'What's that, avoid gas station truck stops?' 

Who ever thought that didn't really get just how good it was. Sure the toilet seats would probably give you some sort of nasty infection. But, you didn't need to touch them... Not like anyone else ever used them it would have seemed.

This one was no different, the door was off entirely ensuring a fair lack of privacy and the one beside it was seemingly always occupied. This time it was himself and the multiple attempts to tape over the hole drilled into the side of the stall only served to pad the probably ragged edges of it ensuring a relatively 'safe' experience.

For whom was up for debate, the fox who was seated atop as much paper as he could manage on the narrow seat was waiting, the creak of a door soon after brought about familiar and shameful fluttering in his stomach. He had come knowing exactly how to get what he wanted. "Ah fuck, pisser's out." his excitement rising as his faked sign worked.

A jangle of a zipper and then the familiar *zzzp* as it was pulled down preceded the soon torrent of piss, splattering noiselessly into the barely filled bowl, the stink of it wafting through the wide breach. Of which a couple fingers beckoned through moments later, only to be met with abject scorn. "I ain't stickin' my dick in that you filthy queer."

*BANG BANG* on the side of the stall made him jump, the fox's ears lowered and he swallowed his startled noise. There wasn't even the sound of the sink or even paper towels being ripped and discarded afterwards, just the stomping in disgust from the dingy room and if it wasn't on the plunger that kept the door from banging, there would have surely been that to compound the fox's embarrassment.

"Fucking homophobes..." he muttered under his breath long after the probably scary sized trucker had left. But, despite the contempt the fox felt that indelible sense of arousal. The shame and disgust in him a stew of nausea in the pit of his stomach. The scent of the piss still lingered as there hadn't even been the flush of it. 'Well, some people were just pigs in different ways' he thought.

Time passed, the rumble of traffic, the clatter of someone only in long enough to rinse their hands the only other soul to share the mercifully cool restroom. He had left his phone in the car, he couldn't even tell how much time had passed when the excitement burbled up again, this time he couldn't even wait until the other person had relieved himself.

Perhaps strategically so, the guy would have to wait until he was relieved in other ways. So when the fingers beckoned once again, two dark furred fingers and the mottled pink pads below left, a fat and uncut cock followed. It was a thick chunk of meat, some older... whatever it was. All he could see was the dark fur at its base. "Hurry up kid, I don't have all day." came a remarkably tame voice for the south.

Not one to disappointed he obliged, peeling the loose skin back to reveal the glistening tip coated in sweat and what was already pre-cum. Surely some more refined type of traveler he thought. The fantasy of which he indugled wholly as he his tongue scraped it clean, salty and bitter. Though, not offensively so as the other had been. 

He wasn't sure if he was disappointed or not. He'd make do with this fellow he'd suppose. The naked fox squatted down for a little more comfort, the the other male's cock angled upwards so he wasn't the tallest of folks it would seem. Shame, well the short was stacked at least. The fantasy of it all had him hard, the red and knotted pecker dripped pre-cum, one hand tended to himself as he began to noisily slurp at the other male's throbbing length.

The mostly human organ had thick veins along it, a fat... whatever it was that he ran his tongue over and how he'd love a good and proper pounding from it. The cramped stall would make it awkward but... once he was satisfied he pulled away much to his patron's expressed dismay. Soon silenced as he felt a much softer sensation along his shaft. "Ffff.... fuuuuck.." came the gratitude.

He was everything his species was made out to be, ass well travelled from himself and others. hardly ever sated he found a thrill in these anonymous and filthy flings, the hours passing by in relative eager silence save for the sound of hand upon his cock and the fingers in his ass that kept him ready for any cock that came through.

Which he let out an almost sigh of relief as the thick meat speared into him, not the longest but certainly one of the thicker ones he felt. Then there was that thick skin over its head that just made everything so much smoother as he did his best to rock steadily upon the fat cock, his companion returning the favour as best he could given their mutual constraints.

It wasn't long for him, shame. The fox feeling the unmistakable verge in his 'friend' as the last few vinegar strokes came jerkily fast until he felt the cum almost dump into him, thick and slug-like as the other male emptied his load into the slutty vulpine. The sucking squelch of their seal being broken as he slid off, almost business like.

Then it became a transaction as he saw behind him, a couple crisp bills being offered and not one to deny mostly free money he accepted them with as much graciousness as their anonymity could really allow. "There's more where that came from if you let me watch you clean it off." and then it started becoming real, electric and all the filthier.

Should he accept? It's not like there was much distinction from his casual anonymous sex and being a whore, he'd already taken the money. Pensive he had until the other male cleared his throat impatiently, muttering something under his breath about 'tease'. Well, with a *ShlkT* he unlocked the stall and stepped out, the tramp of a fox short even to the bear in the suit. Dark furred, thick of body. Stock, was the word he wanted.

"Fuck, you're just a kid." if that was a deterrent he made a silent gesture that told him to get to it, the fox remaining silent as he knelt down again, his green-ish eyes peering up at him as his lips closed over the spent length, semi-firm and coated what was mostly the other male's cum. The taste familiar-but-not as he suckled and slurped over the fat, dark length. His now actual patron watching him intently as the pearly beads were swiped away and because he was a showman, he swallowed it all.

There was a gruff sort of disgusted approval from the older male, pulling out a couple less-crisp bills and in them folded a business card and after tucking him back in, the bear zipped himself back up and left without having never taken a piss. 

Maybe he was saving it for next time.