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The pied bat leaned over the gas station counter as he idly thumbed through a lingerie magazine. His watch read 11.43pm. Nearly 2 hours into his overnight shift and he was already bored out of his mind. If it was up to him he would have brought along his Switch, but staff weren't supposed to have valuables out in the open in case of a store robbery. Something like that had never happened to him or anyone at the store in fact, but he couldn't help but worry that it would if he broke the rules.

Admittedly, the road saw barely any use. There were better, less remote roads, through the Sonoran and so it was fairly unlikely that anyone would bother robbing the store. It was only kept alive by the occasional desert camper, people who had gotten lost on their way to California and long-haul truckers.

It was only a few minutes later when the bell suspended above the door rang.

Snapping to attention, the bat jolted up straight and dropped the magazine.

"Evening!" He chirped, his voice breaking.

The customer, a grey furred wolf, did not reply. The bat watched him closely. Hairy with a beer belly, a stained maroon shirt with plaid over the top and a pair of loose-fitting jeans all carrying the scents of sweat and cheap beer. He was the Hercules of truckers. Hercules walked straight to the alcohol cooler. From it he brought to the counter a six pack.

The wolf's greying muzzled was adorned with a thick, salt and pepper beard. His light green eyes betrayed no particular emotion, only that he was tired.

"That'll be $9.00, please!"

As the bat rang up the six pack, Hercules fished from his wallet two 10-dollar notes.

"It's only nine dollars, Sir."

"One's for the beer, one's for you." Was the wolf's simple, gruff reply.

The bat's face flushed red. He wasn't oblivious to what that meant. In fact, he'd grown accustomed to the forwardness of the special kind of customer he'd started to attract.

A few months back a customer had come in to buy nothing but a porn mag. The bat had shot off a comment about how that particular edition was bad, said that 'literally anything' else would be better and the next thing he knew he was on his knees behind the building with cum dripping down his chin and a fistful of dollars stuffed into his boxer briefs. Word had spread. Once had turned into twice. Twice into three times, three times into four times and on the fifth time he was bent over rather than knelt.

"You don't have to pay-"

"Take it and hurry up." The man was already turning to leave with his beer.

The bat hurried to put the money away. He was halfway around the counter when the man called out:

"Don't forget my dollar!"

Sheepishly, the bat turned to grab the change and then jogged after the customer. Hercules was walking across the car park to his freightliner, it didn't take the bat long to catch up and start yapping.

"Is that an AMT 1995! I didn't know that anyone still drove one of those."

The truck driver looked over his shoulder at the bat but did not reply.

"I'm Arval, by the way." The bat continued.

"I'm straight."

The wolf opened his cab's door and set the beer on the seat. He tore just one free, cracked it open with his claws and then shut the door before turning to Arval.

"Get to it, I want to get to sleep soon."

"Right here?" Arval looked over to the right, they were in clear view of the highway. "Cars could see us."

"No one uses this road."

"You used it!"

"No one who drives past is gonna know who we are. Now are you doing this or are you going to give me my money back?"

Arval gave no further protest despite his reservations: not because he was worried about the refund, but because he didn't want to miss the chance to suck some dick.

After taking off his rounded spectacles, it only took Arval a few seconds to unbutton and unzip the wolf's jeans. With a little bit of tugging, the bat brought down the front of the wolf's jeans. The front of his underwear, a pair of plain but o-so sexy white briefs, bulged with the heft of his sheath, but not his cock. Fortunately, there was an easy fix for that.

A smile on his face, Arval rubbed his face into Hercules' underwear. Arval began to mouth and kiss the canine's sheath through the old cotton. As one hand kept it steady, the other reached up to rub and caress the package with his lips. Even if the wolf wasn't into guys, all it took was a little bit of touching and his dick was sliding out of his sheath. The man tried to hide his arousal by taking a long swig of his beer, but his free hand was twitching. Before long there was sweat on his brow and the head of his sensitive prick was being teased by the tip of Arval's tongue.

As the wolf continued to drink to distract himself, Arval drank in a different way. He breathed deep through his nose and shivered at the scent of ball sweat. It was gross, it was dirty and it was delightful. Arval was a sucker for the strong and overwhelming scent of a man, and it clung to truckers more so than anyone else. So many of them built up such delicious smells on their hauls and, more importantly, a desire to fuck.

When Arval could resist no longer, he tugged the band of the man's underwear down to expose his junk. The red tapered tip of dog dick greeted him along with that potent masculine smell. Tipping his head forwards, Arval rested it against the man's hip and tilted to the left to kiss the side of the man's sheath.

"Can I touch your balls?" Arval asked, his eyes transfixed on them.

"Yeah, but stop talking."

Arval was happy to make that trade.

Enthusiastic, Arval tried to pull the wolf's briefs down further to fall around his knees, but the wolf caught them with a hand. He tugged them back up so that his cock and balls were on full display, but not his ass. Arval could work with that.

Taking the wolf's balls in the palm of one hand, Arval gave them gentle coaxing squeezes as he judged. Heavy, fat and musky; the perfect pair. Like holding an apple, he rubbed the fuzzy sacks with his thumbs before leaning in to plop one in his mouth. At first Hercules frowned. He opened his mouth to warn Arval off, but stopped when he found the sensation to be strangely pleasurable.

As if he were sucking cock, Arval bobbed back and forth. He didn't suck, but instead rolled the wolf's balls with his tongue and allowed them to fall in then out of his mouth. Arval made sure to keep his nose as close to them as possible.

Next he pushed the wolf's dick back against his body to expose the front face of his cock and the connection between them and the sheath. This zone was exposed to a barrage of licks and kisses as he tugged on the band of the wolf's underwear.

It wasn't long before he felt the wolf growing restless. Whilst Arval was happy to keep going, he didn't want to disappoint lest Hercules ban the bat from sucking on his balls full stop. Arval sent his free hand to begin slowly jacking off the wolf's now fully exposed cock in order to bring it up to fall mast. His other hand treated the wolf's hefty balls to soft tugs and a final, brief fondling. Then, when he felt that it had stiffened up nicely, he pulled back from the balls and dove onto the shaft.

Arval had thought about all the fun and teasing acts he could perform. He could lick the precum from the wolf's length or roll his tongue over the tip. A lot of guys liked to have the base of their cock kissed, but most importantly they liked to feel the progression. In his greed, Arval had forgotten all about his own plans to build up as he went straight into the height of the act.

A few fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft ¾ of the way down to hold Herucles' cock still whilst Arval got to work with the first portion. He bobbed up and down once, twice, three times and just as soon as he had started he changed it up. His fingers moved to hold the wolf's cock at the base as Arval suddenly began to take everything inside of his mouth with each dip forwards.

The wolf gave no immediate response, much to Arval's disappointment, but after no more than a minute he made his first pleasured noise.

"Fuckkk..." He moaned, slightly crushing his can in his hand.

Arval slowed down as he pulled off to the tip so that he could look up at the wolf. He caught Hercules looking down at him mouth agape. When their eyes met he immediately grabbed another can and started to drink again.

With Hercules' cock now slick with spit, Arval began to pick up speed. Back and forth he went, each time the wolf's cock somehow managing to poke deeper than before. Both of them slipped deeper into it as the rhythm increased and the scene grew noisier. The sounds of Arval smacking his wet lips, his short gasps as he came up for air and the slight huffs of the wolf were all that could be heard over the backdrop of the still night. That was until a vehicle approached.

Having thought he'd heard it first, Arval attempted to pull off, but found Hercules' hand at the back of his head. Panicked over not being able to withdraw, Arval instead drove forwards all the way until his lips were kissing the wolf's sheath. He scrunched his face and tensed as he braced for something awful to happen, but all the passing car did was honk their deep, guttural horn. Arval felt his face flush. It hadn't faded by the time Hercules let the bat pull off.

"Was that a semi-truck?" Arval asked, more excited about that than the cock he was sucking.

"You promised not to talk."

Abashed, Arval got back to work.

To continue, he wrapped his hand around the wolf's cock, thumb rubbing the underside and fingers curled over the top. Then he wrapped his lips around and moved the two in unison. As his hand tickled down the wolf's member, more of it slipped inside of the bat's mouth. The parts made sensitive by being inside of that silky bed were teased back to a regular sensation by the bat's hand.

Arval didn't get to do this for long. Just as he was building back up to an impressive rhythm, the wolf had his fingers back in Arval's hair. He had just enough time to move his hands before the face fucking began.

At first he gagged, spluttered, and thought about slapping the wolf's hand away, but when he heard how the wolf was groaning he chose to tough it out. He found the best angle by himself and then braced his hands on his knees. All he had to do was keep his mouth open wide and his throat willing as the wolf took control.

Unlike Arval, the wolf didn't have a good grasp on rhythm. He sped up and slowed down on a whim. Sometimes he thrusted hard enough for his balls to tap against the bat's chin and other times there was barely any movement. The depth would change at random going from deep suck to throat fuck to tip teasing.

Arval felt his eyes rolling, his body shivering with pleasure and his own cock beginning to twitch just as the wolf's did. He allowed himself to fantasize about swallowing Hercules' seed; the feeling of warmth in his gullet and cum sliding down his throat. Perhaps there'd be so much it would spill out of his mouth or a sudden change in depth and pace would force some to come out of his nose like it did in the hardcore clips he watched. Arval practically growled when Hercules suddenly pushed the bat off.

Panting, the wolf stumbled back to lean on his cabin. His cock was twitching; not in orgasm thankfully, but rather it was twitching with a deep need to breed.

"You do anal?"

Hornier than he ever could have imagined, Arval nodded repeatedly.

After two minutes of scrambling, the both of them were inside of the cabin. Arval had asked about the bedroom behind the curtain, but Hercules had shot that idea down before Arval had even finished speaking it. So instead they'd settled for the cabin. Arval had tried to take off the wolf's clothes, but that had been turned down too. In fact, he hadn't even been allowed to take of his own clothes; just pull down his lower half as far as he needed. The wolf had least listened to the bat's request to use a condom and so there that red rocket sat; wrapped in rubber and ready for lift off.

"Do you have any-"

Before Arval could finish the request, a half empty bottle of lube was thrust into his hand. It didn't take long to lube up Hercules' cock, and it took even less time for Arval to warm himself up. Frequent encounters kept him stretchy.

"How do you want me?"

"Reverse."

Arval wasn't sure if that was because the wolf didn't want to look at a guy's face whilst he came, or because he wanted to look at Arval's ass. Either way, he obliged.

It was a difficult position to pull off with his clothes on and so Arval struggled to position himself correctly. Eventually Hercules ended up pressed back against the seat, with the bat's ass waving about in front of him. The wolf made a show of not looking until his cock was lined up with the bat's hole. Arval was preparing to lower himself down slowly when Hercules grabbed a hand around his waist and yanked him down.

"Oh ffffffuckk..." Arval cursed, biting his lip as that fat tip split him open.

His gasps of pleasure continued as inch after inch of the wolf's cock sunk in. He whimpered as it as moved, only to gasp as it was thrusted back inside. Hercules did not stop for any amount of resistance as he pumped his cock back and forth. Arval didn't want to resist anyway; he was happy to be plundered, happy to be opened up and bred by this man. The fucking came to a brief halt only when the wolf's knot was beginning to part the bat's cheeks. Arval could feel the heat of the lupine's balls just inches from his taint.

Hercules took a moment to adjust his grip on Arval. In the time that it took, the bat grew accustomed to the girth inside of him. Arval reached down between his own legs to play with his dick.

"You'd better not cum in my god damn cabin."

He heard the warning and took it to heart, but nothing was going to stop him from stroking himself off. He would just have to edge.

Although the wolf had a hold of his hips, Arval was still the one with the most control. He lowered and raised himself at will, bouncing on the wolf's knot. Sometimes he moved to pleasure himself, making slow and grinding movements to massage his own prostate and at other times he'd bounce with the wild abandon that the wolf liked.

That second kind of movement would use every inch of Hercules' cock and would briefly transfer control over to the wolf. Arval could feel all of it inside of him, making the absence that much more apparent. He would squirm and writhe on top of the wolf, only to stiffen and squeal when he was re-acquainted with all of it.

The first kind of fucking was comprised of a bouncing that was exhausting for Arval, but he managed. It helped to time it to the strokes of his cock to spur himself on. If each time he bounced he could give himself another stroke, Arval could stay more than excited to do all the work. Even if it wasn't the fastest, it was more than enough to please them both.

Over the minutes that Arval rolled himself back and forth on the wolf's cock, the both of them grew more desperate. As they did, the wolf began to grunt and snarl to himself, gripping tighter on the bat's hips. Meanwhile, the bat grew sloppier; fucking himself on the wolf's cock in bursts rather than a steady rhythm. He took it deeper each time, until the knot was teasing his entrance, and backed up further until he was sitting in Hercules' lap. That was when he let go of his stiff cock and turned his full attention to his ass.

Arval positioned himself so that his feet were up on the seat either side of Hercules' legs, a fact the wolf didn't seem all too happy about. He pressed his back against the wolf's chest and reached back with his arms to support himself with the headrest.

Using the strength in his legs, Arval began to properly fuck himself on the wolf's dick with a previously unseen haste. He bit down on his lip to concentrate and let the rest of himself go limp as he pushed himself up and down. His own cock and balls bounced along with him as he continued to speed up until panting began to fill the cabin. Not just from him, but from Hercules as well.

In the reflection of the glass, Arval saw that the wolf's hungry eyes were watching his dick slip in and out of the bat's ass. His tongue had dropped, his eyes were rolling and any concerns about being straight had left him long ago. A grin spread across the bat's face as he resolved himself to keep on bouncing.

Arval's unattended prick cried out for attention. The pleasure that had building inside of it had not suddenly dispersed when he began to ignore it. If anything it was continuing to grow, threatening to tip him into orgasm from ass fucking alone. How embarrassing that would be, how hot it would feel. He was almost disappointed when Hercules suddenly wrapped an arm around his chest and gave one final thrust upwards.

Arval practically heard the pop as the knot entered him, even over the guttural growling of the wolf. Squirming, the bat did his very best not to cum and coat the cabin in pearly seed. He almost didn't manage as the wolf's cock began to throb inside of him, his knot stretching his tailhole to the very limit and the squeezing grasp of the wolf heightening the moment. Still though, Arval braced against it. Only a few drops of cum had escaped by the time the wolf finally stopped moving his legs beneath the bat.

Hercules flopped back against the chair. They shared half a minute of silence as the wolf panted for his breath. In that minute, Arval wiled his orgasm not to trigger. Anything now would not be even half as rewarding as the wank he was going to reward himself with later.

Eventually, Hercules panted:

"You can... Wait until it goes.... Down."

Exhausted, the wolf tore off his sweat maroon t-shirt; the plaid one had been discarded sometime earlier in the rut. Hercules dropped this one to the side of him, before leaning over the other way to retrieve a beer. Arval did all he could not to stare at the wolf's Dad bod.

"That was good, kid." Hercules said before leaning back and chipping away at his beer as he tried to pretend that his knot wasn't buried in a guy.

"Yeah..."

Hercules' knot went down quick fortunately. The entire time Arval did all he could not to grind his hips back and forth to rub the knot against his prostate. The wolf had no such qualms, and would move about freely causing Arval to jerk about awkwardly at the abrupt prostate bumping.

When it was finally free Arval pulled up his trousers, shuffled over to the other door and hoped out. His asshole was crying out for more, and he wanted to waste no time in providing it.

"Uh, see you around!" Arval awkwardly laughed, one hand hidden behind his back.

"See you." Hercules grunted, leaning over to shut the cabin door.

The moment it closed, Arval spun around and hurried back to the gas station. In his hands, now sheltered against his front where the wolf couldn't see, was the wolf's t-shirt. His scent clung to it strong, tickling the bat's nose.

"HEY!" The wolf called after him.

Arval froze. Slowly, he swapped around again so that he could face the wolf whilst hiding the clothing.

"You gonna still be working here when I drive back through in a week or so?"

"Uhh yeah?"

The wolf nodded in approval.

"Better be." And with that he closed the door once more.

Arval breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the t-shirt and his perverted habit hadn't been discovered. With it in hand he hurried to the supply closet, dropped his trousers once more and held that t-shirt up to his snout as he began to furiously fap away at his cock.

Knowing that he was alone, Arval had no qualms about moaning and wailing away into the fabric as he jerked his cock. He nibbled at it with his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut and replayed the encounter from front to back.

His mouth and lips moved as he re-imagined the cock sucking. Every taste and flavour came flooding back to him, aided by the t-shirt. When it was time to fuck his ass, he hung the t-shirt on his snout and reached back with three greedy fingers. They were no challenge after having been knotted, and so he worked up to the speed of his fapping hand in a matter of moments.

Deep breaths, long strokes and intense thrusts produced high pitched and short wails as his cock exploded with cum. It was a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm that had his whole body shaking. As exhausted as his dick and body were, the bat couldn't stop at just one. Arval had painted the closet door with cum twice more by the time the bell on the door rang for the next customer.

From there, news of a particular gas station and its slut spread further than before. In just that week Arval got more attention than he had since the whole thing had started. No longer was he lucky just to get one hookup a night, now he was averaging two. One customer had taken a detour specifically to see if the rumours were true. Then there was the one who waited inside until the other John was done so that he could take Arval over the counter; a request the nervous Arval turned down. Another wasn't even a trucker or a customer, just an 'interested party' who renovated the detached bathrooms with a gloryhole. It quickly became Arval's favourite part of the job, so much so that he'd forgotten about Hercules.

It was almost two weeks later when he was reminded of the wolf.

Arval emerged from the bathrooms, returned to his station and found a pair of white briefs waiting for him on the counter. The scent was more than familiar, but much stronger than it had been. Hercules had marked this pair with his seed.

That night any inhibitions Arval had left him. He hopped the counter, grabbed the briefs and huffed them there and then. His free hand hurried for his dick and despite having just came in the bathrooms, he suddenly found himself able to cum once more. As his spunk shot over his work uniform, he looked up at the CCTV camera poised right at his shame and came just that extra bit harder.