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The soft hum of a compact car's engine was echoing off the treeline on either side of the road that it was being driven along, it's destination still nearly a hundred miles away, and it's driver eager to arrive.

The driver was Jason, a slender bodied wolf, with a coat of reddish orange fur, hands at ten and two while his padded fingers tapped along the steering wheel's surface in excitement, his promise ring gleaming in the sunlight.

This was no ordinary drive to the supermarket or even to an event, but to him, a drive that only happened a few exciting times per year, he was on the way to visit his beloved boyfriend, a fellow wolf whom he had been dating at a distance for a few months.

While the distance did have its effects on their relationship, it was hardly a deterrent, as he found the open road relaxing, and the anticipation of each visit equally exciting.

And while the cool, soft metal of his ring was always a reminder of his mate's love, and the promise of loyalty that fell into place with it's shining reminder, nothing was better than the warm embrace and love making that actually occurred when in his arms for a night.

Gazing over at the center of his dashboard, Jason looked at the clock, knowing he would be in his love's embrace in the next few hours if he made good time, and little was in the way between his goal, except the open road, red lights, and the occasional traffic jam.

He had only double digit mile distance left, and his excitement was rising more and more, even feeling his body beginning to quiver with the lustful needs he had been pent up in for weeks, the only downside of his possessive monogamous mate was that sex was a few times a year activity, compared to a nightly romp.

Thankfully, his body would soon be filled with the heated love of his mate, and the excitement was well placed, at least it would have been a bit quicker, if not for another interruption popping up in the form of a dinging low fuel light on his dash lighting up his now frustrated eyes.

"You gotta be kidding me, aaah!" Jason exclaimed, slapping the wheel as if to punish his car for running out of gas.

Quickly retrieving his phone with his free hand, the red wolf lovingly replied to a teasing, provocative text sent to him by his mate, which only enhanced his arousal, and opened a navigation app, finding a nearby rest stop with a fueling station.

He took the next exit toward the stop, and sighed to himself, another fifteen minutes out of the way wasn't that bad, but with his heated need for his wolf's love, it would feel so much longer.

Thankfully, as the brakes squealed and he pulled the car up next to a gas pump, he was excited to see there was hardly a line at the rest stop, and fueling shouldn't take long.

Stepping out of the car and placing his card into the reader, Jason stuck the nozzle into the gas tank and began fueling his car, only as the sloshing of petrol flooded the tank did the wolf notice his own tank was full, and he had to let nature flow.

With a pep in his step Jason walked toward the main building of the rest stop and inside, looking left and right quickly until he laid eyes on the restroom sign, quickly pushing the door open on a fast track to the urinals.

"Jesus Christ, kid, frying chicken eh?" Said a booming, gruff voice to his left.

Awkward as it may have been, Jason was a dainty, twink wolf, and hardly wanted to be rude to the fur towering over his left side.

"Uhhh, s- sorry, what?" Jason said, giving a brisk shake to his member and tucking it into his shorts, nervously in response to the stranger's off comment.

The one who spoke, a towering pig, his chubby body covered in a flannel shirt, his lower half in unzipped dirty jeans and a chain wallet dangling from a belt loop, smirked at the now nervous, blushing wolf.

In the Pig's hairy right hand, was a flaccid, lengthy pink shaft of a size that Jason had never seen before.

"It's just a joke, pipsqueak, calm down, just you 'n me here." the Pig chuckled, widely smiling.

Jason walked out the door instantly, not wanting to further look at the stranger swine, nor his admittedly long, hunky endowment, but it proved useless as the leathery boots of the pig were audible behind him, following him.

"Sorry, kid, road's lonely and I was just tryin' to make conversation, don't push me off." the Pig spoke, "Muh name's Chris, that better, first name basis?"

Sighing as the two arrived outside, Jason pulled the fuel nozzle from his car, placing it back, and looking up at Chris as he gently replied.

"Okay, Chris, I don't wanna be rude but, I'm not interested, I have a boyfriend, and I've gotta get back on the road..." Jason said, brazenly raising his ring to the pig's view.

It was hopeless, as badly as Jason just wanted to get back into his car and leave, he hardly had time to process, that was going to be a bit difficult, as his heat was making his decisions for him, and Chris was keenly noticing.

"I knew you were a cockhound, I could tell from that cute little ass in those little shorts...He's a lucky guy, heheheh." Chris calmly replied, licking his lips as he looked up and down the dainty wolf's frame.

The aforementioned heat was rising, and Jason found himself hardening in his shorts, why? How was this hairy, perfect stranger of a man causing him to feel this way, but he couldn't answer that, he could only keep flashing back to visions of moments ago, that hulking flaccid cock being relieved, what could it be hard?

"I...I just need to get going." Jason tried to whimper his way out, but Chris simply shrugged.

"I'm over in lot 2B, the 2003 Peterbilt, red paint, come on over if you wanna get fucked good n' hard before you gotta drive off." Chris cockily spoke, before turning and walking away without another word, his boots clacking beneath him with an alluring tone.

Perhaps it was his heat, or just a poor lapse of judgement, but something about this musky fat pig was beyond intoxicating to Jason, and he was trying to come up with excuse after excuse in his mind as to why he didn't pull out of that fueling station and hit the gas.

But he didn't, and now he was inside the sleeper of the old red semi truck, laying his shirtless body down on a sweaty tobacco scented mattress, stained with various spatters of previously fucked out loads, and watching as the obese, musky swine was slipping off his dirty jeans, exposing his bulbous pink cock once again, this time much more intentionally, and much more erect.

It must have been ten inches, easily, and Jason found himself wanting it more and more by the second, his boyfriend physically unable to stop him as his phone was laying in the passenger seat of his car.

"How's about you get them little slut shorts off, I wanna get started bitch." Chris spoke demandingly.

Jason could only blush, melting obediently to the swine's request and lifting his dainty legs upward, sliding his shorts off, now stripped of all his clothing sans his promise ring, glaring ironically in Chris' truck lights.

"Ain't got a rubber, hope you don't care slut." Chris teased, his left hand squeezing and applying lube to his right, which he caressed evenly over every calloused, hard inch of his lengthy cock.

"I...I don't mind..." Jason coyly replied, his hands reaching up to his chest, panting in nervousness, guilt, but most powerfully, need.

"Good little fucktoy." Chris smirked, leaning his massive frame down over the twink wolf, lifting his legs up to his shoulders, dragging his slimy tongue dominantly over the smaller fur's right foot, saliva dripping from his toes while his hole was being prodded already with the raw, lubed pig shaft's tip.

Even if he had second thoughts, he was completely pinned under the fat pig's weight, and Chris knew it, and took what he wanted before Jason could even begin objecting, the raw, wide cock tip pushing into his prey's little tailhole, stretching it around him.

"Fuuuck, your boyfriend must not use you enough, you're tighter than a vice, bitch." Chris said through panting breaths.

James bit his lip, he had never felt someone so big inside him before, and the swine was right, his boyfriend was never this rough or deep with him, and the incredible teasing that Chris was capable of, licking his ears and biting down on his sensitive twink neck in just the right ways, resistance was impossible.

Pushing in deeper inch by inch, Chris scruffily grunted and reached a massive hand down, pressing it onto Jason's soft, fluffy chest, his blubbery hips pushed roughly against the dainty mated twink's pelvis, his raw shaft oozing warm, yellowish precum into his now disloyal, unprotected depths.

Jason's saliva coated toes curled in pleasure, his own little stiff cock twitched with each motion that the massive homewrecking pig delivered, his body unmoving to his licks and nibbles, his sweet yet dominant words being blurted out, but his pleasure rising, his hands moving from his chest and onto Chris' sweaty tattooed shoulders.

"Like that slut? You fucking like this raw dick in ya?" Chris groaned out, not slowing his assault for a moment, his hairy sweaty hips colliding roughly against the mated wolf's rear end, his free hand gripping the orangish red tail and giving it a pull.

Visions of his boyfriend weakly tugging his tail played through Jason's mind and he could only giggle inside knowing those weak tugs were nothing compared to the painful yet pleasuring pulls the stinking pig fucking him deeply were delivering.

"I do, d- don't stop! AHH!" Jason whined with need, precum spurting from his fully unsheathed rod, spattering his belly button and chest.

"Mmmh, that's a good little whore, gonna cum around my fat hog cock." Chris goaded himself as much as Jason, and increased his thrusting force, his eyes narrowing and his oinks and groans louder.

"I am, I AM! AHH!" Jason yelped, the words from Chris beckoning his orgasm as much as the rough, haphazard thrusts he was delivering to his insides.

Jason let out a howl, his cock splattering his red fur with his first adulterous and most intense orgasm he had felt, his body quivering and tightening around Chris' raw shaft, as the pure blissful ignorance of his flying seed dampened his judgement to what next left the pig's tobacco stained mouth.

"Goood boy, I'm gonna blow my fucking load inside your fluffy fuckhole, gonna breed you good, gonna carry my fucking mark for the rest of your little life, can't wait till yer boyfriend notices the sniffles..."

The sniffles? What the Hell was Chris talking about, what sniffles, what sickness was he referring to...unless...

Oh...god no...

It was too late, the pure blissful feeling of the well placed thrusts, the amazing performance of this massive trucker swine, and the warmth that was filling Jason from behind indicated what Chris already was screaming through pleasured oinks.

The pig's eyes closed tightly and he let out groans that echoed out of the truck, his hips colliding one final time with Jason's as his positive load was erupting into the depths of the cheating wolf, his hands gripping the twink's chest in a grip unrelenting.

"Take my fucking cum, bitch, take my fucking bug, take it ALL." Chris demanded, through orgasmic groaning and huffing.

Jason whined, it was amazing, it had no right to be but it felt so good, it was the best sex he had ever had, and it was in the sleeper of a truck, with a diseased, raw, stranger of a pig.

"Hehehe, thanks for the fun slut..." Chris said, cockily pulling his rod from the well stretched, infected hole of the cheating wolf.

Panting and hardly able to regain his strength from the intense railing delivered by Chris, Jacob weakly leaned up, his body finally released from the firm pin he was placed in.

"S- so, you, g- gave me something...?" Jason meekly asked, his body still reeling, too pleasured for worry.

Chris simply smirked as he picked up a dirty, well used handkerchief and wiped his slowly deflating rod clean of any lube and cum that leaked from it's tip.

"Nothin your cute little ass needs to worry about." He smirked, chuckling.

Jason huffed, the mystery of what exactly was filling his body dampened by the incredible adulterous pleasure he felt.

"T- thanks, I, r- really needed this..." Jason whined, as Chris tossed him his discarded clothing and the musky, stained handkerchief, slick with his positive load and lube.

"Good, not only will ya carry me inside ya, but you can keep that hanky to remember me by." Chris smugly spoke.

Jason smiled, weakly sliding his clothing back onto his supple, well fucked frame, he took a large huff from the cumrag, savoring the moment before guilt would inevitably wrack it.

"Now, don't get all sentimental, and get the fuck outta my truck..." Chris firmly, rawly spoke, smirking as he reached over and opened the passenger side door.

Reeling in afterglow, Jason returned his car, his tailhole red and oozing the bugged swine cum, he huffed and checked his phone, replying as if all was well and natural to his loving, awaiting mate.

He already had one secret, why not keep two? After all, every time his mate would dive his shaft into Jason's well stretched tailhole, a little bit of Chris would be inside him forever.

His oblivious mate just wouldn't know that part.