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I think as a man it's my duty to get out of my vehicle and look at the engine even if I have no idea what I'm doing. So when my truck came to a stop with steam rolling out from under the hood, I got out, opened it up, and took a look. It smelled like burning popcorn and it reminded me of the hell's surface as steam shot up from every direction. I scratched my head as I glared down at it past the horn capping the end of my muzzle and I tried to see what was wrong. But for the life of me I couldn't.

I sighed in defeat, and grabbed my cell from my pocket. I grumbled as I looked at the screen and saw that the signal was long gone. I glanced down the long stretch of deserted highway, wondering just how many miles back the last gas station I stopped at was. I looked around me, nothing but sand and cactuses stretching around me for miles. I started to consider walking to find help, but then coming from nowhere seemed to be my savior. I could see the chrome glimmering in the distance as it moved closer, that cherry red paint standing out against the bleak yellow desert sand and harsh grey highway. I stepped away from my truck, and then I started to wave my hands in the air trying to flag the eighteen wheeler down.

I heard the horn blow, and then watched as it slowly came to a halt in front of me. The Big Rig seemed to gleam in the desert light, everything must have been freshly polished and washed, and even the rims seemed to shine. The back was missing a trailer, so clearly it wasn't on duty as far as I could tell. The passenger's side door popped open, and then a very heavy set bear turned his head to look at me.

He had on one of those stereotypical trucker hats that said "Mother Trucker" on it, and a short sleeve red plaid shirt that seemed to have a hard time containing his mass. He looked over the rim of his mirrored sunglasses, and asked "Car trouble?"

I nodded, "Yeah and I don't have a signal to call a tow, do you have a way to get in touch with one?"

He shook his head, "My CB has been on the fritz all day. But, I could give you a ride to the next town if you'd like."

"Sure, that'd be great." I said to him.

If I wasn't a 300 pound rhino football coach, I might have been more hesitant to accept his offer, but there was nothing he could give out that I couldn't give back twice as hard.

The trucker nodded, I climbed inside, and I was kind of impressed with what I saw. There was a nice set of extra wide leather seats to fit a big man like myself and an extra-large butter ball like the bear sitting in the seat behind the sleek modern black console. I glanced behind the seats and saw an extra-large sleeper bed, which had a microwave mounted into the back wall and a flat screen TV mounted in the passenger side wall. I took a seat, and the large brown bear opened a black hatch that had been designed to blend in with the console. Inside I could see a cooler stocked with ice, bottled water, beer, and a few different kinds of snacks.

"Beer?" The bear asked gruffly.

I thought something about open intoxicants while driving for a moment, before I shrugged and reached in and took one. I opened it and some of it overflowed, dribbling down the side and on my coach jersey. I just licked it off the side before relaxing back in that nice leather seat and taking a deep drink from that ice cold brew. The trucker shifted gears and started to drive down the open road.

With practiced skill the big brown bear reached into the cooler and grabbed a beer of his own, using just one hand to open it before taking a sip. "So I'm guessing for the jersey you're some kind of football coach?" The bear asked, as his eyes kept forward on the long desert road.

"Yeah, I'm in charge of a team in the mountains. I came down this way because I got a hot tip from one of my player's dads that there was a professional sports supply store having a closeout sale on all their gear. If I can find it cheap enough, I'll be able to replace a lot of worn and torn equipment without going over my limited school budget." I said, before taking another sip of my beer. It wasn't anything fancy, but it wasn't gutter swill either. It hit the spot going down that's for sure.

"So they let faggots coach football now?" The big bear asked, an almost casual tone in his voice.

I felt my heart thump in my chest as I heard that, and my fist clenched up. "What?"

"Well you're a faggot, right? I saw the back of your car, one of them equality stickers and you had two male stick figures on the back. Ya know, the kind people use for their families. Pretty safe to assume you're a faggot, unless you were barowin' someone else's car." The bear said, just as casually as before.

I tried to figure out what was going through his brain, his calm steady tone was so strange to me. "Yeah, I am. I've been married to my husband since I was 25, is that a problem?"

"Nah, no problem at all. I'm no stranger to suckin' dick or havin' my dick sucked." The bear said before he took another sip from his drink. "In fact I got me my own cute piece of ass waiting for me at home. There's nothin' I love more than comin' home, and bendin' that boy right over."

I found myself relaxing a bit as I heard that and I chuckled, "Yeesh, you had me worried for a second. I thought you were going to kick me out of your cab or something. And yeah that is nice, I and my husband are both pretty toppish, but lately we've gotten really lucky and we've had a cute boy to share ourselves."

"Yeah, I never liked to share much really. I've always liked the thought of my boy only belonging to my cock." The bear said as he took a long sip of his beer, before finishing it off, crushing the can, and tossing it into a little bin between the seats. "In fact, I got so pissed off at my boy the other day. I came home a bit early, and went to bend him over and I found someone else's seed drippin' out of his ass." The bear reached into the cooler again and pulled out another beer.

"Damn, so what did you do?" I asked.

"Well boys will be boys after all, could I really get mad at him for being weak and falling for a guy while I was out on the road? Nah. But what I could do was get mad at the man who had fucked him. So I sat him down and started to grill him about just who it was, and boy was I surprised to find out it was his football coach." The bear took off his mirrored glasses, and then turned his head to look at me. His piercing green eyes flickered with rage. "Isn't that just such a scandalous thing Coach Curtis? That I would find out my flesh and blood son, Gary McDonald, was getting fucked behind my back by his coach and his faggot husband?"

And that's when I recognized him. My jaw dropped and I just glared at that massive bear as he kept his eyes pinned on me, and kept the truck going straight down that long stretch of empty road. He was Mr. Owen McDonald, the father of the bear boy myself and my husband had been fucking, the one we'd been taking to our barn and doing such dirty kinky things to that they'd be hard to say to most people without blushing.

He glanced back at the highway and then I heard the locks on the cab doors click shut. "Oh yeah Coach Curtis, my boy sat down and told me every single kinky thing those faggots had done to him, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a bit jealous. If I'd known my boy wanted all of that I would have done it myself. But he is just a horny teenager after all. He must have been thinkin' with his dick when he decided it'd be a good idea to seduce his coach like he did. Though, I'd imagine someone in that place of power would know better than to dip his dick in one of his chargers, even if he is a dick thirsty faggot like my boy."

The big bear took a sip from his drink. "See, the way I see it, Is that you me a lot of ass. It's why I decided to feed one of the other dads some fake information about a football equipment sale and then sabotage your car so it'd break down in the middle of nowhere. And why I bought a cellphone jammer so I could get your faggot ass right where I wanted it." The bear finished off his beer, and looked at me again. "So what do you say faggot? Are you gonna start making up for the ass you took from my boy while his daddy was away? Or am I gonna have to leak the pictures my boy has on his phone where you and your hubby are spit roasting him?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This whole thing had been some master plot just to get me alone and blackmail me into letting him fuck me to make up for the ass I took from him. The really stupid part? If he'd just come to me, and been polite about all this, I probably would have let him fuck me without needing to blackmail me. Or if his son had ever just told me his dad was fucking him regularly I might not have shoved my dick in this hornet's nest of crazy. "Fine. I guess I really don't have any other choice."

The bear grinned, "Good, than strip of your clothes and stick your ass in the air, faggot."

I gave a low snort and did as he said, stripping off my jersey, then my pants, yanking them down with my jock before I crawled into the back. I grabbed another beer, and then the big bear tossed me a bottle of lube. I got down onto my knees and spread some of that lube over my grey fingers, before reaching back and sliding my fingers into my dark grey hole. I started to slowly work them in and out as I tried to keep my horn from scraping the ceiling. I could feel the truck starting to slow down and then it came to a halt.

I laid the bottle on the bed beside me, and put my hands on the bed as I bent over, sticking my large grey ass up in the air. I looked over my shoulder as that trucker started to undress. He unbuttoned his flannel shirt, before he stripped it off leaving just the white wife beater underneath. If possible, it looked even smaller on him than the over shirt did. It rode half way over his massive gut, letting me see the thick forest of black hair that stuck up from his brown fur. He gave his short black beard a scratch as he looked at my ass, and he snorted lustfully. "For someone who claims to be a top you sure got one pretty ass that looks like it was made for fucking."

I snorted angrily, but I didn't replay. I couldn't wait for this to be over-- the sooner the better. I watched as he dropped his pants, and I finally got to see what he was packing between his legs. It wasn't anything massive, but he was above average for someone his size. He reached over his belly and gave his dick a few strokes as he climbed up on the bed behind me. He lifted up his massive gut and he let it rest on my upturned ass. I could feel that brown fur and black hair grinding into my grey skin as the tip of his cock slid against my puckered hole.

He ran his hands across my back, "Mmm I wonder if you'll be as tight as my son used to be before you and your husband got your hands on him."

I just grinned and looked back at him, "Hey it's not my fault he makes the cutest noises when he has something huge shoved up his ass... God, you should have heard him the first time I managed to pop my fist into him."

I could see the bear's face twist in anger and then he grabbed my horn and pulled my head back and he slammed his dick into me. He growled, his free hand taking his nails and dragging them down my back, I yelled out in pain as those claws left dark grey lines in their wake. I could feel that dick slide into me, that fat pad around it coming to rest on my ass as those brown balls tickled my sac.

Even with that I decided not to let up, "You know, they say the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree. I bet you'd make those same sounds if I ever got my fist inside you."

"I ain't no faggot!" He growled before he slammed his dick home into my ass. "I don't take things up my ass, I only shove my dick into thirsty bitches like you!" He roared as that fat ursine cock slowly rocked in and out of my tight hole. I could feel his belly grinding into my lower back with each and every thrust, if I wasn't being forced to do it, I might have enjoyed it.

"Oh come on, you can't tell me you haven't thought about it. I bet you've been alone jackin' it in this very cab, thinking about how good it'd feel to have some nice big dick shoved up your fat trucker ass. I bet it'd feel so good to get your ass pounded after a long ride, it'd be like a nice rough message for that big pad of muscle and fat." I teased, before I got a hard slap across the back of the head. The rage started to bubble inside of that bear's eyes now.

He grabbed my hips and held them still as he started to pound my ass like there was no tomorrow. I could feel his claws digging into my flesh as his body jiggled above me.

I arched my back, letting him get root deep inside of my hot tight ass. I could feel those balls slapping against mine as my cock bounced beneath me-- that stiff pole grinding into my stomach. Even if I didn't want to be here I couldn't deny how good his cock felt as it pounded my prostate. "Maybe I'm wrong. But... I think you would look so good wearing nothing but a collar, making out with that son of yours. Me and my husband dick deep in each of you, each of us stroking those ursine cocks, trying to see which one of you is the bigger faggot and cums first."

The bear slowed down for just a moment, and I glanced back as I saw him actually thinking about the idea. His nostrils flared, and he grabbed my horn, before growling and slamming my face into the side of the cab again. "I told you! I. Ain't. No. Faggot!" He roared as the top of his lungs. My face hurt after that one and I could feel those blue trucker balls of his starting to get close. But I'd played football nearly all my life, I could deal with a little pain.

I could feel his thrusts starting to get erratic and I could smell the change in his scent, and then I spoke again. "Than prove it. Faggots like having something jammed up their ass, right?" I mused as I slammed my ass back into one of his thrusts. "Then why don't you bend over and let me shove my dick in you, if you don't like it than you can't be a faggot, but if you do, maybe you should start coming out to the barn with you son."

"I..." The big bear muttered, his face turning bright red under his fur. I could see his face scrunching up, that bear getting a deep rumbling growl in his chest as he started to cum. Whether it was from my ass alone or if the thought pushed him over the edge I'll never know. He squeezed my sides, and he shuddered as his balls emptied into me. He panted for a second, before his face twisted in anger and he said, "Fine, I'll prove it."

I felt him pull out and cum dribble down over my grey balls. He moved over and let me get up, my hard cock throbbing under my belly as I pointed to the bed. "Okay on your back, I want to see your face so you can't lie about liking it or not."

"Yeah fat chance I will," that big bear scoffed before he laid down on his back, and I lifted his legs up and set them against the backs of the leather chairs. His belly hung down over his crotch as his package poked out from his fat pad.

I grabbed that bottle of lube and I smeared some of it over my dick and looked at that chubby ass. I spread those brown cheeks and pressed one of my lubed fingers to that puckered hole, the bear's ears turned bright red as I slide one of my digits inside. He grunted softly as I started to slowly work my finger in and out, and when I added a second he gasped.

I laughed and said, "Your son made that same noise the first time I did this."

Owen grumbled, "Shut up. Just put it in already."

I was happy to oblige. It was so interesting to look at him like this, it was like looking at Gary after he'd aged 20 years. I took the tip of my shaft and just ground it against the puckered hole that lay in front of me. I leaned forward and started to slowly push forward. I watched as that bear's face scrunched up, and I growled. "Relax or you're going to make this harder on yourself."

"I'm not going to like it anyway," he growled.

"Yeah, but if you cheat it doesn't count," I shot back.

"Fine," he grumbled, and then he closed his eyes. I watched as his massive chest took in a deep breath and then I felt him relax, my dick sliding into that thick ass as a soft groan escaped his lips. The same groan I'd get his boy to make whenever I bent him over or got him to take a toy he thought was too big.

"Ah much better," I growled playfully as I felt myself sink into that wide ass, that tight warm hole squeezing down on my dick like a vice. I knew I needed to ease him into this, so I took it slow. I left my hard cock inside of him, and I leaned down and started to nibble on one of his nipples.

He gasped and his hand tried to weakly push me away, as if he liked the sensation but he was too afraid to admit it. "W-what are you doing?"

"There's more to sex than just shoving my dick in," I growled, before I went back down to that bit of pink on the sea of his brown furred chest. I took it into my muzzle again and just teased it with my front blunt teeth as I started to move a little more of my dick in and out of him. Each thrust making him take a little more when I'd shove it back in. I reached up and I let my hands explore his body, sliding them over that massive trucker gut, growling lustfully as I felt it shake with my thrusts as I eased that big bear that claimed to not be a faggot into enjoying taking a dick up his ass.

Soon I was giving that nice big ass long deep thrusts, getting that heavy body to shake underneath me as I teased those nipples and played with his gullet, I grinned a bit as I felt something start to poke into my belly. I adjusted myself, and I looked him right into the eyes as I grabbed a hold of the dick under his belly. "You sure you don't like this? I think your dick does."

I watched as the bear's face turn a deep crimson red under his fur and the most ashamed look grew across his face. "I was thinking about how good it'd be to fuck your ass again!" He lied.

I chuckled, "Really? It has nothing to do with how good my dick feels pressing against that long denied pleasure knot inside of you." I said as I started to thrust a little faster, making that large bear body jiggle.

"No!" He nearly squealed.

I started to stroke his dick a little faster, "Really? So then I shouldn't try to get you to cum while I fuck you? I shouldn't have you prove just how big of a faggot you really are by getting you to squirt while another fag fucks you?"

He looked like he wanted to protests, but what I was doing to him was starting to drive him mad with desire. He gave out one of those cute whines like his son does whenever he's getting close, and he gripped the side of the bed. "No! I don't like this!" He shouted, telling himself.

I started to move my paw faster, getting him really worked up as I drove my dick home. "Yes, yes, yes! Do it, bear. Prove you're really a faggot and squirt over that big belly."

The bear started to thrash, he was clearly trying to hold back as his balls started to pull up. He shook his head, and he gasped for breath as I felt those insides squeeze around my dick and then I felt as they spasmed when that bear came for the second time that day, shooting across his big old belly. I laughed and gave that fat gut a slap, "Well looks like I just made a new faggot, might as well make him a proper one and give him a cream filling..."

I could see the shame on that big old bear's face as I fucked the last of his cum out of him, getting him to empty those big balls as a man fucked his ass. I felt my own grey orbs start to pull up and with a lustful growl I blew my load into that trucker's thick brown furred ass.

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Epilogue:

I was right, ya know. Those two looked so great making out as my husband and I fucked them like the faggots they are.

It'd been so fun to watch the slow corruption of that bear, bringing him from a big fag hating brute to a cum guzzling cock slut over the course of just a few weeks. Plus, having a matching set was so nice... it was so fun to walk into the club with these two on a leash, and watch as they teamed up on a guy that old bear rimming him as his son blew him. They were popular needless to say, and I don't think I've ever seen someone love eating ass as much as that big daddy grizzly. He looked so right with his face shoved between some guy's cheeks as another fucked his ass.

Oh and they both made the cutest noises.

It was so fun to break out the pair of super large horse toys and have them both ride them until they came in perfect unison. That had taken some training, but it was well worth it.

Though, Owen was right in a way too. He wasn't a faggot.

No.

He's a whore.

A whore that loves to take any cock he can get, and honestly, he was born for that position.