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The engine grumbled as the big rig rolled onto the freeway off ramp. It was still a long way to Cheyenne, but Gus was making good time. He could afford a quick stop. And more importantly, he needed coffee.

He'd driven this stretch of I-80 more times than he could count. The particular truck stop he had in mind was one of the quieter ones, at least around this time of day. It'd be a good spot to rest for a bit and recharge. He guided his truck into the gravelly lot and killed the engine.

Silence. Gus adored his job, but the drone of the engine could wear on his sanity. It was good to just enjoy these few minutes of peace. But he knew he couldn't wait long. With a groan, the rotund brown bear opened the door and climbed down from the cab.

Inside the place was dingy. The wallpaper was starting to peel in several places, and most of the stools had holes with stuffing poking out. What may have at one time been a gleaming metal rim on the counter was showing rust in a few places. The pictures on the wall were yellowed with age, the glass dull with age. Despite the outward appearance, it was clean and functional. That was all the bear cared about. He ambled toward the bathrooms. Might as well take a leak while he was here.

The dull thud of his footpaws echoed around the empty bathroom. His paws ran on autopilot. Down went his fly. Thick fingers fished out his sheath, rolling it back just enough to reveal his tip. He let out a sigh as he released a stream of hot piss against the back of the urinal. He felt the tension draining from his body as his bladder emptied. His stream slackened and gave way to a few dribbles. A couple flicks of the wrist to send the last few drops flying, and his fingers tucked his sheath away again. He pulled his zipper back up, then trundled out of the bathroom.

Gus didn't recognize the waitress behind the counter. Must be another new girl. At some stops he'd see the same furs over and over, but this one always seemed to have new faces. This one looked haggard, a tired raccoon, probably in her mid-fifties, though she could have gone twenty years in either direction. She watched him indifferently as he approached the counter.

"Large coffee, black, to go," the bear rumbled.

The waitress snorted, then grabbed a paper to go cup and filled it from a pot behind the counter. Her paws moved automatically to put a lid on, and she offered it to the bear. He took it, then reached into his pocket to fish out some money. He dropped three crumpled dollar bills on the counter.

"Gee, thanks," she deadpanned.

Gus ignored her. He had what he needed. He made his way out the door, back into the warm Iowa summer.

As he approached his truck, a teenager appeared from behind the cab. He was some sort of dog, possibly a mutt, with jet black fur. He wore ripped jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Had a black knapsack slung over his shoulder. Couldn't have been more than fifteen. The boy looked right at him as he approached.

"Where ya headin'?" the kid asked.

Gus huffed. Oh boy, another one of these. "Whatsit to ya?"

The boy was nonplussed. "I'm trying to make it to Sacramento. Going my way?"

"Sacramento, huh?" Gus said. He sniffed, a bit of mucous catching in his nose. "I ain't a taxi service."

"Gas, grass, or ass, right?" the kid replied. "I can't do grass, but I can do gas," he said. "Or ass," he added after a pregnant pause.

This wasn't the kid's first rodeo. He knew he shouldn't, but hey, he was an independent contractor, so what the hell did it matter? And the kid DID offer. "I can take ya as far as Cheyenne, but cher on yer own from ther."

The kid's eyes lit up. "Awesome!" He ran around to the other side of the truck.

Gus shook his head and opened the driver's side door, then climbed back into his truck. He reached over and opened the other door. The kid started climbing in.

"Aintcha gonna ask which form of payment I want?" Gus asked.

"Does it matter?" the kid replied. He sat down in the passenger seat, and pulled the door shut. "Like I said, I can do gas or ass." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some folded up bills. He spread them out. A couple twenties, a few fives, some singles. Probably about a hundred there. As quick as he pulled it out, the money was gone, stuffed back into his pocket. "Or, you know..." He reached over and groped the bear through his jeans. "Whatever you want."

Forward. Definitely not the kid's first rodeo. "Well, I don't stick my dick in just anyone," Gus said. "Plan on gas for now. We'll see if I'll take that ass later."

"Cool," the kid said. He pulled his pack off and tossed it down at his feet.

Gus rolled his eyes and started up the engine. It roared to life. He took a sip of his coffee, then put it in the makeshift cup holder he'd crafted for between the seats, and guided his rig back toward I-80.

The bear noted some movement in the corner of his eye. He didn't think much of it until he was safely cruising on the freeway. A quick glance showed that the kid had pulled out a smart phone and a pair of ear buds, and had already plugged himself.

"Not even gonna talk to me?" Gus said.

The canine pulled one of his ear buds out and side-eyed the bear. "Since when do truckers wanna talk?"

Gus snorted. "Could at least tell me yer name," he said. He kept his eyes firmly locked on the freeway. Miles of open road stretched before him. It honestly didn't matter to him if the kid told him anything. And clearly he was good for some gas money, if nothing else.

"Ethan," the kid replied.

One of the bear's ears twitched. That was easier than he thought. "Ethan, huh?" He offered his right paw to the boy. "Gus."

The canine took it and briefly shook it. He had a surprisingly strong grip for such a wiry little thing. Ethan held on for a few moments, then released the bear's paw. He leisurely returned it to the wheel.

"That it?" the kid asked.

The bear shrugged. "Long hours on the road don't exactly make you good at conversatin'," he said.

"Pffft. You can say that again," Ethan replied.

Gus growled. He watched the boy's ears lower out of the corner of his eye.

"Sorry," the kid muttered.

Gus grunted. "So what's your story, kid? Sacramento's pretty far afield."

The canine hugged himself and leaned against the door. "None of your business."

"Fine, don't tell me nuthin'," Gus said. "S'a long way to Cheyenne." He reached a paw to the dash and turned on the radio.

The boy heaved a sigh, the long-suffering lament of the "misunderstood" teen. "If you MUST know, I'm going to Sacramento to live with my boyfriend."

"Uh huh," Gus said. The classic story of the farm-raised queer kid escaping to the coast. He'd heard it a hundred times before. "Where'd you meet him?"

"Internet," Ethan replied. "We play World of Warcraft together."

Of course. That's where the kids meet these days. Online. Gus didn't understand the appeal, but he didn't need to. "How long've ya known him?"

"Couple years," Ethan said. "He said he wanted to come out and get me, but he couldn't get the time off from his job to make the drive half way across the country. So I'm going to him."

Inwardly, Gus chuckled. Here was this kid, a particularly feminine boy, no less, from the sound of his voice, trying to make his way across the country for some queer he'd never met. "And he knows yer comin'?"

The canine was quiet. Gus glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Well, no," Ethan muttered. "But he'll be happy to see me, I know."

Gus snorted. "If'n ya say so," he said. "At least got an address? Know where yer goin'?"

The canine turned to stare out the window. "No. But I have his cell number. I can call him when I get there. He'll pick me up."

Poor kid. Here he was, journeying half way across the country to a man who didn't even know he was coming. "Whuddaya think he'd say if'n he knew you were fuckin' yer way across the country to see 'im?"

"He doesn't need to know how I got there," Ethan said. "I can tell him I got a bus ticket or something, I don't fuckin' know."

Gus shook his head. "Jus' watch yerself," Gus said.

"I can handle myself, thank you very much," the canine spat.

Silence fell between the two. The rumble of the engine flooded in, with an undertone of guitars and percussion from the radio. That kid was something else, for damn sure.

"Not that it matters, 'cause you're here, but how old're ya, boy?" Gus asked.

"Old enough to know better," Ethan deadpanned.

That earned a chuckle from the chubby bear. The kid had spirit, he'd give him that much. "Boy old enough to know better wouldn't be hitchin' rides in big trucks with strange males," Gus said.

"You said yourself it doesn't matter," the boy shot back. He huffed and crossed his arms, lowering his head. "Eighteen."

"No fuckin' shit," Gus replied. "Small fer your age. Woulda guessed younger."

The canine bristled, his fur fluffing up. "Thanks," he growled.

"Time'll come when furs underguessin' yer age'll sound like a compliment," Gus said. "Enjoy bein' young while yer young."

"Yeah, whatever," Ethan said.

Teenagers. Shit like this made Gus happy that he didn't have any kids of his own. Didn't even have a partner. He had his truck and the open road. That was enough family for him, or so he told himself.

"You, uh, you don't happen to have a phone charger, do you?" Ethan asked.

Gus chuckled mirthlessly. "Boy, I use a flip phone. Ain't no way my charger's working in your fancy lil' thing there."

"Fuck," Ethan muttered. He perked his ears, then pulled his earbuds out. "So what do you do for fun? You can't just be driving all the time, right?"

The bear shrugged. "I drive most of my days. Got a sleeper in the cab. If'n I'm bored before I zonk, I jerk it. Got a few porno mags back there."

"They still make those?" Ethan asked.

Gus snorted. "Cute."

"I try," Ethan replied. He fluttered his eyelids at the bear, then cleared his throat and turned to look out the window.

Something seemed fishy about that boy. What, Gus couldn't put his finger on, but his gut told him there was more to this dog than he was letting on. He shrugged, his eyes focused on the road before him.

What did it matter? If the dog wanted to be mysterious, let him.

The sun sank low over the Nebraska corn fields. Most of the drive had been pretty quiet, save for the radio, though Gus did pick up the boy humming along to a few songs here and there. He groaned along with his truck as he pulled off the interstate and guided his big rig into a truck stop.

Ethan perked up some. His stomach growled. "We stoppin' for food?" he asked.

"Can certainly grab some if you want," Gus replied. "Figure I'll stop here fer the night." He turned off his truck, and the cab went silent. He sighed softly. While he loved the drone of the engine, it could get wearying sometimes. He closed his eyes and basked in the silence.

A rush of warm air greeted his right side. He heard the familiar metallic creak of the door, the click as it shut. That boy was off like a rocket. He opened his eyes and glanced at the passenger seat. He'd left his bag in the cab. Guess that meant he planned to come back.

The bear's stomach rumbled, and he yanked his keys from the ignition. Might as well go in and grab a bite before turning in to sleep. He climbed out of his truck and made for the diner.

This particular stop was one of the nicer ones he'd been in. Spotless counters, newish looking stools, booths in good repair. It was a little quieter than Gus was expecting, but that suited him just fine. He spied the black dog emerging from the bathrooms. From the angle, it almost looked like the women's room door was the one closing. But that couldn't be right. He put that thought aside and took a seat at the counter.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gus watched the black dog walk up and plop down on the stool next to him.

"Don't suppose there's somewhere I can charge my phone around here, is there?" Ethan asked.

The bear shrugged. "Can't honestly say I've ever tried." He held up a paw in greeting as the waitress approached. "Got anywhere my boy here ca'n charge his phone?"

The waitress, a chubby squirrel, looked from the bear to the dog, then back to Gus. "YOUR boy?" she asked. She raised an eyebrow.

Gus snorted. "My girlfriend's kid," he replied. "Anywhere he can charge his phone?"

"Hey, I'm no kid! I'm eighteen!" Ethan protested.

"I know, boy," Gus rumbled.

The squirrel pointed toward the booths. "Every booth's got one," she said. "You want anythin'?"

"Coke and a chicken sandwich with all th' fixin's," Gus said.

The waitress pulled out a pad of paper and scribbled something down."And for you?"

"I'll have the same," Ethan said. He watched as the waitress walked away, then leaned in toward Gus. "What the heck was that, huh?" he whispered.

Gus shrugged. "Figure it'll keep questions to a minimum. Especially since ya look like a young'n."

Ethan perked his ears and crossed his arms. "Well, excuse me." He slipped out of his stool and walked off around the counter to pick out a booth, his fur fluffed out. Guess he'd gotten under the boy's fur just a little.

"Can we get those brought over to us?" Gus asked.

"I'll bring it out to y'all," she called. She disappeared through a door behind the counter.

The bear pushed himself up and followed the canine to his selected table. He'd already gotten his phone plugged in and had buried himself in the device.

Gus shook his head and took a seat across from him. He turned his attention to the window and looked out. From their vantage point, he could see the freeway illuminated by headlights and taillights, curling like a snake around the gentle rises and falls of the plains. His heart yearned to be back out there with them, though his back and legs were screaming for a rest. He sighed and sat back, closing his eyes for a moment.

Two soft clinks of plastic reached the bear's ears. "Cokes're up," the waitress said.

The bear grabbed one of the cups without looking. He felt the canine's paw close over his, and opened his eyes. His dark brown ones met the canine's deep greens.

Ethan pulled his paw back and grabbed the other cup. "S-sorry."

Gus chuckled. "What, don'tcher wanna hold papa bear's paw?" he teased.

"Stuff it," Ethan said as he took a sip of his drink.

"Maybe when were back in the truck," Gus rumbled.

A blush snuck its way out from beneath the canine's ebony fur. The trucker grinned. The canine might be quiet, but he was damned cute.

Silence fell between the two again. Ethan buried himself back in his phone. Gus shook his head and pulled out his own phone, and sent off a couple text messages to friends. He lost himself in his thoughts until their food arrived. The canine didn't say another word to him until the waitress brought the bill.

"So what's my share?"

Gus shook his head and pulled out his wallet. "My treat."

The canine raised an eyebrow. "You're joking, right? I'm good for it."

"I insist," Gus said as he counted out bills.

Ethan's eyes narrowed. "It's not gonna get you into my pants," he hissed.

"Don't expect it to," Gus replied. "If'n ya think that's all I'm after, ya got me all wrong. I ain't gonna say 'no,' but I ain't doing anything with you unless yer ready to say 'yes.'"

The two furs crossed the parking lot in silence. Gus wondered what the boy was thinking. He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the driver's door, then climbed in. He lumbered past the driver's seat and through the curtain into the sleeper cab in back.

As he seated himself on the bed, he heard the truck door slam shut. The rotund bear pulled his shirt off unceremoniously and tossed it on the floor. "You comin'?" he called.

Silence. Had the kid decided to bolt? His answer came as the black canine slipped through the curtain. "C-course I am," Ethan said. His voice shook, betraying his nerves.

Gus chuckled, his gut rolling with his laughter. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then pulled them down, leaving him in just his boxers. "Alright, boy. You said ass was on th' table?"

The canine grinned and dropped to his knees in front of the bear."Figured this is what you'd be after," he said. His paw reached for the bear's groin. A large brown paw caught his wrist.

"Hold up," Gus said. "You're eager, and I like that, but I got a few rules."

The canine's ears perked. His fur stood up. He looked up at the bear. Clearly, he was trying to look calm and casual, but the firm grip the bear held on his wrist seemed to be giving him second thoughts. His confidence was draining by the second.

"Y-yeah? What sorta rules?" Ethan whispered.

Gus released the boy's wrist. "First rule... gotta use a rubber... I got plenty in back."

"Fair," Ethan replied. "What else?"

"Second," Gus said. "I don't just take. So iff'n you're playing with me, I'm gonna recipercate. Fair?"

That got the canine ruffled. "Y-you what?" Ethan asked.

"You heard me, boy," Gus said. "Know what recipercation means?" The canine shook his head. "Means, if you do somethin' fer me, I'm gonna do somethin' fer you. You suck my dick, I suck yours."

The boy recoiled. "W-what if I don't want my dick sucked?" Ethan asked.

The bear raised an eyebrow. "Now what kinda gay boy doesn't like getting his dick wet, hm?"

Ethan hugged himself, looking away from the bear. Maybe it was the low light, but he looked amazingly feminine in that moment.

"Concerned about your size?" Gus asked.

"S-something like that," Ethan muttered.

Gus chuckled. "Boy, y'ain't got nothin' to worry about." He stood up and tugged his underwear down. "I got maybe four inches hard." He sat back down, and brought one leg up onto the bed, displaying his half-mast member and prominent sack to the boy. "Why don't you undress and show me whatcha got?"

Ethan shook his head. He started trembling. Something was up with this boy.

The bear shook his head. "Alright. We don't have do anything ya don't wanna do. But you've got a nice bod. I'm sure yer just as good looking under your clothes."

The canine stood bolt upright. "You wanna see my body, huh?"

That took the bear aback. He eased a little away from the canine. A fire had ignited in his eyes. "Boy, calm yourself. Ya don't gotta do nothing you don't wanna do."

"I'll show you my body," Ethan said. "But you gotta keep calling me a boy, okay?"

Gus raised an eyebrow. "Now why wouldn't I? You ARE a boy, aintcher?"

The black canine responded by pulling off his oversize shirt. Underneath was some sort of black garment. It hugged tight around the upper part of his torso. The bear watched as the boy pulled it up and off. A pair of B cup breasts fell out. Ethan dropped the garment to the ground, and fumbled with his zipper and button on his jeans. As soon as he got it free, he pulled it down, along with his own boxers. Where Gus had expected to see a penis was only smooth flesh. The boy balled his paws into fists and glared at the bear.

Gus looked him up and down. Not exactly the kind of male body he had been expecting. He sniffed, then met the canine's eyes. "Like I said, boy... got yourself a better body than me."

That seemed to deflate the canine. His fists unballed. His tail and shoulders drooped. He nervously rubbed his right arm. "Umm... th-thanks, I guess," he mumbled.

"Yer playing a dangerous game, y'know," Gus said.

The canine's ears perked again. His guard returned. "W-whaddaya mean?"

Gus snorted again. "Well, firstly, iffin' you were offerin' yer ass, don't you think a male's gonna look at what's between your legs?"

"The others I hitched rides with were fine with head and me staying dressed," Ethan said defensively. His voice cracked at the end.

The bear chuckled. "Still, not all of 'em 're gonna be happy with that. And ain't a lotter guys who're gonna get what a trans dude is."

"Yeah, I guess," Ethan said. He froze up, then stared at the bear. "Wait... you do?"

"Mmhmm." Gus set his other leg back on the floor, then pat the bed next to him. "Sit down, boy."

The canine sat down, his head tilted. One ear flopped over his head.

"Ex o' mine," Gus said. "Always think of 'im as my girlfriend. He still presented female when we got together. 'Bout six months in, he told me. I tried to be serpportive, but..." Gus shook his head. "He started on T, decided he didn't like having his puss played with, and... well, the sex fell apart. So did our relationship, few months later..."

"Oh," Ethan said. "I'm sorry."

Gus shrugged. "Ancient hist'ry. I tried dating a few other guys, and a few girls. Nothing worked out. So now I make my living on the road." He leaned back on his paws. "But I get if'n ya don't want me touching your bits."

Silence blanketed the two. It didn't particularly bother Gus one way or the other. He hadn't expected to actually get any action with the canine. Would've been nice, maybe, but not expected.

"What if I like being a dude with a vag?" Ethan asked.

A grin spread across the bear's muzzle. "Then good on you, boy. S'always a good thing if'n you're comf'terble in your skin."

The dog's left paw grabbed onto Gus's right. He squeezed it, again with that grip that defied his small frame. "I haven't had my pussy licked in... too long."

Gus snorted a chuckle. "Tell you what... how about we show each other what our muzzles can do. Sound fair?"

Ethan let out a little giggle, himself. "You're on... but don't we need protection for me?"

The bear grinned and slipped off the edge of the bed. "You let me worry about that, boy."

He opened up a cabinet and pulled out two condoms. One he threw down on the bed next to Ethan. The other he opened.

"Hard to put a male condom on a pussy," Ethan said.

"If ya use it the tr'ditional way, yup," Gus said. He reached for his pants and pulled a utility knife out of his pocket. "But if'n you're creative..."

He unrolled the latex between his fingers, then popped open the knife and stuck it in. A couple flicks of his wrist made a clean slit along the prophylactic. He beamed up at the boy and spread it out.

"Instant dental dam," Gus said.

"Impressive," Ethan replied. He chuckled and blushed a little, then spread his legs. "Guess that solves the protection issue, huh?"

"Works in a pinch," Gus said. He spread the makeshift dental dam over Ethan's vulva, his paws holding it against the dog's sex, then leaned in and pressed his lips against it. A few licks and nuzzles quickly followed, earning an appreciative moan from the black canine.

Ethan's tail beat against the bed as Gus's tongue worked his clit, only the thin latex separating their flesh. He leaned back, one leg slipping up to rest on the bear's shoulder. His right paw grabbed onto the bear's head, his fingers intertwining with the ursine's headfur. A few tugs on his head told the bear he was on the right track.

"Mmmm... that's it boy," Gus rumbled. "Like it when I'm playin' with your puss?" He gave a few extra flicks of his tongue against the canine's clitoral hood for good measure.

"Oh gods, yes," Ethan groaned. He leaned back, his shoulders coming to rest on the back wall of the sleeper cab. He pressed his groin forward, practically grinding himself against Gus's muzzle.

A smile spread across the bear's muzzle as his tongue deftly worked up and down over the other male's clit. His own malehood throbbed between his legs. The canine's appreciative yips and moans were certainly helping the bear along, too. It had been too long since he'd had an intimate encounter with, well, anyone really. He'd hoped he wasn't out of practice. If he was, Ethan certainly didn't seem to mind.

It wasn't long before Gus started to feel a burn in his tongue. Yup, he was way out of practice. But that didn't mean he'd have to take a break. He eased his muzzle back, replacing his tongue with his left thumb.

"Not getting tired already, are you?" Ethan teased.

The bear grinned. "Good oral's as much about what you can do with your fingers as with your mouth, boy," he said. "Lemme show yer..."

Without warning, he shoved his right index and middle fingers into Ethan's pussy. The moisture that greeted his digits told him he at least did well enough to turn the dog on.

Ethan groaned, his back arching. "Oooooooh goooooods..." Both paws flew back, the canine grabbing pawfuls of bedsheet. His tail flew widely side to side, fanning the bear as his fingers worked between the male's legs.

"Now, let's get back to it," Gus said. He leaned back in and pressed his nose into Ethan's groin, holding the latex barrier against the top of his vulva as his tongue, a little rested, set back to work. His free paw helped hold the prophylactic in place as he worked the canine's sex with his tongue and fingers.

The canine's legs hooked around Gus's head, pulling him in and holding him in place. Gust didn't mind. Quite the contrary, in fact. There was something magical about having a partner so enthralled that they pull you in, holding you close so they can get their jollies from you. A grin spread across the bear's muzzle as precum oozed from his shaft, making a little puddle on the floor of the cab beneath him.

"I'm gonna... gah!"

Two surprisingly strong paws grabbed hold of Gus's head. The canine's body thrashed in the bed as he climaxed, his legs seemingly trying to crush the bear's head between them. Several long seconds passed as the dog writhed in silent orgasm, until he released the bear and gasped for breath.

Gus sat back and gasped himself, taking in some sweet fresh air as he admired the naked male in front of him. "Reckon I still know how ter make a fur squirm."

"Oh fuck... I-I'd say so," Ethan panted. He spread his arms out and looked down at the bear. "Fuck... your ex doesn't know what he's missing."

The bear smiled and shook his head, then pulled himself into the bed next to the canine. He groaned as his back and legs creaked. "Oh, I think he right knows what he gave up on." Gus shook his head and put an arm around the younger male.

Ethan snuggled into the bear, resting his head on the older male's chest. "Well... Guess I owe you something in return, hm?"

"Only if'n ya want to, boy," Gus said.

The black canine's ears flicked. His tail started wagging, thwapping against the back of the sleeper cab. "You're on."

He pushed himself up and grabbed the second condom Gus had gotten out. His fingers shook as he opened the package. Once free of the foil, he stared dumbly at the rubber.

Gus smirked. "Need a lil help thar, boy?"

"Pfft. I got this," Ethan replied. He gingerly brought the rubber to Gus's cock, his paws trembling as he rolled it down the bear's shaft.

A soft groan escaped the bear's muzzle as the ebon canine took hold of his penis. "Remember, boy... you can say 'no' anytime."

Ethan's fur fluffed up, and the canine looked up at Gus defiantly. "I've come this far," he said. His body stilled itself as he lowered his muzzle between the bear's legs, the canine taking Gus's cock into his mouth without a shred of hesitation.

Getting the bear's cock into his muzzle seemed to flip a switch in the canine. Gone was the shyness that he'd exhibited earlier. His paw and muzzle worked in tandem, working up and down over his shaft. Gus's hips worked of their own accord, pumping into the canine's muzzle. He arched his back and groaned lewdly, sweat beading up over his body.

"D-damn, boy," Gus muttered. "You got a knack fer suckin' cock..."

The canine moaned around the bear's shaft. Whether it was for Gus's sake or a genuine moan of pleasure, only the canine could know. Gus grabbed hold of Ethan's ears, giving them a few gentle tugs as his head bobbed up and down in his lap.

"Ffffff... that's good," Gus moaned.

Metallic thapping sounds announced the wags of the canine's tail. Between moans, Gus smirked. Canines could always be relied upon to turn into happy little puppies when told they're good boys. It was damn near universal, but never got old.

The sleeper cab filled with the sounds of pants, slurps, and moans. Warm, tingly heat rose to a crescendo in the bear's loins as the canine guided him closer and closer to orgasm. He was nearing his peak when Ethan pulled off.

"Gah... fuck," the canine muttered. He sat back and nursed his muzzle, his tail tucking between his legs.

Gus sat up and looked down at his passenger. "Y'all right there, boy?"

Ethan groaned piteously and rubbed his neck and lower jaw. "Cramp," he muttered.

The bear laughed and ruffled Ethan's headfur. "Happens to the best of us, kid. No shame if'n ya need a lil break."

To the bear's surprise, the canine glared up at him. "Fuck that, I promised you a blowjob, and I'm - argh." He broke off and sat back, nursing his jaw again.

Gus shook his head and laid down on the bed. "Boy, getcher ass up here. Take a break. That's an order."

That seemed to break through to him. Ethan whimpered softly and climbed up into the bed next to Gus, his tail still tucked firmly between his legs. The bear wrapped an arm around the canine and pulled him in for a cuddle. Ethan wrapped his arms around his chest, seeming to try to protect his breasts from coming into contact with the bear's body. He stared into Gus's chest, but his gaze was unfocused.

The bear sighed and laid flat on his back and shut his eyes, his paw gently rubbing the canine's back. "Don't you worry about nothing, boy. I had fun, even if'n I didn't finish."

A soft face buried itself in Gus's chestfur. The canine's body shook in what could be either laughs or sobs. He hoped for the former.

"I'm sorry," Ethan muttered.

"Ain't got nothing to 'polergize for, boy," Gus said. He reached down with his free paw and tugged the condom off his softening dick, then tossed it aside.

"I... I don't know why I'm like this," Ethan muttered. "I've never done this..."

Gus chuckled. "Done what, sucked a dick?"

Ethan headbutted the bear lightly. "No, I mean..." He sighed and rolled around, facing away from the bear.

Gus shook his head, then wrapped his arms around the canine, pulling him in to be his little spoon. "Boy, you can't take sex too seriously. Take it from me. You gotta learn to roll with the punches and laugh. Sex is 'sposed to be fun, not dramatic."

The canine sighed and snuggled into the bear. "I guess... it's just..."

"Shhh," Gus whispered. "You don't have to explain."

Two small paws grabbed onto his arm and held tight. Seemed the boy was getting a little more comfortable.

"Thanks," Ethan muttered.

"For what?" Gus asked.

The boy was quiet for a minute before responding. "For being so cool about this... about me... about... everything."

Gus chuckled. "I been around the block a few times, boy. S'just who I am."

"Guess I lucked out this time."

That caught the bear's attention. "This time?"

Ethan held his breath. "This isn't my first time running away," he muttered.

"Color me surprised," Gus deadpanned.

The canine elbowed his side lightly. It was a playful jab. "Yeah, yeah, old man." He sighed. "I dunno... it's weird. I just... need a change of scenery, ya know?"

"All too well," Gus said. "Why d'ya think I'm a long haul trucker? I didn't get into this for havin' a bed to lay my head every night."

"I guess," Ethan said. He sighed and settled into Gus's arms. "Does it ever get lonely?"

It was Gus's turn to be quiet before responding. He hadn't really thought about that in a long while. "Yeah, I guess it does," he whispered. "Most of the time it's comforting to be alone. Every now and then, though..." He sighed. Never would've guessed he'd be facing feelings.

"You really give off that dad vibe," Ethan said. "Dad bod and all."

Now that was unexpected. Gus stared at the canine for a second, dumbstruck, then burst out laughing. "Boy, you're gonna pay for that." He held firmly to the canine with one paw and gently noogied him with his other.

"Ack! Hey!" Ethan broke into a fit of giggles and tried to squirm away from the older male. The bear's arm ensured no escape. "Okay, I give, I give!"

Gus grinned and let up on the canine, wrapping both arms back around him and pulling him in close. "Don't mess with papa bear," he whispered.

"Haven't I already done that, though?" Ethan deadpanned. "Even if I couldn't finish what I started..."

"Boy, like I said, don't worry about it. It's s'posed to be fun. If it ain't happening, it ain't happening. No skin off my teeth." Gus settled in with the canine in his arms. "You mind bein' little spoon? Or would you prefer big?"

"I kinda like being little spoon," Ethan whispered.

The bear felt a little leap in his gut. "G'night, boy," he whispered.

"Night."

A sliver of sunlight peeked in through the curtain dividing the cab from the sleeper. Gus stretched out and opened his eyes, staring blearily into the daylight. He felt a warm body next to him, and looked over to see the sleeping black canine curled up peacefully next to him. A smile crept across the old trucker's face as he looked at the canine. He briefly wondered just how long this boy would be with him, and just how close the reality of Sacramento would align with his fantasies.

Gus shook his head. No time to be worrying about that now. He pushed himself up and maneuvered himself out of bed over the sleeping canine. Once free, pulled on his shirt, followed by a pair of briefs and his jeans. He spared the sleeping canine one last glance before crawling back up into the cab and taking his seat behind the wheel.

The graying bear took a peek at his cell phone. It was half past six. He checked his pocket to make sure his wallet was still there, then climbed out of the truck and made for the diner. He got himself a coffee and a couple of bagels to go, then trundled back to his truck and hit the road.

Around nine, the boy emerged from the sleeper. Gus noted that he seemed to only be wearing his t-shirt and boxers.

"Mornin', boy," Gus said.

"Mmmmf... morning," Ethan muttered. He flopped down into the passenger seat. Whether he was still sleepy or just a surly teenager, Gus couldn't tell.

"There's a bagel in the bag at your feet fer ya," he said. "Didn't know what you might like on it."

Ethan glanced down at the bag. "You didn't have to do that," he said. He picked up the bag and pulled out the pastry, then started eating.

"Yeh, but I didn't NOT have to, neither," Gus replied.

Silence fell between the two, filled by the rumble of the engine and the low volume radio pumping classic rock into the cab. The canine heaved a heavy sigh as he finished his bagel.

"Gus, what the hell am I doing with myself?" Ethan whispered.

"'Scuse me?" Gus replied.

"What am I doing? What are WE doing?" the canine said. "Like, it's just sex between us, right?"

Gus couldn't help but to laugh. Seems the canine had gotten a bit of a crush. "Boy, I'm old enough to be your pappy. Ain't nothing more than sex and companionship between us, I can tell you that right now."

"Right... obviously," Ethan muttered. He stared out the window at the passing countryside. "Gus... how do you deal with like... loving someone who turns out to be... not what you were expecting?"

The bear raised an eyebrow and looked at the canine out of the corner of his eye. "Ain't easy, I can tell you that much." He switched off the radio and kept his eyes firmly on the road. "Hurts fer a while. But eventually ya learn to move on. You forgive yerself, and them, and make peace with it. But it takes a loooong time."

The two were quiet again. Gus could only guess what was going on in the young male's head. If he wanted to share, he would. Against his better judgment, though, Gus felt himself developing a strange fondness for this canine. Something about him touched the bear's soft spots, drawing an almost fatherly air out of him.

Almost half an hour passed before the dog spoke again. "I'm scared of going to California."

"Now why's that, boy?" Gus asked.

A heavy sigh preceded his answer. "I've never been there... and like... I've never met Ryan, either. That's, uh, my boyfriend's name," he hastily added. "We've talked online over voice, talked on the phone, texted, instant messaged, but we haven't like, BEEN together, ya know? And what if he doesn't like me? What if I'm not what he expected? What if he's not what I expected?"

Gus considered the questions. It was some heavy stuff for a kid so young to be dealing with. "He know that your trans?" he asked.

"Yeah," Ethan replied. "We've talked about that. He knows. I've sent him pics of me, he's sent pics of him. He's pan, so he's cool with whatever I'm packing."

"That'll be a big hurdle, least for some folks," Gus said. "As for if you don't like each other... well, that's a much harder one to answer. The short of it is, you'll figure it out. The long... ya never know how long that'll take. You might work out, you might not. I've known a few folks who found love at eighteen and stayed with 'em and stuck it out, but I've known a lot more whose teen romances petered, who had messy divorces or never married at all, and lots more who were much older before they found someone to settle down with." He chuckled mirthlessly. "Then there's sad fucks like me who never settle down."

They were quiet again for a little while. "You're a nice guy, Gus," Ethan said. "Bet you could settle down if you wanted."

Gus laughed. "That's the key. 'If I wanted.' I don't think I'm the settling type. I'm a nomad. Took me till my thirties to figure that out, but I'm satisfied with it."

"Eh, if you're good with it," Ethan said.

"I am," Gus said. "I really am." His eyes flicked to a sign on the freeway. "Seventy-five miles to Cheyenne... couple more hours to go."

"Damn, already?" Ethan said. "And I was just beginning to like you, too." He chuckled and grinned sheepishly at the bear.

Gus chuckled. "Gonna have to stop for gas soon. May as well pick up some grub while we're at it."

"Cool," Ethan said. "That bagel was good, but not exactly filling, ya know?"

"Oh, I getcha. But you'll want to make yourself more decent before we get food."

The canine looked down at his lap. "Oh, right." He slipped out of his seat and back into the sleeper. He emerged a couple minutes later wearing his jeans and hoodie. His chest seemed flatter, too, Gus noted. Either he'd put his binder on, or the oversized garment hid his shape better.

They chatted a while longer, until Gus pulled off the freeway to fuel up. While Ethan ran in to get himself a hearty lunch, Gus stood by his cab and made a phone call.

"Hey, Carla, it's Gus. Almost to Cheyenne. Got any new contracts for me? ... Well, I was thinkin' I might wanna head out to California... got any jobs that'd take me out near Sacramento? ... Yeah, that sounds perfect. Book it up for me."

Gus grinned as he stuffed his phone in his pocket. Maybe he and Ethan wouldn't have to part so soon, after all. He walked into the truck stop and found the boy sitting at a table in the food court, scarfing down a sandwich. He chuckled and ordered himself a lunch, then joined the canine.

"So, what's your next move?" Gus asked as he sat down.

"Dunno yet," Ethan said. He chuckled. "Think I could hitch a ride here?"

The ursine chuckled. "About that... I've got my next load lined up. If yur not sick o' me, I could take you all the way to Sacramento."

The canine's ears perked up. "No way! For real?"

"If'n you're not sick of this old bear yet."

Ethan laughed and stuck his tongue out at Gus. "Don't you mean if you aren't sick of this lousy teen?"

Both males shared a laugh at that. Ethan held a paw out to Gus. The bear took it and gave it a firm squeeze, their eyes locked.

"Next stop, Sacramento."