FSE

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"'Nother cup of coffee? Y'all gonna shake out of your fur, you drink too much more."

Slim brown fingers plucked two packets of sugar from the holder and neatly decapitated them. "Caffeine's good for you, Dawna. Keeps you on your toes."

"Huh. 'Bout six inches off the ground, way I seen you vibrating last time you left." The waitress plunked down a fresh bowl of creamers and picked a five-dollar bill off the table in one smooth movement. "That shit make your heart blow up one day."

"Thanks for your concern." Owen watched the hefty bear swish towards the front of the restaurant, snorted, and sipped his coffee, his fourth of the evening. Good thing he had an arrangement with the servers, because otherwise he'd have been out on his ass long ago. Five bucks an hour and pay the tab every night - with a hefty tip on top - and they mostly left him alone.

Good thing, too, because it was a quiet night. Snow sprinkled against the windows that overlooked the truck stop forecourt with its bright lights and diesel pumps. Beyond, the interstate was thinly populated. A few lights flashed by, travelers braving the weather, but the truckers that usually thronged into the truck stop were few and far between so far.

Owen swirled his ringed tail and checked his reflection in the window. The red panda smiled at himself. He looked good. But, then, he always looked good. Short-cropped headfur, neatly trimmed whiskers, that appealing little nick in his left ear... yeah, he looked good.

The thump of footsteps drew his attention. He glanced over his coffee at the source, a wolf in battered jean jacket and shorts who barely noticed the red panda. Behind Owen, the bathroom door swung open and closed.

No interest there. That was nothing new - only a few of the drivers who stopped in here would be interested. Most of the guys who were looking for his particular service would be more likely to pick up one of the females who mostly worked outside in the lot. Owen preferred to work indoors. With a post or two on some strategically-selected Internet forums the more savvy drivers knew how to find him. Which was for the best - he hated knocking on truck doors at midnight.

The door opened and closed and the wolf padded past again. Owen watched him for a moment, admiring the canine's ass, then turned back to the book he was reading. If the weather didn't clear, it might be a shutout for the evening, the red panda pondered. Not unknown, but he mostly found one date in an evening.

He barely heard the next set of footfalls coming, and glanced up only to see the end of an orange feline tail curling past on its way to the bathrooms. Whoever it was, they were moving fast and quiet, Owen noted idly as he went back to reading. Probably not a customer.

Once again the door went through its motions and the trucker walked out with quiet footsteps. Something whispered onto Owen's table as the feline passed without looking at the panda. He picked it up, surprised.

On the napkin was some barely-readable writing. A set of numbers and 'Pete' first - good, Owen thought, sometimes he'd just get "that blue Kenworth" and have to puzzle out which of the eight blue KWs was the right one. Below that was a three-digit number. The panda smiled at that one. No dickering involved.

In the front of the restaurant, he saw the cat pay his bill and walk out. Owen dropped another five on the table and shouldered his pack.

Owen smiled at the waitress behind the front counter as he passed. "Save me a spot, Dawna, I'll be back later."

The bear winced at a blast of chilly air let in by the red panda's departure, and cast a wry glance around the mostly-empty cafe. "I'll make sure y'all are on the VIP list."

With few trucks in the lot, it didn't take Owen much time to find his target, parked in one of the spots where the big lights were less bright. Smart fella, this one, he'd obviously done this before, the red panda thought. A look around the lot showed no movement; good. Occasionally the local cops would get frisky and run off the lot lizards, but most likely they were in their nice, warm station on a night like this.

He brushed snow off his shoulders, then did the same for the front plate of the truck. With his phone, he took a photo and texted it to his emergency contact with a quick note about where the truck was and the time. That done, the red panda gave a double-rap on the door.

"Quick service," a low voice purred as the door swung open. "Climb on up."

Owen clambered up into the Peterbilt and closed the door, then looked at his customer for the evening, who was sitting in the oversized sleeper.

Middle aged. Tall, thick in the body but well proportioned, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Orange fur, long darker hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. Smelled freshly showered - that was a bonus gift.

"Come on in." He smiled, white teeth glinting. Owen smiled back.

"Will do, once the business part of the transaction is done."

The cat nodded and offered an envelope. Owen took it, glanced in and tucked it into his bag, which he placed against the door - if things went bad, he'd be able to grab it on the way out.

"You got a name?" he inquired, worming his way into the sleeper.

"Do I need one?"

Owen flashed a grin and settled onto his knees, his paws resting on the cat's thighs. "Not if you don't want one."

"Let's go with Ethan." The feline's legs slid open as Owen ran his fingers up the inside of his thighs and settled on the bulge forming at his groin.

"Well, Ethan, let's see what I can do for you, hmm?"

Nimble fingers unzipped the cat's jeans. Ethan lifted himself off the bed, allowing Owen to slide them down, his arousal obvious through the white boxers beneath. They followed a moment later, exposing the pink shaft rising from amid white belly fur. Owen churred softly at the sight, nice and thick and firming up quickly as his fingers cupped the heavy sac beneath.

"Aren't we pretty?" he murmured, shuffling to kneel between the cat's thighs. "And you look tasty."

Ethan groaned as Owen's long tongue curled slowly up from the base to the tip, swirling wetly against its ridges. The panda kept stroking the feline's balls, tugging gently while he savored cat cock, his free paw curling up to pull the sheath down fully and encircle the base.

A flick of the tongue against the slit at the tip earned a buck of the cat's hips. Owen grinned to himself and let his muzzle slide slowly over the cat's tip. One paw settled onto the back of his head and pushed down until the full length was buried in Owen's wet mouth.

"Awww, damn, you suck good cock," Ethan growled, claws prickling gently against the back of the red panda's ears. "More tongue..."

Owen obliged, his tongue curling firmly against the base of the cat's shaft, lapping away dribbles of precum that smeared against his palate as the tip bumped the back of his throat. He suckled eagerly, bobbing up and down, taking cues from the pressure of Ethan's paw on his head.

The cat's breath came faster as Owen sped up his movement, paw twisting wetly over the base of Ethan's cock in time with his lips sliding up and down. "Goddamn... ain't gonna handle much more of this..."

Owen looked up at his client questioningly, only to be pushed back down. Okay then, he decided with a smirk - time for the big finish.

The red panda started suckling more urgently, his tongue twining around the tip and stimulating it with a steady flickering movement. He pumped the base hard and fast in time with his bobbing mouth. Ethan moaned deeply and stiffened under that treatment. "Ahh... gonna... gonna..."

A yowl filled the sleeper as the feline came hard. Owen churred in pleasure, suckling hard on the twitching shaft as pulse after pulse of thick cum gushed over his tongue. He took everything the cat gave, swallowing eagerly, and pumped the shaft to get the last drops.

Ethan sagged back onto the bed, panting. "Damn, kid, you got a great mouth. Ain't gone off like that in ages."

"I don't get that big a mouthful very much." Owen grinned and wiped his muzzle, rising to sit on the edge of the bed. He rubbed the cat's belly, earning a deep purr and a grin. "Hope I didn't wear you out, you still got most of 45 minutes to go."

"Gimme a minute, I gotta catch my breath. Ain't as young as I was anymore." Ethan looked over the panda with a smirk. "Why don't you strip down, give me something nice to look at while I recover."

Owen grinned, standing to shed his shirt and slacks before sliding up next to the feline, rubbing at the cat's belly under his own shirt. Ethan's paw settled onto the red panda's sheath and kneaded. Owen churred gently, stiffening at the touch, and returned the favor. The cat purred as his arousal began to build again.

"You definitely know how to keep a guy going, don't you?"

"It's my job, big fella." Owen leaned over and nuzzled into the feline's chest, tugging up his shirt. "So what do you want to do now?"

Ethan's claws stroked up Owen's belly, leaving tracks in the thick fur. "What I want to do is fuck you good and hard."

"Motion carried by acclamation. Hang on."

"Acclamation, that's an awful big word for a truck stop hooker," Ethan chuckled, watching Owen step over to his bag.

"Got to pay for college somehow, big fella, and this pays better than flipping burgers." Owen turned back around with a condom and bottle of lube. Catching a frown from the feline, he shook his head. "Sorry, big fella, I prefer to play it safe. Don't worry, I still guarantee you'll enjoy it."

"Fair enough." Ethan glanced down at his groin. "Might need a bit more work to get me going again."

"No problem." Owen smirked, opening the condom. He held it over the cat's semi-firm tip and unrolled it with a quick motion of his mouth down over the shaft again. A few moments of sucking and the cat was hard and ready again. "How do you want me?"

Ethan motioned up the bed. "Lift that big ol' tail for me."

"Works for me." Crawling onto all fours, Owen let his tail brush over the cat's face slowly, teasing, as it raised to expose his own erection, white-furred sac and finally the bud of his tailhole. "Like this?"

"Hell yeah. That is a fine view." Owen looked back to watch the feline spread thick lube along his shaft, then position himself kneeling between the red panda's legs. "Ready?"

"Whenever you are, big fella... ah!" The tip of the cat's thick, pointed cock pressed against the tight ring of his ass, spreading lube around for a moment, then with a firm push popped in. Owen gasped. "Easy now..."

Ethan stopped a moment with just his cocktip inside to give the red panda a moment to relax, then pressed inexorably inward until his hips met Owen's rump. "Fuck you're tight," the cat moaned. He leaned forward and nipped at one of the panda's ears, growling softly. "Let me know when you're good to go..."

Pressure slowly eased as Owen's muscles relaxed around the intruding shaft, and after a minute of having the feline groom his neck and ear he churred "Fuck me, Ethan... fuck me hard..."

Ethan purred at his words and grinned. "You got it, stripey..."

Owen felt the cat's thick shaft slide back, leaving him almost painfully empty, but the feline rectified that with a hard plunge forward that shoved the red panda face-down into the mattress. "Ahh!" he managed to moan as his client started to pound him roughly, hips slamming against his rump with each stroke.

"You like that, stripey? Like my cock in you nice and hard?" Ethan hissed in Owen's ear, grinding roughly, pressing his length to its fullest deep into the panda's tight rump. "Tell me how much you like it!"

"Oh fuck that's good... feels so thick and full..." Owen moaned for the feline's benefit, thrusting back to take all he could, his muscles clenching with each stroke of the cat's thickness burying itself in him.

"Good boy... you deserve a reward."

Fingers slipped around the red panda's own erection and started to paw it in time with Ethan's thrusts. Owen groaned with lust, dribbling precum from the caresses. The cat's other arm slipped around his chest, and without losing a stroke the feline pulled Owen upright. "Ah!" he gasped in surprise and pleasure at the sudden position change. Ethan nipped the red panda's shoulder, thrusting deep and grinding with each plunge into the tightness of Owen's ass.

A few moments of that position were rather tiring on the knees, though, and Ethan slowed, then stopped and slid out. "Here, let's switch it up," he purred. "I want to watch you cum..."

Owen churred softly, allowing himself to be guided onto his back, and, seeing the cat's intention, lifted his legs to settle them over Ethan's shoulders. "I like this position... I get to watch you cum too."

"We both win, then." The feline guided himself back to Owen's tailhole and sank himself deep with one thrust and a growl of desire. "Mmm, fuck, that feels good..."

"It does," Owen said, reaching up to stroke the cat's chest and panting as Ethan started to fuck him again, methodical, hard and deep.

Ethan returned his paw to Owen's shaft and grinned at the dribble of pre that issued, showing it off for the panda. "Someone's getting close."

"Y..yeah, getting close," Owen moaned, grinding up onto the feline's shaft and milking it at the deepest part of each stroke to encourage Ethan to finish as well. "Fill me up, Ethan, make me cum..."

The cat leaned forward, his eyes locked on Owen's, and started to pound into him with growing urgency. "You... first..." he growled urgently, his fingers clenched around Owen's shaft, pumping hard.

Owen whined and laid his head back, let himself rock with the feline's movement and focused on the feel of the paw on his cock, the feel of the thick shaft buried in him, and the sensation building in his groin. They said the customer was always right, so...

He came with a deep moan of pleasure, thick cum fountaining out over the white fur of his belly and pooling there. Ethan watched the spurts intently, panting, milking the panda for all the seed he could provide, and when Owen's orgasm trailed off gripped his thighs in both paws and pounded hard into his rump with focused desire. The panda was just getting his breath back when the cat bucked hard, stiffened and yowled. He could feel the pulses of the feline's cock against his insides as he came just as hard as the first time, holding himself tight against Owen's rear.

Ethan managed to stay upright for a few breaths, then slowly withdrew, holding the base of the condom, and flopped over next to Owen, panting. "Oh damn..." he managed to mutter.

"You like?" Owen asked, rolling to rub the feline's belly.

"I like a lot." Ethan opened his eyes with a smile. "You are good at this job. Prolly more fun than flipping burgers too, huh?"

"You bet it is." Owen sat up slowly, wincing, and rummaged in his bag again for a towel and wet wipes, tidying himself up quickly. By the time the panda was dressed again the feline was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Not gonna be much more business out there tonight for you." Ethan pointed to the snow out the windshield, which had picked up while they had been busy.

Owen chuckled. "Honey, after what you just did to me I couldn't handle another customer tonight."

"I'm flattered. Hey, uh... you got a phone number I can call? I come through once or twice a month, might be able to connect again."

Owen regarded the feline for a moment, then pulled a business card from his bag and passed it over.

"You got a business card? Damn, kid." Ethan regarded it, and laughed. "Oh, that's great. 'Roadside Service.' Well, it is that, I guess!"

Owen smirked at the feline as he opened the door. "Lube jobs our specialty."

He could hear the cat laughing even after the door closed. It was always nice to leave a customer happy.

"Roadside Service"

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