WHAT AN ASS

First Edition: 2026

WHAT AN ASS

BIG HANK “PAPA BEAR”

Papa Bear saved it for his mouth

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental.

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This story is for adults only (+18).

All characters are adults.

I’d had my ass stuck to the seat for twelve hours when I pulled the truck into the rest area, at the back, where the service-area light doesn’t reach. It was past midnight. I killed the engine and the silence dropped on me all at once. The cab smelled of me. Old sweat in the T-shirt. Diesel on my hands. Seat leather, hot from the whole day. And under that, closer, the smell of a man who hasn’t got up off his own ass since noon.

My back hurt. My eyes burned. But what was really throbbing was lower, between my cheeks, where my underwear had gone damp and stuck in the crack. Every time I changed gear, the cloth worked into the cleft. Every bump rubbed my hole. I hadn’t showered in two days. I’d shit in a gas-station bathroom, standing, in a hurry, and the paper was shit: I wiped twice and left it. I knew what I had back there. Sweat. Hair matted down. A bitter, earthy trace, already dry on the edge of the pucker. It didn’t disgust me. It got my cock hard in my pants.

I didn’t want a shower. I wanted Vic. He liked my big hairy ass, open for his face, and he’d told me more than once, mouth still wet: the more flavor it had, the better he ate it.

Today he was going to find it the way he liked it, sweaty, the whole day worked into the crack. And I liked that. Feeling his nose buried between my cheeks, his beard scraping me, his tongue searching, and hearing him grunt with pleasure while he ate it, like he didn’t want to take his face out of there.

I took out my phone.

“Just ...