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The gray fox in the fishnet reached under his shorts and tugged his thong out from between his ass cheeks. "This thing feels like it's gonna saw me in half," he groused. An impressive cloud of vapor formed on his breath. "Why can't we do this somewhere else, like Florida?"

The fox with the raccoon mask looked at his companion. A smile twisted the corners of his mouth up. "Because you don't want to suck some eighty-year-old golfer's sack, that's why." He looked out at the parking lot. He had to admit that this was desolate even by their standards. They usually turned about four tricks an hour, each. Sometimes they worked the same john and their rates went up accordingly. Right about now, a two-fer with a nice, warm car or - even better - a guy who needed a motel room and some ass would be excellent. The cold had a way of seeping through even the pile of his thick, orange fur.

Twenty-one years of age, Flamey was a relative newcomer to the oldest profession. He started hooking with the intent to pay his way through college, but now he hooked to fatten up his bankroll and get laid at the same time. He was a rare breed of hooker who emphatically loved what he did and had no vices. His charm made him popular with even the most jaded customers.

Flamey sidled up to his coworker. Desmond was an inch taller and six years older, and the conflicting stories he told about his foray into hooking suggested that he had begun before his eighteenth birthday. His demeanor was that of a seen-it-all mistress, especially compared to the younger and more starry-eyed boy at his side. They were the sweet and sour who had nearly everything a boy-hungry john could want. Desmond's slimmer, more athletic body was a counterpoint to Flamey's thick, girly ass and hips. He was a willing top but his penis was undersized, almost unoffending in its smallness; Flamey's was thick and black but his demeanor was wholly submissive.

Flamey nuzzled into Desmond's neck. He hugged the other fox closely. "Desmond. Come on. It's midnight, we're almost naked at a Minnesota truck stop, and my thong keeps riding up my butt crack." He lowered his voice and said, "We made almost a thousand dollars in two hours, can't we turn in early? Or just-," he glanced at the truck stop cafe, "go inside and get something to eat?"

"You think they're gonna let us inside?" Desmond asked, his tone of voice baffled that Flamey could be so naive. "Assuming they don't just call the cops on us for being lot lizards, we're just as liable to get stomped for being fags. No way."

The gray fox smiled. "Or we might just find a bunch of queer truckers who need a nut busted. Probably not, but you never know, right?"

Desmond turned his head to watch lights come off the highway. A Peterbilt in a burnished red hue pulled up to the pumps near them. They stood by the trash cans about thirty feet from the pumps. Their used rubbers lay on top of fast food bags and other trucker trash like beached jellyfishes.

A tiger dropped out of the truck and started fueling his truck's tanks. While the diesel flowed on its own, he walked around the box trailer, kicking the tires and tapping the running lights.

"Stay here," Desmond said quietly. He sauntered across the way and disappeared behind the trailer after the tiger. He came back in five minutes wiping his lips with a cherry-flavored condom dangling from a balloon knot in his fingers.

"Nice guy. He's from Canada, eh?" Desmond said, dropping the rubber in the trash. "Nice cock, too."

"Did it taste like maple syrup?" Flamey asked, smiling cutely. "Guess he wasn't a queer-stomper."

Desmond nudged Flamey's wide hip with his own. "It's the walk. Trucker fags always have a certain walk."

The two foxes went back to watching. Desmond's Canadian customer pulled up to the cafe and had dinner before leaving. He didn't look at the whores on his way out.

In the hour that came and went, Flamey serviced two johns in the pleasant warmth of their trucks. He got a tiger of his own, although this one was from Texas. His second john was a taciturn polar bear who wanted Flamey to ride his lap, demanded he not speak at all, and lasted less than two minutes. The fox got a twenty for a tip on top of his fifty dollars for the ride.

The whores were debating packing it up when a black truck idled into a spot in front of the cafe. It was specked with rust and had clearly seen better days, but its engine sounded healthy. There was no trailer on its hitch and the foxcoon perked at this.

"This guy's just finished a job. He's gonna go in, eat up, and then he's gonna wanna bust a nut and probably sleep. Assuming he's a fag, we got our grand finale here."

Flamey was just studying the truck, smiling in disbelief. "Wait'll he gets out. Let's see this guy."

The engine ticked over for a few more seconds before the truck went quiet. The driver-side door flung open and heavy boots hit the running board, then the pavement. Flamey was halfway to the truck before Desmond even hissed at him to stop.

"Ryan!" Flamey cried, and he met the trucker in the cafe's light. He threw his arms around the black but graying wolf and squeezed him tight as if seeing a favorite uncle at Thanksgiving.

Ryan squeezed him back, saying, "Prettyboy! I'm guessing we met before."

Desmond, close by, walked warily towards the wolf. "Hey. I guess your name's Ryan?"

"Right you are, kid," the wolf amicably said. He smooched Flamey despite not remembering him. "And you must be, uh..." He stared at the fox's expectant face. "Some kid I porked in the butt, right?"

Flamey giggled, shook his head. "Nnno. You sat on me, though. Oh, I smelled like you for days."

"Is this that guy?" Desmond asked. "Yeah, thanks a lot. I just about had to bathe him in tomato juice."

Ryan chuckled. His laughter had a jolly, aged quality that even the cynical foxcoon found infectious. Soon both foxes were pressed up to him, snuggling into his flannel-clad torso for warmth.

Another truck driver, a Great Dane with a graying face, muttered as he entered the cafe, "Fuckin' faggots."

"Guess he's not gonna be a customer," Flamey said, grinning and blushing. "Ryan, I'm Flamey. Remember? You thought it was a silly name. This is Desmond, he's my best friend. He taught me everything I know about-, about doing this," he finished self-consciously.

"Desmond and Flamey, Flamey and Desmond," Ryan murmured. His big, warm paws each found a boy ass to cup and squeeze. Booties in shorts with fat bankrolls in the back pockets perked into his palms invitingly. "Yeah. I think I remember you, kid. And you," he winked down at Desmond, "well, I'm looking forward to getting to know you. Do I get a package deal on you two? Maybe a loyalty bonus?"

Flamey laughed. He pulled Ryan, Desmond by extension, toward the motel. The sign offered vacancies. "I think we can work something out as long as I get to smell that big ass again."

"Flamey's a little bit of a butt slut," Desmond said in a guarded way. "He's too pure to snort coke, but he'll snort crack anytime, if you understand."

"Shut up," the gray fox said, laughing again. "He likes it too, Ryan. Oh, he's gonna love you. Come on."

The clerk behind the desk was a very tired-looking doe in her twenties. She gave Ryan and his boys a bored look as she rang up his room and handed over the card key. She was familiar with the two whores, knew exactly what they were doing, and couldn't have cared any less about how they earned their money. She thought the wolf was handsome. It was too bad he was obviously gay.

Ryan's room was on the second of four floors. It was small, yet surprisingly clean. An old pipe radiator kept it cozy.

The wolf pushed the door shut with his boot and fished a paw down the back of Flamey's booty shorts. The fox laughed and leaned on Ryan, a blush warming his snout up. Then Ryan's fingers brushed the pucker of his anus and it sent a shiver up the fox's spine. He kissed the trucker's cheek and said, "Go right for it, handsome. Dig those fingers in."

Desmond warmed his paws by the radiator. He said over his shoulder, "Ryan, handsome, what can we do for you? Anything special you want or do you wanna see where it leads?"

Ryan was aware of how dry his fingers were. He rubbed the rim of Flamey's anus, visualizing how puffy it was. It was the butthole of an experienced whore. Good, he thought. Don't have to be gentle with him or the ringtail.

"Here's an idea, kid," Ryan said. His free paw caressed Flamey's back. The fox loved Ryan's warmth and pressed into him. "It's been a while since I had a show put on for me. Last time-," he laughed, remembering, "last time was with these two otter boys, brothers I think. They were nasty. Made-out in front of me, took turns putting their tongues up my butt."

Desmond strode back to Ryan, a wry smile on his face. His banded tail swished slowly. "Flamey and I aren't related, but we can put on a little show for a handsome man like you."

"Good. Good." Ryan smooched Flamey between the eyes and pulled his paw out of the boy's shorts. He nudged the gray fox towards his friend and moved over to the armchair.

The foxcoon and the fox fucked only occasionally. Their jobs were so entwined with sex that when their time was their own, they tended to cuddle or play video games. But they were eager with each other now, eager to pleasure their customer, and they kissed gently but openly. Their soft bodies rubbed together, fur grinding into fur, tight shorts colliding at the groin in a slow and sensual grind. They fondled each other about the ass, rubbing cheeks in loping circles. Flamey hitched a leg up around Desmond and leaned on the foxcoon to support his weight.

"That's the stuff. That's it. Kiss for daddy," Ryan grumbled. He opened the fly of his greasy jeans and whipped out his cock, then pulled out his balls. They hung over his jeans and boxers, dangling low, dripping sweat. The reek of his genitals entered the air and both foxes took note of it. Desmond's eyes wandered to the wolf's meat, finding its uncircumcised shape and black shade thrilling. Even as a jaded fag, he could hardly believe sometimes that he got paid to fuck such handsome men.

"How about some nakedness?" Ryan suggested, grinning like a sleazy porn director. "C'mon, cuties, I wanna see those dicks."

Flamey broke the kiss but nuzzled Desmond. He liked the foxcoon's long, smooth tongue. "You sucked mine last time we met," he tittered. "While you sat on me."

"I remember. I remember some of it, anyway." Ryan leisurely masturbated. Thick wads of precum welled up at the tip of his cock and he smeared them down his shaft, adding to the natural grease of sebum and sweat already slicking his penis. "Yours is black too. Right? Yeah?"

The gray fox smiled as he pulled down his shorts. His dark meat was only now peeking from its sheath, but the color was plain to see. "You do remember me!"

Desmond tugged down his own shorts and his much smaller penis bobbed into view. He wore no underpants as Flamey did, preferring the quick access of one layer when it came to surreptitious anal sex. "Looks like I'm the little one as usual," he remarked without bitterness. "Just once, it would be interesting to meet a john with a micropenis."

"No such luck here, kiddo," Ryan chuckled. He leaned forward and beckoned Desmond with a finger. "Bet that little pecker tastes good, though," he said as the ringtail came near with hips swaying. Desmond moved like a model on the runway. "Mind if I suck your dick, kid?"

"Just don't gnaw the foreskin," Desmond firmly said. "Some guys-."

"Yeah, some guys do that shit. I don't get it either." Ryan shrugged. His strong fingers closed around Desmond's hips. "No worries there, cutie. If I learned a thing or two in fifty years, it's how to treat a cock right."

Ryan engulfed Desmond's small cock in one slobbery gulp. Desmond, who Flamey never knew to to moan, gasped and shoved the cap off of Ryan's head, threading his fingers through the trucker's short black hair. The wolf's big tongue loped around Desmond's balls and gave them a slurp. It looked as if he was going to pull them into his mouth but ultimately he didn't. On the three-and-a-half inches of Desmond's uncircumcised meat, Ryan bobbed and slobbered, curling his tongue into a corkscrew around the flesh one way, then the opposite. He had the foxcoon panting before long. His paws gripped Desmond's ass cheeks and squeezed them tight. He pulled back just long enough to say, "Suck mine, Flamey."

Flamey went straight to work. He knelt under Desmond and gulped down Ryan's big black meat without bothering to slip a rubber on it. He had learned how to expertly work a dick under Desmond's tutelage and he put his skills to work on the trucker with no small amount of favoritism. Ryan was his first trick and in many ways the one who stuck with him the most. The stink and the sexual flavor of the trucker had never left his brain and it was renewed now as he slobbered and sucked on flesh long fermented, left unwashed, in grubby boxer shorts. He moaned not as a professional whore but an eager fag gulping on prime dick. As he sucked Ryan off, he palmed his sheath through his thong's thin fabric. His penis had begun to tent it.

"Shit, gawd," Desmond panted, paws cupping Ryan's ears. "I don't usually-, I'm not the one getting sucked, ever," he said with a trembling voice. "You're gonna make me cum and I'm gonna have to pay you, this is too goddamn good." He gradually doubled over top of Ryan, his paws clinging to the trucker's head which bobbed and twisted on his groin. His penis twitched between Ryan's fangs, pulsing against his slobbering tongue.

Flamey pulled down on Ryan's cock, tugging the foreskin back. He slathered the glans with special care, knowing it was exceptionally tender on uncircumcised men. He didn't want to overwhelm Ryan. When the wolf bucked against him, awkwardly lifting his ass out of the chair, Flamey took it as a sign that he was doing a good job.

Desmond hissed and whined. He preferred not to cum unless the client really wanted him to; being pent-up was good for his performance. For the first time that frigid Minnesota night, Desmond ejaculated. His slop splashed against the back of Ryan's throat and was swallowed on reflex along with a mouthful of drool. He whined as he came, "That's it, you got me, you got me." As Ryan eased off of him, Desmond said, "I haven't had a good blowjob in years. Fuck."

"Happy to oblige you, kid," Ryan said quietly. There was a strain in his voice, a slight grin on his face. He let go of Desmond's ass to rub Flamey's head. "Kid, hey. Flamey?"

"Mhm," Flamey replied around a mouthful of cock.

Ryan chuckled. "Kiddo, how about I fuck that ass of yours? Maybe your buddy can lick my asshole while I'm doing it." His orange eyes flicked up to Desmond. "What do you think, honey? You up for tonguing some trucker pucker?"

Desmond snickered at the term. "I'm always up for eating some ass. Flamey always told me his first john - you - had some serious musk going on. Hope you don't disappoint."

The wolf gently nudged Flamey back. His cock throbbed in the open air, flesh shiny with the fox's slobber. He pulled Desmond down and pecked him on the lips. "I been told I got the best ass anybody's ever sniffed, kid. Hope you're hungry."

"Ryan's butt is so good," Flamey said. "I'm actually jealous of you, Desmond."

"You can get some after I cum in your ass," Ryan said. "Get yourself set up, kiddo. All-fours with the tail up, on your back, maybe you wanna ride me? Hell, surprise me, boy." He added with obvious hope, "Even let you fuck me if you wanna go that route."

The gray fox let out a high laugh sounding more surprised than amused. He covered his mouth like a lady. "I don't top anybody," he said apologetically, rubbing Ryan's inner thigh. His red eyes fixed again on Ryan's member and he felt an incredible hunger for the musky meat. "Just let me get myself ready for you, sweetie."

Flamey made himself prone on the bed. His dark penis throbbed in the open air and beads of precum rolled down the bottom of the shaft like water droplets from a dripping faucet. Desmond sat beside him. Ryan, fully nude, knelt on the bed and palmed the gray fox's cock.

"Really nice pecker, kid. Too bad you won't bend me over." A lewdness only a middle-aged truck driver could muster up lingered in his eyes. He gazed at Flamey with the thinnest of smiles on his muzzle. "You su-u-ure you don't wanna pound me, kiddo?"

"It's just not my thing," Flamey said. He parted his legs, smiling. "But you can fuck me 'til I can't walk. That's just fine."

Ryan scooted closer to the fox and his paw slid off the boy's cock. It moved under his balls where his fingertips touched the boy's pucker again. Flamey arched his back a few inches off the bed, settled back down, sighed.

"You like having your butthole played with, don't you, kid? Feels real puffy. Bet taking dicks for a living does that to an asshole." There was no ridicule in his words. "Desmond - that's your name, ain't it, kid? I'll give you twenty bucks if you can find me some lube."

Desmond chuckled. He leaned into the tubby wolf and kissed him on the cheek. "I wouldn't charge you for lube, handsome," he said, and took a packet of the stuff out of the pocket of his discarded shorts. "You want me to smear it on that big, black prick for you, too?" he asked, his eyebrows raising.

"Please do," Ryan said. When the foxcoon ripped the top of the packet, he said, "That big, black prick," touching Flamey's penis. "And I think you can figure out where the rest goes, kid."

The foxcoon shrugged. He went to work slicking his companion with the lube. Flamey wasn't used to the feeling. He thought it felt messy and a little nasty to have something so oily on his cock. His instinct was to clean it off but his conscious mind was elsewhere. He said in the gentle voice of someone trying to end a relationship, "Ryan, hey... I told you-."

"You don't fuck, I know." Ryan smiled amicably. "But you didn't say nothing about getting bounced on, now did you? Eh? Loopholes, kid!"

Desmond looked at Flamey's gleaming cock with some pride. He looked at Ryan, smiling, and held up his slippery paws. "Show me that big butt. Gonna lube those brakes, Mr. Truck Driver."

Ryan laughed as he flopped down on the bed beside Flamey. His tail flagged over his wide ass. "Lube my brakes? I figured you'd have said exhaust."

"Lost opportunity," Desmond said, shrugging. He pulled a fat cheek to the side and glimpsed Ryan's pink, plump anus. The smell of sweat and musky trucker ass crack rolled across his nostrils. He dipped his muzzle in and stole a quick sniff, then a slurp on the ring.

"Don't be shy, kid," growled Ryan. "You go ahead and tongue my asshole all you want. Public use."

"Just clearing my sinuses," Desmond said. He took one more quick lick, then his fingers pushed into the ring. It spread easily for his lubricated digits. He used two and spread them gently, also twisting them to evenly coat the wolf's insides with thick, warm lube.

As Desmond worked, Flamey scooted closer and nuzzled with Ryan. He and the trucker kissed sweetly, then luridly as tongues came into play. Ryan gave an excellent kiss with his huge tongue, dragging it all through the small gray fox's mouth as if checking him for contraband. No portion of the fox's mouth went unloved under Ryan's care. Flamey shuddered for Ryan, knotted penis twitching and adding precum to its coating of lube.

Desmond rocked back on his knees and took another look at Ryan's anus. The pink ring and an inch-wide radius of fur around it glinted with colorless lube. He grinned and, on impulse, smacked Ryan's wide ass. It wobbled from the strike. "Tailpipe's all lubed up, Ryan," he slyly said. "Take her for a spin."

"Nice work there, kiddo," Ryan said close to Flamey's drool-caked muzzle. The fox was huffing, whimpering needfully for him. Ryan smooched his nose and cooed, "Here it comes, kid. 'Bout to milk that prick."

For not the first time in his life, Flamey watched as Ryan's fat body clambered over him. The first time Ryan had sat on his face. Now Flamey could see the lust in Ryan's orange eyes, the sublime dominance in his smile. His penis slipped between two big ass cheeks and the warmth made him shudder and close his eyes. He pawed at Ryan's hips with soft paws, whispering, "Ooh, Ryan..."

Then came penetration. Flamey's pointed shaft spread Ryan open with ease. Two coatings of lubricant and the wolf's frequent anal practice made the sex nothing but a smooth pleasure, and Ryan rode him down to the knot before resting. Flamey stroked Ryan's chubby body and said, "You're so heavy. I kinda like it."

"You better, 'cause you sure liked it when my butt cheeks were on your face," Ryan replied, smirking. He was blushing too, and his matted tail wagged above his plump behind. Paws on Flamey's chest, thumbs tweaking dark nipples, Ryan began to bounce on the hooker. A wet suction noise punctuated each rise and drop, the lube shifting inside of the wolf's behind. Flamey's toes curled and his back arched, soft moans rising from his lips as sweet little warbles.

"You like it, kid, you love it," Ryan murmured, the words almost inaudible. He leaked precum on the fox's belly. His cock disgorged thick, clear wads into the boy's fur.

Desmond, coming from behind, wrapped his arms loosely around the wolf. He palmed Ryan's belly, rubbing through its thick fluff. "Anything I can do for you, handsome?"

Ryan smiled. He touched Desmond's paws in one of his own. "Hey, kid. Hey." His smooth ride went on uninterrupted. "I'm all good. How about you lay down with Flamey there? Maybe you two can smooch for me. I'd like to see those tongues work again."

The foxcoon laid close to Flamey and kissed him on the side of the snout. "Ryan wants to see us kiss," he whispered, but conspicuously enough for the wolf to hear.

The gray fox smiled, giggling. "Aw, but-," he laughed, "I don't kiss hookers on the mouth..."

Both foxes giggled together like the faggots they were. Then they kissed, smooching sweetly at first before the tongues came into play just as before. Loping laps in the open air made a tangled pink knot for Ryan to gaze upon. The kiss shifted into Desmond's maw and Flamey took point, slobbering and slurping just like Ryan had done to him. In seconds the kiss was in the gray fox's mouth, and then in the open air again. As their tongues knotted up, Desmond grew hard again and Flamey grasped his small penis, tweaking it in his fingers.

Ryan's old ass bounced repetitiously on Flamey's hips. The fat in the cheeks wobbled continuously but his pucker was tight and loving, its rim smooching on the fox's knot at the bottom of each descent. His eyes unwaveringly followed the kiss, his focal point their tongues. Ryan started masturbating himself slowly. "Keep on kissin', boys. Work those pretty tongues. Gawddamn, I bet you boys could lick the chrome off a bumper with tongues like that."

Desmond, blushing but grinning, reached down and found Ryan's penis. The wolf unhanded it without a word, just silent acknowledgment. Desmond stroked Ryan as Flamey stroked Desmond, but the foxcoon had much more to work with - and he worked it skillfully. Precum oozed into his fingers. Ryan huffed for both of them, for different reasons, but it was all for pleasure just the same.

The kiss wore thin and Flamey said as he panted, "Gosh, this is-, this is good. I think maybe I could get used to being bounced on. Gawd."

"It's something special, ain't it kid?" Ryan said, running a paw down Flamey's girlish body. "Your dick's throbbin' hard up inside me, feels like it's just a matter of time before you pop." He let his ass drop and wriggled it downward. His anus winked against the knot. "Shit, that's good... it's been a long while since I had my ass tied up with a knot. Kid, how long's it been since you squirted?"

"Couple days, maybe," Flamey said uncertainly. "I kinda-, I try not to cum, it makes it easier to work when I'm all pent up." Desmond smirked.

Ryan uttered an airy laugh. "Sorry to make your work tougher, kiddo, but you're gonna cum in this fat ass and you're gonna like it."

Flamey crookedly smiled. His blush was vibrant. "Yes sir, you bet I'm gonna cum..."

The foxcoon curled around Ryan, moving with the chubby wolf. His fuzzy warmth was cloying in the heat of the motel room but Ryan squeezed him closer. Sweat seeped through their coats of fur and brought with it the smell of musk and odor. Ryan nuzzled Desmond's snout, kissed his lips, huffed hot breath over his muzzle. "You're a sweet kid, ain't you?" he asked softly.

"For the right price," Desmond said wryly, but there was more to this than a hooker's shrewdness. Ryan was lovable; Flamey had been right about the truck driver. He stroked Ryan's penis slowly, counting its throbs as if checking the wolf's pulse. Fat globs of precum shot from its tip. Desmond smeared them down the uncircumcised flesh, making the shaft glint with its own product. "You smell awfully nice. You smell like a real man."

"Got that daddy stank coming right at you," Ryan grumbled, grinning. He felt on Desmond's bottom and squeezed a round cheek. He thought the foxcoon would be nice to bounce in his lap. Maybe later. Flamey's penis throbbed hard, its output of precum incredible. With each grind downward, the knot seemed to grow both larger but also more attainable. Ryan's aged, but trained anus spread a bit more for its dramatic width each time and every descent saw Ryan drop further. The tie was inevitable.

Flamey, smiling almost stupidly with pleasure, petted over Ryan's fat body. His soft paws traced the wolf's nipples which stood fully erect. Breasts on a woman were of no interest to Flamey but the wolf's chubby tits were cute. He cupped them, rubbing them, appreciating very much their heft and warmth in his grip. His eyes followed the wolf's penis as Desmond slowly stroked it. The smell of the dirty flesh filled his sinuses.

Ryan cupped one of Flamey's wrists, giggling suddenly. "You like those tits, do you, kid?" he asked, sounding a bit surprised. "Ought to suck 'em next chance you get. Nothing comes out, thank fuck, but it makes me happy." His plump ass wobbled with each drop into the fox's lap. His balls, the plump and sweaty things, rubbed on Flamey's pelvis and left smears of grease and sweat in the fox's fur. He said in a voice almost out of breath, "Shi-i-it, gonna nut real soon."

"Go for it, sir," Flamey crooned. "Ooh, man, I bet you could reach my face with it."

Desmond smooched Ryan. "Little slut," he snickered. "Loves having his face slopped on." Then his muzzle dipped lower, and he nosed away one of Flamey's paws. He wrapped his lips around a nipple and gave it a short, firm suckle.

The wolf shuddered. His cheeks glowed under dark fur. "Suck those tits, kid," he rumbled as he slipped his fingers between Desmond's ass cheeks. His fingers felt over the pink, perfect rim of Desmond's anus and he thought bet mine felt like that about thirty years ago, too.

Ryan pounded his ass down as hard as he could. The muscles of his anus stretched for the fox's knot, widening with every successive drop until he had finally coaxed them wide enough. Flamey's knot slipped inside of Ryan's ass, treating the old truck driver to a moment of sharp pain immediately followed by pleasure so sublime that it left him crooning and slightly wavering. His penis twitched sharply in Desmond's paw, spurred by the sudden prostate stimulation from Flamey's knot. Soundlessly, Ryan began to squirt. One rope was wasted, oozing through the foxcoon's fingers like drool. Desmond then pulled back the foreskin and aimed the wolf's prick, making sure that the mess splattered across Flamey's waiting, grinning face.

The combination of Ryan's tight ass gripping the bulb of his knot and the coating of semen his face immediately received brought Flamey over the edge to his climax. He held onto the wolf's stout legs as he came, thick ropes of built-up cum shooting deep into the aged ass of the trucker. He panted and crooned as he came, squirming on the bed, lapping at his lips to sample the salty flavor of the truck driver's seed.

Although he was left out of the mutual orgasm, Desmond was happy to be close by. He kissed Ryan's slobbery nipple then pecked the panting wolf on the cheek. He said with love as he unhanded the trucker's penis, "Was that good for you, handsome? Was that what you needed?"

Ryan reached down and back to rub Flamey's balls. They were exceptionally hot and snug. With his movement, he felt the shifting liquid inside of him and it put a smirk on his face. "Sure was, kiddo!" he said, and hugged Desmond close. He kissed the foxcoon on the lips, then looked down at Flamey and asked, "How 'bout you, kid? You have a good nut?"

"Oh yeah," Flamey said, giggling but tired. "And now I just want to have a nice, long nap. Haven't we made enough money tonight, Desmond?"

"I suppose so," Desmond grunted. He looked at Ryan, smiled, kissed his cheek. The trucker was hard not to kiss. "Mind if we crash with you tonight?"

Ryan sharply pinched Desmond's ass. The foxcoon flinched and winced. "I suppose not," he said, mimicking Desmond's frustrated stuffiness. "Even though you just wanna be around to suck off my mornin' wood for another twenty bucks."

Flamey giggled. "He's onto you!"

"Maybe I'll do it for free," Desmond said without much conviction. "Or ride it. At a discount."

The wolf kissed Desmond on the cheek and chuckled. "Whatever you say, kid. Why don't you go get us something to party with? Case of beer and some McDonald's, maybe?"

The gray fox wiped his face with his paws. "Uh, I'm pretty hungry, actually."

Desmond snickered, sliding off the bed. He picked up his clothes and started to dress. He took out most of the bankroll and put it on the table, keeping a fifty on him. "Oh, fine. You two can stay and cuddle while I go out on a fucking beer run. There'd better be something in it for me."

Ryan stroked slowly down Flamey's chest, saying nothing but smiling. When Desmond was out of the room, the wolf asked, "He always that bitchy, kid?"

"He means well," Flamey said with a little laugh.

"I'm gonna eat his ass when he gets back," said the wolf, rubbing in slow, concentric circles on Flamey's boyish chest. "And maybe, once I get a couple in me, I'll let 'em fuck me. Cute little dicks like that need love too."

Flamey sighed. His eyes closed and he felt, for once, completely relaxed. "Ryan, you're such a sweet guy. I'm glad guys like you exist."