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For a truck stop bathroom in the middle of nowhere, it honestly wasn’t that bad. The diner was pretty popular and a little loud, so Tori relished the quiet of the bathroom stall. It gave the pup a quiet place to relax.

The bathroom felt old, it smelled a little musty, and the grout had certainly seen better days. But it was clean enough. He looked over the graffiti, all sorts of crude jokes, doodles, names and dates scrawled all over. On top of that were many phone numbers, offering good times and other services.

And then there was the hole.

It was slightly less than the diameter of a soda can and misshapen. The no doubt ragged edges of the cut metal were smoothed over with layer on layer of duct tape.

He was lost in thought, thinking about the rest of the drive, how it was getting late, what podcasts to listen to next. The sudden creak of aged hinges and the sound of footsteps alerted him that someone else had entered. He followed their shadow into the stall next to his.

Tori sat back, his ears flattened, looking straight ahead. He most certainly did not want to peek through the hole.

He saw some movement in the corner of his eye, heard a cough from the stall next to his. He saw two tawny fingers holding a $50 bill through the hole.

“Oh, shit,” he said, “I uh… I can’t say I’m all that interested. Sorry.”

There was a sigh from the other stall. “I can hear your tail wag, pup,” they said.

“What? No, I…” Tori said. He loved the idea of this, meeting someone sight unseen, being used. But what if it was a trap? What if they hurt him?

“How about a peek? See what you’re missing out on?” the voice said.

“I…”

“Come on,” they said. Tori could hear the clattering of a belt buckle. In the gap at the bottom could see two feet facing him, jeans around the ankles.

Tori leaned forward, putting one eye cautiously to the peephole. He didn’t look like what one might think a truck stop glory hole patron would look like. Soft looking fur, a bit of a belly, but certainly well groomed. Their balls looked full and heavy, and they were in the process of coaxing their cock out of their sheathe.

“Enjoying the show?” They said.

“Yeah,” Tori said, after a bit of a pause. He sat back on the toilet, slightly flushed.

“Sure you don’t want a taste too?” He heard the voice say. He looked back to the hole and saw that they were now offering $100. “There’s more, if you’re good.”

Tori wanted to tell them off, to thank them for the offer and the show but that he wasn’t interested. That he wasn’t that kind of dog. But… cash was cash. Not to mention the fact that Tori was, in fact, that kind of dog.

He reached out and took the bills, shoving them into his pocket.

“Good boy,” the voice said. Tori heard them shift, could see their claws curl over the top of the stall, and then he saw their cock slide through the hole.

It was thick and decently long, tapered to a point and dotted with little barbs. He hesitated for a moment and leaned in close, pressing his snout to the base of the shaft, inhaling deeply. The feline was certainly well groomed but he could tell they had been on the road for a while. The scent of gasoline, sweat and coffee mixed with their masculine musk. He wished that there wasn’t this wall between and he could get a proper sniff.

“Hey,” the voice said, “I’m not paying you to sniff. Put your fucking mouth to use.”

For a moment Tori considered snapping back with something clever and maybe just a little pointed but his companion did raise a good point. He grabbed the shaft with one paw and licked from base to tip before his lips parted, taking the feline’s head into his mouth.

“That’s better,” they said. “Thank God for little sluts like you. Only thing that makes drives like this doable.”

Tori steamed a bit at the teasing but it was true. What word other than slutty would describe what he was doing? In response he slid his mouth down until his lips touched his fingers. He pressed the stranger’s cock to the roof of his mouth, massaging it with his tongue and throat muscles.

The stranger's cock shifted slightly as they went weak in the knees, claws digging into the top of the stall to steady themself. “Jesus, you’re an eager little thing, ain’t you?” He said.

Tori was. His desire overcame his aversion, and he found himself kneeling on the bathroom floor, bobbing his head up and down on the other man’s cock. One hand steadied himself against the stall, the other found its way between his legs, stroking his own shaft.

“Fuck me,” the voice said, wavering slightly. “I bet you’d have done this for free, eh? Dirty little thing sitting there, playing all shy, pretending he’s not interested in my thick cock. Look at you now.”

There was no arguing with him. Tori was all of those things and more. But he was also the one with the power, the object of this stranger’s desire. There was something freeing about giving in to your base desires, at least on occasion.

He tasted the thin, salty pre-cum his new friend was producing, eagerly swallowing it. The bathroom was quiet except for the grunts and moans from the two of them, and the wet sucking sound of Tori’s lips.

“Oh fuck,” the voice said, “I hope you’re thirsty, you little whore.”

Tori was.

He waited for the last moment, until he felt the stranger’s cock pulse. He pressed his snout right against the stall, letting the stranger blow his load down the dog’s throat. It was thick and warm and potent. The taste was strong, almost overwhelming. Tori could hear the feline stifle a moan as load after load of cum shot down his throat.

Once the feline was done, Tori stayed on his shaft, sucking gently to get every last drop out of him. He didn’t last much longer. Soon enough he could feel his knot swell. He pulled off of the feline’s cock and bit down on one paw to stop from moaning as he blew his load into his other.

After a moment, the spent cock pulled back through the hole, and a couple five dollar bills were pushed through unceremoniously. “Here’s your tip,” the voice said, “You earned it.” He could hear his companion pull his pants up, wash his paws, and then leave.

Tori needed a moment to catch his breath, amazed at himself for doing what he just did. His mind was flush with pride and shame in equal measures.

He licked the cum off of his paw, before wiping what got on the floor with some toilet paper. He stood up and pulled his pants up and left the stall, washing his paws and rinsing his mouth out.

He left the restroom and went back to the restaurant. The scent of deep fried food filled the air and he made his way back to his table by the window. The entire time he couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone in the restaurant was watching him. That they knew what he had done. What he was. He couldn’t help but smile.

He sat down at his table and let out a sigh. Randy, his boyfriend, was sipping his coffee, leaning back slightly in his chair. His mane was starting to show some gray in it around his temples. Randy’s wife Cedar was seated next to him, checking the route on her phone.

Their server came by, a young, buck-toothed squirrel. “How was everything?” She asked as she started to gather the empty plates.

“Delicious,” Cedar said. Randy and Tori echoed the sentiment.

“Well I’m glad to hear it. Interested in some dessert?” The squirrel asked.

The three looked at each other, and Randy was the first to speak. “Tempting, but I think we’re all full. Right?”

“Yeah, I’m stuffed,” Tori said, “Just the bill please.”

“Alright, are we splitting the bill?”

“Nah, one tab is fine. You’ve got some cash on you, right Tori?” Randy said.

Tori blushed, nodding.

“Alright,” the squirrel said, “Whenever you’re ready just come pay at the counter. Drive safe!”

Once she was out of earshot Cedar jabbed Randy in the ribs gently, prompting him to snicker slightly. “You two are terrible,” she said. “We’ve only got a couple hours left. You couldn’t wait?”

“You’re just jealous you didn’t get to watch,” Randy teased.

The look on Cedar’s face told them Randy wasn’t wrong.

Tori took one last sip of his coffee and stood up. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” Tori said, kissing Randy on the cheek. “Thank you.”