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[Warning: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a cub an a complete stranger, if you're not into that type of thing than you HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!]

"What, that is bullshit!" Simon shouted at his dad, who stood before him, arms crossed across his massive muscular chest,

"Watch your language mister, I won't tolerate you swearing!" The wolf scowled looking down at his fourteen year old son.

They were standing in their camper that was parked at the happy-go-lucky campground. Alex - Simon's father - had thought the trip would be a great idea, a time for him to bond with his son, to get away from the problems back home and most importantly, to forget about the upcoming divorce with his soon-to-be-ex-wife but Simon never was one for the outdoors - preferring to play online then head outside - Simon had caught sight of a music CD that he really wanted but much like the many of other junk In the souvenir shop, it was amazingly over-priced an Alex had refused to fork over the twenty dollars for the CD.

The wolf cub held his tongue for now, sighing inwardly,

"I'm sorry dad, I just don't know why you won't buy the CD, I mean it's Napalm Pollination: the first all BEE BAND!" Alex rolled his eyes, Simon liked to act older then he was but he was still pretty childish,

"Listen, I'm not getting you that over-priced CD and that is final, if you really want it you'd go out and find a way to make your own money!" Simon, sighed again, that was always his dad's response, no matter what he wanted.

Instead of shouting at his father, Simon closed his eyes and breathed in deep an left the camper, slamming the thin plastic door behind him, leaving his father to stand there sighing to himself. The campground was fairly decent, there were plenty of bathrooms but the problem was that there were zero showers, the only ones they could find where a few miles outside the campground in a dirty looking Laundromat.

With nowhere to really go, he decided to walk around camp an cool off, deep inside he did know that he was just trying help him look out for himself as he often times said, "I won't be there to hold your paw forever" Still, Simon never was patient and had a temper, something he got from his mom he was told.

Simon had several cherry sodas - his personal favorite - on the way to the campsite and it wasn't long until "nature called" he looked quickly around for a bathroom, seeing one in a far off shaded part of the camp site and quickly went into it, he cursed under his breath when he entered seeing that both urinals broken and quickly ran to the last stall closet to the wall. Simon's bladder was near bursting when he slammed the stall next to him, yanked down his pants an boxers and pulled out his puppy pecker, releasing his hot stream sighing silently to himself as he urinates into the toilet.

As he urinated his eyes wandered around the stall's walls decorated with various scratch marks and phrases from the many furs before him. Most were the usual "For a good time call..." or "Check yes for left pawed right pawed" soon Simon's eyes quickly settled onto a hole cut into the side of the bathroom stall. When he finished urinating he bent over an peeked through, chuckling when he noticed that it went into the stall next to him, It was only when the door to the stall opened that he quickly pulled his face back, his cheeks flushed red, did the male see him? He gulped silently an waited wondering what was going to happen next, his ears picked up the faint sound of a zipper being pulled down and then his cheeks flushed brighter when the occupant next to him shoved his long throbbing cock through the hole.

Simon recognized it as a canines, much like his own, his mind raced, what was he doing was he even supposed to be inside this stall, he didn't think there was a sign on the door, he stared at the cock in silence for a moment before a voice came from the other stall,

"Well, come on girlie, it's not going to suck itself!" Simon gasp softly, realizing he must have gone into a stall with a glory hole; he heard about a few of them at high school but never used one himself. He didn't know what to do, would he get into trouble if he didn't? He was obviously not meant for this stall, embarrassment of getting caught an what trouble he could get into finally won him over as he got to his knees an gripped the throbbing shaft in his paw.

The occupant in the opposite stall let out a pleased sigh his cock throbbing in his tiny paw, Simon blushed harder his cheeks showing through his grey fur as he brought his nose close to the cock, giving it a sniff, his body shivered in response, he could smell the musk wafting up from the cock along with the faint smell of urine an something else.

Gently Simon began to stroke his paw up and down along the shaft, using the same method he use to use when he was discovering masturbation, each stroke brought a soft moan and murr from the person in the other stall an before long he saw pre begin to form at the tip.

"Well, better now than never" he gulped down and opened his muzzle, slipping the tip into his mouth, he tried very carefully so the sensitive cockhead avoided his teeth before letting his tongue snake around the head, sliding his tongue along the tip. Surprisingly, the precum wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, salty but somewhat smooth, Simon gently stroked off the shaft as he sucked on the cockhead and his efforts were rewarded with a moan coming from the other stall.

The other stalls occupant began to thrust into the hole, jamming more of the thick salty-tasting dick down his muzzle, Simon gagged, he was having trouble taking it all in his maw, he effort, he forces pass his gag reflex and pushes as much as he can into his muzzle, his tongue tracing the underside of his shaft, Simon's own cock was throbbing hard in his jeans, he was surprised how much he was enjoying this,

Very slowly he eased his own pants down, his tongue circling the throbbing head of the canine cock; very soon he was bobbing his head along the cock while stroking his own, his eyes cloudy with a growing lust.

"How about you turn around and gives me something else to stuff" the voice from the other stall chuckled, Simon, snapped out of his lust for a second, could he really even fit such a large thing inside him, his mind whirled, did the person in the other stall even know he was a boy!? He licked the cock more, trying to get it well lubed up, before slowly turning around an easing his tight virgin tail hole towards the cockhead.

Luckily, the cock was well lubed from Simon's spit but as he pushed the head of the cock into him he had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out, it felt like he was being split apart, Simon squeezed his eyes tightly shut a small tear streaming down his cheek, he let out a little eep as the fur on the other end bucked their hips, ramming half of their canine prick deep into his no longer virgin hole. He gritted his teeth and forced the rest of the length deep inside him.

It was so strange for Simon, a feeling of fullness he has never experienced before, soon the cockhead was grazing and eventually ramming against his prostate quickly turning his burning pain into searing pleasure, his wiggles his ass encouraging the cock to go into him harder and it did, sending lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through Simon's very being, he lets out a yip as his own orgasm hits him and he sprays hot cum onto the side of the stall's wall.

His hole clenches around the canines cock an causes it's owner to let out a lewd moan, with a final thrust he hilts deep inside Simon's bowels an cums hard, Simon can only push back further his tongue hanging out of his mouth with his tail wagging, he never knew anal sex could be so pleasurable, he loved the warm feeling of being filled his own prick starting to harden again from the stimulation.

Simon lets out yelp when the stranger pulls out of him, his knees too weak to hold him up, Simon collapses to the floor of the bathroom stall in a small puddle of his own cum, panting hard Simon barely registers the owner of the stall leaving but not before sliding a ten dollar bill underneath the stall, Sitting on his sore rump slowly, Simon examines the ten dollar bill an can't help but remember his father's words "if you really want it you'd go out and find a way to make your own money" He chuckled to himself, well lucky for him he DID find a way to make the money and boy did he enjoy it.

It wasn't long before Simon heard the door to the bathroom open; he stuffed the ten into his pants an knelt by the glory hole eagerly with his mouth open.