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Gas, Grass, Or... ** A Good Time**

Well it was finally official. Life sucked big time. Wait, on second thought, not only did it SUCK, but it also sort of blowed too. Majorly so in fact! Or... at least that's how a certain young pig named Fredrick Macalister felt as he slowly trudged his way down a lonely stretch of sunbaked desert highway one summery afternoon.

Tilting his head back, looking skywards for a moment, Fredrick, or Freddy as he preferred, sighed lightly to himself. This had to be, without a doubt, the worse day of his entire life. Well, one of the worse days anyway. There was one other day that toped it when he truly thought the subject over.

Either way, here he was. Car busted and broken down ten miles back. Smartphone completely drained of power. And worst of all, his tummy growling angrily at him because he had been foolishly forgotten to bring any sort of food with him when he had set out in search of some sort of help.

Given how dire this whole situation Freddy is trapped in sounds right now I bet quite a few of you are wondering how the poor, downtrodden nineteen year old ended up stranded. Well, his current predicament could be summed up as all the fault of one solitary person in his life. A man who went by the name of Jackson Macalister. Or, as he was better known to our boy Freddy here, Dear Old Dad.

You see for the last six years of his young life Freddy and his father had what could at best be described as a tumultuous relationship. The older hog's intense animosity towards his eldest son fueled in part to the fact that Freddy had had the nerve to come out to him and his wife all the way back when he was just thirteen years old. News which neither of the strictly religious pigs took to finding out very well.

Ever since that infamous day not a moment had gone by where Jackson hadn't made his displeasure towards Freddy known. He'd mock him every chance he got. Glare at him with disgust when he walked by. And worse of all outright became aggressively abusive sometimes.

It was all a vicious, never-ended cascade of cruel treatment that only seemed to grow worse and worse the longer Freddy failed to properly "straighten up" as the Macalister patriarch had oh, so elegantly put it one time.

Freddy's mother, Janet Macalister, hadn't been any better on the subject when dealing with his offspring's true sexuality either. Though instead of becoming hostile and cruel towards her son like her husband the sow instead became distant and dismissive of him. Most days she barely even talked to Freddy. And when she was absolutely forced to interact with him it was only in the form of passed along messages delivered by one of the teen's younger brothers.

After six whole years of this sort of nastiness Freddy had opted to move out of his childhood home as soon as he had graduated from high school. A decision that both his Mom and Dad agreed with wholeheartedly when he timidly told them about it. Mostly because they wanted him out of the house just as much as he wanted to leave.

So in the end everything was settled without much fanfare. Gathering up what little savings he had Freddy packed his bags and made plans to move in with an old high school friend who had moved out to the other side of the country. A whole two-thousand plus miles away from everything he had ever known. It was drastic, sure, but it was something he knew he just had to do. Freddy wanted his own life and to make it on his own without the constant judgment of his family hounding him and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Only catch in the plan though was that since he wouldn't have the extra money to waste on a plane ticket that meant that Freddy would have to drive himself all the way out there to his friend's apartment in Boston by himself. A journey that he wasn't too keen on making at first considering that he had never traveled alone before.

However, Freddy's concerns quickly gave way to a sort of excitement when he realized something. This was probably the only chance he would ever get to go on an honest to goodness road trip! Something he had always wanted to do after seeing an old movie about two guys going on one way back when he had been a pudgy little piglet sitting in front of the TV.

Yup. He was going to hit the road in style. Eat at all greasy little diners and fast food places along the way. See some roadside attractions. And most of all get to see the wider world out there he had always wanted to see. It was going to be fun. An adventure he'd never ever forget.

Unfortunately for Freddy's optimism though, any excitement he had towards his trip quickly vanished into thin air a few days after he left home the Saturday after graduation. Several horrible events he came across on the road not only destroying the fantasy he held concerning road trips but also his very outlook on life itself.

The first of these unforeseen problems had arisen just an hour into the drive when he had gotten a flat tire in some backwater town called Spoonerville. An accident that had cost Freddy quite a bundle to fix thanks in part to a fast-talking used car salesman who had convinced him to buy an old used tire from his shady as hell used car lot.

The most annoying thing about the whole event too was that Freddy had been all set to tell the bastard to go to hell after hearing the price. But then, just as he was about to open his mouth, he was introduced to the conman's sexy as hell mechanic and suddenly all higher brain functions left the horny young man's mind. Both of the older men easily tricking him out of half of his cash before he managed to get away with his "new" tire and a horribly frustrating tent in the front of his jeans that just wouldn't go away for the rest of the day.

The next thing to go wrong after that had been when Freddy had stopped at a fast food place for lunch on his second day out. There he had been walking back to his car after getting a few hamburgers and a milkshake for the road, when some punk biker with a cockney accent snatched his wallet away right out of his hands. The sudden robbery happening so quickly that Freddy didn't even have time to process what had happened before the mangy wolf and his large beaver friend rode off on their bikes with another good chunk of his cash reserves in hand.

Then, just when it appeared that the worse of the worse had already happened to him, Freddy old third-hand jalopy had gone and clunked out on him just as he was driving their way through a large isolated stretch of scorching desert in the southwest. The poor old girl giving one last pitiful sputter before it lurched forwards a few times and stopped as smoke began bellowing out from under its slightly rusty hood.

And that, everyone, is how Freddy Macalister ended up where he was right now. Broke, exhausted, drenched in sweat, and just about to give up all hope in the world as he entered his sixth consecutive hour of walking his way down the highway in search of any sign of civilization. A task which he was quickly starting to believe he'd fail at considering just how long it had been since he had started hiking and the closer nightfall came.

Legs cramping again as he approached a large rock on the side of the road Freddy quickly decided it was time for a short break before he collapsed and waddled over to it. Plopping down onto the stony respite the portly porker sighed softly to himself again. One thick pudgy arm used to wipe away the accumulated sweat from his brow before he gave up all pretense to dignity and lifted up the bottom of his off brand band logo t-shirt and aired out his heated and sweaty torso.

Freddy was, as could be expected for his being a pig, a short and hefty boy in both size and shape. Body having long ago gone soft and slightly rubenesque thanks in part to spending the entirety of his early childhood and adolescence sitting on his parent's old couch watching TV and eating way too much junk food.

That's not to say that Freddy wasn't attractive in some ways of course. There was something about the boy and his chubbiness that gave off an air of cuteness that was hard to ignore. The light fleshy pink of his skin, the brightness of his big brown eyes, and the tuff of golden blond hair atop his floppy eared head making him quite the bit of eye candy to those who were into that sort of thing.

Truth be told though, Freddy was completely oblivious as to just how many heads he always turned whenever he went out in public or online. All of his nerdish attentions more focused on the latest big video game release than any sort of romantic of sexual pursuit. That was unless you counted his vast collection of internet porn on his laptop. A subject he had become quite the coinsure of during his lonely teenaged years.

But of course the newest game or hottest video on SpoogeTube were the furthest things from Freddy's mind that heated afternoon as he sat there ruminating over the turn his life had taken. No. All he wanted then and there was a nice cold drink or maybe something to eat. Oh! Or better yet for someone, anyone, to take pity on him and give him a ride before he keeled over from heat exhaustion.

Not that he was truly holding his breath over that last wish coming true. It had been hours and hours since Freddy had last seen another person. And even then that guy in that car had just laughed and flipped him off before speeding down the road with a dusty vroom. The rude display proving just how much of a jerk he was.

"Guess it's too much to ask for someone on this trip to be nice to me huh guys?" Freddy jokingly asked the several nearby cacti growing a few feet away from his rock.

When no response came from the prickly plants in his presence Freddy huffed heavily and reluctantly stood again with a grunt. Sitting around talking to the local flora wasn't going to help him get out of the mess he was in, he supposed. Nope. Only walking for god knew how much longer would save him in the end. A truly unpleasant truth for him considering just how much he hated all the exercise he was getting that day.

But just before Freddy could take his next lazy step towards wherever he was going something caught his attention that had him stopping dead in his tracks. Ears perking up, the boy suddenly heard a loud rumbling coming from the direction he had come from. The sound growing so loud that he spun around hoping it was what he thought it was.

Sure enough, coming down the road was a large booming sixteen-wheeler. The vehicle appearing over the horizon like manna from heaven to the tired teen's relieved vision. Not passing up a chance for rescue when he saw one, Freddy instantly sprang into action when he spotted this truck. Raising both his short doughy arms into the air and waving them about he ran out into the middle of the road unconcerned with just how dangerous it was. There was no way he was going to let this guy get away!

Thankfully for Freddy's health, instead of being run over, his frantic signaling seemed to do the trick this time. The glittering tractor trailer suddenly slowing down to near crawl before it lurched to a noisy, dusty stop a few hundred feet away from the pig with a shrill hiss of its air breaks.

"Thank goodness! Something goes right for a change today!" Freddy exclaimed. Sure, it might not be the smartest idea getting a ride from a stranger, but really what choice did he have. It was either this or continuing walking. Something which he was not going to do no matter what!

Smiling like a loon now that he had been saved Freddy wasted no time in racing over to the truck idling in front of him and over to its driver's side door. Craning his neck upwards once he was there he went to greet the driver behind the wheel and thank him for stopping. Or, at least that's what he tried to do.

Thanks in part to the brightness of the sun shining high above them the only thing the chunky swine could really make out about the trucker seated above him was a backlit silhouette. A very large, very frightening silhouette he observed. So much so that without realizing it Freddy's whole body went stiff as he stared up at it. Fear and bad memories of his also very large father coming back to him like a brick to the head.

It was only when the obscured man inside of the truck began speaking that Freddy was broken out of his unexpected bout of stunned silence. The deep, velvety smooth rural cadence he heard instantly making him feel much calmer as he was drawn back to the present.

"Y'all need something from me boy?" Whoever they were asked. The use of the word "boy" emphasized and elongated. "Or did ya just have me pull over so you can get a better look at old Betsy here. I know she's a beaut but I'm on a schedule, ya'know."

Cheeks heating up at the teasing tone being used on him Freddy scratched the back of his neck with an awkward laugh. "N-No... I-I mean yes sir! I do need something." He bashfully began. "My car sorta broke down a while back and I could really use a ride to someplace that has a phone."

"Ain't y'all got one of them fancy computer phones you kids carry around nowadays?" The trucker questioned.

Taking out his phone Freddy held it up and showed off its blank screen. "I sorta forgot to charge it last night." He explained. Then pleading his case again he bit at his bottom lip. "Please sir. I promise I won't take up too much of your time."

For his begging Freddy earned himself a slow baritone chuckle from the other man. It's almost rhythmic sound causing his stomach to do a flip for reasons he only partially understood. "Well since y'all seem to be in a real pickle out here I 'spose I could help ya." The man said. "'Course it'll cost ya something young'un. Ain't no free rides in life or in this here rig of mine."

A frown appearing on his lips Freddy nervously glanced around. Trapped out there all alone in the middle of nowhere with a stranger, he wasn't quite sure that he liked how ominous that sounded. "What'll I owe you sir?" He asked, wary of the answer. "It's not my liver or anything is it?"

Again Freddy heard that deep chuckle from the trucker. "Nah son, ain't nothing that extreme." He assured. "All I'm asking fer is for y'all ta honor the first rule of hitchhiking. Pretty reasonable request on my part iffin I say so."

"Rule of hitchhiking?" Freddy said back mystified. He had never heard of any hitchhiking ruled before. That was unless you counted the ones in that old sci-fi movie based on some book. "What is this rule?" He decided to asked after a moment."

"It's real simple son..." The trucker drawled with an amused huff. "...Whenever a hitchhiker like yerself is lucky enough ta get picked up he has-ta show his gratitude by handing over either some cash, some grass, or some... heh-heh-heh ya'know, Good times."

Though unsure about what the other man meant by "good times" Freddy instantly relax when he heard the explanation. The request definitely wasn't as bad as he first thought. "Okay then sir. I think I can give you some cash." He happily agreed. "I mean, it's the least I can do if you give me a ride."

What almost sounded like a disappointed hum floated down from above the teenager at that. "Alrighty then boy, hurry yerself up and get in here." The trucker said curtly. "I'll take ya as far as the rest stop twenty miles down the road from here if that'll suffice."

Freddy eagerly nodded to the conditions of his ride. "That's more than fine sir." He said.

Their deal made Freddy quickly went to do as he'd been told and raced around the front of the big rig. Pulling open the passenger's side door once he got there he clumsily climbed his way up the side of the vehicle. The air condition he felt coming from inside the cabin practically orgasmic to him as he entered and settled in for the long ride ahead.

However, just after he had closed the door behind himself Freddy suddenly noticed something about the truck's interior that had him pausing for a moment. Sniffing at the air around him, Freddy found himself assaulted by an overwhelming, and oddly enticing, odor that permeated the small chamber he was in.

On that he found both parts richly earthy and warmly comforting as it washed over him. So much so that without realizing what he was doing he ended up closing his eyes and inhaling it as deeply as he could while sitting there next to the trucker who had kindly stopped to give him a lift.

Speaking of his rescuer, shyly opening his eyes after savoring the scent he'd discovered after a few moments Freddy turned and got his first clear look at the man besides him. The visage his quickly widening eyes landed on quite the pleasing one he noted despite his earlier trepidation towards the trucker.

Middle-aged and heavyset man appeared to be a canine of some sort. A rather big and impressive breed that was covered from head to toe in a luscious coat of chocolate brown fur. Intense coloration that starkly contrasted with the bright red, grays, and blacks of his plaid patterned, buttoned up shirt and the light blue of the faded stonewashed jeans he wore.

All that, alongside the stereotypical red trucker's hat atop his head floppy eared head and ancient looking cowboy boots on his feet made the dog look like one of the many men Freddy often drooled over during his private fantasies. Mature men with big bulges and bigger bellies that made the pig cum more times than he could possibly keep track of.

Not that Freddy was going to bring all that up right now. He may have been a horny little near-virgin but he wasn't a stupid one. Someone like the man across from him--A big, strong looking old-fashioned sort of guy--probably wouldn't be too happy to find out that his new male passenger found him attractive. He'd most likely toss Freddy right back out into the desert. That or do something much, much worse to him.

The racket of the engine starting up breaking him out of his intense introspection Freddy let out a yelp as the vehicle he was in suddenly jerked forward with a low rumble. The wind outside whipping loudly against the sides of the semi as they rolled along down the road steadily picking up speed.

"Woah, this thing can really take off!" Freddy observed with small laugh. This was the first time he had ever been inside of a sixteen-wheeler before. Kind of exciting in a way.

Peering over at the trucker Freddy was taken aback to see that the older man was partially watching him out of the corner of one of his dark green eyes. "Yeah, she sure can son." He said, small smirk on his muzzle. "Told ya ta buckle up and all when y'all got in but ya seemed sorta distracted by something."

Cheeks instantly pinkening when he realized he had been caught sniffing and staring Freddy stumbled to give an excuse before the worse could be thought of him. "S-Sorry about that sir." He apologized. "I... I um, I've just never seen someone as big as you before! Yeah, that's it!"

The trucker's right eyebrow raised ever so slightly. "You saying I'm fat boy?" He said, sounding peeved.

Realizing that what he had accidentally implied Freddy quickly gasped out in pure mortification. "I-I wasn't saying you were fat sir! Honest!" He amended with haste. "I j-just meant that you're really tall. I mean like really, really, really tall and I thank that's just grea--"

An uproarious round of laughter broke through Freddy scrambling apology. The trucker grinning back over at him madly once he was through. "Calm down son. I was just joshing you there for a moment." He explained with an amused snort. "And e'yup, we Newfies are known fer being big'uns. 'Course my daddy was even bigger than me."

Pushing aside the fact that there was someone even larger out there Freddy cocked his head to the side, instantly made curious by the new word he heard. "Newfie?"

"It's a nickname for us Newfoundland Dogs." Shifting his attention off of the road for a moment to fully face Freddy the trucker kept grinning. "You really like asking people questions, don't ya? Shame y'all don't got the manners ta do so after introducing yerself first. Pretty rude if ya ask me."

"OH!" Understanding how rude he was coming off again Freddy sent the "Newfie" an apologetic look. "S-Sorry about sir. I think the heat outside got to my head." Taking a deep breath he held his hand out. "I'm Freddy. Freddy Macalister."

Taking the offered hand in his own, large furry paw completely engulfing Freddy's smaller one, the trucker chuckled. "Go by Douglas Morrison myself. But y'all only have-ta use the first part of it if you'll please." He said. "Nice ta meet ya Freddy."

"Nice to m-meet you too Douglas." Freddy returned with an unsure smile. Their handshake ending after a few lingering moments he flexed his pudgy fingers, hand still pleasantly warm. "Thanks for picking me up by the way." He added. "I was almost a goner out there."

"Well I couldn't as well just leave ya out there ta melt away now, could I?" Douglas teased, his focus returning to the road as he sniggered at his own joke. "Wouldn't be polite of me and all that."

"Heh, yeah I guess it wouldn't." Freddy agreed with a little giggle. "I must be really lucky that a gentleman like you came by when he did, huh?"

"Damn straight y'all are son." Douglas agreed with another sideways look over at the boy. "Damn... straight..."

Falling into a comfortable silence after that quick exchange Freddy ended up spending the rest of his ride across the desert quietly observing the passing scenery while occasionally sneaking a peak at the man next to him.

Yeah, he knew he shouldn't be doing so but in the end he just couldn't help himself. There was just something almost supernatural about Douglas that kept drawing the pig to him like a moth to a flame. A strange warmth that constantly radiated off of the trucker. It's comforting, familiar aura making the teenager feel incredibly at ease and safe despite the fact that the two of them had only just met.

Basking in this pleasant sensation as they continued on their way Freddy unexpected started to feel himself drift off to sleep. The steady vibrations of the tractor-trailer's engine combined with the placating scent from earlier and the warmth coming off Douglas lulling him slowly into a state of sleepy calmness that was very much needed after walking so far that day.

However, not a moment after Freddy had closed his eyes--the very first vestiges of sleep claiming him--the truck unexpectedly lurched to a stop once again. It's sudden jerking movements nearly launching him right out of his seat as he snapped wide awake with a startled shout.

"Well, here we are son!" Douglas announced in a boisterous way. "Y'all have yerself a good nap over there?"

Blinking as he righted himself back in his seat properly Freddy gave Douglas a perplexed look. "We're already here?" He asked skeptically. "But I only fell asleep for a moment and you said it was twenty miles away?"

"Well don't people lose track of time when they all fall sleep?" Douglas casually asked, eyes firmly facing forwards as he spoke. "Would have woken ya up an' all but you just looked so darn peaceful that I didn't have the heart ta do so."

Still a little doubtful about how far they had actually gone Freddy reluctantly shifted his attention away from Douglas and gazed out through the windshield. It was hard to believe but sure enough laid out before them was a large and strangely busy for the middle of nowhere roadside rest stop. One barring an old fashioned diner, a small strip mall with a few mom and pop shops, some kind of off brand gas station, and lastly an old motor lodge style motel that had seen better days. Heck, there were even a few small houses in the distance that signaled a town nearby.

"Where the heck did all this come from." Freddy exclaimed as they turned and drove into the area. "I didn't see any of this anywhere on the map app I was using."

Driving them over towards a group of other parked semi-trucks by the gas station Douglas shrugged at Freddy' astonishment. "That don't really surprise me none." He said after a moment. "Pendleton Corner is a real small town. Only us long haul truckers and the locals really come out this here way."

"Still, shouldn't I have seen a sign or something down the road for that town?" Freddy continued to prod, brows furrowing as he tried to figure out the strangeness before him. "I mean a place this big and busy has to have some king of advert--UGH!!"

Wind half knocked out of him as they banked a hard right Freddy abruptly let out a grunt as Douglas pulled them into a parking space just a little too fast. Left reeling in the aftermath of this unexpected maneuver Freddy glared over at his newfound acquaintance a little annoyed, Douglas seemingly ignoring the dirty look he sent him as he shifted his truck into park.

"Well, like I said before: Here we are boy." Douglas repeated as he yanked his keys free from the ignition. Pushing open the door he grunted as he shifted himself, facing outwards. "Don't know about you son but after all the driving I'm hankering myself a big ol' helping of pie."

Irritation changing into slight disappointment when he saw that the ride was over Freddy watched as Douglas hopped down from his seat and landed on the asphalt parking lot with surprising grace for someone his size and age. Attempting to mimic him however after he opened his own door Freddy only ended up embarrassing himself. The pig unsurprisingly losing his footing as he lowered himself from the truck's cabin and hurtling down to the ground with a frightened cry of panic.

Freddy's rough landing never came however. Because just before he could fully topple over a pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders, steadying him back on his feet. "Careful there now son." Douglas said, almost fatherly. "Wouldn't do ta have ya crack that noggin open after I went and saved y'all now."

"Um, yeah... sure." Was Freddy's distracted response as he tried to figure out how the big man had been there to rescue him. Hadn't Douglas been on the other side of the truck a moment ago?

Shaking off his confusion however as the trucker continued to hold him. Both hands resting on the boy's upper arms as their eyes met. Freddy felt himself suddenly go weak in the knees. The simple feel of the older man's touch causing his pants to grow uncomfortably tight.

How could one simple touch so thoroughly arouse him that quickly!? He had always been able to control himself in the past. Now here he was, a tent threatening to form in his jeans as he stood there being innocently manhandled.

Coughing to distract himself when things became too much Freddy tried to avoid the intense gaze settled on him. "S-So I guess I should g-give you that money I promised, huh?" He mumbled. "H-How much do I owe you?"

For his offer Freddy quickly received a dismissive wave. "Oh never y'all mind that anymore." Douglas said. "Just consider me helping ya as a free ride from a new friend. I appreciated the company honestly. Gets awful lonely on the road sometimes."

"But I couldn't possibly..."

Voice trailing off as Douglas patted him in the shoulder before turning to leave Freddy sighed forlornly and quietly watched as the canine departed. His obvious destination being the diner across the way. It was odd. For someone so large. So gruff looking. The "Newfie" had turned out to be a really nice man in the end. Friendly, warm, and apparently very charitable. The perfect combination personality-wise in Freddy's mind.

Then of course there were his physical traits which Freddy found just as attractive. To put things simply Douglas was just plain sexy as hell! A notion the boy was once again made painfully aware of when he let his eyes drift down the larger man's broad back to his meaty backside. The sight of that jean clad bottom causing the teen's own drawers to feel even more uncomfortably tight than they already did as he lewdly lusted after it.

Again, it was only when a noise reached his ears, a pair of giggling kids who ran past him playing, that Freddy returned to the present. The reminder that he had come to the rest stop for a reason resurfacing quickly despite the loudness of his restrained libido's call. There was a phone call to made and God damn it Freddy was going to find somewhere to make it!

Problem was just where should he look? After quickly adjusting himself in his jeans Freddy scanned the area and decided on trying for the gas station first. There wasn't a phone booth or anything outside of it but hey, maybe they had a land line.

Heading towards it at a brisk pace the young man absently inspected the new location he now found himself in. It truly was crowded despite its remoteness. Yet, as he absorbed this fact something else stuck out in the his curious mind. Something Freddy had previously overlooked when him and Douglas were driving into the parking lot moments ago but now he found quite distracting.

Oddly enough the other people visiting the rest stop appeared to be dressed up in vintage early century clothing. Outfits you'd often see in those old black and white movies and TV shows on the classics channel. Women in long, plain dresses and men wearing stiff looking business suits complete with little fedoras. Even the children present were dressed like it was seventy years ago. Was there some sort of historical festival going on in the little town a few miles away or something? Maybe that was why so many people there today.

Left pondering the local's strange choice in wardrobe as he reached the gas station Freddy decided to muse over it later and proceed to enter the little establishment. Setting foot inside he took a moment to scan the store in search for a phone. However instead of that he only found a bored looking man behind a counter at the very back of the room. An elderly gopher who aimed an annoyed glare Freddy's way as he cautiously began approaching him.

"Hello." Freddy said trying to sound friendly as he stepped up to the counter. "I was wondering if I could possibly use your phone, maybe? Oh, and I guess a phone book too? I'm not from around here."

"I can tell that by how your dressed sonny!" Was the waspish response from the crotchety man behind the register. "Also, phone's only for payin' customers! So either buy somethin' or get out!"

Thinking fast Freddy reached down and picked up one of the many candy bars being displayed on the shelving in front of the counter. "Will buying this count?" He asked, holding it out. "I can buy another one if it isn't."

Glower only intensifying at the cheeky question the gopher rudely snatched the sugary confection out of Freddy's hand and rung it up. "That'll be twenty cents for the candy." He huffed. "As for the phone, it's in the corner. Try and not spend all day using it."

Handing over the appropriate change from his pocket--a rather small amount he noted--Freddy quietly took his purchase and made his way over to where the gopher had indicated. Upon walking up to device however the blond quickly had to do a double take, the small rotary phone with an old phone book next to it he found atop a small table there causing bewilderment.

'Yikes! And here I thought mom was old fashioned with her flip phone.' The boy cringed while staring down at it. 'Thing's practically antique.'

"Hey! I said make it snappy over there!" The store owner shouted from somewhere behind him. "I have ta get back to my nap before dinnertime!"

Rolling his eyes at the rude older man Freddy quickly set about making his phone call as to not incur his wrath any longer. Picking up the phone book first he flipped through it carefully. The number of what appeared to be the only towing service slash mechanic in the area only discovered after a great deal of searching on his part.

Imputing the digits afterwards--a truly momentous task considering that he had never used a rotary before--Freddy was instantly disheartened when instead of another person answering his call it was a prerecorded messaged that picked up. It's chipper tone of little solace to the hog as listened to it with a whiney sounding sigh.

"Hello and welcome to Gus' Towing Service!" A slow male voice over the line said. "We're sorry but we're not open at this time. You can always reach us again tomorrow during the regular business hours of "Six. A. M" and "Five. P. M". We thank you for calling and hope you have a pleasant eve--Click!"

Placing the receiver back on its hook before the message could fully finish its spiel Freddy released a frustrated puff of air. It figured that the only towing place around would be closed already. That of course left him with one very serious question. What was he going to do now that his original plan of getting help had failed?

Departing the store and it's grumpy owner in a depressed state after thanking him Freddy sluggishly walked back across the parking lot with a heavy gait in his step. "Alright Fredrick time to think about what to do next." He told himself. "Can't get back to the car before night hits. So maybe I should just... ... ... god I don't know what to do! I'm trapped!"

Peering around as he continued to sulk Freddy's vision eventually landed on the diner Douglas had gone into. Hadn't the older man mentioned something about there being pie in there? Maybe if Freddy got himself a slice he'd be able to think better on a full stomach.

"Plus, I am sorta hungry after all that damn walking." Freddy said with a thoughtful nod.

Going with his idea Freddy made a beeline for the retro diner in the distance. The pudgy bodied youth taking it slow as he visually inspected where he was heading to. The diner up ahead truly looked like something right out of the past. Large and rectangular it was covered with reflective metal siding. It's exterior barring many old advertisements and gaudy neon signs. The largest of which sat atop its roof, it's bubbly lettering spelling out the words "Mary's Eatery: Best Pies In Town" in bright florescence neon pink.

It turned out that the interior was just as dated as the outside too Freddy observed once he reached the door. Entering the restaurant he was met with a spotless checkerboard floor of white and black tiles. Monochromatic patterning that went all the way up to a matching luncheonette complete with over a dozen bright red cushioned metal stools lined up in front of it.

"This place almost looks like it's brand new." Freddy commented as he approached the only empty seat at the counter. "That's... really weird. Who'd spend money on a diner this fancy all the way out in the des--"

"Hey son, OVER HERE! It's me Douglas!!" A very familiar, and very loud voice rang out from across the room. It's volume causing a surprised Freddy to forget what he was thinking as he tripped over his own feet owlishly looking around.

Frantically searching out where the shout had come from Freddy quickly found a grinning Douglas seated at one of the many booths lined up against the side of the narrow building. The large canine enthusiastically motioning at him to approach while simultaneously eating from a large pie tin with a half-eaten pie still inside it.

"Well come on boy!" Douglas continued to loudly encourage, completely obvious to uproar he was making. "If yer done making that call of yers why don't y'all come join me fer a spell!? Saved ya seat an everything!"

Face turning redder than the tomatoes behind served on the burgers Freddy hurried over to the rowdy trucker beckoning him. If only just to make him stop all the embarrassing shouting! Reaching the Newfie in record time he slid into the seat opposite of him. Shoulders slumped and head low as he tried his best to ward off all pairs of eyes he knew were now watching him.

"Didn't think you'd get done so damn quick! Barely had time to start eating my lunch here." Douglas said to Freddy after he had joined him. "Old Vic must have liked ya if he let you use his phone so quickly. Took me an hour the last time I had ta."

Cautiously peering up with a pout Freddy watched as Douglas zealously returned to eating the pastry he had bought. It's flavor easily identified by the strong cherry smell coming from it. "Yeah, that must have been it." He mumbled back. "Lot of good it did me though. The place I called was closed."

Scooping up another blob of cherries from his "plate" Douglas shoveled it into his mouth, the fork he used to do so slowly pulled out with an appreciative smack of his lips as he swallowed. "Well that's a shame." He said, referring to what Freddy had said. "What're ya'll planning on doing now then? You were calling a tow truck fer yer car if I'm not mistaken, right?"

Resisting the urge he felt to lick his own lips at the eroticism of Douglas' eating habits Freddy regretfully dropped his eyes back down to the tabletop. "Honestly I don't really know." He admitted. "Maybe I can bum around here in the diner for the night."

"'Fraid that's a no-go son." Douglas said as he finished off his pie. Placing the tin at the edge of the table he raised a hand, two fingers stuck up as he motioned to someone across the room before continuing. "Sweet ol' Mary, the owner here, closes shop around eleven."

Hearing that Freddy groaned. "Guess that means I'll have to get a room at the hotel then." He said looking out the window at said location. "You know how much it costs to stay the night?"

"Huey charges about eight dollars fer a bed." Douglas supplied after a moment of thought.

Mouth hanging up Freddy gaped at the other man with disbelief. "E-Eight dollars?" He gaped. "Y-You can't be serious!"

Nodding thoughtfully Douglas shrugged. "I 'spose it is a lot ta ask fer but it is worth the price in the end." He said. "I should know. Owner and me go way back so he always keeps a room open fer when I'm heading this way on a long haul."

A waitress walking up to them after that Freddy and Douglas grew quiet for a moment as she placed two more pies on the table. The previous tin the large dog had decimated gingerly removed with a shake of her head and a smile aimed in the trucker's direction before she left.

"Real sweetheart there." Douglas absently remarked while picking up one of the pies so he could start eating from it with great speed. "Always knows the right flavors ta bring over."

Ignoring the waitress as she left Freddy instead continued watching as Douglas picked up another pie and dug into it hungrily. 'How can anyone eat that much?' He wondered. 'And why the heck am I getting turned on watching him do it?'

"Hey son. Aren't ya gonna eat yers?" Douglas suddenly asked, fork motioned downwards to something right under Freddy's nose. "Mary's pies are best eaten when they're warm, ya'know."

Puzzled by the question Freddy peered down to the table and frowned when he noticed that the second pie had been placed directly in front of him without him noticing. "But this is yours." He said to Douglas. "I can't just take it."

Douglas rolled his eyes at that argument. Head tilting to the side in a way that clearly said Freddy was being silly. "Ya just said yer hungry outside didn't ya?" He simply said. "An I know that candy bar ya bought can't fill a body up no matter how good it is."

"Well yeah but--" Freddy began weakly.

"--But nothing!" Douglas cut in firmly. "A growing boy needs ta be fed and I'm sure as hell going ta see fit that you are. An if y'all feel like ya have-ta repay me then just sit there and keep me company. Been way too long since I had myself an audience ta tell stories to."

Being handed a clean fork after the harsh command Freddy obediently took it, his face glowing hot as Douglas pinned him with an almost prenatal glare until he reluctantly began eating. For the life of him Freddy didn't understand why he was letting this large stranger order him around all of the sudden. But somehow it just felt right. Like some part of his messed up psyche wanted to gain the canine's approval by obeying him.

It was that overwhelming urge that led to him remaining right where he was as Douglas proceeded to talk about every little thing that crossed his mind. Topics ranging from his childhood on a farm in Minnesota, to his early days as a trucker, to finally the personal histories of all the different people at the rest stop he had made friends with over the years. Who would have known that the mean, sour faced old man at the gas station had been a clown in a circus for ten whole years.

What was even weirder about the whole thing was that Freddy actually began enjoying himself the more Douglas droned on. Each and every yarn the older man spun making the teenaged pig laugh and smile along with him as the hours proceeded to fly by at a rapid pace. That was until the Newfie said something that brought the boy crashing back to reality with a flinch.

Finishing off a story about the time a feral raccoon had snuck into his semi-truck's cabin Douglas quickly gobbled up the last of his tenth pie and motioned over to Freddy. "So tell me boy, where exactly were y'all heading when ya broke down?" He asked. "And why the devil were ya out here in the desert in the first place?"

Body reflectively seizing up when he absorbed the question asked of him Freddy peered down at his quarter eaten pie with a sad sigh. "I... I just sorta got lost honestly." He started. "A-As for why... well... I'm moving across the country."

"That's quite a move son." Douglas said, sounding concerned. Pushing his plate to the side the older man leaned forwards brows furrowed. "Bet your mama and daddy weren't too happy ta hear 'bout ya'll moving so far away."

Freddy slowly shook his head. "Not really sir." He informed. "Me and them really aren't on the best of terms. They sorta were happy to get rid of me honestly."

"Now what on earth could a nice young man like yerself do ta make'um that angry at ya?" Douglas continued to prod. An endearing smile crossing his furry lips as he looked over at Freddy.

Meeting his companion's eyes again Freddy felt another wave of warmth wash over him. The same almost supernatural sensation from before breaking down what few barriers he still possessed. Revealing the truth of why he had left home might cost him his newfound friend but something told him he should just be honest with Douglas. Some odd feeling in the back of his mind that he just couldn't ignore.

"They didn't like the fact that I'm gay." Freddy admitted before he could rethink his decision. "My dad especially. He's been nasty to me ever since he found out."

For what felt like the longest time after he spoke Freddy waited for Douglas to get upset over what he had just said. Each second that ticked by making the young swine more and more anxious as he nervously eyed the exit across the restaurant just in case he needed to make a quick escape.

Then finally, with a growl and a huff, Douglas reacted. One of his large hands swiftly raised upwards in what Freddy first assumed was some sort of attack. But, instead of being throttled the scared young man instead found himself getting a sympathetic pat on his shaking shoulder. Douglas making several tsking sounds with his lips before speaking to him in a gentle manner.

"That's real hell son." The middle-aged man said with a long sigh. "If it'll help any I really think that daddy of yers is one stupid S.O.B.. Imagine, treating yer son like that just 'cause he prefers men."

Unsure he had heard the trucker's response right Freddy looked up at him, mouth hanging open. "Y-You mean y-you're not angry because I'm... t-that I'm..."

"That yer queer?" Douglas finished for him. When Freddy slowly nodded back the big man chuckled. "Hell no I ain't angry son." He said. "What a man gets up to in private is their own business. But only as long as they ain't too loud. Ain't polite keeping the neighbors up without inviting them over, ya'know."

Stifling the relieved giggle that threatened to come out of him at that little joke Freddy sent the other man a blinding grin. It just absolutely amazed him that a gruff old trucker like Douglas seemed to be alright with him being who he was. Freddy had half expected to be tossed across the diner by now. That or at least told to go away.

About to open his mouth to tell Douglas just this Freddy's was unexpectedly cut off when a cowbell rang out from across the room. "Okay fellas! Clean those plates 'cause closing time's in ten minutes!" A matronly looking woman exclaimed while rattling the metal bell again. "You all don't have to head home but you can't stay here!"

Grumbling good-naturedly after the woman had spoken Douglas begrudgingly pushed the last of his empty pie tins over to the side. "Guess that means no more pies fer me tonight." He said, an almost childish pout on his lips as he took out an old leather wallet. "Barely had enough to satisfy me."

"But you ate ten of them!?" Freddy said, still astonished by the dog's appetite.

Giving his belly a pat while leaning back Douglas chortled happily. "Hey, when yer as big as me ya gotta fill up the tank as much as ya can." He said, sounding deafly seriously. "Best ta go ta bed with a full stomach than an empty one I say."

"Yeah I guess that's truuuuue-SHIT!" Suddenly remembering something Freddy quickly looked over, through the diner window, to the motor lodge. To his dismay it's small parking lot was not completely filled up. "Crap, I completely forgot to get a room to stay in!"

"Oops." Douglas unhelpfully provided. When his remark earned him a weak glare from his young friend the canine chuckled. "Look, if it's a room yer after then I can help ya out. Still got one reserved fer my personal use, remember?"

Calming down Freddy took several deep breaths, a hesitant and relieved smile appearing. "Y-You're saying I can stay there for the night?" He said hopefully. "Really?"

Continuing to rest back against his seat Douglas placed both his hands on his belly, fingers intertwining as he regarded Freddy from under the rim of his trucker's hat. "Yeah son, that's what I'm saying." He said quietly. "'Course like before, I'm expecting something in return. Yer still hitchhiker so ya'll got ta follow the rules."

"Oh, you mean that cash, grass, or a good time thing, right?" Freddy asked.

Douglas nodded. "E'yup that thaing."

"Okay then!" Freddy happily agreed. Considering just how lucky at finding a room he really didn't mind paying for it. After retrieving his wallet from his pocket the teen quickly opened it, counting his remaining cash--what little of it there was--as he continued speaking. "You said it was eight dollars right? Well if that's the case then I'll pay for the entire night I guess."

"I don't want yer money son." Reaching out Douglas gently placed his palm on top the boy's hands, lowering them and his wallet slowly. "Room's free fer me so I don't need that. Nah, what I want is worth a hellava lot more than money."

"You mean grass then?" Freddy wondered, confused by the sudden turn in the conversation. "I-I'm sorry but I don't have any. Never really got into that stuff."

Douglas flashed an amused smirk. Green eyes twinkling like stars in the sky as he did. "Neither did I son." He said solemnly. "Besides, what I'm talking 'bout is you giving me that good time I mentioned."

"Oh... that?" Freddy said, bottom lip sticking out in though. "You know... y-you never really told me what you meant by that. Is it something hard to do?"

A heavy growl came out of Douglas at that. The fondness in his eyes only intensifying as he leaned forwards and spoke in a low, whispering voice. "Alright son, let me just be straight with you here since yer not getting it." He began. "This here old trucker thinks yer just about the cutest damn thing he's ever done seen. So much so that he's a-asking you if you'd see fit inta climbing into bed with him. If y'all say yes I promise ta make it worth yer wild. Honest boy. I do."

After taking several moments to fully assimilate what he just heard Freddy suddenly felt his entire being heat up in an instant. What coherent thought he still possessed quickly shorting out as he became painfully erect under the table.

This was the very first time anyone had ever propositioned him like this. Not even his secret boyfriend he had had for two weeks back in high school had voiced that desire. It always having to be Freddy to be the one to initiate any sort of relations. And only then it was just blow jobs and some groping in a darkened movie theater or behind the bleachers at school.

Douglas' deep voice breaking through the befuddled fog plaguing his thoughts as he tried to sort through the ramifications of what he'd been asked for, Freddy came back to reality just in time to catch the tail end of something the older man was saying.

"Sorry... that son... didn't think... my offer would upset ya'll like that." The trucker said, sounding disappointed. "I wasn't insinuating that ya got ta sleep with me. Just thought we could have a little fun since we'd be sharing a room an all tha--"

"--Wait NO!!" Freddy interrupted, his voice louder than he meant it to be. Ducking his head when a few people walking past them eyed him suspiciously he waited for them to pass before lowering his voice and continuing. "W-What I mean is yes! YES! I'd be happy to do that!"

Looking relieved Douglas' ever-present grin hesitantly began to return. "Ya sure?"

Freddy couldn't agree fast enough. "Yeah. I'm sure." He confirmed. "I just didn't realize you meant sex when you said a "Good Time"."

Chuckling Douglas pushed the rim of his hat up, more of his face shown off as he looked at Freddy happily. "Guess I should have just come out and said it then." He reasoned with a scratch of his chin. "Just never been too comfortable referring to the act as just "ass" as the saying goes. To me making love is something too intimate ta be called just that."

"Yet you still asked a stranger for it though?" Freddy countered. The smirk on his face as he said that a playful one. "That Cash, Grass, or a "Good Time" rule was one of the first things you said to me."

For the first time all day Douglas appeared contrite for a brief moment. "Only said it 'cause yer so damn cute son. Couldn't help myself." He mumbled, an embarrassed chuckle coming out as he slid out of his seat and stood. "Now come on. We gotta get before Mary kicks our asses out."

Standing as well, his breath quickening when he saw the growing bulge in the front of Douglas' jeans, Freddy eagerly nodded. "Yeah, let's get out of here." He agreed. "You can lead the way."

"Oh, I'll be leading ya boy." Douglas joked. "That and then some."

Falling into step behind Douglas as they moved over to the register to pay, Freddy tried his best not to explode from the unbridled excitement coursing through him. This was just all so surreal! Here he was, about to have sex with a man who could model for the centerfold of "Big Nasty Daddies Monthly" magazine! A big burly mountain of a stud who just said he wanted to make love to him in an old hotel room. It was like a wet dream come true.

With their business at the diner finished after a quick exchange between himself and the owner Douglas led his eager little companion out of the small restaurant and across the almost empty rest stop parking lot. The only sounds around them as they crossed the short distance coming from the occasional car going by and gravel on the blacktop road crunching under their feet as they moved.

Arriving within a few minutes of walking Freddy surprisingly found himself both charmed and then a little scandalized when Douglas held the door to the motor lodge's office open for him. A display of gentlemanly manners which turned out to be a naughty pretense for him get in a quick pinch at teen's plump bottom as he passed him by to enter.

"Douglas!" Freddy hissed, mortified as he skittishly hoped forward. "Don't do that! What if someone sees you?"

"Then they'd have themselves a good show." Was the rakish response before Douglas went in for another squeeze. One Freddy tried to avoid by was unable to thanks to the other man's speed. "Ain't no way I'm holding back now that we're on the same page."

Seemingly enjoying the roll of the eyes he got for his grabbiness Douglas smugly approached the motel's front counter, Freddy reluctantly coming up behind him as he rung the small service bell sitting on top of the flat surface.

"Hey Huey! Where are ya?" The canine called out with a holler. "Get yer ass out here and check us in already! I need my room tonight!"

Curiously peeking around his much larger friend when no response came at first Freddy visually searched around for whoever Douglas was talking to, finding no one at first. But then, with a loud bang and a tame curse, a door behind the small counter suddenly swung open. The white painted barrier giving way as a short, almost completely round, bear dressed in a dark red sweater vest waddled his way out of a back room with a mildly huffy expression.

"My word Morrison! Must you always be so loud?" Walking towards the pair the ursine man fiddled with the pair of rounded glasses he wore atop his nose. "I must say I did not think I would be seeing you tonight. What happened? Did you grow tired of sleeping in that ghastly truck of yours?"

"Nah, it ain't nothing like that Hue. Far from it actually." Stepping to the side Douglas motioned over to Freddy who instantly flinched. "I went and promised this here young'un that he could use my regular room fer tonight."

"You did?" Adjusting his glasses again to get a better look at Freddy the bear slowly let his eyes roam over the hefty pig. "And just who might this fine looking young man be? Never seen him around here before."

"He's a new friend of mine I met this afternoon." Douglas simply explained. "Real special friend who I'm planning on keeping company tonight. Ain't that right Freddy?"

Laughing nervously as he was pulled into a side hug Freddy nodded in response to the question. "Y-Yeah." He replied. "I-It's nice to meet you Mr.... um..."

"Hubert Brown." The bear provided gently. Holding out his hand he waited until Freddy took it before continuing. "And might I add any friend of Douglas' is a friend of mine. Here, let me get you that room key."

Hubert ambling off with that Freddy peered up at Douglas who was smiling back down at him. "Why did you say all that?" He whispered, worried. "He'll figure out why we're here!"

"Boy, he already knows why we're here." Douglas growled back huskily. "Don't worry none though. Huey and me go way back like I said. He knows how to keep himself a secret."

"He knows?" Turning back to the short man Freddy watched for a moment as he struggled to reach the top corner of a vintage looking key cubby. "Wait... are you two..."

A loud derisive snort erupted from Douglas. "Hell no son." He said. "We're just friends is all."

Motioning to their right Douglas drew Freddy's attention to a framed picture on the wall. It was an old looking photograph depicting a twenty-something Hubert smiling at the camera as a younger Douglas and several other people stood behind him wearing party hats and holding noisemakers.

"We all took that on New Year's Ever a few years back." Douglas explained with a grin. "Best party I've ever been to. Even got myself a big ol' kiss ta welcome in nineteen-thir--"

"--Here are your keys boys." Huey announced as returned suddenly. Giving Douglas a funny look he placed the key into the large Newfie's hand he frowned for a moment. The serious expression he wore quickly giving way to a bawdy wink.

"Oh, and do my a favor this time Dougie." The bear said afterwards. "Don't disturb the other guests while you ride this young man's posterior into the mattress. I do not feel like fielding complaints for the rest of the night."

Descending into a sputtering mess when Hubert said that Freddy did his best to hide his face as a laughing Douglas took him by the arm and escorted them back out into the chill of the night. The two of them then making their way down the side of the motel towards whatever room they'd been given as crickets chirped away in the background.

"I can't believe he said that!" Freddy half groaned, half laughed once he was sure they were alone again.

"Yeah, Huey's never been one ta tarry when it comes to words." Douglas chuckled as they approached a closed door. "But he had his point. Yer gonna have-ta keep it down no matter how much yer a-loving me reaming out that chubby ass you got swinging behind ya."

Gulping as he envisioned such a thing Freddy impatiently waited as the door to their room was unlocked and then opened. The light blue moonlight of the desert outside quickly giving way to the soft glow of the lamps within the hotel room as they entered.

Anxious as Douglas closed the door behind them while removing his trucker's had, Freddy absently looked around the room they would apparently be staying in. It really wasn't anything to write home about. Just a small chamber with tacky cactus and wagon wheel printed wall paper, a beige blanket covering a twin bed, a few cheap pieces of furniture, and a door which he guessed led to a bathroom in the back.

It was sort of odd that there wasn't a TV or something like that in there though. Wasn't having one required by law or something in that day and age? If not it should have been.

"So... how do we start?" Freddy eventually came to ask once he had run out of things to critique. "Should we talk a little first or are we just going to--OOMPH!"

His question cut off before he could finish speaking Freddy was suddenly spun around without warning. His surprise as he came to face with a smirking Douglas increasing tend fold when the older man leaned down and pressed his fuzzy lips against his in a soft kiss that quickly grew heated as the Newfie deepened it, both arms coming to wrap around his pudgy boy as he held him in place

Going limp as he was firmly embraced Freddy whimpered weakly into the mouth ravishing his, allowing Douglas to fully take control. An inquisitive, demanding tongue licking at the seam of his lips a few times before he got the hint and parted them. The intrusive organ slipping past to plunder and probe every which way as large, warm hands traveled down to clutch at his rounded piggy ass, roughly goosing him there.

Only after several long, agonizingly pleasurable minutes of intense making out was Freddy allowed to breath once again. Douglas slowly backing away with a wet smack of his lips as he stared down at the out of breath boy in his arms with a small hint of content smugness on his face.

"Hope that was to yer liking boy." The trucker said, the large grin he wore incredibly infectious now. "If it ain't then I'll just have'ta keep on a-trying until I get it right."

"D-Don't worry! You nailed it the first time Douglas!" Freddy assured him breathlessly. "But you can keep trying if you want. I mean, I really, really, really liked it when you did."

Whole body shaking as he let loose a convulsing belly laugh Douglas couldn't help but deliver another quick peck to the tip of Freddy's piggish nose. "Damn boy! Ain't you a horny little thing." He murmured. "Bet y'all drove the fellas back home wild with yer looks."

Eyes dropping down to the top button of Douglas shirt which he began absently fiddling with Freddy shook his head. "Not really." He sighed. "I sorta didn't date much because I didn't want my parents finding out. Especially after Dad said he'd kick me out of the house if he ever found me with another guy."

Cupping Freddy's pudgy cheek with his hand Douglas gently made him look him in the eyes. "Don't go bringing up that bastard tonight. Ya'hear?" He commanded softly. "Tonight it's only you an' me and this here motel room. Nothing else matters."

"I'll try to but it's kinda hard." Giggling softly as his face was caressed Freddy mouthed the side of the dog's paw, kissing it. "I mean, every time think about what we're about to do I hear my dad calling me a fag or something again."

Douglas' expression turned furious for a moment when Freddy disclosed that. Rage that only dissipated again when a sudden look of inspiration hit him. "Y'all know what I think you should do in that case son?" He said, grinning again. "I think you should ferget him an' find yerself a real daddy. One that'll give ya nothing but love and make ya feel real good."

"And where would I find one?" Freddy asked.

"Right damn here boy!" Lowering his head until they were literally nose to nose Douglas growled lustfully. "But only if ya'll really what that. You say yes an' yer my son and I'm yer Daddy tonight. No take backs. No regrets. Only a whole lot a fun an' a hellava lot a fucking."

The low rumble in Douglas' voice during his proposal sent a primal thrill straight down to Freddy's already hard cock. Just the idea of being made to obey the older male exciting him to no end. "Alright..." He quickly said, biting his lower lip. "I'm all yours."

"That's my boy." Releasing the younger man Douglas ambled his way over to the bed across the room and sat down on it. One leg coming to rest on his knee so he could begin removing one of his boots. "Let's start by taking off them clothes of yers. Daddy wants ta see all of y'all before anything else."

"Um... s-sure Douglas." Freddy replied, slightly taken aback by the sudden command.

Kicking off his shoes regardless he bent over to fiddle with the buckle of his belt. The small metal latch giving him quite a lot of trouble like it always seemed to do. You couldn't imagine how many times he had almost had an accident when he went to the bathroom while wearing it. However, before he could fully begin a rough cough reached his ears, causing him to pause.

Looking up after he heard this sound Freddy blinked when he noticed that Douglas was staring back at him with a frown. "I-Is something wrong?" He asked. "You wanted me to undress r-right?"

"Yes, but ya didn't answer me right there." Was the eerily calm explanation from Douglas as he placed both his boots down on the floor by the bed. "When I tell y'all ta do something tonight I expect ya ta reply back with a, "Yes Daddy" or "Yes Sir". Understand what I'm saying boy?"

For the briefest of moments Freddy felt a surge of concern run through him. Maybe agreeing to this whole Daddy/Son thing had been a bad idea. He really didn't want to deal with another tyrant like his dad back home. But then, noticing the teasing look in Douglas' eyes he instantly relaxed. This was all just part of the game he had proposed he quickly realized. One that Freddy reminded himself he had happily agreed to after getting turned on by the idea.

"Okay, sorry about that Doug-- I mean D-Daddy!" Freddy said correcting himself mid-sentence.

"That's alright son." Douglas nodded back. "Sometimes a boy messes up, but that don't mean his daddy is mad at'um." Smirking he leaned forward, both hands clutching the sides of the bed as he growled. "Now quit yer stalling an' get nekid fer me! I ain't waiting all night."

Cheeks glowing upon heard the lurid country way Douglas had said "Naked" Freddy sniggered at the dirtiness of it all and continued. "Yes sir Daddy." He said while starting to undress again. Each little movement he made closely watched by the man sitting just a few feet away from him.

Buckle giving way after some more minor effort Freddy pulled the thin leather strap free and dropped it to the ground. The soft, muffled clunk of the metal clasp landing on the carpeted floor swiftly followed by the rustling of his jeans as he unzipped and then shimmied out of them, the fabric pooling around his ankles for only a moment before he stepped out of them and kicked his pants over to the wall with great haste.

Seeing him standing there in just his shirt and underwear Douglas seemed to become excitedly agitated. "Fuck son. Don't you look just damn adorable in them little undies." He commented, legs spreading further apart so he could rub at the growing bulge in his own jeans. "Take them off last will ya? Wanna see how y'all look in just them panties alone."

Only taking slight offense that his limited edition Shakespearean man briefs had been called "Panties" Freddy smiled bashfully at the request. "Okay Daddy." He said, this second use of the endearment surprisingly easier now that he was getting more turned on.

Bypassing his lower half for now Freddy reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, clumsily. The bareness of his tubby exposed as he too tossed it to the ground and rubbed his bare chest for a moment trying to shake it off how nervous he was.

"Well... h-how does it look?" Came Freddy's embarrassed question as he stood there in just his dingy old socks and tight fitting, yellow and brown lined briefs.

Back when he and his old boyfriend had been together for those two weeks Freddy had never really gotten the courage to get naked in front of him. The closest he had ever come being when he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his modest penis for a hectic blow job. Freddy wasn't even sure if anyone would ever want to see him naked considering how dumpy he thought he looked.

Freddy's worries seemed to be for naught though because as he looked upon him Douglas only seemed to grow more aroused. The hand once groping his crotch now unzipping his own jeans so that he could shove it into the new opening and play with himself under the blue fabric.

"Y'all look damn fine ta me son. Prefect in fact." The dog hungrily replied, eyes locked on the pig. "Now hows 'bout you turn around an show off that sweet caboose of yers fer Daddy?"

Unsure if he believed what the canine had said or not Freddy obediently faced the other way. Face tinting even more than it already was when a lewd wolf whistle rang out from behind him. "Alright, now them panties." Douglas' voice ordered next. "Pull'um down real slow and then spread them cheeks open. Show off that hole ya want me ta jam my dick inta."

Whimpering at the husky way Douglas had put that last request Freddy closed his eyes and unhurriedly slid his underwear over the swell of his backside. Thin, airy cloth giving way to the soft fleshy pink of his bare ass before it dropped entirely to the floor when he reached back and pulled the plump half-moons apart. The chill of the open air ghosting over the heated furrow as he revealed the most private part of himself.

"Now that's what I'm talking 'bout Baby Boy." Douglas all but growled behind the bent over swine. "Can't wait to get myself inside of there. Thick dick a-pumping in an out of that tight little hole."

"You'll be careful though right?" Freddy requested nervously, completely unused to such filthy talk. "I-I've had a boyfriend before but we never, you know... did anal."

An amused chuckle sounded from Douglas at the revelation. "Don't worry son. I'll be real gentle with that virgin tush of yers." The canine assured. "But y'all are going ta have ta help me there. Come'ere and suck Daddy's dick now. Get'um good an' slick so he can fuck ya properly like."

Straightening with a giddy smile on his face Freddy eagerly complied with his soon to be lover's request and turned around. It was when he did this however that he saw something for the first time that made his mouth instantly began to water with deep primal hunger and need.

Apparently in the short amount of time since they had broken eye contact Douglas had taken it upon himself to unbuckle and unzip the front of his pants. His large, crimson red cock jutting upwards between the flaps towards the ceiling as he carefully stroked its impressive eight inch length with deliberate slowness.

In awe of this arousing sight as stepped up to the other man Freddy dazedly dropped down onto his hands and knees before it's master. Tongue hungrily darting out to lick along his upper lip as he reluctantly raised his big brown eyes upwards to stare up into Douglas', silently pleading for permission take it into his hungry mouth.

For his good behavior and patience the young pig easily earned the authorization he was so desperately seeking. Douglas helping him along by placing a hand on the back of his head so he could gently lead him to where he was most needed. Their eyes never once breaking contact as Freddy opened wide and swallowed him without a single second's hesitation.

Grunting deeply when his member was engulfed in the hot wetness of Freddy's mouth Douglas cursed under his breath. The hand he still had atop the teenager's golden haired scalp stroking it as the boy nursed on his maleness so willingly.

"Yeah... Yeah... that's my Baby Boy." The trucker said in a low growly voice. "Yer such a good little'un fer yer Daddy ain't ya? Ya look so good down there between my legs too. Pretty eyes looking up at me. Round cheeks puffing up as y'all suck me off. Chubby little ass wagging about, just a-begging ta get fucked open! Yer making me harder than hell son. Harder. Than. HELL!"

Soaking up all the praise raining down on him from above like a sponge Freddy closed his eyes, a shudder running through him as he doubled his efforts to please his newfound Daddy. This... this was what he had always wanted he realized. To be praised and applauded. To be told that he was doing good for once.

And what made everything all the better was that it was a man like Douglas telling him all these wonderful things. His fatherly voice and mannerisms acting like some sort of soothing balm as the large hand petting his head never stopped. It's movements, along with those honey sweetened words coming from Douglas, making him want to please the other man. Live up to all the nice things being said about him.

Endeavoring to do just that too Freddy soon lost himself in the sexual act he was happily performing in that motel room. Saliva running down the sides of his mouth as he noisily began bobbing back and forth over the hot, pulsating shaft trapped between his lips. The thick rod going deeper and deeper down his gullet as he snuffled against the thick underbrush at its root.

For some time Freddy happily continued on like this. Douglas' praise for the blow job he was giving him becoming more and more vocal as he sucked him off with all his limited skills. Freddy even dared to handle the trucker's heavy balls after a while. The large goose egg sized orbs rolled around and fondled a few minutes before he pulled off and began mouthing and sucking on them in a frenzy of passion.

But then suddenly, just when it appeared that a cursing and grunting Douglas was about to cum for him, Freddy was gently nudged away from the cock he had been worshiping so reverently. It's loss causing the pig to whine petulantly as he was forced to give up his glorious treat.

"Fuck you are too damn good at that son." Douglas said, hand going out to tussle Freddy's hair. Scooting back afterwards the large man patter his left thigh. "Come'ere an' sit on Daddy's lap fer a while, will ya? Feel like holding ya fer a bit."

Lumbering up onto his feet Freddy wiped away the spittle from his chin. "Whatever you want Daddy." He giggled as he went and straddled the other man's leg. "Like this sir?"

"Yeah, just like that Baby Boy." Douglas replied, both hands clutching a pair of doughy hips. "Now bring that pretty mouth back over here. I need another taste of them kisses of yers."

Emboldened by the verbal accolade to his kissing skills Freddy dutifully fulfilled Douglas' request. Leaning forward he crashed their lips together in a messy way. Wet smacking and turned on groans from both men melting into each other as he shamelessly ground against the Newfie's large belly though the scratchy fabric of his plaid shirt.

Obviously feeling the hard erection rubbing into him Douglas chuckled against the warm lips kissing his, both hands going to massage Freddy's sweaty back first before lowering to grab at the ass he had become so enamored with since they had gotten to the hotel. Fingers sinking deeply into the soft flesh of the plump mounds he squeezed and kneaded them while carefully balancing the boy sitting on him.

Sinful pleasure racking though him as his ass was expertly massaged and groped Freddy suddenly broke their kiss, head going back as he gasped up at the ceiling. "Oh god, Douglas!" He moaned. "That feels really good!"

"It does huh?" Douglas hummed back while peppering an exposed throat with light kisses. "Don't let it distract though. I'm yer Daddy, remember? Y'all best remember that or..." Giving Freddy's butt a hard slap he growled. "...Yer going ta be sorry son." He finished.

Steadying himself with both hands on Douglas' shoulder as the sharp sting and embarrassment of being spanked hit him Freddy moaned again, his cock giving a pulse from its place trapped between him and the trucker's belly. "Yes, Daddy. Sorry sir."

"Awe It's alright boy." Douglas cooed, the palm he had just used to punish now soothing the pain away. "I'm still pleased as punch ta have you as my son tonight. Here, let me show ya just how much."

Worming his fingers further into the narrow, musky valley of his partner's crack Douglas pressed his middle digit against the puckered entrance hidden there. As expected this little action got a big reaction out of Freddy. The boy keening his pleasure as he writhed and arched his back. The only thing keeping him from sliding out of his lap being Douglas' firm grip still clutching his shuddering form.

"Damn yer beautiful like when y'all make them noises." Douglas mumbled. "Daddy's beautiful, sexy as hell Baby Boy."

Tapping at the hole he had discovered several more times the gentle giant quickly captured one of the protruding nipples on his lover's heaving chest with his mouth. This new sensation increasing the pleasure he gave tremendously as ruthlessly nibbled at the soft pink bud until it hardened between his lips.

Grabbing at his unattended pec as his chest was stimulated Freddy squealed and twisted his other nipple hard. His greedy desire to get even more simulation leading him down a new path. "Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" He panted, hips moving fast as he hunched into Douglas' belly. "I don't think I can take much more of this Daddy! P-Please fuck me already sir! I want it so bad!"

Breathing hotly against the flabby chest he was sucking on Douglas huffed, heat pooling in his own belly. "Don't go getting ahead of yerself now." He chided. "We ain't there just yet."

"But sir..." Freddy whined, a little bit of a temper tantrum brewing in his befuddled mind. "I need it!"

"I told you no boy!" Douglas snapped in his strictest sounding dad's voice. When a pout from Freddy followed he chuckled fondly in return. "Awe now don't give me that look. You ain't going ta be waiting too long fer yer reward. Don't think I can stop myself from giving it to ya honestly."

Removing his fingers for a second Douglas wetted them with his mouth before placing them back where they were. Now sufficiently moist enough he firmly pressed them against Freddy's virgin asshole. The tight, wrinkled ring of muscle easily giving way after some insistence as he sank a finger into it up to the knuckle. Hooking it once he was inside he then began to finger fuck the wriggling boy on his lap. Freddy happily rutting against him ever sluttier when he added a second and then third finger into the mix.

Intense pleasure hitting him like a tidal wave as he was vigorously finger fucked for the very first time Freddy eventually lost the short battle he had been fighting to keep it together. Face coloring beat red he let loose a shrill shout, his cock erupting all over Douglas' clothed belly as he shakily rode out his first overwhelming climax to glorious completion.

"That's it son, cum fer yer old man." Douglas encouraged as he felt the boy dirty his shirt with one of the largest loads he had ever seen. Guess what they said about pigs was true. "Humm... that is a big ol' load ain't it. Bet it's been a while, huh?"

Unable to think straight as he came back down from the heights of ecstasy Freddy slumped against the body under his. Douglas happily drawing him into a warm hug as he continued telling him how good he had been. "Damn..." He was able to say once he had recovered enough. "...I think I almost passed out."

"Don't you dare go doing that. I told ya: I ain't done with ya yet." Gently encouraging Freddy to stand for him Douglas patiently waited for the teen to get off him before rising himself. "Okay, that's enough of taking things easy I reckon. Let's really get down ta business, alright?"

Shock appeared on Freddy's face. "That was taking things easy!?" He said incredulously. By god, if that was taking it easy he shuddered in anticipation to think of what was to come.

Lucky for him Freddy's curiosity was quickly sated when after stepping to the side Douglas swiftly pushed him down onto the bed. Ending up bent over the side with his backside sticking out Freddy then peered over his shoulder, vision locking firmly on Douglas who was beginning to undress himself.

Seemingly sensing the pair of eyes focusing in on him without looking up Douglas made a show of slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Each clasp deftly undone to expose another few inches of the chocolate brown fur hidden underneath. Reaching the bottom button after several long minutes of torture the large man quickly shucked the offending piece of clothing off to reveal his bare chest and large stomach. Both jiggling lightly as he let the shirt flutter down to the floor.

Rolling over and sitting up so that he could get a better view as Douglas moved onto his jeans Freddy felt his spent cock start to fill again. The sight of the dog's belly moving even more as he quickly pushed his pants down, underwear and all, turning him to no end.

It was the canine's cock though that truly excited him though. Eyes raking down the trucker's naked body as he stood there, scratching himself for a moment, Freddy couldn't help but be impressed by just how large his erection was looked now. Sure he had just seen the thing up close and personal when he had sucked on it through Douglas' jeans a few moments ago. But now... with the older male in all his natural glory, it just looked bigger somehow. Actually, everything about the man looked better now that he was naked.

Douglas truly was an work of art. Big, burly, and strong he practically reeked of uninhibited masculinity and charisma. Every move he made, even the most passive of ones, so confident and sure that compared to him Freddy felt like nothing more but a chubby little wimp.

Yet, even though he felt this way Freddy could still plainly see that Douglas though him quite attractive. The tall man chuckling dirtily as he approached and hooked a finger under the pig's chin, tilting the boy's face upwards so he could kiss him quickly before looking deeply into his eyes.

"Y'all are really flattering me with all that staring son." The older man rumbled hungrily. "But I ain't here for just flattery. Get back on that belly and let me start a-working on that chunky ol' ass of yers. Daddy's hungry."

Giving consent with a simple nod Freddy obediently returned to his previous position, a small giggle coming out when he felt two large hands palm his backside, parting the cheeks carefully. Then, without any sort of warning Douglas got down to "work". Getting down onto his knees the Newfie viciously laved his tongue against the hole he had just been fingering. Repeated licks and lapping that caused Freddy's cheeks burn with fire as he squealed softly and ground his ass back against his lover's face without even realizing it.

"Oh... Oh... OH!!!! Oh fuck! Yes daddy! Yes Daddy!! YES DADDY!" Freddy practically wept as he was so thoroughly eaten out. "Your tongue feels AMAZING!"

Losing what little composure he still retrained Freddy began squealing and groaning uncontrollably. Quickly becoming so overcome by what was happening that he ended up face down on the bed, his pudgy fingers clawing at his own ass so that he could open himself up as wide as possible to the snorting, growling, greedy mouth messily devouring his already raw and oversensitive asshole.

"Fucking love the way y'all taste back here son!" Douglas exclaimed when he momentarily came up for air. "So god damn fucking sweaty an salty. Damn best thing I've eaten all day. Even better than Mary's pies!"

Delivering two quick slaps to the jiggling ass he was enjoying Douglas snarled loudly before eagerly diving back in, his efforts doubling as he aggressively jabbed and screwed the tip of his tongue against the hole slowly loosening up for him again and again and again and again! Soon he'd be placing something much bigger than his tongue in there so he had to make sure it was nice and open. Only the best sort of treatment for his temporary son for the night.

Enduring Douglas' attentions as he descended into a wild frenzy of sexual perversion Freddy thought about just how lucky he was at that very moment. Just that afternoon he had thought himself a goner and now here he was about to be fucked very first time!

Finishing off his preparations with one final languid lick up and down his pink lover's crack Douglas reluctantly backed off the rear end he had ravished so completely. Wiping away the wetness from his face as he stood the trucker gently smacked Freddy on his upturned ass again. Both cheeks wobbling back and forth for several seconds like a big helping of jell-o.

"Off the bed son. I want y'all ta ride me for starters." He instructed thought heavy panting. "Best ta let a virgin like you set da pace first time he gets a cock up his can. Makes it a hellava lot easier ta get used to it."

"Okay.... Dah... Daddy." Freddy managed to pant out as he made way for the other man.

Pushing himself up onto his now unsteady legs the teen watched as Douglas got onto the center of the bed and stretched out over the mattress, large glistening wet cock pointing straight upwards as he motioned for Freddy to join him.

"Get on this here sucker boy." He goaded. "Don't y'all dare start acting all shy after I went and shoved my face inta yer ass, ya hear?"

Not one to disobey his new "Daddy" Freddy instantly returned to the bed. Chubby body clumsily climbing over the couchant man already there so he could straddle his waist, the canine's large, wet organ easily settling quite nicely between the entire length of his soaking wet furrow.

"Damn, it feels even bigger." Freddy murmured as he experimentally wiggled his bottom against the shaft poking him. "You sure it'll fit Sir?"

Lazily grinning up at the boy on top of him Douglas snickered. "After what I did to yer asshole? Yeah, it'll fit son." He assured. "It'll fit just fine."

One hand going to Freddy's side while the other went to grip his cock Douglas pressed the head of his dick against the wet hole between the pig's cheeks. Freddy's worried expression turning into one of pure nirvana as the dark red crown pressed into and then punctured the tight confines of his gripping pucker.

As he was entered Freddy felt his mind go blank. The feel and knowledge of what was slowly working its way into his ass causing a slight conflict in battered psyche. This was it, he was officially gay now. Or at least more so than he had been before. And you know what? Fuck his parents and their attitudes! No more feeling like he was some sort of sicko! No more trying to hide it! He was gay damn it and he was going to fuck himself silly using Douglas' gigantic cock to prove it to himself!

Moving his hips with that one last triumphant thought Freddy ground down on cock firmly implanted up his backside. Over and over he gyrated. Back and forth, back and forth. harder and harder. The pleased growl that came from under him only spurring him on as he picked up speed, rising and falling over the hardness impaling him.

"Finally getting into, huh?" Douglas said, hands going to Freddy's hips again so he could assist him in his efforts. "Go an' enjoy yerself then Baby Boy. Only thing y'all need ta worry 'bout here is having yerself a real good time."

Looking down into Douglas' eyes Freddy distractedly nodded. "Yes sir, Daddy." He said mixed with a squeal. "Ahh... f-fuck... yeah, yeah... yeah... that's it's! Damn, yeah that's it!"

Supporting himself by placing both hands on the large mass that was Douglas' gut the blissed out young man continued on without a moments pause. Large curly tailed ass repeatedly slammed down as he rode the trucker with all the inexperienced charm of a boy fully enjoying his very first fuck.

It was a good ten minutes into this frantic ride however that Freddy felt himself nearly stumble. One especially hard downward thrust of his body causing a spark of intense pleasure as his prostrate was hit. A howl of delight drifting up into the air as he felt his entire body go limp from over stimulation.

Thankfully for Freddy, Douglas was quick to pick up the slack when he faltered. Sitting up the older male placed both his arms around the boy's back and held him in place as he took over. This new position allowing the canine to freely thrust upwards into Freddy as the boy wrapped his legs around his torso and held on for dear life.

Face finding its way into the crook of Douglas' neck as he was simultaneously held and pounded into Freddy whimpered. "D-Daddy..." He mewled. "You're so amazing sir. The way you fuck me... I-It's just so god damned amazing!"

"Yer amazing too ya'know." Douglas said, kissing the side of Freddy's head as he continued. "The way yer squeezing my dick right now... fuck son, feels like I got it stuck in a damn vice. You keep doing that an I'll be cumming right up yer chubby ol' ass in no time. Ya want my cum painting yer guts son? Filling ya up until it leaks down yer legs and onta the floor?"

"FUCK YES!" Freddy wailed as another intense orgasm blindsided him. The smell and wetness of his cum staining the dark chocolate brown of Douglas' thick fur with blinding white splatter.

Feeling the hole he was fucking tighten even more as Freddy came so prettily for him Douglas chuckled and changed their position once more. One hand holding the hog's head as he buried his face further into his chest while the other landed on a pink back, both cradling the boy as he spun them around so that Freddy ended up flat on his back with the trucker hovering over him.

"That's two times." Douglas proudly stated as he watched Freddy lay there completely out of breath. "Wonder how many more times I can make ya'll cum during this "Good Time" we're having."

Reentering Freddy once the challenge had been set Douglas proceeded to fuck him missionary style for a a long stretch of time. Looming over the pudgy teen he alternated between slow deliberate stroked and rapidly thrust into him while looking him dead in the eyes. The bewildered and pleased expressions he earned during each new shift in speed and technique he tried making him grin madly.

Pretty soon Douglas couldn't help himself and went down to kiss those soft parted lips moaning for him. Both his mouth and his hips working in concert as he fucked Freddy at both ends without a hint of slowing down or mercy!

Humming into the kiss as his lower half was steadily pounded into, legs left bouncing on either side of the dog's hips, Freddy eagerly welcomed Douglas' invading tongue. Both it and his own wrestling and sliding against each other as he held onto the canine's shaggy furred sides, rubbing them in gratitude.

Only parting when they both needed air Freddy giggled when Douglas nipped at his nose, a playful growl coming out of the larger man next as he rose up and grabbed his flabby chest. "You got yerself a nice pair here son." The trucker said fondling them. "Bet ya just loved it when I was a-sucking on'um earlier."

"Y-Yeah D-Daddy I did." Freddy confirmed, his speech stuttering as both his nipples were flicked by large thumbs. "I never knew they were so sensitive. I love it when you played with them."

"Oh, you loved it did ya?" Douglas repeated. "What else do y'all love Baby Boy? Ya love the feel of my big ol' dick sliding in an' outta this sweet pussy of yers. Breeding ya. Claiming ya. Marking ya. Leaving ya a sputtering moaning mess under me as I get ready ta unload a hot ol' helping of thick daddy cum inside of y'all."

"Uh-huh!" Was all Freddy could manage to get out at first after Douglas had spoken. "Oh god Daddy! You dick feels so good inside of me! So big... SO big! Ahh... AHH! I think I'm going to cum again soon!"

"Then cum for me Freddy honey." Douglas encouraged, hips picking up speed as he rolled them into the tight warmth of his companion. "Cum all over yerself. Don't worry 'bout the mess iffin it bothers ya. I'll be here ta lick it all off after we're done."

Crying out as he pictured all that Freddy did exactly what he'd just been told yet again. The third explosive climax he experienced an almost dry one as his cock pulsated and a watery stream of seed leaked out onto his stomach and down the sides to the blanket below.

That wasn't the end to the festivities however. Waiting until just after Freddy finished convulsing under him Douglas suddenly pulled out and effortlessly flipped the teen onto his belly again. Then after pulling the pig up onto all fours he rammed his still very hard and very hot cock right back in. An intrusion that Freddy eagerly responded to with a scream of "Daddy!" as Douglas started to truly pound into him like an untamed beast.

"Alright son, It's Daddy's turn ta cum now." Was Douglas' heated explanation. "I've been holding off 'cause I wanted ta see how badly I could work yer cute little ass up but now I ain't waiting no more! I'm gonna seed yer big ass!"

"Do it then Daddy!!" Freddy shouted, blood starting to boil at the sudden change in the nature of their coupling.

Gone was the patient father pleasing his son's vast and unrestrained sexual appetite. That kind man replaced with the big sex crazed Daddy who only wanted to find his own relief inside of the hole he owned. And Freddy just loved the hell out of every single moment of it!

Upper lip curling back in a snarl when he felt Freddy determinedly slam his ass back against his thrusting hips Douglas growled. Wet meaty thwacks and heavy panting encouraging him to be as loud and verbal as he could be while driving himself to completion.

"Fuck boy, work that chubby ass fer Daddy!" He roared. "Slam that sucker back as hard as y'all can. FUCK YEAH! FUCK YEAH! Work ta get that cum out of my balls. Earn the breeding yer a-wanting! Yer a-needing!"

Responding to the other man's commands Freddy moved faster and faster, a constant mantra of "Yes, Daddy! Yes Daddy! Yes Daddy!" spilling form his lips as he did his best to make Douglas cum inside his well-used hole.

It took some time, twenty minutes of vigorous fucking and cursing in fact, for Freddy to finally accomplish what he was trying to do too. Douglas suddenly going still behind him the pig found himself covered as the trucker fell down onto his hands and knees over him, large heavyset frame heaving and rumbling as he came for what felt like several minutes inside his hole with a reverberating growl that Freddy swore he could feel throughout his entire being.

In the following moments after the finale of their sexual rendezvous both Freddy and Douglas were left panting. The younger man's entire body suddenly becoming very sore and tired as he fell forwards onto his belly, Douglas' cock slipping free and his ass left bare to the world as the cum inside of him gushed out in a torrent out of his gaping hole and onto the bedspread.

Startling a little when he felt a heavy weight shift behind him Freddy turned to the right just in time to see a nude Douglas make his way to the bathroom across the room. Large naked form disappearing after he opened the door and entered, the light inside the small room flicking on a moment later.

'Guess he isn't one to stick around once he's done.' Freddy thought disappointed.

However any disillusionment Freddy felt towards being abandoned after sex was soon replaced with surprise when Douglas returned a moment later with a wet town in one hand. Returning to the bed with his new acquisition the large man proceeded to use the warm, wet cloth to wipe away the slickness and sweat covering Freddy's backside and dripping down between his legs. It's warmth soothing and pleasant to the boy as he laid there getting cleaned with incredible tenderness.

"You alright son?" Douglas asked as he tended to him. "I wasn't too hard on y'all now was I? Sorta lost control there for a spell."

"No... you were prefect." Freddy responded. "OH! I mean, no Daddy."

Douglas chuckled at the younger man fondly. "You ain't gotta call me than right now Freddy honey." He said. "That was all just fer when we was having sex if that's what y'all would prefer."

"But I like calling you that." Freddy admitted with a blush. Hiding his face in the blankets he muffled a snicker. "And... I sorta liked it when you called me your Baby Boy too." He then added. "Made me feel wanted for once."

"Well then, I'll just keep on doing that then." Douglas agreed. Dropped the rag to the floor he gently gave Freddy a nudge and climbed back onto the bed. "Scoot over fer me will ya Baby Boy? Let's cuddle fer a while."

Sliding over Freddy quickly found himself pulled into a warm embrace. Golden haired head resting on Douglas' wide chest as the Newfie wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him as close as possible.

"Damn, you are the biggest guy I've ever seen." Freddy said dreamily as he got comfortable, fingers going to play with the fur on the canine's rounded belly. It really did feel nice being held like this. "You're really handsome too."

"Yer a sweet one Freddy Macalister. Y'all know that right?" Douglas returned, his free hand coming to massage Freddy's side. "I don't want you ta ever ferget that either. Yer an amazing boy and y'all should never take any sort of shit from yer parents of anyone else fer that matter, ya here? Don't let'um treat ya like ya don't matter 'cause ya do. Ya matter a hellava lot."

Truly warmed by the encouraging words Freddy felt himself sniffle, face turning to press against the luscious fur in an effort to hide the wetness now on his cheeks. "I'll do my best to remember that Daddy." he said.

Douglas seemed pleased by this response. The dog chuckling lightly as he planted a chaste kiss on the pig's forehead. "Good. Now that we got that whole mess settled try an' get some sleep." He instructed. "I reckon y'all got yerself twenty, twenty-five minutes of resting before I get all horny and have'ta start fucking ya again."

Despite the shock that statement caused in him Freddy opted not to question how Douglas could still go on after all that stuff they did. After all, who was he to complain about the older man's plans? He had only just lost his virginity after all and Freddy was looking forward to learning as much as he could about real sex before the night was out.

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The Next Day...

A tired sounding yawn came out of Freddy as he slowly woke up inside of Douglas' big sixteen-wheeler that next day. Scooting up into a proper seated position as he slowly came to the pig mentally chastised himself for falling asleep while on the road a second time. What was it about that truck that made him all sleepy?

"Good morning again son." Douglas teased from his place behind the wheel of his big rig. Taking his attention off of the road for a moment he reached over and tweaked one of Freddy's folded ears. "Guess yer still a little worn out from all that heavy riding I put ya through last night, ain't ya?"

Freddy snorted derisively. "Damn right I am you big sex monster." He joked. "I barely had enough energy to deal with that old man in the gas station when I called for my tow truck."

Chuckling at the exaggerated pouting aimed his way Douglas shook his head fondly. "Y'all are really making it hard fer me ta leave ya behind." He hummed. "I could use a sweet fella like you to keep my company when I'm hauling."

"I wish we could stay together too." Freddy sighed.

Douglas nodded sadly. "I know Baby Boy." He said. "I know..."

Resting against the seat as they drove back to his car Freddy sighed lightly to himself, sad that they'd be saying goodbye pretty soon. It was odd. Even though he had only known Douglas for a day and a half he knew he'd miss the man terribly once they parted.

Sure, there was a small part of Freddy that wanted to say the hell with his plans and keep riding along to wherever the Newfie was heading. But he realized in the end that that'd be a crazy thing to do. The two of them had just met after all. And besides Freddy had a life to carve out for himself. One that led him down a different path than Douglas'.

Feeling the truck slow down as he thought over his decision Freddy gazed out his window and watched as they came to a stop on the opposite side of the road from his rusty old jalopy. The small, blue and white vehicle still right where he had left it the previous day with all the stuff he had inside thankfully untouched.

"Well, here we are son." Douglas announced. The sentence a sadder sounding version of what he said when they arrived at the rest stop yesterday. "Make sure y'all stay safe until the tow truck comes an gets ya."

"Don't worry I will." Taking a deep breath Freddy moved in and kissed Douglas with as much passion as he could muster. The older man happily accepting the sign of affection as they deepened it, several minutes going by before they separated.

"Promise me y'all won't go forgetting about this old trucker either Freddy honey." Douglas smiled as Freddy pulled away and opened his door.

"I won't Douglas. Not. Ever." The pig promised. Sliding out of the cabin and landing outside he smiled up at the other man. "I don't think I could ever forget about you Daddy."

Douglas chuckled. "Me neither Son." He returned.

Knowing not to draw out their goodbyes any longer less he hop back into the truck Freddy reached up and pushed the passenger's side door to close it. However as after he had Douglas suddenly said something that had him stopping in confusion.

"Oh, and before I ferget son, make sure y'all look behind that picture!" He said as the door slowly swung shut. "There's something behind it you'll wanna see!"

"Wait what!?" Freddy asked quickly.

But the boy's question came too late. With a roar of its engine as the door closed Douglas' big rig lurched forward suddenly. The large vehicle kicking up a cloud of dusk so thick that Freddy had to close his eyes as he sputtered and coughed, the sounds of the sixteen-wheeler racing away echoing out into the quiet of the desert.

"Geeze. That was a little rude." Freddy grunted out as he recovered from the coughing fit he had experienced. "Wonder why he left so quick."

Frowning when no answer to his question came the teen decided to just shrug it off to Douglas being on a tight scheduled. The Newfie was a trucker after all. They no doubt had to make their deliveries on time and everything. Yet as soon as this thought came to mind Freddy realized something strange. Douglas was going back the same way he had come from when they had met. He hadn't unloaded anything at the rest stop so shouldn't he have turned around and gone back the way they had just come?

That question shook off too after finding himself unable to come up with a reasonable enough answer Freddy returned to his car and sat down against it, waiting for mechanic and his tow truck he had called for earlier. Luckily for him the wait for his new ride wasn't too long of one. The pig's head perking up when he saw an old tow truck appear over down the road with a sputtering vroom as it speedily drove towards him.

Sliding from his spot laying on the hood of his car as the vehicle neared Freddy stood and waited for the tow truck to turn itself around and then back up into position before approaching the side of the vehicle. "Hello?" He called out to the driver.

The driver's side door swinging open with a creak when he spoke Freddy watched as a portly donkey dressed in only a pair oil stained overalls and a dirty hat stepped out. One hand going to wipe itself on his pants leg before he held out the newly "clean" appendage in greeting.

"Howdy." The thirty-something man said. "You the one who called for a towing job, sir?"

Reluctant to take the dirty hand being offered him Freddy nodded to the question. "Um... yeah?" He replied, hoping that this wasn't the truck sent to save him. "Are you the mechanic with the tow truck I called this morning?"

"Sure as spit I am!" Walking over to the back of his truck the man grabbed the hook hanging from the boom winch and pulled it down. "Now why don't you go make yourself comfortable in my truck while I hook'er up. We don't want to be out here when the real heat starts up."

Eyeing the donkey as he bent over to attach the towing hook to his car's undercarriage Freddy let his eyes momentarily linger on the mechanic's bottom before doing what the man had suggested. Yeah, the guy was no Douglas, but in his own way he was sorta attractive too.

Taking another five minutes to finish connecting his client's car to his, the donkey piled back into his truck next to Freddy and took off. The old machine making good speed down the road despite it's obvious age and the heavy load it was now towing.

"So kid, how did you make out sleeping out here last night?" The mechanic asked after several miles of silence. "Couldn't have been fun being out here all alone. Especially with all them stories they tell about this area. There's even tale of a phantom T--"

"--I didn't sleep out here actually." Freddy cut in, completely uninterested in any urban legends. "This trucker I met drove me to the rest stop down the road and I stayed there. Pretty nice place considering how far out it is."

The donkey's face scrunched up in confusion. "Rest stop?" He said. "There ain't no rest stop out here."

Not it was Freddy's turn to look confused. How could the mechanic have missed a place that large and crowded? "Yeah there is." He insisted. "You had to have passed it on the way here."

"Only thing I passed by was old Pendleton Corner and no one stops there anymore." The donkey said with a shudder. "Not since the sixties when it--"

"--Well I stayed there!" Freddy said, sounding almost offended. Sure the place might have been a little old fashioned but it had been an oasis for him in a time of need. Plus he had lost his cherry there too. He'd remember it for the rest of his life.

The mechanic made a tsking sound. "Then you're a braver man then me son." He said. "Much braver."

Quickly becoming annoyed with the other man Freddy turned away from him after that. The next ten hour or so of their ride spent in near silence until they came up to where he knew Douglas had taken him. About to point over to it to show the donkey just how wrong he was Freddy instead went deathly still in shock. A collection of old ruins meeting his eyes instead of the crowded, brand new rest stop he had seen the other day.

"What the hell!" Rolling down the window Freddy stuck his head out, trying to get a better look at the area they were driving up to. Then turning to the mechanic when he failed to do so he frantically motioned for him to pull over. "Stop the car!" He demanded loudly. "I need to check something out."

"O-Okay sir." The donkey stammered, completely taken aback by the all the shouting.

The tow truck coming to a jerking stop Freddy opened his door as soon as he could and sprinted forwards into the old weed strewed remains of the rest stop he swore he had spent the previous night in. Heading for Mary's diner first he pressed his face against the window and peered inside. To his shock the restaurant's interior appeared many, many years older now. The once clean floor faded and covered in old wrappers and beer cans. And the once shiny counter top covered in nothing but a thin layer of dust and oddly an old leftover pie tin.

"What the hell is going on!?" Freddy yelled backing away in shock.

Turning tail and running, the portly pig raced past the boarded up gas station and little strip mall of stores towards what was left of the motor lodge. Reaching it in mere moments he quickly went to the same hotel room him and Douglas had had their magical evening in. But just as with everything else the only thing that met his vision was an old derelict room. Weeds growing through the floor and sand collecting in piles in the corners.

Rubbing his forehead as he turned away and walked back down the side of the hotel Freddy tried and tried to figure out what was going on. But no matter how hard he tried nothing made sense. Did any of what happened after he met Douglas actually happen?! Or had it all been some sort of heat induced dream?

"Wait Douglas!" Freddy said, breathlessly. "W-Was he even real?"

Thinking about the previous day Freddy replayed everything that had happened to him in his head. The ride to the rest stop, the meal in the diner, the night in the hotel room, and finally to the very last time he had seen the trucker. It was as he got to that last bit that he remembered what the trucker had said before he left.

"Oh, and before I ferget son, make sure y'all look behind that picture! There's something behind it you'll wanna see!"

Reacting as soon as the words echoed in his mind Freddy made his way to the motel's main office next. The door almost falling off its hinges as he pushed his way inside. Once there he then approached the wall where the picture Douglas had shown him the previous night was. To his immense relief hanging there was the same photo of Douglas, Huey, and all their friends. The sight of the canine's face calming Freddy a little as he removed the picture and examined it closely.

It was as Freddy looked over the old faded image that something new caught his eyes though. In the back of the group there was a man holding a sign. One that clearly read: HAPPY NEW YEAR 1939! Reading this holiday greeting Freddy dropped the picture with a gasp. The frame landing face down with a crack as he stared down at it.

"Shit!" Freddy cursed as he bend down to retrieve the artifact. He may have been scared as hell right now but he didn't want to ruin it.

However before he picked the photo up he saw something on the back of it that made him pause. Written there, in old nearly faded letters was a message. One that he instantly knew was from Douglas from its tone and the little heart drawn next to it.

"Thanks for the wonderful time Baby Boy. Be sure to find yourself someone who can make y'all as happy as you made me for a night." Freddy read aloud. "P.S. Open the picture frame. I left you a little something to help you make that new start of yours easier."

Doing as he'd been told Freddy pried open the frame's back cover and removed it. To his shock when he did ten old one hundred dollar bills slipped out of the back and fluttered to the floor. The small fortune making the pig gape for a moment before he closed his eyes, the knowledge of who had left them for him giving him a warm feeling in his doughy chest.

Sometime later a red eyed and yet somehow smiling Freddy made his way back to the tow truck and its worried looking driver. As soon as he approached the donkey went over to him with relief in his eyes. "You had me really worried there for a minute kid." He said. "You alright."

"Y-Yeah." Freddy answered. "More than fine actually Mister.... Um, what was your name again?"

"I just go by Gus. No Misters" The mechanic provided, as he took off his hat and held it while smiling in a friendly manner at the younger man. "And are you sure you're alright? I'd hate to think a good looking man like you is getting sick from the heat and the sun."

Blinking at what the mechanic had just said Freddy cocked his head questioningly. "Did you just call me good looking?" He asked.

Gus appeared both surprised and embarrassed by what he said. "Y-Yeah I-I suppose I d-did." He admitted humbly. "Sorry bout doing that sir. It just slipped out. I promise you I ain't some weirdo who goes after straight fellers."

Remembering what Douglas had said in his note Freddy snickered while placing a hand on Gus' arm. "Well lucky for you I don't mind you calling me that." He told him. "You're actually kind of attractive yourself. Sorta sexy too in those overalls of yours."

The older man gasped, face turning a little red as he did. "I-I am!?"

Freddy nodded. "Yeah!" Walking past him he motioned towards the truck. "We can talk about it more if you want while your drive me to your garage. And maybe... over dinner or something later tonight?"

"I think I'd like that." Gus happily replied back. "I'd like it a whole lot."

Well, it was official. Life could be really awesome sometimes. Actually not only could it be awesome, but it was also sort of amazing too. Majorly so. Or at least that's what a certain young pig named Freddy Macalister had learned as he and Gus got back into his truck and drove down the sunbaked highway. And you know what? After what had just happened to him--whatever it was--Freddy never wanted it any other way, ever again.

The End