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The cub stomped awkwardly at me to warn me off. \n\n\t“Whoa buddy, calm down there,” I said. “You’re in [i]my[/i] truck.” The cub whirled around and lifted his tail at me through his shorts. I started laughing. \n\n\t“It is not funny! I will stink you good…” the cub said in a boyish voice. \n\n\t“Yeah?” I asked. \n\n\t“Yeah!” the cub replied firmly. \n\n\t“The only thing you’re going to stink is your wet britches,” I said. I turned and lifted my own tail from under my kilt and aimed both nozzles at the kit. Us skunks usually wore kilts or specially altered shorts or pants with a tail opening that dipped below our anal glands so we could spray if needed. The kit was not wearing anything like that.\n\n\t“No, don’t!” the kit whined. I suddenly smelled spicy ammonia as a puddle formed at the cub’s bare feet. I dipped my tail back down. \n\n\t“It’s OK, I won’t spray you. What’s your name?” I asked. \n\n\t“Charley,” the kit replied. \n\n\t“Nice to meet you, Charley. I’m Josh. Now, why are you in my truck?” I asked.\n\n\t“I’m sorry… I didn’t know it was yours. I’ll leave,” the cub said sadly. \n\n\t“Were you out here alone in the rain?” I asked. \n\n\t“Yes. My mom said to wait here and drove away,” the kit said. “How long have you been out here?” I asked. \n\t\n\t“4 moons I think” the cub answered. [i]Oh Gaia,[/i] I thought, [i]he’s abandoned. He hasn’t eaten for half a week[/i]\n\n\t“Are you hungry?” I asked. The kit nodded hard. “There’s some food in the fridge there,” I said, pointing to it. “Eat what you like. Let’s get you out of those wet dirty clothes first.” \n\n\t“Wait. Are you one of those cubfurs?” the cub asked. \n\n\t“Well… yes, I am, I am not supposed to be around cubs in fact. I can shut the curtain if you want before you get undressed,” I replied. “I promise I won’t open it.” \n\n\tThe kit made a serious face and said, “you better not.” I slid the curtains that separated the sleeper from the cab closed. \n\n\t“OK, what do I do with them?” the cub asked. \n\n\t“Put your shorts and unders in the bucket with the blue top. Throw your shirt out here,” I replied. \n\n\tI heard the bucket lid pop open and the clothes splash into the water inside, then the curtain parted a little and a shirt flew out and hit my chest. \n\n\t“If you want to cover up, you can grab one of my shirts from the cabinet next to the fridge. When you’re done, open the curtain,” I told the cub. \n\n\tThere was rustling and then the curtain opened. The kit was wearing one of my smaller shirts which came down to the knees on them. \n\n\t“Get some food kit,” I told them. They grabbed fruit and nuts and some cicada that I had in a bowl and started devouring the food. \n\n\t“I gotta get going soon, the rain is stopping. Your shirt is almost done, but your bottoms still need to dry,” I told them. \n\n\tThe cub looked up at me and asked “Mamma ain’t commin back to get me, is she?” \n\n\t[i]I’m a fool[/i] I thought [i]what should I say?[/i] \n\n\t“She said she didn’t want me anymore the last time I did a bad thing,” they told me. \n\n\t[i]Well, I’ll be blunt[/i] I considered. \n\n\t“Charley, I don’t think she’s gonna come back…,” I said sadly. The cub sniffled and looked at me. \n\n\t“Can I come with you then? I don’t like being alone,” they said. I thought for a moment. This was risky. I didn’t want to go back to prison again. [i]I can do this right[/i] I thought. But damned if the kit didn’t remind me of Davy, the cub that landed me behind bars… \n\n\t“OK, jump in the seat and buckle up,” I said. They did at once with a gentle but sad smile. [i]Fuck… here we go.[/i]\n\n\tWe set off down the highway. Charley spent the whole time quietly considering his current situation while staring at the landscape. Mile after mile we rolled down the highway. There really wasn’t much between Las Vegas and Twin Falls, but the cub watched every mile roll by. \n\n\t“I gotta pee,” the kit said out of nowhere. \n\n\t“Uh, do you sit or stand to pee?” I asked, unsure of the cub’s gender. \n\n\t“I stand, I’m a big boycub!” he said proudly. \n\n\t“Oh, there’s a bottle with a handle there. You can pee in that,” I said gesturing to a hand urinal I carried for emergencies and routine use. “Don’t worry, it’s empty,” I said, noticing his worried look. Charley unbuckled and slid down off the seat, and his shirt ran up revealing his fuzzy black sheath and balls. [i]Yep,[/i] I thought [i]it's definitely a boycub.[/i] \n\t\n\tHe grabbed the urinal, popped the top and pulled back on his sheath to reveal the tip of his pizzle, which he aimed into the container and released his stream. I tried to keep my eyes on the road as he began to fill the plastic jug. The sound of the flow made me think of his pizzle and I glanced over as he finished with a squirt and a shake. Charley set the bottle down after screwing the cap on and jumped back up, buckling his seat-belt. \n\n\t“I saw you looking…” he said accusingly. [i]Shit[/i] I thought. \n\n\t“Yeah… sorry kit,” I said honestly embarrassed. \n\n\t“I guess it’s OK if you look at it. Do you like looking at boycub pizzles?” he asked curiously. I swallowed hard. \n\n\t“Uh… yes, I do. I’m not supposed to look though, I could get in trouble if someone saw,” I replied sheepishly. \n\t\n\t“It’s just us… it’s a stupid thing. You’re just looking. I won’t tell anyone you looked,” he said sweetly. [i]I am so fucked…[/i] I realized. And we rolled on until moon-rise. \n\t\n\tWe pulled into another deserted rest area for the night. As Charley climbed down and ran to the commode, I rinsed his bottoms in my other bucket and hung them up to dry in front of the heating vent. I had to get him clothed again, before this evolved. By the time he got back, his bottoms were almost dry, and I gestured to them. \n\t\n\t“Almost ready to get dressed?” I asked. \n\t\n\t“Nope, its bedtime. Where do I sleep? I don’t think I can climb to the top one…” he said. \t\n\n\t“You can sleep on the bottom bunk, I guess. Throw me a pillow,” I told him. He tossed me one of the many pillows on my bunk and I grabbed an extra blanket from the overhead and tossed it all on the top bunk. Charley messed the bed around and then pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his soft furry body in full. [i]Gods damn this boy[/i] I thought as I felt my pizzle twitch. \n\n\t“You’re looking again, aren’t you?” he asked. \n\n\t“Yeah…” I chittered sheepishly. \n\n\t“Am I cute?” he asked. I didn’t like where this was going. \n\n\t“Sure. You’re a cute kit. Let’s get to bed. We have an early start,” I said, starting to climb up. My knee popped loudly as I put my full weight on it. \n\n\t“Are you OK?” the cub asked. \n\n\t“Yeah, I just don’t climb well,” I replied. \n\n\t“You can sleep down here,” Charley said. \n\t\n\t“I, uh, don’t think that’s a good idea Charley,” I told him. \n\t\n\t“It’s OK, you can sleep next to me!” he replied excitedly. I honestly didn’t think it was, but I couldn’t exactly climb up right now anyways… I grabbed my pillow and blanket and threw them on the bed. \n\t\n\t“You want inside or outside?” I asked. \n\n\t“I wanna sleep by the wall,” he replied, jumping onto all fours on the bed. His position naturally lifted his tail and revealed his hole. I caught the scent of his thiols, potent at his young age. [i]Shit, if he’d sprayed, I would’ve never gotten the stink out[/i] I mused. He pulled the blanket over himself and curled up on the bed. I stepped into the cab, shut the curtain and threw a pair of skunk altered boxers on, pushed back into the sleeper and climbed into the bunk, pulling my own blanket over myself. The kit was already softly snoring and I joined him in slumber soon after my head hit the pillow.\n\t\n\tI woke to the bunk lightly rumbling. I opened one eye slightly and immediately regretted it. I had rolled facing the kit. He was on his back and had his paw wrapped around his pizzle. He was gently humping it and had his eyes closed as he played with his cubhood. I shut my eyes and then opened them again. I couldn’t touch, but the cub [i]did[/i] say I could look at him. I watched as he pounded his paws which were now both clasped around his pink length. I don’t know when I got hard, but I was leaking my own precum all over my boxers and leg as I watched the kit work himself closer to climax. Suddenly, the cub pumped a few slow but hard strokes and let out a deep sigh of relief… and opened his eyes to look [i]directly[/i] into mine. I tried to pretend I had just awoken, but the kit wasn’t buying it. He removed his paws from his twitching pizzle and let me see it in all its spasming glory. The cub was pretty big for a male his size. Big enough to mate, but lacking the seed that would gush forth later in life. I was transfixed on his twitching stick. My own pizzle seemed to twitch in time to his spasms. \n\n\t“That felt really good… do you ever rub yours?” he asked breathily. [i]I.can’t.have.this.conversation.[/i] I thought, but my Gods forsaken tongue betrayed me. \n\n\t“Yeah…” I said, breathing shallowly. \n\n\t“Can I see you do yours..? If you wanna…” he asked. [i]FUCK FUCK FUCK[/i] I thought, but what came out of my mouth was \n\n\t“Uh, I, um, trouble, not supposed to, I really-”. He cut my reason off with a simple devious sentence: “Its natural to do it. And you saw me so its only fair I can see you back”. I still tried to be logical with him “I should stay under the blanket”. The kit simply said OK, and got up and went to step off the bunk. His foot caught the blanket and pulled it completely off me, revealing the large tent my pizzle was making under the fabric of my silk boxers. \n\n\t“Oops!” he giggled. I shifted to pull the blanket back over myself and my pizzle decided at that moment to explode through my fly. The cub opened his mouth in awe as I burst forth from the silken confines of my boxers. \n\n\t“Whoa, you’re [i]BIG[/i],” he observed. I instinctively sought to cover my erection, but the kit noticed and pleaded “please! I wanna see!!!” [i]It was over. How could I say no to him[/i].\n\n\n\t“OK, but please don’t tell anyone?” I begged. \n\n\tCharley smiled and said “I can keep a secret.” I reached down and shrugged off my boxers, revealing everything to the eager kit. The cub smiled and jumped back into his spot on the bunk so he could get a better view. \n\n\t“Can I watch you rub it?” he asked. \n\n\t“Reach into the cubby behind you and grab the black bag,” I asked. Charley rooted around and pulled out what I asked. I pulled out my toy, the “Pepe”, a silicon skunk butt named after a mephit folk hero from France. I lubed it and myself up from a bottle I kept in the bag. \n\t\n\t“What’s that?” the cub asked. \n\t\n\t“It’s for rubbing your pizzle with,” I explained. Charley nodded, watching lewdly as I slipped the tip in. I slowly pushed my length inside the tight silicon toy, being careful to not climax immediately. I could have at a touch honestly… and once I was hilted, the tip poked out the back of the toy. [i]The kit was definitely going to get a show…[/i] \n\t\n\tI began to slowly stroke my pizzle with it, each slide agony for my aching balls. It felt more intense than usual… probably because there was a nude boycub right next to me whom I’d just witnessed pleasuring himself. I glanced at the kit. His eyes were locked on my crotch, seeming to encourage every plunge into the toy. His own pizzle was engorged and emerging from his shiny black furred sheath. I watched his hand wander down to his cubhood and start rubbing it. Soon, he was fully hard and pawing in time to my strokes. \n\n\t“Tell me when you are about to feel it,” I told him. He nodded and swallowed hard. \n\n\t“I think I’m -” he blurted out. \n\tThe glassy look in his eyes told me the cub was climaxing. An electric wave traveled from my balls, through my body and up my pizzle as I reached my own finish. I hilted the toy with a grunt as cum erupted from my spasming length. The first spurt came so forcefully that it hit the bottom of the upper bunk with a wet splat. The next few fired rapidly and arced over and splattered onto the kit as I tried to avoid hitting the bunk again. I tried to aim away, but the cub grabbed the toy and began sliding it in time with my spasms. \n\t[i]What the fuck are you doing?[/i] I thought as he milked my seed onto his body. \n\n\tHis controlling of my orgasm was too much and I felt myself get light-headed. Shot after shot, now coming harder and fuller with his touch, slathered him in skunk semen. After what felt like forever, the orgasm began to subside and my spurts became dribbles.\n\n\tWhen I could finally open my eyes, I looked at the kit, just in time to see him licking himself clean of my juices. It was too much. My head swam and the sleeper went black.\n\n\t“Are you ok?” a small voice asked me. I groggily opened my eyes. Charley was kneeling over me, concerned. \n\n\t“Uh, yeah, I think so… you just… caught me off guard,” I tried to explain. \n\n\t“I didn’t mean to hurt you… I like you and I thought you would like what I did,” the cub lamented. \n\n\t“You didn’t hurt me, and I liked it… a [i]lot[/i], maybe too much,” I laughed. \n\n\tThe kit brightened. “Oh, is that why you went to sleep?” he asked innocently. \n\n\t“Um, I didn’t go to sleep, I passed out. I wasn’t expecting you to touch me or… lick yourself clean,” I said sheepishly. \n\n\t“It smelled good, so I licked it off,” the cub said shrugging. \n\n\t“Didn’t it taste weird or gross to you?” I asked. “No! I liked how it tasted. It tasted way better than wolf juices,” the kit explained. [i]Wolf juices???[/i] \n\n\t“Wolf juices?” I asked. \n\n\t“Yeah, I has a wolf step brother who used to play pizzles with me. He would squirt in my mouth after I licked his! I think skunk tastes better than wolf though,” the cub explained seriously. \n\n\t[i]Oh[/i] I thought. \n\n\t“I smell like you now!” Charley said, laughing. \n\n\tI laughed with him. “Yes, you do!”\n\n\tWe laughed for a while and then I got up and tossed him his clothing. “We gotta get dressed, eat and get to driving,” I told him. The kit got his clothes on and I made some food for us. We ate and got buckled in. We were on the road shortly after for our next long drive…\n\nDokkulfr\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "(This story, like most of mine, takes place on an Alternate Earth, where most species evolved a ‘sapiens’ strain, instead of just Apes. To differentiate themselves from the endangered Homo sapiens, they use animal terms like ‘pizzle’ (animal penis). Some ‘apewords’, their term for human slang, have entered their lexicon, but they prefer their own common lexicon. They are quite fond of terms for animal parts that the ‘furless ones’ developed: cookie, red rocket, lipstick, etc! You’ll see a lot of Furglish in my stories x3)

Mid-April.
South of Ely, Nevada.
Somewhere along Highway 93, heading North.

“Damn,” I said aloud to no one.

\tThe rain was getting crazy. I saw a rest area ahead and flipped my hazards on. The lights on the truck lit up the wet deserted highway. I let up on the accelerator and then braked when I had slowed enough to safely do so. The rest area was deserted. I pulled into a spot closest to the single restroom and pulled the air brake. The hiss echoed across the landscape. Grabbing my jacket, I hopped down from the cab and slogged over to the toilet.

\t“That coffee went right through me,” I said as I let my overstuffed bladder empty into the sewer hole. Shaking the last few drops from my pizzle, I tucked myself back into my kilt and opened the door.

\tThe rain had become a full storm, and I rushed through it to get back to my rig. I hauled myself up into the driver's seat and took off my coat. As I turned to hang it up, I caught movement in the sleeper. Instinctively, I raised my tail to spray but held back when I saw what was sitting on my bunk.

\tThe poor cub was soaked through. Could not have been more than five or six years. The cub stomped awkwardly at me to warn me off.

\t“Whoa buddy, calm down there,” I said. “You’re in my truck.” The cub whirled around and lifted his tail at me through his shorts. I started laughing.

\t“It is not funny! I will stink you good…” the cub said in a boyish voice.

\t“Yeah?” I asked.

\t“Yeah!” the cub replied firmly.

\t“The only thing you’re going to stink is your wet britches,” I said. I turned and lifted my own tail from under my kilt and aimed both nozzles at the kit. Us skunks usually wore kilts or specially altered shorts or pants with a tail opening that dipped below our anal glands so we could spray if needed. The kit was not wearing anything like that.

\t“No, don’t!” the kit whined. I suddenly smelled spicy ammonia as a puddle formed at the cub’s bare feet. I dipped my tail back down.

\t“It’s OK, I won’t spray you. What’s your name?” I asked.

\t“Charley,” the kit replied.

\t“Nice to meet you, Charley. I’m Josh. Now, why are you in my truck?” I asked.

\t“I’m sorry… I didn’t know it was yours. I’ll leave,” the cub said sadly.

\t“Were you out here alone in the rain?” I asked.

\t“Yes. My mom said to wait here and drove away,” the kit said. “How long have you been out here?” I asked.
\t
\t“4 moons I think” the cub answered. Oh Gaia, I thought, he’s abandoned. He hasn’t eaten for half a week

\t“Are you hungry?” I asked. The kit nodded hard. “There’s some food in the fridge there,” I said, pointing to it. “Eat what you like. Let’s get you out of those wet dirty clothes first.”

\t“Wait. Are you one of those cubfurs?” the cub asked.

\t“Well… yes, I am, I am not supposed to be around cubs in fact. I can shut the curtain if you want before you get undressed,” I replied. “I promise I won’t open it.”

\tThe kit made a serious face and said, “you better not.” I slid the curtains that separated the sleeper from the cab closed.

\t“OK, what do I do with them?” the cub asked.

\t“Put your shorts and unders in the bucket with the blue top. Throw your shirt out here,” I replied.

\tI heard the bucket lid pop open and the clothes splash into the water inside, then the curtain parted a little and a shirt flew out and hit my chest.

\t“If you want to cover up, you can grab one of my shirts from the cabinet next to the fridge. When you’re done, open the curtain,” I told the cub.

\tThere was rustling and then the curtain opened. The kit was wearing one of my smaller shirts which came down to the knees on them.

\t“Get some food kit,” I told them. They grabbed fruit and nuts and some cicada that I had in a bowl and started devouring the food.

\t“I gotta get going soon, the rain is stopping. Your shirt is almost done, but your bottoms still need to dry,” I told them.

\tThe cub looked up at me and asked “Mamma ain’t commin back to get me, is she?”

\tI’m a fool I thought what should I say?

\t“She said she didn’t want me anymore the last time I did a bad thing,” they told me.

\tWell, I’ll be blunt I considered.

\t“Charley, I don’t think she’s gonna come back…,” I said sadly. The cub sniffled and looked at me.

\t“Can I come with you then? I don’t like being alone,” they said. I thought for a moment. This was risky. I didn’t want to go back to prison again. I can do this right I thought. But damned if the kit didn’t remind me of Davy, the cub that landed me behind bars…

\t“OK, jump in the seat and buckle up,” I said. They did at once with a gentle but sad smile. Fuck… here we go.

\tWe set off down the highway. Charley spent the whole time quietly considering his current situation while staring at the landscape. Mile after mile we rolled down the highway. There really wasn’t much between Las Vegas and Twin Falls, but the cub watched every mile roll by.

\t“I gotta pee,” the kit said out of nowhere.

\t“Uh, do you sit or stand to pee?” I asked, unsure of the cub’s gender.

\t“I stand, I’m a big boycub!” he said proudly.

\t“Oh, there’s a bottle with a handle there. You can pee in that,” I said gesturing to a hand urinal I carried for emergencies and routine use. “Don’t worry, it’s empty,” I said, noticing his worried look. Charley unbuckled and slid down off the seat, and his shirt ran up revealing his fuzzy black sheath and balls. Yep, I thought it's definitely a boycub.
\t
\tHe grabbed the urinal, popped the top and pulled back on his sheath to reveal the tip of his pizzle, which he aimed into the container and released his stream. I tried to keep my eyes on the road as he began to fill the plastic jug. The sound of the flow made me think of his pizzle and I glanced over as he finished with a squirt and a shake. Charley set the bottle down after screwing the cap on and jumped back up, buckling his seat-belt.

\t“I saw you looking…” he said accusingly. Shit I thought.

\t“Yeah… sorry kit,” I said honestly embarrassed.

\t“I guess it’s OK if you look at it. Do you like looking at boycub pizzles?” he asked curiously. I swallowed hard.

\t“Uh… yes, I do. I’m not supposed to look though, I could get in trouble if someone saw,” I replied sheepishly.
\t
\t“It’s just us… it’s a stupid thing. You’re just looking. I won’t tell anyone you looked,” he said sweetly. I am so fucked… I realized. And we rolled on until moon-rise.
\t
\tWe pulled into another deserted rest area for the night. As Charley climbed down and ran to the commode, I rinsed his bottoms in my other bucket and hung them up to dry in front of the heating vent. I had to get him clothed again, before this evolved. By the time he got back, his bottoms were almost dry, and I gestured to them.
\t
\t“Almost ready to get dressed?” I asked.
\t
\t“Nope, its bedtime. Where do I sleep? I don’t think I can climb to the top one…” he said. \t

\t“You can sleep on the bottom bunk, I guess. Throw me a pillow,” I told him. He tossed me one of the many pillows on my bunk and I grabbed an extra blanket from the overhead and tossed it all on the top bunk. Charley messed the bed around and then pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his soft furry body in full. Gods damn this boy I thought as I felt my pizzle twitch.

\t“You’re looking again, aren’t you?” he asked.

\t“Yeah…” I chittered sheepishly.

\t“Am I cute?” he asked. I didn’t like where this was going.

\t“Sure. You’re a cute kit. Let’s get to bed. We have an early start,” I said, starting to climb up. My knee popped loudly as I put my full weight on it.

\t“Are you OK?” the cub asked.

\t“Yeah, I just don’t climb well,” I replied.

\t“You can sleep down here,” Charley said.
\t
\t“I, uh, don’t think that’s a good idea Charley,” I told him.
\t
\t“It’s OK, you can sleep next to me!” he replied excitedly. I honestly didn’t think it was, but I couldn’t exactly climb up right now anyways… I grabbed my pillow and blanket and threw them on the bed.
\t
\t“You want inside or outside?” I asked.

\t“I wanna sleep by the wall,” he replied, jumping onto all fours on the bed. His position naturally lifted his tail and revealed his hole. I caught the scent of his thiols, potent at his young age. Shit, if he’d sprayed, I would’ve never gotten the stink out I mused. He pulled the blanket over himself and curled up on the bed. I stepped into the cab, shut the curtain and threw a pair of skunk altered boxers on, pushed back into the sleeper and climbed into the bunk, pulling my own blanket over myself. The kit was already softly snoring and I joined him in slumber soon after my head hit the pillow.
\t
\tI woke to the bunk lightly rumbling. I opened one eye slightly and immediately regretted it. I had rolled facing the kit. He was on his back and had his paw wrapped around his pizzle. He was gently humping it and had his eyes closed as he played with his cubhood. I shut my eyes and then opened them again. I couldn’t touch, but the cub did say I could look at him. I watched as he pounded his paws which were now both clasped around his pink length. I don’t know when I got hard, but I was leaking my own precum all over my boxers and leg as I watched the kit work himself closer to climax. Suddenly, the cub pumped a few slow but hard strokes and let out a deep sigh of relief… and opened his eyes to look directly into mine. I tried to pretend I had just awoken, but the kit wasn’t buying it. He removed his paws from his twitching pizzle and let me see it in all its spasming glory. The cub was pretty big for a male his size. Big enough to mate, but lacking the seed that would gush forth later in life. I was transfixed on his twitching stick. My own pizzle seemed to twitch in time to his spasms.

\t“That felt really good… do you ever rub yours?” he asked breathily. I.can’t.have.this.conversation. I thought, but my Gods forsaken tongue betrayed me.

\t“Yeah…” I said, breathing shallowly.

\t“Can I see you do yours..? If you wanna…” he asked. FUCK FUCK FUCK I thought, but what came out of my mouth was

\t“Uh, I, um, trouble, not supposed to, I really-”. He cut my reason off with a simple devious sentence: “Its natural to do it. And you saw me so its only fair I can see you back”. I still tried to be logical with him “I should stay under the blanket”. The kit simply said OK, and got up and went to step off the bunk. His foot caught the blanket and pulled it completely off me, revealing the large tent my pizzle was making under the fabric of my silk boxers.

\t“Oops!” he giggled. I shifted to pull the blanket back over myself and my pizzle decided at that moment to explode through my fly. The cub opened his mouth in awe as I burst forth from the silken confines of my boxers.

\t“Whoa, you’re BIG,” he observed. I instinctively sought to cover my erection, but the kit noticed and pleaded “please! I wanna see!!!” It was over. How could I say no to him.


\t“OK, but please don’t tell anyone?” I begged.

\tCharley smiled and said “I can keep a secret.” I reached down and shrugged off my boxers, revealing everything to the eager kit. The cub smiled and jumped back into his spot on the bunk so he could get a better view.

\t“Can I watch you rub it?” he asked.

\t“Reach into the cubby behind you and grab the black bag,” I asked. Charley rooted around and pulled out what I asked. I pulled out my toy, the “Pepe”, a silicon skunk butt named after a mephit folk hero from France. I lubed it and myself up from a bottle I kept in the bag.
\t
\t“What’s that?” the cub asked.
\t
\t“It’s for rubbing your pizzle with,” I explained. Charley nodded, watching lewdly as I slipped the tip in. I slowly pushed my length inside the tight silicon toy, being careful to not climax immediately. I could have at a touch honestly… and once I was hilted, the tip poked out the back of the toy. The kit was definitely going to get a show…
\t
\tI began to slowly stroke my pizzle with it, each slide agony for my aching balls. It felt more intense than usual… probably because there was a nude boycub right next to me whom I’d just witnessed pleasuring himself. I glanced at the kit. His eyes were locked on my crotch, seeming to encourage every plunge into the toy. His own pizzle was engorged and emerging from his shiny black furred sheath. I watched his hand wander down to his cubhood and start rubbing it. Soon, he was fully hard and pawing in time to my strokes.

\t“Tell me when you are about to feel it,” I told him. He nodded and swallowed hard.

\t“I think I’m -” he blurted out.
\tThe glassy look in his eyes told me the cub was climaxing. An electric wave traveled from my balls, through my body and up my pizzle as I reached my own finish. I hilted the toy with a grunt as cum erupted from my spasming length. The first spurt came so forcefully that it hit the bottom of the upper bunk with a wet splat. The next few fired rapidly and arced over and splattered onto the kit as I tried to avoid hitting the bunk again. I tried to aim away, but the cub grabbed the toy and began sliding it in time with my spasms.
\tWhat the fuck are you doing? I thought as he milked my seed onto his body.

\tHis controlling of my orgasm was too much and I felt myself get light-headed. Shot after shot, now coming harder and fuller with his touch, slathered him in skunk semen. After what felt like forever, the orgasm began to subside and my spurts became dribbles.

\tWhen I could finally open my eyes, I looked at the kit, just in time to see him licking himself clean of my juices. It was too much. My head swam and the sleeper went black.

\t“Are you ok?” a small voice asked me. I groggily opened my eyes. Charley was kneeling over me, concerned.

\t“Uh, yeah, I think so… you just… caught me off guard,” I tried to explain.

\t“I didn’t mean to hurt you… I like you and I thought you would like what I did,” the cub lamented.

\t“You didn’t hurt me, and I liked it… a lot, maybe too much,” I laughed.

\tThe kit brightened. “Oh, is that why you went to sleep?” he asked innocently.

\t“Um, I didn’t go to sleep, I passed out. I wasn’t expecting you to touch me or… lick yourself clean,” I said sheepishly.

\t“It smelled good, so I licked it off,” the cub said shrugging.

\t“Didn’t it taste weird or gross to you?” I asked. “No! I liked how it tasted. It tasted way better than wolf juices,” the kit explained. Wolf juices???

\t“Wolf juices?” I asked.

\t“Yeah, I has a wolf step brother who used to play pizzles with me. He would squirt in my mouth after I licked his! I think skunk tastes better than wolf though,” the cub explained seriously.

\tOh I thought.

\t“I smell like you now!” Charley said, laughing.

\tI laughed with him. “Yes, you do!”

\tWe laughed for a while and then I got up and tossed him his clothing. “We gotta get dressed, eat and get to driving,” I told him. The kit got his clothes on and I made some food for us. We ate and got buckled in. We were on the road shortly after for our next long drive…

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