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A Trip with a Trucker

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By Draconicon

"Coffee, steak, and hashbrowns. Should be good for me, thanks," Gus said, the lion passing the menu back to the Dalmatian standing by his barstool. "And no hurries on that."

"Yeah...sure..."

Gus chuckled as the glazed-eyed waitress walked away from the table. She wobbled for a moment, then corrected herself as the rest of reality took a moment to catch up. No surprise; he'd been a little loud when he first walked in, and that took a while for the mind to get used to.

Shaking his head, he dragged his guitar over his shoulders, setting it to his left and leaning forward. The weight off his shoulders and back felt great, even though the axe-like instrument wasn't that heavy. It was more the fact that he'd been carrying it for...hours, really, and hadn't had the chance to set it down until that moment.

The diner didn't have many other customers in it at this hour of the night. Nine o'clock wasn't that late when it came to city-times, but out here at the edge of the small town, he knew that most places would have been closed down. The only reason that this one was still going was probably due to the fact that it was the last place on the freeway before it went off into the long stretch of road leading through the desert. A long stretch of road, Gus knew, that he'd be heading down before the end of the night.

But not in a car...or van...or anything with wheels, he thought, rubbing the back of his head, scratching and pulling at the hair at the top of his mane. Stupid taking that gig without getting a ride first...

But what was a musician to do? Turn down a gig that'd pay him twice what the last three combined had? Fuck that. He needed money, and fast. He just...needed to get there.

As the waitress talked to someone in the kitchen through a hole in the wall, Gus looked around. The rest of the diner looked like it was only populated with locals, and all of them gave him an odd look, like they were sure that something was wrong with him but just couldn't quite put their finger on it.

That was his fault, of course. The same sound-whammy he'd laid on the Dalmatian had hit them, too. They'd figure it out eventually, of course, but until his little song wore off, none of them would know that he was almost completely naked.

Gus flicked his vest, making the leather ruffle along his sides as he spun back to face the bar. His cock swung between his legs for a moment, the metal piercing at the tip weighting it down and leaving it clicking quietly between his thighs. Honestly, he would have preferred to let the whole diner see that, but, well, you did what you had to do. Sometimes, better to keep the peace and let them pretend that he was just another drifting bum, rather than a drifting bum that liked letting his cock sway freely.

Not long after, the Dalmatian returned with his coffee and the hashbrowns, promising that the steak would be out soon. He nodded his thanks, tucking into the later before sipping the former. Not too bad, nice and strong, but a little bitter. Probably had been sitting for almost too long, saved at the last second from being completely ruined. Not bad, though, and better than the instant crap that the caravan served back home.

He put that out of his mind. He was a long way from home, and he had bigger fish to fry, problems to solve. If he was going to get that paycheck, he needed a ride.

Ting ting.

Gus looked over his shoulder as the diner's door opened. A grizzly bear easily a foot taller than him had just stepped in, and he ticked the boxes of 'trucker' down to a T. Broad shoulders, tired eyes, a few piercings along his nose and ear -

And smelling like he hasn't showered in a day and a half...and a lot of air freshener, Gus thought, a small smile growing.

He started to reach for his guitar, then paused as the bear looked him up and down. Realization, then a smile crossed the ursine stranger's face, and Gus pulled his hand back. This was someone that didn't mind the nudity.

He'd barely turned to face the bar before the bear sat down on his right. Brown fur ruffled as the bear got comfortable, leather pants creaking for a moment before settling down.

"Ain't often that I see kids like you putting it all out there," the big guy said. "Surprised the ladies ain't bothered."

"Oh, they'd be bothered if I made more of a fuss about it. I don't think that they've noticed," Gus said.

"Yeah? Bullshit."

"Ask 'em when they come around. I bet you dinner that they don't bat an eye."

"Heh, you're on, kid."

And as if summoned, the Dalmatian waitress appeared on the other side of the counter. She smiled in welcome for the bear, only for the big guy to point at the lion.

"You know he's naked, right?" he asked.

"I - beg your pardon?" She blinked. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"...Huh."

"...I'm sorry, that - can I take your order, hon?"

"Yeah, uh...coffee. And a menu."

"Of course."

Gus was a chuckling lion as the waitress walked away, whip tail still and low. He shook his head as he sipped his own coffee, draining half the cup before putting it to the side.

"Looks like I can afford dessert tonight," the lion said. "Told ya."

"So you did, kid, so you did." The bear turned on the stool, leaning one arm against the counter. "So, what's the trick?"

"Confidence, mostly. And a little bit of bullshit that I'll keep to myself." He smiled. "Besides, can't tell me that you're not enjoying the show. I saw that twinkle in your eye while you were staring at my ass."

"Heh, hard not to." The big guy turned back to the counter as the waitress came back with his coffee. He started adding cream and sugar, shaking his head. "Back in my day, we barely had the hankies going for us. These days, you see most guys hiding behind a rainbow, barely saying what they are instead of going for it. Heh. Then I see kids like you, and I just think 'Damn, wish we'd had the freedom to do that in my day.'"

Considering the gray furs along the bear's muzzle, he imagined that the trucker's days had probably been some couple of decades ago. Two, maybe three, but no more than that. Long enough that times had most definitely moved on since then, but not so far that they were completely impossible.

Or incompatible, he thought as he looked down at the big guy's thighs, his swollen erection down one pant leg and the way that he kept shifting his weight. That was someone that had an urge, and didn't want to talk about it just yet.

...I might have found my ride, he thought.

"So, you got a name?" the bear asked.

"Gus. You?"

"Mason. Nice to meet you, Gus."

"So, I don't suppose that you're heading out tonight?"

"Yep. Got a delivery to make a few towns over. Little past Soddy. Why?"

"I've got a concert booking before Soddy, but it's right on the way," Gus said, nodding down the road outside the diner. "Don't suppose that you'd be willing to take on a passenger to get there?"

"...Now that's an interesting proposition, kid. First you take me for a ride flashing your bits everywhere, and now you're asking me to give you another?"

"Oh, I wouldn't be asking you to do it for free," Gus said, reaching over and rubbing the bear's thigh. "After all, it's a long trip. Couple days. I could give you a fair bit to think about on the way. Or, you know, not think about. You know how it goes. Couple of guys just sharing the road...not much else but fun on their minds..."

"...You're either the most desperate cat in town, or you've been doing this for way too long." Mason chuckled. "Either way, I wouldn't say no to that kinda company. Been a long time since I had someone willing to pay that kind of fare."

"Sounds like we have a deal."

"One thing first, cat." Mason tapped the counter. "If you're doing this, you're doing this. No chickening out before we get to wherever you're going. If you can't, I'll kick you out at the first rest stop we find. Understand?"

"Fair enough."

"Just making sure. I want it, and glad you do, too, but people like me...we gotta be sure that it's completely on the up and up. Too much bullshit out there these days for someone to just do it for the fun of it." Mason shook his head. "Too many of us didn't make it this far."

"Yeah...I know."

It was a more somber silence when the waitress came back with a menu and with Gus's steak. The lion asked for a dessert to finish it off, telling her that it was going to be on Mason's tab, and tucked in. The bear groaned, but nodded, and perused the menu for his own dinner. All the while, Gus was imagining what they were going to get up to on the road; it'd been a while since he'd fucked for his miles, after all.

#

They'd made about a hundred miles of the trip before Mason turned the truck off the road. Not far, just a few dozen feet from the blacktop, far enough to get some shut-eye without bothering anyone on the road. Or being bothered by them, really. The big bear pulled the truck into park, grunting as he stretched his arms overhead.

"Ugh, been a long day," he muttered.

"Surprised you weren't wanting road-head for the last hour and a half," Gus said, chuckling as he crossed one leg over the other. "Unless you just don't like risking it."

"There's having fun, and there's being dumb, kid. I don't take chances like that at night; too easy to get a funny head and stop paying attention."

"Fair. But now?"

"Now...Heh." Mason shook his head, leaning back in his seat. "Kid. I gotta ask. You serious about this?"

"What, about giving head?"

"About trading sex to get where you're going. No shame there - hell, I was a bit of a 'patron' of a few up and coming rent boys back home - but just making sure that you know what you're doing. I get the thrill, and you're a hot piece of ass, not gonna lie. But do you know what you're doing?"

"Better than you think I do." Gus smiled. "Thanks for asking, but I think it's time that I start giving you some of what you want. So, oral or anal?"

"Heh, not in the cab, kid. Come on."

Mason kicked the driver's side door open, and Gus shrugged, following him out. He carried his guitar over his shoulder as he walked around the other side of the vehicle, the sand underfoot surprisingly comfortable. The heat of the day was still fading, meaning that it had a pleasant warm under his toes. He wiggled them against the dusty ground, chuckling under his breath as his cock swayed back and forth between his legs.

As the bigger bear pulled the back of the truck open, Gus looked the other man up and down. Despite the breeze, there was a pleasant sweat smell coming off the trucker, and the raunchy edge to it was more than a little appealing. He liked that; he always preferred it when the guys actually embraced themselves a bit more. The prissy ones were always less fun, and always needed a little encouragement.

"Mat's at the back of the truck," Mason muttered. "Everything else's bolted down, keeps it from shifting while I'm driving. Door can lock from the inside so nobody bothers us. You locked the cab, right?"

"Uh...one second."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Been a while since I taxied in a truck," Gus said, shrugging with a chuckle. "One second."

Once he had the cab locked down, he came back around and hopped in. The cargo inside the back of the truck was kept to the walls, with a long, narrow passage leading to a mattress at the far end of the cargo pod. Mason was already there, boots kicked off, shiny soles pointing back at the lion and his hand on his crotch. An overhead lamp clicked on, adding to the illumination and making him look a little more rugged.

It was a nice look for him.

"So, oral or anal?" Gus asked again.

"I don't think that you can take it up the ass, kid. No offense, but I ain't going to be dealing with you belly-aching the rest of the way to Soddy about your ass hurting."

"You think I can't take it? Cute."

"Kid, look. I appreciate the enthusiasm. Hell, I've appreciated the free show since stepping into the diner, but there's a limit to what you could have done by now. I seriously doubt that you're ready for something like that. And besides, I ain't going to turn down a blowjob and company for the trip. You seriously think you gotta pay more than that?"

"It's not so much that I have to," Gus said, shaking his head as he scooted out of the narrow corridor. "It's more like...why stop short of the full experience? I have a hot guy ready to take sex instead of cash, so why not put everything on the line, eh?"

"You're going to get yourself in trouble one of these days, cat. If you haven't already, you're going to get yourself in some serious trouble."

"Trouble's part of life. I'm ready for it; I'm just waiting for trouble to deliver." Gus chuckled. "Now, come on. Let's see what I'm taking up my ass."

"Kid -"

"You know what? Screw it; let me help you out."

The naked lion swung his guitar back around. Settling it in place, he set his feet, looked the bear right in the eye, and winked.

"Get ready to rock."

STRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!

The echoing tones of the hard chord slammed through both of them, bouncing off the metal walls all around them. Even Gus would have been knocked back a pace from the reverb if he hadn't been bracing himself, holding tight with his toes curled and his claws out. Mason, on the other hand, had no chance in hell.

The bear slammed back against the metal wall behind him, his eyes instantly glassed over from the sound wave pouring off the guitar. The rumble of that first strum hadn't even faded before Gus started wailing on the strings, flicking his thumb along before bringing his fingers down the steel lines.

"Yeaaaaaah!"

It was the same feeling that always came with playing on the guitar. The sheer power of that sound always sent a thrill up and down his spine, but this baby offered more than that. This guitar had its own magic, a real magic, and it was already rippling up and down his arms as he plucked out a heavy, growling series of notes from the instrument.

As he played, he sang. The growling whine of heavy metal and rock rose from his throat, as did an improvised song of pleasure and lust, of need and abandoned inhibitions. There was no need to think, no need to hold back. This was the time and place of rut, of the wild times, of fucking the rules and everything else.

The effects were almost instantaneous. Mason's cock, already impossible to miss in those pants, got all the more prominent. It bounced and throbbed, oozing enough pre-cum to darken the crotch and tent them out all the further, and Gus grinned as the bear reached down, fumbling and pulling at the button of his pants until he snapped them right open. He pushed them down, fishing his cock and balls out of his briefs, and he let them just hang there.

Well, his balls hung. His cock throbbed hard, a good eight inches that was nearly as thick as a beer can. Gus chuckled to himself, feeling his own cock bobbing up, weighted down only by the prince albert at the end of it.

"Get over here, cat...I don't know what...fuck...Fuck, just get over here, you fucking pussy cat."

There it was. A nice, horny attitude. Gus smirked as he laid his guitar down, all but sauntering over -

And then the bear grabbed him by the balls, pulling him in. Gus went with it, kissing the other man with mouth open, their tongues clashing for a moment as their cocks frotted and fenced with each other. Grind, thrust, press; he was no twink, but he was thinner than the trucker by some way, and the sheer difference in their girth only added to the pleasure and contrast of being ground together.

"Mmmph...fuck yeah..."

Mason was lost to the music. Not stupid, not hypnotized the way that some people were, but with a whole new purpose rammed right into his head. No more holding back, no more over-caring, just a bear with a hard-on that needed to do something with it.

Heh, come on, big guy. Show me what you can do with that thing, Gus thought, reaching down and fondling it. Fuck, that's going to feel good.

It wasn't the first time that he'd bottomed for someone. Oh, sometimes he used the guitar to make his rides do something a little more interesting. Sometimes, he was the one getting blown or doing the fucking, and that was hot, too, but he preferred to have a good 'story' going on when he was getting his fun. Having someone that was a big trucker, someone hot and thick like Mason was? That was better with him on the bottom and getting stuffed rather than the other way around.

He grinned as he leaned back, pressing their crotches more firmly together. He could feel the difference in width and girth from the way that they touched; his cock was probably somewhere between half and two-thirds the thickness of that monster between Mason's legs, though maybe half an inch longer. They were both uncut, too, the foreskin on their cocks sliding, one almost sucking the other in before they pulled back again.

"Fucking hell, cat...Kid...fuck. Just...Mmmph..."

"Hard to think?" Gus chuckled. "Stop trying, big guy. Let this kitty take care of you. Let me earn that ride."

"Yeah, you...you earn that ride, alright."

Gus smiled, turning around and lifting his tail. The feeling of the bear's eyes on his ass was just what he had felt when the other man had come into the diner, except so much stronger. So much better, if he was honest about it. Without that need to be nice, without that old-man care behind it, he was just taking what he wanted. And that was what Gus wanted out of this situation.

After all, where was the fun in having some sweet older man giving him a ride whether he earned it or not? He'd already gotten the heartwarming side of things. Now, he wanted the nasty, naughty side of it.

Mason grabbed his ass, pulling the cheeks apart, and Gus groaned as he felt the first little glob of spit hit his hole. The lion pulled his tail up and out of the way, making sure that the other male had a good line of sight for his pucker as a thick thumb started working that blob of spit further and further into his pucker. He forced himself to relax, letting it in, though not without that little blossom of heat.

"Mmmph," Gus groaned, huffing as he curled his toes. "Been a long time, huh?"

"You have no idea..."

"You better give me everything," he teased.

"Kid...do me a favor...and shut the hell up..."

"You got it."

He raised his hips a little higher, feeling that thumb going a little bit deeper. It wasn't hurting, not by any stretch of the imagination, but god it felt good to have something going inside after this long. He could feel the lack of experience coming around to bite him in the ass a little bit, but he could already remember the little ways to relax, to clench and loosen himself on something after holding it in tight.

And the bear was finger-fucking him good and hard already. First with that thumb, then pulling it out for two fingers. Gus reached back like a good 'kitty' and pulled his cheeks apart, letting his ass be more easily accessible, and the big guy just went right to town. Thrust, thrust, thrust, the rest of his fist punching against the lion's taint as he was rutted good and hard by just two fingers.

"Mm-mm-mm!"

"Yeah, you wanted to get it up the ass, you're going to get it up the ass. Get ready for it, kitty."

"Oh, I'm ready."

He shivered as the two fingers fanned out, scissoring against his prostate over and over again and making his cock dance under his stomach. Every few thrusts hit him a little harder, leaving him wheezing quietly and dripping pre-cum under him, oozing it over the mat and the truck floor.

Then they pulled back, fast. He hissed as they ripped their way back out of his hole, leaving him burning from the sudden movement, and he looked over his shoulder -

Thump.

And there was that dick. That big, fat bear cock was right between his cheeks, oozing silvery pre-cum along his ass crack and right up to the base of his tail. Those big hands, so warm and so broad, rested on his hips, and Mason's thumbs pulled Gus's cheeks wide again, making sure that his hole was fully exposed. The heat, the stare, it was just what he needed, and shiver ran down his spine as he lowered his upper body to the mat.

He could just see it in his mind's eye as that dick rolled further back between his cheeks, going further and further down. It was already kissing his pucker, then pulled back, then pushed back up along his taint until it kissed his pink hole again. Just a little further -

Oh, there it was. The first real stretch. Gus clenched his hands into fists as he felt that sheer thickness. It had really been too long since he had been taken back there, but he didn't care. He'd make it work, and he'd enjoy the fuck out of it.

In, in, in that cock went, slowly thickening past the head. He felt his hole complain, burning from the sheer stretch that it was going through, and didn't care in the slightest. All that mattered was getting it deeper, deeper, deeper. He could feel the head scratching against his prostate for a moment before passing it, going into his depths and lodging there, and the bear's balls followed shortly after, bumping against his own.

"Mmmph...fuck, you're squeezing hard, cat."

"Start fucking me. I'll squeeze harder."

"Fucking - fine. You're gonna take it whether you're ready or not."

Those were the magic words, and the bear gave it to him. Hard. Gus moaned out loud as he felt the first real thrust, almost driving him right into the mattress under him from the impact. Then it was pulling back already, his hole sucking out with it, the sheer friction almost too much for him to take before -

POP!

It came out and -

Squelch.

It went back in without hesitation. Gus's breath caught in his throat as the fuck began in earnest. Every so often, that fat cock would pop back out of his hole, the lion getting a reminder of just how big that thing was, only for it to slide right back in on a slip-and-slide of pre-cum and stretched flesh. He lowered his head to his arms, huffing into them as he took the pounding, his ass cheeks held wide apart by the bear's strong hands, and more than that, feeling every hard thrust right over his prostate, through his balls and right up to his tip.

His cock throbbed hard from the ass fuck, but even with how good it felt, he knew that he was seriously giving the big guy a payment for how far they were going. In, out, in, out, feeling that thick dick going past his pucker and into his depths, feeling the weight of those balls as they slapped his own pair over and over again, and the huffing heat of the bear's breath along his back -

SMACK!

A quick spank that tightened up him for a moment, and his cock jumped, the cool metal at the tip hitting his stomach and nearly taking him over the edge right then and there. The thrusting never stopped, though. In, out, in, out it went, and he knew that his ass was getting wrecked tonight.

Just what he wanted.

"Fuck...fuck..."

"Getting close, cat?"

"Not...yet...you?"

"Getting there..."

Gus nodded, grinding his face against his arms as Mason grabbed his hips even harder. The tight grip around his middle sent him right to the moon with how good it felt to be just manhandled, and Gus just rolled his head back. No more holding back, no more second-guessing. Just a pure expression of rut and need and fuck.

In, out, in, out, the wet plop sounds of the big bear cock popping out fading as the big guy leaned over him, closer and nearer than before. The thrusts were no longer as long, but they were faster, and the heat of that dick on his prostate, constantly rubbing against it and weighing down on it, was getting him closer and closer. His cock oozed along his piercing, the pre-cum swinging in strings beneath him, and he huffed as he pushed his ass back to meet that dick time and time again. He could feel himself getting closer, so close now.

In, out, in, out, the heat around his hole so good, no longer painful. He closed his eyes, then clenched one more time -

"Nnngh!"

And the bear went over the edge. Gus savored the feeling of the squirting, heated goo spreading through his insides, running along his inner walls and all the way up to his stomach. Or at least, that was how it felt with how much was squirting into him. He flexed his hands, his claws popping out and then sliding back, and sighed in utter bliss.

"Mmmph...mmmph...mmm..."

No orgasm quite yet for him, but he was good with that. He'd 'paid' for his pleasure, now, and he could have his fun. He chuckled as he pulled forward, feeling the spell of the magic already fading from the big guy, and took that shaft in hand as soon as it popped out of him. Swinging one leg up and over the bear's cock, he turned to face him, giving that slimy dick a good stroke.

"Feel better?"

"Can't believe you took that," Mason muttered, grunting under his breath. "How long you been doing this, kid?"

"Eh, longer than people probably should," Gus admitted, his thumb rubbing into that sensitive space just under the head. "And I shouldn't say anything else. Not like you're going to go talking to anyone about that, but you're nice. You shouldn't be thinking about that."

"Mmph...You finish?" Mason asked.

"Not yet."

"You want -"

"I'll take care of it in a bit." He smirked. "But first..."

"...Oh, kid, you don't have to - mmph!"

Gus did. He'd tasted his own ass on cock before, and that was a reason that he kept things so clean back there. No need to make it worse if he decided to take it further, after all. But there was something fun about going a little 'nasty' about the whole thing. Just a little extra musk, really, but it had Mason all kinds of horned up afterward.

By the time that he pulled his head back, the big guy's cock was hard as hell again, and those balls were churning away. Gus chuckled as he popped his head free of the no-longer-soaked shaft, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

"So, ready to sleep, or we going for round two?" he asked.

"...You know what? If you can take it, we'll do it."

#

It was an eventful drive. The pair of them took longer to get to their destination than they really needed to, but that was part of the fun. So long as they got there on-time, Gus had no complaints.

And he sure as hell didn't mind being Mason's little cock-sock for the duration of the drive. He was pretty sure that the trucker didn't usually take so many breaks, but considering it got him a good number of public railings - two rest-stops, one gas station, and the top of a cop car, and that wasn't including the occasional driving off-road to find a quickie spot - he wasn't going to complain. Definitely rougher now that the bear knew that he could take it, too, which was...mostly good. He was pretty sure he'd need a cushion for his gig when the time came.

That said, when they finally arrived and Mason pulled the truck to a stop outside the nightclub, it was definitely a bit sad. Gus turned to face the big bear, and he could tell that Mason was on the verge of asking him to stick around. He reached out and grabbed the bear's hand, giving it a little squeeze around the stick-shift.

"Trust me. Not something that'd work out for either of us, big guy."

"Heh...was it that obvious?" Mason asked, arching an eyebrow. "Guess so. Eh...you take care of yourself, kid."

"Heh, always have."

"Nah. You've been taking care of me the whole way here, Gus. You take care of yourself, you got that? Just because you can take a fucking doesn't mean that you should be getting fucked all the time. Just because we can make it work doesn't mean we have to. We're the same as anyone else out there. Don't settle, kid. Don't."

"...I'll try."

"Good. And good luck."

They shared a hug that was as warm as it was awkward before Gus hopped out of the cab. He landed on his feet, pulled his guitar down with him, and tossed Mason a salute before shutting the door. As he waved the truck off, he couldn't help but think that it would have been an interesting life coordinating with the older guy. At least he'd have a reliable companion to talk to on the road, and that would make things inordinately better.

But that was only good for a while. He'd go crazy tied down to one person for too long. He needed variety.

"Well," he muttered, pulling the guitar strap around his shoulder. "Time to see if they're still waiting for me. Maybe I'll be able to buy a phone after this gig..."

The lion walked up to the front door of the club, ignoring the many eyes on his naked self as he knocked on the door. He kept one hand on the guitar strap, the other on his hip as he waited for someone to come to the door, only to feel a little dribble down the back of his leg.

"Ah, shit..."

He looked back, seeing the last of his final coupling with Mason dribbling along the back of his thigh. Rolling his eyes, Gus clenched his cheeks together, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. Well, that's what he got for encouraging a naturally rough species to go rougher, he supposed. Eventually, something was going to give.

Just hadn't thought it would be his ass this time around. He'd have to take it a little more careful for a while.

Eh, I was due a few top nights, anyway.

Where was the doorman, though? He shook his head, knocking again...

The End

Summary: When Gus needs a ride to his next gig, he lucks out and gets someone that's rather willing without musical hypno. But why not bring a little in, anyway?

Tags: M/M, Lion, Bear, Gus, Mind Control, Music, Encouragement, Corruption, Anal, Ass to Mouth, Sucking, Size Difference, Age Difference, Fucking, Sex Payment, Paying with Sex, Cum, Orgasm, Creampie, Trucker, Musk, Older Gay,