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--1

By the time Lars got to the first truck stop he saw, he had stopped caring about the sweat clinging to him, even that which seemed to intelligently congregate in the most intimate crevices on his body. It had been seven hours since he started walking, and seven hours since his friends had ditched him on the side of the road. Lars thought it was a joke and expected them to come back any minute. As the minutes turned to hours, he started to think it wasn't a very funny joke.

The alternative was to acknowledge that he had been kicked out of the car because he made an earnest attempt to sleep with the driver's younger brother. Because said younger brother was a fox and a twink besides, Lars assumed that the young man was interested in gay advances. He still upheld that belief. The older brother was either jealous or pious, and either way, a red panda like Lars was not very receptive to the jealousy of others.

Lars brushed through a gaggle of truckers. In the company of others, he became self-conscious of how sweaty and gross he was, then promptly lost his humility when he realized the other men smelled worse than he did. He sat down at a table which still had somebody else's crumbs on it and waited to be served. As he waited, the other seats all around him gradually filled, and he found himself surrounded by middle-aged men smelling of sweat, taint funk, and diesel. Lars liked the atmosphere.

Comparing one trucker to the next, nothing about the stout black wolf entering the restaurant set him apart from the others. As American truckers went, he ticked all of the boxes with his graying muzzle, beer gut, and oily clothing. He smelled funny, had a propensity for cheesy grins, and if his interactions with the other truckers were anything to go by, he liked pussy and bad jokes.

Strapped for places to sit, the black wolf sat opposite Lars. "'Scuse me, kiddo," he nodded. "Not a lot of places to park your ass around here."

A wry smile crept across Lars' bored face. "Not when you have as much as you and I do, no," he agreed.

The wolf smiled back, matching Lars in sheer coyness. He thrust out a meaty paw. "I'm Ryan."

"Lars," he answered, handshaking firmly. Looking out the grubby window, he asked, "Which one's yours?"

"That one," Ryan said pridefully, pointing at a black, rust-specked beast parked among newer, shinier trucks. Meeting Lars' eyes, he slyly said, "She gets me from A to B, with a little T and A in between."

At last the waitress sauntered up. In spite of her surroundings, her middle age, and her species as a hound, she was perky-faced and did her best to keep her jowls pulled up into a smile. "Hi, what can I get you boys?" she said in an upbeat drawl.

Ryan was quick to flirt, and he asked for coffee and donuts. Lars had given no thought to his own food and went with the old standby, "I'll have what he's having."

The black wolf chuckled and nudged Lars' foot under the table. "Dinner of champions, ain't it, kid? How long you been drivin'?"

"Uh," Lars sucked his lip briefly, "I'm just walking, actually."

Again came that queer smile of Ryan's. He snickered. "Car broke down?"

"Nnno," the panda said, "I just decided to walk. It's good for the body."

"Not when you get so dehydrated that your lips crack and your pee turns into gravy, but whatever you say, kiddo," Ryan shrugged, letting the topic drop.

Surprisingly soon, the coffee and donuts came. Lars gingerly sipped his drink, silently lamenting his taste for trendy arthouse coffee. The donuts were good, at least.

"So, Ryan," Lars smiled, "you wouldn't happen to need a buddy, huh?"

In the middle of dunking his donut, Ryan looked at Lars from the tops of his eyes. "Cash, grass, or ass?"

Lars blinked. Ryan laughed. "I'm kidding," he lied. "If you wanna come along, then sure. I'm headin' to New York."

"Well, uh. I get off at Chicago."

--2

Lars thumbed the controls on the dashboard. Ryan peeked away from the road to watch the panda's fingers, then his grumpy face. He laughed and apologetically said, "No air conditioning."

"Fuck."

"Guess you shoulda ridden with one of the richer truck drivers."

The panda rolled down his window and leaned on the door, letting the stifling air rush over his head. He closed his eyes against the buffeting and pulled his head back in a moment later. "How do you stand this? Being all sweaty, I mean."

Ryan shrugged, leaning back in his seat. He guided the wheel with one paw and groped for his thermos with the other. "You get used to it. Besides," he glanced at Lars again, "full-figured boy like you, I imagine you aren't a stranger to peeling your nuts off your thigh."

Lars sniggered. Ryan found his thermos, then tossed it back on the floor when he realized it was empty.

"I guess I'll admit that, no, I'm not a stranger to that feeling." Here the panda paused and grinned in smug reminiscence. "It's hard to find partners who appreciate someone who smells like a man. What do you think, Ryan?"

"Hell, kid," Ryan smiled, "you're preaching to the choir here."

What came next was a usual part of Ryan's routine, but something Lars often skimmed over in his assumption that all other men found him irresistible. The wolf, on a long stretch of road with few other drivers, looked at the red panda and smiled coquettishly. The interest was appallingly obvious in his orange eyes and toothy smile.

Lars returned the smile, lips pursed and eyelids half closed. "I know that look, old man."

Ryan blinked. He was stunned, but then he laughed and put his eyes on the road again. Coyly he asked, "Do you? And what look is that? Maybe I was just lookin' at you and thinking, gee, I've only ever seen trash pandas."

"Trash pandas," Lars scoffed. "They don't have a thing on me." While Ryan was still snickering at that, Lars licked his lips then said, "And I know that look. I know exactly what's going through that dirty old brain of yours."

Ryan was actually excited by the panda's stern words. He stared quite a long time at Lars, bottom lip bitten, urging him to continue with his expression alone.

Lars knew that he had the wolf exactly where he wanted him. What was particularly exciting about this situation, however, was his soon-to-be partner's advanced age. Lars had had more than a few milfs face down and ass up, but a gray old man?

"You're thinking," Lars carefully enunciated, having chosen to grace Ryan with his male perfection, "that you sure as hell hope I'm gay, because you're dying for me."

"Hot damn!" the trucker cackled, slamming his back against the seat and a paw on the wheel. "Looks like you got my number, kiddo. Yeah, I wanna tongue the fuck outta that tubby ass of yours," he crooned.

"Doesn't everyone," said Lars, poorly feigning disinterest.

"Slurp up your taint." Ryan looked aside at him, catching Lars looking his way before aloofly turning to face the passenger window. "Suck on your balls, lick the sweat and funk out of your fur."

"Mmhmm." Internally, Lars was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Outwardly, he was bored, but he had an erection in his shorts.

"Then I'm gonna fuck you."

"Oh, no. No." Lars tutted. "No, I'm going to fuck you."

The panda full well expected that to be the deal breaker. And if Ryan was hell-bent on fucking him, then Lars didn't want the wolf anyway. Ryan called his bluff when he gushed, "Oh, all right, kid - you can fuck me." He added with a dirty laugh, "But you better be hung."

--3

Talks of sex fell to the wayside as Ryan drove on. Lars, more fatigued from his walk than he cared to admit, snoozed in the passenger seat after the gentle rocking put him to sleep.

Hours later, the sun had withered down to a smoldering coal on the horizon. Its orange glare shone on Lars' face and the panda awoke with a tired murmur. He stretched in the seat and yawned, then looked at Ryan. Confusion flashed across his features before he remembered where he was, and why. "Mm, hi."

"Mornin', kiddo." Ryan didn't look at the panda, focusing instead on the deserted road. "Maybe you should've stayed awake, since I'm gonna be pulling over to snooze real soon here."

"So much for sex," Lars petulantly said. Before Ryan could defend himself, the panda, still tired and grumpy, said, "If you're going to pull over, do it soon. I need to piss."

After a few more miles, a highway oasis came into view and Ryan came to a stop among rows of other loaded semi trucks. Lars got out and started for the oasis, an attractive building built across the highway as an overpass, but Ryan called out to him and stopped him. "This way, kid."

Lars eyed Ryan dubiously. The wolf had some kind of worn tarp folded under his arm. "All right, fine," he groused, "but I'm pissing on your boots if you don't get me to a bathroom soon."

Do it on my face instead, Ryan lustfully thought, but he suppressed the urge to say it.

It said much about Lars' trust in Ryan that he let himself be led off the oasis parking lot, across a small prairie, and into the margins of a nature preserve. When it was too dark to see, Ryan produced a Maglite from his hip pocket and led Lars deeper into the trees.

"What, exactly, are we looking for? Do you even know?"

"A clearing." Ryan looked over his shoulder at Lars and just made out the panda's figure. "I'm not getting laid at a fucking oasis. Cops see a truck bouncing around, they come asking questions."

"So? I'm a adult," Lars puffed. "Let 'em ask."

"If a cop really wants to be a dick," the wolf warily said, stepping over a tree and aiming the light back for Lars' sake, "they can bust you for something like sodomy, or public indecency since they exposed your wiener when they opened the door." A few steps without speaking, then he ruefully added, "Had to blow a cop once to get outta that."

Lars followed Ryan by his footsteps. He touched the wolf's shoulder, but greedily slid his paw down his back and touched his fat behind. It reminded Lars of his own posterior. "I have the feeling you didn't mind."

Ryan laughed. The sound traveled far in the chirping, chittering woods but didn't bounce back to them. "He was pretty young and cute, so, nah. Nice-lookin' black rat boy, no chewed-up ears or anything like that."

After a few steps more Lars balefully said, "I need to piss now. Like, right now."

Impossible to see in the darkness, Ryan grinned. He turned around and briefly blinded Lars with the flashlight. The panda blinked away the spots in his eyes in time to catch the tail end of Ryan's lecherous expression. "Okay, kiddo," he chuckled, "go ahead. Ain't like you gotta be picky in the woods."

Tellingly, Lars unzipped his cargo shorts, but stopped and narrowed his eyes down into skeptical, green slits. He evenly asked, "Did you want to watch me?"

A racy smile split Ryan's lips wide open. He scuffed a boot on the loamy earth as if to say aw, shucks, then answered with a noncommittal, "Maybe."

"That's pretty gross," Lars mildly said, dropping his shorts to the ground, his boxers following.

Ryan audaciously shined the light on the red panda's groin. He licked his lips. Lars was a well-hung young man, his penis black and uncircumcised, and at this moment in time, mildly stiff. "Ni-i-ice pecker, kid..."

"It gets the job done," Lars shrugged. He turned aside and gripped his shaft, then took a breath and did his thing. A stream golden like beer but considerably more bitter and warm shot from his tip. The liquid babbled as it splattered on the leaves and underbrush of the forest, and the sound mingled with Lars' shiver, then his sigh.

As Lars pissed, Ryan crept nearer. His wide smile thinned out to a pursing of his lips at around the same time he was close enough to touch Lars. He and the panda exchanged looks, and Lars smiled smugly. "You get off watching a young guy like me peeing, huh? Weirdo."

Ryan knelt beside the evacuating panda, causing Lars to tense and blush. The stream sharply ended and the panda winced. "C'mon, kid," Ryan lewdly urged, wrapping his arm about Lars' leg, "don't quit now."

"You scared it," Lars grumbled.

Speaking with none of his typical humor, Ryan growled, "Let's coax it back out, then." He passed the flashlight off to Lars and cupped the red panda's drippy meat in his freed paw. He lifted the flaccid, but dense flesh and the piss dribbled down its bottom like drool. Ryan turned Lars and, in the darkness, crudely bumped his nostrils into the pissy tip of Lars' cock.

Ryan drew a sharp breath through his nostrils, inhaling a vapor of piss. It was revolting, full of bodily toxins and musk from Lars' borderline dehydration, but Ryan groaned in lustful need and wrapped his lips around the shaft. He held the first three inches in his lips and teeth, and sucked just once as though out of a compulsion.

Lars unshyly cupped the back of Ryan's head, letting the flashlight shine off to the side uselessly. He pulled the wolf closer, urging him to take in more, but the trucker was adamant. Remembering what the wolf wanted in the first place, Lars pushed and grunted, defying his desire for more pleasure. He started to piss again, but it was a much weaker stream. He had little more to give.

In spite of Lars' small output, Ryan was a whore. He gulped and sucked, swallowing every drop. So embarrassing were his moans and sucks that Lars' blush deepened, and an impish smile creased his face. "Gosh. Gross."

The pissing went on, but the second stream had been pitiful right from the start. Ryan was still in for the long haul and he showed if not his appreciation then his lust when he fondled the panda's fat, brown ass. He dug in his fingers, making the flesh bulge around them. Lars swished his ringed tail and patted Ryan's head patronizingly.

"You can quit sucking me now. You stole the rest of my pee, you sick old man," he dryly said.

Ryan pulled back and left Lars' black cock gleaming with his saliva. He looked up at the boy, and by then his eyes had adjusted well enough to the darkness. "Pretty tasty, kid. You wanna fuck me now?"

Lars was not as accustomed to the total darkness as Ryan. He shone the light down to bounce some back up off the ground. "I dunno," he shrugged. "It's pretty gay, especially with a guy as old as you."

Laughing, Ryan nipped Lars' thigh and stood up. The taste of piss was still heavy on his breath when he unfurled the tarp across a relatively smooth patch of leaf-strewn earth. "Come on, kid," he tutted, sitting back, making foliage crunch under the tarp. He fiddled with his fly and eventually got it open; this was made difficult by his erection. "I already drank your piss. We're pretty queer as it is."

"Guess so," Lars admitted, kicking off his bottoms but leaving his sneakers on. "You know what's gayer than me fucking you, though?" he asked, stepping close to Ryan, keeping the flashlight pointed downward.

"Whazzat?"

The red panda stepped over Ryan as if to get his cock sucked again, but instead of rubbing his privates on the wolf's snout, he shoved him onto his back. Quite gracefully for someone so chubby, Lars knelt, bringing his fat ass down on the wolf's face. His plump balls, covered in crusted, half-dried sweat, spilled across the trucker's muzzle and covered his eyes. The main event for Ryan, of course, came when Lars ground his taint and then his horrendously musky anus on the wolf's nose.

"This. This is really gay," Lars deadpanned.

If Ryan's moan was anything to go by, he concurred. At first he could only think to touch the panda's fat ass, and he did so with great interest. Breathing through his nose by choice, he forced the brunt of the panda's anal musk deep into his sinuses. Like a younger iteration of the wolf, Lars was a chubby, slovenly creature most at home being pampered like so, and as he wriggled his tubby rear against the wolf's face, he made it apparent that he loved to share his natural gifts.

Ryan lapped hungrily over Lars' winking anus and the damp crevice of his ass crack. No sweat was too old and no musk too potent for Ryan. He devoured the panda's ass, grumbling and crooning the entire time. Nominally exposed through his open fly, Ryan's penis tented his boxers and left a large stain of pre in them.

Deep, abiding moans escaped Lars as the foul trucker ate his fill. The panda gyrated at times, but more often simply pushed down, as if attempting to penetrate himself with the wolf's blunt nose. "Fuck, this is gayer than I thought it'd be," Lars lamented. "I guess I'm gonna have to fuck you after all."

Ryan's ears perked at the thought. He reached down and rubbed himself through his boxers, then tugged them down hastily to expose himself. Aside from his flesh being a little more veiny and tough from the years, his penis looked remarkably like the panda's did; and that was to say it was thick, black, and uncircumcised. Pre beaded on its piss slit and dribbled whichever way his shaft happened to lean at the moment, leaving the whole thing streaked all over.

At that moment, Ryan really wished he was lubing Lars up to sit on his loins. If the panda's asshole were just half as tight as it was musky, the trucker would have been milked in seconds flat. But Ryan wasn't picky about how things went down, and when Lars somewhat reluctantly dismounted his snout, the wolf shimmied out of his bottoms and left them snagged on his boots.

"Christ, kid, goddamn," Ryan inelegantly puffed. "You got one hell of an ass on you."

"I know," said Lars with no conceit. He rested the flashlight on the tarp in such a way that he could see to pull off Ryan's boots, an act which surprised the wolf but elicited no response. Lars helped Ryan out of his bottoms too, then waddled on his knees between the fat wolf's legs.

Chuckling bashfully, Ryan pulled his legs as far apart as he could, offering up everything to the panda. "Missionary, huh?"

"I like the taste of my own ass on someone else's lips," Lars quietly told him, at the same time nudging the head of his shaft into Ryan's little black pucker. Perhaps unsurprisingly given Ryan's age and proclivities, his asshole was far from tight, and his behind was just as sweaty as Lars', but the red panda pushed into Ryan and let loose an appreciative moan. Ryan was considerably less elegant, responding by groaning and curling his sock-covered toes.

Lars entered Ryan slowly and in small grinds, letting his pre lubricate the wolf, and at the same time savoring the trucker's rectal muscles. Ryan pulled him down by his shoulders and they bumped noses. It wasn't so much affection as it was just another product of their lust, and Lars proved as much when he, in a show of both greed and vanity, snuffled his own musk on the wolf's snout. When they did kiss, it was Ryan doing, but the panda took point there too and thrust his tongue into the old wolf's mouth. Ryan obligingly moaned and sucked.

As soon as Lars' hips kissed flush to Ryan's body, he pulled back and pushed in again, only faster. His rhythm was slow to build up but unyielding in its lazy pace. He drooled great amounts of precum into Ryan, preventing his relatively unlubricated walls from growing raw. His work was self-serving, however, shown best in the way he gladly ignored the needful trucker cock throbbing on his belly.

Lars broke the kiss and huffed across Ryan's graying snout. "Pretty tight for an old man. I was expecting the worst."

"Hotdog in a hallway?" Ryan mildly asked between steady breaths.

"Hmm," Lars murmured. "Hotdogging... Could've done that instead."

Leaves crushed and crinkled beneath the pliable tarp as Lars dutifully plowed the trucker. Lars slid a paw under Ryan's sweaty shirt and cupped one of the wolf's chubby breasts. He squeezed it and flicked its nipple, coaxing Ryan to girlishly giggle. "What are you doing, kid?"

"You have nice tits," Lars commented, squeezing the other one just as lovingly.

Ryan couldn't tell if there was sarcasm anywhere in that because of how sardonic Lars always seemed to be, so he took it at face value and smooched the panda's cheek. "Aren't you sweet. Lay back for me, kiddo."

"Okay," Lars warily said, easing out from Ryan's well-loved ass and earning no reaction, "but if I get anything but your tongue up my butt, I'll be very upset."

"Nah, I ain't gonna fuck you," Ryan tutted, though the idea appealed. Up on his knees, he groped around the panda to find his shaft in the darkness. Guiding himself by that landmark, he straddled the thick-bodied red panda and dropped his fat ass down to the mark. His black anus, puffy from Lars' use, winked in the cool air. Ryan gave it something to kiss when he ground it against the tip of the panda's cock.

With Ryan already lubricated and gouged, the reentry was smooth. Lars sighed and let his ringed tail swish and sway as the pleasant weight of the trucker came to rest on him. Then when Ryan started to ride, Lars reached for his gut, palmed it on his way down, and clutched the trucker's dense cock.

"Mmm, hi there," Ryan cooed, bouncing and squeezing on the invading object. "Jerk me off, cutie, you ain't gonna break it."

Lars thought it was a shame that Ryan couldn't see his handsome face in the dark. It was privilege enough, he decided, that the old wolf got to ride his dick at all. "You know," Lars thought aloud, "I don't usually fuck anyone over forty unless they're a milf."

"Uh, well," Ryan said, taken aback and slowing his ride briefly, "I've been called a motherfucker a few times."

Still stroking Ryan's aching black dick, Lars busied his other paw with the trucker's moobs again. "You have the tits for it."

Not to be outdone, and as he wriggled his ass down on the panda and clenched, Ryan squeezed Lars' own moobs together, forming cleavage. "Look who's talking."

Lars moaned from the wolf's clenching anal muscles but was rife with indignity, and he blushed appropriately. He pulled back the foreskin on the wolf's bouncing meat and thumbed his glans intently, knowing just the effect it would have. Pre oozed from the slit and soaked the pad and fur on the panda's thumb. "You're going to cum for me," he quietly stated with his usual cool. "Your dick's throbbing."

"Real perceptive, kid," Ryan chuckled, laying one paw over Lars', whom was still cupping his tits. "What about you, cutie? You gonna dump a nut in papa wolf?"

"Mhm," Lars replied. What he didn't divulge to Ryan was just how close he was. Lars was always quiet when he got some, never one for theatrics like moaning and lurid declarations. He gripped more tightly on Ryan's penis and curled his toes, and he pushed his stout hips up to collide with Ryan's jiggling ass.

On and on went Ryan's ride, the wolf bouncing upon the red panda like a faggot half his age. If nothing else, Lars thought, Ryan's weight added to the physical pleasure, and his age to the age difference-borne taboo side. That Ryan acted like a crude uncle but took a dick as if he were a college fuckboy was another lewd facet the panda loved.

Everything Ryan did was immensely stimulating to both Lars' body and ego. Suddenly the chubby ringtail came, shooting thick ropes of his panda spunk deep into Ryan's ass.

Ryan didn't even recognize the feeling at first, but when he noticed it, he laughed and purposefully gyrated in such a way as to bend and tweak the panda's squirting cock. He coaxed a rare, out-of-control moan from Lars in doing so. Lars squeezed savagely on both Ryan's cock and a fatty tit. "Yeah, kiddo, bust those big ol' nuts for me," he purred, somewhat lazily settling against the panda, immobile and savoring the throb of the dick inside of him and the strong mitts fondling him.

Still huffing from his orgasm, Lars went all-out in masturbating the wolf. He stroked energetically, switching paws at times. For a moment he pulled back the foreskin with one paw and ground the heel of the other against Ryan's glans.

Contrary to his typical sleazy coolness, Ryan huffed and squirmed. He braced his paws on his hips for lack of a better place to put them and ground awkwardly into Lars' busy paws. "She-e-eit, kid," Ryan whimpered, tossing back his head. Feeling stifled, he swept his paw over his head and knocked his cap onto the tarp. Lars' erection had waned, and Ryan's anus, no longer plugged tightly, leaked semen.

Lars bit his lip and stroked with everything he had. By then it was a formality to make even with Ryan; his payment for the ride was dripping out of the wolf's asshole, but the handjob was simply gay etiquette. "Come on," Lars grunted. "You know you want to shoot."

"I do, fuck, I do-o-o," Ryan warbled, before devolving into another inelegant whimper.

Marked by a sharp gasp, Ryan promptly started to squirt. The mess slopped across Lars' belly, ruining further what was already a sweat-stained blue tee. Lars didn't seem to mind, and he kept jerking on the wolf, intent to milk out every drop of the old trucker's cock slop. He kept stroking so roughly and so long that Ryan eventually grabbed his wrist. Laughing in a pained, shuddering way, Ryan bleated, "Enough, kid, fuck! That's enough..."

When afterglow rendered him cuddly and dozy, Ryan rolled off of Lars and pressed close to the red panda. Lars pressed back, and though he didn't indulge in Ryan's nuzzling, he returned the rare kisses.

Before the moment had worn completely thin, Ryan slid his paw under Lars' stained shirt and rubbed his belly absently. "You were goin' to Chicago, you said?"

"You misheard me," Lars suavely replied. "I'm going to New York."