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--1

Even with all of the notches on his belt, Ryan had a hard time getting into trendy gay clubs. Being six-foot-four, chubby and gray in the face, bouncers were often reluctant on sight. Fortunately Ryan was a journeyman of guile and bullshit. Sometimes it took bribes and other times quick favors which were always sexual in nature, though he did get by sometimes just on the promise of buying said bouncer a beer.

Hunter looked at his clipboard and saw no Ryans on his VIP list, not that he expected to and not that the pudgy wolf had insisted he'd be there. By his own admission it was his first time at Nature Calls and all he wanted, so he said honestly, was the same thing all these other cute boys wanted.

But Hunter was skeptical. The black rat quirked up a grin and lashed the whip of his tail. "Here's the thing, grandpa," he laughed as he let a few twinks and trendy twentysomethings pass into the beef nirvana of the club, "as much as I wanna believe you can ride with the young bucks, you're not exactly our model client."

It was rare to see Ryan bristle with anger. Short of fucking up his truck or insulting his stamina with the boys he was impossible to rile, but Hunter had achieved the impossible. "Fuck you, kid, I get more ass in a week than you have in your whole life. If I had a nickel for every boy's ass I wrecked, I'd own this club. Lemme in!"

The rat frowned, paused, and let in a few more boys around Ryan. Some were watching the scene with mounting interest and a few fans had emerged among them, all of them urging the rat to let the old wolf inside.

"See? These boys know a hot papi when they see one," Ryan said, grinning and bearing his slightly yellowed teeth. "What's it gonna take, huh?"

Hunter huffed and rolled his eyes. "Just go inside, for fuck's sake. Try not to break your hip."

Ryan said nothing as he triumphantly strode past Hunter. He wanted to see some of the fabled beefcakes which Nature Calls allegedly offered and immediately he was treated to just that. Beautiful men gyrated and twirled on poles in very binary stages of undress. They either wore snug jock straps or they had their big cocks and balls out in the cool air of the club with no middle ground. Ryan could dig it.

The wolf moseyed past a few round stages worked by dreamy hunks right out of a fireman calender wet dream. Typically twinks were Ryan's game, but he could appreciate studs because despite his palate for tight asses and mouths to fuck, Ryan had an impressive submissive streak. It had been far too long since he'd had his booty plundered. If Nature Calls was even slightly hands-on, which he'd heard in hushed tones that it was, he was going to get his fix.

Never did Ryan's horny, orange eyes really vacate the manly men working the stages. A stallion here and a skunk there and bears, foxes and felines assorted to fill nearly every species preference of which Ryan had none in particular. If his dirty smile said anything, it was that he was simply happy to be there.

Before he could properly schmooze and score, Ryan needed to wet his lips. He took to the bar. Behind the counter and before a colossal array of bottles and glasses glimmering all their different colors was a handsome moose - all of the show floor employees began at handsome. Ryan peered down shamelessly and perused the tuxedo-patterned jock the big-horned stud wore. "Cute underwear you got," he grinned, "looks like your dick's dressed up for a night on the town."

The moose chuckled in good humor and reached out where he tickled under Ryan's chin briefly. "Don't see too many graymuzzles in here. How's about a drink on the house for a respectable trucker?" he winked.

Ryan didn't need to ask how the moose knew. Grease-stained clothes, a trucker hat, his thick body and the lingering smell of diesel fuel made it obvious. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Ryan smiled and winked. "That sounds like a fine idea to me, good sir," he crooned. "I'll take a little scotch if it's not too much trouble."

"None at all," the moose said as he took down a bottle and fetched a shot glass from below. When he poured the first he grinned to Ryan, "Should I leave the bottle? Only the first one's free."

Sniffing the glass, Ryan smiled coyly. "Always a catch, huh? Here I thought my youthful good looks were gonna get me tanked for free." In one quick gulp he downed the scotch and followed it up with a long, braying sigh. "That's good stuff, really good. Give us one more," he chuckled. And so the moose poured one more and Ryan downed that, too. He pondered and considered a third. Instead he pushed the shot glass back and shook his head. "No mas," he said coolly. "I get too fucked-up and I'm gonna end up getting my tubby ass thrown out of here. What's the damage, hot stuff?"

The moose was chuckling merrily as he screwed the cap back on. "Don't worry about it. Thanks for knowing your limit. I see too many dead-fish-drunk guys get hauled out by security." Then with respect he added, "You have a good night, sir, and welcome to Nature Calls."

--2

The other patrons were less troublesome to Ryan than Hunter had been. Most of the young men ogling the studs were only polite and courteous, perhaps seeing Ryan as the handsome gay papa wolf he fancied himself. Leaving with a boy or three was fine, thought Ryan, but he had schmoozed his way in for a reason. When he saw Isaiah commanding the center stage, he lurked in wait with a dirty grin on his face. Ryan had found his reason.

Isaiah was everything you could ever want in a white wolf. Seven-and-a-half feet tall, densely muscular, always looking fierce and intelligent with cold yellow eyes. Hooked around his swollen cock like a tie dangling off a doorknob was his ivory jockstrap just barely hiding the plump head of his penis. Its fabric was soaked through with pre but Isaiah's swaying hips and his twists around the pole made it difficult to see. Once the jock finally flung off into the crowd, some lucky faggot would realize with his nose buried in it that the cloth was soaked in pre, but the cock was still maddeningly inaccessible except to hungry eyes.

No eyes were hungrier than Ryan's. Looking around, he saw boys half his age who probably had dicks up their asses five nights a week. Not Ryan. Ryan hadn't even packed a toy up his ass in the better part of two months. That fat, round ass of his was dying for a good impalement and seeing Isaiah's wagging, throbbing dick and that beautifully masculine body had the old wolf panting with a flopped tongue.

After Isaiah's routine ended, he padded off the stage. A fox twink politely offered Isaiah his jock back, his nose wet with pre. Isaiah cracked a smirk and told him to keep it as a souvenir.

When the white wolf padded off, the boys milled off to other beefy prospects. Ryan followed him and watched his taut ass cheeks grind against one another perfectly. Only when Isaiah neared the bar and called to Ryan's moose pal did the old trucker speak up. "Nice moves you got, handsome."

Isaiah turned, looked down and cracked a wan smile, gone in a flash. "Thank you."

It wasn't often that Ryan had to look up at someone. Being fairly tall, he usually loomed over the boys but he was chest-high to Isaiah. "You uh," he chuckled, "you do anything private?"

The white wolf murmured to himself but asked for ginger ale when the moose came near. "I'm afraid," he said to Ryan, "that I'm not very good at lap dances."

"Oh, I don't mean a lap dance, kiddo," Ryan winked. Isaiah didn't bristle but he did blink the remark off. "Sorry, sorry, I call everyone a kid," the old wolf grinned, rubbing his gray chin demonstratively.

"It's fine," Isaiah evenly answered. He sipped his ginger ale and peered at Ryan again. "Most people who show up here are... Younger."

"So I noticed," Ryan mused with a quick glance around at all the boys, boys, boys. Under different circumstances it would've been nirvana. All he could look at now was Isaiah's big, uncut cock, by then flaccid but no less impressive. What the hell? Ryan thought. He reached out and cupped his fellow wolf's balls. All Isaiah did was chuckle at first.

"Now, now," said Isaiah, nudging Ryan's paw away only after a moment. "I like to dance, but touching? Touching is a private thing. Sex is a very intimate affair."

"Who said anything about sex?" Ryan slyly grinned.

Isaiah grinned back with a blush. He hid his expression behind his glass.

Like the player he was, Ryan leaned back against the bar and let his gut stick out the bottom of his shirt. "Bet you get tired of all these sissy boys. Skinny jeans, fishnet tops, slim thighs." Ryan sighed. He was making himself incredibly horny. He snapped his eyes up to Isaiah whom looked at him with bemusement. "Want me to just be blunt?"

"You have an interesting concept of subtlety."

"Shut up, kid," Ryan chuckled. He beckoned Isaiah down and the white wolf bent and offered his ear. Those behind the stud enjoyed the view. "Listen, uh," Ryan whispered, "I'm a dirty old man and I want a sweaty young hunk to fuck the shit out of me. Make a dirty old bastard's dreams come true, won't you?"

Isaiah gnawed his lip and considered. As lowly as Ryan had, he asked, "So you want to be fucked? Not do the fucking yourself?"

"Smart kid," Ryan smirked.

The white wolf ignored the sarcasm, stood up straight and peered at the handsome analog clock over the bar. "I'd only be missing half an hour. Why not?" he shrugged. "Come along, mister...?"

"Ryan," he answered. "You?"

Isaiah shared his name and Ryan ruminated on what a handsome name it was until he was distracted by the stud's butt again.

--3

"I don't usually come to these rooms," Isaiah mused as he led Ryan down the corridor. VIP rooms passed by to their left and right, nearly all of them locked up.

"Me either," Ryan said breezily. "Learning experience for us both."

"You're very positive for someone your age."

"I'm just easy!" Ryan chirped. The remark didn't go over Isaiah's head. "No fun in being a crusty old bastard."

Finally Isaiah found a vacant room, except upon closer inspection, it wasn't vacant. Sitting on the high-backed burgundy sofa was a burly black stallion with white on his wrists and ankles, a tuft on his chest and a fade on his muzzle down to his pink nose. He was panting quietly, holding a bloated rubber by the rim in two fingers. In light of the rubber, his fat and mottled cock was like a smoking gun hanging between his legs and draped over his black balls.

"Oh, Claude," Isaiah said. "I didn't know."

The horse opened his eyes and looked up at Isaiah and his new friend with a smile. "I didn't either," he laughed. "It's just, this hyena guy talked me into a lapdance and a blowjob." He dangled the bloated condom like a pendulum. "Guy knew what he was doing. Lemme toss this and I'll get out of your hair."

Claude disappeared into the restroom and Isaiah lingered near the small, personal stage. What might have been a quiet and patient moment instead showcased Ryan's appetite. "Hey, uh," he said to Isaiah, "think he might join in too?"

"Who, Claude?" the white wolf asked just as Claude stepped into view.

"Who-Claude-what?" the horse chuckled, clomping up to Ryan and Isaiah. "Hey, good-looking," he rumbled at the gray-muzzled wolf, "don't see too many papas in here."

Ryan felt tiny beside Claude but being the small one was a weird thrill to him. He reached out and shamelessly petted down the length of Claude's cock. "Hey yourself," he cooed. "Might as well be blunt with you, Iss... Iss-sai--."

"Isaiah," the white wolf patiently said. Claude laughed.

"Right, Isaiah's gonna be boning me," Ryan shrugged. A charming smile and a wink up to Claude. "Wanna join in, hot stuff? I haven't had horse meat yet."

Isaiah and Claude shared looks. It ended with the white wolf shrugging. "Sure, papi," Claude said to Ryan with a playful scratch up under his chin. "Whatcha got in mind first?"

Suddenly Ryan felt like a child in the candy store. Lifting up his tail for these boys would be too much fun, but Ryan being Ryan, he had to find a use for his tongue. "How's about you get down on your all-fours," the trucker growled with a lump in his pants, "and while I'm slobbering that ass of yours, this hot wolf over here can fuck the shit out of me."

"Sounds like we got us a fun old man here," Claude smirked just before he dropped to his knees, twisted round and to his all-fours. His handsome black tail flagged up and Ryan didn't waste a second of time. He fell to his knees too and he buried his dirty snout in Claude's ass cheeks. The plush black pucker between those hard cheeks soon felt Ryan's slobbery old tongue as it wicked away sweat and left drool in its path.

Ryan was so engrossed in his rimjob - which was made all the more enticing when Claude dominantly reached back and gripped the back of his head - that he didn't realize Isaiah had wandered to the restroom. The stud came back with a fistful of rubbers in a gamut of noisy colors.

Horny old Ryan molested Claude's low-hanging and half-flaccid cock in a paw. He switched often between the cock and balls but his tongue was practically glued to the stallion's asshole. Claude clenched his anal ring against the laps, and the grin on his snout was a clear sign that he didn't mind Ryan's attention at all.

Something the old wolf didn't mind himself was Isaiah's forwardness - particularly since he had asked for it. The hot and relatively young stud knelt behind Ryan while sporting a great erection. His paws roamed Ryan's round ass, palming the pudgy flesh through denim which stank of diesel and grease from years past; but overcoming that smell was Ryan's musk, its body enough to give Claude and Isaiah combined a run for their money. Hardly immune to the smell of a finely-aged wolf, Isaiah cracked a smirk. While he didn't lean down to sniff the source, he took in the ambiance of Ryan's male stink with pleasure.

Isaiah was not entirely passive, however, and he reached around Ryan to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Down those crusty old jeans went, and so did the musky boxers under them. Isaiah left these around the trucker's knees, him being too impatient to get them all the way off.

Ryan pulled his snout from Claude's ass cheeks but his molesting paw did its thing. "Ah, gawd," he panted against a hard ass cheek, "this kinda shit makes me feel young again."

The stallion reached back again and petted Ryan's ears with a grin. "You fuck a lot of boys in your day?"

It wasn't Isaiah's intention, but he cut Ryan's reply off at the knees when he wedged a well-licked finger knuckle-deep in the old wolf's tight, black asshole. Ryan made a chuckle almost like a giggle as he nuzzled against Claude's taut ass.

"Sorry about that," Isaiah smirked, twisting and pumping the fat digit. He added a second, but with far more care than the first alone.

Regaining his composure and cooing warmly, Ryan swayed his matted tail and clenched around the white wolf's fingers. "No harm done, kid... Just surprised me, that's all. Usually don't get a finger up the ass unless I'm gettin' a blowjob too." The young bucks chuckled coyly. Keeping up the pace, Ryan kissed softly on one of Claude's ass cheeks and murmured, "Back in the day, though? Nah. Chased pussy then. Caught lots of it. Found out I was queer when I was thirty or so." He nipped the stallion's rump, nuzzled back in and kissed his taint. "But I fuck a lot of boys now," he lewdly chuckled.

"If you're hung like this," Isaiah remarked when he hefted the dark slab of meat between Ryan's thighs, "I'd believe that. Have you measured it?" the white wolf slyly asked as he pumped and twisted his fingers, also spreading them and thus stretching out Ryan's entrance. He played with the trucker's cock just the same, palming its sweaty flesh and easing back the foreskin. Pre drooled from the tip in mouth-watering dribbles.

"What guy doesn't measure his dick? It's about a ten incher," he pridefully snorted. "I mean - that's nothing on what you guys have... You especially, babe," he said with a nose on Claude's ass.

Claude eased up and rolled over, planting his well-licked ass on the tile and his proud, strong horsecock near Ryan's lips. The trucker was easy, just as he promised, and he started to kiss and lap over the tip as if it were a lollipop.

"Heh, I bet it makes the boys scream all the same, right buddy?" the horse grinned.

Ryan bucked back into Isaiah's teasing fingers, his fat cock filling out the white wolf's paw. He kissed Claude's blunt equine penis and snuffled its drooling tip. "Pretty much. Hell, between you, me, and the rest of the fuckin' world, boys are hot for guys twice their age. You think guys go crazy for milfs? Papa wolf is where is at," he winked.

"But here you here getting fucked," Claude sneered.

"Not quite, and hey!" Ryan snapped his head back. "What's the fucking hold-up there? Get it in already!"

"Easy, papa," Isaiah said dryly, slipping his fingers out of the old wolf. "You'll thank me for that once I get started." With that said and a smile on his muzzle, Isaiah slid up closer and gripped his pink cock in a fist.

Ryan peered back and away from his slobbering of Claude's fat balls in time to see Isaiah roll a rubber down his cock. Its shade was hideously purple but it was the sight of the condom at all which made Ryan quirk up a grin. "What, kid, you think I ain't clean or something?"

"I couldn't say if you are one way or the other," Isaiah shrugged. When he finally smoothed every little crease and pucker in the latex down, he gripped his gloved cock at the very bottom inches, held one of Ryan's thick cheeks aside and slapped his meat down in the crack of the trucker's ass. Ryan gasped and laughed meekly; but Isaiah made a much more lewd chuckle.

Then grinding his blunt tip into papa wolf's asshole, Isaiah huffed, "Rubbers are company policy, I don't make the rules."

Claude watched Ryan's face grimace and contort as Isaiah drove it home. It put a toothy grin on the chatty stallion's face to see a sassy old daddy like Ryan get it under the tail. "Whether or not we use rubbers," he said in a snort of a laugh, "you're not gonna be walking straight for a week anyway."

The possibility that he had bitten off more than he could chew crossed Ryan's mind. Head down, eyes squinted, teeth clenched and tail flagged high, he put himself at Isaiah's mercy and for whatever it was worth, the young wolf wrestled his meat in at a slow, steady pace.

Inch after inch of a monstrous, latex-wrapped cock spread the trucker's anal walls open, Isaiah gripping the base inches of his shaft until his fingers bumped the curve of Ryan's behind. Nearly bottomed out, he grasped the trucker's ass cheeks and kept them wide apart as he bore down on the tubby old papa wolf.

"God-fuckin'-dammit," Ryan moaned, and not entirely in pleasure. "Just about too fucking big for me..."

The stallion petted over Ryan's ears, brushing his cap off of his head to stroke the grisly locks underneath. The affection was tempered by the fact that he was also masturbating. "Wanna ease off of this, daddy wolf?" he said rather softly. "I'd bend over and letcha fuck me if you want to give up."

"Ah, gawd," Ryan huffed, pushing himself up and shaking off Claude's petting. A cock-hungry snarl welled up from his throat just as he bucked back into Isaiah, burying the last inch or two and startling the white wolf enough that he grunted. "Kid, I dragged a fourteen-foot-tall trailer through a twelve-foot-tall overpass one time," he barked. Isaiah snorted. Claude laughed outright and clearly wanted the details. "This is gonna fucking happen!"

"All right, papa," Isaiah said darkly as he drew back his long, strong cock. He lashed his tail, stroked down the old wolf's back and squeezed his chubby ass possessively. "You're very tight, I'll give you that. I hope I'm half as tight as this when I'm your age."

"Just takes practice, kid," Ryan shuddered, perking his ass back into those dirty gropes.

A ruthless growl ebbed in Isaiah's throat, providing a soundtrack for his suddenly energetic abuse of the trucker's ass. Giant paws more at home on slim twink rumps or muscular buttocks gripped Ryan's pudgy ass. His fingers put ruts in the pliable curves and the soft fur enveloped his digits like the anal walls wrapped tight around his rubbered cock.

Adapting to the ravaging but none too quickly, Ryan shifted his gaze to the stallion's cock, ever swollen and clutched in its owner's hand. "Hey," he grinned, "I'm sure as shit gonna regret this, but how's about you fuck me in the face, horsey?"

Claude's cheeky grin showed his teeth. He wagged his monstrous cock from side to side and a runner of pre slopped off onto the floor. "You su-u-ure about that, old man?" he teased, although he started to unwrap a condom of his own a moment later.

As Claude rolled cyan latex down his thickly flared cock, Ryan started to abuse his own shaft. It wasn't enough that Isaiah was already reaming him and gloating over the fact with a dirty snarl and neither was the trucker satisfied with the horse cock he was soon to be choking upon. He had to masturbate while he was at it, a task he took to in no gentle manner.

Even when the stallion got up on his knees and brushed his rubber-wrapped cockhead against Ryan's cheek, the papa wolf was needy. "Come on, kid," he barked over his shoulder at Isaiah, "put some ass in it! Fuck me, boy!"

"Demanding old queen, arentcha?" Claude sniggered just as he gripped Ryan's head in one hand. He was holding his cock behind its thick head with the other.

Right when the stallion pushed forward, Ryan got out two more words said jovially enough: "Fuck you!" Then his maw was being steadily packed with equine cock, and the thought of Ryan fucking anything at all was a dubious one.

That handsome stallion found Ryan nowhere near as accommodating with his mouth as the hyena had been. Horses typically learned not to lament their problems finding accommodating partners, however. Claude chose to savor what he could get out of the wolf, and for what that was worth, Ryan eagerly gulped and suckled the flare of his penis and a few inches of the tender cockflesh behind it. Par for the course with a stallion, the reservoir of the condom was already starting to bloat up thanks to the drizzle of pre coming from Claude. Ryan awkwardly tongued the growing nub of the reservoir in a weird oral fixation.

Where Claude was very limited in what he could do and thus resigned himself to gentle grinds, Isaiah was a brute. His paws held fast on Ryan's hips right where his pelvis gave over to those fat ass cheeks, while said cheeks jiggled and compressed against Isaiah's firm hips. Easily missed in all of this action were the white wolf's balls as they swung in a long arc and smacked against Ryan's own low-hanging sack. Scruffy fur of Ryan's tangled and crushed into Isaiah's softer coat, leaving both wolves speckled like salt and pepper where their bodies constantly met. They'd be picking errant strands off of themselves for days to come, but Ryan was getting the lasting prize what with how well-stretched Isaiah would leave him.

"Mmm, he's actually pretty good at sucking dick," Claude murmured in dull surprise, grinning at the corners of his mouth only. The way he stroked across Ryan's head, through his hair and over his ears complemented his idle grinding but contrasted like night and day with the ruthlessness of Isaiah's work. Claude could see in Ryan's contorted face how well he was handling that onerous assfucking and the fact that such an old wolf could handle a pair of young bucks without getting tears in his eyes told him what an experienced whore the papa wolf was.

Isaiah couldn't be bothered to agree with Claude. Everything about the way he was nailing Ryan promised that his orgasm was just around the bend. Bared teeth wet with spittle, eyes squinted in aggression and his every ounce of weight driving his piston-pumping hips, Isaiah was a fearsome lay when put to it. Not even playful Ryan pushed back into the younger wolf anymore, rather taking his lumps passively but gulping down on Claude with his wettest, hardest and loudest suckles.

The white wolf hunkered down over Ryan, taking on an alarmingly feral demeanor with each nip and gnaw upon the trucker's scruff. Ryan arched his back and bared his neck for Isaiah whom chose then to strike from the side, and from this angle he nipped the thick cords in the trucker's neck. Those teasing bites and gnaws were just that, however. The real pleasure of it all was that savage anal fuck. It didn't matter that it was wrapped in a purple condom, because Isaiah's cock was plus-sized and the way it reamed Ryan out was hardly funny. The speed with which it delivered such a reaming was even more threatening and the fact that Isaiah's hips made a fleshy smack on Ryan's fat ass through so much dense fur said it all.

Burly, snarling Isaiah's bucking went on and on, uninterrupted by Claude whom wisely avoided conversing with the big wolf. He just watched and enjoyed his blowjob, the quality of which drooped as Isaiah's bucking quickened; but the stallion had already resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to cum from a stunted blowjob.

Only when his climax was on top of him and making his bucks sharp but his legs shaky did Isaiah speak again. His words were guttural, the tone a disjointed one as if the most civilized parts of his brain were absent for his wild release. "Ugh, fuck...! Take it, fucking--!" Isaiah barked, cut short and seguing into a howl when his release struck at last. Heavy balls up taut to his loins, Isaiah shot his sticky wad into Ryan. One rope after another would have sullied those anal walls so deep that Ryan would leak spunk for hours to come. Instead the condom bloated hugely in the trucker's insides, making for a feeling not unlike a water balloon deep inside of his well-worn asshole.

Ryan's cocksucking broke off completely though Claude's hand didn't leave the wolf's head; and so his penis didn't leave his mouth. Either the stallion was crude enough to let the trucker suffer or he was in awe of Isaiah's release. The result was one and the same, but Ryan very much liked being a bottom bitch.

Isaiah pulled back when his orgasm tapered off into a drool. His cock popped out of Ryan's gaped, black asshole, tailed by the bloated condom. It was already slipping off at the base of his cock. Isaiah peeled it off for himself, tied the end in a neat little knot and dropped what had effectively become a jizz balloon on the floor to deal with later.

The big, white wolf slumped back against the stage, his uncut cock still standing proud and drooling the last of its climax down itself. "Hope I didn't wreck you too badly," he chuckled dryly.

No longer hemmed in, Ryan pulled back from Claude and immediately popped his jaw so loudly that the stallion winced. "Fuck, I'm gonna be sore. Really sucks, too, I sit on my ass all day," he laughed.

Claude grinned down at Ryan, clutching his dampened cock almost threateningly. "So-o-o, hey, I know you're the guest and all, but what about me?"

"Hah, yeah, what about you?" Ryan sneered, pushing himself up to his knees tiredly. He scratched under his thick belly and swished his tail over his abused rear, all the while peering at Claude's cock. "I fucking hate myself for this," he moaned. "You wanna fuck me in the ass too?"

"Do I!" Claude effused with a wider grin than ever. He nudged Ryan, trying to encourage the wolf to lie back. Ryan did so, but not without a growl. Claude made up for the bossiness when he grabbed Ryan's thick, black member and treated it to a few slow jerks and a rub on the tip with his thumb. His treat was a squirt of musky pre and a groan from Ryan's lips. Claude tugged the trucker's pants and boxers down past his boots and dropped them into a heap.

"All right, all right," Ryan bitched, "hurry up with the fucking now, would you?"

The stallion tweaked Ryan's cock to subtle effect and gripped his own king-sized meat once again. It was smeared nicely with the old wolf's drool, he decided, and the trucker was being an impatient queen anyway. "You asked for it," Claude shrugged, notching it up between the wolf's thighs and under his sagging balls.

What damage Isaiah had done was obvious. Ryan's black asshole was gaped but still it stretched to fit around Claude's oversized tip. The entry wasn't complete without a sharp gasp from Ryan. The trucker balled his paws into fists, dug his blunt claws into his palms and curled his toes in his boots.

Isaiah sat up and watched with a small smile. Ryan's physical ability to take such big cocks was questionable but the trucker's stubbornness was absolute, and Isaiah admired how determined he was to be fucked like a bitch. Just for a moment he thought of joining in, but the ball was in Claude's court.

Friendly and charming though he was, Claude's resolve was clear when he gripped Ryan's thighs and did nothing to cease or ease his penetration. One inch after another of gaudily-dressed equine cock spread Ryan's anal walls apart in a way not even the well-hung Isaiah could have readied him for. Nothing about Ryan's gasps, whines and groans was surprising to either of the studs but the fact that Claude eventually managed to drive it home balls-deep was an impressive feat.

Just as Claude's hips settled against him, Ryan bleated, "Shit, was a bad idea."

Claude stroked Ryan's clothed chest, absently cupping the trucker's moobs but purposefully tweaking a nipple through greasy fabric. "Wanna call it off, papi?"

Ryan put his paws on Claude's mitts and considered. After a pregnant pause, he shook his head. "No, just go for it," he huffed. "I can handle this shit."

The stallion wanted to question Ryan's resolve but thought better of it. He shrugged, planted his mitts on either side of Ryan and started pulling his cock back and much to Ryan's apparent relief in that the trucker sighed pleasantly. Claude knew that working his blunt tip back in was just another step in the ordeal so he paused a few inches before he exited that old ass. He ground it back in then, forcing back open walls which had only just begun to contract, and the stallion's rhythm slowly built up like so.

At so much anal stimulation, Ryan's ignored penis throbbed and spat wads of pre everywhere it could. Of course Ryan's big dick was like a pencil compared to the horsey battering ram muscling him open, and it was that difference in sizes which really thrilled the old trucker. Someone so used to outclassing his partners in size and age couldn't get enough of a couple of young and attentive bucks.

"Damn, that's a nice ass you got on you," Claude breezily chuckled, flicking his tail and wriggling his nose. "I tell ya, I'm chiseled and I work around the best beef in town," the stallion huffed just before he smooched Ryan's cheek, "but I don't mind playing chubby chaser once in a while."

"Thanks, kid," Ryan groaned, overwhelmed but rejecting defeat. He reached up around Claude's broad neck and tugged the horse's mane to which Claude snorted, winced, and bore down with his hips even harder.

"All you gotta do is ask if you want me to cut the crap and just fuck you," the black and white horse grunted through grinning, grit teeth.

"Then fucking do it!" Ryan barked, grinning back but with ears splayed and orange eyes watering. Claude being such a big, strong horse could fuck like a beast which he demonstrated on Ryan's fat ass. Ponderous grinding moved over for brutal thrusts meant to give the chubby papa wolf just the reaming he was after.

For once, it seemed like Ryan was getting exactly what he wanted. He wrapped his arms around Claude's neck and held himself to the stallion in a cling. His legs didn't dare wrap around those hips and slow them down but his boots scuffed on the floor, his toes curling inside. Just like all of the boys with daddy issues he preyed on in his truck almost every night, Ryan yowled and screamed against such a ruthless fucking. His asshole was being stretched like never before in all his life and the pleasure he felt was buried somewhere in that outrageous pain. It was the experience that was getting him off more than the sex itself.

Claude hissed through his teeth and told Ryan nasty little nothings. Comments about what a slutty old bastard he was were old hat to Ryan but he loved hearing them - especially in the given context. The trucker pushed off of Claude, fell flat on his back and started to furiously jerk off but Claude smacked his paw away and took over himself. Pounding up into Ryan with his mighty equine meat and jerking his uncut cock off with all his strength, Claude made it clear that, nice though he was, the gloves were off.

All throughout his abuse of Ryan's chubby ass, Claude had been steadily filling up that condom with his slippery pre but the bloat was unnoticeable to Ryan. It promptly became apparent when Claude bore down and snorted like a dragon. He was cumming and even though the load was collected dutifully by the bloating condom, Ryan could feel its heat and he guessed at the wild virility of it.

Even as he came and came, Claude kept raping Ryan's fat ass and abusing his sweaty dick in a closed fist. Ryan himself was gasping and even whimpering, arching his back and clawing the floor, getting ready to join the stallion. "Oh shit, shit...!" Ryan yowled in near-hysteria, his cock throbbing painfully in Claude's brutal grip. Still those big, strong horse hips pounded Ryan, prolonging the stretch and ushering the old trucker into his best orgasm in months.

Showing teeth, clenching his eyes and curling his toes, Ryan came. The first of his sticky ropes shot into Claude's hand. The horse slipped his hand down the shaft, retracting the foreskin and baring the aching glans. With the whole thing throttled, every rope from that veiny cock was an incredible spurt. White spunk shot up high before splattering down on the wolf's chest and gut and another rope did much the same. By now Ryan was truly howling but the noise was broken up by submissive cries and whines. A third rope only hit the curve of his gut bared under the lip of the shirt. Anything after that was just a sticky drool.

Claude eased off. He was panting harshly and lashing his tail in agitation. Slowly he pulled his cock out of Ryan's ass which, though totally ruined and gaped, did offer a little resistance against the flare of the tip but the bloated end of the condom slopped out easily. Like Isaiah, Claude tied off his rubber, dropped it on the floor and fell back to pant and grunt like Ryan did.

After a little pause, Isaiah petted the trucker's snout and smiled. "You should come back again sometime."

"Maybe, kid," Ryan muttered, spurred to sit up but doing so with a wince. "Christ, I'm gonna have to sit on ice."

Claude snorted a laugh but stayed on his back. As far as he was concerned, his shift was over.

"Besides that," said Ryan as he stood and stretched, "I don't know when I'm gonna be back in town again."

Isaiah hummed thoughtfully and stared at Ryan's chubby butt with little subtlety. Claude finally sat up and said with a tilt of his head, "I heard we need a steady driver for a month or two. Ferrying liquor for the club, basically. Probably pallets of condoms too," he laughed.

Ryan perked his ears, considered, and grinned down at the horse. "Hm, maybe," he said evasively as he gathered up his boxers and pants. "Just maybe, kid..."