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I hate AmazOwOn…” he replied with a sarcastic chuckle.\n \n\t“Me too brother, me too,” I related. \n\n\t“Stay safe out there buddy,” he replied. \n\n\t“You too,” I said. \n\n\tThe sheep opened the gate and we rolled out of the yard and onto the road. I wanted to show Charley the Perrine Memorial Bridge, named for Mule Deer rancher who founded the city. It was on the other end of town. There was a Flying Jay truck stop near it that we could overnight at.\n\n\t“Look out your window,” I told the kit as we crossed over the Snake River that winded through the canyon about 500 feet below. \n\n\t“Whoa…” he exclaimed, transfixed by the view.\n \n\t“Yeah, we’re pretty high above it ain’t we?” I asked. \n\n\t“Yeah, it’s pretty far,” he said his jaw on the floor. I smiled, knowing that the cub was enjoying himself. \n\n\t“Ever been to a truck stop before?” I asked\n\n\t“Yeah, but I didn’t get to go inside,” the kit lamented. “Mamma thought I would break something…”\n\n\t“I’m sorry buddy. But, this time you will,” I said hopefully.\n\n\t“I’m glad I get to go with you instead of her. I hate her,” he said angrily.\n\n\tI could have counseled him on things, but truth was, I hated his mother too so I dropped the subject before I made anything fester deeper. \n\n\tAfter a short drive, we arrived at the Flying Jay. The truck stop wasn’t too busy at this hour as most of the overnighters had already headed out to resume their routes. I parked nose in at a back corner space in the lot. Charley rummaged around and found the kilt he’d been given and put it on. He threw on a t-shirt and said he was ready to go. \n\n\t“Here,” I said, handing him one of my smaller vests “do you wanna wear this? It matches mine.”\n\n\t“Yes,” he replied, putting it on “I look just like you now!”\n\n\tThe kit sure did look just like his “Dad”. We actually looked like father and son, so much so that when we headed inside to eat, the waitress asked what she could get for “my son and I”. Charley looked at the menu for a while and then asked if he could have an omelette and potatoes.\n\n\t“Two of the grasshopper and cheese omelette plates with the gravy and cheese potatoes please,” I asked the server, an attractive brown fisher cat named Sandy. \n\n\t“Drinks?” she asked with a smile.\n\n\t“Coffee for me. What do you want kit?” I asked Charley.\n\n\t“Coffee. I want to try coffee!” he said excitedly.\n\n\t“Two coffees please. Could you bring extra creamer, I think the cub is going to need it for his first cup,” I asked.\n\n\t“Sure! Two Forager Omelettes with smothered and covered potatoes and two coffees with an extra creamer, is that correct?” she asked.\n\n\t“Yes ma’am,” I responded.\n\n\t“No problem hun, I’ll be back right away with your coffee and creamers. Meal should take about twenty minutes or so,” she informed us and went to get our drinks.\n\n\t“So kit, what do you think so far? I asked the cub.\n\n\t“It smells amazing! There’s so many things to look at too!” he exclaimed.\n\n\t“The restaurant does smell good,” I observed.\n\n\tShortly, Sandy brought us two steaming cups of coffee and a couple of small metal creamer jugs. I thanked her and she said that the food will be up shortly. “Ok Charley, it’s hot so be careful,” I cautioned. The kit brought the cup to his snout and sniffed it. He licked the top of it and squeaked.\n\n\t“OW!” he exclaimed “that’s really hot! And it tastes kinda icky...”\n\n\t“I told you. You ok?” I asked. He nodded his head. \n\n\t“Put some creamer and sugar in it. It’ll cool it down and make it taste better,” I explained.\n\n\tI showed the cub how I prepare my coffee and he copied me. “Bring it to your snout and blow on it before you drink it,” I said.\n\n\tThe kit did like I asked and finally began to lap up the coffee. “I like it like this, this is yummy!” he said\n\n\tI smiled. The fisher cat waitress brought our food and set it down on the table. “Alright boys, you enjoy your meal!” she said with a smile. We ate like locusts settling on a field. The omelettes were delicious, the grasshoppers still providing a nice crunch to each bite. Finishing our meal, I flagged Sandy down for the check. We paid and headed back to my truck. \n\n\t“I gotta push, I don’t think I can make it back to the toilet…” Charley told me.\n\n\t“Ok, lets walk around the back of the truck, you can go there,” I told him. \n\n\tThere was no one around in the field at the rear of the truck. Charley squatted down and made his pile. “How am I going to wipe? There’s no paper,” he asked.\n\n\t“I’ll clean you up in the truck,” I told him.\n\n\tThe boy stood up and began to walk to our vehicle. “Cub, even ferals bury their scat…” I admonished. Charley walked back and kicked dirt onto the little logs. \n\n\t“Sorry,” the kit said and hurried to jump into the truck. \n\n\tI got in, and gestured to the sleeper. “Let’s get your hole cleaned up,” I said, pulling out a pack of unscented wet wipes, and closing the sleeper curtain. Charley lifted his kilt and turned around. “Get on all fours on the bed and lift your tail towards me.\n\n\tThe cub crawled up and lifted his tail in my direction. His tailhole wasn’t terribly dirty, and after a couple of wipes it was shiny and clean. The redness from his infected and impacted glands was gone and his pink ring looked really inviting. I leaned down to give it a deep sniff, pulling his musky scent deep into my head. “Can I do something Charley? I asked.\n\n\t“What do you wanna do?” the kit asked.\n\n\t“It’s a surprise, but I think you will like it!” I replied.\n\n\t“Ok!” the cub said eager to try something he hadn’t before.\n\n\tI took another smell and let my tongue loll out and caress his hole. He giggles. “That tickled! Did you just lick my butt?” he asked.\n\n\t“Yes. How’s it feel?” I asked.\n\n\t“I don’t know yet,” he said.\n\n\tI continued to caress the wrinkles of his ring, tracing it with my small flat tongue. Moving to the center I wiggled it against the opening. Making sure to get it really slick I began to push it open with my tongue. My cock was rock hard below me and the cub was breathing heavily as I wokred. Slipping it in finally, I could taste his thiols. They were rich and pungent and tasted like matches smelled. Charley was panting now as I plunged my tongue inside him. I had never eaten skunk hole before today, and it amazed me how right it felt to do so. Something inside me, my restraint perhaps, broke and I went all in. I tasted, sniffed, licked and plowed him with my mouth. Every taste got me harder and made him breath heavier.\n\n\t“Josh, can we do the thing?” Charley asked, panting.\n\n\t“Which thing?” I mumbled into his hole.\n\n\t“Where you go inside me with your pizzle?” the kit pleaded.\n\n\t“Yeah, I think we can,” I said, no thoughts but his release and mine in my head.\n\n\tI grabbed the lube and slathered it onto my hard length and lined my tip up with his tailhole. “Ready?” I asked\n\n\t“Yeah, put it in!” the cub said eagerly.\n\n\t“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop,” I told him and slowly pushed myself into the kit.\n\n\tThe cub shuddered as my cock slowly rubbed past his sensitive glands. I could feel them pulsing along the sides of my length. I slowed at halfway to ask Charley if he was ok. He nodded vigorously in pleasure. I pushed the rest of the way in, fighting the urge to erupt inside his tight guts. Reaching full hilt, I said “ok, you ready for the rest?” \n\n\t“Yes,” the kit said breathily. \n\n\tI withdrew partially and began to mate my young companion. At first I went slow, holding his hips, but as he tightened and our pleasure bloomed, instinct took over and my hands wandered down to hold his thighs in a mating press as I started bucking hard behind him. As my cock beat his insides, the truck began to smell like skunk spray. It was his first time and inexperienced skunks don’t know how to constrict their glands. Every push was milking his thiols onto my length. The thought entered my mind like a bullet that went straight up my cock. I gently took his neckfur into my teeth and bit as the bullet traveled up to my balls. My thrusts became slams as I climaxed, the wave coursing through my body. The bite tightened up the cub and his tailhole started to pulse around my spasming shaft as I pounded. The kit arched his back, thrusting himself back onto my cock. I felt myself emptying spurt after spurt into the cub with every thrust. I felt the juices we’d made running down my furry balls, and heard them plopping wetly onto the sheets below us. I rolled to the right and took us onto our sides, still holding him in the press as I continued to shoot my seed inside him. Both of us continued to cum for a long while until my hardness became a soft thing and slipped out of my kit.\n\n\tWe laid still for sometime, and I heard the cub sniffling, crying softly. “Are you ok?!: I said frantically. \n\n\t“I love you Daddy… I mean, Josh,” the kit said.\n\n\t“I love you too Son… I mean Charley,” I said back, eliciting giggles from the cub.\n\n\t“You’re silly,” he said.\n\n\t“So are you!” I said back. “I don’t mind being called Daddy. You can call me whatever you want, because I will be whatever you need Charley.”\n\n\t“Promise?” the kit asked sweetly.\n\n\t“I promise Charley,” I reassured him.\n\n\tThe cub needed a father. But he needed a friend, a brother, a confidant and so much more… I swore to him and myself that I would be everything he needed always, until I wasn’t needed, or wanted. “Let’s get cleaned up and destink the truck,” I laughed. “It smells like skunk butt and animal cum in here,” I giggled.\n\n\t“What’s cum?” the kit asked.\n\n\t“It’s an adult word for what comes out of pizzles,” I explained. “There’s a lot of adult words for mating stuff.”\n\n\t“Will you teach them to me?” the cub asked hopefully.\n\n\t“Sure, but you can only use them when we’re alone or doing mating stuff like with the foxes,” I cautioned.\n\n\t“Ok!” he agreed.\n\n\tWe grabbed some clothes and the bedding and got dressed. We walked into the truck stop where I got change for the washing machine and dryer and ordered a shower room after dropping our laundry off in the laundromat. Fortunately, the truck stop was pretty dead because we stunk bad. In the shower, I washed the kit thoroughly with some special stinkwash for skunks that was designed to get skunk spray off of fur and he returned the favor. I gathered up our laundry and Charley and we headed back to the truck to get on the road. It was a long drive to Ely and I know we were both eager to see our fox friends again.\n\nDokkulfr\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "We rolled into Twin Falls, Idaho as night was falling. The warehouse wasn’t far into the southern edge of the city. I backed the trailer into the dock, lowered the landing gear and disconnected the lines. Jumping back in the cab, I turned on the engine, hit the fifth wheel release and decoupled from it. The guard at the exit gate was a big Rocky Mountain Bighorn Sheep.

\t“No pickup?” he asked me.

\t“Nope, just the drop, then vacation,” I explained.

\t“Lucky skunk,” he grumbled back.

\t“I’m sure yours will hit before ya know it!” I exclaimed.

\t“Can’t hit soon enough. I hate AmazOwOn…” he replied with a sarcastic chuckle.
 
\t“Me too brother, me too,” I related.

\t“Stay safe out there buddy,” he replied.

\t“You too,” I said.

\tThe sheep opened the gate and we rolled out of the yard and onto the road. I wanted to show Charley the Perrine Memorial Bridge, named for Mule Deer rancher who founded the city. It was on the other end of town. There was a Flying Jay truck stop near it that we could overnight at.

\t“Look out your window,” I told the kit as we crossed over the Snake River that winded through the canyon about 500 feet below.

\t“Whoa…” he exclaimed, transfixed by the view.
 
\t“Yeah, we’re pretty high above it ain’t we?” I asked.

\t“Yeah, it’s pretty far,” he said his jaw on the floor. I smiled, knowing that the cub was enjoying himself.

\t“Ever been to a truck stop before?” I asked

\t“Yeah, but I didn’t get to go inside,” the kit lamented. “Mamma thought I would break something…”

\t“I’m sorry buddy. But, this time you will,” I said hopefully.

\t“I’m glad I get to go with you instead of her. I hate her,” he said angrily.

\tI could have counseled him on things, but truth was, I hated his mother too so I dropped the subject before I made anything fester deeper.

\tAfter a short drive, we arrived at the Flying Jay. The truck stop wasn’t too busy at this hour as most of the overnighters had already headed out to resume their routes. I parked nose in at a back corner space in the lot. Charley rummaged around and found the kilt he’d been given and put it on. He threw on a t-shirt and said he was ready to go.

\t“Here,” I said, handing him one of my smaller vests “do you wanna wear this? It matches mine.”

\t“Yes,” he replied, putting it on “I look just like you now!”

\tThe kit sure did look just like his “Dad”. We actually looked like father and son, so much so that when we headed inside to eat, the waitress asked what she could get for “my son and I”. Charley looked at the menu for a while and then asked if he could have an omelette and potatoes.

\t“Two of the grasshopper and cheese omelette plates with the gravy and cheese potatoes please,” I asked the server, an attractive brown fisher cat named Sandy.

\t“Drinks?” she asked with a smile.

\t“Coffee for me. What do you want kit?” I asked Charley.

\t“Coffee. I want to try coffee!” he said excitedly.

\t“Two coffees please. Could you bring extra creamer, I think the cub is going to need it for his first cup,” I asked.

\t“Sure! Two Forager Omelettes with smothered and covered potatoes and two coffees with an extra creamer, is that correct?” she asked.

\t“Yes ma’am,” I responded.

\t“No problem hun, I’ll be back right away with your coffee and creamers. Meal should take about twenty minutes or so,” she informed us and went to get our drinks.

\t“So kit, what do you think so far? I asked the cub.

\t“It smells amazing! There’s so many things to look at too!” he exclaimed.

\t“The restaurant does smell good,” I observed.

\tShortly, Sandy brought us two steaming cups of coffee and a couple of small metal creamer jugs. I thanked her and she said that the food will be up shortly. “Ok Charley, it’s hot so be careful,” I cautioned. The kit brought the cup to his snout and sniffed it. He licked the top of it and squeaked.

\t“OW!” he exclaimed “that’s really hot! And it tastes kinda icky...”

\t“I told you. You ok?” I asked. He nodded his head.

\t“Put some creamer and sugar in it. It’ll cool it down and make it taste better,” I explained.

\tI showed the cub how I prepare my coffee and he copied me. “Bring it to your snout and blow on it before you drink it,” I said.

\tThe kit did like I asked and finally began to lap up the coffee. “I like it like this, this is yummy!” he said

\tI smiled. The fisher cat waitress brought our food and set it down on the table. “Alright boys, you enjoy your meal!” she said with a smile. We ate like locusts settling on a field. The omelettes were delicious, the grasshoppers still providing a nice crunch to each bite. Finishing our meal, I flagged Sandy down for the check. We paid and headed back to my truck.

\t“I gotta push, I don’t think I can make it back to the toilet…” Charley told me.

\t“Ok, lets walk around the back of the truck, you can go there,” I told him.

\tThere was no one around in the field at the rear of the truck. Charley squatted down and made his pile. “How am I going to wipe? There’s no paper,” he asked.

\t“I’ll clean you up in the truck,” I told him.

\tThe boy stood up and began to walk to our vehicle. “Cub, even ferals bury their scat…” I admonished. Charley walked back and kicked dirt onto the little logs.

\t“Sorry,” the kit said and hurried to jump into the truck.

\tI got in, and gestured to the sleeper. “Let’s get your hole cleaned up,” I said, pulling out a pack of unscented wet wipes, and closing the sleeper curtain. Charley lifted his kilt and turned around. “Get on all fours on the bed and lift your tail towards me.

\tThe cub crawled up and lifted his tail in my direction. His tailhole wasn’t terribly dirty, and after a couple of wipes it was shiny and clean. The redness from his infected and impacted glands was gone and his pink ring looked really inviting. I leaned down to give it a deep sniff, pulling his musky scent deep into my head. “Can I do something Charley? I asked.

\t“What do you wanna do?” the kit asked.

\t“It’s a surprise, but I think you will like it!” I replied.

\t“Ok!” the cub said eager to try something he hadn’t before.

\tI took another smell and let my tongue loll out and caress his hole. He giggles. “That tickled! Did you just lick my butt?” he asked.

\t“Yes. How’s it feel?” I asked.

\t“I don’t know yet,” he said.

\tI continued to caress the wrinkles of his ring, tracing it with my small flat tongue. Moving to the center I wiggled it against the opening. Making sure to get it really slick I began to push it open with my tongue. My cock was rock hard below me and the cub was breathing heavily as I wokred. Slipping it in finally, I could taste his thiols. They were rich and pungent and tasted like matches smelled. Charley was panting now as I plunged my tongue inside him. I had never eaten skunk hole before today, and it amazed me how right it felt to do so. Something inside me, my restraint perhaps, broke and I went all in. I tasted, sniffed, licked and plowed him with my mouth. Every taste got me harder and made him breath heavier.

\t“Josh, can we do the thing?” Charley asked, panting.

\t“Which thing?” I mumbled into his hole.

\t“Where you go inside me with your pizzle?” the kit pleaded.

\t“Yeah, I think we can,” I said, no thoughts but his release and mine in my head.

\tI grabbed the lube and slathered it onto my hard length and lined my tip up with his tailhole. “Ready?” I asked

\t“Yeah, put it in!” the cub said eagerly.

\t“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop,” I told him and slowly pushed myself into the kit.

\tThe cub shuddered as my cock slowly rubbed past his sensitive glands. I could feel them pulsing along the sides of my length. I slowed at halfway to ask Charley if he was ok. He nodded vigorously in pleasure. I pushed the rest of the way in, fighting the urge to erupt inside his tight guts. Reaching full hilt, I said “ok, you ready for the rest?”

\t“Yes,” the kit said breathily.

\tI withdrew partially and began to mate my young companion. At first I went slow, holding his hips, but as he tightened and our pleasure bloomed, instinct took over and my hands wandered down to hold his thighs in a mating press as I started bucking hard behind him. As my cock beat his insides, the truck began to smell like skunk spray. It was his first time and inexperienced skunks don’t know how to constrict their glands. Every push was milking his thiols onto my length. The thought entered my mind like a bullet that went straight up my cock. I gently took his neckfur into my teeth and bit as the bullet traveled up to my balls. My thrusts became slams as I climaxed, the wave coursing through my body. The bite tightened up the cub and his tailhole started to pulse around my spasming shaft as I pounded. The kit arched his back, thrusting himself back onto my cock. I felt myself emptying spurt after spurt into the cub with every thrust. I felt the juices we’d made running down my furry balls, and heard them plopping wetly onto the sheets below us. I rolled to the right and took us onto our sides, still holding him in the press as I continued to shoot my seed inside him. Both of us continued to cum for a long while until my hardness became a soft thing and slipped out of my kit.

\tWe laid still for sometime, and I heard the cub sniffling, crying softly. “Are you ok?!: I said frantically.

\t“I love you Daddy… I mean, Josh,” the kit said.

\t“I love you too Son… I mean Charley,” I said back, eliciting giggles from the cub.

\t“You’re silly,” he said.

\t“So are you!” I said back. “I don’t mind being called Daddy. You can call me whatever you want, because I will be whatever you need Charley.”

\t“Promise?” the kit asked sweetly.

\t“I promise Charley,” I reassured him.

\tThe cub needed a father. But he needed a friend, a brother, a confidant and so much more… I swore to him and myself that I would be everything he needed always, until I wasn’t needed, or wanted. “Let’s get cleaned up and destink the truck,” I laughed. “It smells like skunk butt and animal cum in here,” I giggled.

\t“What’s cum?” the kit asked.

\t“It’s an adult word for what comes out of pizzles,” I explained. “There’s a lot of adult words for mating stuff.”

\t“Will you teach them to me?” the cub asked hopefully.

\t“Sure, but you can only use them when we’re alone or doing mating stuff like with the foxes,” I cautioned.

\t“Ok!” he agreed.

\tWe grabbed some clothes and the bedding and got dressed. We walked into the truck stop where I got change for the washing machine and dryer and ordered a shower room after dropping our laundry off in the laundromat. Fortunately, the truck stop was pretty dead because we stunk bad. In the shower, I washed the kit thoroughly with some special stinkwash for skunks that was designed to get skunk spray off of fur and he returned the favor. I gathered up our laundry and Charley and we headed back to the truck to get on the road. It was a long drive to Ely and I know we were both eager to see our fox friends again.

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