“Alright… No turning back…” Rodney has a dream, and it's rather simple. From the moment he saw the poster taped crookedly to the front of the local grocery it was all he could think about. At heart, he was a skater. It was all he wanted to do. That poster advertised the biggest skating tournament of the season, the chance that he had been waiting for. Time was taken out of almost every day, being dedicated to skating at the local park and perfecting his craft. The small section dedicated to skating was underdeveloped from the start and was now starting to show its age. That could be said for the small town he currently lived in. There wasn’t much to do in general so taking out his skateboard and cruising down the streets was often the best source of entertainment besides staying inside and playing video games or watching porn all day. The idea of leaving had always been on his mind, ever since his 17th birthday. Well he was 20 years old now, and felt finally compelled to put his thoughts into action, not wanting to let the opportunity pass him by. The poster was taken with him and brought back home, more specifically his parents’ home. Being so excited he spent nearly 3 hours first reading over the poster then looking up more information online. The contest would be held in about a week and was hosted in Goldshore. Rodney could recall visiting that place one or twice when he was much younger. It was a popular place to visit, an always sunny beachside location that had plenty to do. Of course he couldn’t ask his parents to take him there. It was a long drive there to say the least and at his age they were hoping that he would maybe go off to college like his childhood friends or get a job that would be kept for more than a month or two. He didn’t intend to get on his knees and beg them but he would at least let them know that he would be going there. Most of the words coming from him were false, claiming that there was a ride with a friend already set up, the two of them driving all the way to the city. They were of course a little worried but didn’t stop him from pursuing his wants. In reality there were no friends that he could call for a ride, let alone for one so far out. They were all busy living their own lives. They had all moved on and he was ready to do the same. After revealing his intentions, he retired to his room and began to prepare for the long trip ahead of him. He would have to wisely choose what to bring. He could only carry so much… Approaching the closet, Rodney stopped in front of the mirror and grinned at himself. Getting a good look at himself, the monkey took in his visage. He was just over 4 feet, the skin of his face, chest, hands, feet, and even his backside were a hue of light blue. A pair of yellow eyes scanned himself up and down, his thick eyebrows moving as he did so. While grinning, his prominent front teeth showed, sticking out from his upper lip. He never grew out of them since childhood, instead they grew along with him. Surrounding his blue skin was caramel colored fur, the top of his head was spiked in a mohawk sort of way. His tail flicked behind him, it was long and thin yet strong. The center was bandaged up from a fall he had recently, just some scrapes that would clear up soon. Knowing that he wouldn’t be back anytime soon, the primate just soaked in the feeling of familiarity and comfort his bedroom brought. Opening his closet, he found the special duffel bag that had a firm strap to keep his skateboard attached. He scanned his favorite clothes and began picking out things that would be suitable for the city’s climate. Along with that he took some things from the pantry that would keep him from going hungry. Things like crackers and granola bars that would hold him over for a while. Lastly he took some various things with him. A portable gaming system, chargers for that and his phone, some soap, etc. Last minute first aid kit and a sealed bottle of lube was tossed in. It was best to be prepared… The full bag was equipped, being worn like a backpack. It was a bit heavy but nothing that the athletic-built primate couldn’t handle. Wearing a black t-shirt with a huge lightning bolt decal and some dark blue shorts, he felt ready to finally go. The only concern was the small amount of money he had. He could have asked his parents for more but something within him wanted to show them that he could make it. The very next day Rodney was setting out, telling his parents that he would be meeting with the friend so they could leave. They wished him good luck before he departed. Lucky enough, Rodney was known in the small town and he knew how to get some extra things. He stopped by a small shop and told of his journey. Wishing him luck as well, the owner gave him a small bag of various foods and drinks. Stuffing them into the bag, Rodney then unlatched the skateboard from the bag and began skating towards the end of town. Feeling the light breeze sailing past him felt good against the warm sun and knowing that he would be seeing new things beyond the town’s borders made his heart race. [center]***[/center] Having left in the morning, it was just past noon when Rodney was still cruising on his board, drifting along the side of the wide main road. It would eventually lead to the highway and he hoped he would find someone to bum him a ride. Riding on his board was fun and all but the monkey was realistic, knowing that keeping this up would be tiring and way too slow. He was glad for the pleasant weather, the breeze keeping him from getting too while directly in the sun’s glow. Being still close to town, he knew there wouldn’t be the sight of incoming or outgoing cars for a while. Having plenty of battery left, he popped an earbud into one ear and played music from his phone while still cruising along. What felt like about two hours and a small snack later, Rodney heard the familiar rumble of something large and heavy approaching from behind. His tail flicked in excitement and looking behind him revealed a semi-truck heading in the direction he was heading. Without a second thought, he waves both wide hands back and forth to get the driver’s attention. The truck kept approaching at its same speed and the monkey feared it would just roll past him. But upon getting closer, the truck began to slow, the creak of brakes behind heard before it finally came to a stop. Fixing his board securely to the bag, Rodney approached the semi-truck. It was much larger than him but his upper body strength made it an easy climb, clinging to the passenger side open window. “Hey! Thanks for stopping!” Rodney thanked, panting a bit. “Think I can tag along for a bit?” He was talking to a polar bear, dressed in a checkered button up and pair of khaki shorts. The other male was clearly bigger and older than him, having some grey around the rest of his all white muzzle. He couldn’t help but notice that the shirt looked strained on the bear’s body. It looked like any sudden movement from the bear would send them all flying off. Other than that, he looked friendly and attractive, being thick all over and having defined muscle along his arms that flexed just from gripping the wheel. “Don’t see why not,” the driver responded, a noticeably southern accent coming from it. He unlocked the door but Rodney crawled through the large window, duffle bag included. The bear was surprised but then chuckled at the stranger’s eagerness. Despite the abrupt entrance, Rodney was polite enough to sit his bag down before putting on the seatbelt. The truck’s interior was rather clean and a sweet cinnamon scent surrounded him. Low set air conditioning replicated the gentle breeze when the windows rolled up again. They were soon driving off towards the highway, making much better progress than what Rodney did on his own. He was looking out the window, watching the surrounding trees and small fields pass them by. “Not every day you see someone skating along the side of the road,” the polar bear said, making conversation between them. “You’re not trying to run away from something are you?” His tone went from friendly to concerned, glancing at Rodney with the same kind of look. “Heh. Nope.” Rodney chuckled and then explained his intentions. “That’s interesting. Never been to one of those skating shows, but it sounds fun,” the bear said. “Sorry if I were prying. I’m a father and you look the age of his second oldest son. He’s 22 and went off to another country to chase his own dreams. I’m behind him 100% but I also can’t help but worry about him.” That all sounded sweet to Rodney. They talked a bit more, having a friendly conversation. The polar bear properly introduced himself as Harv and talked more about his kids, having 3 sons that he cared very much about and drove across the country to support. Thanks to modern day technology he was able to call and video chat with them but was always looking forward to seeing them again. “I can’t get you all the way to Goldshore, but where I’m headed is along the way,” the bear revealed. “That’s fine,” Rodney shrugged. He was grateful to just make progress so far and to have some good company. “Uh, do I have to pay you for the ride? I have some money but not a lot…” “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m just glad to have some company and a good chat. But…” the bear did pause, clearly considering something. “If I can be honest, you are rather cute. All this driving takes me away from the missus. I let her have her own fun and she lets me have mine. And it wasn’t too long ago that I was with a guy…” Rodney didn’t say anything right away, but he could guess where this was going. “But that’s if you’re actually into guys! I’m sorry if I just assumed!” tHarv apologized. “Well, you’re actually right on the money. I am gay,” Rodney admitted. “Ah, well… It’s still a ways away from your stop so how about we have some fun?” the polar bear asked. Despite his age, he was blushing and wearing the look of a nervous college student. “Sure.” “O-okay. I can pull the truck over and we can-” “You don’t have to do that,” Rodney cut off. He unbuckled the seatbelt and was already crawling over the polar bear’s side. “Just keep driving and I’ll take care of the rest…” Harv gulped and kept both hands on the wheel while feeling one of Rodney’s hands rubbing over his thigh, making its way towards his crotch. Fingers rubbed over the crotch, and his already plumped up member responded to the contact, twitching a bit and swelling up even more. A bit more rubbing was given, before the zipper was found. Slowly pulling it down opened the shorts up and to monkey’s surprise there was no underwear to restrain the ursine’s bearhood. It unexpectedly sprung right out, being in a semi-hard state. It twitched some more, starting to stand up fully. Harv groaned a bit, feeling his cock reach its fully erect state. He was more pent up that he was willing to admit, it being nearly two weeks since having the touch of someone else. Rodney gawked at the bear’s erection. It looked to be about 4 inches, not overly lengthy but making up for that was the sheer thickness. Rodney took hold of it, being nearly too big for his own large primate hand to wrap around. But when getting a grip it could be felt pulsing against his touch, the warmth spreading out to his hand. Shuddering a bit himself, Rodney began to gently stroke, tugging up and down at slow rhythm, watching the foreskin being moved as well, going over the even thicker looking tip before coming back down. Just as warned, the polar bear had to put more focus than usual into driving. Just the simple handjob was enough to send waves through him, making him moan deeply from the touch. The monkey’s hand had been wrapped around him gently but the grip was getting a bit tighter as the stroking picked up pace as well. “O-oh man…” Harv murred, gripping the wheel tighter. Chuckling, Rodney continued to jerk the cock at a steady pace with one hand while the other was aiming a bit lower. It sank into the khakis and fished out the bear’s plump balls. In addition to the jerking, the monkey’s other hand began rubbing the pair of furry orbs at about the same pace, tracing his finger along the curvature. Along with the warmth he could also feel how heavy they were, suggesting that the polar bear hadn’t even jerked off since his last sexual encounter. While ogling and playing with the white furred balls, he felt something sticky on his hand. Looking just a bit higher he saw the ooze of fresh precum running out from the tip. Still moving it up and down, his hand was getting even wetter with the fluid, more of it slowly spilling out of the bear. He took a few seconds, letting go of the shaft to lick up the substance. It was sticky on his tongue and had the typical salty taste but with a hint of something more than intrigued him. Not leaving the bear alone for long, Rodney resumed where he left off. While pumping up and down he made sure his hand was also smearing the slick and warm stuff along the cock it came from. From there a wet sound could be heard each time his hand slid along the thick length, still watching the now messy tip still spilling juices all over the underside, left to be collected and smeared along by the monkey’s hand. Feeling this, Harv was moaning out even louder. He was still blushing, his hands trembling while still working to keep the truck steady. They had reached the highway while it was relatively empty it still wasn’t a good idea to let a semi go swerving all over the place. One top of the base pleasure he felt, the addition of his own precum allowed the hand to smoothly slide along his thick tool, tugging his foreskin in either direction was an added bonus at this point. With every stroke and rub of both cock and balls, the polar bear was making more and more of a mess. Both hands were sticky with thick precum, it being rubbed into the balls as well. The truck was so clean and though Harv likely wouldn’t mind, Rodney didn’t want to make a mess of the floor. He underestimated just how much those swollen balls had to give. Realizing that mistake, the monkey decided to move onto the really good stuff. Sure Harv was big but this wasn’t his first time taking on a guy much bigger than himself. Just as the hand pulled away again it was replaced by the soft touch of his lips, already spreading themselves around the fat wet tip. He heard more noise coming from Harv, a deep huff and growl-like sound coming from overhead as the primate took more into his mouth. Getting himself adjusted to the size, Rodney was able to ease down closer and closer to the base. Feeling it touch and roll over his tongue, pulsing and shooting a line of precum got a muffled hum out of the bent over male. Just feeling how big it was sent shivers of excitement through Rodney, his own cock twitching within his shorts. But he ignored that for now and focused on servicing the polar bear, taking all four inches into his mouth, having it spread wide around the flesh. His tongue was already slathered in the tasty precum, it being milked out by small suckles from the wrapped lips and steady grinding of the tongue along the underside. Harv did shake some and the truck swerved just a bit as Rodney began to bob his head up and down, his mouth smoothly raising and lowering along all four inches. He started out at a steady pace, not going very fast but not slow either. From his previous work it was easy to tell how pent up the ursine was and there was no intention in teasing him further. Feeling the cock grinding along his tongue, he swallowed down the ropes of precum that shot out with more force. His other hand was still teasing and giving small squeezes to the pair of orbs, feeling them churning harder than before. While bobbing up and down, he licked up the precum that still came from the tip. He felt the bear’s cock pulsing harder inside of his mouth, feeling that he was close to his limits. While swiping his tongue along anywhere he could there came a sudden buck of the bigger male’s hips. It stuffed his mouth full even more, nearly reaching his throat. Rodney’s yellow eyes widened but he didn’t falter, holding out until the hips drew back. “S-sorry. Just feels so good…” Understanding and even being flattered by the act, the primate kept up his sucking, giving some extra focus to the tip. His tongue wedged its way under the foreskin and traced all the way around while cleaning away the precum that leaked in there. Hearing the grunts getting more intense, Rodney bounced his head up and down, going faster and keeping his lips firmly pressed to the length, feeling every throb that just got harder and harder… The bear threw his head back, all but roaring as he came hard into his ride-along’s mouth. It had all felt so good and even while shooting the backed up ropes of his climax, he felt the monkey’s clearly talented mouth still moving and squeezing his shaft. He felt Rodney jerking a bit and heard the gulps of his seed being swallowed down. While shaking hard, the bear tried his best to keep the truck steady, enduring while spilling the last of his load into the other male’s mouth. Rodney managed to drink it all down and used his tongue a bit more to clean away the thick spunk, finally pulling away with a wet pop sound. “T-that was…” Harv sighed deeply. He couldn’t finish the words, having noticed that the truck was running into the next lane. A sharp swerve came that knocked the smaller male back into his seat. But he didn’t mind, licking the last of the seed from his lips. “Thanks. I’m usually the one on top,” Rodney chuckled, feeling rather proud of himself. He had enough experience in giving someone else pleasure but wasn’t always as certain in those abilities. [center]***[/center] True to the polar bear’s words, he got the monkey a good chunk of the way. Over the night, Harv had gotten his new friend not just past the highway but also two towns over. But the next stop was the furthest they would be going together. “You’ll find someone else to take you further,” Harv told him. It was a popular truck stop and the people who took a rest there rode out to all kinds of places. Surely someone would be at least heading towards Goldshore. Along the way, he got the younger male something to eat, showing much generosity and in return Rodney eased his head down between the polar bear’s legs again. Another night came and it was time for the two of them to part ways. With the bag worn on his back, Rodney was dropped off at the BlueNight Truck Stop. He said goodbye and waved the bear off as he drove away. Yet another morning and Rodney had to find his next lift. There was nothing more for him to do. Stepping out into the large parking lot, he surveyed the area. It was prime time for many trucks to be driving off and he could already see a few of them starting up their vehicles. He dared to approach a few of them, openly asking if they were headed for Goldshore. An eagle, elk, and even a pair of crocodiles. None of them were heading for the large city. Not willing to give up he all but shouted out the question, asking if any of them were heading out towards Goldshore. There was no answer given and Rodney hung his head, figuring that he would have to wait for who knows how long… “Psst… Hey you…” The monkey paused and looked around. “Yeah, you. Monkey dude!” He looked to the right and saw a hand waving. Coming in close he could see the back of a trailer being slightly open, the hand sliding back inside. Looking back and forth before he did so, Rodney opened one of the two doors, being surprised that it was unlocked. Waiting for him were three other guys. A raccoon, kangaroo and bulldog. “You’re headed to Goldshore, right?” the bulldog asked. Rodney nodded in response and the others chuckled. “Today’s your lucky day. This truck is headed all the way to the town just beyond there. We’ve been stowed away back here for the last three days. Come on, there’s still plenty of room.” Rodney climbed in and the door was shut behind him. It was dark but a tug on the overhead lamp lit up the trailer. He could see that a bunch of furniture was stacked up. He then realized that this was a moving truck. Whoever this all belonged to looked to have nothing more than the essentials. There was plenty of room in the truck for the stowaways. “Driver will be back any minute now. He’s always rushing around,” the kangaroo said. They all looked about his age. If he were being honest, the monkey expected some ratty looking guys with tattered clothes. But all of them were college aged and wearing simple shirts and pants. They were all just like him. So they started talking and each of them had their own place they wanted to go and the town just before Goldshore would get all of them there. They each had their own story of leaving, the bulldog’s being a bit sad but he was just glad to get away from it all. He told them his own reasons, having no shame about it. This contest was important to him and he was in it to win. Just as he finished, the truck could be heard starting up, rumbling to life. “And we’re off again,” the raccoon said, some excitement being heard in his voice. They continued talking as the truck began to drive away. The drive wouldn’t be long, the others were certain because of the driver’s tendency to race along the roads. He was encouraged to make himself comfortable and did just that. Rodney dug into his bag and unearthed some of the snacks he packed beforehand, passing them to the others. They were grateful and ate into them eagerly. While putting them back inside the bottle of lube popped out and rolled along the floor. “Oops.” Rodney chuckled and grabbed it. “Uh, wait. You shared some food with us and we got a bunch of time to kill so how about…” the raccoon suggested. “How about we have a bit of fun?” the bulldog finished, a tent already showing up in his ripped jeans. “Sure,” Rodney agreed, looking at the other three that were rising up. It was a bit difficult to get around while the truck was moving but they all managed to get in close to each other, taking their pants off. The other three were soon nude from the waist down, showing off their cocks for the monkey to admire. Being the last one, Rodney pulled down his shorts and underwear at once, letting his own length spring out. The others gawked at what stood between his legs. He was shorter than all of them, the bulldog being the shortest at 5 feet and the kangaroo at 6 feet and three inches. But the four foot primate sat with a knowing smirk, letting his impressive cock stand between his legs, being at least 10 inches long and with some added thickness as well. “Damn! Look at that thing!” the bulldog commented. He had seen dicks that big on other guys but it looked even bigger coming from the monkey’s short and athletic frame. Just looking at it was making his mouth water and he wasn’t the only one, all having their eyes on Rodney with an expression of desire. “There’s enough of me to go around,” Rodney said, having full confidence in his tone. He was very sure of himself, being proud of both his size and skills as a skater. He was willing to give himself to others if it would help him get from place to place but he lived for that shocked look when someone got to see just how truly big he was. Having the gazes of three others on him made that feeling flare up within him, feeling his length pulse with need. The three were the first to get into position, making it clear this wasn’t their first time fooling around with each other. The raccoon was in the center while the bulldog was in front and the kangaroo was behind. They were both teasing the presenting male and he clearly loved behind in between two horny males, having hard cocks hovering around his front and back. “Davey loves being a sub,” the bulldog explained. “Shaun and I love giving it to him just as much.” “Try not to give him a sore throat this time, Rocco,” the kangaroo teased. “Come on!” Davey encouraged them. In truth he had been waiting for the next time they would do this. When reaching the next stop they would all part ways and he wanted to get one last get fuck in. “Alright, alright,” Rocco responded. The bulldog was the first to push in, growling as his cock slid smoothly into the raccoon’s mouth. That shut the whining mammal up and he was just as quick to start sucking on the uncut tool, keeping the canine growling from the pleasure. With them already started, Shaun added himself to the equation. Being behind and holding onto the brown furred rump, a simple push forwards eased his length into the soft hole, still being slightly stretched from their last session. “Mmm…” “Fuucck..!” The trailer was filled with the sounds of sex. Shaun was already pounding his dick roughly into the raccoon’s ass, groaning out from how tight it was despite all they had done the last time. Thanks to the lube they were able to use, the kangaroo easily rocked his hips, feeling the soft and warm walls hugging him firmly while his cock slid in and out. From his actions came both the steady clap of his ass being smacked by the marsupial’s hips over and over again. Anyone listening even closer could also hear their balls touching at about the same time. On the other end, Rocco was just as eager. For a while the bulldog stood still and let Davey keep sucking him off. The raccoon had enough room to bob his head back and forth, taking in more inches, letting it slide over his tongue until it reached into his throat. Just like his ass easily taking the kangaroo’s cock, Davey’s throat put up no resistance against the invading tip and following length that sunk inside. Rather than gagging, the raccoon’s throat hugged the other traveler’s cock, already milking precum from the tip. “That’s right, take it all in,” Rocco encouraged, his stubby tail wagging back and forth. He looked back at Rodney, who was watching the three of them going at it. While they fucked, the monkey was teasing his own member, rubbing it steadily to the sight before him. “Hey, come on and join in.” The bulldog caught his attention and encouraged him to join in on the fun. The only reason Rodney hung back was because he didn’t know where to fit in. Davey, the supposed group bottom, had both holes already taken. “You can stuff me with that,” Rocco said, pointing back to the primate’s large cock. Rodney was surprised to hear that. From what he could tell, the canine didn’t look like the kind to be receiving. “...Just make sure to lube me up first…” Chuckling, he grabbed the bottle of lube and applied it to his fingers. When getting behind the taller male, he reached under the small tail and made contact with the rim. Just from smearing the slick fluid along the outside the primate could tell that this hole wasn’t often penetrated, if it all. His fingers eased into the soft rim once the outside was coated in lube. It slowly eased inside, the hole giving way for his digit. Another layer of pleasure could be heard in Rocco’s voice, his ass being spread around the single finger. It popped its way inside and was already dragging the lube along his walls. There was a pause from it being pulled out. Rodney applied more fluid and returned not just one but two fingers to the bulldog’s tailhole. “Urrgh!” Rocco groaned, feeling his hole being stretched even wider. Instead of pain there was a sudden rush of pleasure that came from them fitting in and rubbing against his insides. They not only lubed him but were exploring while in there, touching various spots that made him jump. He could feel his cock throbbing harder and releasing more precum into Davey’s mouth, much to the raccoon’s delight. Once he felt it was ready, Rodney used some more lube on his own cock, getting it plenty slick as a final precaution and preparation. Once completely ready, the monkey placed both hands on Rocco’s hips and began penetrating him. “Ooh… You’ve gotten even tighter,” Rodney huffed, pushing his inches underneath the other male’s tail. “N-no… You’re just that big...fuuuck…” Rocco moaned. He was being filled even more by the monkey’s big cock. It slid into him smoothly thanks to all of the lube and sooner than he expected, every inch was deep inside. Once their bodies connected the bulldog moaned out even louder, being sure that he could feel a bulge in his stomach. His entire body shook hard, another throb of his cock pumping more precum down Davey’s gullet. Rodney was already wanting more, being teased by the warmth and the simple feeling of soft fleshy walls hugging his inches. Once sure that Rocco was ready, he pulled back to the point that his cock slid all the way out. It popped free from the now slightly gaping hole. “S-shit. Come on. Give it to me!” Rocco nearly begged, swaying his hips and grinding his dick a bit inside of the raccoon’s muzzle. Chuckling, Rodney found the hole and lined up before making a forward push that jammed all of his cock back inside. He and the bulldog both raised their voices, taking the unique pleasure that the action brought them. Once fully inserted, the monkey kept himself close and wrapped his arms around before holding tighter. From there he began to hump into the soft hole. It remained tight and gripped his dick snugly whether he was pushing in or pulling back. The moans of three became four as Rodney rocked his lower half. The dog he held onto was moaning out the loudest of all, having both a soft mouth wrapped around his tool and another being thrust deep into his ass. He could feel it touch his prostate and more on its way in, the warmth of precum flowing into him and being smeared along his walls. Like Davey and Shawn, the repeated sound of Rodney’s hips thumping into Rocco’s backside could be clearly heard as well, joined by the wet smacks of both lube and precum making the dog’s interior nice and sloppy. “Damn, giving it to him good,” Shaun commented, watching the monkey rut the canine. He could even see the slight bulge that appeared when every inch was jammed inside. Not wanting to be outdone, the marsupial picked up his own pace, grunting deeply while Davey was making louder muffled sounds. The raccoon’s body was being rocked back and forth from both males on either side of him, filling up both holes and stuffing both holes as deeply as they could. Altogether they picked up the pace, feeling the pleasure rise from their actions. “Ooaahh! I’m gonna cum!” Rocco admitted. He couldn’t last much longer against the dual onslaught of Rodney’s cock and Davey’s mouth. As the next thrust came, the bulldog was grunting deeply as he poured a loud directly into Davey’s stomach. The clenching throat muscles milked more ropes of his essence out, being gulped down as soon it spurt out. One the other side, Rodney suddenly picked up the pace, humping hard and fast against the anal walls that were squeezing down on him with extra force. Rocco continued making noise, his deep growls turning into slightly pitched whimpers from the overstimulation. From the sight, Shaun came next. He could hear Davey drinking down the load and knowing that was enough to get him cumming into the soft hole, pumping it full of his seed. Small additional humps were given, shooting more that painted the raccoon’s insides in his marking. He heard Davey humming comfortably and the kneeling male came as well, being pushed over the edge from it all, spilling his own climax onto the trailer’s floor. The last was Rodney, who huffed through clenched teeth. He made a final hard thrust before cumming hard into the canine’s guts. He stopped moving and kept his cock lodged deep inside while still shooting his thick potent load. It has been a while so the primate had much to give, enough to make the bulldog’s stomach visibly bloat a little before it all came to an end. “Ugh, that felt good…” Rodney muttered, pulling himself free slowly. He heard the wet smack of his length tugging free, leaving the hole stretched and leaking his load a bit. Being a bit pent up himself, the primate was glad to drain that build up in his balls, sighing deeply and settling down with the others. [center]***[/center] “Well, this is our stop.” Just as they said, the ride to the next location was long at all. Once they were parked and heard the departing steps, all of the stowaways had gathered their things and said their goodbyes to each other. Though all knew each other for about a day or a few more, it sounded like lifelong friends were about to part ways forever. The other three were soon off in their own directions, none of them looking back as they all walked away from the truck stop. Rodney took some time to take in his surroundings, seeing the city being both close and far at the same time. Crossing a large body of water was a long and wide bridge and even further beyond that was a stretch of road that seemed to go on. This parking lot was big but not like the other one. At this point it was getting late and there wasn’t any activity either. Sighing, he began to search for a place to spend the night. The monkey didn’t really feel like sticking around, going from truck to truck… There were a few days left before the contest. Surely he could just walk the rest of the way. He didn’t have enough money for a single night in a hotel either… Readjusting his bag, Rodney began walking around, figuring he could just duck in an alley and sleep there. He had done so while waiting for concert tickets once. Instead of being disappointed in not finding an immediate ride, he was actually proud of himself for getting this far. He did just that, ducking into the narrow alley on the side of the building. Lucky for him there were some boxes left by the dumpster. While setting up a makeshift bed out of boxes the monkey was starting to sweat a bit. It wasn’t immediately noticed but now Rodney could sense the change in temperature. The climb was dramatic but the climate was warmer even during the night. That excited him, knowing he was on the cusp of the sunny beach city. “Almost there… The city won’t even know what hit it…” Rodney sighed comfortably after resting on the boxes. Hours later, he slowly opened his eyes and yawned. Feeling a bit stiff, the primate rose from his makeshift bed, missing his actual one way back home. Either way, it was one day closer to the tournament, meaning there was no time to lose. He had a quick breakfast of granola bars and eased out of the alley, seeing that the place was full of a lot more life than the night before. Rodney sighed when looking at all the trucks lined up. There was no way they were headed for Goldshore when the city was already close by… “So close by…” Rodney muttered aloud, taking his board from the bag. In the early morning, the monkey began skating off towards the bridge along the sides; there were lanes for those who wanted to walk along the long structure. That in itself would be a journey but he was willing to see it through. He pressed on and looked around, taking in the scenery as he cruised across the bridge. That large body of water was connected to the ocean, heading way out before spreading out to the vast sea. In addition to the added heat he could feel the gentle breeze of the ocean. It was pleasant and encouraged him to keep going. Eventually he was starting to tire but kept going on his skateboard. There was still a very long way from the city’s entrance but the primate refused to give up hope. He could take a small break and pick up from there… “Oh boy…” Rodney groaned, picking up his board before just walking along the bridge. “Hey. Do you need some help?” Some time later he looked over to see a green van with black stripes along the door. It slowed down so the driver could talk to the guy walking outside. “I’m just trying to get to Goldshore. It’s not that far away.” Rodney chuckled and groaned. “Really? I’m seeing a friend there. Come on, hop in!” the driver called. “Damn, I’m good!” Rodney perked up instantly, fastening the board to his bag before running up and climbing into the van. The string of luck just kept coming. He got himself comfortable after setting his things down and turned to the driver, seeing that it was a stocky brown furred donkey with a bit of grey ending his muzzle. “Thanks for the ride!” “No problem. Couldn’t just leave you walking down the bridge,” the donkey responded. “And it's even better that we’re headed to the same place.” They began talking and Rodney again told of his goal of entering and winning the skating tournament. The bigger male heard him out and nodded. The ride in his van was much faster than walking or skating. They were getting across the bridge, eventually getting over it and watching as the environment continued to change, leaving the structure behind and looking at the scattered trees and bushes that lined the road leading to the city's border. Those many tall buildings were closer than ever and when passing through a short tunnel, Rodney was suddenly introduced to a bustling and colorful city environment. People of every kind were walking along the sidewalk and streets. Many shops were open and inhabited by customers. Rodney could hardly keep still, looking at everything that passed him by. The donkey chuckled, remembering his own first time taking in the sights and sound of the popular tourist location. “Amazing, isn’t it? Now. Where are you headed?” [center]***[/center] Rodney used all of his money to enter himself into the tournament. He was just in time and was going to be competing when it started the very next day. The donkey named Collin let Rodney crash in his van for the time being, having his own intentions of staying a while within the city. They traded numbers and when the monkey called, Collin had arrived at his location to pick him up. The next day the two of them and their own things to do. Rodney used the map on his phone and his own skateboard to get himself to the contest, feeling his body tingle like it had been shocked all night in his sleep. He got there on time and was more than ready to show everyone in the city what a small town monkey like him could do. He did his best whenever it was his turn. Even spending the last few days riding around did little to diminish his skateboarding skills. Making full use of the time given to him, Rodney showed off his tricks and performed them to the best of his ability. When the time was over he was left sweating and wondering what his point tally would be and if his name would be there for the next round… The tournament took nearly the whole day and Rodney stood tall when it was all over. All the points were tallied and he ended off in second place. It wasn’t quite the goal he had been aiming for, it was more than good enough for him. Many were surprised by his mind, seeing he didn’t come from the city like pretty much every other contestant. Seeing their surprise made him grin wider. And for all the traveling he was given a few consolation prizes and $3,000 bonus for getting second place. “I did it…” Rodney repeated to himself. He felt exhausted and yet charged at the same time. With nothing else to do he dialed Collin’s number and in a few minutes the donkey showed up but he wasn’t alone. “How’d it go?” Collin asked curiously. “Second place! Boom!” Rodney’s beamed. “Second place what?” the third asked from the back. Turning around, Rodney could see a small fox with grey and black fur sitting. His large ears flicked and he wore a bored expression. Given the beachside climate the vulpine wore no shirt instead having a red pair of shorts. A pair of gold chains were around his neck as well, dangling a bit as the mammal moved a bit. “That’s Theo, a...friend of mine,” Collin explained. “Don’t lie,” the fennec said, grinning as the donkey shrank a bit. “Friends don’t pay to ride that dick.” Collin gulped, blushing a bit. He looked over to the monkey but Rodney was laughing. “I don’t see any shame in that. I should have charged on my way here.” “Way here? New to the city?” Theo asked. “Well…” For the umpteenth time, the monkey explained what led him to come to the city. While he did Collin began driving, intending to take the fennec back home. Theo listened and couldn’t help but laugh. He couldn't believe that someone would go through all this trouble for some skating contest. But then again the primate did win second place, putting that money where his mouth was. “So, where are you headed now?” Theo asked curiously. “I don’t know,” Rodney admitted with a shrug. “This money could get me a hotel for a bit…” “In Goldshore?” The fennec started to laugh as well. “You got a lot to learn about this place…” The van took them back to a rather big house, having two stories and a lush looking front yard. Theo groaned and got himself out of the van from the back. He stretched and groaned, being glad to be out in the open again. Before closing the back doors he looked back to see Rodney still looking uncertain. “Hey. Rodney. How about you crash at our place?” Theo suggested. “R-really?” the monkey asked. What was this string of luck? Not wanting to jinx it, he collected his stuff and stepped out of the van, keeping pace with the fox. They were about the height with Theo being just a bit shorter. “I’ll talk things through with Haze. You can stick around for a while until you figure something out,” the fox figured. Rodney nodded and followed him inside. He was instantly impressed with the large living room. In fact everything seemed to be large. A big couch that was pointed at a big TV. A game console could be seen on the shelf the television sat upon. “Yo! Haze! I got something to show you!” Theo called. From upstairs came someone else. A big panda with red and white fur. His build was both muscle and chubbiness. A friendly and laid back look instantly came from him, wearing nothing but some loose fitting boxers and having hair long and untamed enough to cover his eyes. “Whoa, who’s that?” Rodney asked, the interest being obvious in his voice. “That’s Haze. He owns this place and most of the stuff in here.” Theo approached the panda. “Hey, who is this? Another friend of yours?” the panda teased but his smaller roommate just rolled his eyes. “His name is Rodney and he’s new around here. Came riding from some small town or whatever,” Theo explained. “And you wanna let him stay here. Aww, so you did make a new friend,” Haze praised, petting the fox on the head. “Look, he just knows what’s up,” the fennec explained, crossing his arms. “So, what do you say?” “Sure, we got plenty of room. What’s one more?” “Huh? You mean, like...permanently?” Theo asked. “Why not. If you like him then that’s enough for me. And it’s getting a bit boring with just the two of us.” “Oh, so I’m not entertaining enough,” Theo said, smirking himself. “I bet this is because he’s my size. You just love us little guys.” “Alright, alright. Let’s just both admit we like him already. Just tell him he can stay here if he wants,” Haze said. The fennec returned to Rodney and told him of the new opportunity. The monkey was stunned that it was all decided just like that. “That’s the kinda guy Haze is. And I like it that way. He says it's alright if you just move on in. We got plenty of space and rooms, pick anyone you like. Except Haze’s or mine,” the fox huffed. “Great! Hope you know what you’re getting into!” Rodney chuckled. And just like that, it was all decided. The monkey called home and told his parents of what happened and asked if they would send his things over with a moving van. He had the money to pay them. The upstairs had four rooms. One belonged to Haze, the other Theo and the other two were guest rooms. Rodney took up one of the guest rooms, having some basic things like shelves and a bed that was both big and comfortable. In fact the room itself was very spacious and had a good view. While he was getting his things unpacked Theo approached and explained some rules about the place. It was the usual about not making messes and things like that. But there was an added rule about money. It turned out that Haze had a lot of it. But those living at his own place would need their own money if they wanted to do things around town or just buy their own stuff. The fox revealed his “small business” as a service stud, having plenty of clients all over the city. He suggested Rodney find something for himself, assuring that the money in his possession wouldn’t be lasting too long in the city. The primate wasn’t the kind to do work… [center]***[/center] Rodney was still adjusting to the city but he enjoyed himself there much more than he did back at home. His stuff had come in and the room was decorated fully to his liking. The monkey didn’t do much more than playing video games and go out to skate for a while at first. But when his funds were finally running out, Rodney was able to find another small skating contest within the city. There were actually a few of them, having various prizes, including money. Theo’s method of making his own income also inspired Rodney to start making some videos. They started out with him just skating around the city. He gained a small following that asked him for some tips so that was his next video subject. “And there..!” Rodney sighed, stepping away from his computer. He had finally finished editing the video. What he wanted to do now was go out and do some actual skating before the day was over. The skate park in Goldshore was leagues better than the one back home. Without a care in the world he practiced and performed all kinds of tricks, catching the eyes of many and asking a few of them to follow him back behind the bathrooms… When coming back to his shared home he would catch up with Haze and Theo, finding them an endearing pair, both being fun in their own ways. Upon returning to his room, the monkey sighed deeply, letting the comfort of the large bed lull him to sleep. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else...