Charley and I were making good time on the highway north after leaving Ely. As we passed Wells, the weather turned colder and just past Melandco it began to snow. By the time we neared Wilkins, the snow had become heavy and a blizzard was beginning. “We’re going to need to pull over until this passes. It’ll be a good chance to grab a nap though!” I told the cub. I found a safe pull off and parked the rig. Charley headed into the sleeper, disrobed and plopped down loudly on the bunk. I took the time to close the privacy curtains and turn on the sleeper heating. Well, guess I shouldn’t be afraid or nervous anymore… I thought. I decided to undress as well and climbed in next to the cub. I pulled the blanket over both of us and relaxed with a sigh and fell soundly asleep.

	I awoke to something poking me in the rear. The kit was softly breathing, asleep, but pushed against me. His pizzle was directly between my cheeks. I gently pushed back against it, relishing the feeling of it pressing on my hole. I desperately wanted more, but it wouldn’t be fair to either of us to steal the experience. 

	“Hey buddy, wake up,” I said gently. The cub stirred behind me, arched his back in a stretch that briefly breached my tailhole without him realizing it. 

	“Is it time to go?” he asked and yawned. “Time to eat and check the weather,” I replied. I made us a quick breakfast of cheese and fruit and opened the inner curtain. Stepping into the cab, I peeked out the side window. It was bright white outside, the blizzard hadn’t abated.

	I stepped back into the sleeper to rejoin my kit. I laid next to him and took some sniffs. The soap from the motel had worn off, and I could gather all the scents that made him smell like Charley: skunk fur, food, and his musk. Each skunk smelled unique, just like each other animal did, but to skunks, our musk was our calling card. His thiols hadn’t completely refilled, but I could smell them building. Rich, earthy, potent. He had taken only three of the antibiotics, but the rancid smell of infection was completely absent. I could smell the little fox kit too, from the clothes he had changed into on the road. Somewhere, mixed in all scent that was me. My bed, my shirt, my precious seed. I was burning with desire for the cub, and I needed him to put my fire out... 

	“So, while you were sleeping, something happened,” I told him.

	“What,” he asked.

	“Well, your pizzle got stiff, and it poked me in the tailhole,” I teased.

	“Oh no, are you ok?” the kit asked seriously.

	“Yeah! But, there’s a thing that two males can do that feels pretty good. Do you wanna learn about it? Wanna see some some stuff like we did with the foxes?” I asked. 

	“Yeah!” the cub replied. 

	I booted up my mini-PC on my flatscreen I had mounted and loaded some cubporn.  I played him one of my favorites “AlexStuffsWill”. It depicted a pair of wolves, Will and his younger brother Alex. In the video, Alex gets to mount Will. The kit watched intently. 

	“Does that actually feel good for them?” Charley asked. 

	“Yeah, it feels really good actually… would you like to try doing that to me?” I asked hopefully. 

	“I guess, if it feels really good!” the cub replied. 

	I laid next to him on the bed. “Grab the bottle of slippery stuff and get it all over your finger,” I instructed and he did so. 

	“Now, gently push your finger into my tailhole,” I told him. 

	“Won’t I get scat on my hands?” the cub asked. 

	“Sometimes that happens, but I already pushed everything out before we left the foxes,” I said. My kit placed his finger at my hole and gently pushed. “Wiggle it around, its been a long time since anything went in there. I’m pretty tight,” I told him. He wiggled and rubbed until it stretched open a bit to allow the finger to enter. He pushed farther and farther until I felt his palm touch my bottom. I was hard as steel, it felt so good. 

	“Good, now add more stuff and make it more slippery, until you can just push in without trouble. He pulled his finger out and took a little then a big sniff. 

	“No scat!” he exclaimed.

	“I pushed it all out at the foxes, like I said,” I laughed.

	The boy moved down to sniff my hole. “The smell… I like how your tailhole smells,” he said. I felt my cock push up some precum. The kit pushed his nose up against the hole and took a deep sniff. “I really like it.” He must be smelling my arousal I thought. Stink glands carry hormones, and I was absolutely riddled with them.

 	He lubed me up liberally. “Now what?” he asked. 

	“Get your pizzle to stand up and rub a lot of the lube – the slippery stuff on it,” I instructed. I looked over my shoulder to find that he was already fully hard and in the process of slathering a liberal amount of lube onto his pink cocklet. 

	“Now, put the tip in my hole and push inside,” I told him.

	I felt Charley wiggle around and then his body was pressing against mine. A slight pressure at my tailhole and something slid in that felt much larger than it looked. 

	“Now, push in all the way, pull out a little and push in again. Keep doing that until you feel it go,” I explained. The kit slid in all the way, his tapered pizzle stretching me open quickly. 

	“Whoa whoa whoa! Slowly, please,” I chittered. 

	“Sorry,” my cub said sweetly. He pulled back and then pushed in slower again. 

	“You can go faster and harder after I loosen up a little. But, really focus on what feels good!” I encouraged. 

	“It feels good inside already,” he giggled. 

	“It’ll feel even better as you get going,” I told him. 

	He settled into a slow rhythm and his awkwardness turned into confidence and his scent turned muskier. “I’m loosened up now, you can do whatever feels best, as fast or hard as you want,” I admitted. The kit began to speed up. After a bit he was panting heavily into my neckfur as he slammed my insides. Little chitters and squeaks began to be voiced, and the slams got harder as his breathing sped up. I felt a sharp pressure at the exact place on my neck that he was supposed to. The bite tightened my hole and I began to feel an orgasm build. With a squeak he hilted me deep and I felt us both climax. Every clench of my tailhole was answered by a spasm of his cock. We orgasmed together, each pulse triggering another wave for each of us in turn, for a long time. At some point, he realized he was biting me. He let go of the bite and pulled out quickly. 

	“I’m sorry,” he cried. 

	“No no no, it’s ok, that’s what skunks do when we mate like we just did. It’s just instinct. It felt good, it made me squirt,” I explained, gesturing to the huge wet puddle on the sheet. The cub climbed onto me to look. He leaned down and took deep sniffs of my cum and then began to lick it up. 

	“My bite did all that? He asked in amazement when he got his fill of my seed. 

	“That bite and your pizzle pounding my hole,” I reassured. 

	“Cool! Can we do it again?” he begged. I laughed. 

	“Not right now. I hear the wind dying down. I need to let my tailhole relax or it’s gonna really hurt to sit in the seat while I drive,” I said. The kit looked a little disappointed but understanding as well. 

	“But we can do it again soon, right?” he asked. 

	“Yes. Definitely yes,” I told him. 

	“Awesome. Maybe you can do it to me too?” the cub asked. Oh Gaia, does he want to be mated? I wondered. 

	“Like, me put my pizzle in your hole?” I asked, a little confused. 

	“Yeah! And push your juice inside me!” he stated excitedly. 

	“Sure, if you want that, just ask and we’ll try it. I’ll try anything you want and do anything that makes you feel good!” I assured him. The kit smiled broadly. What did I do to deserve this gift after so much pain in my life I thought, feeling a tear streak down my cheekfur. 

	I got up, wiped us off, ran the towel under my tail to remove the leftover lube and looked outside. The blizzard had indeed abated. We got the truck put back in order and headed down the last stretch to Twin Falls.
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