Teddy Meets BigDaddyBuck
It happened at a rest stop off I-40 near Keystone. I had just finished gassing up when my cell phone started buzzing. I fished it out of my pocket and unlocked it. The buzzing was coming from a hook-up app, letting me know that there was someone compatible nearby. Hrmm... "BigDaddyBuck". That sounded promising. He was into all the right kinks. His profile picture showed only a set of well-sculpted abs, covered mostly in brown fur but with distinctive streak of white.
I looked up, my eyes scanning the parking area for him. I spotted him pretty quickly - a draft horse, middle-aged, fit, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, standing near his rig while fishing out his phone. He looked like he would be perfectly at home living in a cabin in the woods, chopping down trees and wrestling bears. And god, he was huge.
He looked up from his phone, spotted me, and gave me *the look*. I nodded back at him without even realizing it. He tilted his head toward the nearby restroom, and started walking. I followed behind, trying to keep my tail from swishing too eagerly. He walked in without waiting for me or even looking back. A second later, I slipped inside.
It was a tiny single room bathroom, clean (thank god!), dimly lit, with a sliding door latch. I slid the latch into place and turned to face him.
He was leaning against the far wall, eyeing me up and down while his hands lewdly rubbed a sizable bulge in his jeans. The scent of his arousal hit me like a wave, as my sensitive vulpine nose picked up the distinct scent of precum.
"Uh, hi...", I stammered. "I'm Ted. I... saw your profile." Real suave. I didn't have a whole lot of experience with these random hook-ups.
"Heya Teddy. I'm Bucephalus - call me Buck. Listen, I don't gotta lot of time for bullshitting. I gotta make my oh-three up in Nickle City by midnight." He took a step towards me, unzipping himself with one hand while motioning me closer with the other. I dropped to my knees, feeling a renewed surge of gratitude that the room was clean.
My trucker friend hefted out his cock. Like everything else about him, it was gargantuan. I took his shaft into both paws and started playing with it like a lost toy. I could feel the throbbing of his heartbeat in the quickly-hardening shaft. I leaned in and gave him a long, rough lick. His cock jumped and throbbed, painting a spurt of precum across my muzzle. I licked it off, tasting his tangy flavor.
"Mmmm, very nice", he cooed. "I haven't gotten off in weeks and this fat fucker", he squeezed his cock for emphasis, "has been leaking all day."
I gave him another good lick, and this time the spurt of pre went squarely into my mouth. I swallowed, and then wrapped my lips around his glans and swirled my tongue around the tip, all while jerking him up and down. He grunted, his shaft twitching and throbbing, and the pre started pooling in my mouth. I reached a paw into his open fly and fished out his balls. They were magnificent - round, mostly smooth but covered with fine tawny fur, and very heavy. I had no doubt that a lot of baby colts had started life in there.
I felt his large paw come to rest on the back of my head. He wasn't pulling me down - just resting it there, subtlely encouraging me, rubbing my sensitive ears gently. Meanwhile, I had slipped a paw down and unbuckled my pants. I pushed the boxers out of the way, and began earnestly jacking my rock hard shaft.
I continued sucking him, trying to swallow as much of his shaft as I could. But I had to stop as soon as I felt him bumping up against the back of my throat. There was no way that monster was going to fit. So I pulled back, gulped down all the pre, took a deep breath, and swallowed his shaft again.
His breathing was getting ragged, and his meat was twitching and throbbing constantly. He was getting close - it wouldn't be much longer until he'd moan and feed me a massive load of equine baby batter.
But apparently he had other plans. I felt Buck's paw on my head tighten ever so slightly, and he shifted his hips, slowly pulling the shaft out of my muzzle. I shot him a quizzicle look.
"Stand up." His tone did not invite argument.
I stood up, my pants flopping to my ankles, still wondering what was going on.
He pushed up against me and wrapped a paw around my cock, jerking me with long strokes. An electric surge ran through my cock, and I let out an involuntary moan. "That felt so good but I didn't want to cum yet. Not in that hole." His intentions became obvious as his other paw brushed my tail out of the way and his thick fingers started rubbing around the rim of my tailhole.
Oh shit.
"Buck... I, uh, don't know about this. Uh, I haven't really, umm, really had anything quite so big... In there, I mean."
He didn't even wait for me to finish before slipping around behind me. "Shuush. You did a great job of slicking me up. You'll be fine."
I felt his horse cock brush against my tail and cheeks. I awkwardly tried to shuffle forward, but the pants around my ankles, and his paw - which was still jerking me - stopped me cold. His other paw left my tailhole momentarily, apparently to line up his cock. A second later, I felt a wet, girthy poke at my tailhole.
Getting a little desperate, I searched for an excuse to keep him from impaling me with that dong. "Do you have any protection?"
"Nope - even if I wanted to, there aren't any that fit. They don't make'em with draft horses in mind. That's why I gotta whole mess of colts back home. But don't worry, Teddy, I ain't gonna knock you up."
And with that, he ended the discussion by pushing forward a little, sinking in about an inch. I muffled a scream as my hole stretched far beyond any previous experience. He pulled back a little, and then sank in even farther, and the burning sensation got even worse. I tried scrabbling forward, but he held me in an iron grip. "Whoa there, hold on. Just relax, buddy. Everyone has trouble at first." he stage-whispered into my ear while slipping the rest of his glans inside me.
My whole body shuddered and I could feel my eyes welling up with tears.
Then I felt his paw wrap around my shaft again. Without even realizing it, I was rock hard. He began to jerk me again. A surge of pleasure wracked my body, and I let out an involuntary moan. The pain was starting to subside as I stretched to accomdate him.
He thrust again, harder this time, ramming his tip right into my prostate, causing me to shudder. And then he did it again, and again. I let out another moan, louder this time.
He slowed down for a moment. "You like that, huh?"
"Don't... *gasp*.... stop."
His paw left my cock, and took firm hold of my hips, quickly matched by his other paw on my other hip. He thrust again this time, harder and faster than before.
By now, he had almost half his shaft inside me. His cock was hitting all my sweet spots - not an especially difficult job with a cock that huge. Between the battering against my prostate and his wonderful paw on my shaft, I could feel my own orgasm building. He must have sensed this. He reached his other paw around and squeezed my knot hard, mimicking a tie. This was too much for me. I arched my back and howled. Jet after jet of cum shot out of my shaft, squelching between his fingers, and then dripping to the floor. With every squirt, I squeezed down on him, making him groan.
His thrusting got erratic and I swear his cock got even thicker. The sweat was dripping off his brow, and his breathing was coming fast and ragged. Once again, he was getting close to coming.
"Don't cum in me. Pull out before you cum.", I whined.
"Hell... no...", he gasped, in between grunts. Once again, his tone did not invite argument. He'd called my bluff. There's was no way I'd tell him to stop.
One, two, three more thrusts and he let out a huge grunt, jamming it in with all his force. He buried it so deep it felt like the tip must be somewhere in the back of my throat. He rabbit fucked me with short thrusts, gasping and spurting into me. I could feel his shaft throbbing, and a warm pressure spreading deep inside me. He took his time, sawing into me slowly, drawing out his orgasm and milking out every last drop.
After a couple minutes of panting and awkward small talk, with a sigh, he slowly slid his cock out of me. Though he was careful about it, it felt like he was yanking half my guts with it. He finished pulling out, and with a last twitch of his cock, he painted my balls and taint with his cum. His shaft was a spoogy mess, so he nonchalantly wiped it across my ass a few times, depositing several cummy ropes across my cheeks.
I slumped over over the toilet, catching my breath and squeezing my tailhole shut, trying not to let any of his spooge drip out.
He quickly tucked his shaft back into his jeans, and zipped up. "Phew, thanks buddy. You got no idea how badly I needed that." He flashed me a satisfied grin and patted be on the hip reassuringly. "I hate to fuck and run, but like I said, I'm on a schedule. If you're ever in the mood for round two, give me a call," he said as he slipped a card into my shirt pocket. "See 'ya round." And with that, he unlocked the door and slipped out.
I laid there, slumped over, panting. His cum slowly drooled out of me, down my thigh, and onto the floor to mix with my load. It took a good 20 minutes before I'd recovered enough to stand up. I immediately regretted it, wincing at the sharp pain in my tailhole. I cleaned myself up with some toilet paper as best I could, but nothing short of a shower was going to get that dried cum out of my fur. And of course, I reeked of sex. Any canid within five miles could smell me coming.
I made my way back to the car- walking bow-legged, of course - and sat down, wincing again as the pain surged through my abused ass. By the time I got home, his leaking load had ruined my boxers and pants. In fact, this all happened two days ago, and I'm still leaking a little.
So here I am, sitting in my kitchen. I'm holding his card in one paw and a phone in the other, trying to make up my mind.