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Truck Stop

By Ryan "Rufus" M. B. Sirrine

'Arlene is such a bitch,' thought Noah, twisting his head back to drain the last of yet another energy drink, swerving slightly as he chucked the empty can into the back seat with the others. His paws clenched around the steering wheel, a low growl coming from his broad chest as he gunned the accelerator. His frustration at the slow moving trucks on I-5 was nothing compared to that toward his on-again, off-again girlfriend.

Here he was, eighteen years old, a tiger in his prime, fucking built from hours in the gym and a tight diet, strong and tough, captain of the rugby team, one of the best wrestlers, and excellent at shot-putting, hot enough that every fucking girl wanted to be with him, being offered full rides to the Ivy League on both academic and sports scholarships, and still a goddamned virgin. He fumbled in the passenger seat for another drink, cracking it open and draining half of it in one huge gulp. Arlene was his equal in nearly every way, a tall, perfectly formed cheetahess, Salutatorian, captain of the cheer team, already a honest to fucking-god supermodel, and nearly every guy's wet dream. She terrified every girl in school so that she was the only one 'allowed' to date him.

She was also a fucking tease.

They would go out for a few months, with her leading him on, touching him all over, grinding into his lap, making out, but god-fucking-forbid he wanted to feel her up, or even just get her damned bra off. They'd break up, he'd have to figure out a new and better way to apologize to her, they'd get back together, and it would start all over. For three fucking years.

But tonight. Fuck her. She had rented a hotel room in Tacoma, so she could oversee the decorations for the home-coming dance (she was fucking in charge of that, too, of course.) So, she had slid the keycard down the front of his pants, nudging his fucking cock over and over while whispering in his ear the things they could do, her perfect tits rubbing against his chest and shoulder. And he just stood there, like a fucking moron jock, getting harder and harder in the middle of the hall, underclassmen having the fucking audacity to whisper about the pussy-whipped pussy cat. And he had gone, because maybe, just maybe, this time he'd finally get a little action.

He had shown up, already hard, nearly panting, and opened the door, carrying fucking roses, to find Arlene, yes, in her silky pajamas, yes, but surrounded by the other cheerleaders and her fucking bitch of a mom.

So, he gets cussed out for like ten minutes, hard as hell but drooping fast, holding stupid fucking flowers, while the hottest chicks in school laugh their asses off at him. And Arlene, queen of the bitches, just smiles, shaking her head at him.

So he had to look like a fucking twat, apologize to everyone, hand over the flowers, and fucking sprint back to his car. And now, an hour's fucking drive home, where an extra dozen tigers were sleeping every-fucking-where, 'cause they have to have their huge shitty Thanksgiving with every damned cousin and shitty aunts and uncles, or it wasn't a real holiday. He couldn't even jack off in his own room, the twins were sleeping on the floor, and his chances of getting more than five minutes of alone time in the bathroom were almost nil.

Thinking about bathrooms, why the fuck had he had four of these fucking energy drinks? Shit was crazy addictive, but now, on top of him having the worst damned blue balls in history, he had to piss like a damned draft horse. There was a truck stop in a couple miles, he could stop there and piss. Hell, he could probably whack one out really quick, it was probably more private than anywhere in his house was going to be tonight. He flicked his turn signal on and drifted across four lanes at 80, the twin urges of pissing and cumming giving him what felt like the worst morning wood of his life. Fuck, he might have to paw before he could piss.

He pulled off I-5, following the signs for cars, parked, and looked around at the series of little brick buildings. Finding the one that said MENS, he trotted toward it, sticking his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and pulling it down, trying to hide his increasingly prominent boner.

The door squealed open and the crappy fluorescent lights flickered, and his nose wrinkled at the smell of old piss and tons of bleach. There was a trough urinal, two individual urinals, and three stalls. Rubbing his paws over his cock, even through the many layers of fabric, made him whimper a little. Stall it was then, some quick jacking, then he would piss, and get out of this place. The first stall had piss all over the seat, the last stall was a handicapped one, but the middle one was fine. Clean enough, not likely to piss off some poor prick in a wheelchair, and he only needed to be there for a few minutes anyway.

He closed and locked the door, unbuttoning his pants with one paw, unzipping his hoodie with the other. He pulled his t shirt over his head so he wouldn't get cum on it, and looked at his bulging shorts. He had been so horned up that he had completely soaked through them. He could actually see his cock, all 8 proud inches through the now clear material. The smell of his own pre filled the cubicle, drowning out the scent of piss and bleach and everything else.

He peeled his shorts off of his cock as he sat down, his left paw rubbing over his pecs, tweaking his nipples as he stared in pride at his slick cock. He pulled the foreskin back, enjoying the feeling of it going over the baby nubs that would never be full spines. Closing his eyes, he leaned back, rubbing his thumb, slick with his pre, over his sensitive head.

The door squealed, and someone with heavy steps entered. Noah paused for a moment, hand stilled on his cock, wondering how soon he'd be alone again. It was like the universe just didn't want him to get off tonight.

The steps paused for a moment, and then headed into the handicapped stall. Noah had been watching the small slit of the room he could see under the partition; the boots from his guy were huge. Noah's eyes flicked up as the man entered the stall next to his; about three inches of the dude's horns could be seen, curved horns like that meant the guy was probably a bull. The guy must be fucking seven feet tall or something. Then they lowered as the bull sat down, his pants hitting the ground with a decisive thump.

'Please don't shit. Just sit there, or go away and let me finish' whispered Noah to himself. The bull grabbed some toilet paper, quite a lot of it, from Noah's perspective, though he could only hear the sound of the roll spinning.

There was a sudden crash of metal on tile; Noah jumped up, getting tangled in his clothes, still clutching his cock, as his toilet paper dispenser fell off the wall of the stall, revealing a huge hole to the other side.

"Fuck, dude. Sorry. I broke it, I guess." The bull speaking was not only heard, but his huge size and incredibly low voice vibrated the room and Noah's whole body. Without really thinking about it, Noah leaned forward a bit to look through the hole, to find the bull doing the same.

"Um, it's cool. Sorry if I yelped or whatever. Just caught me off guard, I guess."

"Yeah, me too." The bull turned and leaned back a bit, showing Noah that he had removed his shirt, revealing a body that could easily win any muscle competition he could think of. The bull's pecs were each larger than Noah's head, he had a fucking 10 pack, and his arms were nearly twice the size of Noah's own, thickly muscled thighs. "You'd think that a sudden scare like that might have done something about this," the bull continued, grabbing a massive bulge in his boxers. "I just wanted a quiet place to jack off for a minute." His smile, like the rest of him, was huge. "Looks like I'm not the only one."

Noah realized that he has been slowly jerking his cock, mouth slightly agape at the size of the dude talking to him so casually about this shit. He started to blush, and looked away, making a noncommittal grunt.

"So, lil tiger... You need a hand with that? Or a mouth?"

"Dude! What the fuck! I'm no fag!"

"Me neither. Hell, kid, I got a wife and three calves back home. But her pussy's about 2000 miles away. Looks like you're not getting any tonight either, so I thought we could help each other out."

As the bull's voice rode through his body, Noah watched as his cock dribbled precum to the floor with an audible series of plops. He eased up his grip, staring at the puddle. He thought about how pent he was, and how he was still a virgin and how much he really wanted to get off. Without looking through the hole, he asked, "Like, how?"

There was a rustle of fabric as the bull shifted, but Noah continued to look down. "Well, you slide that dick of yours through, and I'll blow you. After you cum, I'd appreciate your furry little paws on my meat. You don't have to suck it, just having a hand that isn't mine would be a nice change."

"So, I get head, you get pawed?"

"Yeah. Or, you, know, whatever happens."

Noah thought about it for a moment. He had never been sucked off, and he could really use it, especially tonight. And if this straight/ queer/ whatever wanted to blow him... 'Cause a mouth's a mouth, right? And if he wanted to, he could prolly cum, then run out. Not like a guy that big could really catch up with him.

"I'm still not gay."

"For the love of -"

The bull reached through the gap, one meaty fist wrapping around Noah's cock and balls, pulling the startled tiger to the hole, then flat against it.

"Dude! What the fuck! What ar -" Noah gasped in surprise as his cock was engulfed in something warm and moist. The bull was sucking him off! As a thick tongue rolled across the underside of his shaft, cleaning his precum, Noah found himself moaning and digging his claws into the partition. "Fuck. Nnngggg...."

The bull made a happy sound, something like a hum, which resonated deep into Noah's balls. He threw his head back, eyes closed tight, wanting to cum, but wanting to get a decent blowjob for his first time. The bull had wrapped his tongue almost all the way around his cock, and was now slowly working up and down the length of it that stuck through the hole in the partition. Noah thrust his hips just a little, wanting more. The bull responded by tugging gently, using his mouth, to get Noah pressed further against the wall. Then he wrapped his huge blunt fingers around Noah's balls, lightly stroking them and rolling them around, pulling them down just a bit every now and again.

"Shit, dude, I'm gonna -"

"Mmhmm."

Noah roared as he came, the bull never stopped his sucking, pulling more and more jizz out of his nuts, making the orgasm so intense that he thought he might black out. The bull chuckled, his mouth still around Noah's intensely sensitive head, massaging out the last few drops with a combination of fingers and tongue.

"Oh man. Oh fuck. That was... that was... thank you?" Noah pulled his claws out of the flimsy wood, leaning against the opposite partition, looking down at his deflating cock in wonder.

"No prob, lil dude." There was a rustling and a grunt, and Noah could see that the bull had stood up again, his horns over the partition pointed at him as a massive cock came through the hole. It looked a lot like a horse's cock, but without such a hugely flared head, and was so long it almost touched Noah where he was standing. It was so thick that, whereas Noah had gotten his cock and balls through the hole, this massive monster couldn't even get all the way through; there were at least a few inches on the other side still. Precum drooled out of it, adding to the puddle that Noah had left earlier. "Here's how you can thank me."

Maybe it was morbid curiosity, maybe it was the afterglow from his own orgasm, maybe it was the bull's musk, sweet and dark like the best parts of the locker room, but Noah actually kind of wanted to play with this massive cock. He reached out, tentatively, and touched it. It was slick but not slimy, and different from his own, other than just the size. It was also warm to the touch, nearly hot, both firm and pliable, like soft rubber over steel. He wrapped one paw around it, squeezing gently, watching in amazement as a ton more pre flowed out. He gently jacked it, but could only get a little movement out of the taut skin covering the throbbing dick. He wrapped his other paw around it, a bit further down, and started jacking in tandem. The bull moaned, his stubby fingers wrapped over the partition, and what sounded like his head thudding against it. His breathing started to pick up speed.

Noah looked down at what he was doing. He thought it would be weird, and it kind of was, but it was also sort of hot. Here he was, using two paws to stroke off some dude, and the fucker's cock was so big there would have to be at least three Noahs to get a paw on all of it. The pre kept flowing, and the smell of musk was getting stronger. Without really thinking about it, Noah leaned forward and licked the tip of the massive thing, getting a tongueful of pre. He had tasted his own before, but this was completely different. The taste was actually... kind of good. It was salty and sweet, and warm, and not gross at all. He started lapping at the bull's head, getting more of a taste for it as he went. Then he surprised himself by taking the whole giant flared head into his mouth.

"Oh god, yes, kitty."

He started trying to do the things with his tongue that the bull had done to him, but he was worried about his teeth. He kept up the two handed jacking and sucked as much of the cock as he could, but he couldn't figure out how to get much more than the head in, and his jaw was already starting to hurt. He pulled off, and kept jacking.

"Getting close, dude. I'm about to -"

Noah was going to ask what he was supposed to do, and his mouth was open to do just that, when the bull's goliath erupted, a huge spurt flying into his face, a lot of it into his mouth. He stooped down, and put his mouth over the tip, hoping to keep his clothes from getting covered in spunk. He quickly realized his mistake as the next few squirts filled his mouth, dribbling out the corners. He tried to swallow, but it was so thick, and there was so much of it, he was having trouble keeping up as the bull grunted and huffed through his orgasm. More and more of it was drooling out of his mouth; he scooted backwards and let it fall to the floor.

Finally, it was over. The bull slowly pulled his cock free and back through the hole. "Thanks, man. Wasn't really expecting recip, but that was pretty good."

"Just uh, just returning the favor." Noah cleared his throat, still thick with bull jizz.

"Well, I'll be driving back through here with a full rig Thursday night, if you want to play again. No pressure, just saying that I'll be here at about the same time." The bull finished putting away his junk and buttoned up, heading out. "Thanks again, kitty."

Noah wanted to bristle at the implied insult, but he had just realized that he was horny again. In fact, he was harder than he had ever gotten with Arlene. What the fuck was going on? What had he just done? Maybe it was time to knock another one out, and go home and get some sleep.

He wiped a paw across his face, assessing how tired he was; it was sticky, and he licked it clean. His cock throbbed.

Maybe he would come back on Thursday.

EPILOGUE

It was almost one in the morning when Noah tiptoed into his room, hoping not to wake the twins, sleeping somewhere near the foot of his bed. His fur was still sticky and sweaty; he was going to try for a quick shower while his huge family slept. Kicking off his shoes, he fumbled in his dresser for some clean clothes. His eyes, adjusted to the dimness of his room, saw that the twins were spooning under a thin sheet.

Shaking his head, he pulled one the blankets off his bed. "Little weirdoes," he whispered. "If you were cold, you could have just taken a blanket." He carefully draped it over them, then quietly left, snugging the door gently behind him.

Lucius opened one eye as he nuzzled closer to Uri. "That was sweet of him." He thrust deeper into his brother's deliciously tight ass.

Uri ground his hips back into his counterpart. "Yes. He's feeling good because he finally..."

"I know. But did you get a good sniff?"

"Yeah. Definitely his own cum and sweat, but no female, certainly no cheetah. Oh god, yes, right there. Lil' deeper please."

Lucius shifted slightly while licking Uri's neck. "Better?" Uri moaned happily in response. "What I did smell was someone else's cum. I think a bull."

"Do you mean- ?"

"Yeah, I think he did."

"Do you think we should- ?"

Lucius reached around, gripping his brother's hard cock so that with each of his thrusts Uri fucked his paw. "Definitely. But not tonight, I have my hands full."

"And I have my ass full. You're getting faster. If you're gonna cum, you're gonna have to clean me out. Can't leave stains."

Lucius bit down briefly on Uri's trapezium, "Sweet talker. You know I love licking you good and clean."

Uri twisted his head around. "You'd better share." He kissed his brother deeply, their breath coming faster.

That was the last they said that night, lost for a time in the wordless pleasure of each other, then collapsing into sleep, each mirroring the other's tawdry dreams.