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The entire week between my encounters with the wolf passed by in a blur. I had kept up my habit of visiting the gas station every day after work, but I was so busy daydreaming about the big wolf and his leaky dick that on a few days I didn’t even bother waiting around for someone to covertly watch, I simply pissed and left, barely even remembering why I had made a ritual of stopping by to begin with.

The wolf had noticed me peeking, ‘punished’ me with a muzzle full of his piss and told me if he saw me next week I’d get the whole load, not just the end of his stream. As the day approached I began to worry that maybe he really was trying to threaten me, he certainly sounded aggressive at the time, but how could such a mouthwatering offer be anything other than flirting? It would probably be fine. Probably.

When the day arrived, my heart was fluttering as I pulled into the gas station. I’d never been nervous just arriving before, but there I was, restless, looking all around for signs of the wolf. I couldn’t find any. Thankfully I’d arrived at pretty much the exact same time as last week, so if the wolf was serious he should be here soon. As usual, there were already a couple trucker types in the store when I went inside. I tried to find the tall wolf’s head overtop of the shelves of goods, but no dice.

I greeted the cashier as I walked past, a willowy pine marten who recognized me as a regular. I told him I’d pick up a cinnamon bun on the way out, as I often did.

The marten nodded towards the restroom I was clearly heading towards, and said: “Hey, how come you never go on company time?”

I’d been here consistently enough he’d obviously noticed my habit of using the facilities every day, but being called out on it had my whiskers atwitch and my cheeks heating up. He was laughing and clearly meant nothing serious by it, but on that day of all days it threw me off hard enough to have me freeze in place for a couple seconds before responding.

“When I need to pee I have a good excuse to stop here, and once I’m here I may as well buy a bun, right?”

He laughed, I relaxed, letting my shoulders slump. I had barely realized I’d been tensing them. The cashier turned to help another customer and I was about to resume my path toward the restroom when I noticed, behind him, through the window, a large, dark-furred man getting out of a truck. It was the wolf I’d been waiting for all week. My heart beat hard as I briefly, madly, considered going out there to say hello.

No. We were to meet at the urinals as planned. I forced myself to turn away and march right to my destination. Complicating things, somebody was already there, a very tall ursine who I hurried past to take my spot at the second urinal. It didn’t matter, he’d leave soon and make space for the wolf, and then I’d get my prize. I wished him away as I pulled my dick and balls through my fly, but, of course, that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to take a peek.

Oh my god, what a peek it was! His dick was huge, both girthy and long and his stream powerful, like a powerwasher, to the point that the splashback was obviously spattering the big guy’s clothes in a fine mist of his own piss. I bet they smelled divine. I immediately imagined getting a hold of his pants somehow, huffing on them while jerking off. My exposed dick stiffened at the thought.

The great big bear let out a low, belly-shaking laugh. “Enjoying the view, shrimp?”

He had been peeking at me as well. Must have been, what other explanation was there? I looked up, the bear being almost two feet taller than me, and squeaked. It was him! That same bear from the first time I’d ever stopped here, the one who got me addicted to visiting and peeking in the first place.

“I-it’s quite a view!” I said.

Heat had returned to my cheeks and the bear’s scrutiny had brought my dick to full attention, though its size did not compare in the slightest to his.

“I remember you, pipsqueak.” He was still pissing as he talked, the stream only now starting to weaken. He leaned towards me and spoke quieter from then on. “I bet you’re wondering if you can fit this thing inside you.”

“I- I- Well-”

“And I’m wondering what sounds you’ll make when I do.” His stream was petering out at this point, he shook his dick a little to keep the flow going.

Any day but today I would have jumped on the offer, and his cock, without a second thought, but today… “Th-th-that s-sounds-”

He chuckled at my stammering and turned to me fully. Aiming his dick at my own exposed cock and balls, his last dribbling sprays of pee were on target, soaking my privates in his piss. I was throbbing hard.

He winked at me while he put away his dick. I blinked and blinked. “Come find me in my truck in the next fifteen minutes and I’ll take you on the ride of your life.”

He zipped up and left me like that, not realizing he was only half of the reason for my wide-eyed shock. Before the bear left I’d seen him, the wolf I’d been waiting for. He had entered the restroom and was lingering, waiting for the bear to leave. Why did the bear have to come today? I desperately wanted to rush out of here after him and jump onto his lap, let him rearrange my insides with that goliath member of his, but I’d waited all week for this wolf and I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to drink down a bladderful of the canine’s liquid gold.

I hoped the wolf hadn’t overheard my conversation with the bear, or noticed him pissing on my dick, but there was nothing I could do about it now other than wait and see. With the bear out of the picture, the tall and tubby trucker wolf took his place beside me. I had tried to regain composure and was staring intently at the wall in a further attempt to center myself, the last of my stream dribbling into the urinal below.

“Did you know that bear, gay boy?” the wolf intoned in his graveled voice, unbuttoning his pants and shoving the rim of his underwear beneath his balls, though not yet peeing.

“He- Well-” I realized then, for the first time, that I had been stroking my rock hard dick without thinking, soaking my paw in that bear’s piss and getting increasingly thirsty for the stuff. “I was getting hard thinking about you. He noticed, and teased me as he left, that’s all.”

The big wolf snorted. “Rock hard just waiting for me. Pissrag. I told you I’d use you as a urinal if I caught you here again, looks like that’s exactly what you wanted.”

What use was there denying it? I nodded.

“I w-”

“Shut it, faggy little mouse. Urinals don’t speak.” He looked around, making sure nobody else was about, then grabbed me by the shoulder—his big, strong paw gripping me like I was luggage—and dragged me physically into the closest stall.

I stumbled as I came after him, dribbling the final drops of my own piss haphazardly across the restroom floor, having had no time to put my dick away. I’d half expected him to piss in my maw right there in the open, quick and dirty like last time, just a little longer, a little more for me to swallow, but no. He had bigger plans, and by the time he’d locked us in a stall, and shoved me down to my knees, he was ready to tell me about them.

“From now on, slut, you’re my personal urinal. Every time I catch your fruity ass here I’ll be emptying my bladder down your throat. Is that clear?”

“Y-”

“Don’t speak. Just nod.”

I nodded.

“Good,” he said. “And if I happen to need to empty my balls, I’ll use you as fleshlight too. Is that clear?”

I nodded.

“Good. Dumb gay mouse boys can learn too, who knew?” He grabbed his sheath and squeezed, coaxing out a couple more inches of his fat rod. “Now, open up.”