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Hitchhiking has its benefits. Many, in this case. You were stuck on the highway with a flat tire as a truck rolled up beside you.

"Need a hand?" The canine inside yelled. It was less of a question and more of a demand. You had nowhere to go for the evening and you had already arranged for your car to be towed. So now you're sitting here, waiting for somebody... this guy works. He puffed his cigarette out the window as you clambered into the cab. Your nose was hit by the smell of rancid cigarette smoke and stale sweat, alongside a deep earthiness of what was probably some spilled coffee as well as a musky stench which clung to every surface.

"First time in a truck, bud?" He asked. Well, yes, it was. He puffed a final cloud on his cigarette before tossing it out the window. The trucker wore a denim coat, denim pants, and a thin yellowed T-shirt; in short, he looked like a trucker. Your throat crackled as you tried to answer him - partly from the smoke in the air and partly from the smell of his musk that invaded your lungs. "Yes s-sir... I'm just looking to get to the next exit till my car is towed," you meekly mumbled. He chuckled. One by one he undid the buttons on his shirt as you rolled forward. "Ya ain't need be afraid of me, boy. I'm jus' gettin' comfortable."

You heart jumped as you ogled him - you certainly weren't afraid of him unbuttoning his shirt, but whatever bulging member he was packing in those jeans made your throat go dry. Maybe it was seeing his muscled body or feeling the vibrations of the truck, but either way your cock began to swell and push at the seams of your pants. God, it was hard. Not getting off in four days does that. You quickly swiped your paw across your crotch to readjust your boner and make it a bit less visible. Fuck, did he see that? You look over and only see him grinning. Fuck. Time to break the ice. You cleared your throat.

"So... uh... so you mind if I pay you?" Your horny mind instantly came up with a payment method. "Nah bud, no need. I was goin' this way anyway. Was plannin' to stop at the next truck stop myself." "Oh," you muttered, having your kind gesture rebuffed. "Um, maybe I can buy you a coffee there?" "Don't need one." His eyes were straight ahead. "Been on the road for four days now, time to get some real sleep." He flipped a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one in his mouth while keeping one paw on the wheel.

For being hot, this guy sure was a bit of a dick. Maybe he was just tired. One more try. "Maybe I can just buy you a new pack of cigs?" The trucker took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew a large puff of smoke out the window before letting out a growling sigh. "Christ, boy, just spit it out already!" He growled out at you as he kept his eyes laser-focused on the road ahead. "...what?" You halfway feigned ignorance and yet also were taken aback by his response.

"Bud, I'll tell ya somethin'. Ya ain't got nothin' to offer that I can't get from some cumslut on Grindr once I get to that truckstop." Your ears perked up. "What about before you get there?" He looked puzzled, then annoyed. "I'm telling ya, ya can't handle what I'm packing down here." He roughly grabbed the mound under his jeans and gave it a bounce. His cock looked ready to bust through the zipper. Was that all really cock? You ogled him more as he puffed his cigarette and continued his staring contest with the road ahead.

"Why not?" A very dumb question on your part. The trucker's right paw rose to meet his temple as he shook his head. His paw dropped onto the shifter and he began to downshift. You felt the truck slowing down. Fuck, was he gonna kick you out?

"Ya must be a thick one, bud." He exhaustedly grunted in your direction as the truck came to a stop on the side of the highway. "Here's why." He sighed and unzipped his pants, sliding them down to reveal a bulging pair of off-white underwear. The stink of his crotch began to waft around the cab of the truck, drying your throat even more than it had been from your nerves. He nodded toward his crotch before looking back at you. "Ya see why?" He sounded annoyed as he spoke to you, but you could barely notice as your eyes absorbed every detail of this hunk's groin - his cock and balls were so tightly packed in his tight underwear that you swear you could see his heartbeat as blood pulsed through his limp member. Hell, one wrong step and his cock is liable to burst out of the side of the yellowed cloth. "You... uhhm..." You tried to string a sentence together. "You... look like you need a new pair of underwear? That the problem?"

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Why the fuck did I say that?!?

"Ha, now yer jus' teasin." A smirk passed his lips as he took another drag off his cigarette then puffed a small cloud of smoke in your direction. You hacked and doubled over as he let out a slight chuckle. "Jus' playin', bud, jus' like you are." You'd think your cover was blown if it wasn't so painfully obvious from the outset. The trucker continued. "An' mind you, this is the only pair I've had for the last week. I'd change em' if I could, but the washer at the last truckstop was broke." He hooked his thumbs under his waistband, gave a slight smirk to his bulging groin, and looked back to you. "The problem ya' ain't able to handle bud, is this."

He slid the loose and worn waistband down and shimmied his underwear down to his ankles before kicking them away. All the while, his cock practically unrolled and flopped onto the seat below as you were hit with a full burst of his musk. And he had the nerve to call you thick. Holy fuck. Soft, he looked to be maybe five inches long but as thick as your wrist. A short blond bush encircled his veiny, uncut, unwashed, and meaty member as he let out a light chuckle in response to your clearly-awestruck face.

"Ha, ya see the problem now?" "I... uh... maybe, yeah." Christ, pull yourself together. This DILF flops his goddamn baseball bat of a cock out in front of you and you become a sputtering idiot? I can't blame you, but you'll never get a taste like that.

He reached forward and turned the AC on. "Fuck, I'm sweatin'." The odor of his crotch now fully circulated in the cab, half-choking and half-intoxicating. He leaned his head back in the cool breeze, rolling the window down to throw out his cigarette before grabbing another. He must have finally felt like a beast freed from its cage now that he finally had his cock out in the fresh air to really breathe. A deep sigh resonated in his body as he closed his eyes and puffed away on his cigarette.

"Well?" He spoke with closed eyes as he relaxed in his seat. "Didn't ya wanna pay me back?" He grabbed his cock and slowly fiddled with it, bouncing it in his paw, pulling back the foreskin, slapping it between his thighs. A torrent of blood flew into his dick as it grew in his paws. "Well bud, ya best hurry up. Sun's setting. Truckstop's a mile away if yer feelin' too nervous." He slapped his dick against his palm. He might be six or seven inches, but goddamn is he thick. He slapped his meat club again against his palm as he eyed you lustfully.

*smack*

*smack*

*smack*

You unbuckled your seatbelt and crawled over to him till your head hovered over his crotch. His cock bobbed in time with his heartbeat. A deep musky and earthy odor invaded your nostrils, a smell of stale piss and sweat. He reached one paw up to shove your face downward while his other paw slapped his dick against your cheek. There was a wet *plap* as it connected with your face and then sprung away, leaving you connected by a string of pre. "Heh, I must be pretty backed up. Four days' worth o' cum needin' drained." He reached down to gather the bead of precum on his finger before popping it into his mouth, smacking his lips like a gourmet chef as he tasted his own juices. "Wanna taste?" Hardly a question.

You grasped pulsing cock by its thick base, feeling it throb slowly in your paws that buried themselves in his unwashed pube bush. You dipped your head down and swiped your tongue across his piss-slit to get a taste of his pre. He winced and let out a slight moan as he felt his nuts churning up a days-old load at the slightest sensation of his cock being worshipped as it should be. You squeezed his cock at the base and ran your paws up his length, emptying him like a tube of toothpaste as you milked a generous squirt of pre out of him. At this point you just enveloped what you could of his cockhead to catch all of his salty mess.

Then he suddenly grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and brought you up to eye level. Your mouth was still pooling with pre and drool as he mashed his muzzle into yours, his tongue stuffing your mouth as he groaned and savored your joint taste. You couldn't help but whine in pleasure as he smashed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, the likes you haven't had in months. You swallowed as he disconnected his lips from yours, but not before he slickly swiped his tongue on your nose. "Damn bud, maybe ya do have somethin' I can't get from just any cumslut..." He mused. You returned to the task at hand.

You planted a kiss on his cockhead before you dipped down to try and take it in your mouth. You'd have to unhinge your jaw to take his whole cock with his size. You slid your tongue underneath his taut foreskin and swirled around. You were nearly overwhelmed with his unwashed and bitter taste, but his ripe sweetness was irresistible as even more salty pre poured into your mouth as his leathery foreskin clamped down on your tongue, holding you in place.

"Heh," he chuckled, "now ya see the problem. I'm a bit wide for most." That won't stop you. You tried to take more of his shaft into your mouth, but it was no use. "C'mon now, boy!" He yelled as he grabbed you by the scruff of your neck again and shoved you down onto his cock. You'd gag if you could even breathe. He treated your throat like his personal fleshlight for a few thrusts before releasing you and allowing you a breath of fresh, though heavily musky, air. You could only pant out your sentences.

"I... phew... I don't think I can take it all." You gasped into his crotch. "Ya don't need to, but I damn well expect ya to finish what ya started. An' this here..." He reached under you to fondle your neglected package before unzipping and unbuttoning your pants with only one paw as you were collapsed onto him. "This here needs as much service as I do." Your aching cock flopped out of your boxers and hovered over the seat. Pre drooled out of you onto the seat below. He gave you a hearty pat on the back. "Don't worry bud, seats are stain-proof."

Your cock now free to bob below you, you felt a second wind coming on. You popped your mouth back onto his cockhead and suckled his musk and pre while stroking his shaft, now slick with the combination of juices that spilled over it. Your paws rolled over each and every pulsing vein as he whined in pleasure, occasionally thrusting upward into your mouth, choking you momentarily. He didn't neglect you though - every once in a while, he'd lean over to squeeze and milk a fresh puddle of pre from your dick, which would spill out and splatter the seat below while a strand connected the shimmering puddle and your cock.

The canine groaned in pleasure as he bucked his hips again before grabbing you by the neck to pull you off of his member. "Grab those for me, boy." He gestured at the flimsy underwear he had flung off earlier, now resting on the floor. You obeyed and leaned down to grab the yellowed fabric. It felt coarse, maybe even greasy. Its odor ravaged your nose as you obediently placed his unwashed cock-sling into his paw. His other paw grabbed you by the scruff to reposition you so that you could return to impaling yourself on his meaty girth. You were only able to slobber over the tip, feeling him pulse in your mouth and unleash a gush of pre occasionally as you stroked him.

He raised his underwear up to his nose and huffed them before letting out a moaning sigh. Fuck, this guy loves his own stink, maybe even more than you do. "Mmffff..." The hunk grunted out under you. The joint work of your hands, tongue, and his stink seemed to work as you felt his pulse quickening in your hand. Without warning, he brought his musky underpants down to your level and suffocated you as he stuffed them in your nose while your mouth worked at his cock. "Like the smell, bud? They're real ripe."

Holy fuck.

You barely even heard him as the coarse, matted fabric and fucking stench of real man made you wince in a combination of pleasure and pain. You whined for air as you remained suckling on his cock. You were transported to another world even after he pulled the cloth away from your muzzle. Yes, you were made to huff this man's musk, to swallow his pre, and to tug and chew his leathery foreskin till he unloaded in your mouth. Indeed, he was about to do just that, but not before he gave you a final tug on your needy cock.

He whined like a bitch above you as you felt him beginning to twitch in your mouth and more-watery pre spilled out of him like piss. Fuck yeah, give me that days-old, yellowed, chunky load. He howled in the air and lifted his t-shirt. The taste of bitter, well-aged cum passed your tongue only briefly before he grabbed you by the neck and popped you off his cock.

"FUCKKKKK!!!"

He let his seed to freely spray over his chest, belly, even his chin, as well as your face. Four ropes blasted in the air before he stuffed you back onto him, shoving you deep so he briefly shot loads straight down your gagging throat before loosening his grip to let you slide into your natural position, your lips clasped around his cockhead as he poured his load into your mouth.

You'd have probably came hands-free if he didn't reach over and firmly grasp your dick to stroke you off in a fit of impulsiveness as he writhed in pleasure. A few strokes were all it took to bring you to a toe-curling orgasm. You could only whine in between gulps of his cum as you painted the seat below.

"Ahhhhhh." He let out a load exclamation of relief as his cock stopped pulsing rope after rope of cum into your sated maw.

He'd damn well better feel relieved - you must've swallowed a liter of his musky, slimy, bitter, and yellow cum. He grabbed you by the scruff like a pup and raised you to his lips. "Maybe ya do have something more to ya than the average cumslut." He gave you a brief peck on the lips to sample his own spunk before he wiped the cum off himself with his tattered underwear. "Wipe your face and seat with these. I don't need 'em no more. Too tight." He handed you the yellowed fabric and you obediently wiped the puddle of your cum off the seat, tucking your drained dick back into your pants as you clutched the damp yellow cloth in your hands.

You felt the engine of the truck start up again as the cab began vibrating again. He was carefully zipping up his pants and re-buttoning his shirt. "I'll have to see ya the next time I'm round these parts, bud. That was great." You could only let out an astounded "Yeah..." as your mind tried to comprehend what the fuck just happened. His bitter taste lingered on your tongue. "By the way, ya can keep those there." He pointed at his damp underwear in your paws. "Consider it a present. I knew ya liked 'em!"

Holy Fuck.