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The truck rolled smoothly onto the lot, its engine only idling. The gray-chinned wolf behind the wheel backed the trailer into the loading bay and stopped with four inches of room left. There had been a time when backing up a trailer seemed impossible. That had been over thirty years ago.

It was a dull drive, a dull delivery, but a nice paycheck. Ryan Huffman, his black, aged truck now free of its load, drove over to the local branch of the national bank he used. The truck was too big for the drive-thru lane. Trucker's plight; park and go inside, always and until the end of time. It was the same for banks and fast food restaurants.

The clerk was a pretty sparrow with piercing blue eyes. She greeted Mr. Huffman with a smile and seemed to pay no mind to his grimy appearance and rather musky scent. She helped him deposit his check with a hundred kept out in cash for this expense and that. That might have been the end of it. Ryan would have left, bought himself some beer and some fast food, and he would have slept in his truck somewhere. But another customer came out of the manager's office fussing and cussing and threatening to take his business elsewhere, and the Joisey twang of the accent coupled with the colorful language caught the wolf's ear, because Ryan - sweet and fatherly old turd that he was - was always on the lookout for a bit of schadenfreude. Even nice men had their vices.

"Don't you fuckin' bullshit me with this goddamn inactivity fee shit!" the New Jerseyan snarled from just inside the doorway. "I'm not payin' no five dollars 'cause I ain't put money in the account in a month!"

The manager pleaded, "Sir, I'm sure we can reverse that-."

"Goddamn right ya gonna reverse it," the feisty client snapped, and he stepped into the lobby of the bank, slamming the manager's door at his back. Ryan was in love. It was amazing that such a coarse voice came out of something so damn cute: skunk, wide ass, very tall. The very real anger on the skunk's pouting lips hid the resting bitch face he always sported. "God dammit!" the skunk yowled, then hastily smoothed back his hair - dyed cyan and conditioned just enough to be a little messy and moppy no matter what.

Ryan Huffman strode in front of the skunk. He was buttoning up his oil-stained flannel. "Banks, huh?" he scoffed.

"Fuckin' vultures, man," the skunk scoffed back. "Believe that fuckin' shit? Five dollars!"

The old wolf shook his head sympathetically. "Highway robbery, kid. Highway fuckin' robbery."

"Yeah! Jesus Christ. Gotta get outta here." He started for the door.

Ryan followed without missing a step. He eyed the skunk's wide ass, and good god, there was so much of it to gawk at. It was held fast by yoga pants and the effect reminded Ryan of a sausage casing. Dialogue from an old cartoon sprang to mind: so round, so firm, so fully-packed!

The skunk heard Ryan's boots and held the door on his way out. "Thanks, kid," the wolf politely said. Thinking fast, scrambling to keep him on the line like a good bullshit artist, he said, "Hey, you live around here?"

"Huh? Yeah, 'course I fucking do," the skunk said impatiently. Then, "Sorry. Sorry, man. Just that fucking-," he gestured at the bank. "Fuck them pricks."

Ryan chuckled. "S'all right, everyone has a shitty day now and then."

"Shitty day, try a shitty life," the skunk snorted.

The wolf winked an orange eye at him and grinned. "What can ya do? Gotta ford the shit river of life. Close your mouth and keep paddling."

A smirk from the skunk. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess so." He braced his paws on his formidable hips. Nodded at the wolf. "What's your name, old man?"

"Huffman," said Ryan. "Ryan Huffman." He stuck out a paw. "And you, sugar?"

"Felix," he answered, offering no surname.

No flinch on the sugar, thought Ryan. Execute phase two.

"Felix, huh? So what's there for fun around here, Felix? Besides getting cornholed by your local bank."

A snicker from Felix. "I'd rather get cornholed by a pal, sugar. Preferably one who ain't old enough to be my pop."

Ryan smiled, full of charm. "Hey, hey now. I might be old," he allowed, "but at least I fuck you with a smile. And I'm happy to get fucked back. No inactivity fees on this ass."

Felix shifted from one foot to the other. He sized Ryan up with a thoughtful hum. Then he said, "Huh, all right. All right, Huffman. You some old-school biker queer or something? Think you can roll with me?"

The wolf shrugged. "Ain't met a kid I couldn't fuck stupid yet."

The skunk snorted. "Here, you old fuck." He passed Ryan a business card. It came from his back pocket and had a curve as a result. "Show up around eight if you're man enough. Lube's on the house."

Ryan squinted to read the fine text. The graphic on the card was of Felix in silhouette, naked, looking a bit like a mudflap girl. "Sensuous Stripes Studios, huh." He eyed Felix, smiling coyly. "You one of them dirty boys gets naked in front of the camera?"

Felix walked over to his car, a black 2017 Dodge Challenger. He gave his hip a smack. "With an ass like this, why the fuck wouldn't I? Got thirsty fucks like you linin' up for the chance to sniff my asshole."

Before the old wolf could make a comeback, Felix was in his car and had it started. The wolf watched him go. He eyed the business card again and chuckled. "Gonna do more than sniff that asshole. But goddamn, am I gonna snort it, too."

Ryan killed the rest of the day with a movie (superhero films were his guilty pleasure), then a couple of beers at a bar he came across. Most of the clientele was grumpy and blue-collar; Ryan lost his smile and fit in easily. He chatted with a dour old bull about the state of the economy; there just wasn't good work for an honest-to-god pipe fitter anymore, Ryan agreed.

Around a quarter to eight he found Felix's studio. It was on the outskirts of town, railroad tracks running behind it, weeds poking through its cracked asphalt parking lot. The building appeared to be some kind of old welding shop and its true purpose, assuming Ryan had not been lured into some kind of organ-theft scam, was not given away by any means.

He parked his truck in the parking lot with room to spare. Buttoned up his flannel again - the evening was chilly, almost autumn - and hopped out with cautious thoughts of booty. Light shined through the door in front. Ryan rapped his knuckles on it and heard a few seconds later, "Come on in, it's open."

The voice was unfamiliar. Gentle, unlike Felix - and Ryan was certain he'd heard a lisp, faint though the voice was. He let himself in and was pleased by the warmth inside. What had been a welding or auto shop was still clearly that; the front office he had stepped into was a holdover from the eighties with wood paneling on the walls, slightly bowed, bulging in a few places near the ceiling where water damage had left soiled spots in the plaster. A gutted soda machine sat lifeless in the corner. A set of double doors, wedged open with rubber-footed doorstops, led into a cavernous and dark area which had once been a workshop.

Ryan's eyes were drawn right. Another door, smaller, was propped open by a car battery with badly corroded terminals. He peered inside and saw that this was where the studio was. It was another world compared to the industrial shop and quaint office. Modern decor, full furnishings for a spacious bedroom. Cameras and microphones stood off to one side like Christmas decorations in the off-season just waiting to be dragged out and used again.

Seated on the bed was not Felix, but a possum. Entirely nude save for latex leggings, his thickness rivaled the skunk. His expression, although rather bitchy, softened into a smile when he got a look at Ryan.

"Ooh, you must be that wolf Felix was talking about," said the possum, his accent neutrally Midwestern, his prominent lisp practically an accent all its own. "Hi, I'm Marcus. Sit down, sit down, please."

Ryan smiled at the possum. Two boys, was that so? Assuming Felix was here. Even if he wasn't, well, Ryan was sure he could make himself right at home with just Marcus. He considered the chairs, the spacious casting couch. Then he sat on the large bed, pulling a leg up onto its surface but politely leaving his boot off of it.

"I guess Felix already told you about me," Ryan said. "But still - Ryan, Ryan Huffman. Nice to meet you, cutie." He offered Marcus a paw and the possum took it, shook it. "And aren't you a hung kid..."

Marcus smiled slyly. He palmed his flaccid penis. It laid out on the bed like a piece of hose. "Twelve-and-a-half erect. You could say I'm gifted."

"I'd fuckin' say so," Ryan growled, grinning, leaning closer. His smell hung heavily on him, masculine musk and sweat. "You a catcher or a pitcher, kiddo?"

The possum scooted nearer. His long tail swished in serpentine fashion, coming around to curl about Ryan's leg. He touched the wolf without hesitation, palming his chest through flannel, his chin with reverence. "Whichever the scene calls for, handsome," he cooed.

Ryan leaned closer, tail wagging and paws roaming the boy. Their lips came together in a shallow kiss. Its gentle smack echoed in the large bedroom. "I'm real torn right now, kid. Dunno if I wanna fuck your brains out or ride you like a cowboy."

Marcus smirked. He opened his mouth to speak. And then Felix said as he walked into the room, "Fuckers couldn't even wait for me? I pay the bills around here."

The wolf turned his head, then his body to look at Felix. The skunk was nude, not a thing on him. His fat, uncut cock dangled sullenly before him.

"Jesus," Ryan huffed. "The fuck do you kids feed your dicks? Miracle-Gro?"

Marcus giggled. Felix said without any change in his expression, "Old faggots like you." He stepped up to the bed like a batter up to the plate. Grabbed his cock, raised it level with Ryan's lips. "Give it a kiss."

"Smooch the royal scepter?" Ryan sardonically asked, eliciting still no change from the skunk. He smirked and planted a loving smack on the head of Felix's penis. Then he sat back, paws on his knees. An erection stiffened up in his jeans; hard not to be ready to go with such beautiful boys on either side of him.

The possum knelt behind Ryan and hugged his middle. He began unbuttoning the wolf's flannel.

Felix asked flatly, "You eat ass, old man?"

"Pope shit in the woods?" Ryan asked back, keeping on a poker face.

The skunk finally smirked. Even then he looked bitchy and sullen. He turned on his heel and pulled apart his ass cheeks, exposing to Ryan his rather large and richly pink anus. "Get to work then. And don't just lick it. Gonna smell it too."

Marcus pulled off Ryan's flannel and the wolf cooperated, same with his oil-streaked white shirt. "Oh, no-o-o," the wolf sarcastically moaned. "Anything but that, kid."

"Yeah, yeah. Musky old queer like you probably fingers his own asshole just so he can smell it," Felix said.

Well, yeah, who doesn't do that? thought Ryan. He grappled with Felix's broad, black ass and crammed his snout into the crack without hesitation. His nostrils flared against the skunk's anus. Deep and heady musk filled his nostrils, made him shudder, moan. "Oh, man," he cooed, his words floating out muffled. "I forgot how good skunk ass is."

Felix was smirking. "Yeah. 'Specially this skunk ass," he snapped, and shoved back his big black ass with the emphasis. His anus pushed firmly against Ryan's muzzle as if smooching it. Its rim was plump and visibly tight, making the skunk's anal training obvious.

Ryan smelled the ring again, this time with his black nose pushed somewhat inside of its rim. Felix's smell was pure musk, a very earthy smell, one the wolf found appealing to his ass-sniffing palate. He licked over the ring, his broad tongue tugging it open a little bit before coming off its surface.

Marcus watched over Ryan's shoulder with envy for Felix, not Ryan. After all, as the only permanent employee of the studio, he ate Felix with considerable regularity. This wolf, though, he seemed like he knew how to eat ass. The possum had never been with a musky old queer; his oldest had been a middle-aged horse just coming off a loveless marriage, learning he had a thing for boys. Ryan was experienced.

The possum's smooth, fleshy palms gripped the denim hill of Ryan's erection. He could feel the sweat and the heat through the grease-stained fabric. He huffed into Ryan's ear, nibbled it, even smelled it somewhat, for there was some of the wolf's identifying musk too. It was ingrained in him to always be doing at least two things at once; he could not simply open Ryan's fly. He also had to molest the wolf, to be passionate and lustful. It came naturally with the handsome old queer.

Ryan let Marcus work, smiling at the possum's attention but marveling at the skunk's perfection. He smooched the skunk's asshole and prodded his tongue into the plump rim, working his pink tongue into Felix's pink asshole with a little bit of persistence.

"That's right, get ya fuckin' tongue in there," hissed Felix, shoving the fat, fluffy pillows of his ass into Ryan's head. His cock was stiffening up, thirteen inches in total. Marcus had twelve-and-a-half. It was a point of pride he never let the possum forget. Felix owned the studio, Felix had the bigger dick, and Felix had the nicer ass too. "Get me_real_ fuckin' slick, Huffman, 'cause I'm riding you like you're a goddamn pony and I better be lubed up enough for it!"

Marcus smirked. He kissed Ryan's cheek and pulled apart the flaps of the wolf's fly, baring dirty steel-gray boxers. His fingers slid under the waistband and curled around the naked meat of Ryan's greasy penis. "Don't take what Felix says personally, yeah? He's just always in character. Fans love the angry Joisey shit."

"Shaddup Marcus," Felix huffed.

"Yeah," Ryan huffed from between Felix's cheeks, "shaddup Marcus."

"Fuck both of you," the possum laughed. "Pricks." He pulled Ryan's boxers out over his cock and let the waistband rest at the base of Ryan's cock like a bib. Smoothly he ducked around Ryan and nosed the wolf's meat. Its size was impressive; though he and Felix were bigger, eight or nine inches wasn't bad at all for a smelly old queer. Its black color impressed him more than its length and girth.

"Nice prick you have," Marcus cooed. He squeezed it, kissed along its throbbing shaft. Ryan shuddered into Felix's rump, his slobbering halting for a few seconds, then resuming. "Mm, yeah, real jealous of Felix, getting to sit on this."

The skunk looked back as much as he could without pulling his ass away from Ryan. He managed to just barely glimpse the wolfmeat around the curve of his own ass. "Black, huh? Pretty fuckin' good color for a prick, yeah."

"You ought to taste it," Marcus chuckled. Then he mouthed Ryan's cock, going down all the way in one casual gulp. Down his neck it went without a second thought, slipping into the gripping hole of his throat. He gulped and suckled, nose pressed into the musky thatch of Ryan's groin.

Ryan groaned. He rested on Felix's big, hot ass and smacked his lips around the pucker. By then the skunk's rim was glossy with slobber. "Fuck, you kids are the real deal, aren't you? Know how to treat a guy."

"I like ya for some reason," Felix said, his tone implying it disgusted him to say so. "Don't get a big head about it."

Marcus pulled off of Ryan's cock without so much as a hitch in his throat. He nosed the wolf and kissed his cheek with wet lips. "Your prick tastes good, mister wolf," he said sweetly, softly. "Hey Fe-e-elix, I think Mr. Huffman's ready if you wanna sit down."

"Yeah, 'bout goddamn time too," Felix snorted. "Ey, lay back, wolf! Get your pants off. Leave those fuckin' boots on though."

Ryan smelled Felix as he withdrew. His slobber glinted in the skunk's fur like candy glaze. He shimmied out of his pants and boxers, kicking them off his booted feet. As he slid up on the bed until only his feet hung off, Marcus brought over a pillow for the wolf's head. "Thanks, sugar," he growled. "And for your information, kid," he said at Felix, who knelt on the bed and moved closer, "the boots stay on no matter what."

Felix sneered, breaking up his bitchy face. "Good, 'cause they look hot on you."

Lying nearby and fondling himself, Marcus watched the live sex show with rare interest. He was so used to other girly boys like himself and like Felix, but Ryan was such a new and thrilling partner. He loved how handsome and sweet and smelly the wolf was. He was very jealous of Felix.

The skunk glanced at Marcus. He straddled Ryan, bringing his massive butt down on the wolf's cock. It was sandwiched in his cheeks. He started to reach back when Marcus, well aware of the skunk's glare, grabbed Ryan's dick and guided it to Felix's pucker.

"Allow me, boss."

"Yeah, make yaself fuckin' useful why don't ya," Felix groused. As soon as he felt Ryan's cock against his anus, he wriggled down without hesitation. Ryan was big, yes, but Felix was a twentysomething gay porn star; he was ready for Ryan any time the wolf wanted to go. He said as his ass hid the moaning trucker's thick meat, "Feels pretty good. Nice cock you got, ya old fuck."

"Nice ass you got, bitchy little shit," Ryan said in kind. His grubby paws cinched around Felix's hips, squeezing, dimpling fatty flesh and plush fur. He licked his lips and growled, "Wanna smooch, kid?"

Felix gyrated against Ryan, letting his weight and his snug anal muscles work the wolf. "Duh," he huffed, bending and planting his lips savagely on Ryan's. The kiss came on hard and fast, a good kiss for the screen, if they only happened to be filming. Lots of swishing tongues, great strands of sloppy drool. Ryan combed his fingers through the skunk's vibrant hair.

Marcus scooted up next to Ryan, rubbing his cock against the wolf's thigh. He did what Felix did not, rubbing the wolf's chest, feeling sweetly over his tubby gut. He marveled at the wolf's heat and musk, at his age, and how confidently he carried himself for someone so far out of his prime.

Ryan's orange eyes glanced at the possum. He grinned in his slobbery kiss with Felix and diverted a paw to the possum. He squeezed the boy's ass, a butt nearly as soft and round as Felix's. As if he owned the possum, he slid his fingers between Marcus' ass cheeks and teased them over the rim of the boy's anus.

"Ooh, Ryan," Marcus cooed, closing his eyes, nuzzling the wolf's neck and chest. He gave the wolf's armpit a brief, demure sniff and found even that to be a queerly pleasant smell, but only because it was Ryan. It being Ryan Huffman's armpit made it okay.

The skunk, grinding hard, bouncing slowly, broke the kiss off. Slobber dribbled down his chin. "Real good kiss," he huffed. He was blushing, but frowning, Resting Bitch Face at full power. He pushed himself upright and he rode on the wolf with a practiced pose, spine curved slightly backward, big uncut cock jutting out. Its drizzle of precum glazed Ryan's doughy gut.

"I give the best goddamn kisses," Ryan growled, groping Marcus, fingering his pucker in one paw, grabbing Felix by the cock in the other. He masturbated the skunk with smooth tugs, letting the foreskin do the work for him.

"You're so handsome," the possum amorously cooed. He kissed Ryan timidly. His tail, that long and fleshy rope, coiled around the wolf's burly arm in coy fashion. He kissed, nibbled along Ryan's neck, pausing at the twin slopes of his moobs. He flicked his tongue over a nipple, prodded it until it stiffened, and then he gave it a gentle bite.

"You suckin' his titties? Ya fuckin' freak," Felix scoffed. "Thank Christ we ain't fuckin' filmin' this."

Ryan snorted a laugh. "Felix, kid, you don't know how to appreciate an old man, do you?"

"I don't give a fuck," Felix said, but somehow with a casualness which disarmed the words. "Hey, you gonna nut inside my ass or what?"

The wolf sneered. He braced a foot against the bed. He pushed lazily against Felix, prodding his cock in with a bit more force than what the skunk was giving. Felix huffed, seemed to take the hint, and hunched over Ryan. His paws sunk into the bed and he pounded his rump down on the old wolf's hips, ass cheeks giving muffled claps.

Marcus kissed Ryan, cooing to him, whispering softly and sweetly just for the old truck driver, "Your fingers feel so-o-o good up my butt, mister wolf. You sure know how to make a guy feel special."

"You bet I do," Ryan agreed, no small amount of pride in his voice. He smooched with the possum, coaxing him into a slobbery kiss like the one shared with Felix.

The skunk nosed into their mated snouts and hissed, "I don't know about you, Huffman, but I'm gonna fuckin' cum. You got a nice prick for such a creepy old fuck."

Ryan said nothing, but Felix saw the grin on his face. He smooched with Marcus then broke off the kiss. The possum gasped when he was free; the kiss left him panting, drool clinging to his maw. "Lemme finish up with stripeboy here, kid," Ryan cooed to the possum. "Then you and me, we'll have some fun."

"Oh, sure, Ryan," Marcus said, his voice crooning. He liked the wolf a lot; in fact, he mildly loved the old wolf in the puppylove way most of Ryan's partners ended up loving him. He laid close to the wolf, sniffing his musky body, licking him, nosing tits, armpits, neckscruff and ears, eager to smell and sample the busy wolf.

Ryan favored Marcus with glances and sweet smiles, but his eyes kept mostly on Felix. It didn't bother Marcus; Felix was the star of the studio besides being the owner. A thick possum with a big dick was appealing but a wide-assed skunk with an attitude was even more of a draw.

From Felix's perspective, he may as well have been alone with Ryan. He didn't give Marcus so much as a glance. He was looking down at Ryan, glaring really. His frigid eyes were not made for loving looks. Felix was a boy who glared and glowered and tried to burn holes through people with his dirty looks; his achingly pretty face, snarling at worst and scowling at best, only added to the fire.

It was all the same to Ryan. Decades of chasing ass had paired him up with bitches like Felix, crooning sexpots like Marcus and a gamut of lovers fitting all the niches between. He fondled the skunk, squeezing hips and ass, stroking the fat meat of his penis with pleasure. He bucked up into Felix, boots digging into the bed, leaving black marks on the sheets. Huffman Was Here, these marks would tell future riders in Felix's studio.

"Yeah, jerk my fuckin' dick right off, crusty old fuckin' queer-ass wolf," Felix spat, breathless like he was running a marathon. He was huffing, drooling, grimacing. It was so unlike what Ryan expected from a perfect girly boy but it was so exciting to see that he wasn't complaining, not one bit.

Ryan held out his tongue like a kid catching snowflakes, but he was collecting the dribbles of Felix's drool. The skunk heaved over him, smashing that fat and clapping ass down with vicious strokes, fucking himself as hard as he could with nearly murderous intent. His cock spurted thick wads of precum, ropes of the stuff gushing out, splashing into the coarse fluff dressing Ryan's belly and chest. The whole shaft gleamed with it, stunk of it.

"Fuckin' gawd dammit," Felix snarled, sounding as righteously pissed in orgasm as he did having his tantrum at the bank. Thick streaks of cum splattered across Ryan's tits like tick marks on an inmate's cell wall. He was grunting, heaving, mashing down his ass not with bounces now but with greedy shoves, trying to bury as much of Mr. Huffman inside of his ass as possible. "You fat fuckin' queer wolf," Felix gasped, sounding oddly pleasant and relieved. "Jesus fuck, you got a nice cock, ya fuckin' prick!"

The wolf slid his paws up Felix's cock several times, drawing up the last drops of the skunk's climax. His own cock throbbed achingly inside of the boy; Ryan's toes were curling under the steel caps of his boots.

"Finish it off if you like it so goddamn much, kid," he breathed. "For Christ's sake."

Felix sneered. His grins weren't much more friendly than his scowls. He lifted himself off of Ryan's cock and his rim made a soft popping sound as it slipped off of the wolf's prick. "Nah, I ain't finishing you," said Felix petulantly. He slid gracefully to the edge and climbed off, went digging into his deck, and came up with a pack of Newports. As he lit one up, he said, "You wanna squirt, jerk off like everyone else."

"Oh, you are just a shit, aren't you, Felix?" Ryan asked, grinning at the skunk.

"I'm the shit who runs the fuckin' studio," Felix answered plainly.

Marcus nuzzled up to the wolf. He earned Ryan's gaze and smiled sweetly at him. "Mmm, Mr. Huffman," he cooed, "I could finish you off... ever cum inside of a possum?"

Ryan eyed the possum, putting on a look of exaggerated wariness. "Hm, cum inside of a possum?" he asked, rolling the proposition around his tongue. He squeezed his penis, keeping it stiff. "Nah, can't say that sounds too appealing to me." The possum appeared genuinely hurt. His affection for Ryan, he worried, had been terribly misplaced. "Possum dick up my ass, though," Ryan said brightly, "now that sounds like it could be a real party."

"Fuckin' queer old wolf," Felix snorted, pushing licks of sweet menthol smoke out his nostrils. As he spoke, the cigarette bobbed precariously on his lip yet never fell.

"Shut up, kid, the adults are talking," said Ryan tartly, wearing a dirty grin which may as well have been his signature. He pulled the thick possum close, pecked a kiss on his pouting lips.

Marcus nuzzled with Ryan, again flush with the infatuation so many of Ryan's boys felt. "Ooh, I'd love to fuck you," gushed Marcus, pawing at Ryan, palming gut and tits in eager hands. His penis draped alongside Ryan's. Its pink meat was vibrant alongside the matte black of Ryan's shaft.

Felix called out, "Hey Huffman, catch."

The wolf reached out before he looked. A bottle of lube socked into his palm and he squeezed it in his attempt not to drop it. A thick strand of colorless lube ejaculated from the bottle and splattered across the wolf's gut.

"Gee, thanks for the fuckin' warning, kid," Ryan muttered, smirking and blushing. "I swear that never happens to me, Marcus."

The possum giggled. He kissed Ryan, nuzzled with him. His slim belly ground against the wolf's gut and the lube was spread into their coats. "You're so funny," he cooed.

"Gonna fuckin' vomit from all this lovey-dovey shit," Felix scoffed. "Hurry up and cram it in his goddamn ass, would ya."

Marcus huffed and rolled his eyes. He straightened up, but stole kisses from Ryan as he pulled away, bending into an increasingly horseshoe-like shape until he had no choice but to abandon Ryan's lips.

Marcus slathered lube on his penis casually. Ryan guessed the kid did it a dozen times a day, greasing up his prick for Felix. The wolf looked at the possum's plump hose of a cock with an expression just starting to broach concern. Ryan Huffman was a man who sat on big dicks, but it had been a minute since he'd had someone as gifted as Marcus knocking at his back door.

The furrowing of Ryan's bushy eyebrows was not lost on Marcus. The possum smiled down on him, looking sweet in spite of his bratty features. It was a look that would have been utterly alien on Felix's bitchy face.

"Nervous?"

"Little bit, but it'll be fine," Ryan said, waving it off. "So, uh," he eyed the possum's cock as if it were a snake that might bite him, "how do you wanna...?"

Felix lit up another cigarette. "For Christ's sake, you two are fuckin' helpless, couldn't find ya fuckin' ass with both hands. Huffman! You get on your goddamn side, lift your leg, they ain't that fuckin' fat, you can pull it off. And Marcus, you just get in there."

Both the possum and wolf blinked and stared at each other as Felix barked out his direction. Marcus raised his brow somewhat; Ryan shrugged.

"All right, kid, we'll do it your way," Ryan muttered.

"Good! I'm the fuckin' boss for a reason here," Felix snapped. "I'm gonna go get dinner. Huffman, you stayin' here or what?"

"Say yes," Marcus whispered.

"Yeah," Ryan said.

"Then I'll get extra. What's ya drink? Beer?"

Ryan blinked. He chuckled. "Uh-, yeah, beer."

Felix tugged on some clothes and grabbed his keys. He was out the door seconds later, only his hanging cigarette smoke indicating he had even been there at all.

The wolf wriggled onto his side. He was flabby but hardly inflexible; toned muscle from a lifetime of hard work tensed under his healthy rolls, giving him the feeling of a well-seasoned dad when one groped him. For a moment he had his heels primly together, and then he lifted what was upper leg relative to his sideways position. Marcus lifted it the rest of the way, fingers curling around the ankle, brushing with the sock and the tongue of the boot.

"Mm, I lo-o-ove guys who wear boots," sighed Marcus as he wriggled in close. His erection never seemed to wane even as Felix barked his orders. It now brushed Ryan's heavy, dangling scrotum and then bumped underneath the sack. Ryan reached behind and pulled up an ass cheek, exposing the sweat-streaked rim of his anus to the possum's prodding cock.

"Stick 'er in, kid," Ryan huffed. "Take it slow but don't act like I'm made of porcelain."

Marcus hugged Ryan's leg to his chest and laid his head against the side of the wolf's boot. His free hand guided his cock, currently questing for the wolf's anus. He prodded the rim, snug and pink. As he pressed in he felt the give of Ryan's anal muscles. It was accompanied by a queer groan from Ryan, a sound as if he wasn't quite sure he was enjoying himself yet.

The head of the possum's plump dick vanished into Ryan, pink swallowing pink. With that the wolf allowed a quiet moan. Marcus pressed deeper, releasing his cock which no longer needed a helping hand. He hugged on the wolf's stout leg in both arms like a stripper with a pole as he worked his way slowly inside of the old truck driver.

"Doing okay down there, Ryan?" Marcus asked in a voice just as sweet as sugar. "You are so-o-o tight..."

"Doing good, doing just fine," Ryan said with a slight hitch in his voice. He gripped the sheets, huffed, growled. Anal sex was a bitch, he thought; he loved it, but god damn, did it hurt sometimes. Being on the road all the time didn't afford him too many opportunities for anal training, and Ryan was more than a bit put off by the idea of training while he drove, riding with plugs or an outright dildo crammed up to its silicone balls. Never knew when you had to pull over for a cop, change a tire, patch a cable, and he didn't want to do any of those things with a toy pressing on his special spot.

His erection throbbed, but he felt like he could lose it any time. The possum was big and Ryan was very tight indeed, and that slow stretch was taking a while to really feel good. He palmed his cock like a driver waiting to put down the clutch and shift; not really masturbating, just grinding, chalking up the cue as it were. He thought about the perfect skunk ass that had been milking him and he wished the bitch had finished him off. He liked that bitchy kid.

Marcus pressed against Ryan with a flourishing sigh, a sigh practiced for the camera. He cooed sweetly, "Oh, balls-deep, Mr. Huffman. Feeling okay?"

"Gimme a sec before you start the jackhammer, kiddo," Ryan said in a soft and gentle voice, a lover's voice. "You liking it, huh? Gay old trucker ass making your prick ache?"

"You feel pretty damn good, yeah," said Marcus, grinning down at the wolf with a sly smirk. It made him look more like Felix. "Mm, just between the two of us... Felix is hot and all, he's fun to fuck, but-"

"But it's nice to get laid without him breathing down your neck?" Ryan suggested, smirking right back.

Marcus said nothing, but the smile on his face answered the wolf's question. He started to pull back slowly, waiting for some protest but it never came. Ryan was breathing slowly and steadily. The possum closed his eyes and nuzzled Ryan's boot; those old black work boots turned him on so much.

Oftentimes Marcus was the penetrator, but Felix was always the one in control regardless, just like he had been with Ryan. Being on top with Ryan Huffman was simple but intoxicating to the possum. He pressed in with more force, shivering as those unfamiliar anal walls squeezed him good and tight. He could smell the wolf's musk from where he was, that earthy smell rising as the tender glands in the wolf's anus were pressured by the sex. Marcus was not the type of boy to outright snuffle a man's asshole, but catching subtle whiffs of Ryan's unique stink excited him.

"You smell good, you feel good," the possum sighed. Gaining speed, fucking the wolf, making fat wobble, balls jiggle. Thick rivulets of precum spilled into Ryan's gay behind. The colossal bed gave only the barest squeaks as their weight shifted on its springs.

"Keep that shit up, kid, keep going," Ryan breathed. He was into it now. That old familiar pain was almost gone the way it was always almost gone even when he was trained just right. A little pain was just a fact with anal sex; Ryan wanted to enjoy it, he took the pain with the pleasure. His anus throbbed around Marcus like a self-heating cock ring. His own prick ached in his paw, which had begun to slowly stroke.

Marcus nibbled Ryan's leg with sharp teeth. He drew no blood but gave lovebites. His hips were really picking up speed now, as if he were making up for months of being the passive sub to Felix's aggressive powerbottom. His tail coiled, flopped, curled around Ryan's flat leg like a cuddly worm. He reached down and palmed the wolf's thick scrotum, black with an evergreen-shaped burst of gray along its middle.

"Oh, Ryan, are you gonna cum? You gonna dump these big sweaty nuts?" Marcus asked hotly, speaking in the space between his hissing breaths. He was getting closer, soon to pump the wolf full with his sticky slop usually reserved for Felix. He palmed the wolf's ballbag in what was only his most reverent touch, wishing no harm on such a handsome old wolf.

"Fuck, fuck, you know how to touch a guy, kid," Ryan wheezed. He was tightening down, not by his choice. It made the sex hurt again but the pain was a sweet feeling. It was like the pain of eating spicy food or popping a joint; it felt good in a masochistic way, made him feel alive. The barest hint of tears sprouted from the corners of his eyes. He whined and he came, tightening inside and out.

Thick, pearly ropes of cum slopped into the wolf's fingers, the volume impressive. He squeezed his cock, smearing on the cum without meaning to, masturbating as if to work out the last few drops from a bottle of dressing. "Fuck, ooh fuck, shit, shit," Ryan sputtered under his breath.

Marcus slid his palm up from the wolf's sack, over his belly. He petted the wolf but still moved his hips, feeling happiness and even a bit of love again for the old wolf. Marcus loved him if anything because he was not Felix, though his sweetness and sex appeal helped.

"Shi-i-it," Ryan grunted, sounding like a bear yawning after hibernation. "I haven't cracked a nut like that one in months."

"You're welcome," the possum said, meaning to sound coy but his voice was ragged, the voice of a chain smoker or a marathon runner. For all his poise and screen experience, Marcus was out of his element and hanging on by a thread. He wanted to just keep going, to savor being on top and with such a sweet old wolf, but the sweet old wolf was too good to resist. He clung to the wolf's leg and he rutted Ryan for the last of his thrusts, just smashing Ryan's ass, listening happily to the winces and gasps of the truck driver. He kept waiting for Ryan to fuss, but the wolf never did. By now, Felix would have been cussing up a storm.

The possum squeezed Ryan's leg so snugly that the wolf's foot throbbed. He grimaced, showing needle-pointed teeth in an unvarnished look of possum pleasure as ugly as it was captivating. It was an oh-face he wouldn't dare make on film. With Ryan it was just fine. His cum shot into the wolf's pliable ass in a dozen spurts, each stronger than the last for the first four or five, then leveling off and weakening like a garden hose suddenly cut off from the spigot.

Ryan tensed as so much cum flooded his bowels. He closed his eyes and he huffed softly, taking it for Marcus, getting a little out of it himself although his orgasm had already come to pass.

In that twilight moment when the possum and wolf were mated together and satisfied, Ryan asked with fatherly sweetness, "You have fun, kiddo?"

Marcus was never much of a talker; he could carry a conversation and he could deliver a few lines with passable inflection, but putting his thoughts into words was a challenge at times. He thought about telling Ryan how fun he was, how it was great to be on top. He settled on a succinct, "Mhm."

The possum pulled slowly out of Ryan, mindful of his size although he was nearly flaccid anyway. Semen oozed around his shaft like water around a plugging cork. As his cock pulled free entirely, a gush of thick, spent cream loped out of the wolf like pastry filling. Ryan shuddered at the feeling and lay prone and weak, anus pulsing with the beat of his heart.

Marcus almost laid with Ryan, but he paused and asked, "Ryan, do you mind if I smoke?"

"Nah, kid. It's fine," he said softly. A bit tiredly, Marcus thought.

He slipped off the bed and pilfered a Newport from Felix's pack. He lit it with the skunk's lighter and asked, "You want one?"

"Sure, kid," Ryan said.

Marcus felt his bluff had been called. Nobody ever actually accepted a cigarette these days. But he shook one out and knelt on the bed as Ryan sat up to greet him. He helped light the wolf up and they sat side by side, pulling calming puffs off their cigarettes, sharing the acrylic ashtray which Marcus held. In its scorched bowl was neon sign-styled lettering reading I love your butts!

The wolf drew in a deep drag. He exhaled a pair of rings and then coughed, chuckling. "Shit. I used to be able to keep that up longer."

The possum giggled. "I can't blow rings at all," he sighed. "Felix is pretty good at it."

Ryan wrapped an arm around the possum's shoulders. He was burly, sweaty, smelly. The possum liked him this way. "So, kid," he began, "think I can quit the trucking gig and get into porno?"

"Um, maybe," Marcus answered, caught off-guard. First the cigarette, now this. "You're, uh, kinda old and that's more of a niche thing, but-"

"I'm joking, sugar." Ryan stubbed out his spent cigarette and fell back against the bed. His flaccid penis hung against his scrotum as if the sack were a pillow. "Shit, that was some good sex, though. You guys get paid to screw like that?"

The front door banged open. Felix came in carrying a stack of three pizzas in one arm and a case of PBR. He shut the door with his formidable hips and slid the food onto the front desk. "You fuckin' queers better be done, it's time to eat!"

The skunk peered into the studio. He saw the haze of smoke and glared. "Leave my goddamn cigs behind and you get into 'em," he scoffed.

"It was my idea, kid," Ryan said, sitting up again. "I wanted a smoke after he fucked me rotten and he shared one with me. Sorry."

Felix eyed Ryan and then Marcus like a mother trying to discern which of her kids was the liar. Too hungry to be annoyed, he brushed it off with a huff. "Come eat. Or don't. Don't matter to me."

The skunk disappeared into the lobby. Marcus grinned and whispered, "You didn't have to do that. I steal his smokes all the time."

Ryan shrugged. "I always root for the underdog." He gave Marcus a wet smooch and then stood. Where his butt had been, the line between his cheeks was rendered in semen. "Let's go eat, kid. Gotta get our strength up for when I plow you in about twenty minutes."

Marcus followed after Ryan eagerly. Pizza and beer was good. Ryan was better. He liked this big, gay wolf with his big, black ass. This big gay wolf who was comfortable wearing only his boots as he drank beer and ate pizza. He hoped Ryan would crash there for the night.