Hot. Unseasonably so. Matt would almost be indicative of him given that his shaggy fur lay in lank tendtrils around his head. You pack for a brisk early spring heading south and suddenly you're dealing with summer-esque weather in heavy clothes. Still, it could be worse. He at least had the prescience to pack a much larger waterbottle and despite the sharp scent of travel on him, was doing alright.

That wouldn't stop him from at least making an effort towards boffing the rat stereotype. It was after all easier to get a ride if people figured you were at least making the attempt to keep clean. Who wants a rat in their seats stinking of sweat, exhaust and the general grime of hitchhiking? Plus, it was better than travelling with your ass in the air in some dirty truckstop bathroom... Not unlike the one he was in already.

It was mid midway through brushing his hair out when a broad shouldered tiger came into the small bathroom, the two surreptitiously glancing at one another through mirror and the corner of an eye. "Where you headed, boy?" he was asked, the caught glances opening up what would be the Bargain. "Texas to see my folks. My sister graduates this year." he added as a casual after thought figuring that it might get him some favour.

The look of him was broad, thick-armed and rough handed. Matt guessed him some sort of tradesmen given the bit of gut and respectable cologne. Given that, he must have also been in the middle of his travel as there was a stale scent to him not unlike Matts. Save that Matt's was understandbly more pronounced. "Why, where you going?" he queried, eyes on himself as he began to wash up, trimming his unkempt muzzle fur.

The tiger was in the middle of much the same, whiskers and beard kept neatly trimmed and his facial fur cleaned of excess oils. The fur that surrounded his head was a bit bushy. But, it kept him from looking too clean-cut. Which suited what he imagined to be a blue-collar kind of man. "Mmnh, head there m'self." was all he said, splashing water on his face and daubing himself clean with paper towel. 

He grunted, "Why, you asking?". His tone mixed given that he seemed satisfied with his appearance and at least open to the prospect. Though, not without some sort of compensation he was sure. "If you're headed that way already, why not let me tag along? I'm headed to Austin and can drive, have a bit of cash for gas." he said with a shrug. "It's not like you couldn't handle me given that you're so much bigger than I was." he said disarmingly. 

That made the tiger grin, "And what if I did?" he offered with a lick of his teeth. It was clear he had something in mind already. Just like that, Matt had a ride. It was just that he wasn't going to keep his dignity this time around and just one more secret to keep. "Well, we should get there by later tonight if we switch off... I'm not exactly best in show, am I?" he offered, hoping that he could ditch before he had to uphold his 'end' of the bargain.

The tiger was having none of it, it would seem. The smile became savage, the disparity in their size becoming dominant in their would-be exchange. "Not going to work like that, Boy." he said with a growl, the lump in his jeans attesting to a certain filthy desire. "Payment up front. You can sit on some paper towels if you need to." he said with a gesture to the door. "Lock it and drop 'em. If I like you enough, perhaps I'll even drop you off at the front door." 

Whether it was a bonus or not was easily up in the air, much like his ass was going to be. Matt while no stranger to such delights felt apprehension at what was to come. The man's confidence was easily told through the growing lump in his trousers. "But first, lemme take a quick piss." he said with another grunt. "You get yourself ready." he said with a nonchalant tone, turning to the urinal to let loose a strong-scented piss.

Matt wasn't the cleanest looking of rats, his ruddy-brown and grey fur made him look dingy on the best of days. A week in and despite his efforts was firmly what one would call, 'Grungey'. Despite this, he still put down some paper towel for his hands and knees, keeping his shirt on and tossing his bottoms and underwear over the stall door. "Alright." he said with grim determination, doing his best to sit casually on the paper-covered floor. 

There came a satisfied chuff, the tiger's dick was a vivid pink colour. Engorged with vestigial spines along it, it had a feline-like taper to it that would at least be merciful at first. "You gonna start or what?" he asked gruffly, the broad hand giving the turgid length a flick that sent bitter-scented droplets of urine at the rat's face. Matt wiped away the piss, his breathing shallow to keep its strong scent out of his sensitive nose.

It wouldn't do him much good in the long run he knew. But, whatever. The rat got up on his knees, one slender-fingered hand reaching out to bring the thick tiger in position, his tongue first teasing over the older man's flesh. Its taste was bitter with sweat and at its tip, salty and musky on his breath with the tiger's piss. He grimaced, muscling through it to the tiger's vicious delight.

This wasn't going to a day for a sensual blowjob that let him preserve some semblance of self respect. It was afterall part of the Highway Code, right? But, no. The tiger had none of it, his strong hand pushing the rat's head down his throbbing manhood. "Suck it good boy, you're going to want it as wet and sloppy as you please." he said with a lusty growl. Despite himself, Matt would have to agree as taking the tiger would be no easy feat.

So it was that he closed his eyes and tried to remove himself from the situation. The tiger's stale scent stronger near his crotch. Both his hands were on the tiger's thighs, doing his best to keep himself at a managable pace. The tiger was relentless in his lust, seemingly wanting to waste no time as though he had somewhere to be. "Mmnh, there's a good cock-slut." he remarked, his tawny eyes boreing down into the rat.

Matt could only do as instructed, the locked door, the removed pants... He was in a trap of his own design. His tongue spread what it could around the tiger's thrusting cock. Its movements making him drool the sickly-slick mixture of precum, piss and spit down his chin and onto the grimy floor below. It was unfortunate that the tiger decided to piss before hand as some of those throbs came with a squirt of acrid piss that burned his nose. 

His partial relief came as the tiger grunted out for him to get on all fours. Matt was reluctant if quick to obey and it was with a resigned and shakey exhale that he raised his tail in a rigid curve over the side of his travel-toned backside. "Mmnh, an ass like that's going to be make this quick." he growled, the tiger leaning down to give the rat's backside a lewd inhale. "Dirty slut." 

Matt only pinned his ears, it was going to be a silent few hours. But, it was better than walking the rest of the way given his luck so far. He merely gave a meek nod in ascent, his eyes closed, one hand balled into a fist and his cheek between his teeth to keep from crying out in the echo-y room. It was then that he felt the damp heat of his partner beside him, the calloused hand around his tail. 

The initial thrust came with confidence, the tapered length making short work of his resistance, "Tight for a slut." he growled. The tiger gave the rat a few courtesy warm-ups before a shift in weight signalled for him to brace. His foresight was rewarded as with the hand around his tail giving him purchase and the other lifting him up a ways, the tiger began to pound him with an almost bestial quality.

The muffled sound of fur on sweaty fur lewd alongside the quiet chuffs and growls of the tiger and despite himself, Matt squeaked and let out groans of discomfort. Again, no stranger given he had a boyfriend. It was weeks since he last had any sort of sex, let alone with someone so large and commanding. "Come on man, ease up." he begged between breaths. Matt's pleas stoking the fires.

It was going to be a rough few minutes, the tiger's pounding growing increasingly wetter as he bottomed out, heavy balls slapping roughly against the rat's taint as the tiger continued on for several more moments after he felt that first telling throb and ragged exhale. "You're going to ride with jizz in your ass the whole way." he said with finality and Matt only nodded. He just kept telling himself it was going to be over that much sooner. 

And it was, the older man let out a few choking grunts, the rat figuring the powerful beast of a man ruthlessly strong-arming what felt like a pent-up release from waking the sleepy little gas station. "God fuck." he huffed, yanking his cock out after a few last jerking thrusts to the chagrin of the almost prone rat. "Though, you ain't done yet, boy." he said with a pause, "C'mon, I know you're a bit of a fag given how easy that was. Lemme see you cum with that load in your  ass."

It was all that Matt could do to keep from wanting to fight back. But, he was sore enough that anything he attempted would just end in more of him being sore and several shades darker. "There's a good'n." he grunted, breathing heavily though by no means finished. The tiger's prick was smeared in milky off-white fluids that told a grimy tale of a tail. "Man, it's not like I'm asking you to take me to south Florida."

Matts protests were cut short by the look on the tiger's face. He gave a defeated nod. "Fine..." he swallowed hard, his dick was flaccid to start. The rat conjuring up a scene to get him horny enough to get hard and hopfeully cum. "See, ain't so hard, is it boy?" he said with a chuff. His hand going carelessly to the grimy coated cock to stroke over it. He seemingly had no refractory period much to Matt's dismay.

He could only hope that he'd be content with jerking himself off. A hope quickly dashed as two of those thick fingers found their way into his battered ass, curling upwards in the mess to poke knowingly at the tender spot hidden within. He dare not say anything, imagining that it was instead his boyfriend inside of him, teasing him towards what he would imagine to be his first orgasm of their day. 

It worked however partially in the strained moments he was jerking off, the tiger having added globs of the gooey mess to his dick. Matt doing his best to remove himself from the situation until he could muster up the fizzy feeling of an orgasm. His protests long since stopped in favour of a dogged desire to finish. He was jerked back to reality by the tiger's coarse ministrations.

His hair was being yanked downwards, a sense of vertigo as he all but fell face first in tothe tiger's lap. His would-be protests being cut off by the congealed and cum-covered cock of the tiger. Whatever solance there was, was in the fact that the tiger was already approaching the verge and it was going to be much easier to fake an orgasm with him distracted. 

That was until he felt the alien touch of a gore-spattered hand around his cock. The cum-slick hand jerked him off with no mistake as to the intent. The lack of control meant that he was going to cum sometime in-line with the tiger and it was unfortunately going to be sooner than he would like as the tiger jerked him off expertly, the rat letting out an internal whimper of remorse as he spilled his seed all over his stomach, shirt and the floor with nary a drop hitting the tiger.

The tiger's cock was a mountainous task in its own. The girth hurt his jaws to keep from snagging the sensitive skin on his teeth. The sharp grip on his hair had quickly corrected him while he was doing the deed. The taste of him was raunchy, having been pissed in some judging by the astringent taste alongside the taste of sulfur from the dirty condomless sex and the bitter tang of a red-meat diet with the chlorine smell on exhale.

Several trying moments later the tiger came to a growling finish, flooding the rat's mouth what was a mercifully fresh load of cum that overwhelmed the grimy post-sex taste that with defeated resignation he swallowed at the hoarse instruction of his partner. "There's a good'n." he said with a growling clear of his throat that he spit out into the corner of the bathroom. "Get yourself cleaned up. I'm parked out back." 

The tiger left him there, battered and abused, Matt taking a few moments to collect himself before he began to wash up. "Here's twenty, yourself something to drink and eat." he had washed his hands, the scent of soap doing little to mask the fetid air of sex that permeated the small hot room before he stepped out into the clouded sunshine and went out back. "Goddamnit, this wasn't supposed to be this hard." he muttered. 

Cleaned up again he sheepishly grabbed something spicy and a couple energy drinks alongside his water all the while keeping as much distance as he could. "Have a good day." came the cashier's dilligent professionalism to which Matt grunted thankfully. But, when he stepped out back, anyone who might've been there... was gone.