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It was eleven PM when Julan, sweaty and stiff following ten hours on a bus, fell into his bed at the Minnesota Multinational Motel. Julan was so exhausted that he did not snark about how poorly-named the motel was, how its proprietors had obviously chosen alliteration over common sense. He was just too hot and too tired. He slept in his clothes, even his shoes, and he let the air conditioning envelop him.

At four in the morning, he got up to urinate. He kicked off his shoes and went back to bed.

At quarter past ten in the morning, sunlight leaking through the gaps in the curtains fell on his snoozing face like a death ray. He woke up squinting and he rolled out of the way. Still fuzzy, still tired, the skunk operated like a computer in the process of booting up: still in the bootstrap, basic input-output only until more advanced software can be loaded into memory. He walked into the bathroom, again urinated. He rinsed his mouth with tap water from a cardboard cup taken out of a pack beside the sink. His toothbrush was somewhere in his heavy duffel bag; he did not want to dig for it.

Julan sat on the bed and rubbed his knees, the caps of which still were sore after ten hours crammed into a bus. Flying, he thought, was even less comfortable - but he also would have been at his destination by now. New York was by no means a balmy paradise, but anything was better than Minnesota.

He looked at his cell phone for the time and a cold knot began developing in his stomach. It was now half past ten. Panic began to rise. "Oh no, oh shit," Julan muttered, grabbing his shoes and throwing them on. He grabbed his duffel, grabbed the key, left it in a hurry on the front desk and rushed out into summer heat so muggy it made him swoon. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and huffed. Everything looked different and even more alien in the sun. Catching his bearings only after a nearly panicked look around, Julan ran for the bus station. It was close, only a five minute walk from the polite arms of the Minnesota Multinational Motel, but he was already ten minutes late. Julan prayed to gods he didn't believe in for the buses to be running late like they always were.

Up to the bus stop he ran. There it was: ugly and long and puffing black smoke from its exhaust like a big silver cigar. He was mere steps away. He dared to grin because he had beaten the odds.

The sharp hiss of the brakes cut through his minor celebration like a machete through a vital green vine, and the bus rolled out onto the road. "No," Julan bleated. The rising blat of the engine called back, the whistle of its turbo teasing its way to him. "No!"

And there Julan stood, watching the silver bus twinkle off into the distance, watching its black cloud of exhaust slowly dissipate.

Julan found himself in a fog, wandering aimlessly, wondering what to do next. He was a student of theater; he had no money except what he had spent reserving his bus fare. Missing the bus was entirely his own fault, as he already accepted, yet the anger and the worry proved no less severe. Julan was stranded with nobody to call, nobody to rely on, no safety net at all. The skunk felt nervously over the plush white mane of fur around his neck and simultaneously wished it were not there; he was dreadfully hot and heading towards the loving arms of Minnesota Multinational Motel to regroup and weigh his options. As he walked, a big black rustbucket of a truck breezed past him, turbo whistling and engine blatting. It was hauling a silver tanker. Julan did not give the truck a second look as he entered the lobby of the motel.

It took Julan nearly an hour and required him to dip deep into his acting repertoire just to keep from panicking and outright begging for help, but the young skunk was able to talk his way into a free room for the night. Free insofar that it would cost none of the skunk's nonexistent money. Instead he would wash dishes and scrub showers that day to cover his rent. To the skunk, it seemed a fair enough agreement, but the specter of what to do tomorrow hung over him and darkened his thoughts.

Come the late evening, the owner of the motel - a grizzly bear named Gus who completely lacked a sense of humor - informed Julan he could stop for the day. Gracious and diffident, Julan finished his batch of dishes and started for his room. The skunk found himself dreading confinement there, where he would be stuck alone with his thoughts; and worse, he knew he might start texting his friends, begging for some kind of help from people just as poor as he was. So Julan went out into the waning Minnesota day and he wandered, looking at least for something to take his mind off of the horror of being stranded away from home.

It was almost dark when Julan returned to the motel. It had been as he dreaded: there was nothing of interest, not a thing at all except for a few bars, a few small stores - no big chains here - and a large industrial complex which from the smell Julan guessed worked with chemicals. Outside of the motel he sat on the steps, watching moths bat into the sodium lights illuminating the parking lot. He thumbed through screens on his phone, reading news, reading weather reports, all the while trying to keep his mind off of the inevitable crisis when tomorrow came and Gus expected money.

Then the truck came by again. No trailer now, and so its engine was running a little higher and easier. It pulled carefully into the lot, gravel crunching under its big tires. Julan looked up with casual interest, then down at his phone again. He shifted out of the way of the door as the driver walked near.

Julan expected to be ignored, and in fact hoped he would be just so he could avoid spilling his guts to a second person today. But the driver stopped a few steps away from him and said, "Real hole-in-the-wall, ain't it?"

The skunk looked up, brown eyes squinting in the darkness relative to his phone's screen. He saw a wolf: tall, chubby, a typical trucker as truckers went. He was grinning, yellowish teeth glinting.

"I guess it is," Julan muttered, and hoped his curtness would end the conversation.

But the wolf squatted nearby, and he asked now without the grin, "Shit, I know that look."

"Do you?" Julan asked, surprised. "What look?"

"That look," said the wolf, indicating Julan's face. "That Shit Creek look. Seen it a million times."

Julan huffed. "I'm not up Shit Creek. I'm just, uh, trying to figure out how to make some bus fare. That's all there is to it."

The wolf grinned again. "Lemme see now, let me try to unfuck this in my head. The way you're dressed here, those skinny jeans and that very austere yet fetching two-tone shirt - you're sure as hell not from Minnesota. I'm guessing California, Oregon... am I close?"

"California," Julan said, not looking up yet also not really looking at his phone.

"So, you're on your way somewhere - anywhere but here, am I right? - and you're thumbing it, right? Trying to hitchhike from here to there?"

Julan pocketed his phone and stood up sharply. "Look, I don't want to talk, okay?"

The wolf squatted a moment more, then he stood too. Even with the lower step raising Julan up, the wolf was nominally taller.

"Chill out, kid, would you?" the wolf tutted. "I was gonna say, if you don't mind riding in a truck, I'll give you a lift far as I can take you."

The skunk studied the wolf, scrutinizing his dark, grayed face, yet Julan understood he was being a picky beggar. He folded his arms across his chest and he sighed. "I-, yeah, I guess so. As long as you're not a murderer or some creepy sex weirdo."

"I'm actually a creepy sex murderer, I hope that's okay."

Julan cracked a smirk but tried to hide it. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess that's okay. My name's Julan."

"Ryan Huffman," said the wolf, offering Julan a burly paw. The skunk took it and shook it. "But kid, I ain't going anywhere tonight but inside the-," he looked at the sign and sighed, "fucking seriously? These motels always have the worst names."

"Tell me about it," Julan shrugged. "Well, I've got a room, too. So, uh, when do you like to get moving? I'll set an alarm."

Ryan clapped Julan on the shoulder. "Be out here by six, kid."

"All right. Yeah, all right."

Julan and Ryan went inside. Julan went up to his room and Ryan got one of his own. And this time, Julan set an alarm on his phone.

Half past five, Julan's phone chimed until he sat up and quieted it. He was tired, sweaty despite the air conditioning. He shambled to the restroom and he urinated. Then he took the time to find his toothbrush and toothpaste and he cleaned his mouth where it felt moss was taking over his teeth and tongue.

Refreshed by the mint, Julan looked at the shower and considered a quick wash. Then he looked at his phone and saw it was already quarter to six. He zipped up his duffel, slipped on his shoes and left for the parking lot.

In the lobby Julan passed Gus sitting behind the counter, his eyelids more than halfway over his bloodshot, yellowed eyeballs. But when Julan delicately set down the key, Gus said sternly, "Good job on the dishes, kid." And he pushed a rumpled five dollar bill across the counter. "Now get."

"Thanks," Julan muttered, pocketing the money hastily and adding to its many creases and folds. Out in the parking lot the sun just peeked on the horizon as a thin line of red. Already a soupy heat was starting and the skunk wished he was crammed into a long silver bus, because at least the buses had air conditioning.

The skunk meandered in the lot and realized with a sudden gutted feeling that Ryan's truck was absent. There was no mistaking it. It was difficult to overlook a big black semi truck in a parking lot full of pedestrian sedans and pickups; Ryan had ditched him. Julan stared at where the truck had been, a larger spot occupied now by a large Ford diesel with a trailer behind it.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me-e-e," Julan groaned. He pulled out his phone and looked at it. Not even six in the morning and the wolf was gone. Julan sat heavily on the step of the motel just where he had been the night before, and he stared out into the clearing gloom. He dreaded the kind of ass kissing he would have to pull on Gus now. He sat with his duffel between his legs and the anger of Ryan's betrayal was just giving over to helplessness; Julan thought he might start crying.

The whistle of a turbo floated to his ears from the direction of the smokestacks and frameworks of the chemical plant. Julan was no gearhead, he could not identify a truck by the blat of its engine or the whistle of its turbocharger, but a gut feeling told him to get up and look. He did and he saw a familiar black truck coming up the dusty road, pulling behind it another silver tanker.

Ryan pulled his truck over to the side of the road by the motel's parking lot. His scruffy head peered out the window; Julan saw his grinning teeth clearest of all. "Sorry if I made you worry, kiddo," he called out. "Guess I'm a little late."

Julan could think of nothing to say. He wanted to kiss the wolf and thank him for coming through after all. He walked briskly around to the passenger side, giving the bug-splattered nose of the truck a wide berth as if it were a caged beast. For a moment he struggled with the running board and then the door, but then he got inside of the cab and he sat on the faux leather seat with a huff of relief.

Ryan reached over and grabbed Julan's duffel. What the skunk had needed two arms to heft, Ryan lifted in one extended arm and set in the sleeper nook behind the seats. "You look like shit, kid," Ryan said as he pulled back onto the road. "Buckle up, yeah? I doubt you got the money for one of those seatbelt coupons the cops like passing out."

"Seatbelt coupon," Julan snorted as he clicked his belt on. And off went Ryan's truck, the wolf working the gears up gradually, never once missing a gear or taking his eyes off of the road. Julan watched his paw move, admired his footwork on the clutch and the gas. He said mildly, "I always thought these things were automatic, how do you remember all that?"

"Practice, loads and loads of it," Ryan chuckled. "It's like jerking off, kid, you get so good at it you don't even have to think about it after a while. Then you can just focus on what's in front of you." He glanced at the skunk and winked a friendly orange eye at him. Getting the truck up to a cruising gear, Ryan relaxed in his seat a bit, keeping his heavy boot on the gas pedal.

Julan leaned back in the seat and sighed. "What a shitty day. I should've been in-, well, not New York, but I guess at least Pennsylvania by now."

"New York?" Ryan asked. "Well shit, kid, I guess you're in luck. This acetone's heading there." He reached over and clapped a calloused paw on Julan's knee. For a moment it lingered, then he yanked it away. "Guess we're road buddies now!"

"Guess so," the skunk said, smiling crookedly. "Uh, full disclosure, I don't exactly have any money to-"

"Shit, kid, it's fine. I kinda figured as much what with you being stranded. Don't even worry about it. S'nice having somebody to talk to. Driving's lonely business." He glanced at Julan again. His eyes seemed to flit over the skunk but they moved fast. Then they were on the road. "So, kiddo, what's your deal? You know, what's your thing, what kinda shit does a Julan enjoy?"

The skunk inhaled, shrugged. "Oh, I guess I'm pretty dull. Theater, I enjoy that. I'm an actor and a playwright."

"Oh, a thespian, I see," Ryan remarked. "So I have in my midst a cultured boy, one who would be immune to the dirty jokes and toilet humor of a well-aged old wolf."

Julan smirked. "I'm down with dirty jokes."

"Good to know," said Ryan. "Familiar with the concept of relative humidity?"

The skunk eyed the wolf. "I don't think so."

Ryan grinned. "It's when the sweat off your balls runs down your sister's ass crack. Get it?"

Julan shook his head. He was trying not to laugh. "You're horrible."

"Little bit," Ryan allowed. "I'm a nice guy, though, honest. I only butcher one, maybe two transients a year."

"Meet your quota for this year yet?"

Ryan smiled proudly. "Actually I'm up from last year; I've killed three." He patted Julan's leg again - now higher, close to the groin. "So I guess I won't kill you."

Julan bit his lip. He eyed Ryan's meaty, black paw on his thigh. Gently it squeezed, and when Julan looked at the wolf's face, he caught a glimpse of a sly grin. Then it was gone and Ryan withdrew his paw.

"So I guess that answers the question I had," Julan said, speaking softly relative to the noise of the truck.

"Let me guess, let me guess, you were about to ask if I'm a sex creep?"

Julan shifted a bit towards Ryan. Now he placed a paw on the wolf's burly thigh, and he said as the wolf laid a paw over his own, "Well are you, Mr. Huffman?"

"Guilty as charged, kiddo," Ryan admitted, his voice warm. He rubbed the back of Julan's paw softly with a thumb and said to the young skunk, "Guess I'll stop being coy. You want to fuck?"

The skunk blushed but laughed. "What, here? Like, road head?"

Ryan considered. "Mm, well, maybe in a little bit. But-, no, I mean when we take a break. When the time comes," he pulled Julan's wrist, nudging the skunk's paw onto his groin, "you and me, we can decide what seems like the most fun."

Julan palmed the fat resting snake of Ryan's cock. He marveled at the plumpness and said as much: "God, it's thick. Are you hard?"

"Little bit, not even quarter chub right now," Ryan chuckled. "Hope you're good with biting a pillow."

The skunk squeezed and Ryan grunted. His foot pushed into the accelerator and the truck's pitch rose, the turbo especially letting out a shrill whistle. "I don't mind bending over," Julan said. "Do you mind it?"

From the old gay wolf came a low and throaty chuckle. "You ask good questions, kid. Yeah. Yeah, you can fuck the shit out of me if you want to." He huffed, his cock thickening, aching now in the confines of the jeans he wore. Against better judgment he shooed away Julan's paw and opened his fly; it was easily accomplished with one paw, the button loop of the pants wallowed out from years of use, the zipper barely gripping at all. Then he tugged down his boxers, shoving their grayed, stained fabric under his heavy black balls. His genitals gleamed with sweat fresh and fermented, and the stink which rolled off of his naked loins was sharp.

"Let's start off small, kiddo," he huffed, keeping his eyes vigilantly on the road. "Jerk me off. Or suck me if you don't mind the stink." As an aside he muttered, "Most soaps irritate me."

The skunk eyed the fat black monolith of Ryan's cock. Uncircumcised flesh hooded it, wallowed from age and use so that it hung rather slack. Julan leaned near, avoiding the shifter with much care, and he smelled the wolf's rank crotch with a shuddering moan. "God, you smell so bad," he said, the words reverent and loving. "Oh, holy shit, this cock is perfect, Ryan."

"Worship later, do me now," Ryan huffed, gripping it and tugging back the foreskin. His glans was slippery with precum, a more charcoal-gray color to the deep black of the rest of his shaft.

"I'm gonna blow your balls off," Julan growled - and then he engulfed Mr. Huffman's cock, gulping, sucking noisily, savoring wretched sweat and stink most others would balk at. His tongue swirled the knob of the glans and it slunk its way under the foreskin, teasing over the ridge of the glans, over connective tissues rich with sensitive nerve endings. There the flavor of musk was at its strongest and Julan grappled with his own cock, rubbing it through his jeans, moaning as he mouthed Ryan.

"Shit, kid, that's how you do it," Ryan breathed. Minnesota unfolded before him, miles of rather bare land, a highway with few cars coming and a sun slowly rising. He laid a paw on the back of Julan's head and he crooned, "It's been a minute since I came, kid. This ain't gonna take long. Fuck, just keep on going. Just help daddy crank one out. Goddamn, you're just what I needed, kid."

Ryan's rich praise delighted Julan as few other things had in these trying times. His great bushy tail wriggled and swished; his tongue swabbed and slobbered the inside of Ryan's foreskin in movements which never seemed to the wolf repetitious. Now Julan unhanded his own crotch and reached for Ryan's; he held the wolf's balls and he marveled at their fullness and heat, how the sweat oozed through the thick black pelt dressing them. It brought to mind the sponge he had used to wash the dishes; but Ryan's sack was far more pleasant to palm than a grubby old sponge. He wished his mouth had been bigger so he could fit those balls in with the cock, suck on it all. He settled for sucking as much of Mr. Huffman's cock as he possibly could, because although Julan was eager and hungry, deep throat was past his means.

To Ryan it made no difference. He was going to pop for the cute skunk, there was no doubt there, and his grin was enormous. He was even drooling, unaware of what a repulsive slob he was, but there was part of the charm he seemed to hold over boys like Julan. He pushed into his seat and he grunted, and he reached down Julan's slim body and into the seat of the skunk's pants. Julan tensed, his suckles halting, and then suddenly they resumed as ferocious as ever. The skunk moaned around Ryan's meat and his buttocks tensed as the wolf's fingers slipped between them. Down inside of the skunk's sweaty crack, Ryan touched the rim of Julan's anus as if it were a button, not penetrating but rubbing. Thick beads of precum oozed from Julan's cock but were no match for the heavy flow Ryan unleashed with each throb.

"Oh fuck, fu-u-uck," Ryan groaned, and for just a moment his eyes rolled back and his head tilted back. His cap tumbled off of his head and his cock gushed its thick and sloppy mess into the skunk's gulping maw. Julan's eyes opened wide, and then they tightly closed. He groaned, gurgling with Ryan's salty slop in his maw before he swallowed it down, taking all of that rich wolf seed down into his hungry gullet. For several seconds he suckled, waiting for more, sucking off the dregs of a heavy orgasm. And Ryan continued to gently rub Julan's anus, soaking his fingers in the skunk's sweat and musk.

Slowly Ryan withdrew his fingers, and just as slowly Julan pulled back. Cum clung to his chin like milk after a big gulp; Julan licked his lips and tried to clean himself with his fingers, doing so as well as he could.

Ryan sat with his cock out. It slowly fell flaccid, its surface marbled with saliva and a bit of semen. Panting, Ryan said, "Shit, kid. Shit. I think this is gonna be a fun couple days."

Following so much excitement, with so much of Ryan's flavor in his mouth and stink in his nostrils, Julan had trouble settling into the monotony of the drive. An hour passed, banal conversation passing between the two; Julan told Ryan quite eagerly about a play he was working on (still in its planning stages, he sadly informed the wolf). Ryan told Julan a little of this and that, about life as a truck driver, about finding out he was queer and all the boys he spent his days chasing.

"It's funny, and I guess it's just ageism on my part, but when I think of queer men, I think of-, well, guys my age," Julan said, feeling uncomfortable having said it.

But Ryan disarmed the skunk with a grin. "I guess that's natural. You look for guys your own age."

"Not you, though," Julan was quick to say. "You told me you like younger men."

"And you clearly have a thing for older men. I didn't say there weren't exceptions." Ryan patted the skunk's leg and chuckled. "It's so nice, you know, driving around. I keep getting older but all these beautiful boys, they just stay the same age."

Julan snorted, grinned. "You're a pig."

"Yeah, I'm a filthy old piggy. But you were the one eating my slop, so what's that say about you?"

The skunk looked out the window, blushing and chuckling. "You're fun, Ryan, you know that?"

"I've heard it a time or two."

Their conversation lulled. There was only the blat of the engine and the rush of air through the open windows as Ryan's truck had no air conditioning. It was not nearly as unpleasant as Julan feared it might be; the moving air helped immensely.

After about half an hour, the skunk began to writhe and squirm. An ache throbbed in his groin; he clutched his genitals and he shuddered.

"Ow, fuck. Goddamn blue balls," the skunk whined. "I should've jerked off when I was blowing you."

The old wolf watched the mile markers go by. He thought of telling the boy to just whip it out, not like anybody could look down into the truck from their car, but a sign caught his eye. It promised a highway oasis just a mile down the road. Ryan smiled and patted Julan's thigh.

"Just hold out a few more minutes, kiddo. I'll take care of that for you."

Julan did not ask how Ryan planned to do just that. In fact the wolf's cryptic remark made the pain bearable; now the skunk was excited to see what the old wolf had in store. He waited, watching again with some wonder as Ryan now downshifted and pulled onto the off ramp and into the oasis parking lot. There they stopped and Ryan hopped out, pocketing his keys. Julan followed after him, trying not to limp.

The oasis was small as highway oases went. It was not the overpass strip mall that many larger ones were but a small building with a greasy spoon and vending machines out front. Ryan moseyed in with the skunk close behind. He tipped his hat cheerfully to the waitress, a middle-aged but rather pretty vixen, and then he turned and headed for the restrooms. "C'mon, kid," he hissed to Julan.

Casually, yet obviously if one knew what the wolf had in mind, Ryan peered under the stalls looking for boots. He saw none. Grinning, he pulled Julan along to the stall furthest from the door, dropped the seat and sat down on its smooth lid. "Shut the door, kid," he whispered, "and whip out that cock."

Hemmed into the stall between Ryan and the door, Julan had no choice but to comply. The skunk slid down his jeans and the trendy, breathable boxer-briefs he wore beneath. His penis was stiff, around five inches of uncircumcised skunk meat waiting for a loving touch.

Ryan nuzzled Julan's penis, smelled it where it met his groin along with his balls. He said as his tail swished, "Your crotch smells nice, kiddo, skunks always have a good stink to 'em."

"Are you going to suck me off?" Julan asked, almost breathlessly.

"Actually, nah," Ryan chuckled. He palmed Julan's hips and coaxed him to turn. Then he nuzzled the boy's ass, wedging his nose into the sweat-filled crack of Julan's ass. He breathed in the scent, reveling in it, groaning as he sampled the boy. "Oh fuck yes, that's the good stuff..."

"Guh-, goddamn, Ryan," Julan panted, and he began masturbating quickly and urgently like a teenager with the house to himself for ten minutes. He trembled at the feeling of Ryan's rough black nose rubbing his little pink asshole. Then the wolf's snuffles, deep and hungry, stimulated the tender glands of his anus; glands which, through centuries of evolution, had lost their infamously vile scent and mellowed to something more pleasant but still very potent except to the most experienced sniffers.

Ryan's snuffling did not last. His tongue began to rake Julan's ass crack, slathering through the fur, laying down thick ribbons of drool. Even this was short-lived: Ryan pushed his tongue inside of Julan and began to slobber and slurp the innards of the skunk, forcing in thick wads of slobber and opening the skunk's anal entrance which, stimulated by such vigorous tonguefucking, again expressed its musk for the wolf's nose. Ryan snorted the skunk and he shuddered, his arms squeezing around Julan's legs.

The door to the bathroom creaked open and Julan tensed, his paw freezing. But Ryan felt no such panic and he continued to snack, and his snuffling and slobbering seemed obnoxiously loud to Julan. Even then the skunk was too nervous - and happy - to tell the wolf to stop.

Whoever entered relieved himself at a urinal and left without washing his hands. Julan exhaled as he heard the door squeak shut. "Holy shit, that was close. Ryan-, Ryan, god, we're gonna get busted..."

The wolf yanked his snout back from Julan's ass with a gasp. Previously damp, the skunk's rear was now a swamp of slobber and sweat. Hurriedly the wolf unzipped his jeans and for the second time whipped out his plump, dark cock. He grabbed the boy's hips and said with a devious chuckle, "We won't get caught, just ride me quick, kid. You said you can take it."

Clinging onto the door like it was a lifeline, Julan looked back at Ryan's crotch and bit his lip. The thought of being pounded in a dirty truck stop bathroom had never cropped up in his thoughts before but with Ryan, it was a wonderful prospect. Already his asshole was caked with the wolf's slobber, and what a shame it would have been to waste it all.

"I'll try to keep quiet," Julan shivered as he eased back into Ryan's lap. The wolf held him, guided him. The wolf's musky cock rubbed the run of Julan's taint and the wolf grabbed it, helped to guide it to the bullseye. Slowly Julan descended and his anus parted for Ryan; the penetration was slow and subtly painful, but the skunk shuddered and pushed into Ryan who held and squeezed him.

"Ooh, fuck, fu-u-uck, you're big, it always feels so much bigger than it looks," Julan whined. Soon Julan was settled into Ryan's lap and he marveled at how intimate he was with the handsome old wolf. He felt Ryan's heartbeat through his big dark cock, every pulse of it giving Julan a twinge of pleasure. Closing his eyes, paws on the wolf's thighs, Julan began to bounce his ass in Ryan's lap.

Ryan breathed across the skunk's neck and ears, exhalations of musk and old wolf breath. Julan turned his head, tried to smooch with Ryan. The wolf met him halfway and as the skunk settled briefly into Ryan's lap, the two kissed, their dirty tongues slobbering together like playing snakes.

"God, Ryan," Julan huffed.

"Bounce, kid, c'mon," Ryan grunted, but there was always some warmth there. "Ride your daddy. Ride daddy wolf. Make us both pop."

"Yeah, yeah, you bet," said Julan in gasping, quick words. He pressed against Ryan, bracing himself on the wolf as he bounced, riding Ryan's thick black shaft with a clumsy but heartfelt effort. His eyes rolled back and tightly closed; he crooned to the old gay wolf, "God, my ass is gonna hurt after this..."

"Daddy's gonna smooch it all better," puffed Ryan, his grubby rough paws rubbing under Julan's shirt, fingers sliding through soft fur and over trim lines. He tweaked the stiff buds of Julan's nipples and the skunk gasped. Ryan grinned and said into an ear, "You like having your nipples touched, kid? So do I."

Julan, wincing and whining, rode on Ryan with harsh and jerking rises and drops. The plush fur on his rump muffled the impacts; the penetration itself, Ryan's black cock spearing open Julan's pink anus, made a wet sound almost like a suck as the skunk bounced.

Ryan huffed, growled. His eyes closed too and his paw drifted south, clutching the needy stalk of Julan's member. The moment he took it the skunk clenched and stiffened, but quickly Julan resumed his ride. He said with sharp breaths, "So-, so fucking close, gonna cum!"

"Go ahead, kid, cum for me," Ryan warmly offered, his paw barely tugging; the anal sex was doing most of the work. Thick globules of precum leaked from Julan's penis, greasing Ryan's paw and making it shine. "Daddy ain't far behind you now, kid. You just keep on keepin' on."

Julan had given up listening for the door, for footsteps. He was beyond caring if he got caught. His ass ached, his anus in particular swollen and sore, but it was a good pain, a pain he believed a crusty old queer like Ryan understood perfectly. He mashed his rump into Ryan's lap and he was glad that he had missed his bus.

As the skunk came down again he gasped and seized and his arms reached back, paws groping Ryan's doughy flanks. He clenched his jaws, his teeth gnashing as he came, spurting fat strands of cum into the wolf's grasping paw. At that moment Ryan started to really jerk the skunk, milking him as his orgasm struck; and Julan winced and whined and clenched spasmodically on Ryan's cock until he finally hissed, "Oh fuck, please, no more. Stop...!"

Ryan licked the nape of Julan's neck. He took away his paw and smeared the cum across the skunk's thigh. "Don't leave me hanging now, kiddo," Ryan cooed. "Bounce on papa wolf just a little bit more. Bounce for me."

Suddenly the door squeaked open and in came heavy clacking hoof steps. Ryan tensed but grinned and a stall nearby opened, then closed. Julan was as still as a deer in the headlights; Ryan nibbled his neck and whispered deep into the cup of an ear, "C'mon kid. Finish me."

Julan felt sluggish after his orgasm but his affection for Ryan was ample motivation. His fear of being caught had come back in full force, yet he found himself bouncing again, moving slowly but picking up speed. Ryan encouraged him not with words but with touches, gentle and fond on his thighs, belly, nipples. Julan shivered at the old wolf's touch and he gave him more, riding him, never getting hard again himself yet finding much gratification in simply having his ass used for pleasure.

"Ooh-, shit," Ryan whispered, leaning back against the sturdy toilet tank. He held firmly to Julan's hips and guided the skunk as he came, shooting a wad no less thick or hot than what Julan had sucked out during his road head. The skunk shuddered as Ryan's cream soiled him and he fell against the wolf's sweaty, smelly body with a sigh.

Ryan hugged around the skunk's middle and licked his ear. "Thanks, kid," he whispered. He held the skunk close, nuzzling, licking his neck until the hoofed fellow in the stall finished his business and left. Then Julan rose from Ryan's lap, moving slowly despite the wolf's now flaccid cock. Even then it caused him a brief sting of pain, but the wolf made good on his earlier promise when he pushed his snout back into the skunk's crack. He planted a wet smooch on the reddened, somewhat gaped ring and he dragged his tongue through the swampy fur, switching semen for slobber though a dribble still oozed from the tightening rim.

"You go on out," Ryan said, standing up as Julan stepped out. "Get us a table, I'm hungry for some breakfast. I just gotta take a piss."

Julan lingered a moment, smiling and blushing. Ryan started to grin. He was about to say something but the skunk smooched him on the lips and left without a word.

Ryan and Julan enjoyed a greasy breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and black coffee though Julan politely turned down the coffee in favor of ice water. Before long they were off, their balls a little lighter and their bond dearer. Back on the highway, Ryan reached over and patted Julan's thigh.

"You got a nice ass, kid. Good smell, nice and tight too."

The skunk blushed. "Nobody's ever been so frank about the smell. I think I've been with people who like it, they just-, they're shy, I guess."

Ryan grinned. "Kid, I turn fifty-one this year, I ain't got enough time left to worry about being coy. I like snorting ass. Your ass smells pretty fucking good. I hope you'll be just as frank once your sniffer's buried up mine."

Julan grinned back, but he was still blushing. He said with a note of wonder, "I bet you smell disgusting if your crotch is anything to go by."

"You saying you don't want me to sit on your face, kid?"

"I hadn't even thought about that, honestly." Julan stirred in his seat. Raindrops started to plop against the windshield. Light at first, they steadily thickened. Ryan rolled his window up and Julan did the same.

After some time driving in the rain, Ryan said, "Tonight I'll get us another motel room somewhere. I had fun fucking you, but you're gonna return the favor."

Julan snorted. "I can't believe that, Ryan. A big strong guy like you being a butt slut?"

"Nothing wrong with being a butt slut," Ryan scoffed. "Now if you're just trying to say you don't top, then that's just fine, I'll sit on your face and jerk off."

The skunk huffed and felt a stir in his loins. "Fuck. That's tempting..."

Ryan snickered and squeezed Julan's knee. "You have some time to decide. Of course, I could sit on your face and then you could fuck me. Mix it up like that."

Some time passed. Julan watched as what was previously sunbleached Midwestern countryside was fogged over with rain. The view did not depress him; he found rain relaxing and he trusted the wolf's skills as a driver. He said, "Did anyone ever tell you what a stud you are, Ryan?"

"Once or twice," said Ryan modestly. He winked at Julan. "You kids and your daddy issues, I swear. Makes you so easy to lure in."

"Oh no, are you gonna kill me after all?" Julan dryly asked.

"I might suffocate you under my ass, it's been known to happen," Ryan gravely answered. "My advice is you take a deep breath before I sit down."

Julan snickered, and again the conversation died off, but Julan felt comfortable. He did not feel the need to chatter and fill the empty space. He liked Ryan; he felt the wolf liked him in return. There was a peace between them Julan had never felt dating men his own age. He reached over the partition and palmed Ryan's thigh. The wolf cupped his paw and shot him a brief, charming smile.

"You all right, kid?"

"I'm fine, Ryan."

A few more minutes. Ryan began to squirm, to huff. "Fucking rain," he muttered.

"What? What is it?" Julan asked, startled but not panicked. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah, it's this rain, the water! It's making me need to piss, gawd. My back teeth are floating. It's that coffee, shit always slides right through me." He glanced at Julan. "I don't want to pull over again, merging is bad enough when I can see clearly. Dig around on the floor there, see if you can find an old soda bottle or something."

Julan unbuckled his seat belt but rather than lean forward to reach below the seat, he leaned over the partition again and his paws slid over the wolf's crotch.

"Kid, come on," Ryan chuckled. "You keep pushing all my buttons like this and I'm gonna put a ring on your finger."

"I could do a lot worse," Julan conceded, watching with pleasure as Ryan opened his fly. Again the wolf's big black cock flopped into view, its girth incredible even flaccid. It smelled especially strong now, reeking not only of Ryan's soured sweat but also the ingrained anal musk of Julan himself. The skunk sniffed Ryan's penis demurely and then grappled with it, feeding its flaccid trunk into his maw. The flavor of his ass was unfamiliar, almost off-putting; his own musk proved to be sharp and galling yet he was only too happy to do this for Mr. Huffman.

Ryan's piss was almost too much for Julan to handle, both its volume and its hideous flavor. Julan had downed piss before, but only his own, and only as a curiosity while masturbating. Even then, he drank mostly teas and water, and his piss was therefore often mild. Ryan's urine was dark and foul, heavy with toxins accrued from hours of keeping it in on top of a poor diet. Julan's eyes watered yet he guzzled it down and he no special effort to keep it off his tongue: he put his tongue right in the way just so he could taste another part of Ryan. Mouthful after mouthful he gulped down, his throat sometimes aching with the heavy drinks he was forced to take, and even then some dribbled down his chin and turned the white fluff of his mane a diseased yellow.

"God, thank you-u-u," Ryan moaned, his free paw resting on the back of Julan's neck. "Fuck, I'm surprised I didn't pop a kidney holding that in. You're a lifesaver, kiddo."

Julan sucked off the dribbles and pulled back, gasping. His breath was heavy like a presence he could feel, and the rank flavor of Ryan's piss was stronger than that of his cum by far. He said as he sat back in his seat, belly seeming to slosh as he buckled up, "That was a new one for me."

"Never had piss before?" Ryan casually asked, buttoning and zipping up.

"Uh, never like yours," Julan chuckled. "But, cheesy as it sounds, I think I'd do just about anything for you, Ryan. Anything at all."

Ryan smiled warmly at the skunk. "You're a sweet kid."

As the drive went on, the rain thickened. Soon Julan felt the need to piss for himself. He thought of pitching the idea to Ryan that he should now drink it back, a kind of piss ouroboros, but he settled for making use of an empty Gatorade bottle beneath the seat. It darkly fascinated him to see such an orange, nearly brown liquid come from his normally clean urinary tract. He said to the wolf, "Ryan, maybe you should drink some cranberry juice. This color isn't healthy at all."

"It's the life I chose," Ryan chuckled.

And on and on went the drive until night had come and the headlights cut frightfully small cones into the blinding rain. "Keep an eye out for a motel sign," Ryan said. "Worst case, we just bunker down at some truck stop and sleep in the cab."

Julan glanced back. "How do you even fit in there?"

"It's a tight squeeze," Ryan said, "but I've gotten myself and two boys in there before. Sleeps one, stacks three."

"Christ," Julan huffed. He watched vigilantly for a sign. And to his relief, he spotted one and called it out.

"Good eye, kid." Ryan took the off ramp, downshifting again with skill the skunk found remarkable seen even in the dark cab. They rolled up to a two-story motel promising vacancies on its letterboard sign.

"Hope you're not made of sugar, kid," Ryan said as he killed the engine. He grabbed the skunk's bag and said when Julan eyed him, "You never know, kid. Just in case someone breaks a window."

"You're a smart guy, Ryan," Julan said. "All right - let's go."

The pair were soaked by the time they made it across the parking lot. They were laughing, almost giggling, horsing around as they got into the front office. Behind the desk in the small wood-paneled room was a polar bear, a female who looked considerably nicer than Gus.

"Oh, you two are soaked, yeah? Would you like some towels?" she asked in an accent both the wolf and skunk pegged as Canadian, though neither could say the exact region.

"That'd be nice, ma'am," Ryan said, peeling his soaked cap off of his head. Underneath his black hair was a stringy wet mop. He said after the bear waddled back to the desk from the back room with two towels, "And we'd like a room tonight, nothing fancy."

Julan said nothing as he blotted his fur. He watched as Ryan paid the bear and received a key with a thick plastic fob keychain on it listing the room number. "You have a good rest now, please," said the bear, bidding them goodnight. Julan glanced at the cuckoo clock on the office wall; he was surprised to see it was already eleven.

Inside the room, Ryan peeled off his clothes and draped them over the shower curtain rod. Julan stripped also but, seeing how the curtain rod bowed under Ryan's clothing, draped his clothing over the sink and toilet tank instead.

Naked but comfortable being that way with Ryan, Julan continued to towel himself off and sat on the edge of the bed. There was only one, a twin barely wide enough to fit either of them; Julan thought with judicious spooning that it would work.

"God, I'm gonna stink like a wet dog now," Ryan grunted. "Fuckin' rain."

Julan chuckled. "The way you smell as it is, wet dog is an improvement."

"Fuck you, kid," Ryan laughed. "You're about due for a facesitting, you know."

The skunk grinned and his tail swished. Their room was on the second floor and the rain beat a pattern of calming white noise above their heads. Julan laid back and said, "I do want to mess around some more, but," he suddenly yawned and Ryan caught it too, "god, I'm so tired. It's been a long day."

"Yeah. For the both of us," Ryan sighed. "And I'm getting hungry for something besides ass. Even as tasty as the ass is."

Julan sat up with some effort. "Do you suppose we can get something to eat here?"

Ryan shrugged. "That pretty bear was awful pudgy. I bet she knows how to cook a meal."

The skunk considered a moment, and then he unzipped his duffel. He took out some dry clothes and put them on.

"Where are you going, kid?"

"To see if I can't get us a little grub," Julan said. Like a husband leaving for work, he pecked a smooch on Ryan's lips and then left.

Julan found that the polar bear - whose name was Kathryn - was indeed much more pleasant than Gus. She was sweet but lonesome, a widow of forty-one but a cheerful lady who ran the motel her husband founded. She told Julan the kitchen was sadly closed for the night but the skunk made a compelling argument; it had been years since Kathryn had felt the touch of a man. For Julan, it had always been a fantasy to seduce a MILF.

About an hour later Julan returned to the room with a tray of food and a grin on his face. Ryan opened the door wearing his towel around his waist. He asked with a smirk, "What the fuck did you do?"

"A gentleman never tells," Julan said, stepping inside. He lifted the cover off the tray to reveal two fat and decked-out cheeseburgers with a mound of homemade fries on the side and several packets of ketchup. For drinks, Julan had gotten two cans of Dr. Pepper from the vending machine in the lobby.

Ryan tore into his burger and Julan did the same. The wolf said between gluttonous bites, "Gentlemen don't drink piss and get their shit pushed in at truck stops, so tell me what you did."

The skunk grinned and blushed. "You can't say a word about it. Not a word."

"Kid," Ryan slurped at a smear of grease on his jowl, "I've been keeping secrets since before you were swimming in your dad's balls." He shoved some french fries into his mouth. "Tell me!"

So Julan told Ryan everything. Not with the tone of a disgusted survivor doing what he had to do but of a reverent lover recounting every detail of a fine encounter. The gay wolf listened, eating and grinning. The story lasted longer than the burgers but not the fries and the pair were still polishing those off as Julan finished.

"Julan, you dog," Ryan laughed. "It's not enough you're fucking me, you have mommy issues too."

The skunk shoved the wolf and cackled. "Shut up. You liked the cheeseburger."

Ryan growled and took Julan down to the floor. The skunk gasped, blushed, his paws going to Ryan's shoulders. Nose to nose, greasy lips near greasy lips, Ryan whispered, "Yeah, the cheeseburger was good, kid. Now you gonna eat dessert?"

"I could go for a little starfish," Julan said, his grin toothy. Never one much for smiling with his teeth, Ryan's unabashed grins with a mouthful of yellow enamel had rubbed off on the skunk; he was shameless with the old wolf, shameless and even proud of what he deemed to be his less desirable traits. His paws slid down Ryan's back and possessively gripped the doughy curves of the wolf's wide ass.

Lowly Ryan growled and lowered his weight onto Julan, gut resting on the skunk like a big warm sack. He smooched Julan but when the skunk kissed back, Ryan wrapped his lips around the skunk's snout and gave it a suckle. As he popped his lips off of Julan's snuffling nose, he swished his tail and grinned. "Ya know, I'm pretty goddamn tired, kid. Shit, I was thinking about just going to bed while you were off getting your poon."

Julan's fingers pushed between Ryan's ass cheeks. No longer damp from the rain, they were instead wet with sweat and sebum. It made the coarse fur almost as greasy as the food had been. His penis, briefly subdued but not fully satisfied by Kathryn made a tent in his shorts, growing thicker and sturdier as his digits traced the puckered rim of Ryan's anus.

Over Ryan's low, thrumming moan, Julan asked with lurid menace, "What's wrong, daddy wolf? Are you seriously too tired for a rimjob?"

Ryan sneered and touched his nose to Julan's. Abruptly he nipped the skunk's cheek and Julan flinched, huffed. Still the skunk's fingers raked through the swampy soup between the truck driver's ass cheeks, fingertips often returning to the tight, dark rim of the wolf's anus where they tickled and circled.

"Fuck you, kid," he chuckled, "using those college boy mind games on me. I don't need reverse psychology in my life."

Julan notched a finger into Ryan's rim and sunk just the tip inside. He watched as Ryan's smirking, but weary face tensed, how the handsome old wolf's orange eyes rolled back a moment. "It's not reverse psychology," Julan softly said. "I'm just making fun of you for being old."

Distracted by pleasure, Ryan muttered, "Oh, just that, fine then..."

The skunk laughed. "Ryan, you gay old fuck, just sit on my face already. Quit being coy."

"I'm not coy, I'm sleepy," Ryan grunted with a hint of genuine annoyance. But he lifted himself off of Julan only to then turn and squat over the skunk's prone head, during which time Julan hastily shucked his clothes off and bared his throbbing penis.

The fat, greasy cheeks of Ryan's dark ass hung above Julan threateningly. Between their blubbery hemispheres was a ragged streak of white fur which ran from the base of his tail and up his belly all the way to his chin. Only a few inches away from the crack, Julan could smell the powerful, musky odor which permeated Ryan's body but was truly obnoxious between his ass cheeks. His paws clutched Ryan's ass, a cheek in each paw, and he pulled at them, whining as he did, "Gawd, come on! Gimme that beautiful black ass."

"Just remember, no give-backsies, kid," Ryan teased, bringing himself lower, transitioning his squat to a kneel one leg at a time. Then his crack was on Julan's snout, and with a rock back his cheeks engulfed the skunk's muzzle like a hungry, toothless mouth turned on its side. Ryan was about to tease Julan, meaning to ask if the skunk could handle such rancid musk, but the skunk's body language voiced a resounding yes: Julan's prick throbbed, his legs shifted and kicked, his paws groped and squeezed over cheeks and thighs. Clearest of all was the snuffling; Julan's nostrils were buried in the black, smelly pit of Ryan's asshole and there they snorted and smelled, flaring wide with each inhalation. Pushing against the wolf's sweaty rim, Julan forced the musky glands of the wolf's anus to express their richly masculine scent and Julan guzzled the musky stink down like nothing else mattered. Even the implied rimjob failed to materialize. Julan was too enthralled by Ryan's foul musk to do anything but snuffle.

Ryan rocked slowly, gently on Julan's pinned face, remaining mindful of his weight; every desperate musk slut claimed they wanted to be truly smothered but Ryan knew how to give his boys just enough without bringing them harm. He gripped his penis, its dark meat fat and always ready, and he slowly masturbated without the intent to get off. He tweaked Julan's own penis, smearing a bead of precum across his finger in the process. Smiling broadly, he said, "Well I guess you know a thing or two about snorting ass, don't you, kid? I gotta admit, there's something charming about the ones who gag at first. Guess a skunk would be made of stronger stuff, though."

From under Ryan's wide ass came an agreeable noise from Julan, and he also signed a quick thumbs-up. Then he went back to his nasal snack like a rock star back to his neat lines of coke, only now Julan started to pepper in laps and smooches, and he found that the taste of Ryan's anus was as wretched as the musk. Ryan tasted foul and earthy like something horribly out of date but still edible; he cared less about shoving his cock into the wolf then as he did about simply sampling every facet of Mr. Huffman's rich anal musk and nuanced flavor. Never even in the company of other skunks had he encountered such a fragrance: his nose was like the tongue of a gourmet, every aspect of the wolf's musk from the fresh earthy reek to the rotten, soured sweat appreciated and savored. Yet unlike a wine taster, Julan was swallowing everything he sampled, getting drunker and drunker on Mr. Huffman's scent until he was slavering inside the wolf's ass crack, tongue slurping deep and hard between the wolf's fat hot pillows.

"Fuckin' Christ, kid, slow down," said Ryan, awed and softly moaning. "You're gonna suck my goddamn intestines out snorting my hole like that." He pulled forward slowly but Julan clung onto him, kept his snout buried, nostrils flaring and snorting against the musky bullseye. A smirk creased up Ryan's jowly lips. He said playfully, "Come on, kid, you gonna fuck me or what?"

Julan shuddered. He felt as if he might not make it to that point before he spontaneously popped. His cock twitched with life, thick wads of precum shooting nearly constantly from it. He gave the wolf no answer except for his snuffles and slobbering and smooches, and Ryan, for a little while, allowed his indulgence. Then suddenly the wolf pulled himself up, moving to paws and knees as he plucked his ass off of Julan's snout.

"Oh fuck, please-," Julan gasped in what felt like ice-cold and horribly sterile air. His snout shined with Ryan's sweat. His nostrils were quivering, desperate for a hit of the good stuff again; the smell clinging to his fur was barely enough to register. Julan hurriedly followed Ryan who padded to the bed and draped himself over its edge, rump upturned and tail high above a glinting crack. The skunk dipped his head close and his snout plunged between the cheeks, and again he snorted and sucked the wolf's repulsive black anus.

Ryan shook his head and laughed. "For fuck's sake, kid! Would you fucking plow me already?" He clapped a paw down on Julan's head hard enough that the skunk flinched and his eyes rolled back.

The skunk fell sharply on his rump. He pawed at his head and huffed, "You didn't have to hit me."

"Just a brain duster, kid," Ryan chuckled. "Had to get you out of that trance somehow." He looked back at Julan, orange eyes seeming to glow like embers, teeth showing in the barest hint of a grin. "Fuck me, kid. I can handle it however hard you wanna give it, just put it inside me already. I fuckin' need it."

For a moment Julan admired the wolf's prone form, his broad ass especially. He pawed the wolf's scrotum which dangled low. It gave him simple, queer pleasure to feel the heavy gonads inside, their bulk hot and substantial. He said with love in his voice, "Nice balls, Ryan. Nice-, god, you have a nice everything. You're so hot for a grandpa."

"And you're hot for a shithead hipster kid," Ryan sneered. "Fuck me or I'm gonna ride you until your heart gives out."

Julan grinned and blushed. Close to the bed he found Ryan's discarded boxers; the rest of the wolf's clothes, fully soaked, still dripped dry in the bathroom. He said as he brought the grubby gray fabric up to his nose, "Worse ways to die, I have to admit."

Ryan growled. "Really, you're gonna smell my dirty underwear while you fuck me? What kind of a stink slut are you, kid?"

The skunk enjoyed a brief huff of the wolf's boxers; whether it was crotch or ass he smelled, he wasn't sure, but the reek of them was such an ancient brew of sweat, musk and piss that no one part stunk worse than any other. Invigorated by the raunchy stench, Julan dropped the boxers onto Ryan's back then grappled with his penis and one of the wolf's tubby, round ass cheeks. Touching the tip of his cock to Ryan's dark anus seemed almost a waste to Julan; he wanted to smell Ryan, to keep snorting the old wolf's musk. But then he entered Ryan, parting snug anal walls. Ryan's ass welcomed his cock, gently slid back its foreskin and enveloped its bared glans. It was then that Julan shuddered and draped himself over Mr. Huffman, and he said in a low voice, "Your ass is perfect. Feels so goddamn good."

A wan smile creased Ryan's lips. His tail swished giddily until Julan's resting body pinned it, yet even then it continued to wriggle. From deep in his burly chest came a noise of contentment and his eyes closed. Quietly he growled, "Yeah, you were thinking it'd be a hotdog in a hallway, weren't you?"

"Yes," Julan admitted, chuckling. He nuzzled the back of Ryan's head, nosing greasy unkempt hair often covered by a cap. He licked an ear, cooed into its flitting rim. He started fucking the gay old wolf and there was love in his movements, but hungry lust too; his hips clapped against the trucker's ass, making doughy cheeks wobble like platters of gelatin, making Ryan's low-hanging sack swing like an off-balance pendulum in a grandfather clock. His paws wriggled under the wolf's body and he cupped the plump curves of Ryan's moobs. Coyly he asked, "You mentioned you like having your tits played with, didn't you, Mr. Huffman?"

Ryan snorted. "Fuck you, kid," he said. Then he added, "Yes, I did mention that. But still, fuck you."

Julan laughed. He squeezed Ryan's moobs, squishing fatty, furry meat through his fingers. Ryan's nipples ground into his palms. Julan, huffing as he fucked the wolf, pressed his musky lips into Ryan's neck and preened the fur fondly. "God, my friend's gonna be so disappointing after-, after this. Nothing can compare to your big black ass, Ryan. I got so fucking lucky meeting you."

The big wolf rolled his hips back into Julan's, smearing his cock against the bed, pushing his rump into the skunk's hips. He said in a coy tone of voice, "Mhm, yeah, real lucky you met me instead of some sex pervert."

Julan nipped the rim of an ear. At Ryan's gasp, he snickered. Then he growled and nuzzled into its cup. He threw more of his weight onto Ryan, bringing a leg up onto the bed to give himself more leverage. "Don't be modest, Mr. Huffman - you're not just a sex pervert, you're the sex pervert."

"And you're a shit-eating little prick," Ryan snorted, but he was grinning broadly. He reached back and clapped a burly paw onto Julan's hip; the skunk took the smack with a grunt. In kind Julan responded by gripping down onto Ryan's moobs, squeezing until he felt the wolf's pulse. He wrenched a yelp out of Ryan. Submissively the wolf cried, "Ow, kid, that shit hurts!"

Startled, Julan eased his grip. He asked timidly, "You want me to let go?"

After a pause Ryan murmured, "No, not really, just-, fuck you, kid."

A smile crept back onto Julan's face and he laid heavily on Ryan's back. His hips moved roughly, smacking the fatty cheeks of the wolf to produce a sound which was not a slap but still sharp. He groped the truck driver's tits again, squeezing the ample mounds, listening to Ryan's huffs and whines like a musician playing by ear. He found the submissive noises marvelous and he could hardly believe that such a burly old wolf could be such a bitch.

"You're full of surprises, Ryan," Julan said down into an ear. "You fucked the shit out of me but you're the best bottom I've ever been with. A perfect switch. I thought you guys were myths."

Ryan huffed, grumbled. He braced burly paws on the bed and pushed back just enough that Julan flinched and hunkered down, bringing his foot from the bed to the floor in a stomp. "I just like fucking and being fucked, kiddo. Ain't that big a deal." Slowly Ryan stood, lifting Julan as if the skunk weighed nothing; and Julan was humbled to realize he would not have been on top unless the wolf wanted him to be. He held onto the wolf's moobs awkwardly, gripping them as if they were handles.

"I-, uh, did you wanna stop?" Julan mumbled. His cheeks were hot and all his initiative had withered away.

Ryan cupped Julan's paws and pried them off. Then he growled, "Lay on the bed, kid."

"Oh, yeah - sure, Ryan," Julan said eagerly. What little fear he had felt was already gone, replaced wholly by worshipful lust. He pulled back, freeing his cock from Ryan's anus; the wolf grunted as the helmet of the glans popped free, but otherwise he took the exit well. The dirty boxers, once hemmed between their bodies, fell to the floor. Julan bent to pick them up before he crawled onto the bed.

Lying indecisively on his side, rear and penis displayed to the wolf, Julan began to ask what Mr. Huffman wanted him to do exactly. Ryan simply rolled the skunk onto his back then climbed over the boy. His crotch brushed Julan's, then his ass came to rest on the skunk's loins. He guided Julan's cock with a paw, and as Julan's penis sank into his rump again, both he and the skunk softly moaned. Ryan placed both burly paws on Julan's rather slim breast and warmly, softly held him down.

"I ain't just a bottom, kid," said Ryan, bouncing on Julan briskly, making his fat wobble and jiggle beneath the fur. It was alluring to Julan who thought Mr. Huffman to be one of the most beautiful men he had ever laid eyes on.

"Not just a bottom, but a powerbottom," said Julan, admiration in his voice. He grinned at Ryan and Ryan grinned back. Then he snuffled the boxers, again unsure if he was smelling seat or crotch; it all reeked so foully of musk and sweat and grime that it was impossible to tell. He said through the muffling fabric, "Fuck, you could sell this stink like a drug, Ryan..."

"Yeah, if I ever wanted to hang up the keys, I could make fuck-you money selling hits off my asshole to queer kids like you." Ryan, riding smoothly, leaned low enough to kiss Julan. He shared in the boxers, snorting their stink together with the skunk. Shuddering, he said, "You got the right idea, sniffing that nasty thing. Same thing daddy does when it's jerkin-off time."

Julan's paws fondled Ryan's flanks and back in long, loving strokes. He went sometimes with, sometimes against the grain of the greasy and sweaty fur. Under his digits Ryan's flesh was hot and pliant, the blubbery meat of a fat old wolf. He cooed through the boxers slung around his snout, "When do you ever have to just jerk off, Ryan? I bet you can always find a slut like me to ride your dick."

Through the boxers, Ryan smooched Julan's dirty lips. He inhaled through the rancid fabric, then growled, "Not always so lucky, kiddo. Even sex gods like yours truly strike out now and then." He chuckled and winked.

Julan cupped the back of Ryan's neck in both paws. He smooched the wolf through the boxers. "God, that fat fucking ass of yours is gonna make me cum..."

"Pretty much the idea, kid," Ryan replied. He pulled aside the boxers and gave Julan a proper kiss, snaking his broad pink tongue past the skunk's foul-smelling lips. Julan responded immediately and in kind with laps and eager suckles. Though his cock was inside of the wolf, he took a submissive role to Mr. Huffman.

The skunk's paws slid down Ryan's chest and over his fat gut, gliding earnestly over pudgy rolls and sweaty fluff. And then he gripped Ryan's cock, holding its fat black mast in both paws, using one to grope and squeeze as he rolled back the foreskin in the other. Several times he rolled it back, then forward again, and after that he smeared a palm into the glans as if chalking up a cue.

"Feels damn good, kid," grumbled Ryan, his eyes shut as he nuzzled with Julan, reveling in the vulgar scents marking the boy's face. "Working a dick one of the things they teach you kids in college these days?"

Julan grinned, blushed. He pecked Ryan's lips then grabbed for the filthy boxers, replacing them on his snout. He shuddered as he inhaled, then he said while he slowly masturbated Ryan, "Mandatory course, obviously."

"Obviously," Ryan concurred. He wriggled on Julan and the skunk gasped; then Ryan began to bounce again, moving faster now, making the springs on the bed squeak with each jerk. "Shit. Nice cock, kid. Anyone ever tell you that?"

The skunk peered at Ryan, his smile hidden but his eyes coy. "Only dirty old homos like you, Ryan."

Ryan leaned low again. His nose brushed Julan's and together with the skunk he sampled his own vulgar stench in the boxers. "I'll have you know, kid," the wolf growled, "I'm very highly-regarded in the dirty old queer community. Matter of fact, your dick is inside of Alderman Huffman right this moment."

Julan rolled his eyes but giggled. His paws, now slippery with precum slipped up over Ryan's pudgy body, then down again, replacing precum with sebum and sweat before gripping the wolf's meat again. Candidly he said, "Fuck, this feels amazing. And your stink-, it really is like a drug, Ryan. I actually think I'm high right now."

The wolf tutted. "Am I having intercourse with a marijuana smoker?" he asked with mock moral outrage. His wide ass rose and fell heavily on the skunk, slick anal walls tugging and squeezing hot skunk meat. Julan's toes curled and he receded into the musky boxers, inhaling strongly, closing his eyes.

"No, actually, never," Julan muttered, distracted by the pleasure and the bliss of the stink. "I mean I'm a student of the arts, so you'd think so. If it were anything like smelling you, Ryan, I think I'd be one of those gross wake-and-bake guys."

Ryan snickered. "I'm just pickin' on you anyway, kid... I don't give a fuck what you put in your body. Smoke, needles, dick, whatever makes you happy. Just don't begrudge me a beer or a cigarette now and then." He smooched Julan's cheek through the boxers, then muttered, "God, these things stink. I don't think I've ever washed 'em."

"I can believe that," said the skunk, his paws playing over Ryan's penis and balls and belly, though the wolf's cock was always in one of his paws, it being the part he loved nearly as much as the ass. "Shit, you have me right on the edge, Ryan," he whined.

Rather than a predatory smirk, Ryan put on a warm smile. He nuzzled with Julan and he continued to bounce, even quickening the pace though he had begun to softly pant. "I ain't gonna tease you, kid," he cooed. "Dump those nuts inside of daddy. Not the first time I've had skunk jizz in my ass, not gonna be the last, either."

Julan savored Ryan's sweet but lurid words. He loved the wolf for his frankness and charm, and for more devious, lewd reasons besides. Although he was cumming and his body's response was to tense, he forced open his eyes so he could peer into the soulful orange portals of Ryan's gaze. Hurriedly he clawed away the boxers and forced a kiss on Ryan with foul-smelling lips. His tongue slathered Ryan's maw. Ryan, not missing a beat, tongued back with similar vigor. Slobber from both mouths blended and frothed around their swabbing tongues and Julan, tightly gripping Ryan's grimy cock, shot into the wolf.

Twitching, pulsing with the harsh beats of his heart, Julan's cock loosed its many fat ropes deep inside of Ryan's behind. The wolf continued to ride, milking Julan, making a gooey mess of semen all along the skunk's shaft as well as deep inside of his own musky ass. Julan fell passive in the kiss, stunned by the pleasure, but Ryan slobbered enough for the both of them and even swabbed his tongue along the back of Julan's throat. The skunk gagged but did not bite, and as his orgasm faded into dribbling afterglow he started to furiously jerk the wolf off.

"Oh-, ooh shit," Ryan grunted, plopping his ass down on the skunk harshly. A ribbon of cum was forced from around Julan's penis and it left a jagged stripe on the bed. Ryan pushed himself up to his knees and Julan, in the more open space offered, masturbated the big gay trucker even harder than before. As he stroked, precum flew from Ryan's cock like spittle from an excited speaker's mouth. The wolf arched his back and groaned. He played across his own chest sensually, calloused fingers tweaking pert black nipples.

"Fu-u-uck, kid," the wolf sighed. "Little more. Just a little more of that for your papa wolf."

Julan's cheeks were hot and red. His penis was sensitive and even sore, but his affection for the wolf had never been greater. One paw caressed the wolf's gut but the other tugged at Ryan's uncut meat almost viciously. He hissed, "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? I bet you're gonna make a huge fucking mess..."

"Something-, something like that, kid," huffed Ryan, tail wagging. Then his tongue dangled out of his mouth as he panted and crooned. To Julan his expression was an example of pure pleasure.

Ryan gasped and grunted, his ass clenching on the skunk's tired, softening penis. He said nothing but he hunched over Julan somewhat and gripped the sheets in burly fists. Then he came, shooting thick strands of semen across Julan's soft white belly. Even more landed in the fluff of the skunk's mane where slobber already darkened the fur in spots and streaks, and some even splattered against Julan's face, narrowly missing his eye, marking his forehead instead.

For several moments Julan earnestly tugged Ryan's throbbing cock to coax free every drop he could get, but when the wolf's panting and moaning turned to soft whines, Julan eased off and indulgently licked the cum from his paw. His fingers smelled strongly of the wolf's musk and filth.

"Goddamn," Julan said between licks, "you shoot like a rocket, Ryan."

"I-, I guess I do, yeah," Ryan chuckled. He was still panting, still coming down. He looked down at Julan with a grin, but he was blushing and his ears had splayed back. "Guess it doesn't seem so bad when it's shooting up your butt, does it?"

"You tell me," Julan teased.

The wolf smirked. "Fuck off, kid." Slowly he pulled up, freeing Julan's flaccid cock from his rear. It flopped over the skunk's balls tiredly. A drool of semen rolled from his loosened anus, drizzling the skunk's groin. "Now I gotta take a major piss."

Quickly Julan grabbed Ryan's thighs. Though the skunk was smaller and weaker, his touch stopped the wolf who looked down at him with a widening smirk.

"You know I wanted to sleep in this bed, don't you?" Ryan admonished even as he straightened his back and gripped his softening penis.

Julan grinned. "Like you've never slept in your own piss before."

"I have, but fuck you for insinuating that I'm some kind of slob." Ryan pushed, indicated by his brief show of teeth. Julan closed his eyes but opened his yap, tongue out as if he was trying to catch a snowflake.

Ryan's piss came on hot and heavy, a fairly thick and foul stream of pale yellow. It splashed across Julan's face and chest, some spattering onto the sheets, most soaking the boy's plush coat. White fur turned yellow and Julan lapped at the gushing stream as if it were a drinking fountain. As Ryan pissed and Julan drank, the skunk's penis began to stir; and as the deluge went on, Julan became fully erect again. But he cared only about Ryan and his bounty of musky urine.

Finally the stream began to taper off after what felt like minutes to both parties. Ryan scooted up Julan's filthy body, balls dragging through piss- and cum-streaked fur. He presented his flaccid penis to the skunk and Julan engulfed it without hesitation, and with that he drank down the rust-hued dregs of Ryan's long and foul evacuation. As he unmouthed Ryan's penis, he shuddered. "God, Ryan," he breathed, "you're such a pig. I love you."

"I'm a pig, says the kid who looks like a snowdrift outside of a bar," Ryan scoffed. He chuckled and ran a paw over the skunk's head where his fluffy white hair was also tinted yellow. "Love you too, though. You're a good kid. Nice fuck, you drink piss, you laugh at my shitty jokes. What more can I ask for?"

Ryan rolled off of Julan and sighed. It came as no surprise to him when the boy cuddled up. Like a sponge, his white fur oozed still-warm piss as he pressed in close. Ryan wrapped his arms around Julan and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. "You're hard again, kid," he said, feeling the skunk's prick brushing his groin. "Papa's a little tuckered out, though."

"Just let it be. I'm pooped too," Julan said.

The wolf nuzzled with Julan, rumbling lowly deep in his chest. He eventually said, "Much as I hate to say it, kiddo, we ought to shower."

"A shower," Julan tragically moaned, putting his acting chops to work. "Imagine washing off that bountiful musk! Are you trying to make me cry, Mr. Huffman?" Ryan snickered and pulled the skunk in closer. Neither he or Julan made an effort to move. The skunk said a few moments later, "But honestly? I'd say yes, except we're just gonna get back into a piss-soaked bed."

"Shower in the morning, then," Ryan chuckled. He smooched Julan on the forehead, slipped out of the bed and turned off the lights. Moving by touch, he found his way back into the bed and Julan again pressed in close.

Come morning, the skunk had scarcely moved from his spot beside Ryan except to nestle in as the small spoon. The wolf awoke just as the sun peeked through the curtains; a glance at the digital clock beside the bed told him it was seven o'clock.

Ryan roused Julan. For a while they cuddled. Then they masturbated, each tending to his own morning wood, but in the end they finished each other off. The orgasms left them sluggish and ready to snooze but Ryan forced himself out of bed. Julan took a brief shower. Ryan settled for dragging a wet cloth across his piss-soaked fur and left it at that.

It was a quarter to nine when they got out on the road. Ryan had left a twenty dollar bill on the nightstand as an unspoken apology for the state of the bed; leaving it had been Julan's suggestion. The rain had passed and the air was unbearably humid as a result, but once the truck was moving the breeze cooled them both.

Ryan drove hard, pushing the needle a hair above the speed limit. For the longest time their journey passed in silence. This was not out of malice or boredom; they simply found themselves getting by with smiles and meaningful gazes. The pair skipped breakfast but enjoyed a late lunch of greasy patty melts at a little truck stop in Pennsylvania. Ryan had coffee again.

About an hour after lunch, the wolf unzipped his jeans. "Help me out here, kid," he chuckled, fishing out his cock as he eyed the road. "You know that shit goes right through me."

Julan said as he leaned across the seats and nuzzled Ryan's penis, "If I didn't know better, Mr. Huffman, I'd assume you drank that coffee just for this reason."

Ryan growled warmly as Julan's lips slipped around his cock. He rubbed the skunk's side fondly. "That's a pretty big part of it," he admitted as he started to piss. There was no struggling, no pushing this time: Ryan was fit to burst with dark, smelly piss. Julan guzzled it eagerly, moaning as he drank it down, savoring its bitter bite. Dribbles rolled down his chin, turning his fur that familiar piss-snow shade again.

As Ryan finished, he ran a paw slowly down Julan's flank and said, "Thanks, kid."

Julan pulled his lips off of Ryan's meat. He wiped his chin on the back of his arm and grinned. "Anytime, Ryan."

In silence they watched the mile markers go by. The sun slowly fell, turning the cloudless sky orange and pink as it drifted over the horizon. Then a sign went by: Welcome to New York. Julan glanced at Ryan, smiling but only with his mouth. He said, "I guess we're almost at the end of the line, huh?"

"Another hour or two, maybe," Ryan somberly replied. "I'd stop for the night, kid, but this tanker is due tonight."

"No, it's okay," Julan said, brushing Ryan's arm. "We had fun. But my friend's expecting me, and you have work to do."

Ryan grinned. "We could make your friend wait another night. He's not going anywhere, is he?"

Julan smiled back. "Come on, Ryan..."

"Yeah, yeah," the wolf huffed. "Can't blame a guy for liking your company. You're a sweet kid with a nice-smelling ass. Of course I'm reluctant to let you go."

"Well, I am gonna need a ride home in a few days."

"Now I'm your taxi, huh?" the wolf teased. "We'll see, kiddo. Usually ain't too hard to find a load heading to California."

The conversation lapsed into silence and the mile markers ticked by. Ryan asked where his friend was; Julan replied Auburn.

"Not too out of my way, I suppose," the wolf murmured. "Going further north, and east."

Two hours later, Ryan's truck entered into Auburn county. Julan glanced around; even in the dark he recognized many of the places his friend had taken him to on his last visit. He smiled at the thought of seeing him again, but the happiness fell off fast when he turned his attention back to Ryan.

Ryan took the boy as far as he could, but Julan's friend was past roads too small to accommodate a big truck. He said as he put on the brakes and sat idling, "You want me to come with you, kid? Make sure you don't get mugged or anything?"

Julan's first thought was to say no, that such things did not happen here. But he realized what the wolf wanted, and Julan wanted the same. "Sure, Ryan," he said. "I'd really appreciate that."

Ryan lifted Julan's bag out from behind behind the seat, killed the engine, pocketed the keys. He and Julan both locked the doors. Julan walked calmly with the old wolf, leading the way but not by much. The night air was crisp and the street lights were adequate but not overbearing. Julan quite liked Auburn, though California would always be his home. And anything was better than Montana.

"Y'know, kid, I had a lot of fun with you these last few days," Ryan said, smiling. "Not just the-, you know what. But just the company. You're a nice kid."

Julan blushed. "I feel the same way, Ryan. I'm happy I met you."

His friend's apartment loomed, its windows sporadically lit as some tenants had already gone to bed. It was almost eleven PM.

At the base of the steps, Julan paused and looked back at Ryan. The wolf eyed him, smiling, then he leaned low. Their lips met in a deep, warm kiss; their tongues swabbed and they half-embraced, each using one arm. Ryan's fingers gently mussed Julan's hair and the skunk pawed at Ryan's hips.

The kiss eased off. Neither was afraid of being seen like this; but it seemed like it was time to part ways. Julan, blushing almost crimson, whispered to the wolf: "I kinda love you, Ryan."

Ryan grinned, yet he was blushing just as much. "Aw, kid. That's just puppylove."

"Maybe," Julan admitted, chuckling. "But, um, if you're heading towards California in a few days-"

"I know where to find you, kiddo," Ryan said with a wink. He stole another quick kiss on the skunk's lips which smelled faintly of urine. "Sorry about the disappointment, though."

Julan blinked. "What? Nothing was disappointing."

"The disappointment you're gonna feel snorting on your friend's asshole," Ryan snickered. "Nothing can compare now, right?"

Julan laughed. "You're a sick old fuck."

Ryan patted the skunk's shoulder. He started down the road without a word and Julan let him go, feeling an awkward stir in his chest, an affection he was embarrassed to experience but pained to ignore.

When Ryan was out of sight, Julan turned and went up the steps. His friend buzzed him in. Julan never spoke a word about the sweet old truck driver and his musky odor. But silently he pined during the nights, waiting to hear the blat of a diesel engine and the whistle of a turbo.