FSE

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--1

Ryan keyed the ignition for the best part of five minutes. When the problem first cropped up, he was worried sick like a father whose baby had a terrible affliction. As he grew used to it, he coaxed the truck: "Come on baby, come on, start up for daddy, you can do it." A month later today, and now he angrily scowled. "Come on, you good-for-nothing bitch!"

Insulted and spurred, the truck roared into life and Ryan wasted no time. He pulled out of the warehouse parking lot and started for the main drag. The chubby old wolf was hungry and grumpy but he didn't want to stop and go through the ordeal again. The dropoff was only four hours away.

With its rolling plains and big sky, Nebraska was an easy if not boring place to drive through. Hitchhikers were uncommon along the plains and when they did appear, they never fit Ryan's criteria, which was male, twenty-something, and thirsty for cock. Ryan wasn't much in the mood for them anyway. His stomach grumbled and so did he. He didn't bother with the radio. He rolled down the window and leaned against the door, letting the wind whip through his scruffy black fur.

It was late in the afternoon when Ryan rolled into the Sarpy County, which sat on the border to Iowa. It was in this quaint little county that Ryan found his destination: the city of Papillion. Inside its limit was a college known as the Nebraska Christian College. Usually, colleges were a place to flippantly hunt eager boys. A Christian college was the last place a horny old man could get his fix and Ryan knew so from experience.

Ryan idled his wounded truck into the parking lot and backed up carefully to the auto shop. This was where the next generation of mechanics and engineers were developing and it was where Ryan's cargo was to be unloaded. It was not specifically for the shop class, but that was where they said to park it.

When he was waved to stop, Ryan killed the engine and hopped out of the cab. He stretched his legs and put on his poker face. No leering after boys here.

Immediately the students in the shop class, whom were just previously dissecting a mid-90s pickup truck with torches and grinders, started unloading the contents of Ryan's trailer.

The old black wolf tracked down whom he correctly guessed to be the shop teacher and asked, with a smile and a tip of his hat, "Don't suppose I could get you and your boys and girls here to take a look under the hood?"

The teacher, a jackal of perhaps 30, smiled wide and eagerly shook Ryan's paw. "Why yes sir, I believe we can. Why, just this morning, sir, one of my boys here was asking me if we might get a diesel in here."

Ryan laughed good-naturedly and thought jackpot. He explained the little troubles and nuances of his vehicle, handed over the keys, warned him explicitly to not check the sleeping space behind the seats, and finally asked where he might go for a bite.

"Why, sir," the jackal said, pointing at a long and flat building at the core of the campus, "right through there and you'll find the cafeteria. If anybody happens to ask," he chuckled, looking at Ryan's greasy jeans and stained t-shirt, "you're the substitute shop teacher. I believe even the lord understands the importance of a white lie," said the teacher with a wink.

"I may not be a man of the lord myself," Ryan smiled apologetically, "but I can appreciate the ways in which he moves, hm?" He clapped a paw on the jackal's shoulder then headed off for the cafeteria.

--2

"And the Pythagorean theorem," Karma mumbled through a mouthful of pizza, "is the..." He closed his bright blue eyes and sat back in the plastic chair. "The..." Finally he sat forward, swallowing as he opened his eyes. "The Pythagorean theorem states that the square of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares of the two other sides," he read from the textbook. "Guh, why can't I remember this stuff?" he said bitterly.

The kangaroo pushed back from his table and stood. In short order, he cleared his table, picking up his textbook and crushing his refuse into the paper tray cover. He carried the book and the wad of trash to the can and furiously considered tossing both in. Instead he discarded just the garbage. As he neared the door, he paused and stepped aside to permit a small wave of students inside. At the rear and smiling widely was an orange-eyed wolf in a red trucker cap.

Ryan noticed the kangaroo's peculiar gaze. It was, as he knew from his years of experience, the look of an interested young man. He smiled and tipped his hat like a cowboy greeting the schoolmarm. "Hi there."

"Hello," Karma said stiffly. He cracked a smirk. "You look a little old for this college."

"I do, don't I? Times are tough, I had to go back to school. Getting my GED was a real pain in the hind-end if you know what I mean."

Karma narrowed his eyes. His smirk took on a wary cant. "Yeah, that's, um--, that's how it is these days."

Ryan wrung his paws, then said, "Na-a-ah," stretching it out for three whole seconds. "I'm messing with you, kid. I'm a trucker! The kids in the shop class are making a lesson out of my screwed-up ride."

"They're good people," Karma said gently. "Do you need any help getting around?"

The old wolf smiled like an imp. His scruffy flag of a tail wagged. "You bored or something?"

"Kind of," Karma admitted. "And you seem like an all right guy, mister...?"

"No mister, just Ryan," he said firmly. He stuck out a paw and Karma shook it. "And yourself?"

"Karma," the kangaroo answered. At Ryan's sly smile, he ruefully said, "Hippie parents."

"Ah, flower power and LSD. My kind of people," Ryan winked. While that hung on the air like a stench, Ryan looked to the counter. "Anything good to eat tonight, Karma?"

"Greasy pizza," he shrugged.

"Delicious! You hungry, kiddo? Papa wolf's buying."

"Papa wolf?" Karma laughed. "And, ah, no. I just ate, thanks."

Nevertheless, Karma sat with Ryan and had another slice of pizza as the wolf put away the rest of it. It was only a small pizza, but passing students and faculty looked on with some awe and disgust as the wolf consumed seven-eighths of it. Ryan seemed not to notice nor care.

"What's that book there, kid?" Ryan asked, having the decency to speak without his mouth full. "Architecture?"

"Yeah," Karma murmured, "not my first choice, but it's lucrative. People always need new places to live and," he sighed gently, "worship."

"Ah, yes," Ryan said astutely. He interlaced his fingers and muttered as he tried to recall the steps, "Uh, here's the church, here's the steeple," he waggled his entwined digits at Karma, "open the doors and see all the people?"

The kangaroo stared at Ryan with a weird half-cocked grin. "You're a strange guy."

The wolf shrugged. "I have fun. Not many people do these days. Kids your age, they're so serious."

"Mhm," Karma agreed. "After your generation screwed everything up," he smiled.

Ryan laughed. "At least you got your youth. Good looking kid like you probably gets everything he wants in a college full of handsome young men, right?" he winked.

It never once occurred to Karma that Ryan could tell, but that also served to out the trucker. Karma glanced around briefly, then said to the wolf, "You'd be surprised. And the guys who are up for being more than friends, well, they don't know what they're doing." Now he and Ryan exchanged filthy grins. The kangaroo played with the tassel on his bookmark and averted his eyes from Ryan's. "Older guys know how to take care of business, I bet."

"That we do, kid, that we fucking do," Ryan growled.

Brief, but biting silence. Karma broke it when he asked, "Do you want to come up to my dorm for a bit?"

"I think I'd like that, kid."

--3

The smitten, intergenerational new friends passed few students on their way. On the one occasion they were in close quarters in the hall, Ryan boldly said to Karma, "Your mom said you were doing great at college here! I promise, she only sent me to check up on you."

"Oh, uh, that's nice of her," Karma said nervously. His dorm was mercifully close by. Just inside of it, he shut the door and laughed. "What the hell was that about!?"

Ryan grinned widely. "I was posing as your uncle, what else?"

"My uncle, the timber wolf," Karma said sharply, still laughing here and there.

"Hey, don't laugh," Ryan puffed, still grinning. "I could be your uncle by marriage or something. I have a gator for a brother-in-law."

Karma brushed off the wolf's indignity with a kiss on the lips. He slid his paws under the wolf's shirt and stroked his chubby belly. It occurred to Ryan that Karma was startlingly tactile, but then he realized that Karma was undoubtedly repressed in college. Ryan was therefore an outlet for a buildup of homoerotic feelings. He eagerly kissed the boy back and reached down. With his beefy paws, he possessively squeezed the kangaroo's rear. It was taut and hard, as to be expected of a kangaroo.

Within a moment of Ryan's grope, Karma broke out of the kiss and ground up against the wolf. "Yeah, squeeze my ass, handsome."

"Eager kiddo," Ryan smiled. He smooched Karma then nuzzled him tenderly. "It doesn't bug you that I'm old enough to be your daddy?"

"I figured you'd have picked up from talking in the cafeteria that you being so old is what turns me on in the first place," Karma smirked. He slid his paws south and clutched the bulging lump of Ryan's crotch. "You smell like sweat and musk."

"Gee, thanks."

"No, no, I love it," Karma effused. "You smell... Mm, god, you smell like a real man, you know?"

"I get told that one a lot," Ryan chuckled. "Let's do this, kid."

It was as if the kangaroo had been waiting for the signal. He unzipped Ryan's fly and popped the button. As he peeled apart the denim flaps and bared Ryan's steel gray boxer shorts, he crooned, "Show me your ways, oh round and musky one."

"Smart-ass little bastard," Ryan sneered. He slid his jeans down, but instead of dropping his boxers too, he opened their flaps and pulled out his fat black balls and then the matching penis. His cock was dense and uncut, reeking of fermented sweat and musk. He pulled back the foreskin and a glob of pre dripped to the floor.

"Holy shit," Karma breathed. "You're big."

"Everybody's surprised by it," Ryan laughed. "It's like they think, oh, hey, old guy - it's probably three inches long and doesn't even get hard."

Karma laughed softly from embarrassment. To make up for his surprise, he knelt and planted a bold kiss on the tip which was still covered by the puckered foreskin. As the flesh stiffened, the coal-hued glans was bared. "I didn't mean it like that... I just don't see many cocks at all. And yours is nice."

"Thanks, kid," Ryan rumbled.

The kangaroo nodded respectfully then opened his mouth wide. He engulfed Ryan's meat and zealously suckled it, lavishing the underside with his tongue and grinding it against his palate with the same motion. Ryan moaned reservedly and grasped the marsupial's ears as if they were handlebars. Karma wiggled them but did not complain.

For as eager as Karma was, he displayed a lack of skill. Ryan enjoyed the enthusiasm, however, and he helped bridge the gap by grinding into the kangaroo's long maw. His penis reeked of masculinity and Karma was made to smell his pubic region intimately. It bore such a potent stink as to make him drunk on musk and his eyes rolled back before they drifted closed. Down below, his jeans tented up and he awkwardly kneaded his clothed erection.

"Blow me, kid, that's the stuff," Ryan warmly cooed, humping Karma's snout slowly. He unhanded an ear and stroked fondly over the boy's head. Karma felt no derision due to the wolf's age. Everything Ryan did felt quite affectionate and warm.

As Karma worked at his sloppy task, Ryan glanced around the room. Textbooks on the shelf, a school flag pinned to the wall, and not much else. Karma evidently lived a dull existence. The notion that he was sprucing up such a sad life made Ryan feel generous, and as his ego grew, so did his lust. He nudged Karma back but the kangaroo was reluctant. As he did at last pull back, he continued to suck. His lips popped noisily off of the tip. It was impossible to tell where the sweat and pre ended and the slobber began, and despite his age, Ryan's cock was as hard as that of any young stud. Its thick, dark flesh bulged with veins which breathed with every throb. It spat a wad of pre which was unmistakably different from Karma's coating of saliva.

"Ah... God," Karma sighed, admiring Ryan's penis. "I can't even describe the taste, it's actually kinda gross, but--, but that makes it so much fucking hotter."

Ryan winked and gyrated, bumping his tip into the kangaroo's thick nose pad. Karma huffed and pulled away before nuzzling into the hot, wet flesh. "That's the musk for you, kiddo. It's what a real man is supposed to smell like." He gripped his cock at the base and wagged it teasingly from side to side. As Karma's eyes followed it, he asked, "You wanna get those clothes off and hike your tail up for papa wolf?"

Karma wasn't minding himself. He giggled. "Oh, I haven't had anal sex in, um," he chewed his lip, "well, it's been a long time."

"Is that a no?" Ryan asked, shoving his briefs down to the floor with his jeans.

"I didn't say that," Karma smiled as he stood. He tugged his campus tee up and off and did away with his jeans and briefs. Then his athletic, tan body was nude for the trucker. He spun on his heel and fell forward onto the bed. That great tapered tail went high and he even dared to pull apart his ass cheeks, which bared his pink pucker. "I don't keep any lube. It's not a Christian thing to keep around."

Ryan shuffled closer (for his jeans and boxers were snagged on his boots and he was too lazy to remove anything) then knelt behind the taut marsupial. He took over holding Karma's ass cheeks and he admired the boy's anus with a lurid grin. "Not that it's my place to ask, but are you actually a Christian?"

"I'm a Jew, actually," Karma remarked. They exchanged looks and the kangaroo shrugged. "Nobody ever asked."

Ryan shrugged too before burying his rough old muzzle in Karma's ass crack. First he snuffled the boy's anal musk, then came the first of many slurps. This initial lick took his big tongue from the kangaroo's balls, which hung below his penis rather than before, to the base of his tail. Karma groaned and ground his erection against the bed. His enormous toes curled and his tail swayed side to side. "Ooh, ga-a-awd... I've never gotten my butt licked," he admitted somewhat bashfully.

"It's called a rimjob," Ryan grunted firmly. "Now there's some practical knowledge for you, kid. Better than anything you're gonna learn in college," he darkly snickered. Back in he went, slathering, slobbering and suckling. Karma's fur was quickly matted down and the pucker hidden between the cheeks glistened with saliva.

"Th-that," Karma bleated, "explains some stuff I saw online..." But Karma did not elaborate, and it was undoubtedly something Ryan had probably done in his long and celebrated life. Never did Ryan even think to ask, him being much too busy eating out his new friend's asshole with the utmost hunger. Karma whimpered and groaned beneath him with a wide, toothy grin, part of an overall expression of bliss. It somehow became better when Ryan started to wrench his tongue inside, doing so with considerable skill and persistence to defy such a snug anus with a tongue as thick as his. As he achieved penetration, Karma bit the sheets self-consciously and moaned into them.

Now Ryan slathered Karma's anal walls deeply, touching only upon a few inches of flesh but to the kangaroo's outspoken pleasure. As quickly as this began, Ryan pulled his tongue back and briefly admired his handiwork. Next he sank a finger into the boy, pulled it back, then pushed in two. Karma hissed first then moaned out to the wolf, "Oh, yeah, I was right."

"You were?" Ryan asked with a skeptical laugh.

"Yeah. You know exactly what you're doing back there, papa wolf."

That Karma had assumed the vernacular pleased Ryan greatly. He dislodged his fingers and climbed up over the eager boy, keeping his pants awkwardly around his ankles. His hat had been skewed by the kangaroo's tail during his ass-munching. He swatted it off then ground his dark meat up between the boy's ass cheeks. "Hotdog," he snickered.

"That one I knew," Karma said proudly.

Ryan rolled his eyes and tilted his cock down. He kept a paw on it to brace it as he pushed it down and in. Its girth was considerable, especially to Karma. As the thick glans pushed apart his slick anus, Karma whined and nuzzled the bed. Ryan cooed to him and offered a gentle shush as he pushed down. Now the wolf was inside and steadily sinking down to the base. Karma's anal walls flinched and awkwardly clenched about Ryan.

"Uhhhn, that feels so nice," Karma admitted. "Kinda hurts, though..."

"Yeah, it's always gonna hurt a little bit," Ryan said. "You're taking it great, though."

"Mm, thank you."

Ryan's hips pressed flush to the kangaroo's behind. He leaned down and kissed an ear then nuzzled into its cup and rumbled warmly. "Ready, sweet thing?"

"I am," Karma said in careful tones.

"Good," Ryan sighed. He started to buck. His movements were slow but steady, his stroke utilizing all but the tip. Every time he bottomed out, he ground it in and let his low-dangling balls smear against Karma's younger and much tighter scrotum. It gave the kangaroo the sensation of being smothered by the smelly old wolf in every sense and he loved it very much. This was evident when he pushed back and even more so with every moan. His tail wriggled against the wolf's gut and chest and his ears flicked from the nosing and soft growling.

"You can go faster, I'm okay," Karma whispered. He was delighted that Ryan obliged. The trucker fucked him with quick yet somehow affectionate bucks. His growling was steady and warm, a good match for how his tubby bulk swaddled the kangaroo. Karma reached up awkwardly and caressed Ryan's head, smoothing back his wild hair and an ear which popped up erect again. "You're good, you're so damn good...!"

"I know I am, kid, but thanks anyway," Ryan cooed. "Anyone ever tell you you got a nice ass, hon?"

"Not in years," Karma said wistfully. "Are you gonna cum in me?" he then asked, sounding adorably hopeful.

"I will if you want me to," he chuckled, "and it sounds like you do."

"Oh yeah, do it... My last boyfriend - not that I'm saying you're my boyfriend, just, the last guy I slept with, he used a rubber, he wouldn't jizz in me."

"Fuckin' shame," Ryan sighed. "Busting a nut inside another guy is the fun part, you can't knock a guy up!"

Karma grinned against the bed. His cheeks were lit with blush. He alternately humped against the bed and back into Ryan's thrusts. "I know! Ooh, fuck," he shuddered, briefly distracted. "Ah, that's the argument I always gave him... We weren't together long."

"I can't say I'm gonna be around for good, but you got me tonight, baby," Ryan crooned. His humps had become short, harsh, and needful. His tail wagged and fanned his musk about. The dorm would smell like Ryan for some time. "Here comes the load, kiddo..."

"Ah, give it to me, handsome," Karma bleated, grinding back as best he could. He hated that the bed was so soft and cool. He wanted Ryan's grubby, hot paws on him, jerking him off. Karma loved a reacharound and he knew that Ryan would have given him one like no other; but that was simply not in the cards. As Ryan groaned modestly and erupted with his climax, Karma shuddered and whimpered. He felt strangely fulfilled to at last have another man's seed shot into his ass. And with so much sticky, hot wolf cum slopping into his ass, Karma came hands-free into the sheets.

Karma's warbling moan and the manner with which his asshole clenched tipped Ryan off. "Good for you, kid," he chuckled. "I love a mutual orgasm."

The kangaroo turned his head to the side and urgently gasped to Ryan, "Kiss me. Please."

Ryan aggressively obliged but the kiss mellowed out sharply. Karma suckled the wolf's tongue, and Ryan settled over top of him with all his chubby, loving weight. As the kiss wore thin, so did their afterglow. "Ahh, that was fun," Karma cooed.

"Yeah," Ryan chuckled, slipping out of the kangaroo slowly. With not a hint of shame, he leaned down and again slopped his tongue up through the kangaroo's ass crack. He lapped up the drooling semen but made no effort to suck it out. That was not quite his game. "I better hit the road now."

Feeling particularly enamored with Ryan, Karma rolled over then sat up. He blushed hot red. It was an expression Ryan recognized: Karma wasn't used to leaking cum from his asshole. He tried to mask the embarrassment, which made him even cuter. "Uh, Ryan, will--, will you be back?"

"What, to this college?" Ryan murmured as he pulled his pants up. "I might be. I go where the money is, kid. I'm sorry I can't make any promises."

Karma nodded slowly, then stood. Despite the mess, he threw his arms around the wolf and they had a tight embrace. "Thanks."

--4

Ryan climbed up into the cab. The jackal followed closely, stepped up on the running board and poked his head through the window. "Ought to start right up now, but we wanted to give you that honor, sir," he smiled.

"In other words, this might not start at all and I'll be stuck here all night," Ryan smirked. And in the back of his mind, he thought about Karma and knew what a whole night meant.

He bit his lip and keyed the ignition. The truck rumbled to life. "Ah, you good-for-nothing bitch!" Ryan laughed. The jackal gave him a most peculiar look.