Cookies
Shelby fidgeted again as he tried to wrap his winter jacket tighter around his shoulders. "Mom," he said quietly, keeping his eyes lowered down to the floor. His tail flicked around, instinctively tucked low as the young retriever dipped his muzzle down, letting his ears flop in front of his eyes.
"Shelby, we've been over this. You have to wear it while you're working here," his mother said, finishing the display of cookies. The boy heaved a big sigh as he pulled off the big coat and cast a dismal glance downwards. The long red and pink apron stretched down to his knees, covered in felt hearts that had been carefully stitched on. He pouted as hard as he could, looking up at his mom. She, however, refused to even glance back at him.
It wasn't his fault that he had been grounded. Two weeks ago, Tommy had come over for a visit. His mother liked Tommy because of how polite and soft spoken he was, especially compared to the boys on Shelby's basketball team who were always leaving their shoes on in the house and swearing up a storm, even with his mother in the same room. Tommy was a good boy, a terrier at a glance, though she had never bothered to asked him outright. It was good to see Shelby spend time with a boy like that, rather than some of the more "wild" types from the team. That day, Tommy and Shelby had both scurried off to his room and closed the door behind them.
The scene played out in Shelby's head, over and over again. Tommy was supposed to have locked the door, but instead, his mother walked in without knocking and found him therepants around his ankles as Tommy nearly choked, nose pressed against the soft fur at the root of his dick.
His mother hadn't said anything other than quietly asked Tommy to leave. After that, she simply said, in a soft, mechanical voice, he was grounded and would help her sell cookies at a table in the local truck stop. The small town didn't have anything else of note, just a truck stop and a highway out of there. Shelby bit his lip as he looked down at the embarrassing smock again. If only Tommy had locked the door, and if only his mother had knocked, and if only the town had something to do other than letting the local boys blow him, Shelby wouldn't have been in this mess.
Even in the early hours, the truck stop was already bustling with customers, a mix of truckers and home town regulars. He whined as he stood in the busy truck stop, wincing a little as each passing person glanced at him, eyes narrowing just for a moment before averting, questioning why a boy would wear pink. "Mom," he said, "can't I just take it off?"
"No, Shelby," she said matter-of-factly as she handed two of the cookies to an old female badger. She turned to Shelby and reached out to pinch his cheek.
"Such a cute boy," she said, her cold shaky paws making his fur stand on end. He sighed and looked back at his mother.
"I'm going to the bathroom," he mumbled, turning quickly away and storming off.
***
Harris sipped his coffee and glanced at the paper. It was just a small local paper, nothing too exciting. The produce shop was having a having a half off sale tomorrow, when the coyote would be far away from this place. The police blotter's lone entrant was a noise complaint secondary to public drunkenness. A simple town, probably only one stop light and a single paved road.
The coyote was always the lucky type, looked young, stayed fit, could wake up fully rested from a 20 minute nap. He'd been working as a trucker for nearly two years now, still green by most standards. Then again, he really didn't fit many trucker standards in the first place. He kept his nails trimmed, his clothes clean, and his fur brushed down and washed. Every time he ended up in a bigger town where the truck stops had specialized Trucker Lounges, he had to put up with teasing jabs for looking "like a faggot" just for cleaning himself up. Of course, more than once, that insult had been followed with a nervous lip bite and a muttered request for a little help "relieving tensions." While he didn't mind fooling around now and then, Harris wasn't exactly the type to suck some smelly trucker just because he was asked. Even most of the Lot Lizards (Not real lizards, though there was the occasional scaley trolling about,) who wandered around, hoping to "just see the inside of a truck's cab" were beneath his standards.
"Top you off, handsome?" a soft voice said to him. He glanced up from the paper he was only feigning interest in to the homely girl with the coffee pot. The vixen's lips were bright red, irritatingly red, underneath a thick layer of lipstick and make-up.
"Oh, sure," he said dismissively. While he didn't mind flirting with a girl or two, he wasn't in the mood to play the game. His body ached from a long haul and his balls ached even more. No chance to play offered itself these last few days. He had been behind schedule and made the mistake of passing up an early offer, hoping for better luck in the evening. When his usual truck stop was empty later that night, he just kept driving no matter how much his blue balls protested. He glanced around the mostly empty truck stop before giving a low sigh. "I'll be back. You can leave the bill on the table, and I'll get back to it."
"Sure thing, darling," the waitress said again, trying to bat her eyelashes as the scruffy canine stood up and walked towards the men's room.
***
The facilities were pretty dismal, as expected in a place like that. Three old urinals made of grungy steel and a single stall made up cement blocks that went all down to the floor. Harris walked up to the urinal and fished his cock out through the fly, pressing his forearm up against the tile wall as he leaned forward. A heavy sigh fell from him as he pissed out most of the cheap coffee he had been pounding down with breakfast. His ears perked as he heard the door close behind him. The boy who toddled in was nothing short of adorable. Harris's eyes widened as he drank him in: soft messy hair fur came down in that shaggy, ungroomed farmboy style, pale blue eyes set over a golden muzzle, and a girlish apron that his hands couldn't help but tug in embarassment. He cast a bashful glance up at Harris as he moved up to the urinal and raised his apron, holding it carefully under his chin as he fumbled with the front of his jeans, trying to get them open by feel alone.
Harris forced himself to look forward, realizing that his piss stream had long since ended. He gritted his teeth as he tried to will up a few more drops as an excuse to keep standing there. He glanced carefully over again as the boy fished himself out and began to piss, the thin stream ringing against the metal.
Harris's cock throbbed as he unconsciously tugged at it. Fully hard and dripping pre into the urinal's basin, he flicked his tail and swallowed down the building saliva. Panic shot through him as he realized he was stroking himself as he gawked at the boy pissing beside him. Silently and smoothly as to not arouse suspicion, he tried hard to work himself back into his pants. His meat throbbed in protest, rock solid and refusing to bend and slip back easily into his trousers.
And then Shelby glanced over. His jaw dropped as he saw the mammoth dick there beside him along with a rapidly panicking trucker. "Hey, kid, sorry!" Harris said quickly as he turned his back to Shelby, finally unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hefty meat up under the waistband of his boxers, a hot splattering of pre dripping into his bellyfur.
"Whoa, dude," Shelby said quietly as he felt his own boy parts growing ever harder. "Yours is really huge."
"Yeah, I'm not going to prison," Harris mumbled as he stumbled towards the door. "I need to get out of here. You're jailbait, and I'm a pervert." Shelby turned towards him, his cock at full mast.
"Wait," he said, hard-on bobbling as he turned toward the flustered trucker. "I promise I won't tell anyone if you let me see it again." Harris stared at him, feeling another droplet of precum dribble onto his navel.
"Ok," he said, his heart pounding as he swallowed hard, trying not to think about just how wrong it all was. "In the stall, just in case anyone walks in."
The stall was small and dirty like the rest of the bathroom. Graffiti covered the walls so thick that most had become illegible. Shelby scurried over to to the toilet and sat down atop the tank behind the bowl. "So no one will see my feet," he whispered, giving a jerk of the head towards the space under the stall door. The silly apron fell over the front of his body, tenting up boldly in his lap. Harris gave another hard swallow as he pulled open his pants, letting his veiny monster spring free.
The head was thick and damp with pre as the slit flared and twitched; the musk was already heavy in the air as Harris ran his fingers across his abs, gathering up the pre and licking it lewdly from his own fingertips. His balls were low and fat, looking like ripe eggs as he cupped them in one hand while giving the shaft a squeeze with the other. Shelby's eyes widened as he pulled the apron up showing off his own member that barely looked half the size of the trucker's impressive equipment.
"Wanna suck me?" Shelby asked, looking up at him just the same as he did to the underclassmen. Normally, getting a blowjob from one of the 'sissy boys' at his school took some work, offering up dinner or money or sometimes forcing a friendship into existence. But this was his first time asking someone like this, a stranger, someone who knew exactly what they wanted. Shelby figured that Harris was the cool type--the type who didn't bother with the song and dance and just knew what felt good.
Harris leaned down, inhaling the smell of the younger canine's fur, mixed with the faint aroma of cookies that still clung to the apron. He was already in too deep and he knew it. He opened his mouth and sank down, dragging his lips down every inch of Shelby. The retriever trembled and suppressed a cry of delight as Harris tilted his chin back and opened up wider, long tongue extending to lap up the base of the dog's rapidly building knot. The entire package jumped and twitched as Harris nursed teasingly, suckling just hard enough to get a firm tug without causing the boy too much pain. Shelby's hands shook as he laced his fingers through the trucker's headfur, eyes rolling back as his saliva-coated shaft withdrew from Harris's mouth, leaving just the head in his mouth. He glanced up at the boy as his tongue worked teasingly around the head and slit, making the boy shake even harder. "You're better than my classmates," Shelby whispered hoarsely.
Harris gave a guttural moan as he shook his pants down to his ankles, sliding his hand back and forth faster over his shaft as he mustered up his courage. He rolled his middle finger around the head of his cock, over and over again, gathering up pre until it glistened. His lips eased back down over the shaft again to press his nose firmly above Shelby's navel, guiding his ankles to rest upon the trucker's shoulders. As Shelby's body went still, he struck, pressing his finger firmly against the pink rosebud. The boy wriggled around, holding back a noisy yelp of surprise as his body bucked in protest. Harris nursed harder, tonguing over the piss slit in hopes of stilling his protests while driving his finger further inside.
Shelby's body moved to its own accord as the new sensation overtook him. Some of the boys who sucked him asked if he would push inside them, but he had never really done it. Sucking had always been enough and going any further would be crossing the line, the last barrier between "Being queer" and "Just fucking around." He bit down on his lip as Harris curled the finger, pressing down against his already spasming prostate. "Whaaa!" he cried out, letting the noise echo through the bathroom. Harris lifted his head and hissed through his teeth. He relaxed his hand as the boy's cock dribble clear slick even faster. His fingertips trailed up Shelby's thigh and stroked over the oozing length a few times, letting the sinewy strands cling to his fingers before raising them to his lips, tasting the juice that remained on them. He curled his finger again, pressing down firmly on all the sensative areas. Shelby held his breath, trying to keep down a cry of pleasure, both buckin and writhing as his lungs burned for air. Unable to hold it in, he threw his head back, but as he opened his mouth, Harris swept in and pressed his own over the boy's mouth, gagging him as he stuffed his tongue deep inside the retriever's maw.
Harris shuddered in guilty pleasure as the mouth wrapped around his big tongue. The boy's mouth still felt so soft and wet as his tongue probed deep inside, transferring the built up precum and saliva. He held still, waiting to feel his throat contracting, wanting to ensure the boy would taste and swallow his gift.
Shelby seized up with the new sensation. He knew boys weren't supposed to kiss one another. Even the cocksuckers at his school didn't always want to kiss, and those who did were quickly rejected. The yote's tongue sank into his trembling mouth as the strong arms seized around him, keeping him perfectly in place. His heart pounded faster as he swallowed hard, drinking down the salty, musky fluid.
The two continued kissing, long after the boy's cry had subsided. Animalistic lust began to well up inside him. He wanted to be inside him. Not just be inside him, but he wanted to FUCK. He wanted to pin this boy down in nothing but his little apron, deflower him, and then pump load after load of seed into that hole until it stayed wide and gaping. His cock throbbed scornfully, having been neglected for the past several days on the road. He needed a tight, hot hole, and this boy would have to be the one.
"My truck," he blurted out, logic quickly being overridden. "It's the blue one out back. Meet me there." He moved up to his feet, swaying back and forth as the blood rushed to his head. Shelby stared at him, eyebrow slightly raised.
"What for?" he asked. His voice was merely curious, without a hint of suspicion or fear. The trucker eyed him a bit more, drinking him the rustic charm of the lad. Maybe it was the country upbringing that didn't instill him with fear. Maybe he wanted it just as bad.
"To keep playing these games," he replied, but immediately regretted it. Shelby's lower lip stuck out in a bit of a pout, annoyed by the patronizing tone. This kid obviously knew a thing or two and calling it a game would only undermine his efforts. Harris rubbed the back of his head, but he couldn't come up with a better phrase. It seemed all thoughts were quickly leaving him, and if he didn't leave soon, he knew he'd just carry the naked boy out over his shoulder and fuck him on the greasy table in the diner.
Tugging his pants up, he pivotted and quickly charged out of the bathroom, not even stopping to clean up the puddle of bodily fluids he'd left behind on the floor. He began to walk towards the door when a familiar voice stopped him. "Hey there, cowpoke," the grating voice called. Harris turned around, fur prinkling up. "You weren't planning to skip out on the bill, were you?" the waitress asked, arms folded across her chest. Harris felt his whole body begin to tremble as he moved awkwardly back to his table. He was covered in sweat, but luckily, the waitress didn't seem to ask him about his sudden, sorry state. He glanced down at the bill, sitting beside eggs and coffee that were both stone cold. He dropped ten dollars down on the table and did his best to muster up a calm smile for the waitress. "Keep the change," he said quickly. He had barely taken time to check the price of coffee and eggs, but he couldn't find the mental strength to give a proper tip. Pushing pass the bewildered waitress, he marched straight out the door.
The cold February wind cut through him the moment he stepped out, amplified by the sweat that still matted his hair, but it did nothing to slow his pace. Marching along, he headed towards the shiny blue semi parked at the end of the lot. He wanted to bring into a dead sprint, but he already looked suspicious enough. He climbed inside and moved into the cab, flopping down on the cot. His head was swimming, partly filled with the urge to just drive away and never look back, but also filled with the nagging desire to see what would happen. He checked his watch and sighed. He'd give the boy five minutes. After that, he'd fire her up and never stop here again.
***
Shelby watched as the yote left the bathroom, his body still slightly overwhelmed. Carefully, he slid his underwear back up his hips, followed by his jeans. His hands responded clumsily as the eased the fabric up over his aching dog meat. All the guys who ever sucked him before never did anything like that. He never knew that having a finger inside himself could feel so good. He closed his eyes and counted to fifty, slowly, wanting to make sure his heart would stop pounding away inside his chest. Everything was still surreal and new, as if frames were missing in his head, and he was struggling to keep up. As the count ended, he reopened his eyes and stretched his cramped legs.
Easing himself off the tank of the diner's lone toilet, he carefully stepped back down onto the floor. Purely on instinct, he flushed the empty toilet and washed his hands. His reflection in the cracked mirror seemed dirtier than usual. His fur was messy and covered in sweat, sticking up at odd angles. He eased his way out of the men's room and began to sneak towards the door. The trucker was already no where in sight, but the lone blue truck shimmered in the distance through the window.
"Shelby, there you are!" He nearly fainted when he heard the shout. He looked up sheepishly as his mother walked up to him. "I was getting worried. Did you get sick? You look like you have a fever," she said quietly, gently stroking his hair and touching his cheeks.
"Yeah, sick," Shelby parroted back, mind racing as he tried to find an excuse to leave. "Real sick. I think I need to go home." His mother sighed as she pressed her hand to his forehead.
"You do feel warm," she said skeptically, "but don't think this means you're getting out of your punishment. Do you want me to drive you home?"
"No, Mom!" Shelby replied, trying to keep from looking too excited. "I can make the walk." She sighed and gave the boy a gentle pat on the cheek. She knew he wouldn't have been much help, but she wanted to try anyway. The boy turned and walked out the door, already beginning to run across the parking lot.
"Ma'am, how much are these?" a voice caught her attention. She hurried back to her table, mischievous son already out of her mind.
***
Shelby clambered up the big steps of the rig. He struggled with the handle a few times before just pounding his fist against the passenger door, trying hard to keep from falling. The door swung open, nearly knocking the boy from his perch, but a large hand snagged him by the collar and pulled him inside. The cab was already starting to warm up inside but before he could even take time to explore, he was thrown onto the cot. Harris grabbed at the retriever's pants and stripped them down, repositioning Shelby on his back before yanking the pants entirely off.
"Anyone follow you?" Harris asked breathlessly, stripping himself free of his shirt and pants, cock springing up to full mast. Shelby only shook his head as he moved to strip the rest of his clothes off, throwing both the apron and shirt aside. Harris dove down atop him, running his tongue ravenously over the warm chest. Shelby shivered as air reached the drying saliva, Harris's tongue easing down over his soft belly. Harris chuckled a little as his tongued gently where the shaft met the body but refused to touch his aching cock. Shelby began to whine louder, fingers grabbing at the trucker's hair. This only provoked him further as his tongue swerved around the shaft and moved down over the curve of his thigh and to his tight hole. The tongue pressed in deep as Harris dug his fingers into the boy's rump cheeks, spreading them wide as possible while he pumped his tongue inside, forcing it past all resistance. Shelby moaned louder as he began to writhe around, feeling the slimy tongue fucking in and out of his
hole.
"Mmmph, that feels so good," he whimpered as he stroked his hand up and down his length. His body throbbed and spasmed uncontrollably as Harris let out a low snarl, pressing two fingers against the hole. Shelby squirmed more as his virgin hole spread around the two meaty fingertips but even his body's natural urge to push them out was overridden as Harris drove them in deeper. One curled to press back down on the boy's sensative prostate as the other pushed even further in. Shelby wanted to cry out for him to stop and cry out for more all at once.
Harris was no longer a gentleman, no longer a dusty traveler, stopping in town for bad coffee and to hear the local news. Now, he was only a beast primed to fuck.
He spread his fingers like scissors, spreading the resisting hole wider. Shelby's cries fell on deaf ears as Harris yanked his hand out and nursed on the fingers. He slobbered lewdly, soaking three fingers in saliva before pressing two back in the boy with relative ease. One hand gripped Shelby's hip tightly as the other began to pump in and out of him while the third fingertip began to ease into the hole, gradually spreading him even more. Shelby flailed his hands helplessly, grabbing at Harris's wrist, but the trucker paid no attention, only focused on the sweet hole that spasmed around him.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, almost startled by his own voice. "I'm going to roll you onto your belly and breed you and fill you with my seed. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"I don't know. I mean, yes, I think I want it," Shelby said, his voice quivering as the fingers were pulled from him again. Harris's strong arms wrapped around him and rolled him onto his hands and knees. The yote's body pressed down over him, hot and furry. The head of his massive dick rubbed up and down the crack of the boy's upturned butt, dribbling pre at a steady rate, slicking him up easily. "I'm," he began, trying to find the right words. "I'm not a faggot."
Harris stopped, his breath hot on the back of Shelby's neck. The moment was still, neither moving as those words sank into the near silence of the truck's cab, only the low rumble of the engine keeping them warm.
A dark grin cross the trucker's face as he replied, "You're going to be." One massive hand across Shelby's eyes, blinding him briefly as Harris reached over and grabbed the apron: bright pink and red. He slipped the boy's head through the neck hole and loosely fastened the back strap around him. He slid his hand downward, letting Shelby look down at his own apron clad body. "Such a cute little girly apron," Harris growled, giving another thrust of his hips, threatening to split the boy like a piece of lumber. "Looks good on a faggy boy like you."
"I'm not a faggot!" Shelby shouted again, wriggling in the tight grasp. His cock pulsed as the head of the trucker's massive girth lined up with his hole, beginning to apply steady pressure. "I'm not! None of this makes me a faggot!" he shouted again, beginning to whine as his body began to submit, tail flagged high in the air. A hand wrapped around his mouth, running it's callous-covered pawpads across his downy, soft cheeks. The other arm remained wrapped tightly around his midsection, holding him in place. Before Shelby could ask why his mouth was being covered, his question was brutally answered. The thick, pulsing head of the trucker's cock breached his hole, spreading him even wider than before. The three fingers seemed easy compared to the sheer girth of the meat inside him. Shelby let out a scream only to have it muffled by the hand wrapped tightly around him. Harris growled gently into his ear as he wiggled his hips, working an inch worth of the damp head in and out of the boy's enterence.
"It's all going in you, little fag," he whispered. "If you want me to slick up the rest of it, start licking at my hand." Shelby shuddered as the pain coursed through him, his hole squeezing tight as it could around the head, trying to push it out. "Mmmm, I can feel you resisting, kid. You should just relax and take it like a little queer. Here, I'll help you out." He reached down under the apron and wrapped the whole hand around the boy's little pecker. Shelby squirmed more as the pain mixed with the pleasures of being stroked. He dribbled pre even faster in the palm before Harris pulled his glistening fingertips back up to the boy. "Clean them off. I bet you fucking love the taste of dick."
Shelby remained silent as he nursed on fat fingertips that only minutes ago had been deep inside his hole. It still tasted musky as he nursed on them, trying to coat the entire hand in saliva like he was told, licking up the pre and spitting it back onto the waiting palm. He sniffled again, whining, not from the pain, but from just how much he loved the taste. Every mouthful helped him forget about wide cock filling his hole. Harris chuckled and pulled his hand back, rubbing the mix of the boy's pre and spit around the veiny shaft, giving another small buck of his hips to drive even deeper inside the boy. Shelby thrashed more in Harris's strong grasp, but each move was only met with another thrust from the horny trucker, spreading him even deeper. The head pressed firmly against the second ring inside the boy.
"Relax, faggot," Harris said, rolling his hips to grind the head hard against the hole. "Be good and take it all, or you're getting a spanking." Shelby swallowed hard and closed his eyes, trying as hard as he could relax his body. The rod inside him pulsed and throbbed, causing him to quiver and tense. He bit his lower lip again, cracking the skin, and the huge shafted thrust again, pushing deeper inside him. Harris moaned loudly, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, that feels good. Mmmm." He craned his head down and gripped Shelby's chin with his free hand. Roughly turning his head to the side, he ran his tongue over the bleeding lip, savoring the bitter irony taste of his blood before trusting his tongue into the boy's mouth, sharing the taste with him. His shaft sank even deeper as his tongue dueled with Shelby's, both wrestling for superiority. Harris threw his head back and gave one last hard thrust, his low hanging balls slapping against Shelby's tight sack. "There. Good and deflowered," he uttered breathlessly. Before Shelby could even reply, both hands gripped around his hips, fingers digging hard into his body.
"Ow!" Shelby yelped, whimpering as he felt bruises already beginning to form under the tightly gripping hands, but Harris only drew back and slid his hips forward, eyes glued to the soft golden-furred butt, watching as his cock moved in and out of the boy's tight, fragile body. "Mister, it's really big! Mister!" he began shouting, mind spinning as Harris began to fuck him. The thrusts were slow at first, each time the head dragged along his sensitive insides, evoking whimpers of pleasure from him. Each thrust that followed contained a bit more force, making the moans louder and louder. "Oh, fuck!" Shelby shouted, all pride stripped. He whined louder, like a bitch in heat, as Harris began to pump roughly in and out of his body.
"Little faggot takes a cock like a champ. Don't you? Don't you just love this?" he shouted, falling back down atop the retriever, knocking Shelby down onto his belly with his dick caught between his belly and the soft apron. He shut his eyes tight as Harris's hips worked into a blur, ruthlessly pummeling his hole with thrust after thrust. "I asked you a question, kid. Better answer!" Harris shouted, claws pricking as the skin as he tigthened his grip.
"I like it, Mister!" Shelby shouted, eyes returning to his eyes. It wasn't a lie; he was loving every minute of having that heavy sweaty body pressed down atop him.
"I didn't ask if you liked it. I asked if you loved it, fag!" Harris shouted, wrapping an arm around Shelby's rib cage as the other groped and squeezed his soft ass cheek.
"I love it!" Shelby shouted, sniffling as the tears began to run down his cheeks faster.
"Love what?"
"I love getting fucked!"
"And what are you?"
Shelby took a deep breath, his vision only a swirling blur as Harris used him like a toy, for no other purpose than a sperm bank, a place to blow his load. He took a second deep, quivering breath, the cock inside him twitching, already on the edge as he instinctively tightened, milking around the length. "I'm a little faggot," he said quietly, realizing that there would never be any going back.
"What was that?" Harris asked, cock throbbing hard inside the battered and abused hole. Even with the savage fucking, he remained tight and eager. All attempts to push him out had stopped and now his body welcomed him deep inside each time.
"I'm a little faggot, Mister! I love getting fucked!" Shelby shouted, thrusting his hips back, trying to pull the cock back inside. A big calloused hand swatted down hard against his ass cheek, letting out a resounding crack. Shelby winced as he felt heat tingling under the big paw that grabbed his ass, pinning him back down to the mattress. Harris drew all the way out, watching the spread spasming hole under him as his own cock pulsed and twitched as well, knot swollen and heavy.
"Get up and ride me," he said, leaning back up against the wall. He closed his eyes, fighting off climax, watching as the apron clad boy awkwardly crawled back over to him. He showed no resistance and eagerly moved back up into Harris's lap, pink apron spread out in front of him. "Little sissy faggot," he snarled as the boy aligned himself, tenting sharply in the front of his apron.
"I'm a little sissy faggot," Shelby whispered as he pressed himself down on the fat dick. His body opened up again, feeling complete and whole once more. He began to bounce up and down eagerly, wanting to feel it pulsing and throbbing in him again. Lust had overtaken them both as the pup bounced and rode him, each time sinking down to the edge of the knot before springing back up. Harris shut his eyes tight, fighting back climax.
"You fucking love it, don't you? Love my thick dick in your boy pussy?" he shouted, moving under the apron to stroke across the sweaty, eager boy's fur. Shelby's tongue fell from his muzzle like a puppy, lolling to the side as he rode faster.
"I do! I love it all!" Shelby shouted, moaning louder as the claws raked down his back and over his thighs, leaving long red streaks under the fur. His body seized up as stars sparked in his eyes. He threw his head back and cried out loud and hard. Hot cum shot into the back of the apron, oozing and sticking to the fabric as a large dark spot began to form. He rode harder and faster, cumming more than he ever thought possible. Harris took no time to even taunt the boy. Both hands gripped Shelby's hips as his cock slammed back down to the knot and drew out again. He held the boy suspended in the air and fucked up into him over and over again, assaulting the hole even rougher and faster than
before.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," he shouted, "I'm going to fucking blow my load inside you. I'm going to make you leak hot trucker cum down those soft boy thighs of yours. You want it, don't you?"
"I do!" Shelby shouted as loud as he could. "I want you cum in me!"
"Fuck, FUCK! Mmmmph! Oh, Fuck, yeah! Fuck, I'm cumming!" Harris screamed, slamming back down to the hilt, massive knot popping inside the hole with a forceful thrust. Cum gushed, wave after wave inside the boy. He didn't slow his thrusts, jachammering him with quick short thrusts, letting the cum keep filling him. Shelby moaned more as the thick seed spurted over and over inside him.
Harris yanked out roughly, knot and all, as cum splattered lewdly from the boy's stretched hole. Shelby cried out again as the trucker roughly pulled out of him, but Harris grabbed him by the back of the head and stuffed his still cumming cock back into the boy's mouth. Shelby wriggled around, tasting his own hole around the shaft as the salty cum filled his mouth. He swallowed as fast as he could, but there was no keeping up. Seed ran down the corners of his mouth and over his muzzle. Harris pulled out from his mouth and smeared the last oozing drops across the boy's cheeks and forehead, christening and baptizing him in semen.
Both laid there in bed, panting for breath. Shelby tried hard to close his hole, but after the savage fucking, cum still oozed out of him even when he clenched down as hard as he could. Silently, wordlessly, Harris picked the boy up, still clad in only his apron. He slipped his socks and shoes back over his paws and carried him outside. Harris, still naked, flinched from the cold wind, but he set the boy back down on the ground, turned, climbed back into his truck, and shut the door. Shelby stood in the cold, bewildered, almost naked short of the apron and shoes. The truck rumbled to life as he glanced up at Harris behind the wheel. The trucker smiled back down at him, giving him a little wave before pulling out of the parking lot and turning back on to the highway.
Shelby wrapped the apron around himself tighter as he turned towards the sidewalk, wondering if he'd be able to sneak home before anyone caught him. As he took his first step, he glanced over at another rig, bright yellow and idling at the edge of the lot. He reached behind himself, pushing two fingers into his cumsoaked hole, feeling both slip inside with ease. His cock began to ache again as he stared at the truck. He already felt empty.
He wanted to be filled again.
And he began walking, apron fluttering in the wind.