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Through blearly, half-closed eyes, Sean Murphy watched his windshield wipers thunk back and forth in front of him.

It was a chilly November evening, and it was a perfect night for a road trip - this late in the day, almost 1:00 a.m., the highway was nearly deserted. But Sean Murphy wasn't in the mood for a road trip. Sean Murphy was in the mood for bed. The young husky didn't have class until past noon tomorrow, and sleeping in would be the most glorious experience of his young life.

He looked down at the trip odometer, which he'd reset when he'd filled up back in Chicago. 47 miles, it said. That meant he was still forty minutes from Carrington University, his dorm room, and his nice warm soft fluffy bed.

He'd made the trip at least a few dozen times, but for thirty miles between the Indiana state line and where he picked up 49 at Chesterton, there were no streetlights, and no landmarks. This late on a Sunday, there weren't even any other cars - just the occasional semi.

Just miles...and miles...of darkness.

Sean looked back up, and jerked the wheel to the right abruptly - he'd drifted a few feet out of his lane. He was so tired. He slapped the sides of his muzzle, trying to wake himself up. His eyes didn't want to stay open.

Blinking slowly, yawning massively, Sean reached down and turned the HVAC controls to full cold. He'd have had the windows wide open, except it was drizzling gently, and he couldn't stand the constant spray into the car. The wipers thunked back and forth rhythmically in front of him.

Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and -

Somewhere in the night behind him, deafeningly loud in the silent darkness, a semi's horn blasted so loudly that Sean could physically feel the vibration in the air.

_ HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRNNNKKKKK! _

_"AWK!"_he yelped, jerking so violently that his seatbelt locked against him. Wide-eyed, he whirled around, scrambling to hold the wheel.

_WHRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNGGHHHH!_went the driver's side wheels of his car, as they rolled over the rumble strip on the left shoulder of the highway. He jerked the wheel again, making the Blazer lurch back into the leftmost lane, bucking unhappily in protest. All four shocks creaked loudly enough to be heard inside the car. The fuzzy dice dangling from the rearview flailed violently from their perch, like a flag in a mighty gust of wind.

His heart pounding, rage on his face, Sean glanced sharply to his right, looking for the truck. His veins coursed with adrenaline, setting his muscles on fire.

It was two lanes to his right, gaining on him, slowly pulling past his Blazer. They were both doing 70, but Sean could see the driver staring at him. He looked like a bear of some kind. The truck pulled level and stayed there.

"What the fuck was that?!" he howled, though he knew the driver would not be able to hear him. He glanced back over at him, his brow furrowed murderously.

You OK? the trucker mouthed.

Sean stared at him. He looked back at the road.

Now fully awake, Sean realized how close to sleep he had really been. When he'd snapped awake he'd been half on the shoulder, headed for the guardrail.

The trucker had seen it and blasted the horn to wake him up.

Blushing furiously, Sean waved his awkward thanks and stepped on the gas. He flailed one big paw at the trucker as the Blazer surged forward, so embarrassed he couldn't even look at him.

The truck receded into his rearview mirror, and just as Sean was about to lose him around a bend, the trucker blinked his headlights two times.

Taking a guilty breath, Sean tapped his brake lights a few times.

And that was all he expected of the interaction.

Twenty minutes later, the husky flipped his turn signal as he approached a dark highway rest stop. He followed the deserted pathway to the empty parking lot, more or less wide awake and well into his second wind.

The long line of spaces for passenger cars was completely empty, save for a fogged-over, brownish 1980's Chevy sedan, the same one that seemed to lurk at every rest stop in America around this time of night. Sean parked at the opposite end and killed the engine.

Closer to the highway, the truck lot was half-full of idling beasts bedded down for the night. The deep bass of diesel engines rumbled like soft thunder in the distance.

Sean climbed out of the car, into the cold and the quiet. It was probably 40 degrees out, but Sean didn't bother with a jacket. He was, after all, a husky. He flip-flopped to the double glass doors, perfectly comfortable in his tanktop and athletic shorts, stretching his muscular arms over his head, rolling his head back and forth and rubbing his thick shoulders. His legs were sore solely from going so long on so little sleep.

The rest stop was empty inside as well, silent except for canned elevator music, full of brochures for quaint little Indiana bed'n'breakfasts and posters about construction schedules. He passed them and headed straight for the men's room.

After pissing out the last of his terrible Shell station coffee, Sean washed his hands at the clunky porcelain sink and shook them out dry.

Next to the sinks was a full-length mirror. It was just polished stainless steel, and it hardly did him justice, but Sean paused to admire himself anyway.

After a Freshman year of getting steadily fatter on his school's meat-and-potatoes cafeteria fare, he had started working out again in earnest as soon as he was back home for summer vacation, and amped it up when he'd returned the following fall. Now, after four straight months of aggressive weight training and nightly runs, he had the body of a god. Even his stark white and inky black markings looked better on his trim, muscular frame, set off perfectly by his black athletic shorts and white wifebeater tanktop. Sean loved wearing monochromatic clothing because of the effect is ice-blue eyes had; he loved when he could get people to stare.

His legs were thick with muscle, his calves lithe and angular even under his thick fur, with his massive meaty paws barely contained in navy blue flipflops. His pecs were such thick slabs of muscle that the skintight tanktop created a deep shadow in the center of his chest. He hooked a thick thumb under the hem of his tanktop and tugged it upward, so he could see the perfect white definition of his perfect husky abs.

"Damn, boy," he said to the mirror. "You fine."

That, of course, was the moment when the bear trucker clomped into the restroom.

Startled, Sean jerked violently and stumbled awkwardly away from the mirror. He tugged his shirt back down, humiliated. "Just checking my fur," he mumbled, lamely.

The bear grinned as he stepped into the room. "Don't stop on my account," he said. He had just a trace of a southern accent.

The trucker was a huge brown bear, only a few inches taller than Sean but significantly thicker. He was clad in a long-sleeved hunter-green knit shirt that clung to his thick shoulders like lycra, showing off his impressive triceps and beefy biceps, the rest of his torso covered by a chocolate-colored down vest. Inside the vest Sean could see a barrel chest and a thick, muscular stomach. The bear wore basic jeans that barely contained his powerful quads, and enormous black construction boots, topped off with a navy blue baseball cap. He had a pleasantly-thick bulge in the crotch of his Levis.

The bear had a strong, craggy jawline and a thick black beard running along the angles of his muzzle. It wrapped up around his mouth, and as Sean stared he had to consciously tell himself to look away.

The husky coughed loudly, turning back to the nearest sink. "Sorry," he squeaked. "Been working out. Just checking my progress." He splashed cold water onto his crimson-tinted face to attempt to curtail the heat he felt rising in his face. A quick look at the mirror revealed that he was, in fact, turning pink.

The bear chuckled, his voice deep and manly. It made Sean's fur puff out. "No worries," he said. "It's an old joke."

Sean looked sideways at him, dripping water from his face and big paws. "What's that?" he asked, slowly.

The bear grinned. "What's black and white and red all over?" He grinned, and pointed at Sean with a thick finger. "I found it," he said, grinning lopsidedly.

Sean frowned at him, blushing harder.

The bear tilted his head in a decidedly cocksure fashion, and took a few steps closer. "You feeling any better?" he rumbled. He had such a deep voice. It was kind of gravelly. Sean liked it a lot, especially from just two feet away.

The husky nodded guiltily. "I was wondering if you'd recognize me," he said. "Thanks. I didn't realize how tired I was." He shook his face, squeezing the water out of his fur.

The bear stepped even closer, tearing off a few paper towels and holding them outward in one big paw. Sean looked down at the sink. At this distance he could smell the bear. He smelled like Old Spice, vinyl and motor oil.

"That isn't the only trick I have for keeping muscled-up huskies awake," the bear said, as Sean took the towel.

The husky paused, and then glanced at him.

The bear grinned toothily. Standing just a few feet away, so close Sean could almost feel his heat, he let his eyes wander down the husky's thickly-muscled chest, lingering over his waist. "So are you wearing a jock strap under all that jock gear?" he asked, his deep voice filling Sean's ears. "Or something more interesting?"

The husky took a few deep breaths, swallowing as his mouth filled with saliva.

He looked the trucker over. He wanted him. He really wanted him. And he could have him, with just a word. His heart began pounding, and suddenly his senses came alive. He could smell tobacco on the trucker, and sweat, and stale coffee and good old-fashioned bear musk.

He'd never had a bear before, he thought. Hell, he'd never fucked outside his immediate age group. Just a couple of guys on campus. Indiana was not exactly overflowing with eligible gay men.

Sean cocked his head. "Not wearing _anything_under all this jock gear," he said.

The bear stared at him for a long moment, processing that, and then looked down at the husky's crotch, nodding. "My," he whispered softly. "That..._is_interesting."

The bear was caught, Sean realized. The trucker was captivated by him, enough to risk a fight at a highway rest stop, so strongly did he want the husky. He had probably rejected dozens of flannel-wearing barrel-gutted beasts on the trail, but now he'd found a perfect little college-jock husky he desperately wanted.

This could be fun, Sean thought.

Outwardly, he frowned. "Do you have protection?" he asked.

Staring him directly in the eye, the bear nodded. His eyes were gray, Sean noted. True, real gray, in a sea of chocolate brown fur. The bear was probably in his late forties, maybe his fifties. He was gorgeous.

"Okay, then," the husky said. He took two slow steps forward, into the bear's personal space, and at this distance he could feel his heat and sense his power. He angled his muzzle upward slightly and brushed it against the bear's. The trucker's beard was stiff and bristly.

The bear exhaled slowly.

Sean pressed the side of his muzzle hard against the bear's short muzzle, pushing his head to one side. He opened his jaws and bit him gently on the side of the muzzle, rubbing his long canines against the bear's beard.

The bear closed his eyes and raised his muzzle, exhaling loudly. "Ungh," he grunted, arching his back and angling his shoulders back.

Sean dipped his muzzle and dug his cold nose in against the base of the trucker's snout, inhaling deeply and basking in his scent. It filled his nostrils and every daddy-sex fantasy he'd ever had came stampeding to the forefront of his mind. He felt his cock slide out of his sheath as it surged to full hardness, tenting the front of his shorts impressively out from his body.

The trucker reached for his chest. Sean grabbed his thick wrists, holding them in place, biting at his collarbone. The bear struggled lightly, and Sean held his arms at his sides with his own considerable strength. "Keep your arms down," he growled, biting the trucker's thick chest.

The bear struggled and growled at him, frustrated. "Listen here, husky boy," the bear snapped. "If you think I'm going to sub for your fluffy ass you are seriously mistaken about your place in the univer -"

"Ssshh," Sean told him. "It's not like that." He took a step back, giving the trucker his best bedroom eyes. "I just want you really horned up." He licked his teeth, his tongue curling up in front of his nose, and reached for the bear's shoulders. "I really want you to give it to me."

The bear scowled at him, his nostrils flaring, and finally nodded slowly. "Alright," he said, frowning, shivering again as Sean squeezed his thick shoulders. "But it's been a long, lonely fucking run, puppy...so don't push it."

Sean grinned. "But I like pushing it. I'm a husky. It's what we do."

The bear sneered. "Yeah, well, don't be surprised if I push back."

Sean ran his paws down the bear's meaty arms, breathing hard, and let his arousal show, licking his teeth and snuffling hard. Paws shaking, he stepped in close again, running his paws up the bear's thick sides, inside his vest.

The trucker watched Sean intently and exhaled loudly, his breath smelling of stale coffee and cigarettes, arching his back as he was manhandled by the athletic husky. Sean ran his big paws up the bear's sides, inside his vest, up under his arms and around his narrow waist. He hugged himself to the burly bear trucker, staring lustfully up at him, and slowly closed the distance to the trucker's waiting, open muzzle. They kissed hard and deep, and the bear tasted exactly as Sean had hoped and better.

They fought each other's tongues, teeth scraping and grinding, and suddenly the bear reached up to encircle Sean's shoulders, the trucker's mitt-like paws groping along his muscular back. The trucker's paws slid down the arch of his back, making him shiver, and Sean ground his swollen dogmeat up against the bear's own thick crotch. He felt the bear slide one paw up under his tanktop and the other down the back of his shorts.

Feeling the bear's meaty paw under his tail, Sean arched his back and pushed his butt out. The bear's fingers slid between his cheeks, and he felt one blunt clawtip probe under his tail. He broke the kiss, moaning, digging his muzzle into the bear's hard collarbone, drooling onto his knit top. "Unngghhh," he moaned, and then he felt the bear's other paw fight its way up inside his undershirt, stretching it painfully tight, and then slowly grasp his ruff and twist. The bear had him caught, now, one big hand under his tail, the other dug into his neck fur.

The bear nuzzled the side of his head, biting at his ear. "Not objecting now, I see," he growled, his voice an octave lower than it had previously been.

Sean writhed under the bear's double-grasp. "Yeah, well, now I'm getting what I want. You gonna fuck me or what?" he whispered, arching his back and trying to impale himself on the bear's thick finger.

The bear chuckled. "What an eager little puppy you are," he said, leaning in to lick and slurp at his muzzle. "I thought you'd never ask."

Sean swallowed hard, and glanced over his shoulder. "We're gonna have to be quick, though. No telling when the next road-tripper is gonna have to take a shit."

The bear's face twisted into a grimace. "Jeez, boy," he said. "I have a sleeper cab. What kind of savage do you think I am?"

Sean blinked at him, and then grinned. "Oh. Right," he said. "That's cool too."

The trucker blinked at him, looked up and away, and turned to lead the way.

As the burly ursine led Sean to his rig, the November night was undoubtedly just as cool as it had been previously, but the husky felt nothing but heat.

He watched the trucker as he moved, admiring the thick, blocky lines of his wide back and arms...his confident swagger...even his big booted paws. The trucker glanced back at him, and in the shadowy parking lot, the trucker's face was completely hidden in the shadows of his baseball cap. The thought of being mounted and manhandled by him kept Sean's cock at near-full attention.

"You are so fucking hot," he whispered, following the bear into the sparsely-populated parking lot.

"Sssshhhh," the bear said over his shoulder, though he probably needn't have bothered. It was obvious based on their direction which truck was the bear's, and with one powder-blue exception in the next space, there wasn't another truck for fifty feet.

Sean hoped that trucker was a heavy sleeper. The parking spots were angled, so at least the windows weren't level, but if a husky was anything, it wasn't quiet.

The bear's rig was burnt-orange. It was the kind with the engine that extended way out from the front of the cab with great big flared wheel wells. That sort of truck probably had a name, but Sean didn't know it. The rig had Ohio plates, a rectangular grill the size of a card table, and a little red diamond on the front that said INTERNATIONAL. It was loud and tall and rank and imposing and its very presence made Sean's heart pound. He was seriously going to get fucked in this very sexy truck.

To his surprise, the trucker stepped up to the passenger side.

Sean stared blankly. "I hope you don't expect me to drive this thing," he said, eyes wide.

The trucker grinned at him - in the shadows, all Sean could see was his teeth; it was scary and incredibly fucking hot at the same time - and shook his head. "I want to start the festivities up front. Steering wheels tend to get in the way of that sort of thing."

He reached nearly over his head, wrenched the door handle, and swung the door open, opening the cab to the night. The soft light and scent of vinyl and old cloth met Sean's nose. The trucker put one big paw on the steel grate steps, and hoisted himself up. His shirt lifted up in the back, showing the thick ridge of his spine, surrounded by flat slabs of chocolate-fur covered muscle over the small stub of his tail.

Sean watched him climb. "Hey, hold it. I'm not leaving tonight without a memory card full of naked bear pictures," he said, "because there is no way my friends are going to believe I bagged such a fucking hottie."

The bear put one foot in the cab, turned and grinned, all but his teeth again lost to the shadows. He hooked his left thumb under his thick shirt, tugging up to the middle of his abdomen, showing off his meaty stomach, lifting his thick right arm and flexing his massive, weightlifter-sized bicep, curling his thick fist over.

Sean had his cameraphone out in half a second. He was so horned up his paws were shaking.

After the picture was taken, the husky scrambled up after the trucker, who was sitting pretty with his legs spread on the passenger seat.

When he was on the edge of the cab, Sean reached around behind himself to pull the door shut. He had one paw on it when he happened to glance up, into the cab of the powder-blue truck next to him, and was startled to find someone staring back at him.

In the cab of the next truck was an older gray wolf, amber eyes wide and alarmed, staring directly at him. The wolf froze, mouth slightly parted, and Sean realized he'd been watching the whole interchange.

He still hadn't decided what to do when the bear grabbed him by the waistband and tugged him into the truck, and it was very easy to just pull the door shut behind him.

So the wolf knew. So what.

Sean decided it would be his little secret.

The bear pulled Sean backward, and he fell roughly into his lap, facing out through the windshield. No sooner had the door latched than the trucker was all over him.

"Thaaaaat's better," the bear whispered into his ear, wrapping his thick arms around Sean's torso and crushing the husky back against him. Sean shivered at the aggressive handling and arched his back, half-closing his eyes and letting out a little whine. "Isn't this nice?" the bear rumbled. "We can do whatever we want out here and no one will see."

The bear shoved one paw under Sean's shirt, rubbing his massive hand hard over the husky's bare stomach, and it made the dog whine and shudder. The bear gently grazed him with his claws, and Sean arched his back, tensing his six-pack and moaning softly.

"Aww, the puppy likes it a little rough, don't he," the bear whispered, encircling Sean's throat and muzzle with his right paw, twisting his thumb and forefinger to roughly shove Sean's muzzle to his left. The bear leaned in from behind, pushing his own muzzle in for a rough, disconnected, wet and messy kiss.

Sean grunted into his mouth, letting out a low growl as their tongues fought one another.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You do like it rough," the bear whispered, nipping him on the muzzle and then angling his muzzle to bite him on the ear.

Sean shuddered, swallowing hard. His mouth was filling with saliva. "Yeah, well, I don't go after truckers for their gentle side."

The bear squeezed his throat and simply rubbed his six-pack abs. The trucker was definitely getting off on feeling up the muscled-up husky, and truth be told, that was getting Sean off, too. His erection felt like it was about to tear through his shorts.

The ursine grunted. "Yeah?" he said. "You go after a lot of truckers, boy?"

Sean debated playing it up, but let out a nervous chuckle. "Actually, no, this is a wet dream for me. I'm totally making this up as I go along."

The trucker took a moment to process that and then laughed in his ear. "You are? What a bad dog you are," he said. He squeezed his throat and the base of his muzzle, holding him tightly. He dug his claws gently into his abdomen, tickling him fiercely. "Bad, bad, dog. Aren't you? You want a dirty old man like me to treat you like the bad puppy you are."

Sean writhed in his arms, clenching his teeth and shivering, certain the trucker could feel his jaw muscles working. He let out a groan and clamped his paws around the armrests.

The trucker leaned forward, grinning. "Well, I hope you know what you got yourself into, boy." The bear put his left paw on Sean's throat and jaw, crushing the husky against his chest, and clamped his right paw around Sean's thick quad, making him jerk in shock. "You should be careful what you wish for."

He forced his thick fingers up Sean's athletic shorts, along his inner thigh, and roughly grabbed at his defenseless fuzzy ballsac. The warmth and strength of his paws on Sean's bare nuts made him shiver violently.

_"Unnnghh!"_Sean groaned, arching his back and grinding back against the trucker. "Oh shit that feels so good," he moaned.

The trucker manhandled his way deeper up the leg of Sean's shorts, pulling the shorts nearly up to the massive tent in his crotch, and dug his sharp little claws in under the husky's nuts. "You wanted the dirty trucker experience. Let's see how you really like it," he rumbled. He clamped his thick fingers around Sean's nuts, pulling away from the husky and squeezing them. "Such a dirty husky," he growled, his breath hot on Sean's ear. "You're only making it worse for yourself."

Sean dug his claws into the vinyl of the armrests. He grit his teeth and dipped his muzzle, shaking his head and growling. Spittle flew off his maw in tiny warm droplets.

"Sure you ain't run this road before, boy?" the bear growled in his ear. "You're getting off on a pretty rough punishment."

Sean shivered violently, humping shallowly into the air. His cock was achingly hard against his shorts, so much so that he could feel the elastic digging in under his tail.

"Mmmmm, I could get used to this," the bear rumbled.

"Yeah? You followed me all the way to the rest stop just for this?" Sean gasped. "Ain'tcha gonna fuck me like a man?"

The bear growled softly. "And what if I don't want to?" he asked, releasing his death-grip on Sean's balls. The husky sank back against him, panting, and he suddenly became aware both of how steamingly hot it was in the cab and of a stiffness like a flashlight digging in under his tail.

"What if I just want to hold you here and play with you?" the bear asked, snatching up the hem of Sean's tanktop with both paws and tugging it violently upward. Sean leaned forward and lifted his arms up, his tongue hanging out, and shivered as he was unceremoniously stripped down to his shorts. The bear tossed his shirt onto the dash, and then his paws were right back on him, and Sean shuddered violently at the exquisite feeling of thick bear arms on his bare fur.

"See, you looooove this," the bear rumbled, leaning forward to lick and suck at Sean's pointy ear. He ran his paws all over the husky's toned pecs and cobblestone abs, ruffling and smoothing his fur, roughly manhandling his muscles and crushing him back against the bear's chest. "This is all you deserve, bad puppy," he grunted. "All you deserve is to be manhandled by a dirty old trucker."

The bear crossed his arms over Sean's chest, holding him like a harness, and squeezed both of his shoulders, feeling his thick muscles. Almost on reflex, Sean raised his arms and flexed his 18" biceps.

The bear rumbled loudly. "See, you know_what a bad puppy you are," he growled. He uncrossed his arms and held Sean against him by the biceps. He must have liked what he felt, because now the _trucker shivered, and his voice dropped another octave. "Yeah, a dog like you is just a toy." He squeezed Sean's biceps and let out a shaky breath.

"I know it," Sean whispered, arching his back and thickening his muscles as best he could. He was proud of his body, and he knew his arms were outstanding, but to be worshipped like this made his heart race and his cock stone-stiff.

The trucker ran his hands over Sean's meaty pecs. "Say it," he breathed. "Say what you are."

The husky shivered, letting out an involuntary little whine. "I'm a bad dog," he whimpered.

The bear found his nipples, hard and ready, and pinched them, hard. "Say it while getting your punishment."

"Unhhh!"_Sean moaned, clenching his jaw and turning it to one side. "I'm a bad dog! _I'm a bad dog!" He arched his back, holding his arms up in a perfect double-bicep flex.

The bear wrapped his arms around him tightly and clamped his paw around his muzzle again, steering him in for another messy kiss as the husky flexed his arms submissively.

When the bear released him, Sean's eyes had finally adjusted enough to see his face in the dark. His eyes were dark and gorgeous and full of lust and mischief.

He was grinning. "You still want to get fucked, puppy?" he said.

Sean nodded.

The bear's eyes twinkled. "Good. Let's move this show to the back."

Sean glanced behind him to the space behind the front seats. There was a small gap behind the seatbacks, of perhaps 18" or so, and then a flat mattress about the size of a twin bed, built into the back of the cab. It was covered in a thick flannel top-sheet, framed on either side by tall, fogged-over windows, and lit by a small wall-mounted desk lamp a few feet over the pillow.

The bed sat under a series of posters of athletic, muscular men. The biggest poster was of a shirtless muscular husky in a black speedo, grinning and gesturing to his perfect abs.

He looked a lot like Sean.

Sean blinked at it, turned to the bear, and grinned.

The bear glanced behind him, and looked away, his jaw clenching in embarrassment.

Sean chuckled softly. "Well!" he announced. "Aren't you the lucky one!"

The bear stuck his lower jaw out. "Get your black-and-white ass back there!" he ordered.

Sean smiled incorrigibly, and then scrambled off the bear's lap to climb between the seats.

While he was in mid-bound, the bear snatched at him. He snapped one muscular arm around Sean's lap and still-hard cock, making the husky grunt. He froze in place, bent over, balanced precariously on the two armrests. Before he could even start to squirm, the bear had his other meaty paw under the husky's tail, and he yanked his shorts down, hard. As Sean was writhing around to try to see what the trucker was up to, he felt his big body move in the chair, and then suddenly he felt a cold nose under his tail and the sensation erased all conscious thought from his brain.

"Awwwrrkk!" he yelped , arching his back, his tongue hanging out. He teetered in space for a moment, groping for a handhold, before he realized the bear really could support his entire weight with just one arm. He clamped his paws around the ursine's burly arm.

The trucker only nuzzled at him for a moment, and then he felt the bear shove his muzzle in hard, and start to roughly lap at his asshole.

"Unggrrhhh," Sean growled, loudly, shivering. He dipped his head, his tongue hanging out, and flexed his legs, trying to push his ass backward onto the bear's maw. The trucker's tongue was firm and strong and wet, and he worked at Sean's hole like it was his job. Sean felt hot all over, and he doubled over, raising his curly tail. The bear's slimy tongue slipped into him, and Sean let out a shaky moan.

The bear pulled back, nuzzling the muscular expanse of Sean's fluffy butt. "You like that, boy?" he asked, gruffly.

Sean craned his neck around, panting. "Not as much as I'm going to like the real deal." He squirmed in the bear's burly grasp. "Let me go and get back here and fuck me!"

The bear grinned. "That little tonguework give you some ideas, little pup?" He cocked his head. "Prime you for a little something else up under that tail of yours?"

Sean stared him in the eye and growled. "Now."

Grinning, the bear abruptly released his arm, and Sean all but crashed into the back of the cab. He came down on his arms on the bed, mussing up the flannel topsheet, and awkwardly crawled onto the bed with his athletic shorts creeping up his ass. It smelled like somewhere between a log cabin and a locker room.

He dropped awkwardly down onto the bed, grumbling, and snorted, annoyed. "Cozy," he said. "I don't know how your big ass gets back here every night."

Grinning, the bear reached for a lever under his seat. There was a clunk as something disengaged, and abruptly the entire seat rotated on a central pivot point. It turned around just like a barber's chair, ending 180º from where it started. He lifted his big booted feet and lowered them into the space between the bed and the chair.

Sean stared at him, his jaw dropping open. "You could have done that in the first place!"

The trucker shrugged, grinning. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you." He shrugged out of his vest, his thick shoulders roiling massively as he struggled to free himself of the outerwear, and finally grabbed it in one big paw and tossed it indiscriminately on the driver's seat.

Sean looked up him and down expectantly. He heard a thwapping behind himself and scooted forward so his wagging tail would stop thumping against the back of the cab.

Staring impassively at him, the bear pulled his knit shirt up over his head. He arched his back as he did it, showing a perfect v-shaped torso, his stomach undefined but trim, a man with incredible power but not much definition. A thick line of darker fur ran down the center of his chest, down the ridge between his meaty pecs and between the two thick slabs of his abdominal muscles. It disappeared invitingly into his jeans.

He pulled the shirt off his powerful arms, showing biceps even bigger than Sean's, the cuffs of his shirt catching on his wide paws. Somehow, he was still wearing the baseball cap.

Sean let out a shuddery breath.

The bear cocked his head, finally cracking a smile. "Got yourself some daddy issues?"

Sean stared at his bare chest. "I think I might be developing some," he said, wide-eyed.

The bear chuckled. "Shall I continue?"

Sean stared at him. "Take your fucking pants off."

The bear smiled grimly, his lopsided grin all but lost in his thick beard. He reached down to unclasp his oversized belt buckle - a simple oval, Sean noted with relief; a Confederate flag or something would have killed the mood - and fumbled with his thick fingers.

"Yeah, I'm done waiting." Sean lunged forward before the bear could so much as unzip his fly. He braced himself on the armrests, grinding his muzzle against the bear's jaw and opening his own mouth wide.

The bear growled at him, still fumbling with his belt, but kissed him back, hard. He pushed back, as much shoving Sean away as returning the kiss, and clumsily unzipped his fly. Sean heard the zipper go zzzzzzzzt. He chewed at the bear's neck, following the trucker's meaty pec down to his armpit, shoving his nose in and slurping messily.

"H-hey, calm down," the trucker grunted, shivering. Sean heard him unclasp his belt and pull his fly wide, felt his big body move powerfully as he shifted in his seat, in the unmistakable motions of a person in a seated position dropping their own pants around their ankles.

He smelled bear cock and pre, and the scent washed over him like a warm, salty ocean wave.

Sean let his muzzle and paws lead him down the thick trucker's warm, hairy torso, drinking in his scent and his sheer mass, the fur and the heat of his stomach, the thick musculature and the dip in the muscle driving him inexorably down to the bear's now-exposed crotch.

He found a thick, wide band of elastic wrapped tightly around the bear's waist, and a prison of netting straining to what appeared to be the breaking point, bent into what must have been a painful arch four or inches above the bear's tree-trunk legs.

The jockstrap surprised Sean, and it hid the bear's true size (not to mention probably hurt like hell, considering how the fabric was straining) but the sight of it made the husky's blood run like boiling water.

He liked to be teased, eh? Well, huskies were made for teasing.

Sean dug his muzzle in and wrapped his lips around it the bear's bent-over cock. It tasted like cotton and sweat.

"Hold on, now," the trucker had started to say. "I haven't even got my pants all the way unnnnnngghhh!" he snarled, tilting his head back and growling. "Jeez, boy, relax! We've got all ni-unngh!" The trucker cut himself off as Sean dug his handclaws into his quads, clamping his lips around his trapped meat and tugging, hard. "F-f-f-f-fuck!" he hissed softly.

Sean bathed the bear's net-trapped cock with his tongue, staring innocently up at him. As many men did when caught in his icy-blue stare at a moment like this, the bear froze, his eyes wide. The trucker watched him for a moment, breathing shallowly, and then let out a shivery sigh.

Sean raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling.

The bear scowled down at him, grabbed him by the scruff, and pulled him bodily off of his cock. "Leave that alone!" he snapped. "I'm not even wearing protection! How do you know I don't have something, huh?"

Sean narrowed his eyes, not bothering to hide his teeth and tugging insolently against the bear's paw. "You aren't even naked," he snapped.

The bear raised his upper lip. "That don't count," he said. He shook his head. "Honestly. You damn kids." He released the husky, reached down for his boots and fought the laces, still shirtless and rock-hard against his saliva-soaked jockstrap.

Sean watched him for a moment, and then sat back on his haunches, licking his teeth and reaching down to play with himself.

The trucker watched him, his eyes playing slowly over the husky, as he slowly undressed, as casually as he might for an evening's sleep.

Sean knew he looked good. He rubbed hard over his sleek athletic shorts, flexing the raw musculature of his arms and legs.

The bear was gorgeous. _ Sean watched him too, sliding his cheap jeans down his impossibly-thick legs and off his feet, the substantial massive bulge of his trapped cock, the two-inch-thick wide circular flare at the bottom of his distended jockstrap. The bear finally freed himself, pushing his thick meat out the side of his jockstrap. He let out a relieved, shuddering sigh. The trucker's entire body relaxed and he sat back in his chair, seemingly exhausted except for his cock, which came to roaring life unaided. Sean watched it swell up to the bear's naval and beyond, seven or eight inches and the diameter of a soda can. The bear was already leaking precum and he looked _delicious.

They sat there like that for a moment, just watching each other, the bear's cock stone-stiff and isolated, twitching gently with each beat of his heart; the husky obscenely playing with himself, tongue hanging out lustfully; the cabin filled with their sweat and pheromones.

There was a knock at the side door.

Sean, altogether too familiar with his roommate walking in on him masturbating, flinched, startled. His eyes widened and he stared at the trucker.

The bear, on the other hand, stared forward for an agonizingly slow moment, as if he was trying to decide if he'd just heard what he thought he just heard.

The knock came again.

The bear's eyes narrowed angrily, and for the first time Sean was aware of how massive and powerful he was, because for the first time he looked truly scary.

The ursine turned toward the passenger door, reached over his shoulder, and wrenched it open, leaning back against the seat, reclined as if he was completely comfortable answering the door bare-ass naked with a eight-inch stiffy. Which, Sean thought, he probably was.

"Can I help you?" he said, through his teeth.

The door swung open, and Sean was startled to see the wolf from the next truck. He looked about halfway between Sean's age and the bear's age - maybe mid-thirties? He was wearing a short-sleeved plaid flannel-button down and a navy blue trucker cap. He was handsome, in a Midwestern-farmer kind of way.

"Um," the wolf said, clearing his throat. "S-s-sorry." The wolf was standard gray-and-white, and the white tip of his muzzle was already turning dark crimson. "There's, ah, no good way to say this, but...um...I can hear every single thing you guys are doing." He looked away, blushing like a pup.

Sean couldn't see the bear's expression, but it must not have been a kind one, because he saw the wolf shrivel, his ears folding back submissively.

"So_move_," the bear said, icily. "There are plenty of open spaces," he grunted. "We're kind of in the middle of something."

The wolf closed his eyes, nodded slowly, and looked away. "Uh, that's not what I meant," he said huskily. "Look, I realize you're probably not looking for a third..." He looked way, coloring full crimson.

Sean couldn't see the bear's face, but he could tell by his posture that all the anger went out of him in a matter of seconds. He could also tell that the bear was interested, because his fat cocked twitched visibly.

The wolf saw it, too. He averted his gaze, staring intently at the passenger seatbelt mechanism. "So, uh, I know you don't know me from Adam, but..." He trailed off. "Do you mind..." He cleared his throat, made awkward, shy eye contact, and finally spit it out. "C-can I watch?"

The bear watched him for a long moment, during which the wolf seemed to shrivel ever more extensively, and then turned his handsome face back to Sean. He was grinning.

"Well, pup," he said. "What do you think?"

Sean stared at him, glanced at the wolf, and swallowed. He wasn't opposed to the idea. He pretended to look the wolf over, stalling for time. The lupine had a pleasantly wiry build, a more slight frame than the bear but well-muscled. At one time he would have been wiry, toned and ripped like Sean himself, but that would have been a decade ago.

The wolf swallowed, staring at him plaintively. "C'mon, man," he all-but whimpered. "I am so fuckin' horny," he said, through clenched teeth. "Santa Ana to West Virginia, man. It's a long, lonely trip," he groaned, shivering.

That little display of vulnerability alone would have won Sean over, but he wanted the wolf squirming a little more. He looked over at the bear. "Is that a bad drive?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

The bear nodded gravely, hiding a smile. "The worst," he said, his voice deep with gravitas.

Sean nodded thoughtfully. He looked back down at the wolf. "Come on up," he said.

The wolf's expression did not change, but behind him, his tail began wagging. Sean could hear it, out in the night.

The bear snorted. "Inviting in an audience. I knew you were a dirty pup," he said to Sean, gravely. Turning back, he reached forward for the wolf's paw.

The lupine gratefully accepted, scrambling into the cab. The bear obligingly moved out of his way, scooting backwards onto the bed next to Sean, his cock still astonishingly hard.

The wolf dropped down into the reversed passenger seat, breathing shakily, and looked back and forth from the shirtless, six-packed husky to the burly trucker bear. He licked his chops, shivering. "Wow," he said, his voice shaking.

"Take off your shirt," Sean ordered.

The wolf blinked at him, surprised. "Wh-what?" he asked.

Sean glanced at the bear, setting his jaw. "Make him take his shirt off," he barked.

The burly bear narrowed his eyes. "Do what the boy says," he growled. His cock had not flagged an iota.

The wolf stared at him, and then began unbuttoning of his shirt, his ears flattened back against his head. He shrugged out of it and pulled his undershirt up over his head.

Sean had been right - the wolf had a thick set of chest and arm muscles under a decade of truck-stop fare, with just the beginnings of a paunch and a shaggy, muscular chest. The wolf was mostly light gray, white along his chest and muzzle. Sean had masturbated to pictures of dozens of wolves just like this one.

He stared at him.

Sean wanted the wolf, too, he suddenly decided.

The wolf watched him nervously, as if he could sense he'd just become the prey.

Sean cocked his head. "Alright. Now take your cock out."

The wolf's eyes widened. "I j-just wanted to watch!" he insisted.

Sean crawled over the bed, on all fours, to the wolf. He stared the lupine in the eye, and leaned forward. His knees were still on the bed but he put his hands up on the wolf's armrests. "I like to know when I'm being appreciated," Sean said slowly, licking his chops.

Staring at him from inches away, the wolf shuddered nervously. He looked scared, but Sean could smell the lust pouring off of him in waves.

He cocked his head, batting his eyelashes, withering the wolf with an ice-blue stare. "You look lonely, cowboy," he whispered. "How long since your last rodeo?" It was a cheesy line, but given the circumstance he didn't think the trucker would object.

The wolf stared back at him, spellbound, his back perfectly straight. "A whiiile," he whispered, eyes wide.

Sean grinned. "Then you don't _really_just want to watch, do you?" He slithered off the bed, onto the wolf's lap, cozying right up to his bare stomach.

The wolf arched his back, pushing back into the chair, as if he could pop out the back of it and retreat to the safety of his own truck.

"Aww, don't be shy," Sean cooed, cocking his head seductively. "Do you like huskies, cowboy? Our bear friend certainly does."

The other trucker rumbled unhappily behind him. "Watch it, kiddo," he warned.

Sean glanced long enough to wink at him and turned back to the wolf. "Now then. Surely you can appreciate a tight muscular body like mine?" He lifted his arms and performed a double-bicep flex.

The wolf's eyebrows arched upwards.

Sean grinned disarmingly. "Go ahead. Touch," he said. He leaned forward, pressing his chest almost against the wolf's muzzle. Sean himself was hard as a rock again, and he angled his hips forward, digging his thick meat into the wolf's bare stomach.

"I-I-I," the wolf stammered, eyes wide.

Sean reached forward with his right hand and slid his fingers between the wolf's head and the headrest. The wolf's fur was damp with anxiety. He pulled the wolf's head inexorably forward. He kept pulling until the wolf's nose disappeared into his left armpit. "Bet you don't mind this, wolfie." The wolf struggled pitifully for a few moments, and then sank under his arm, his eyelids slowly descending as the husky's pheromones overwhelmed his inhibitions. The wolf growled softly, snuffling hard, and Sean felt a warm, wet tongue begin to probe his armpit.

"That's it," Sean cooed. "Keep going. All the college boys you see out on the road? Now you get to play with one." He flexed his thick left bicep, and the wolf obligingly worshipped it, nuzzling and snuffling and slurping all over it. The wolf's eyes were half-closed with lust, and he explored Sean by scent as much as by sight.

"Take it out," Sean whispered, edging back in the wolf's lap.

The wolf's muzzle followed his armpit forward, but he obediently followed orders, his large gray paws seeking out his belt buckle - this one was a Confederate flag, Sean noted with some dismay - and frantically fishing out his meat.

The scent of the wolf's cock added the cacophony of scent already in progress. The lupine absolutely stank of sex, and as his cock surged to seven or eight inches of throbbing hardness, Sean reached for his paws and put them on the armrests.

"Don't touch," he whispered, leaning forward to gently nibble at the side of the wolf's muzzle.

The wolf closed his eyes, arching his back and shivering.

Behind him, the bear rumbled loudly. "I think that's about enough," he observed._ _ Sean felt a meaty paw clamp onto his ruff, and then twist. The bear pulled, hard, and the husky felt himself lifted bodily off of the wolf's seat. He felt his head pull back, and squeezed his eyes shut, roiling with pain and pleasure at being manhandled.

The bear pulled him onto the bed, pushed him sideways, and let him crash down onto his back, sprawling on the thin mattress. Grunting, Sean directed his gaze upward at the kneeling trucker.

The bear, still completely naked, save for his trucker cap, towered over him. His cock was thick and shockingly red, so dark with blood that it appeared almost black. His cockhead was the size of a crabapple and it drooled conspicuously onto the flannel bedspread.

Eyes wide, laying on his back, Sean stared at him.

The trucker nodded. "Yeah. You're good and ready now, aren't you boy?" He cocked his head, straightening up, and opened a tiny little door in the back wall of the cab. The little door couldn't have been more than 4 inches on a side; with the size of the bear's massive handpaw it looked like he was peering into the window of a dollhouse.

Sean glanced at the wolf. The lupine was so worked up his chest and muzzle looked almost pink, and his cock stood at attention like a soldier. He was leaking pre like a cold drink on a hot day. He stared at Sean with wide, intense eyes, his muzzle open and his tongue hanging out, gripping the armrests like he was hanging on.

When Sean turned back, the bear already had a condom in his hands, and he was struggling to open the glossy black wrapper with the thick claws of his thumbs. Just as Sean was about to offer help, the trucker succeeded in popping the wrapper open, and he withdrew the glistening rubber disc with a strange grin on his face.

The condom was black, and as the bear unrolled the slick latex over his throbbing member, it gave his monster cock the appearance of a veined nightstick, or a gigantic living black dildo. Sean had just enough of a latex fetish that he suddenly felt his heart pounding all the way up in his throat.

He licked his chops, and looked up at the bear with his best puppy-dog eyes.

The bear snorted. "What, you want to suck it? No fucking way. It's not even flavored. No more foreplay, boy. I am going to bury this cock in your fluffy black-and-white ass and I am going to do it right now."

Sean nodded, swallowing, and scrambled to roll over. He perched on all fours, shifting himself back and forth to dig into the blankets an anchor himself. Wagging his tail slowly, he lowered his chest to the thin mattress, reached behind himself, and pulled his shorts all the way down off his ass.

The bear rumbled appreciatively. "Yeah, this is what I was waiting for." Sean heard another little storage door open, and he glanced around to see the bear with a ludicrously-huge tube of KY Jelly.

"Don't be stingy," Sean warned, staring with bedroom eyes at the trucker, his ass presented and vulnerable. "I want to be able to walk tomorrow." He wiggled his butt cutely.

The bear grinned. "Don't you worry. I got plenty." He squirted a long stream of KY into his paw, worked it over his thick fingers, and reached forward to dig into the husky.

He didn't warm Sean up at all, just palmed his left cheek with one paw and dug in with his right. He probed between Sean's cheeks only long enough to get a lock on his asshole, and then he shoved one fat index finger directly inside him.

"Ungh!"_Sean hissed, trying not to arch his back, his ass filled with the bear's finger. He squeezed his eyes shut, panting hard. "_Damn you got fat fingers! Your fucking finger is as big as some guys' dicks." He strained to keep his asshole from clenching, clenching his teeth and growling. To his left, he heard the wolf exhale loudly.

The bear chuckled, shoving his finger into him again, then pulling it out, then digging back into him. He angled his finger into a hook in and rubbed hard directly against Sean's prostate. "I thought a bad dog like you could take it," he growled, softly.

_"Ungh!" _ Sean shivered, his chest laid out flat on the cheap mattress. "I can take it," he grunted. "I'm just...making...conversation."

"Mmm-hmm," the bear muttered. "Listen," he said. "You better hold on, because here comes the real deal."

Sean looked behind him just in time to see the bear pumping his slick rubbery cock, and turned his head back, concentrating on his breathing. Relax relax relax he told himself.

There was a force like a golf ball under his tail, nosed up against his asshole, and Sean could feel the heat and the slickness. Then the bear surged forward, and his entire head plowed into him.

"Ungggghh!" Sean hissed, gritting his teeth and snarling. His asshole stretched to the point of pain, but then the bear's thick cockhead popped past his entrance and the stretching reduced to a tolerable level. His asshole burned as the bear's shaft surged continuously into him, and he felt his insides fill up as the bear drove himself steadily forward.

"Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh," the bear rumbled, his voice lowering to a deep, bass growl, one that Sean felt in his chest. He clamped both his paws on Sean's ass, one full of heat and the other slick with KY, his blunt claws digging firmly into Sean's fur.

He just kept coming, slowly but ceaselessly, and the friction against his asshole made Sean shudder. "Nnnnn_nnnnnnnghh!"_he squealed. "Are you all the way in yet?"

The bear leaned himself forward, his massive bulk enough to change the ambient light in the cab, and descended upon Sean like an ocean wave crashing. "Almost," he rumbled, and just when Sean was about to start squealing, he felt the last inch of the bear's spike dig into him. He felt the bear's gut pin his tail against his back, and when the bear hilted himself Sean felt his heavy balls drop onto his own. He jerked in surprise.

The bear nuzzled hard at the back of his neck, panting. "You okay?" he grunted, nuzzling hard.

"Ngh," Sean growled. "Not much for a gentle entry, are you?"

The bear thrust his hips forward, digging into the husky again, and Sean let out a little yelp.

"Oh fuck," the wolf muttered, under his breath.

"You like that, little husky?" the bear asked. He dug his hips forward again. It was like being impaled on a broomstick.

Sean squeezed his eyes shut. "Yeah," he whispered. He liked the bear's weight and smell. He liked the feel of his muscles against him.

The bear rumbled softly. "How long do you think you could hold out like this, little husky?" he whispered. He bucked his hips again, lowering his torso onto the husky, and Sean found himself pinned helplessly to the mattress. The bear thrust into him again, setting up a shallow rhythm, and to Sean it was like being fucked by a slow jackhammer.

"I can take it," he gasped, his tongue lolling out, breathing shallowly. The bear's weight crushed him against the mattress. It was getting harder to take deep breaths.

"Can you?" the bear asked, conversationally. He sped up, his crowbar-stiff cock abusing the husky's tailhole with the same few inches of length, never quite hilting or pulling out all the way. "I wonder how long?" His speed increased again, and the bear put enough of his weight on the husky to make Sean realize it was on purpose.

"This is n-nothing," Sean gasped, breathing as hard as he could. His muscles were starting to burn, and he shivered in pain, writhing as best he could against the bear. He was pinned. He couldn't move, even to breathe, but his ass was completely vulnerable to the bear's entire range of motion. The bear could knock him out, just by compressing his chest, and keep fucking him while he drifted in and out of consciousness.

"Are you sure, little husky?" the bear snarled, diggings his muzzle in to slurp and bite at Sean's ear. He drew blood; Sean was sure of it, but his lungs were burning too hard for him to say so. He just stared at the back wall of the cab and tried to concentrate on not passing out, while the big bear pounded him.

"Unngghhhh," he groaned, his vision starting to swim before him.

Just when little stars began to appear in the corner of his vision, the bear lifted himself up.

Sean's body took a moment to catch up, and then he sucked in a panicked breath. He had a momentary sensation of not being able to get enough air, and then the bear pulled him back up onto his knees. He didn't withdraw, either, so he lifted Sean as much with his arms as with the monster cock buried hilt-deep up his ass.

Coughing, Sean reeled, too dizzy to hold himself up. He twitched, impaled on the bear's meat.

The bear held him with strong arms, holding him in place. "You got to get yourself some limits, boy," he grumbled. "Find yourself a damn safe word."

Sean shook his head, his vision finally starting to clear. "Holy shit," he whispered. "Th-that was awesome." He caught a glance at the wolf, who was watching with undisguised horror.

The bear sighed. "Don't make a habit of it," he grunted. "You ready to keep going?" Without waiting for a response, the bear straightened up, and suddenly Sean felt like his entire body weight was being held up on the bear's cock.

As the angle changed the bear's cock ground up against his prostate and he shuddered in pleasure. _ "Ngeearrrrgghh!"_ he groaned, explosively.

The bear put him in a loose but restraining headlock, up on their knees, and shallowly humped the husky, each tiny thrust digging up into Sean like it would tear him in half.

Sean moaned, nuzzling the bear's burly arm around his throat, pushing back against the ursine's thick gut, reaching down to roughly fondle his own emerging meat.

The bear cocked his head, and suddenly the wolf in the chair gasped in soft surprise.

"Alright, wolf," the bear rumbled. "Get the fuck in here."

The wolf swallowed hard, cocked his head, and leaned forward out of the chair. As he approached the helpless husky the hesitation melted off his face. By the time he crossed onto the bed, he had absolutely no fear in his eyes - just a look of intense, predatory determination. His amber eyes were narrowed as if seeking prey. No, as if he had _found_prey, and that prey was Sean.

The husky watched in a lusty, heart-pounding haze as the wolf parked himself inches in front of him. "Hey," he said, lamely, his voice sounding breathy and soft.

The wolf stared at him, cocking his head. He was still shirtless, and his cock was still crowbar-stiff. "Hey," he said back, watching the husky impassively. He leaned forward, licking his black lips, and just like that he and Sean were feverishly making out.

The lupine was a little taller, and the angle was a bit off, until the bear tightened his headlock and tilted Sean's muzzle up. Now their muzzles lined up better and Sean felt the wolf's tongue slip deep into his muzzle, flat and rubbery and wet, and he closed his eyes in bliss, opening his maw wide and letting the wolf overtake him.

The bear was still spiking into him, faster now, and he let out a soft grunt. "What a dirty, dirty pup you are," he growled into Sean's ear, making the husky shiver. "Two dirty muscle truckers manhandling you, and you're loving it, aren't you?" The bear tightened his headlock, and then the wolf's big meaty paws appeared on him, too - his thick chest and toned stomach, playing over his arms, squeezing his wrists and holding him tight.

Sean couldn't move of his own free will, anymore, only occupy space as he was forced to, by the bear's meaty chest and the wolf's strong paws and invasive tongue, and with a start he realized he was headed for orgasm. He hadn't expected to cum while the bear was fucking him - he usually didn't while bottoming - but now he became dimly aware that, this time around, he wouldn't be able to stop it. He shivered, violently, but it was still not enough to break even a fur's width free from the two truckers.

"Ngh, he's gettin' close, in't he?" the bear grunted. His arm jerked as his muscles tensed reflexively, and his other paw clamped around Sean's hip. He fucked him like an oil well.

His ears tilting back, the wolf stopped trying to swallow Sean's tonsils and disengaged from the husky's muzzle. "Uh," he said, dimly. "I think so," he rumbled. One of his paw lightly held Sean's right wrist at his side. The other paw clamped gently around his muzzle, clamping his mouth shut and holding his head in place. Sean watched him with wide blue eyes, snorting urgently through his nose as he slowly lost control of his body.

The bear growled, the bass impossibly deep. "Well, fuckin' stop him," he snarled. "I ain't done yet, and if he cums first I ain't stoppin'. Don't think he'll like that very much."

The wolf furrowed his brow, angling his thumb under Sean's chin. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. "Talk to him about baseball?"

Still pounding Sean like a drill press, the bear laughed out loud. He was speeding up, pumping faster and faster. His cock was so hard it felt like glass, pistoning in and out of Sean.

Sean had never been fucked this long, this steadily before. The bear was a machine. If the wolf hadn't been holding him Sean would have collapsed onto all fours, whimpering.

"I'm sure...you'll think...of something," the bear grunted, and just as he said it the wolf stared at Sean with sudden understanding.

The lupine reached between then with his big meaty wolfpaw, grimaced, and said, "Sorry, kid." Then he clamped his hand around Sean's swinging balls.

Sean jerked in pain. "Augh!" he squealed. "Ow ow ow! Leggo!" He writhed between the two men, tugging the wolf's paw with him, squeezing his nuts like a vice. He reached up to shove the wolf away from him but the wolf had one of his arms and the bear and the other and damned if that wasn't still unbelievably hot.

The wolf clenched his teeth, staring into his eyes. "You're gonna wait for him to finish. It'll end nicer for you that way."

Sean jerked in pain, gasping and writhing in displeasure. If the wolf had been squeezing with just a little less force he'd have blasted husky cum all over him. But the wolf's paw was just a little too tight, and pain shot up from Sean's balls. Every time the bear pistoned out of him it tugged Sean a fraction of an inch backward, and a fresh jolt of pain wracked him. It wasn't excruciating, but it didn't feel good, either.

"You bastard!" Sean yowled. "I let your ass come in and watch!"

The wolf broke eye contact and leaned forward, crushing him against the bear. He bit him hard on the neck, his other paw still buried in Sean's scruff, and as much as the husky tried to squirm away, he was helplessly caught. "Sssh, you can take it," the wolf whispered, angling his muzzle up to chew gently on Sean's throat. "Be a good boy."

He bathed Sean's throat with his strong, slimy tongue, and the terror and lust of absolute helplessness was absolutely exquisite. The wolf's paw was clamped around Sean's balls like a metal vice, but now the tugging of skin and fur sent electric jolts of pleasure up through his thick chest. The bear was staying inside him longer now, hot breath washing over his shoulders and neck, and Sean realized nothing was going to stop his climax.

Holy fuck, the husky thought, squirming helplessly between the two truckers, I'm going to cum anyway. What the fuck is wrong with me?

The wolf mumbled something growly to him, and even his voice made Sean's body respond. "Ngh!" he cried out, squeezing his eyes shut. Don't cum don't cum don't cum, he thought feverishly.

"I'm...workin'...on it!" the bear grunted. "'Unggghhhhhhh...get ready, pup, here it comes!" He dug into Sean, hilting himself up the husky's ass, clamping his meaty arm around the husky's shoulders and driving him down, crushing the dog onto his own meat. "NYRRRRRGGHHH!" he snarled, hissing through his teeth, hot air and flecks of bear spit coursing over Sean's shoulder and all the way down his chest. "F-f-ffuuuccckkk!" the bear growled, shivering violently, hard enough to shake the entire bed. Sean couldn't feel the gush of semen exploding inside him, but he felt the bear's cock jerk spasmodically to life. "Rrrrrrrrrrrrgh let him go!" the bear cried, finally.

In one motion, the wolf released the husky's abused balls, and dug his claws in gently behind them.

The sudden release of excruciating pain was replaced by a tidal wave of pleasure, and all of Sean's barely-repressed lust came bubbling back to the surface, like air bubbles escaping an underwater cavern. He shivered violently, momentarily losing control of all his body's large muscles, and if it hadn't been for the wolf's strong arms he might have shuddered himself right off the bear.

As it happened, the wolf put one paw on Sean's flat stomach, and the other on his muscular shoulder, and held him in place. As the husky jerked violently, the wolf pushed him back against the bear, and between the two truckers Sean was caught in a vise of hot muscle. He could smell both the truckers' sweat, pick out the nuances of species differentiation between lupine and ursine, and as the wolf shoved him down onto the bear's thick spasming meat, Sean felt his own climax come exploding out of him, with a fury he had never felt before.

Sean arched his back, clenching involuntarily, and threw his head back. "Eaooorrrrrrrrrwwwwooooooooooooooooo!"_he howled explosively, groping wildly for the bear's paws on his hips, and clamping down on them in desperation. The orgasm started deep inside him and roiled through him like an electrical charge, filling him from ears to tail, making his entire body tense and quiver. He pointed his muzzle skyward and _snarled, feeling bits of foam collect in the corners of his muzzle and completely indifferent to the sensation.

"Ungh, yeah, puppy!" the bear snarled into his year. "Give it to us! Give it all to us!" He was still grinding into the husky, his own massive body tremoring violently, and if the wolf hadn't been holding Sean down he would have lifted him cleanly off the bed.

The husky was dimly aware of his cock jerking, and on some level was aware that he was coating the wolf in a generous splattering of hot husky seed, but his entire body from naval to tail was exploding in white-hot pleasure, almost to the point of numbness. _"EARRRRGHHH!"_he snarled, lips raised and teeth exposed. He didn't even feel his cock twitching until he was starting to come down from his orgasm, when his body felt like a space heater, releasing heat and humidity from the coils of his muscles.

"Oh...oh damn," the bear gasped behind him, giving him one final thrust and finally relaxing the ludicrous force he was directing under Sean's tail. He let out a shuddering breath, resting his thick muzzle on Sean's shoulder, his hot tongue hanging out and releasing spotty warm bear drool down the husky's bare chest. He leaned on him, panting hard, gasping.

Sean swayed on his knees, little bursts of light exploding in his peripheral vision.

The wolf leaned in and gently touched his muzzle to Sean's throat, and the husky's body was so sensitive that he jerked in sudden shock. "Arp!" he yelped, recoiling in wide-eyed surprise and crashing back into the bear.

"Whoa, whoa, easy now, pup," the bear rumbled into his ear. "Just take a minute and relax. We had you pretty worked up there." He panted hard, right into Sean's ear.

Sean tried to glance over his shoulder, eyes wide, but the world took a moment to follow his eyes, and the lag disoriented him. A great and powerful exhaustion came crashing down on him, and abruptly the husky found it difficult to hold up his head.

Bare-chested and splattered with dog cum, still extremely hard, the wolf abruptly furrowed his brow. "Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked, concerned.

Sean blinked slowly, trying to hold his eyes open. "Ti...tired," he managed to choke out. He had never been this tired in his entire life, he decided. He was always tired immediately after sex, but this was definitely the exhaustion of the last forty-eight hours all catching up on him at once.

The bear angled his hips and slowly slid out of him. Sean let out a little whimper.

"Heyy," the bear whispered, gently nuzzling the side of his head. "It's okay, puppy. I know you're tired. Why don't you curl up in one of those cute little husky balls, and take a little nap while I finish our wolf friend off."

Dazed, Sean nodded, and was only dimly aware of one of them pulling his shorts up. Strong arms directed him to the edge of the bed, and Sean curled his thick legs up to his stomach, closed his eyes, nestled himself in the flannel topsheet, and abruptly passed out.

LATER

When Sean opened his eyes again, he was warm and comfortable and relaxed. He blinked a few times, lifting his head off the thin mattress. It had only felt like ten seconds, but his neck and ass were sore, which made him wonder exactly how much time had elapsed. The cab was dark, and his nose told him that the bear and the wolf were still there.

Sean raised his head. He looked up at the dashboard first. The clock read 4:07. He'd had a two-hour nap. Surprisingly, he felt much better than a two-hour nap had any right to afford him.

He turned his head to the truckers, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The wolf was laid out on his back, stark naked, his wrists underneath him and probably tied. There was a thin rope wrapped over and over around his muzzle, holding it shut around a balled up piece of white mesh fabric. The wolf's ankles were tied, too, and Sean realized he was still achingly hard, with the massive bear playing idly with the wolf's heavy ballsac, a thin stream of precum drooled down the wolf's throbbing member. Every inch of the wolf's cock was slick with it, as was the bear's paw. The wolf shuddered and craned his neck to look up at Sean, his eyes wide and imploring.

Sean stared at the trapped wolf, wide-eyed. He chuckled. "Looks like I wasn't the only sub in this truck," he said, softly.

The bear chuckled. He was still wearing the baseball cap, and nothing else. "I got a little more rope if you're interested in closing the gap."

Sean stared down at the helpless wolf. "Has he cum yet?"

The wolf let out a desperate, plaintive whine. "Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrm!" he cried around his gag, which Sean now realized was the bear's sweaty jockstrap.

The bear grinned. "I thought you'd like to help me finish him off. Since this was your show originally."

Sean stared at him, and then looked down at the bound lupine.

The wolf's eyes were wide and panicked, and moist with tears. He snorted, his nostrils flaring, and squirmed in place, growling and then whimpering.

Sean raised his blue eyes to the bear. "He's really been writhing here for the two hours I was sleeping?" He felt his upper lip rise in an astonished sneer.

The bear roughly fondled the wolf's fuzzy gray ballsac, and shrugged. "Well, I didn't tie him up until about half an hour in. He kept bein' a naughty wolf and tryin' to touch himself." He grinned savagely down at the helpless lupine.

The other trucker shivered and snuffed loudly through his nose.

Sean nodded. "Right. Okay, let's, ah, finish him off. How's that sound?"

The bear released the wolf's ballsac and gently curled his thick fingers around the lupine's throbbing member. The wolf shuddered, his eyes rolling back into his head, and let out a relieved, anguished groan.

Sean reached down for the wolf's muzzle.

He untied the knot around the wolf's muzzle and slowly unwound the rope. Pinching the wet fabric, he pulled the sodden mess out of the wolf's muzzle.

The lupine licked his chops, smacking his tongue. "Thank you," he whimpered. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Sean grinned. "Hey," he said. "Just returning the favor." He dipped his head and shoved his tongue into the wolf's mouth.

The lupine trucker stiffened, and then relaxed gently. He melted into the kiss, angling his muzzle and pressing back up against the husky.

"Hrrrmmm," the husky rumbled, reaching with his left hand under the wolf's head. He again found him sweaty, doubtless from his ordeal of orgasm denial, and dug his fingers and claws into the wolf's sweaty scruff. With his other paw, he trailed his claws over the wolf's vulnerable throat. The trucker shivered, hard.

Swiveling his ear, Sean observed that the bear was speeding up his pace on the wolf's member. He tightened his grip on the wolf's scruff, until he felt the lupine start to pull his muzzle away involuntarily. The wolf whined, and Sean dug his claws in around his adam's apple.

He raised his head, so he could watch the captive trucker. He stared at him from inches away, his fingers dug into his scruff, and let his other paw trail down to the wolf's chest.

The wolf stared up at him, his expression somewhere between lust and fear, gritting his teeth as the bear pumped him faster and faster.

"Won't be long now," the bear rumbled.

Sean nodded. "Nope," he said. Staring the wolf down, he reached down and twisted his left nipple, hard enough to hurt.

_"Ungh!"_the wolf cried, staring up at him, unable to look away.

Sean lunged down and bit him on the muzzle.

"_Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnggggggggggghh!"_the wolf snarled, arching his back and pulling viciously against Sean's paw, eyes wide and alarmed. The hot-ammonia scent of fresh cum poured over Sean again, and he felt hot drips of wolf jizz spatter his right arm and his muzzle. He glanced down, and saw the wolf was gushing near-impossible amounts of almost pure-white semen, his stomach muscles clenching and even his toes curling.

The wolf held his frozen, eyes-squeezed-shut, back-arched position for nearly thirty seconds, and then collapsed onto the bed, shivering violently. He let out little growls and shudders for over a minute, his eyes half-closing and swimming in and out of focus.

Panting, he licked his chops again. "Thank you," he gasped. He looked at Sean and then at the bear trucker. "Ohhhhhhh thank you thank you thank you." He arched his back again, rolling his shoulders, and sank back onto the bed, his eyes half-closed in absolute contentment.

Sean looked up at the bear and couldn't help but grin. "Looks like we made his night," he said, and suddenly it hit him that he was talking to a gorgeous muscular trucker bear, naked except for a baseball cap, and he felt very out of his league. He looked down, blushing.

"You made my night, too, kid," the bear rumbled. "I wouldn't mind having a go again, later on down the line."

Sean processed that for a moment, and then looked up, trying not to appear too eager. "I go to school right near here. If I give you my cell or email, will you hit me up if you end up at this stop again? That was a pretty awesome fuck, I don't mind saying."

The bear grinned savagely. "Was hoping you'd ask that."

Sean nodded, feeling hot and embarrassed and excited. "Okay," he said, licking his teeth.

They took a moment to exchange cell numbers.

When they were done, Sean glanced down at the dazed wolf. "What about him?"

The bear cocked his head. "I'll see that he's in the loop." He smiled lopsidedly.

Sean blinked at him. The wolf didn't appear to have any intention of moving. "So, uh, what's next for you guys?"

The bear shrugged. "We're going to sleep. And in the morning, I'll probably roll him over and fuck him."

The wolf opened his eyes slowly for this, stared sleepily at the bear, and then closed his eyes again, yawning.

The bear chucked, looking up at Sean and flashing a grin.

The husky felt himself blushing, and nodded slowly. "I should probably get going...but I had a great time."

The bear grinned. "So I gathered. I understand if you have to get back."

Sean leaned over and gently held the wolf's muzzle, kissing him gently on the lips. The wolf rumbled contentedly in his sleep.

The husky scooted into the space between the bed and the captain's chairs, and edged his way toward the bear.

He was expecting just a quick hug, but the thick bear enveloped him in a crushing embrace, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Sean fought the bear's tongue as much as he sucked on it, and he shivered as the bear ran his claws up and down his muscular back.

The kiss went on a long time, and then the bear only released him to arm's length. "Listen, puppy," he said, lowering his voice. "You've got to be safe. Don't make a habit of trusting guys who are bigger than you, and you cannot have sexual activity without protection. Do you understand?"

Sean felt himself blushing. He looked away. "Yeeahh," he mumbled quietly.

The bear gently squeezed his shoulders. "I mean it. You get the urge for a hot blue-collar stud twice your size, you call me, and I'll come fuck your brains out again. Okay?" He smiled charmingly at the husky.

Feeling his ears tilt backward, Sean nodded slowly.

The bear nodded, satisfied, and pulled him in again for a tight hug. Sean couldn't keep himself from wagging.

Finally, the bear kissed him on the nose. "Thanks for being my gorgeous husky playboy."

Sean beamed. "Thanks for being my buff trucker stud."

The bear grinned and leaned back against the sidewall of the sleeper cab, and as Sean carefully picked his way out of the cab, he saw the ursine begin to gently stroke the wolf's stomach.

The frigid air of the parking lot was like cannonballing into an ice-cold lake. Watching his breath fog around his head, Sean hustled back for his Blazer, all of his muscles intensely sore, but happy, just like he felt after a great workout.

He needed to pee again, so he stopped back at the rest stop's main building. Just as he touched the door, he glanced back at the bear's and the wolf's trucks, just to see if he could pick them out.

As he did, the orange truck's parking lights flashed three times.

Grinning, Sean waved.

Starting his Blazer up again, Sean remembered he'd left the radio at full-blast half a second before music started blasting through the speakers. Apparently he was close enough to the University to pick up their radio station, because he was getting the alternative show from Sunday nights. He reached for the volume stick, and had two fingers on it, before the lyrics started.

I was angry when I met you...I think I'm angry still.

He reconsidered.

We can try to talk about it...if you say you'll help me out.

Grinning, Sean cocked his head. He was in a good mood, and he would be on the highway in half a minute. He left the volume turned up and dropped the Blazer into reverse.

Don't worry baby...no need to fight...don't worry baby...we'll be alright.

By the time he was halfway down the on-ramp, wide awake and actually cheerful at four in the morning, the husky was singing along. "This is the noise that keeps me awake! My head explodes and my body aches!"

The highway beckoned, long and straight and empty.

The remainder of the trip was uneventful.