The Truck Stop
#1 of The Arctic Series
A light sprinkling of white snow crunches underpaw as I approach the truck stop, my breath forming clouds in front of my muzzle. It was mid-winter, but you couldn't tell, as snow constantly falls here, keeping everything covered in a white blanket, and the road crews busy. Most people who were brave enough to venture outside in these conditions were on a mission, and I was no different, although I wasn't heading out to try and fix the car that'd found itself stuck in the snow. As I wait for the traffic to ebb, I watch as the town's only small-vehicle mechanic tries to get it going. Battery must be dead, frozen in the cold. I shiver, and hug my arms to my chest, trying to get a bit more from my jacket. Even an Arctic Fox like myself gets cold after a while. I finally get the chance to cross the road, and I quickly dart across before the next convoy of trucks arrives.
This town thrives on the traffic from being the only road through the mountain pass. All the trucks heading north to the Arctic Circle have to come through here, as do the southbound trucks. As I near my destination, the smell of diesel fuel gets stronger. The most stopped at point is the refuelling station at the truck stop, with nearly every diesel pump busy feeding the tanks on the monstrous eighteen wheelers. Tonight, as I walk across the front of the floodlit area, I notice a rarity - a normal sedan is parked by one of the diesel pumps. "Don't often see that." I murmur to myself. Next to the fuelling station is a large diner, frequented by truckers, all after a large steak, with vegetables and a big jug of beer. Looking through the windows, I see the usually crowded diner scene. The local vixen waitresses scrambling to serve food, while avoiding the groping hands of the more inebriated customers. And, with the amount of time they spend on the road, it's understandable for them to want some... companionship.
And that's where I fit into the picture in this town. My parents hate me for it, my two twin brothers tease me for it, and even some of my friends don't agree with it. Originally, my parents wanted me to go into the trucking business, just like them. But, I couldn't keep up with the work. My lithe form was unable to provide the strength I needed to do most of the work, and being a short 5'6" put me at a disadvantage when it came to visibility, if having white fur wasn't bad enough. However, it was a strange twist of fate that led me to find my place in trucking, and it was all because I was born intersexed. Simply put, I am a male with a vagina. And, after a very close encounter at the trucking depot where my dad had me working, I ended up putting myself 'on the street', so to speak, in order to pay my rent. So, nowadays I spend my time sitting by a CB radio, listening to local chatter for the signal phrase "I'm looking for a friend in Beacon." And, little more than an hour ago, someone made the call. I always meet them at the overnight truck stop, the place where truckers stop for the night so that they can continue driving tomorrow morning. The lot is usually fuller towards the diner end, so I sit opposite that, on a bench placed against the wall of a small toilet block, and wait.
Ten minutes later, a truck arrives. It's a big, white eighteen wheeler, with a full spread of floodlights, fog lights, and navigation lights, and a 40 foot container on the back. The tractor unit is a modern one, with a large chrome grill that reflects the dim light of the lot, and a cabin behind the cockpit, where I can see a form dimly lit behind the steering wheel. It enters the lot and pulls up at this end, in the shadows underneath a floodlight which isn't working. After two trucks arrived in the minutes before now, and those two drivers went to the diner, I'm not expecting to see the driver flash his lights into high beam one... two times. With a smile on my muzzle, and a slight swagger to my movements, I get up and approach the truck, hoping that this guy has the cash to pay.
Inside the truck, it's sweltering hot. In reality, the climate control is keeping the interior at only just over 70 degrees Fahrenheit, but when you're hopping out of 40 degrees, its hot. The trucker greeted me with a somewhat confused smile, and a handshake, and we exchange pleasantries, 'how's things?' and the like. He then asks "So, what's the going rate for a warm bed?" is accent is decidedly American, probably Chicago if I were to guess. I smirk, and reply "Depends what you want, big guy. A quickie? Face fuck? Maybe something else?" I can see the wolf's pants beginning to tent slightly, and it's somewhat flattering to know it's all for me, one way or another. "How about we just start with a little tongue?" he suggests, and I grin. "50 bucks then." He plucks a fifty note out of the side pocket in the door, and hands it over. I pocket it, then move into a position where I'm kneeling on the passenger seat.
He goes to undo his belt, but I bat his paws away. "I'll get that for you." I tell him, and I relieve him of his belt, and slowly unzip his pants. His manhood, now free of its confines, stands proudly at around nine inches, and is probably the biggest cock I've seen on any species other than equines. The trucker grins. He must be proud of the awestruck face I've surely got. I snap out of my little daze, and give the tip a quick kiss. A shudder from the wolf is my reward, as the taste of his pre hits my tongue. I start placing licks and kisses up and down his length, from the tip down to his sheath, and I slip my right paw into his pants to give his balls some attention, and, from the way they twitch along with the rest of him, it's been a while. Grinning, I return to his tip, and slowly take it into my maw, caressing his cock with my tongue at the same time. "Oh, fuck yeah." He moans, and I quickly brush my long, white headfur aside so I can see the way he stares, his eyes starting to gloss over with lust. I start bobbing up and down, sucking and slobbering all over that glorious cock. His breath starts getting more laboured, and press on, his tip touching the back of my throat with a few inches to spare before his ever-growing knot. I keep going, feeling each and every twitch along his length, and massaging his package, trying to coax as much as possible out of them. I start to deep throat him, resisting the urge to gag as his tip is forced into my throat. His slow movements suddenly become more meaningful thrusts, and I take that as a sign that he's close. I remove my paw from his jewels, and give his knot a quick squeeze. "Ah!" he gasps loudly in response. I steady myself, then shove my face down into his crotch, his knot pressing into my front teeth, while I squeeze his knot. His balls draw up, and let loose a massive spurt of cum, which I gladly swallow, along with the next, and the one after that. I keep swallowing, loving the feeling of his warm spunk as it travels down to my stomach as his cock unleashes burst after burst of salty goodness into my throat. Finally, the torrent reduces to a few final drops, which I clean off with a few quick licks along his length. As I sit back and lick my lips, the guy says "Damn, I ain't had a blowjob that good, ever." I smile and reply "Oh, there's more where that came from... if you've got more of those fifties." I say in my sweetest of voices. He looks torn, and I can imagine the mental question: beer or sex?
Finally, after nearly a full minute, he asks "Well, how much would it cost to get those clothes off of you?" I smirk and say "Oh, that's on the house." I'd taken off my jacket earlier, so I get to work on my clothes underneath, turning to face forwards again. First, the tight tube top stretched around my flats chest. I slowly unzip it, and let it fall to the seat, exposing my entire top half, my fur a lovely white, except for my fingers, which are black. Next, my form hugging jeans. I undo the two buttons, one at the front, and the other at the back, over my tail. With a hand on either side, I slide them off, revealing a pair of burgundy-coloured thigh highs, and a pair of matching panties, which reveals my lack of sheath and balls to the wolf for the first time. He sucks in a breath as I watch him, out of the corner of my eye, try not to jack off there and then, his cock returning to full mast immediately. As I pull my jeans off around my digitigrade paws, he gives my rear a glance. I then turn my attention to my panties, hooking a thumb in each side, and pushing them along my legs, bending my body to reach to being them around my foot paws. I leave them next to my jeans, and then start pulling my thigh highs off. He watches with immense interest as I rid myself of the last items, not even trying to hide his erection as I turn to face him on my knees, pussy fully exposed. "Now what, stud?" I inquire.
He shakes the haze from his head and says "I think I'll get some of that." He says, indicating my sopping wet crotch. I place my hand paws on his seat and lean in close, giving him a whiff of my scent. "That'll be 150 bucks. 50 more if you wanna fill me properly." I say seductively. His cock twitches at the last word, and he almost desperately hands the cash over. I smile as I push the money into the pocket of my jacket, hanging from the gear lever, and whisper "In the back." In his ear, before climbing in.
Once we're both in the back, the wolf instructs me "Hands and knees, on the bed." And I quickly get into position. He sheds his clothes, and gets on the bed behind me. With a hand paw on each hip, he starts grinding his length against me, bringing moans and gasps to my lips as his length rubs against my nether lips. Once satisfied, he takes one paw and lines his tapered tip up with my entrance. He pushes in with such a perfectly fluid motion that it takes my breath away, every nerve exploding in pleasure. As his tip reaches my limit, teasing my cervix, he leans forward, and, in a gruff voice, says "I'm going to knot you, foxy." That being said, he pulls back, and I give a little cry as I suddenly feel empty, before he slams home again. He starts roughly pounding me, his thrusts increasing in tempo and power, and our moans and grunts increasing in volume as our sex heats up. Within minutes, he's pounding away at my cunt with no abandon, my juices and his pre mixing as his tip expels copious amounts directly into me, before dribbling out and gushing down my thighs and onto the bed. My whole body feels like it's on fire, from the amount of heat I'm feeling from our coupling. Every time that rod slams home, another slutty moan escapes from me, but I don't care. His forceful thrusts stretch me out, and soon his growing knot is touching against my sex on every thrust. The wolf begins to lose tempo, his thrusts becoming erratic, but more forceful. He suddenly, with no warning, bites down on my neck, and I cum right there, the feeling of his dominance pushing me right over the edge. A few, rough thrusts later, he pushes forwards with all the force he can, his tip straining against my innermost barrier, as his knot stretches my pussy wide. He pulls back, and with an almost feral growl, he pushes forwards again. I meet his thrust, pushing backwards to try and get all of him in me. With a sloppy, lewd sound, his knot pops into me, his tip pushing hard against my cervix, before unleashing the first of many torrents of cum. I orgasm again as his knot engorges, pressing against and stretching my insides to the limit, before riding straight into another orgasm at the feeling of his cum spraying my insides white, whilst clenching my jaw at the slight pain of how stretched I am.
We continue to pant and gasp as his cock continues to fire off into me, the wolf releasing my neck from his fangs, and it's then I realise that he's producing so much cum, it's filled my cunt to the brim, and now my stomach is starting to bulge slightly under the pressure. A few more weak bursts, and the torrent of cum subsides. After a few minutes to regain our breath, the wolf is the first to speak. "We're going to be tied for a while, but that was the best sex I've had in years." I smile over my shoulder and give his cock a squeeze with my pussy. "You were pretty good, yourself, stud."
After making polite small talk for nearly half an hour, we try to separate. "How long do you usually take?" I ask with a groan as his still half engorged knot tugs my insides in a strangely pleasurable way. "Nearly an hour." He says. With a grunt and a strong tug, his knot finally pops free, unleashing a small torrent of cum that soaks my thighs. "Well, it's been fun." He says, somewhat discretely ending the session. "I hope to see you again." I say, climbing back into the front. I quickly pull my clothes back on, and open the door. "You know how to find me." I say, peering into the cabin, the wolf sitting there, his quickly softening cock still visible in all its glory. He gives me a little salute, and I nod. Jumping down from the cab, I start walking home. "Another good night." I day to myself, one hand paw wandering up, under my jacket, to give my warm, full belly a rub. A smile crosses my muzzle as I disappear into the darkness of night...
--Authors note--
This was written in a single evening, so if you notice any mistakes or possible improvements, please speak up.
Oh, and if you want to find out what happened during our little foxes 'close encounter' back when he was a trucker, then leave a comment below.
Thanks for reading! -Sky