Alone on a Backroad
#1 of Louisiana Trip
Gay
Mosquitoes, horseflies, and the scattered sounds of frogs chirping in dirty swamps filled the air on a humid July evening. A figure wondering along the battered and broken road looked completely out of place from his surroundings, what you'd expect would be a cow, alligator, maybe even a canine for this part of Louisiana - but no, what you got was an Arctic Wolf way out of his element, protruding out from his surroundings like a pimple. His name was Barrett.
Regularly he would hear a car or two coasting along a few miles behind him, but the cars never appeared, just locals making their way home after doing god knows whatever. The dying sun was splashing less and less warmth on his shoulders. Before he knew it, it was going to be dark soon, and he would be isolated in the darkness. "..Fuck, man.. Aradia was wrong about this place, hotter than hell. Twenty-mile mark.. twenty-mile mark.." He found himself echoing after the dim yellow signs outlining the cracked concrete.
Whenever he was sent abroad for this sort of trip, he usually had some sort of camping equipment with him, but Aradia forbade it for "Good luck". Bah, she was a witch, what was he supposed to find in the swamp without being able to camp? He swore at the woman a couple of times under his breath until he heard the sound of an engine draw closer than any of the others, he could hear the huff and hiss of an eighteen wheeler. It was slowing down, the light basked along his back and cast nearly a fifty-foot shadow down the barren road.
"Hey kid, what the hell are you doin' out here?!" A voice called out from the cab of the truck, gruff and deep, that native reptilian growl to it.
"..Erm.. Tryin' to travel up to Coon!" Barrett shouted back, his pale white fur growing dim as the light passed, the cab of the truck lined up with the Wolf. The hum of local radio from the 60's reached his ears as the dirty window creaked down to reveal an older Alligator inside the cab, a half-burnt cigar hanging from the corner of his maw. He had a rough looking figure, seasoned shoulders lead down to a protruding beer belly, covered by a lightly oil stained, white wife-beater. He had an eyebrow cocked up, revealing those judgmental, golden-brown eyes of his on Barrett.
"Hmph.. Damn, kid. That's nearly two dozen'uh mile from here. Need a lift?" His voice hid something sinister, yet tender at the same time. He was being genuine at the very least.
Barrett didn't have much of any other choice at this point -- Either go with Daddy Gator or pretty much meet a slow death by horseflies. "Thanks, man," the wolf murmured to him as he popped the handle to the cab, hopping up and sneaking into the passenger's side, "name's Barrett." The Cabin stank of alcohol and day-old sweat from the Gator's armpits, sweat trails stained underneath his arms and drained downward. It smelled sweet, sour, burned his nose.. got a slight bulge going on in his old jeans.
"Barrett.. cute name, son. Folks call me Pops, but the name's Carter." The wolf's cheeks burned hotter than the flames of hell, he could swear that canine nose of his could pick up something else.. mating musk? Oh shit, that means that Carter could smell his. When Barrett glanced back over at him, the dim light of a street lamp lit the inside of the cab enough for his eyes to make something out. The gator was turned towards him as he drove, legs spread and his zipped parted just a bit. He pretended not to notice at all, he kept his cold eyes on the road as he tapped the smoldering ashes of his cigar out the window.
"..Pops, you got anything to drink? I haven't had anything since Baton Rouge." Barrett asked softly with a frail submissive whimper to his voice,
which seized the awareness of the gator.
Carter's lips stretched into a twisted, fang-filled smirk, he leaned to the side to blow awful-smelling smoke out of the cracked window. "Ain't got a thing, kid. But.. you could help me with somethin'. Bit 'uh payment for me gettin' you a'ways." The pair of them shared a fleeting moment of quiet just to process what was just offered. The wolf responded with a quiet, "Erm.. what?"
That sneer of Pops' only got wider, a lustful growl rumbled deep in his leather throat. "Kid, I gotta take a piss.. Lemme see that maw 'uh yers." Barrett's body went into a full-on panic mode, it's as if the tiny people in his mind were pulling and pressing every knob and button in his mind. They ultimately chose to shove his brain and heart to the side and listen to what's in his pants. "..A warm drink, but fuck it."
Barrett brought his paw to the seatbelt locked in at his left hip, pressing into the red button as the belt released his chest. Hearing this, Pops gave him a look over and licked his lips, "Good boy, pup. Come and drink from Daddy..." The canine rolled onto his hip, and then to his belly, though his head only rests on the centerplace between the two. He kicked himself over to the Gator's lap and took a deep sniff of the air around his crotch.
Hot, stinking air rushed into his lungs, poisoning his mind with Gator pheromones and the old scent of piss stains on his year-old underwear. He used two claws to peel the rest of his dirty jeans down to his knees, then just to tease him, he used his teeth to pull down his stained boxers. It brought a hot huff from the Gator above him, his plump beer belly provided a good place for Barrett to rest his head as he got a good look at the dick of his.
A plump, somewhat short but incredibly thick member plopped out before him, juicy foreskin hid the delicious head from the world around it. His leathery balls had an impressive weight to them, leathery in texture but saggy, full of cum the likes that the Canine hadn't seen in his entire life. The tip of his dick leaked clear, unscented pre-cum which drooped in strings across his balls, it was a sight to behold.
Barrett brought his maw down to the foreskin, analyzing it, he hadn't been with a guy with one before. He'd bring his pawpads to either side of the skin, peeling it back with a soft 'shhlk' that made the Gator above him shiver and stir, huffing even harder. "Like that daddy dick, little pup?" He growled down at him dominantly. The gator's head shined with what seemed like months of pent-up precum that kept it all lubed up, Barrett brought his mouth down and licked at the head of it. Carter moaned as a response, clenching his teeth and hissing, he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. "Boy, stop teasin'.. gonna make me cum."
The canine's black lips stretched into a fair smirk and did as his daddy said. He wrapped his soft lips around the head of his dick and let his nose bury into his crotch, huffing and breathing in his drug-like musk as he suckled on him as it were a tit. The Gator let out a soft sigh and brought another breath into his hardy lungs before he let deep, dark piss run out into the canine's mouth.
Barrett gagged out, his facial features cringed at the absolutely wretched taste of the fat Gator's dehydrated piss - but he stayed a loyal pup and decided to test the waters, so to speak. He quickly swallowed a bit of the stuff three times to test the taste, as you would with a fine wine. He found it to be.. Jesus, amazing. He had gotten used to the taste, so he let his cheeks puff out with Gator piss before he swallowed it down into his gurgling belly. Pops growled, "Fuck yeah, that feels good, Barrett.." The canine decided to go all in. He slurped and sucked on the dick in his maw, causing the steady stream to waver a bit at the most, but that was the least of Pop's troubles.
Barrett slid the dick down his throat and let Carter piss directly down into his stomach, the canine let out a few gurgled moans, absolutely loving it. He deepthroated and sucked on that musky cock until he was done stuffing his stomach with piss.. but Carter quickly switched tones. The wolf sensed a leathery hand on the rear of his head dig claws into his fur, forcing him to go the speed that the Gator wanted him to go on his fat, hardened cock. As they passed the sign into Coon, with one hand on the steering wheel and one on the wolf's head, he blew his smelly load all over Barrett's awaiting tongue. The wolf eagerly swallowed, he was lucky that he was in his 20's, that he had this much lust pent up within him. That tasty three cups of cum slept in his belly, Carter grumbled, "J-Jesus christ.. better than muh' wife does it..." He popped his flaccid cock out of the hungry wolf's mouth and let him slip his seatbelt back in. He stopped in front of a motel at near midnight, his face burning red and his breathing rapid and deep from their activities. He handed Barrett a fifty dollar bill with his number on it.
"You better call me, pup."
This is my first story on here, the most I'm looking for right now is criticism! Want to know how I can improve, don't be afraid to hold back. I'll do commissions in the future~