A sudden, burdensome awareness grips Saul as he lay surrounded by his school-friends. The soda he’d spent the evening guzzling was making it’s presence known in an unpleasant pressure that pulled him from pleasant dreams. The culpeo tossed the blanket over the badger he’d been laying beside, his best friend and the only one of the boys that actually lived here. The brief burst of fear at the idea of peeing the bed next to Theo was enough to get his canine body moving. He keeps his fluffy tail hiked high as he tiptoes through the handful of boys splayed around the spacious bedroom. The only light in the hallway was peering in through the far-end in the form of a streetlight that mostly just lit up the roof, but it was enough to guide him to the door right in front of the window. Quick steps maintain the same delicate, fretful quiet he’d used to navigate the bedroom. Who knew what might awaken any of the inhabitants of this creaky house? His small, light body barely makes a sound with each step through the darkness. 	Getting to the door, the pressure inside of him redoubles as if it were aware of it’s near release.

	Greeting him firstly is a burst of unexpected light. It dazzles him momentarily, but it’s not enough to do more than slow his approach to the toilet he knew was waiting mere feet from him. Nor can the half-grunt that escapes a surprised body already standing in front of it. It’s barely visible in the bright lights from above the mirror, but he can hear it sidling away to give him room. Saul’s desperation is enough that he ignores the usual trepidation it would cause for him to pee in front of a stranger. He simply drops his pants and takes aim.

	The stream escaping his small humanoid cock is a relief so great it approaches true pleasure. The waning pressure inside distracts him for only a handful of seconds as he looks at the toilet water start to cloud into a delightful yellow. He watched it glisten in the still bright lights cast from above the mirror. Pulling his attention from that, however, was the stocky badger standing next to him. 

	“Uh, you’re that fox boy, right? Saul?” The naked badger said, staring at the culpeo with a startled sort of intensity. It’s almost enough to make him stop peeing, but the only control he can exercise is to look over the badger’s burly dad bod. The white and black fur that covered his front conformed itself to the body underneath, showing off his strong chest and muscular arms. The adult’s stomach however, hung with a heavy paunch a few inches over a cock so dark it nearly got lost in his fur. The man had been holding it, ready to pee when the cub had burst in.

	“I’m a wolf,” the culpeo said. It wasn’t exactly true, but the cub had since grown tired of explaining where exactly he was from. Even he had to admit he looked more like a tawny fox than any of the wolves he’d met. None of that mattered to him in this moment, but it was a reflex by now.

	“Oh,” says the badger. He could see how the man watched with an eerie intensity as he peed, eyes never looking anywhere beside Saul’s little cock. The man’s thumb lightly rubbed a couple inches of it, something the cub suddenly realized he’d noticed. His head shoots downwards to look at his own stream coming to an end. It peters out, a short dribble all that remained. Before the cub can pull his pants up, the adult badger whispers quickly, “You can look some more if you want.” 

	“Uh… okay, Mr. Cobbler,” he says, first checking out his face to make sure it wasn’t a joke. The badger looks nervous, barely able to make eye contact as he looks at the still ajar door. Turning down to face him, however, he gives what seems to be a genuine smile. Still nervous, but not mean. More scared. Taking that permission, he looks at the cock that rests heavily in his hand. It seemed to be standing more than before, almost like his got sometimes in the morning. He searches for something to say about it, but the only thing that comes out is, “Do you need to pee too?”

	The big badger takes a second to digest the idea. It’s an awkward question. But soon enough, he says, “I’m actually a nervous peer. I can’t go if someone is watching. Unless…”

	“Unless what?” his own whisper sounds almost as conspiratorial as older male’s. He kind of wanted to see the man pee.

	“Could you hold it?” the words come quickly from the badger. Saul’s shocked at the suggestion.  It was the kind of thing that people would come to school to warn him about. They’d say if anyone ever asked him to touch them, he had to tell a cop. Not that he’d paid that much attention during the boring meetings in the school gym. Still, it was just helping his friend’s dad pee. There had to be an exception for medical stuff like that.

	“Okay, but you can’t tell anyone. I’ll get in big trouble if anyone finds out I touched your… peepee.,” Saul says. The word felt silly for a nine-year-old to use. But the other words for it felt so wrong to use in front of the adult.

	“Your secret’s safe with me,” says the badger, a broad smile spreading on his face. He grabs the cub’s wrist then, and guides his tiny hand to the firm dick. The big badger seems to bristle slightly under the culpeo’s touch. He shivers and stands up straighter while Saul tries to get a good grip. Not long after, Saul says, “Now start rubbing your hand up and down it. Like you were squeezing a hamster.”

	The adult’s cock flexes a little under the contact, jumping in the cub’s hand when he starts to rub it. And something in the cub responds when he feel piss start to pass through the dick. A mostly clear stream kicks off, running out into the bowl. Saul’s little canine hand keeps moving, and he feels some strange burst of joy at guiding the stream around in the off-yellow water. First he bounces it over the hole in the bottom, and then playfully he strives to write his name invisibly with the rapidly hardening pen in his hand.  It was making it awkward to write, but it also seemed to quickly bring the festivities to an end. It dies down to a trickle and the cub is only happy to shake it out at the end like he would his own. Quietly, he looks over to the cock standing stiff and straight. His hand still rests on it, not quite ready to let go of the fun new toy.

	“Hey, you want to help with that, too?” says Mr. Porter. 

	“What happened?”

	“It’s why cubs aren’t allowed to touch grown-ups there. It makes us… like this…”

	He might not have known much about adult stuff, but he did know that if something didn’t have a specific word for it, it was really bad. He looks at the stiff dick pulsing against his fingers. If that was going to happen, and the man knew it, the cure couldn’t that hard to do. Saul pauses to feel how the veins push out against his fingers and gives it a little squeeze back. “Okay, how do I help?”

	“The cure is spit,” he blurts out. The words hit Saul like a ton of bricks, but instead of crumpling, his body stiffens in place.

	“What?”

	“You can’t tell anybody, okay? When a dick gets like this, it has to go in someone’s mouth. Otherwise, there’s a chance that after four hours… it falls off.”

	An abject horror grips the little culpeo at that. Penises were supposed to be a man’s pride. They were the worst place to be hurt and they had to be kept safe from everybody. That’s why everyone was so intent on keeping them secret. They were what made male’s special. What choice did he have? With a stern seriousness only a cub could bring to bear in an instant, he says, “I’ll do it.”

	That was all the badger needed to hear before he sat himself down on the edge of the bathtub. He spreads his legs wide and says, “Get between my legs. It shouldn’t take too long,”

	Saul gets down on all fours to crawl the short distance forward, knees painful against the tile floor. The cub sits himself down mere inches from the hard dick, careful not to touch it with his hands in case he makes the situation worse. Instead, the young culpeo closes his eyes to give it a long lick from just above the balls all the way to the top. It’s a strange salty taste, but he reminds himself that it’s just a body part like any other. It was like how he’d licked Theo’s hand to gross him out. Opening the eyes again, he sees it still standing firm.

	Thankfully, Mr. Porter is there to help guide him through it. “You’re going to have to do a lot more than that. Why don’t you try doing that again, but getting your lips around the tip?”

	With a strange sort of pride, the culpeo puppy again slides his thin, wet tongue from the badger’s balls all the way to the tip of the hard, black member. There, he wraps his lips around the tip of the man’s dick and for barely a second tastes the acrid taste of the man’s urine. It passes quickly as he works hard to get his spit in and around it, swirling his tongue over the head. This was fun, in a way. And important.

	The man groans for just a second before saying, “Now, see how low you can get on my dick. We want to cover as much surface area as possible.”

	The little nod Saul gives is carefully kept to trap the head in his muzzle. Instead, it bobs his head slightly down the dick. He immediately gets to work, his big fluffy ears filling with the wet noises of spit being spread over the man’s member. When it gets to be a little much, instinctively he starts to swallow some down. The bobs of his head earn more and more pleasured grunts from the man straining to keep quiet above him, so he slows down to make sure he’s doing it right.

	The badger looking down at the cub’s worried face whispers, “Hey, don’t stop. It just feels really good. In fact, maybe we could do this again sometime? And I could do it to you and show you how good it feels. That’d be fun, right?”

	Saul doesn’t want to stop his work, but he does his best to give another nod of his approval. It was strangely fun, having the man’s thick legs on either side of him. And if it felt good, then it was like wrestling. You could get hurt doing that, but it was also fun. You just needed to be safe.

	“Alright then, little wolf, I won’t get you in trouble if you don’t get me in trouble,” he whispers again, his hand coming down to rub the canine’s ears. The little affection is soon matched by a gentle guidance on how he Saul should move his head. He liked being pet like that. Maybe he could wear a collar and pretend to be a real wolf while doing it. That would be funny. He’d have to ask. For now, though, he just let’s the badger guide him through the treatment, “Now, you’re going to keep trying until some… fluids comes out. That’s not pee, so don’t be grossed out. It just means that I’m going to start softening again. And it’s important that you keep sucking.”

	The culpeo cub nods, eagerly redoubling his efforts. Soon, the cock is slathered in his split. He keeps sucking up what he can. Every little bob of his head earns another quiet moan of good feeling from the badger. He pushes and pulls at the culpeo cub’s head, and he’s all but happy to comply with every motion of the man who called him a wolf. The eager wagging of his tail bats it between the adult’s feet while he licks over every part of it he can reach. The reminder to go deep is all he needs to start diving down and suckling what he can in of the adult’s member. 

	And no sooner than he kisses the fur at the base of that cock than does the man’s hard member explode into his canine throat. Unsure what to do with the sudden rush of fluid, he swallows it. If it were dangerous, the man would stop him. Instead, he simply holds the cub there, filling his guts with whatever this strange fluid was. The important thing, though, was that his friend’s dad was safe. It’s with a strange eagerness that he keeps swallowing, something in the salty taste appealing to his sensitive canine tongue. 

	“Thanks,” says the badger, petting his head gently, “Now go back to bed. It’s late. We can talk about your turn after school Monday.”