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It looks like the next stop is gonna haf-ta be it.\n\nThose idiot drivers in Idaho Falls. How the holy hell they managed an eight-car pileup is beyond him. Now he’s stuck in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere and is gonna haf-ta camp out for the night next to one of those pitstops that don’t got no running water and stink to high hell. \n\n“Fuck. A few more hours and I’d hit the Pilot. Coulda found some youngin’ to pass the time with. Guess I’ve got a date with Rosie and Palmella again,” he sighs. Eight friggin’ cars. A five-hour delay. And now this. “Oh, well. If pigs had wings and all.” He chuckles at the thought. \n\nIt was pushing midnight by the time his rig rolled into the barren lot and he was grateful. Fourteen hours on the road was taking it toll. He had to take a shit and brush out the sour taste in his mouth from too many colas. Parking and letting the engine idle, he surveys the lot.\n\n“Well, at least I don’t have to worry about throwing anything on,” he muses as he climbs down to the parking lot. Tonka walks to the building wearing only a stained wife-beater and tighty-whities proud as a peacock. To his surprise, despite this essentially bein’ a ginormous outhouse, it didn’t reek. “Must be a newer buildin’ then. Count me lucky.”\n\nThirty minutes or so later, Tonka steps outta the outhouse and climbs back into his rig. The little cot, refrigerator, and tv were eagerly waiting his arrival, and he was quick to pull out a Miller and press play on his VCR. Sure, he could have a fancy DVD or Blu-ray set up, but these movies are only available on these few cassettes.\n\nThe crisp snap of underwear being pulled off roughly interrupts the home-movie’s white noise. “Ahhh, so much better,” the possum moans. “and now…” He brings his beer to his lips and starts chugging. Crushing the can, he thrusts it up in the air and cheers, “whooo! Party time!” He grabs another beer and takes a few sips. The first one is going to hit like a hammer, and he doesn’t want to miss his favorite part of the movie. \n\n“So, what did you want to show me… and is that a camera?” The oh-so-familiar voice asks, sounding a little surprised and confused. That voice, that squeaky, beautiful voice, was his eleven-year-old self. Next to him, a slightly older fox was starting to take off his clothes. “What the hell are you doing?!” my younger self asks.\n\n“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get yer guts in an uproar. Shut yer yap an git them clothes off. I gotta show you this!” That delicious fox, Russell, said and showing how serious he was, quickly stripped. The small possum wasn’t sure what to do, and frustrated, Russ picks up his underwear and marches over to the hesitant boy. “ ‘ere, I’ll give ya a hand,” he says with a grin.\n\nBefore the other boy knows what’s happening, his friends’ undies are wrapped around his muzzle with the crotch pressed to his nose. Tonka never forgot that scent, and after taking a sip from his third beer, he takes his week-worn, tighty-whities and huffs his scent. It’s not the same, but it still has the desired effect. Looking at his beer, down to his dick, and then to his left-hand, dropping the undies to the floor.\n\n“Well, well. Rosie. It’s been a while my dear, but you’re the prettiest flower in the patch. Would you do me the hon—oh-ho! Well butter my biscuit.” … “Rosie” slid over his eager dick and he gasped. He drew his attention back to the movie and edged himself as the young, and over eager boys explored and played.\n\nHe passed out somewhere between beer five and six, and only the room was left to watch the awkward conclusion of the film.\n\n/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*\n\n*Pressure*\n\n*grunts*\n\n*Urgent Pressure*\n\n*grumble mumble*\n\n*FUCKING WAKE UP OR PISS YOUR BED*\n\n*snort* “Hnnng… what time is it.” The tired, and mostly drunk possum looks over at his clock and grumbles. “2:34 AM… Seriously?” Looks like it’s the jug or running to the outhouse naked as a jay bird. He searches around for the large juice jug he keeps around for just this reason. “Gat dang lazy ass. You forgot to empty the piss bottle again. Shit.” He knew he should keep a spare around. \n\n“Well, not like anyone with half a raisin is out this late anyway.” And with that, he gave a quick look around and started making his way to the men’s room. He stepped up to the first urinal, and with an almost orgasmic explosion, his stream started flowing. A soft, pleased sigh joins the gentle sound of piss hitting its mark.\n\nHe leans against the wall in front of him and closes his eyes. ‘This is going to be a long one, may as well get comfy. Ahh Russ. I miss those days.’ Tonka’s thoughts drift and carry him away as he relaxes and waits for his bladder to empty.\n\n*A door opens and closes*\n\n“Remember to wash up when you’re done,” a quiet voice says.\n\n*Water. The door opening and closing again*\n\nTonka was so tired and lost in thought, he didn’t hear the exchange or the doors opening. He didn’t notice the tiny blue and black were-skunk that stepped up to the kid’s urinal next to him. He didn’t see the cub’s eyes go wide, or the blush that rose on the boy’s cheeks as he noticed the naked man next to him. He didn’t hear it when the boy caught wind of his scent and got closer. He didn’t hear his piss stream get interrupted as the curious cub started lapping it up. He did notice, however, when his dick was slipped between the boy’s lips.\n\n“The Hell?!” Blearily, Tonka opened his eyes and leaps back, tearing his cock from that warm mouth and consequently hosing the little were-skunk with his piss. He felt nervous as a whore in church and couldn’t move; but the cub. The cub started doing something unexpected.\n\nTonka couldn’t believe his eyes as he watches the cub fall to his knees, showering himself in ol’ possum. The pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place once the boy leaned his head back to drink his fill and began playing with his tiny cock. Clearly this was just a dream. Something inspired by the porno he fell asleep to.\n\nHe grins and whispers, “best dream, ever. I can go along with a dream.” And with that, he aims his stream to coat areas the boy had missed. \n\n“Mmmmm, you taste yummy Mr,” the cub says dreamily before licking at a pissed soaked paw.\n\n“Vitamins,” was all he could say. His stream was beginning to die down, and he shakes his dick at the cub. “And now,” he says, squeezing his dick, “the tank is empty, and sadly this dream is coming to an –” He couldn’t finish his thought. The thirsty cub stood up and started suckling the last drops of urine from the possum, and reality hit. \n\n‘This ain’t no dream’\n\nThis wasn’t his first rodeo with a little crumb snatcher, but it was the first time a boy he didn’t know, who couldn’t be older than four… and god knows where his father is. Tonka was snapped out of his shock when he felt a couple little digits worming their way into his ass.\n\n‘This kid knows what he’s doing!’\n\nHe didn’t need to believe it. Here he was, getting his dick sucked, expertly, by a cub covered in his piss. “You have a lucky daddy it seems,” he coos at the boy and rubs his hands through the soft, damp fur.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP 10:45 PM

“Gaddamm motherfuckin’ idjit, ol’ Tonk. Ya really screwed the pooch on this one didnnit’cha!”

The ol’ possum trucker slams his fist down on the alarm, killing the noise. He’s been on the road too long and those damn GPS trackers the fleet installed mean docked pay if he sneaks in a few extra hours. It looks like the next stop is gonna haf-ta be it.

Those idiot drivers in Idaho Falls. How the holy hell they managed an eight-car pileup is beyond him. Now he’s stuck in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere and is gonna haf-ta camp out for the night next to one of those pitstops that don’t got no running water and stink to high hell.

“Fuck. A few more hours and I’d hit the Pilot. Coulda found some youngin’ to pass the time with. Guess I’ve got a date with Rosie and Palmella again,” he sighs. Eight friggin’ cars. A five-hour delay. And now this. “Oh, well. If pigs had wings and all.” He chuckles at the thought.

It was pushing midnight by the time his rig rolled into the barren lot and he was grateful. Fourteen hours on the road was taking it toll. He had to take a shit and brush out the sour taste in his mouth from too many colas. Parking and letting the engine idle, he surveys the lot.

“Well, at least I don’t have to worry about throwing anything on,” he muses as he climbs down to the parking lot. Tonka walks to the building wearing only a stained wife-beater and tighty-whities proud as a peacock. To his surprise, despite this essentially bein’ a ginormous outhouse, it didn’t reek. “Must be a newer buildin’ then. Count me lucky.”

Thirty minutes or so later, Tonka steps outta the outhouse and climbs back into his rig. The little cot, refrigerator, and tv were eagerly waiting his arrival, and he was quick to pull out a Miller and press play on his VCR. Sure, he could have a fancy DVD or Blu-ray set up, but these movies are only available on these few cassettes.

The crisp snap of underwear being pulled off roughly interrupts the home-movie’s white noise. “Ahhh, so much better,” the possum moans. “and now…” He brings his beer to his lips and starts chugging. Crushing the can, he thrusts it up in the air and cheers, “whooo! Party time!” He grabs another beer and takes a few sips. The first one is going to hit like a hammer, and he doesn’t want to miss his favorite part of the movie.

“So, what did you want to show me… and is that a camera?” The oh-so-familiar voice asks, sounding a little surprised and confused. That voice, that squeaky, beautiful voice, was his eleven-year-old self. Next to him, a slightly older fox was starting to take off his clothes. “What the hell are you doing?!” my younger self asks.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get yer guts in an uproar. Shut yer yap an git them clothes off. I gotta show you this!” That delicious fox, Russell, said and showing how serious he was, quickly stripped. The small possum wasn’t sure what to do, and frustrated, Russ picks up his underwear and marches over to the hesitant boy. “ ‘ere, I’ll give ya a hand,” he says with a grin.

Before the other boy knows what’s happening, his friends’ undies are wrapped around his muzzle with the crotch pressed to his nose. Tonka never forgot that scent, and after taking a sip from his third beer, he takes his week-worn, tighty-whities and huffs his scent. It’s not the same, but it still has the desired effect. Looking at his beer, down to his dick, and then to his left-hand, dropping the undies to the floor.

“Well, well. Rosie. It’s been a while my dear, but you’re the prettiest flower in the patch. Would you do me the hon—oh-ho! Well butter my biscuit.” … “Rosie” slid over his eager dick and he gasped. He drew his attention back to the movie and edged himself as the young, and over eager boys explored and played.

He passed out somewhere between beer five and six, and only the room was left to watch the awkward conclusion of the film.

/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

*Pressure*

*grunts*

*Urgent Pressure*

*grumble mumble*

*FUCKING WAKE UP OR PISS YOUR BED*

*snort* “Hnnng… what time is it.” The tired, and mostly drunk possum looks over at his clock and grumbles. “2:34 AM… Seriously?” Looks like it’s the jug or running to the outhouse naked as a jay bird. He searches around for the large juice jug he keeps around for just this reason. “Gat dang lazy ass. You forgot to empty the piss bottle again. Shit.” He knew he should keep a spare around.

“Well, not like anyone with half a raisin is out this late anyway.” And with that, he gave a quick look around and started making his way to the men’s room. He stepped up to the first urinal, and with an almost orgasmic explosion, his stream started flowing. A soft, pleased sigh joins the gentle sound of piss hitting its mark.

He leans against the wall in front of him and closes his eyes. ‘This is going to be a long one, may as well get comfy. Ahh Russ. I miss those days.’ Tonka’s thoughts drift and carry him away as he relaxes and waits for his bladder to empty.

*A door opens and closes*

“Remember to wash up when you’re done,” a quiet voice says.

*Water. The door opening and closing again*

Tonka was so tired and lost in thought, he didn’t hear the exchange or the doors opening. He didn’t notice the tiny blue and black were-skunk that stepped up to the kid’s urinal next to him. He didn’t see the cub’s eyes go wide, or the blush that rose on the boy’s cheeks as he noticed the naked man next to him. He didn’t hear it when the boy caught wind of his scent and got closer. He didn’t hear his piss stream get interrupted as the curious cub started lapping it up. He did notice, however, when his dick was slipped between the boy’s lips.

“The Hell?!” Blearily, Tonka opened his eyes and leaps back, tearing his cock from that warm mouth and consequently hosing the little were-skunk with his piss. He felt nervous as a whore in church and couldn’t move; but the cub. The cub started doing something unexpected.

Tonka couldn’t believe his eyes as he watches the cub fall to his knees, showering himself in ol’ possum. The pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place once the boy leaned his head back to drink his fill and began playing with his tiny cock. Clearly this was just a dream. Something inspired by the porno he fell asleep to.

He grins and whispers, “best dream, ever. I can go along with a dream.” And with that, he aims his stream to coat areas the boy had missed.

“Mmmmm, you taste yummy Mr,” the cub says dreamily before licking at a pissed soaked paw.

“Vitamins,” was all he could say. His stream was beginning to die down, and he shakes his dick at the cub. “And now,” he says, squeezing his dick, “the tank is empty, and sadly this dream is coming to an –” He couldn’t finish his thought. The thirsty cub stood up and started suckling the last drops of urine from the possum, and reality hit.

‘This ain’t no dream’

This wasn’t his first rodeo with a little crumb snatcher, but it was the first time a boy he didn’t know, who couldn’t be older than four… and god knows where his father is. Tonka was snapped out of his shock when he felt a couple little digits worming their way into his ass.

‘This kid knows what he’s doing!’

He didn’t need to believe it. Here he was, getting his dick sucked, expertly, by a cub covered in his piss. “You have a lucky daddy it seems,” he coos at the boy and rubs his hands through the soft, damp fur.
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