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"So... you ever seen anything like that before?"

Stoney pooched out his bottom lip, pinching it under his incisors. He huffed from the sides of his mouth and ran his paws over his ears as if they were long locks of hair in need of straightening. "Honestly," he finally said, "I have no fuckin' idea."

"Well, if you dunno," the old wolf said, tugging down the bill of his hat like the Man with No Name, "papa wolf sure as fuck don't know."

The rabbit watched Ryan saunter off... or try to, anyway. The wolf was tall, carrying his weight well, but his wide ass still sort of wobbled and bobbed from side to side. He didn't quite waddle, but he had an excess of junk in the trunk to carry with him. Stoney watched with a tight, wry smirk. On his greasy face, it was natural to expect a cat call after it. Instead he just followed the wolf around the truck. Impact wrenches and air chucks made conversation difficult, but not impossible.

"I'm not sayin' nobody here does, just, well," Stoney muttered, "I ain't a mechanic full-time, man. This is just my way of payin' for college."

Ryan stopped so fast that the rabbit nearly bumped him. He about-faced with striking speed, and a shit-eating smirk split his face wide open, showing fairly white teeth yellowing towards the bottoms. "College? Did you say college?"

Old fucker sounds like my boyfriend when I said I'd wear panties for his birthday, Stoney thought, smirking at that, a reflection of Ryan's own smirk. "Yyyeah, college, man. Art college. I'mma be a painter."

The wolf folded his arms over his chest loosely, but his bushy eyebrows shot up, impressed. "Painter, huh?" he mused, raising his voice unnaturally over the repetitive scream of an impact wrench. "Like, what? Paintin' buildings? Or doin' happy little accident landscapes?"

"Just painting whatever I want," Stoney said, now miffed. He threw his grease-stained rag over his shoulder and started past the wolf. "Lemme find my supervisor. He can figure out what's up with your truck."

It wasn't too often that men at the shop touched Stoney, but he was tempered to the idea of having strong, male hands on his body anyway. When Ryan grabbed him by the elbow, he therefore felt a certain ambivalence, and he glanced into the old wolf's rusty eyes with a fusion of curiosity and annoyance. "Yeah?" he tartly asked.

Ryan dragged his tongue over his crusty jowls. He glanced around, but only with his eyeballs, not his head; it gave him an adorably shifty look that Stoney found himself liking in spite of himself. "Listen, kid," he suddenly said, pulling the rabbit near. "I kinda... got this thing for college boys."

Stoney's expression turned to bemusement, with a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. This old sunnovabitch is seriously not gonna hit on me, right?

"So I was thinkin'... if you're down to clown, that is," and now Ryan inched closer, easing off the rabbit's elbow, "you and me might do a little something?"

Just on principle, Stoney was about to say no. And then he thought, I fucking hate this job. I suck at it and my boss is a dick. My boyfriend says he'll support me if I wanna just focus on college. So... what the hell? He gave Ryan a brief once-over and said, right when the wolf opened his yap to further his argument, "Sure, old man. Let's fuck."

Ryan blinked. His smile took a moment to catch up with the news, but once it was there, he was happy as a clam. "Well, neat! C'mon, let's do it in the truck."

Now Stoney blinked, but followed Ryan automatically. "Uh--, dude, hey. The truck's in the middle of the shop. Bein' worked on, man."

"Don'tcha like a little thrill, kiddo?" Ryan asked over his shoulder, and he opened up the driver's side door, slipping inside. Stoney looked around. There was activity everywhere, including as near as the rear tires, but nobody was paying attention. He shook his head and followed the wolf up inside, and at Ryan's insistence, he nestled onto the cot behind the seats.

The heat inside was sweltering, and the air ripe with musk and stink. Stoney wrinkled his tender nose against it but didn't say a word on the subject, choosing instead to mutter, "You, um--, whatcha wanna do then, man?"

Snuggling in between the rear wall and the rabbit, making the truck wobble very suspiciously on its wheels, Ryan thoughtfully droned, "Hmm..."

"Well? Didn't get that far?" Stoney snickered.

"Ju-u-ust weighing my options, cutie," Ryan purred, pulling the lanky rabbit closer. Stoney's head was dangerously near the stink of Ryan's armpit, but somehow that made him more appealing. The rabbit didn't exactly want to bury his snout in the wolf's pits, but getting a whiff of that natural male smell was weirdly endearing. "You are just so damn cute. I don't get a lot of bunnies."

Stoney was nearly about to voice his disdain for being called a bunny when a heavy paw on his crotch startled him, cutting him off with a squeak. He couldn't see Ryan very well for the curtain separating the cot from the cab; the whole deal smacked of naughty escapades in closets as a young man.

"All right," Ryan cooed, palming Stoney's half-baked erection through his greasy jeans. "How's about you sit on my face and blow me?"

Just like how he was about to turn Ryan down on principle altogether, Stoney was about to reject this idea - and then he caught himself saying "Fuck yeah. I love rimjobs."

Undressing before Ryan, losing just his bottoms and kicking them against the foot of the cot with a bunch of fast food bags and some old styrofoam cups from assorted gas stations, Stoney found himself wondering if all boys were so galvanized into sex with Ryan or if it was just him. He decided it wasn't worth considering - he wanted to blow the wolf's balls off, and that was all that really mattered, wasn't it?

"Here, just ah," Ryan mumbled, and chuckled, scooting into Stoney's spot as the rabbit stood hunched over him, his head bumping the ceiling, "just siddown from there... careful, it's crowded here." As Stoney's somewhat athletic bottom lowered, blotting out what little light from the shop was available, Ryan chuckled, "Y'know, I managed a threesome back here once. 'Bout broke my elbow, but I nutted twice."

"You don't say," Stoney murmured, and his cheeks met Ryan's cold nose. Even with all his fur, Stoney was compelled to shiver, and he softly moaned. The half-chub he had gave a little throb, and it began to swell as Ryan's rough fur scraped against his inner cheeks. Even before Stoney was fully seated, the old wolf lapped across his taint to which Stoney gasped and bit his lip, feeling very self-conscious of himself because the windows were down.

By the time Stoney actually was settled in on Ryan's snout, the wolf was on the attack, swabbing the part-time mechanic's asshole with reckless slurps and slobbery laps. Dreamy pleasure washed over the rabbit, growing all the more gratifying as Ryan's big, grimy paws grasped his cock. Stoney was fairly well-hung, and his circumcised cock fit well enough in Ryan's large paw. The difference in sizes didn't matter once Ryan started to really stroke.

Stoney glanced down Ryan's thick body, aware of the bulge in the trucker's jeans and also aware of the fact that he was supposed to do something with it. Doubling over meant cutting that jerkoff short, though... although Ryan would have probably made up for it with a butt-tonguing for the ages. It was a hopeless conundrum, eased only when Ryan growled into Stoney's young butt, "Christ, kid, whip my dick out already. You don't gotta play with it, it just hurts like a motherfucker in my jeans!"

"Ah, uh, y-you got it, man," Stoney murmured, loopy on pleasure. Ryan knew how to eat; there was no denying him that. Stoney found himself gyrating into the wolf's face, thinking this is what getting your pussy eaten feels like for girls, isn't it? He grabbed Ryan's crotch, palming the thick nugget in the fly like a polished stone. Underneath, Ryan whorishly groaned and bucked his hips.

Not a moment after Stoney tugged the difficult zipper down, Ryan slopped his tongue inside of the rabbit. There was nothing clever, no rolling or curling it; he just brute-forced it until it slipped inside like a wet noodle. Stoney, not often one for oh-faces, had a particularly spectacular one on and he shot a fat wad of pre into Ryan's paws.

"Ooh... oh, my fuckin' gawd," Stoney laughed. "Holy shi-i-it, old man...!"

Stoney's cut cock throbbed like a beating heart in Ryan's jerking and squeezing paw. He reached for the wolf's prick, which tented his worrisomely-crusty boxers, but he did little more than tickle the head (where he also found a stain of precum so large that he wondered absently if the wolf had pissed a little bit). He wanted to go down on Ryan, difficult as that was with his notable incisors, but he couldn't. Ryan's tongue up his ass and nose in his crack left him stiff as a board in more than one way. He rested his paws on his knees and grimaced against the pleasure; he was going to pop, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Fuck, fuck, old man. I'm sorry, I can't--, I can't do you right now," Stoney bleated. "Oh fu-u-uck...!" Not a moment after he blurted that, Stoney blinked and froze, peeking out of the curtains like a wild animal hiding in the undergrowth. He waited, waited, waited for a co-worker to find him... as Ryan licked, licked, licked the inside of his ass, spreading slobber in places the rabbit had forgotten existed.

"S'all right," Stoney thought he heard Ryan mumble, but he could have been mistaken.

What Stoney wasn't mistaken about was his orgasm: he was having one. Like the pain after a carpet burn, it came on sudden and sharp, wracking his body with overwhelming sensations which he was hard-pressed to keep a lid on. He grit his teeth, whimpering through them as he blasted his fat load into the wolf's fingers. It oozed, sluicing through his digits, adding to the mess on a white shirt already crusty with ketchup and drool and jizz and grease from years past. He gyrated on Ryan's long, grizzly snout, trying to actually fuck himself with the wolf's nose, but the tongue was all he got - and the tongue was what he continued to get, since Ryan kept digging it in deeper and deeper even as Stoney clenched in his orgasm.

Soon, however, Stoney couldn't take anymore. He didn't even care about stealth anymore. "Fuck, man, fuck! Stop, I'm way too sensitive now, you gotta--, you gotta stop! Oh, god...!"

He was doubled over with Ryan's clothed dick right beneath his nose, so potent in its masculinity that he could smell the coppery stink of the wolf's precum. Ryan eased off his cock, but he kept on slobbering for another solid ten seconds. When he finally did draw his tongue back, he left the rabbit's anus a slightly swollen ring, as if it'd been fucked. It would be gleaming with spittle for hours.

"Mmm! You got a tasty ass, kiddo," Ryan snarled. "I wanna fuck it."

"All right... yeah," Stoney puffed, falling forward on Ryan. The wolf's covered cock rubbed on the side of his head, and he could count his pulse with it. "But not here, man. Just take me wherever the fuck you want and rail me."

Ryan snickered, palming Stoney's legs. His feet were awkwardly braced on the wall. "What about your fucking job, kiddo?"

"Aw, fuck my job," the rabbit suddenly said.

"If that's how you feel, boy," the trucker chuckled. "Let papa wolf ju-u-ust get his pants up and get outta here... I gotta pay for the half-assed work you did, then we're gonna scoot on outta here. I know a good little motel we can get freaky in."

As for Stoney, he just stayed put on the filthy cot. Ryan might've been a total stranger, but he was all right; and better than that, Stoney was done with his shitty job. The four or so hours of rough anal sex that followed were just the celebration.