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A late night trip to the truck stop was a little treat for Reed. Built tall and slim like his name implied, the maned wolf led a simple life. Working as a full-time stocker on the overnight shift at a big grocery store meant keeping odd hours even on his days off. He rarely saw his roommates, and when he did either he or they were usually on their way to bed. Aside from his few coworkers, he didn't often spend much time with other people.

That was why the truck stop at the edge of town by the interstate was a spot he frequented as often as he could. There, he found plenty of people up and about at unusual times. Folks like him with overnight work, people traveling and stopping for a late bite in the restaurant, truckers popping in to use for showers and such... Often enough, they were willing to share a few words with the relaxed, unassuming canine.

If Reed had discovered anything, it was that despite his height, cresting 6'4" even without his ears, he came across as pretty non-threatening due to being thin as a rail. Long arms and legs left him a bit lanky, somewhat clumsy and therefore slow to move. He guessed that most people who saw him must figure that if he were to cause trouble, they could probably just topple him over and book it before he could get his legs back under him. They weren't wrong, either. Not that he was a troublemaker. At heart, he was a gentle soul. A smile was usually enough for most people to see his kindness and spend a little time talking with him.

The maned wolf had a routine. First, he would pass through the convenience store to pick up a few treats that he couldn't find other places. Special soda and a particular brand of beef and cheese sticks he liked were always on the list. After that, he would eat dinner in the attached restaurant, after which he would spend time either reading or playing games on his phone between people-watching, nursing along free refills on a cup of coffee. The place was never busy enough for it to be a problem that he spent hours there at a time, and over the hours he encountered some interesting people willing to chat for a while. The workers in the place knew him as a regular, by face if not by name, so even when there weren't many new faces, he usually had someone to share a few words with.

It was a slow night that night in particular, not too many people stopping into the restaurant, most of them a little too road-weary to be up for conversation. It made for slow passing of the time, and a feeling of loneliness began to settle over the leggy canine. He wasn't the most social person, never had been in his twenty-two years of life, and his late hours made it hard to keep in touch with most of his old friends from school. They either worked during the day or were going to college, and didn't have much time for the late owl except for messages sent across hours through text or online. That night in particular, it felt like he didn't have anyone out there to lean on in the world.

After a good meal, Reed headed for the restroom, taking the long way around to the ones in the convenience store side of the truck stop since he had plenty of time on his hands. It was a little sketchier on that side, the bathrooms and showers both places where fellows met to get each other off on occasion, but Reed wasn't bothered by the notion. It wasn't what he came for, but he could picture spending some more intimate time with a few of the handsome men he'd seen pass through. It never seemed like any of them were interested, but he could still daydream about it now and then. Sometimes he stumbled upon folks in the act, taking advantage of the near-perennial glory hole between the two stalls in the back. Management kept patching it but it wasn't long before it would magically reappear each time, ready for randy travelers to have anonymous jollies together.

As he entered the restroom, Reed could hear heated grunts and groans, a smile appearing on his face. It seemed like someone was going at it. He wasn't the type to join in or watch, but sometimes he did listen in. As he went to use a urinal, he thought the sounds were particularly loud, with creaking of the partition that divided stalls, the hinges and locks rattling in a weird rhythm. Interspersed between them, fervent mutters in a rich baritone, "Fuck, ffffuuuuck fuck fuck..."

It sounded to him like the guy was really having a good time over there, around the corner where he couldn't see. Letting out a soft sigh as he relieved himself, Reed was surprised to hear the voice pipe up again, this time calling out more loudly. "Is somebody there? I uh... I need some help in here. Please?"

At first, he wasn't sure what to do, but noticing the plaintive notes in the man's voice, he realized those previous words hadn't been those of a male enjoying a good rut, but of anxiousness from being in some awful predicament. "Yeah, hold on there a sec," he called back, finishing up and washing his hands before coming around the short wall that divided the two areas. As he did, he was halted by quite the strange sight.

The dividers between stalls were fairly tall in this restroom, at least high enough that Reed, as tall as he was, couldn't see over them without climbing up. But what he saw in the farthest stall, the big handicapped accessible one, was a fellow on his feet, tall enough to not only peer over the divider, but to have his arms folded on the top of it to make a platform for his chin, those arms long enough that even folded they spanned the depth of the stall that didn't include the door. Mountainous shoulders were bunched up from where the fellow had his head resting. He had to be over eight feet tall, maybe more.

A giant of a wolf, that was Reed's first thought. But the coloration, rusty with gray patches, and the thinner profile of the muzzle, told him this brawny beast of a man was more likely a coyote. And judging by the flannel shirt with sleeves rolled up, trucker hat, jeans pooled around his ankles, and grizzled beard he sported, the quintessential trucker. Attractive, if you didn't mind your men a little rough around the edges, with golden eyes that seemed to glitter from beneath the brim of his cap as they picked up reflected light. Reed put him in his early thirties, just old enough to make the guy feel like a full-fledged adult to him. At the moment, the fellow looked a unique combination of embarrassed and miserable.

"Howdy," was all he said at first, licking his lips as he seemed to struggle to find more words. "This is gonna sound weird, but I'm sorta... stuck. Can ya help a brother out?" His baritone had a slight accent to it, just a touch southern, words flowing just a tad slowly, and Reed found it oddly pleasant to listen to.

"Stuck?"

"Yeah, just... C'mon over, look in the stall next door here."

Thinking that the fellow seemed a bit too distressed for it to be a ploy to get him to service the man, Reed went over and pushed the door open. Inside, he saw the biggest dick he'd ever come across stuffed, painfully it seemed, through a glory hole that was a size or two too small for a man of the yote's girth. Rock hard, dripping and drooling meat that had to be over a foot long, comparable more to a forearm than anything that was intended to go inside another person for pleasure, the canine was stopped in his tracks for a moment, only able to gape in awe.

"The fella beside me kept giving the signal he wanted t' fool around, and I was game," the trucker began to explain. "But I guess after he saw what I got t' work with he got spooked and booked it. Now I can't get back out, 'cuz I'm thicker in the middle, and I can't reach past the wall here, and I've been stuck for over an hour but I've been too embarrassed t' call for help and oh fuck I'm gonna be stuck here forever or they're gonna call the cops and they'll have to cut me out with the jaws of life or some shit fuck why did I do this I'm so fuckin' dumb..." The longer he spoke, the more worry and embarrassment sunk into his voice, and at the end it became clear to Reed that the fellow was struggling to fight off a panic attack. He even covered his eyes with his huge hands balled into fists, shaking as he took in slow breaths to try to stay calm.

"Hey, it's alright," Reed told the giant of a man. "I'm here, and I'll help. Just try to relax." Despite the offer, he was at a loss initially of how exactly to help the fellow extract himself from the hole. Stalling for a little time to think, he asked, "What's your name?"

"Ed." Pulling one of those fists away from hiding his face, he peered with one eye from under the brim of his cap. "Small name for a big fella." It came out as a familiar joke, along with a brief bark of a laugh.

"I'm Reed. Don't worry, Ed. I'm gonna get you out. Somehow." As the maned wolf considered, it seemed that perhaps it was a matter of lubrication. And with the yote leaking like a faucet in a thin stream, Reed thought he had a plan.

"I'm not askin' for ya t' get me off," he insisted as Reed reached for the intimidatingly girthy cock. "Just t' get me out. No foolin' necessary." As soon as his palm cupped lightly over the head, however, the meaty shaft twitched, making Ed wince and suck in a short breath.

"Sorry! I'm just trying to spread some of this. Maybe if you're slippery enough you can slide back through."

"Yeah," he muttered, nodding softly as Reed smeared the man's precum all along the lengthy rod, liberally applying to the base. "That might work..." As anxious and clearly in pain from the squeeze as he was, the rubbing and tugging of the man's generous, thick foreskin seemed to have the effect of arousing him, throbs and twitches making him grunt and bare his teeth slightly. "Sorry... I leak like a hose, and despite it hurtin' like a fucker, I just can't get soft..."

"It's alright," Reed told him, showing a smile that the huge man returned, though thinly. "Here. I'll try pulling the skin taut, and you try pulling out. Okay?"

"Okay," Ed echoed, the coyote sounding doubtful, miserable as ever. But when Reed tugged on the loose skin, a look of hope and relief came over the man's face. Hesitantly, the man shifted, and everything was just slippery and loose enough for him to withdraw from the hole with a groan. "Oh, fuckin' finally... Hooooo god..." From the expression on his face as he left the handicapped stall, gaze aimed at the ceiling as he rattled loose the lock on the door, it looked like the yote was close to tears with relief. He had to duck and turn to make it out of that large stall and back out into the restroom proper.

Reed came out of his own stall, and found himself immediately embraced by the trucker, hard, his own arms spread wide to keep his pre-coated hands from touching the fellow. Belatedly, he realized that Ed still had his pants around his ankles, and that slick, still firm, still leaking cock was pressed up against his front, reaching a good part of the way up Reed's chest. "Thank you, buddy. Really saved my bacon."

By the raw smell that came from him, and noting a damp ring radiating from his neck on the shirt worn beneath the flannel, Reed could see how utterly stressed and close to panic that Ed had been, stress sweating until the maned wolf had come along. Seeming not to notice that the hug wasn't returned, the trucker released his hold and stepped back, proclaiming, "I am never doin' that again." Then, a puzzled expression hit hit face as his gaze drifted downward on Reed. Following the look, The maned wolf saw a sticky imprint of the man's cock left behind on his shirt, and both of them met eyes again. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I-" A light bulb seemed to go off, and the man hastily pulled up his pants, stuffing that lengthy log down a leg to get them on, which did nothing to hide it.

"I really, really am sorry," he reiterated, zipping and buckling, the huge coyote trying to wipe the precum he'd left behind on Reed's front away with his hands, unintentionally spreading it farther. "Fuck, what a mess... Please, let me thank ya for helping me out. Buy ya a new shirt, some dinner, a tank of gas, whatever ya need." Each thing was pantomimed with those huge hands, with the fellow showing a bashful, apologetic smile.

Reed got the distinct impression that Ed wasn't terribly bright. Even so, his heart seemed to be in the right place. "It's okay, you don't have to do that."

"No, I do, I do. Wouldn't feel right if I didn't return the favor somehow." The fellow's nose twitched a couple of times, seemingly picking up the smell of his own stress sweat, and wincing, he insisted, "Listen, I gotta clean up, but please, please don't leave before I can at least get ya a new shirt."

The plea was so dogged that Reed couldn't disagree, and with a slight nod, he went over to start washing his own hands again, grinning slightly from how tickled he felt that this massive beast of a man was practically begging him, hands clasped together and everything. "I'll meet you in the store portion, okay?"

"Yeah, good. Thanks, bud." Moving far more quickly than his large frame would have suggested, Ed darted toward the exit, before skidding to turn back and return to the stall he'd left before, passing back by with something in his hand, offering a sheepish grin as he went. His phone. Of course, he'd have forgotten his phone. It only seemed fitting.

The next few minutes had Reed browsing the selection of t-shirts in the convenience store section of the truck stop, doing his best to keep the cock imprint on his shirt out of sight. Thankfully, not that many people passed through, so it wasn't a terrible concern, but he still felt flashes of embarrassment. He hadn't expected to have his chest cock-stamped in the men's room that night, but then, that would have been unusual for him any night. What a character Ed was...

It didn't take long for the coyote to emerge from the shower area, sporting fresh clothes, including a new hat, fur mostly dried but still a little damp from his rush to clean up. Reed watched him search for a moment, holding a duffel that must contain his old clothing, expression anxious, before lifting an arm to get his attention. He could see the tension visibly lessen before Ed came over to him, rumbling softly, "I thought for sure you'd leave before I got back. Thanks for waitin'. Took me a minute to get smellin' decent again."

True to his word, the coyote's scent was much better. The natural didn't come through, fur too saturated with the aroma of the wash gel provided in the showers, as well as something like cinnamon. Deodorant or cologne of Ed's own? Either way, it was heavenly compared to the stink of panic from before. "I said I'd stay. How's your...?"

"Good," he declared with a sheepish nod. "Better. Gonna be sore a bit, but I earned that. Find a shirt ya like?"

Reed held one up, just a simple black t-shirt that played off the dark brown and rust orange of his natural fur color. No funny saying, or cool graphics. Reed was a simple man with simple tastes. "This one's fine."

It seemed to receive approval from the yote, who took it from him, popped the tag off, and without so much as a word of warning, started to pull Reed's soiled shirt off of him, to flustered protests of the leggy wolf. "It'll be quick, lemme just..." With a sigh, Reed submitted to having his shirt changed for him, the trucker gently tugging the new one over him, seeming to purposely avoid touching his actual body as much as possible. Once done, he retained the original balled up into his one hand as he went to pay for the new.

Definitely a himbo, was Reed's estimation. Kind of heart, dumb of ass, and built like a brick shithouse. There was something endearing about the fellow, and as he came back, Reed noting that he took a curious sniff of the shirt he'd kept, tail giving a swift swish at taking in the maned wolf's scent that lingered, the lanky canine decided he liked Ed. He was simple. Uncomplicated. Handsome, if unrefined.

"Alrighty, then. What else can I get ya?" he asked, a toothy smile showing, peering at Reed from under the brim of his hat. "Food's good in the restaurant if you're hungry."

"I already ate, actually."

"Need gas?"

"Filled up when I got here."

The coyote seemed a bit let down, playing with the shirt he had balled up in his hands, still yet to have given it back. "Hmm. Gotta be somethin', anything."

"It's okay, really. I didn't help you out for some kind of reward."

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he took a few glances around the area before leaning in, rumbling more quietly. "Is this like those videos? Like, when the lady can't pay the plumber for fixing the pipes, and then they bang?"

Reed felt his face and ears burning, sputtering flustered sounds that could almost have been words. Before he could get anything meaningful out, the yote added, "I mean, it'd have to be in my truck. I sure ain't jumping back in the stalls. But, I'm game if you are." He showed a warm smile. "You're a cute fella, anyhow. Awful kind to an idiot like me."

That last part hit Reed in the feelings, and he frowned slightly. "You're not..." He couldn't finish, unable to bring himself to tell the lie. Ed was pretty dumb, it seemed.

"Yeah, I am. Not book smart, not street smart. I can drive. S'bout all I know how to do good. Do alright at fuckin' but folks tell me I'm too big more often than not." Tilting his head slightly, he noted, "If yer not into fellas, I suppose my offer might not be such a good way t' pay ya back. Apologies if I'm barkin' up the wrong tree."

Shaking his head, the maned wolf finally got a whole sentence out. "It's not that. I just... You really don't have to pay me back. I'm just glad you're alright." Pausing for a second, he touched the back of one of the bigger canine's hands. "Besides, wouldn't it hurt you if we... you know..."

"Oh, I'd manage, somehow. Wouldn't be the first time I left myself achin' after a good lay." Lifting an arm, he thumped a fist gently against Reed's shoulder. At least, gently for a muscled up titan like him. "I'd be tickled to please ya, if yer not opposed to foolin' with an overgrown dummy of a yote. I'm careful with smaller fellas, so don't fret that I'd hurt ya any way, either. Truck's comfy enough in the back, too."

Sighing softly, Reed dipped his nose down bashfully. "Are you sure about this?"

"I'm a randy git, bud. You're easy on the eyes, and far kinder than most folks are to a lummox like me. Owin' you or not, you'd have me sniffin' for a roll together regardless." His smile returned, toothy as ever, with a tilt of his head and a swish of his tail. "Whaddaya say? Y' wan' to?"

He couldn't believe this was happening. Of all the times he'd been to the truck stop, never once had he been propositioned or even got a remote sense that anyone there found him attractive. Yet, here he was, with a tremendous hunk of a man inviting him for a romp in the parking lot. "Okay," he agreed. "If you're really-"

The maned wolf couldn't even finish before his hand was grabbed and Ed was tugging him along through the store, headed for the exit with an enormous smile on his face, tail wagging so hard that it slapped against Reed, stinging slightly. Once they were out through the door, a low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance, and a sprinkling of rain began to fall, barely enough even to feel, but making the spring air feel cooler and more refreshing.

Nearly dragging him along at that point, Ed pointed at the big rig he was moving them both toward, cherry red paint job gleaming even in the dark, lit up by overhead lamps. On the side of the trailer, a cartoony space shuttle was painted, with the name "Road Rocket Transit" lettered alongside it. "That's me," Ed explained, and when they drew near, the big fellow fumbled in his pockets for his keys, so eager to get into the truck with Reed that he dropped them to the ground with a laugh before he got the door open.

The coyote went first, practically leaping up and into the passenger seat before he turned back and held out his hand. "C'mon, big step..." When Reed clasped the hand, he was yanked upward so fast he ended up in Ed's arms and on his lap, the giant trucker showing a surprisingly shy smile, despite everything they'd been through together so far. Reed, for his part, could only stare at the man's golden eyes, getting lost in them. Such warm, pretty eyes for a man with rough features otherwise.

Ed turned after closing the door, ushering Reed through the gap that folding down the bench seat in the middle of the cab made, where he found a surprisingly large mattress, reaching wall to wall, blankets and pillows messily arranged almost like a nest. The walls back there were padded and upholstered, making it feel oddly cozy. The light from the front of the cab turned off, and a set of tiny string lights, softer and multicolored in hue, came on. In that dim light, he saw a small object resting on top of a pillow, and going over to it, he found a stuffed toy. The little bear was well worn, with various stitches closing up tears and reattaching limbs to it, and when Reed picked it up, it put a smile on his face. A big guy like Ed, sleeping with a little plush barely big enough for one of his large hands? Too cute.

"Don't mind that," the yote insisted, quickly, but gingerly pulling the stuffed bear from Reed's grasp and putting it aside, tucking it into a far corner with a tiny pat on its head, deliberately faced away from the two of them. Reed swore he heard a "Sorry, Mister Bearington. Don't look," mumbled under his breath before the massive fellow turned back to Reed, scooted onto the mattress on his knees after tossing his duffel bag aside, Reed's shirt piled on top, and settled back on his rear with his legs folded under it. "Get comfy," he encouraged, handing over two of the biggest pillows he had, the coyote looking Reed over with a curious expression on his face. A tad nervous, longing, a hint of a smile appearing now and then.

The maned wolf placed one of the pillows behind him for his head, the other farther below, supporting his lower back, letting him rest against one of the side walls. As Reed settled comfortably, the trucker scooted closer, starting to pull off his clothes. First, the outer flannel, then the wife-beater. As the shirts came off, Reed watched with wide eyes, seeing the brawn that had been hidden before come into view.

The yote's fur was short, so all the definition of his muscles showed well on him. Bulky, the type that came from manual labor and not gym lifting, he had a slight taper down to his waist, and instead of abs, there was the start of a small tummy, but to look at his broad shoulders and thick chest, there was no doubt he was powerfully strong. The rusty and gray color gave way to cream on his chest and stomach, and as the pants were opened, boxers tugged down, Reed saw it extended down between his legs and along his inner thighs. Probably to his rear and under his tail, too, the leggy canine imagined. Once more, he could see the man's cock, this time flaccid and a tad smaller than he recalled, but still a thick, lengthy piece of man meat, tip peeking out from his hood. Beneath, nuts the size of baseballs rested just barely against the bed even though his folded legs kept him elevated from it.

Shifting over to sit with his legs hanging off the bed, Ed fully removed his jeans, kicking off his shoes, but leaving on his socks and hat. That tickled Reed, who held in a laugh just in case it might be misinterpreted, but he couldn't hide a grin. Ed seemed to take that positively. "Can I see you, too?" he asked.

The leggy canine began to undress, starting with the shirt that Ed had bought for him, feeling very underwhelming compared to the other man's physique. "I'm not much to look at, really," he mumbled, undoing his pants, where his cock stood fully upright, fairly average in size, circumcised unlike his companion.

While Reed undressed, Ed got back onto his knees, feet making a platform for his rear again, spread slightly farther apart than before. Stroking himself slowly while he watched Reed get naked in front of him, the fellow rapidly began to erect, acting almost as if the pain he'd felt while stuck before had never happened. "I'm lookin'," he asserted, and his eyes crawled so slowly across Reed's bared body that it appeared as though Ed was trying to memorize all the details of him. Drawing closer, he placed the tip of his cock against Reed's, closing his hand over the heads of both, his stroking tugging his foreskin over the maned wolf's head. Even in that short time, Ed had begun to leak, so it felt slick and smooth. "Gotta make 'em smooch."

Docking was something new for Reed, the smaller canine not terribly experienced with sex in general, and he began to pant softly from the unique stimulation. Ed took it as a good sign, and nodded. "Yeah." He spoke softly, the acoustics in the truck making every sound feel especially up close. Even a whisper seemed to fill the whole area. "Do ya bottom?"

The prospect of taking Ed's huge prick into him was intimidating, but reaching over to fondle the man's huge nuts, he nodded softly. "Yeah."

"S'okay if ya don't want to. Happy t' lend a hand, muzzle, or rump for ya." The way he smiled after saying so struck Reed as totally genuine.

"I want to. I'm just not in practice. And you're..."

"A big fella. I know." The point was made with a dip of his nose downward, simultaneously bashful and proud of the fact. "I'm real gentle." The way he slowly, intently stroked across both of their lengths seemed to suggest that was true. "I'll go real slow. Make sure everything feels good for ya. Don't have much choice, considerin' the abuse the ol' meat's taken tonight."

"You don't have to if you're still hurting."

"I do hafta. I gotta make my bud happy."

The maned wolf couldn't deny the warm insistence, and turning himself over, he, hugged one of the pillows he'd been resting on, displaying his rear and tail to the other man with a glance over his shoulder. It wasn't just "bud" now, but "my bud." The difference was subtle, but he got the sense that even after so little time, Ed thought of him as a friend. Somehow that made the idea of bedding him seem all the sweeter.

From somewhere, the coyote produced a bottle of lube, and with a few squirts across his fingers and palm, he both got himself well-slicked and had plenty to spare for preparing Reed's hole. The cool sensation made him flinch at first, prompting an apology from Ed, but after that he relaxed as the fellow carefully stretched him with a fingertip, slowly stroking up and down his meaty pole as he did. Patiently, to boot. Ed was so unlike many guys Reed had been with before, so enthusiastic to get started that they were in a rush. By comparison, the trucker took a relaxed, almost sedate approach to prepping the both of them.

Thunder sounded again, still far off, and the rain picked up a little, making a soothing pattern against the cab of the truck around them. "Made it just in time," Ed murmured, seeming content with quiet small talk as he tended to the smaller man. "I like the rain. Not so good for drivin' but at night the sound's nice." When he was satisfied that Reed was loosened and relaxed enough, he scooted forward to nestle the tip of his shaft under the other canine's tail, gently working between the cheeks and prodding up to the rim before pausing. "You ready?"

Reed gave him a nod, hugging the pillow a bit more tightly, until a heavy hand landed gently on his shoulder, caressing warmly over it. "Just relax, bud. I gotcha." The first push was difficult, and Reed had to resist the urge to squirm as the big man spread him across the girthy tip, staying still only by force of will and the tender squeezes and rubs that Ed applied to his back and shoulders. "Where're ya from?" The gentle question was both an attempt to distract from the discomfort that came from taking such a huge cock, as well as the trucker being genuinely curious.

"I'm local. Born and raised here." If Ed wanted to carry on conversation, Reed was all for it.

"Ah. I just pass through. Got a route I work, Terry t' Ardenville n' back. Regular thing, takes the whole work week goin' from one end to the other n' back." Reed knew the names, places in states on either side of his own, which made sense given Ed's profession.

"What do you haul?"

"Machine parts. Stuff for fixin' industrial things. Conveyors, elevators..." A moment later, the coyote's breath hitched in his chest, coinciding with the slide of his girthy head past Reed's pucker, lodging the two firmly together. "There we go," he rumbled softly. "Awful snug there, bud..."

"I know. I don't do this often..."

"No? What's a local guy do then, hangin' at the truck stop late at night, if not cruisin' for dudes?"

A few moments of getting adjusted to him were blissful, and Reed huffed happily when Ed began to very carefully inch into him, the huge shaft starting to feel more comfortable as Ed leaked into him. "I work late, so it's the only thing open when I'm more awake. I have dinner, talk with strangers when I can."

"But no foolin'?"

Reed hesitated before answering honestly. "You're the first in a very long while."

"Surprised ya took me on then." The statement was entirely non-judgmental, followed up with, "Whatcha do that keeps ya up late?"

"Nothing special. I stock groceries."

"Nothin' wrong with that. I drive and move heavy stuff. It's honest work." By then, Ed was halfway sunken into him, and Reed couldn't help but squirm. Even at that point, it was a thicker meat than he'd ever taken, and it was pressing firmly against some very sensitive areas. "Easy, now." That gentle phrase helped the maned wolf to relax, recalling that Ed was still hurt, and the grip around his shaft might not feel too good. After a short break for each of them, where the coyote kept brushing his large hands soothingly over Reed's back, he began again, this time pulling back and using a very soft thrust to add more, which got a quiet moan slipping out of the smaller canine. "Good sounds?" Ed questioned, and when Reed gave a hasty nod, he took another of those careful thrusts.

True to his word, he was gentle, setting a slow pace, enough that Reed could actually listen to the sound of the rain and relax, abruptly realizing that Ed had hilted in him only after feeling the fellow lightly slap his hands against the smaller man's sides. "Already?"

"It's been a while," Ed informed him. "Looked like you were enjoyin' so I just kept quiet and let ya." Then, the fellow gathered his upper body into his strong arms, shifting around to plant his own back against one of the walls, holding Reed upright and straddled across him. A scoop of one arm under his legs lifted and bent them at the knee, oddly supported by that one powerful arm, while the other tucked around his chest, linking to the far shoulder and clasping it firmly. With his chin resting against Reed's other shoulder, the muscular man had the strength to keep him slightly aloft, the both of them angled back just enough that the maned wolf rested partly against the other man's front.

This was a very new, unexpected position for Reed, who could do little but clasp the hand on his shoulder and lift his other to brush fingers across Ed's cheek, the one that wasn't tucked against his jaw. The trucker spread his fingers to capture and knit them together with Reed's before beginning a series of slow lifts and falls for him, pushing his powerful hips upwards to make their bodies thump against each other pleasantly as Reed was guided downwards.

A very unusual way to do it, but it felt lovely, being held and slowly used almost like an oversized toy for the man, who muttered under his breath in short huffs. Ed adjusted his grip, trying out different angles several times, seeming to be looking for just the right one. When Reed let out a sudden whimper, the coyote paused, checking, "Good or bad?"

"Good," Reed insisted, and Ed gave him another lift and fall, again getting him to whimper as the man's cock rubbed right against his prostate, sending an intense, but deeply pleasurable wave going through him each time. "Oh, fuck..."

"Yeah..." Once he found that one angle, the trucker kept at it, making Reed whimper and moan, the bigger man turning his head slightly to press his muzzle into the spot where Reed's neck and shoulder met, huffing hot breath against it. "Fuck, you feel nice, bud..." For as good as it felt to Reed, it seemed to be equally as pleasant for the bigger man, who seemed to match his intensity of arousal, the both of them panting almost in unison. The whole time, when a thought to form whole and coherent in his mind, Reed marveled at how the incredibly strong fellow handled him so carefully, never once hurting him with a grip too hard, or a squeeze too firm, or even a thrust too eager. Every move was measured, making the leggy canine realize just how tender-hearted and honest the other man was.

Reed lost track of how long they spent making love in the back of that truck while listening to the rain. Despite the odd position, he couldn't think of it as anything else. Ed treated him so well, working so hard to please him unlike many other guys before, that he didn't doubt for a second that the himbo coyote would consider the act one of great affection on top of enjoying a good lay. A spontaneous fuck in the back of a truck with a man so much bigger than him shouldn't feel like this, the maned wolf thought to himself. Not like something that he could get used to, that left him aching with need and desire, body thrumming and singing with delight.

Eventually, the building warmth and tension inside was too much to handle, and Reed tipped over the edge, releasing a half-choked cry of ecstasy as he began to pour out his load, Ed following not far behind. He lowered Reed's legs as he buried in and began to pump thick ropes in, grabbing for the maned wolf's spurting cock to stroke him with the newly freed hand, prolonging and intensifying the orgasm for Reed, who squirmed and clutched tightly to Ed as much as he could. With the huge cock slid all the way in, Reed could feel it deep in his belly, bulging it out slightly, and every shot of Ed's load was something he could feel filling him, the warmth of it spreading with every thick pulse of the girthy rod.

A lengthy orgasm was followed by the two of them just resting together, basking afterglow with nothing but the sound of the rain and each other's pants to interrupt for a long while. Ed grew soft and naturally withdrew from Reed as they sat together, keeping the smaller canine in his lap, arms wrapped around him. As time passed, it seemed to Reed that Ed was somehow pensive afterwards, the coyote's fingers playing idly with the other man's. The leggy canine began to wonder if the trucker had some regret, but didn't want to break the silence between them. He just watched the rain together with him until he was ready to speak.

"Ya said you're from here, yeah?"

Reed nodded in response to Ed's question, watching him as the yote peered out the window into the night rain.

"I've had this same route for a while. Never seen ya before, even though I stop here often enough. On the way out and on the way back home."

"Yeah," The maned wolf agreed. "I'd remember you if I'd seen you before, but somehow I never have."

"Was just chance the two of us bumped into each other tonight." A wistful expression appeared on the truckers face, and he looked downwards, adjusting his hat so that it hid his eyes entirely from Reed. "Reed... I get lonesome on the road. Don't really have anyone who'll put up with a big dummy like me. Seein' as how we could both cross paths here, would ya mind if I see ya again?"

Reed's tail wagged, and he let it brush up against the other man. "You want to make this a regular thing?"

"I ain't just talkin' 'bout fuckin'." A hint of a smile crossed the trucker's face. "Though I picture some of that, too." He lifted his head enough to meet gazes with the smaller man. "I like you."

"You barely know me."

"I know enough t' say I wanna know more." Ed reached over to his pants and pulled his phone out, putting it in Reed's hands and asking him again, "Can I see ya again? Put your number in if it's okay."

Reed didn't even hesitate. The overgrown coyote was just too sweet, oddly wholesome to say no to. "I'd like that." Maybe it was the hormones that came post-sex, whatever it was that encouraged mate bonding between partners. Maybe it was simple loneliness. It didn't matter to Reed. Now that he'd met this man, he wanted more.

"I'll buy ya that dinner next time. Eat together 'n get more acquainted." Chuckling softly once he saw the number was put in, and taking the phone back, he added, "It's ass backwards, I know. Start out with fuckin' and go on a date after. But..." Merely shrugging to end the statement, he tapped a few times on his phone, and from the pile of Reed's clothes, there came a chime and a vibration noise, which put a smile on the trucker's face. He might not be clever in general, but he was smart enough to check if he'd been given a phony number."I won't bug ya too awful much. But I hope it's okay to send ya messages. Pictures." Reed knew exactly what sort of pictures they'd be, and he nodded simply in reply.

They shared a brief kiss, and Ed squeezed him warmly while still holding the other canine in his lap. "Stay with me tonight. If ya can."

"I will. I've got the weekend off, so... As long as it's okay with Mister Bearington."

After showing a surprised, and then embarrassed look, the bigger man began to smile. "I'm sure he won't mind. Not for you."