"I guess we'll just see what happens?"
"Probably the most trustful thing to do. You know, this guy has a big distance in front of us."
"That he does, bromeo, that he does" Buddy muttered, slamming an infamous button in the car. From the back of a truck, a giant booster came out, shooting out fire. Like a rocket, the truck went at breakneck speeds, passing right by the truck that thought it was going to win. It was a guaranteed Trump card, and neither could give a reason as to why they were allowed to use it. Darnell was yawning as they passed the finish line.
And Buddy Thunderstruck wins the Annual Greasepit Full Throttle New Year's Race! With the consecutive wins this year, Buddy is officially crowned the best Greasepit Racer in 1977!
The crowd went ballistic, and the two mammals had their jaws dropped. "So _that's _why the reward was doubled! Hoowee, I should've known!" Buddy shouted as the two got out of the car, walking on to a stage in which they got cheers from adorning fans and a trophy with five-thousand dollars in it. The two held it in the air as camera flashes nearly blinded them.
Hard coughing echoed in the smoke-filled room, as the duo sat at the dining table at their favorite place, the Concho Bolo, a place in which the owner happily gave them the keys too so that they may come whenever they please. Darnell handed the bong to Buddy who, after a few moments of water bubbling, began coughing as well. "Th...that's the rest of it" he said through a grainy voice as he put the bong on the floor next to them. After the coughing was done, the two simply laughed and stared at one another.
"You sure you don't want to head to that party?"
"Not at all, I'm way too buzzed to want to do that. Funny thing, I told a girl there I was going to come back in half-an-hour."
"You asshole, why didn't you go?"
"Truth be told, she's the person who I'm pretty sure sold someone earlier at the party."
"Wait, that _wasn't _a joke?"
"Nope, she handed over some dude with a poncho on, a guy gave her five hundred bucks, and they left."
"Well that could have been a bunch of things."
"My gut told me it was a sale. Man, that woman was fine, though. Gets me riled up just thinking about her."
"Yeah, that chick I was with knew what she was doing" Darnell said, idly reaching a hand down to grope at his growing bulge. He rubbed it softly, beginning to recall that moment at the party.
A soft fp fp fp sound caught the ferret's ears, and he looked to his friend. Buddy was leaning back, eyes closed, with his arm shaking under the table. "J-Jesus, Buddy, are you-"
"Oh what's the harm, we've caught each other in almost every personal act a person could do. What's a quick tug?" the canine asked, smiling through half-lidded eyes as he stared at him. Darnell blushed furiously, his friend's actions causing his pants to swell tremendously. This went on for a few moments, before Buddy began scooting his chair over to Darnell.
"What are you doing?" the ferret asked, trying not to look down as Buddy sat right next to him.
"Which one of us is bigger?"
"Are you serious?"
"What? I never got to compare. I want to see if I'm bigger then you!"
Darnell gulped. He's serious about this. It's kind of weird, willingly showing him his junk. Then again, they were so open with one another it wouldn't make much of a difference. Fuck it he thought as he unbuckled his belt. Zipping his fly down, the ferret fished in the hole, finding his member and pulling it out. It was surprisingly erotic, the way his cut shaft hit the cool air. He looked to Buddy, who was entranced at the display.
"Nice piece of meat you got there, Darnell. Alright, let's see..." Buddy said as he wrapped an arm around Darnell, bringing him closer. Glancing down, Darnell got a full view of Buddy's own shaft. It was brown and uncut, and a light glob of pre collected at the top of it. He turned his head to Darnell's cock and his own, back and forth, until his eyes widened.
"You got nearly an inch on me, bro! That's seven and a half inches, at least! Look at that..." Buddy sighed, the two simply staring at each other's packages.
"Darnell?"
"Yeah, bro?"
"You know that me doing this is signalling that I want to fool around with you, right?"
Talk about being blunt. I mean, the dog's actions were incredibly straight-forward, but the ferret thought his partner would at least lead into it. Buddy spoke again, saying "If you don't swing that way, it's fine. But you didn't seem to mind any of this, so is it safe to assume..."
Darnell pressed his muzzle against Buddy's, much to the dog's surprise. That explains that he thought as he began making out with his friend.
The ferret decided to be bold (he might as well, considering Buddy's approach), and grabbed onto Buddy's dick. He felt the pre fall to his fingers as he began to jerk him off. It was warm and smooth against his hands, and he took advantage of Buddy's moan to slip his tongue into the canine's mouth. Buddy lightly humped into Darnell's soft hand, his moans beginning to fill the room. Thank god they were in the rural parts of town.
After a few minutes, Buddy lightly pushed Darnell off of him. The ferret barely had time to wonder why as the dog went to his knees in front of him. The canine took in the eyeful of the throbbing dick in front of him. He licked his lips as he grabbed it and aimed it toward his muzzle. The ferret leaned back, expecting Buddy's mouth to encase his member. Instead, he felt hot air.
Looking down he saw Buddy's muzzle open, exhaling onto the eager shaft. It was such a tease, and it drove Darnell crazy. He was on a hair trigger, and the ferret gasped loudly when he felt the wetness and heat of the dog's mouth wrap around him. Buddy began nodding his head, fighting the urge to masturbate his own member which was leaking consistently.
Darnell moaned, wrapping his hands on the canine's head, scratching his ears. The soft sound of slurping filled the room, and it was just so fucking hot. Several minutes pass by, and the ferret could feel pressure building in his groin as his orgasm approached. Buddy noted the increased throbbing and moans, leading him to pull off his bro's cock.
"J-Jesus, B-Buddy! Why did y-you stop?"
The canine smiled as he stood up and bent over the table, sliding his jeans down. Darnell's eyes widened, and pre squirted from his dick as the dog presented his firm ass to him. "I want you to fuck me."
Darnell took out a pack of lube from his pocket (always important to have) and got up from his seat. Instead of taking position in front of Buddy, however, he himself sat down on the table. The canine was about to question him, until Darnell spoke up "I want you to ride me...i-if you don't mind."
"Darnell, you naughty dog! I've never done it before, though."
"And I've never fucked a dude. Come on, you're Buddy Thunderstruck, this should be easy for a guy like you."
"Don't flatter me, now" Buddy laughed, taking off his pants entirely as he got up on the table. Darnell squirted some lube on his dick and rubbed it, and realized that the saliva and pre on him was already plenty. He was about to put some inside his canine friend, but he was quick to inform him that he was already lubed.
"What? When did you-"
"When I went to the bathroom at the arena."
"Man, you were desperate for this, huh?"
"Yup. I just couldn't wait for this."
And with that, Buddy lowered himself onto his friend's lap. Both of them shivered when they made contact, and both nearly came when Darnell entered. It was such a new feeling, Buddy had only ever had a finger up there. Darnell never even did anal.
Eventually, Buddy felt his ass press against Darnell's thighs. The canine sighed at the feeling of his friend's rod inside him. A few moments later, Buddy began moving up again, and a few moments later he went down. It went on like this for a while, soft moans as they slowly fucked. At one point, they faced each other, each had a sexily horny look, and Darnell couldn't help but slowly begin thrusting into Buddy, matching his descents.
That made Buddy moan, and a shot of pre hit Darnell's shirt. The shaft inside him began to hit his prostate repeatedly, and Buddy began panting in sync with the thrusts.
"I...oh...thought you wanted me too-ah" the canine moaned. Darnell lifted his upper body into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around Buddy and pulling him close.
"I can't help it. Oh fuck, I need to fuck you so badly" Darnell said as he began humping harder, causing both to moan loudly. Every thrust not only hit Buddy's g-spot, but it made his dick rub against the ferret's stomach. Buddy became taut with pleasure, squeezing onto Darnell's cock, which in turn made Darnell hump harder. It was a continuous cycle, which would eventually lead to them creaming in and on each other.
Now, they were fucking hard, Buddy's ass slapping into Darnell's thighs. Buddy was moaning loudly, and with a high voice. Usually seeing the canine as a prideful and dominant person, the sight of the same canine moaning submissively only drove Darnell closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Buddy, I ain't gonna last much longer..."
"I'm about to blow soon too, bro..."
The two faced each other, their hot breaths hitting one another as they neared their climax.
"A-Almost there...oh..."
"Come on Darnell, don't hold it back. Just let it go, don't be afraid now..."
"F-fuck...fuck fuck I..."
"That's it...oh god I'm about to shoot, fucking god...keep...going"
"I...I'm gonna cum...I-I'm gonna cum! F-F-FUCK!"
Their orgasms hit them like a ton of bricks. Darnell shivered in ecstasy as he gushed inside his canine friend, feeling the hot cum trickle down from Buddy's ass onto his nuts.
At the same time, Buddy was as stiff as a statue as his dick throbbed violently, shooting cum all over Darnell's chest as well as his own. The canine was lost in pleasure, and was left to moaning and cumming.
It took several moments for them to get their composure. After catching their breath, they looked at one another and, for some reason, began laughing. Not a hearty hysterical laugh, just a small calm one.
"I'm kind of shocked this hasn't happened sooner. I mean, I'm pretty sure people were already assuming, considering how we act with one another."
"Fun fact, the woman I screwed today thought you were my boyfriend and that I was gay..."
"No shit? Wow, that's...pretty funny, actually. She thought you were gay. Gay people have, like, certain things about them. They know how to dress and are, like, classy."
"You saying I'm not classy?"
"Remember when you chugged five beers and threw up on the pool table?"
"Okay, but that-"
"And when you tried to fart the Star-Spangled Banner?"
"Jesus, it was the fourth of July, I was feeling patriotic!"
"And when you-"
"I get it! You asshole" Buddy laughed, lightly punching Darnell's shoulder.