LAST GAS FOR 250 MILES
The car being at half charge, Tails pulled off towards the station, hoping they wouldn’t mind letting him plug in for a while, maybe parking for the night (Knuckles’ late arrival had thrown off the whole schedule, but they could handle sleeping in the car for one night).
Rumford leaned back against the pump as he finished his evening routine, watching the sun set. Trash cans were emptied, gas pumps were cleaned off and even the new electric charger was nice and clean, for all it mattered in the middle of windy, dusty nowhere. Most of what he did was routine, wake up, eat breakfast, check the solar panels on his trailer, open the store, work 12 hours, close the store, walk around back to his trailer, relax until bed, repeat. Occasionally get woken up when someone shows up after closing time.
“Excuse me?”
He hadn’t heard a car pull up, but he managed not to be startled at the sudden voice. Car looked custom, and expensive at that (Most hovering ones were).
“You mind if we charge up here?” The fox in the diver seat asked, relieved to see an actual charging station.
With a friendly smile, the station attendant straightened himself up, “It’s what it’s here for. Let me help you out.”
As Rum activated the station and plugged into the car, the driver and his blue passenger hopped out of their car, the fox setting to work cleaning the windscreen as his friend started some stretches in the lot. With the charger hooked up and locked in, it was easy for Rum’s eyes to wander, and boy was there a lot to wander too, be it the the hedgehog’s rump under tight, straining jeans as he bent over double, the slender fox practically splaying his barely covered body across the car hood as he reached for the far end of the windscreen, or their slumbering, spandex-clad friend in the back seat, murring and lightly moaning in his sleep…
Living and working in the middle of nowhere with little constant contact with others outside the person who drives the stock truck, Rum’s reaction was fairly predictable.
Trying to remain casual, Rumford used the ruse of getting a rag from his pocket to adjust himself as he turned his back on his visitors, heading for the rear of the car.
“Whatcha got there?”
And right into the familiar blue fellow that had been on the other side of the lot a few seconds ago, now right in front of Rum, trailing a finger along the bulge in Rum’s overalls.
“Uh, was just gonna…shine the rear lights,” Rum said uneasily, his cock reacting readily to the blue boi’s touch, the bulge growing along the fly at the front of his work clothes.
“Mmhmm,” Blue licked his lips, his finger tracing past the bulge and along the seam, “I’m thinking there’s other rears you’re wanting to work over,” popping one button, then the next, “But I am thinking there’s something here that could use a good spit-shining.”
Corny as the hedgehog’s phrasing sounded, his husky tone had the desired effect as his pony-prick quickly peeked out above the partial opening.
“Oh, would you look at that,” the blue boi whispered softly, stepping towards Rumford, who was now leaning back against the car, and planting a few kisses on the unicorn’s chest before wrapping his lips around the knob resting against his pecs.
“Sonic!” The fox was suddenly next to them, his voice a harsh whisper to avoid waking their friend.
Sonic, who was suddenly looking a lot more familiar to Rumford, looked over to his buddy with a muffled “Mph?”, refusing to take his mouth away from the horse-head.
“Couldn’t you keep it in your pants for fifteen minutes?” the driver sighed in exasperation.
Pulling off the attendants cock, Sonic gave his friend a nervous smile, “Well I did, but it seemed kinda mean to blue-ball big boy here,” Roughly pulling Rum’s front open, a few buttons snapping off his outfit and to the ground as the length of solid horse meat fell to rest on the hedgehog’s shoulder. Rubbing his cheek against the cock, he looked up to his friend, “C’mon Tails, this poor guy’s probably here on his own all day,” A hand moved to cradle the attendants’ swollen balls as the other stroked softly along the length, “WHy not just have some fun while the car is charging? Think of it as a tip,” He said with a wink to his red-faced fox friend.
Tails’ eyes locked onto the dark slab of cock, his daisy-dukes feeling tighter as he unconsciously licked his lips.
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A few sharp beeps jarred him from his nap, much to his own annoyance, but the loud schlucks and slurps, as well as some unfamiliar groans.Sitting up slowly, he peeked over the back of his seat.
He saw the back of a lithe body leaning against the trunk of the car. Sonic’s head was nestled in a spot that made it very obvious was he was slurping at and he could see Tails dragging along their new friend’s length. The unicorn’s grunts were enough for him to know he was in time to catch the tail end of the show.
The pony cock throbbed in Tails’ mouth, the fox only missing the first spurt before he managed to cap the gushing load with his mouth, happily gulping the strong spurts of spunk.
“Don’t hog it all, little buddy,” Through hazy eyes, Tails saw an impatient looking Sonic. The fox reluctantly relinquished his hold on the station employee’s meat, a stray spurt nailing him in the face before the blue blur latched on, finishing off the load as he looked up at the dopey, relaxed expression on Rum’s face.
Clearing the last dregs of cum from the length of meat, Sonic quickly pulled Tails close, locking lips as they shared the steamy seed between them, snowballing back and forth as Rumford looked on, his erection refusing to settle down.
“So,” Knuckles cut in from the back seat, “Is it my turn now?”
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