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Secrets Laid Bare

By Duffin Caprous

Disclaimer: This story involves sexual, violent, or adult situations. Do not read this if you are under the legal age to see pornography in your country. I won't be held responsible if your fragile little minds get warped. Otherwise...enjoy!

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Brakes squealed, hydraulics hissing as the semi-truck pulled into the designated spot within the truck stop. Phil grunted, shifting into park. He leaned back in his seat, scratching his plump belly. Looking at the block on his dash, he saw how late it was and he became acutely aware of how much behind schedule he was. The hog reached up for his CB radio and pressed the side button before speaking.

"Dispatch, truck nine-five-niner here, come in, over?" he said, his voice a little gravely from a lifetime of smoking.

"Dispatch here, go ahead, over," came a voice through his CB.

"Ah'm beddin' down fer the night," Phil replied, "Ah'll catch up some time t'morrow, over."

"We're seeing you're a bit behind schedule by a few hours, please make up the time tomorrow where you can, over," can the reply.

A soft growl rumbled in the hog's throat. He took a deep breath before replying, "10-4, I'll make up the time, over."

"Great, have a good night, out," the voice said. Phil slammed the radio into its holster, balling his hands into fists for a moment, trying to take deep breaths.

"Fuckin'...fuck...." He breathed out before finally turning off the rig and stepping down out of the truck. He'd pulled into a truck stop in the middle of nowhere. It looked to have a restaurant, moderately-sized convenience store, and a repair shop. Starving, Phil made his way to the restaurant, something called "Doris' Diner." Quaint.

Inside, some country music was playing. Not really Phil's music despite him generally being a walking redneck stereotype with his tank top, jeans, and stubbled face along with his country drawl. He took a seat in one of the booths. Soon enough a waitress walked over, a pretty little vixen.

"Hey, Sugar! Long drive?" she asked, setting down a menu for the pig.

"Could say that," he replied, the vixen's friendly smile infectious as it caused Phil to crack a smirk, "So, uh...any specials 'r anythin'?"

"Certainly! Today's special is meatloaf. Best in the county if you ask me!" she replied.

"Yeah awright, Ah'll have that. And ya got any booze 'round here?" he asked.

"Aw, honey, must've been a real long drive. We've got just the thing," she replied and bounced off to take care of the order.

Pulling out his phone, Phill glanced at his email, heart dropping again. Well, there it was, the divorce papers. Amazing how even _that_shit was electronic nowadays. He didn't really know where it went wrong. He'd been married to his wife for almost twenty years. It wasn't even anything in particular. There was no cheating, no arguments, no problems with money. Nothing. Just...one day, Regina up and tells him she wants a divorce. She had told him she just didn't feel the same connection. He'd asked if it was the trucking. Said he could give it up! Well, no, she'd said. The time apart was actually nice because the coming back together had always been fun. At least, up until recently. There was nothing he could say. She'd decided it was over and it was over. With a sigh and a few taps on his phone, his marriage was over. He set it down beside him, afraid that if he didn't, he might throw it across the room and hit the nice waitress who was bringing him his dinner.

"Here you go, dear! Enjoy," she said before walking off. Phil was about to ask about that alcohol he'd wanted, but she was already gone. Grumbling again, the hog began to eat. He had been extremely hungry ever since he'd swore off snacks in the truck during trips. He had been trying to lose weight, not an easy feat for someone of his species. It's not like he wanted to be super skinny, he just wanted to be...thinner, you know?

A thin piece of plastic was sticking out from under his plate. Curiously, Phil slid it out from under the plate and the pig blinked a little, looking at what seemed to be a card. It looked like one of those badges you press to a door to unlock it. On the back, it simply read "Back Room."

The vixen returned, a soft smile on her face, "Best keep that hidden until you use it, hun."

"What?" he asked, lowering the card to his lap, "What...what is it?"

The vixen leaned in while clearing the table, "Use it to access the showers. You'll see a door in the back. Use it there."

Blinking a little with confusion, Phil merely grunted his understanding and paid for the bill as the vixen carried off the plates and such. Scooting out of the booth, he glanced to the card. With a sigh, he shrugged. With his luck, it was probably a kill room where they slaughtered truckers and put them in the meatloaf. Oh well, at least it'd be over.

Without much fanfare, the chubby hog walked toward where the showers were marked within the convenience store area. Pressing the card to the door plate, it beeped and he opened the door. He could hear showers running as other truckers cleaned themselves after a long day. Phil realized he probably should be doing the same after a long day of sitting in his cab. The shower stalls lined both walls, privacy given by curtains and not much else. He noticed the door in the back marked with Employees Only. Was that the door the waitress had been talking about? He walked closer and noticed the same door scanner, so he put the card to the scanner and heard the same beep and click. With a shrug, the pig opened the door. Inside was something like a vestibule. The room was small and lit up, but all he saw was another door. He walked inside. A sign on the opposite door read "Close outer door to unlock inner door." Indeed, once the outside door closed, he heard the inner door click.

Once he opened the door, his ears were blasted with heavy dance music. The juxtaposition of the clashing styles of music made his head spin. In front of him was a set of couches and a sign that said "Locker Room." Football was on a big screen TV in the front area and a few males were watching it. They were only wearing towels.

"Huh...muss be some kinda secret shower lounge 'r somethin'," Phill muttered to himself. Definitely not something he knew truck stops to have. To the left, a wall had a pegboard with hooks on it. Each hook had a number. Many of the numbers had nothing on the hook, but others had a key dangling beneath it. As he approached, he noticed a hallway with rows of doors. Each door had a number on it. Oh! Wow, a hotel? It would be nice to sleep in an actual bed, Phil thought. He grabbed a key for room 20 at random and walked into the darkened hallway. A raccoon with a bit of a gut wearing only a towel passed him in the hallway and Phil could have sworn the guy was looking at him a little too long. Did he drip ketchup on himself or something?

Unlocking the door, the pig walked inside and closed it. He hmmed to himself, the room being tiny. Just housing a bed against the wall, a shelf, and a TV, it was nearly as small as his rig. Okay, not really, but still pretty small for a hotel or motel. He took a seat and picked up the remote to the TV. Turning it on, his ears were suddenly hit by the sound of moaning males. On the TV, a buff as all hell tiger was pounding away at the ass of an otter. They were standing in front of a fake-looking waterfall and moaning rather unrealistically. Eyed wide, the pig quickly changed the channel. Now a wolf was spanking a fox bound to a wooden bondage horse. Sitting straight up, Phil quickly changed it again. More gay porn. And more on the next channel.

"Aw....fuck," Phil muttered as he realized what kind of place this was. Running his fingers over his short-cropped hair, the pig swallowed. He wasn't naïve. He knew gays had places like this, but he never knew of one being hidden in a truck stop. Hell, what did he know, maybe every stop had one of these. He wasn't a bigot or anything, he had a couple gay people he knew, and they were alright, but he wasn't into guys! Why would the waitress give him that card?! He had to get out of there. He opened the door and looked left, then right. It was so dark in the hallways and was a little bit of a maze. He turned and walked, trying to remain inconspicuous. What if someone hit on him? He didn't know how he'd explain that he didn't mean to be there.

Peeking into a curtain, the hog's eyes widened yet again. TVs surrounded the walls, all playing various porn videos. There were padded benches along the far walls and on one of them, a fox was blowing a rhino. Like...for real, right in front of Phil's eyes! He quickly pulled back and spun, pressing his back to the wall. This wasn't just a place to watch porn. Guys...did stuff here!

"You okay?" a voice asked softly. The hog opened his eyes to see a slender cheetah standing there before him, a foot or so shorter than the hog's 6 foot 5 frame.

"Uh...yeah! Yeah, Ah'm awright, was just...leavin'--" Phil said.

"Aw, that's a shame..." he said with some disappointment, "You know, before you leave..." the cheetah said, reaching out a paw.

"Ah, ho! Ho, Ah ain't...ain't into, uh..." Phil said, his back pressed against the wall as if he were trying to avoid a knife-wielding slasher or something.

"No? Something...seems to say different," the cheetah said with a giggle, looking downward.

Phill followed his gaze to see a rather thick lump in his jeans. He hadn't even realized that had happened!

"Ah, uh...Ah don't know what, uh...ho-how..." the hog said, his breathing getting faster.

"Hey, hey, shh..." the feline said, reaching out to grasp at Phil's pink hand. He must have sensed the pig's apprehension, "Hey, it's okay, no one's going to judge you here."

Trying to control his breathing, Phil felt the soft paw on his. He had the instinct to deck the cheetah, which was weird since Phil didn't generally consider himself a violent guy despite his size and demeanor.

"Ah'm, uh...look Ah don't, uh...Ah ain't gay..." Phil finally said.

The cheetah giggled a little bit, "No one said you were. Here...just...don't run away yet. You look like you could at least use someone to talk to. Come on, just for a little bit," he said, still holding the hog's hand and leading him through the hallways to one of the bed rooms. He unlocked it and walked in. Seeing Phil's hesitation, the cheetah smiled, "Don't worry, I won't just jump your bones, silly."

Swallowing, the pig walked in and sat on the bed, "What ya....wanna talk about?"

"Well, let's start with your name? I'm Denny," the cheetah said, sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Phil. Ya don't...look like a trucker," he observed, leading to Denny giggling again.

"Ah, no, no...this place caters to the truckers, but also...well, this area isn't real accepting, so it's kinda hard to find guys out in the wild without worrying bout getting your ass beat," the cheetah replied.

"Oh. Sorry, uh..." Phil said rubbing the back of his neck.

"No worries. So...Phil...what brings you?" Denny asked.

"Here? Nothin'! The waitress, she...uh, gave me this card and told me ta come in, but Ah'm not looking for--"

"Hey, hey..." Denny said again, patting the pig's thigh, "Just breathe. Rule number one is no one here will do anything you don't want to do. Hell, some guys just come here to use the sauna. It's pretty nice."

"Sauna?" Phil asked, his pink ears perking.

With a grin, Denny nodded, "Yeah, a sauna, steam room, all the normal spa stuff is here. You...wanna check it out?"

"Uh...Ah dunno, uh...what if some guy tries..." the hog replied.

"Then you tell em no and that's it. No one's going to force you into anything. If they do, I'll kick their ass," Denny said, the smaller feline trying to look tough which made Phil laugh.

"A...awright, Ah guess for a little bit. What about a, uh...do Ah have to wear a towel?"

"Yep! At least in the sauna you do. There's one in your room," the cheetah said, indicating the key dangling from Phil's wrist, "Here, I'll walk you to your room, you can strip and then we'll go to the sauna, okay?"

"Okay....." Phil replied a bit unsure, but he let Denny lead him back to his own room. Once inside, it took the hog quite awhile to removes his clothes and set them beside the bed. Gritting his teeth, he looked down to see his short, but thick erection throbbing there. What the hell are you doing, he thought, go down! Eventually, he grabbed the towel and tightly wrapped it around his waist enough to sort of pin his cock against his stomach to try to hide the tent as much as possible. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and said, "Awright..."

They made their way to the sauna room. Phil was half expecting to come across a bunch of guys having sex, but it was empty. He walked in and immediately felt the heat. It was wonderful. He took a seat and Denny sat a couple feet away.

"You mind if I...?" the cheetah asked, giving a slight tug to his own towel, "I like just hanging out in here."

"Uh...oh! Do what ya want," the hog replied, unable to hide the flush of his cheeks as the cheetah tugged open his towel. He laid back along one of the benches and looked over to the nervous pig.

"You have to relax, Phil. Tell me about yourself," Denny said as Phil tried his best not to look at the cheetah's crotch.

"Me? Not much ta tell. Ah drive a...truck an'....well, that's pretty much it," he said.

"Married?" the cheetah asked. Phil's heart sank slightly. Glancing to his finger, he realized he still had one his wedding ring.

"Oh. Uh...shit. No, it's over, actually," Phil said, head hung down slightly.

"Damn, I'm sorry..." Denny replied, sitting up, looking a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it. Ah guess we were basically jus' friends fer a few years at the end. Maybe Ah couldn't see it, I dunno," Phil said, pulling the ring from his finger to look down at it. He laughed to himself, "Ain't taken this off fer...fifteen years," he said, feeling the indent on his ring finger. The hog sniffed a little bit for a moment, but even in the hot darkness, Denny could see the tears welling in the big guy's eyes as the dam broke, "Ah fuck...damnit, Regina..."

The cheetah quickly slid down as the big pig broke down. He couldn't really get his arms around him fully, but he pulled Phil's head down to his chest and cradled him.

"Shhh, shh, it's okay...." The cheetah said.

"Ah...Ah'm sorry, Ah don't know...why Ah'm....." Phil tried to see as he sobbed against the feline. His arms were hugging himself to Denny as the cheetah rubbed his head tenderly.

"Don't worry, I've got you..." Denny said. He'd not been expecting to have to comfort anyone, but...it was in the cheetah's nature to help those in need and this pig was a big barrel of needs at the moment.

Phil proceeded to spill his guts to the naked stranger in front of him. All about his upbringing, his abusive father, his high school football career, how he missed his buddies from school, his numerous girlfriends who ended up just liking him as a friend, his wife, now ex-wife who once told him he was like a brother to her, the shitty company he worked for that doesn't respect him at all despite the work he puts in. How could he have not seen the divorce coming? Could he have done anything to stop it? Was he not loving enough? Not passionate enough?

Denny just let him talk. He was thankful that no one came in to interrupt the impromptu sauna therapy session. He just continued to rub the pig's head, listening to him. After awhile, Phil's sobs turned into little sniffs and finally, he got himself under control.

"Sh...shit, Denny, Ah'm...sorry, Ah don't know what happened, it all juss...kinda came out of--" Phil said and sat back up with a flush upon the realization that Denny was quite naked while holding him.

Looking up at the pig, the cheetah smiled a little, "It's okay. You needed it. You've been shouldering a lot of burden. I can tell. Maybe even some things you don't even know yourself. Why it is you think all those girls have thought of you as a friend or brother?"

"Well, Ah don't know," Phil replied, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Think about it. You told me they were always the ones to ask you out. Your ex-wife asked you to marry her. You even told me you weren't even that interested in her at first. You talk with more passion about hanging out with your football team from high school than any of the girls you've been with. Why do you think that is, Phil?" the cheetah asked him.

He sat there, the pig blinking slowly. It was as if his brain were doing calculations in slo-mo. He breathed in and opened his mouth only to close it again. He finally said, "Ah...Ah don't know..."

"Pssh, it's okay, no one says you have to figure yourself out all in one night, but...I do think you know deep down what I'm talking about," Denny said.

Suddenly, the door opened and a black wolf peeked in before slipping inside. He was also wearing only a towel.

"Hey," he said simply, looking between the pig and cheetah. Denny was still completely uncovered and the wolf grinned slightly.

"Hey, yourself," Denny replied as the wolf relaxed in the corner, casually opening his towel to reveal a half-hard wolf cock which he idly rubbed at while very clearly look at the cheetah.

Phil was suddenly very nervous and uncomfortable. The cheetah smiled softly, looking to the pig, "Hey...you mind? I'll be quick." All Phil could do was nod his head.

"Quick, huh?" the wolf asked, his cock already stiffening up fully as the cheetah wandered over, kneeling on his own towel since the benches were really quite hot. He reached out, his fingers teasing along the wolf's red length.

"Mmm...you have no idea," Denny replied. He opened his mouth and a long feline tongue slid out as he dragged it sloooowly up along the wolf's dick. Lips soon met around the tip as they smoothy slid down his length. With practiced ease, the cheetah soon had all six or so inches in his mouth to the knot.

"Ohhhh fuck...." The wolf groaned, a paw instantly pressing to the feline's head.

All Phil could do was watch in utter shock. Denny's muzzle bobbed up and down the length of the wolf's shaft while the wolf gripped at the edge of the bench. He certainly seemed to be enjoying the blowjob. Every once in a while, Phil could see the cheetah's tongue sliding along the underside of that wolfcock. He heard the larger male grunting and groaning while the feline sucked him off.

Pulling back, Denny's fingers slid up and down the length as he grinned, "Getting close?" he asked the wolf.

Panting heavily, the other male nodded, "Uhn, yeah...fuck..."

Looking over, Denny met Phil's gaze firmly as he pushed his muzzle back down the wolf's dick. The wolf growled out, his hips beginning to tremble. Denny locked eyes with Phil as the wolf's head leaned back and he tumbled over the edge. Soon Denny's muzzle was flooded with hot wolf jizz which he dutifully swallowed without hesitation while all looking right at Phil.

Pulling off with a cute slurp, Denny giggled, "Mmm...thanks, stud, I needed that."

The wolf panted a bit and chuckled, "Fuck...you weren't kidding. That was quick...."

Scooting back over to the chubby pig, Denny leaned against Phil, "So...what do you think now?"

Breathing a little heavily, the pig swallowed, "Ah d...don't know..."

"Mmmm hmm, that's why you're not rubbing yourself?" Denny asked. Phil gasped, pulling his hand from his own crotch where his rock hard erection was throbbing in his towel, "Go on, be honest. What were you thinking?"

The wolf was still recovering off in the corner and Phil's eyes were sort of glued to the already softening wolf dick. Phil swallowed and said, "...that was.....hot...." he said, the last word barely spoken above a whisper.

Grinning, Denny leaned in more to the bare side of the hog. He whispered into his ear, "Were you wishing you were him.....or me?" Biting his lip, the hog trembled a little bit at the question, "Or maybe both?"

Breathing heavily, Phil swallowed and breathed out a reply, "You....."

"Good, good, big guy," Denny said, whispering, "I'm going to open your towel. Okay?"

The words entered the pig's ears and made his face blush even more, but he nodded his head. With a tug, he soon felt the towel pulling away, exposing the extremely hard cock between his legs. He wasn't going to win any contests on length, bit he was easily as thick as a cucumber.

"Damn, nice one, man!" the wolf said with a grin from the corner, now watching the two of them.

"Th...thanks," Phil replied sheepishly.

"Oh my..." Denny said with a grin, "I'd like to feel that."

"Go....go ahead," the pig replied. Soon enough, the cheetah's fingers were feeling over his throbbing length, "Aw fuck..." Phil whimpered, feeling the fingers barely about to close around his length.

"Oh murr, look at that...I can feel it jumping in my paw. Are you excited, big guy?" Denny asked, teasingly, stroking that cock slowly.

"Uhn, wai-wait, Ah'm...nggg...." Phil said, trying to warn the cheetah. Suddenly cum was splattering onto the floor, the pudgy thighs shaking. Embarrassment flooded Phil's cheeks as he barely was able to contain his orgasm, cumming in front of two guys.

"Oh my...oh, you were pent up, weren't you?" Denny asked, lifting his paw to lick the cum from his fingers, giggling.

"Ah'm sorry, Ah couldn't ho...hold it, Ah've never been so quick," Phil said, that thick cock still bobbing and dribbling cum onto the floor.

"Aw, don't worry about it. It's a compliment, really," the cheetah replied, "No girl's ever got you that excited, has she?"

With a deep blush on his face, the pig replied softly, "No...." finally admitting something he was ashamed of, that he must have kept buried. How could he have not seen this about himself?

"He's still hard as a rock," the wolf observed and Phil gasped as he felt the cheetah cupping his heavy balls. The wolf was idly rubbing at himself again as he watched the other two

"He is...you have more in here for me, big guy?" Denny asked with a giggle, "It's getting a little hot in here. Want to take a break?" he asked, to which the pig nodded, quickly standing up and tugging the towel back around himself.

"See you around," the wolf said, to which the cheetah winked at him.

Leading Phil back out, he felt the cool air hit him and it felt very nice after the hot sauna. Denny spoke, "So, need a break?"

Still blushing a bit, the awakened pig swallowed, "Ah'm...Ah'm good."

"Mmm, good, I have an idea, come on," he said, leading the pig along down one of the hallways to a doorway covered by a curtain. He lead the pig inside. Barely able to see anything, he was lead into a booth of some kind, "You wanted to be in my place, big guy? Now's your chance. Just kneel down here and a light will come on in the other booth to let them know you're looking to suck."

Phil's eyes widened. A gloryhole. He'd heard of them before, but thought they were a myth. He felt the cheetah's paws lightly stroking his hips encouragingly. Soon enough, Phil found himself kneeling down on the pad. He could see a faint red light come on and could then make out the actual hole from that light.

It felt like forever as he knelt there waiting for some guy to stick his dick through the hole. The pig's palms were sweaty and he wiped them on the towel still around his waist. The light was suddenly obscured, and a hard canine-like shaft pushed through the hole. Phil hesitated. Was he really about to do this? Put a dude's dick in his mouth.

"It's okay, big guy. Go on..." Denny whispered into his ear, paws stroking along the pig's chest. He felt safe with the cheetah there and, finally, he managed to get himself to at least reach up, his fingers closing around the hard shaft in front of him, getting a groan from the fur behind the wall. He stroked the male slowly, staring at the dick in the very dim light. He couldn't make out many details at all, really. Denny's voice returned, whispering, "Go on, lick it."

Swallowing once more, Phil leaned in, his tongue dragging over the tip which made the male behind the wall groan again. Pigs had notoriously soft and thick tongues, so his felt very nice to the other male. All it took was the one swipe of his tongue and Phil's mouth plunged onto that dick like he needed it to live. It was like a switch got flipped in his brain as he realized what he'd been missing. The taste filled his mouth and Phil found himself moaning around the canine cock while the male on the other side did the same.

Denny's voice filled his ear again, whispering, "I'm so proud of you. You're doing great, big guy."

The praise made Phil tremble. No one had ever told him they were proud of him before. His lips continued to suck on the unknown male's dick and Denny offered him a few tips on proper dick sucking such as dragging the tongue underneath the head and shaft, bobbing the head and keeping proper suction. Phil began to hear a few quick grunts and felt the male humping into his muzzle. This was it, he was about to have another guy's cum in his mouth! Suddenly, he felt the warm gooey stuff spurt into his muzzle and heard a soft whisper from Denny telling him not to swallow it yet. He obeyed as the unknown male unceremoniously pull out of the gloryhole.

With a mouthful of jizz, he turned to look at Denny with a slight bit of confusion. He soon found the feline's lips pressing to his, a paw cupping the pig's cheek. Phil was shocked for a moment, but relaxed as he realized how right kissing another male actually felt. The cheetah's tongue teased past his lips and he soon realized why Denny had told him not to swallow. Their tongues touched and Phil shuddered at the realization that they were sharing another male's cum. Kneeling on the floor, the two of them made out passionately, Phil's arms slipping around Denny's waist. Both moaned there in the booth, tasting the canine spunk at the same time. Denny finally pulled back, swallowing half the load while encouraging Phil to do the same.

"G...gawd, Ah can't....believe..." Phil said, breathless, seeing movement as another male had decided to partake of the gloryhole, this time a feline.

"Looks like you've got another customer. Maybe...we share him?" Denny asked with a grin to which Phil nodded quickly. Both went in, Denny's muzzle parting to lick along the base and length while Phil immediately sank his lips on the barbed tip, making the male groan in delight. Phil felt the cheetah's paws tugging open his towel, exposing his cock to the dark booth. He moaned out, feeling fingers stroking him while they both blew the feline male. Their lips met once again, this time with the cock in between them. Their tongues slobbered and slid all over the male's cock, making out around it. Phil felt Denny guiding his hand down to a very hard cheetah cock to which he quickly began to stroke as well. Phil's cheeks flushed, feeling how big the cheetah actually was. He had to be at least seven inches! He heard the male grunting again, warning them with a muffled voice that he was close. Pressing their lips together over the head of the feline's cock, they both jerked the male off. Some of the cum got in their mouth while the rest splattered across their fronts.

Phil pulled back, falling onto his butt on the floor, laughing a little giddily. He'd never felt so free and open before. The feline muttered a breathless thanks from the other side before leaving the booth. Denny let the pig recover a a bit.

"How you feeling, big guy?" Denny asked, stroking the bare hog chest.

"Ah...Ah've never felt...better," he replied breathlessly, gasping as he felt the cheetah's fingers lightly stroking along the throbbing length of the hog's dick.

"Mmm, I'd glad. Now...I consider myself a switch, so...the question is...do you want me to pound that hot ass of yours or would you rather do me?" Denny asked rather huskily. Phil's heart began to pound a bit faster. Sucking dick was one thing, but...letting a guy put a dick in his ass? Did he really--

"Fuck me," Phil said, the words tumbling out almost instantly. There was no question. He wanted it. Needed it.

Grinning wide, the cheetah even trembled a little at how it was to hear the previously thought-to-be straight pig asking to be fucked, "Good boy, I have an idea. Oh, what good timing!" he said as a light turned on in their booth, "Get on over there and stick your cock in that hole. Let me take care of the rest."

Phil's cheeks were red as he stood up nervously, walking over to the gloryhole. He crouched slightly to line up with the hole and pushed his erection into it. It was only a few moments when he suddenly felt warm lips closing around his shaft. His hands found handles above his head to hold onto as he groaned out. He gasped again, suddenly feeling fingers spreading his cheeks. He was expecting to just feel Denny jamming his dick up there, but instead he felt something warm and slippery across his virgin pucker.

"A-aw, fuck..." Phil groaned, the cheetah on his knees behind the hog with his face right up under that curly tail, tongue lapping and licking over Phil's hole. The feeling was intense and so good. The hog's fingers gripped tighter at the handles and he found himself very glad he's gotten off before since he was still recovering and would last...oh....maybe five minutes at this rate! He felt Denny's paws on his hips while his face was buried in the pig's ass, rimming him eagerly. He groaned out, breathing faster as the cheetah's muzzle pulled back only to be replaced by a couple fingers rubbing lube over his hole. Denny stood up behind the pig, sinking a slick finger into Phil's ass.

"Just relax...enjoy that mouth around your dick, big guy..." Denny whispered, making the pig moan out again as his ass was invaded by a second finger, "I'll go slow..."

"Fu....fuck...fee-feels good..." the pig managed to say as those two fingers slid in and out of his ass. Denny spent a few minutes preparing the big pig's hole before letting Phil feel him pressing right up behind him, that big cock wedged between the hog cheeks.

"Ready, big guy?" the cheetah asked as Phil moaned from the feeling of the muzzle bobbing on his cock from the other side of the gloryhole. The pig nodded his head rapidly and he soon felt that barbed tip nudging right against the lubed hole. Pushing, it sank in and Phil saw stars.

"O-ohh!" he cried out, fingers gripping the handles tighty. His own chubby hips were pressed right against the wall, so there was nowhere to go as Denny pushed forward, slowly pushing more of that cock into the warm tight virgin hole.

"There you go...." Denny cooed, moaning out himself as he took the pig's virginity. Grunting, the cheetah tested the waters by suddenly slapping the last few inches in, his hips jamming against Phil's ass. The pig squealed out suddenly at the surprise.

"Aw...aw fuck f-fuck!" Phil cried out. He felt Denny drawing back and slamming back into him, milking another shot of pre-cum into that mouth. A few moments later, Phil felt his cock wet and cool as the male left. The hog said, "Uhn, he...left," Phil didn't have time to wonder why the other male had left the booth.

"Aww...it happens sometimes. Now let me show you how a cheetah fucks," Denny said. The pig trembled as he held on for dear life as the cheetah's hips suddenly pulled back and slammed in roughly, wasting no time in rapidly fucking the pig against the wall. Phil's eyes were wide, his head tilted back as the cheetah rapidly pounded his guts. His dick was still hanging on the other side of the wall, each smooth thrust into him causing precum to splatter out onto the floor of the mostly softened pighood. The male had left the booth empty on the other side, so Phil was simply being milked onto the floor. Phil hadn't known what to expect exactly, but the pleasure of having his prostate pummeled by the cheetah's member was not something he would have guessed.

The cheetah's cock slid in and out of that hole quickly and Denny did his best to hold out as long as he could to give Phil a long first time, but he'd been worked up since he met the trucker hog. He grunted and held tightly to those wide hips of Phil's, fucking him roughly and quickly against the wall.

"Nnngg...f-fuck...getting close..." Denny told him, making Phil moan out again softly.

"Are y...ya gonna....i-in...uhn...inside?"

"Only if you...want..."

Phil's cheeks flushed brightly, moaning out as he felt a tingle growing in the pit of his stomach, each thrust from the cheetah getting it stronger and stronger. The pig said, panting, "Den...denny, something's...Ah feel something..."

"Oh really?" Denny said, panting heavily. He angled his hips, that cock suddenly firmly grinding back and forth across the pig's p-spot. He knew he had to hold on, now. On his tip toes, the feline fucks downward into the pig's ass, fucking him quick and rough, making Phil squeal again.

"Sh...shit, ah! Uhn...oh gawd, Ah...Ah kin feel...uhn, yer gonna make...make me...." Phil said, feeling that dick battering all over his insides. He felt something coming, rushing up his crotch to his dick, as if the cheetah was fucking pleasure right to his balls. Denny suddenly felt that ass clench around him as Phil gripped the handles tightly with clenched teeth, "Nnnnnggggggggg!" he groaned, suddenly oozing and splattering load after load of pig spunk onto the floor on the other side. Denny panted heavily, fucking Phil through that climax as he made the pig cum handsfree.

"Rrrr, in or out?" Denny hissed, right on the edge, himself.

"In, in in in!" Phil squealed out through his pleasure, soon feeling the cheetah slamming once last time, burying that cock deep in his ass before spurt after spurt of cheetah seed started to shoot into his ass. He felt Denny hug around his middle, those hips grinding and writhing through the pleasure.

They both stood there for some time, Denny letting Phil enjoy the afterglow before very slowly drawing himself back out of the pig's ass. Phil could feel the cheetah's cum leaking from him and down his thigh, making him blush quite a bit. Carefully, he let go of the handles and slowly pull his dick from the gloryhole.

"Whew...whew, man, I've never done that before. You came, didn't you, big guy?" Denny asked, beaming a bit.

The hog blushed a bit, "Ah've...never done that before..."

"Well, of course not, but...you know this means you're a natural bottom, right?" the cheetah said with a giggle. The hog bit his lip a little, flushing at that notion. He'd never cum that hard before. And he knew he wanted to again. Denny's paw cupped at the hog's cheek, "Hey, you doing alright? Tonight's been kind of...pedal to the metal, I know."

Leaning into the paw slightly, Phil smiled in the dark booth, "Yeah...yeah, Ah think Ah am. Kin, uh...Ah really need ta sleep. Ah've got a long drive t'morrow."

Denny chuckled and picked up their towels, handing one to Phil to cover himself up again, "Sure, sure. Are you...staying here? In your room?"

"Uh, yeah, Ah was considerin' it since...bed looks decent compared to mah rig," Phil replied.

Clearing his throat and running his fingers through his hair, the cheetah said, "You...mind a sleeping buddy?"

Smiling, the hog blushed softly, "Well...sure, Ah guess, but dun know if we'll both fit."

"Oh we'll make it work," Denny said with a giggle, leading Phil back to the hog's room. They did indeed make it work with Phil on his back, Denny wedged up beside him against the wall with his head resting on the hog's pink chest. Phil slept more soundly than he had in months that night.

In the morning, Phil half expected to have been dreaming, but Denny was yawning softly, woken up by the hog's stirring.

"Well, morning, handsome," the cheetah said with a grin, making Phil blush.

"Pssh, handsome, mah ass..." he said, slowly getting up with a grunt, his ass indeed a bit sore from the previous night.

"So...I'm guessing you're not from around here?" Denny asked as he stood up, towel still around his waist.

"No, 'fraid not. Ah'm a long haul trucker, so...Ah live 'bout...sixteen hours from here," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "But Ah do come this way a lot. Ah kin say Ah'll...be stoppin' here any time Ah pass by."

Smiling sheepishly, Denny looked back over to the hog, "Well...I'm here pretty often, so....don't be a stranger, okay? And...I expect to hear about all the guys you bang in between, alright?"

Phil laughed at that, "Yeah, Ah'm sure that'll happen."

"Seriously? You're like....the perfect bottom. Big sexy ass, can take a rough pounding, super eager? Please, you go to any gay club and you'll get a bite. Oh, and let me give you my number. You know, if you'd like to send me some nudes sometime," Denny said with a wink, putting his contact info into Phil's phone before leaning in to kiss the hog firmly, tongue slipping in for a tease before pulling back, "I'd better get back to my room. Need to be getting home before work. Just remember...be honest and be yourself, okay?"

Phil blushed a bit at that and nodded his head, "Thanks, uh...fer everything." With a giggle, Denny left the room, leaving the pig alone with his thoughts. It took him some time to finally get dressed and walk out into the main lounge area. He expected to see the cheetah there, but he wasn't to be seen. Making his way back out into the convenience store, he went to the diner to return the key card.

"Well, hi there again, sugar," said the waitress, the same vixen from the previous night.

"Oh, yer still here?" Phil asked, setting the card down.

"Gotta love back-to-back shifts, huh?" she asked with a grin, "So...enjoy yourself?"

The pig blushed softly again, "Uhm, how...did ya know Ah would be, uh..."

With a wave of her paw, the vixen smiled, "Oh, I just figured you needed to relax."

Nodding his head, he sat at the diner counter and ordered some breakfast. He looked to his phone, opening his contacts to see Denny's entry there. For a moment, he thought of sending him a text, but...no that would seem super desperate. He finished up, paid, and headed back to his truck, unlocking and slipping inside.

Grabbing the radio, he called in, "Dispatch, this is truck nine-five-niner, come in, over."

"Dispatch here, go ahead, over."

"Ah'm getting back on the road, over."

"Great, nine-five-nine, try to make up that time, over."

Normally, he'd be pissed to be reminded yet again about the time, but...now he had a reason to get to his destination. Who knew what kind of clubs they might have. Phil replied, "10-4, Dispatch. Over and out."