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Gay Paris is a glorious and artful place to be, no one can deny such a thing. But it's also an eternally busy place. Bustling, rushing, flashing lights and with ever-changing fashion that shifts with the breeze -- sometimes ... It can just be far too much effort to keep up. Normally, he was one to always enjoy the rush and sights of Paris itself, but lately? Pepe le Pew decided he just needed to refresh his mind with the beauty and fresh air of the great outdoors. Gone were the clouds of cigarette smokes, streams of car exhausts, overstuffed garbage cans, or fogs of too many artificial perfumes at once. He wanted nothing more than to visit his cousin, Pitu, and breathe in the great open air of the beautiful countryside.

Well, sort of.

As the bus doors opened, and Pepe stepped out into open air, it was not the scent of fresh trees and wildflowers that greeted him. No, he stepped out, bright eyed and beaming, and took in a deeeeeep breath... "Ahh, zee great outdoors! Zee wildflowers, honeysuckles, and zee fresh scent of chopped woo--" Pepe le Pew's words were cut short as the sharp, pungent scent of another skunk wafted and surrounded him like an old friend. Seconds later, a physically-present old friend swoops in to wrap his arms around the city-slicker skunk, strong enough to lift up the slimmer man off his very feet.

"Pepe! Cousin Pepe!" A larger, red flannel-clad skunk swung the lithe Pepe right into the open air. With a joyous laugh, the muscle-bound skunk gives Pepe a singular twirl before he rests him back on his unsteady, stumbling feet. Pitu le Pew then parts some of his own sweeping white hair from his eyes to give Pepe a good look. "You've finally made it! I was beginning to wonder if dear cousin was going to be too soft for zis journey! Come, come, I'll show you to ze lads and help you get sorted. C'est t'ici!"

Pitu takes Pepe's hand, and promptly leads him through the lumbermen's yard. The slimmer city-skunk could feel his face heat up as he squeezes Pitu's hand. While his cousin explained the lay of the land, names to know, Pepe le Pew couldn't help but admire his own cousin's physique. Working out in the lumberyard, chopping trees, really did something to give his already-impressive build, even more definition that could be seen in the shape of his flannel clinging to his torso. The red and black gridwork outlined his pectorals, and the rolled up sleeves framed Pitu's biceps with artistic ease. Pepe hadn't even realized the tour had come to an end, until Pitu's smiling, questioning gaze lingered on Pepe's own face.

"Well, cousin?" Pitu asks, amusement clear as day on his face, "Have you any k'estion?"

It's then that the weight of the hours of bus-riding, comes to weight down on Pepe's physique. All the drinks, the waiting, the sleeping aboard trains. All with no pit-stops, and the need to piss was reaching critical mass. Flustered, the skunk asks with a shy grin, "Ahhh, cousin Pitu -- may you guide me to ze nearest toilettes?"

Pitu gives him two blinks. And then a fit of uproarious laughter. He smacks Pepe's back, making the smaller man stumble forward with an alarmed grip to his own crotch. Blushing, knees buckled together in discomfort, he stares at Pitu in shock, "Cousin! What is zee matter with you? Qu'est-ce que c'est?"

"Pepe! You are already here!" Pitu then gestures a broad hand out to the lumberyard itself. "Look!"

Pepe frowned, then looked to where Pitu gestured. To the shock of his sensitive senses, he witnesses not just a few other skunks relieving themselves -- but relieving themselves in full visibility of each other, and even him! He could see the very definition of each of their cocks, the figures laughing and speaking freely amongst themselves, one hand free to gesture, the other gripping their pissing penises. It's then that Pepe realizes why the camp had been so pungent-smelling; it wasn't just the presence of so many skunks in one place, but the very fact that...

"All of the outdoors eez our own personal toilettes, my dear friend!" Pitu informs as he wraps an arm over the flustered Pepe's shoulders. "In fact, how about vee both go relieve ourselves, oui?"

"Euh-- I, ahhh..." A deep flush of embarrassment crept up Pepe's face. It was all just too much! He couldn't bring himself to stare, and even much less, be seen! With an uncomfortable grab at his own crotch, legs tight, he answers, "I, I think I'll, ffffffind some distant trees... I'm, very sorry dear cousin -- I'm just too sensitive for, for such bold acts!"

Pitu gives Pepe's shoulders another few hard smacks of comfort, a laugh leaving him, "Oh alright, alright. I'm telling you, though! There's no need to be shy, here. You'll get used to it, cousin! Go, then, and I'll wait up for you. Don't take too long! We only have so many hours of daylight to work in, after all!"

It was truly a culture shock, to be honest. Pepe had been used to such a refined and private lifestyle, he had never anticipated the shock of living among rougher-edged and hardier men. "No matter where I look, z'ees men, they ... they act like, like animals!" Pepe found himself uttering, just as he hurried past a group of men with slacks slackened, dicks out, and were either comparing sizes or having some deep philosophical discussion while hunched very, very near each other, barely heard over the sounds of their own hissing urination. Pepe had started to wonder (or even hope? So many conflicting feelings...) if these two men were about to kiss, with how intimately comfortable they were with one another. In a strange way, it was almost romantic... Only for one of the skunks to let out a deep, reverberating fart, followed by his own erupt of laughter. The stench of bodily musk wasn't like anything Pepe could pin-point. No matter where he went, it was the smell of Men.

And yet ... like an exquisite cheese, Pepe le Pew found himself growing slowly more accustomed -- or even enjoying -- the strange aura that permeated the entire camp. His shyness still gripped him and his choices, for each need to retreat to piss had him retreat off to some small corner of the camp. It was uncomfortable, and he found himself more and more frustrated by his own modesty. But... bit by bit, those retreats were edging closer and closer to the others. There was a thrill, a freedom, in relieving himself just as nature's call struck, and so near to other men. Pepe started to wonder who had the right cultural ideas after all; to hide away bodily needs as if it were something to be shamed, or to embrace every aspect of self, and let loose like a rain of piss-worship to nature itself?

By the time it was nearing the end of the summer gettaway, Pepe le Pew found himself to be a new man. He felt stronger, tougher, refreshed in body and spirit... And, braver, though there was one last thing he wanted to do. Even if he had the courage to suggest the idea the flustered skunk couldn't bring himself to openly suggest it. Pepe could only hover shyly by Pitu's side, sending him glances and bright, innocent grins. He couldn't feel this way towards another man -- much less, his own cousin! But... Out in nature, who would judge? What is life, without a little bit of risk and rebellion? Intimacy between men wasn't anything inherently terrible, and Pitu ... Didn't seem to mind what closeness they had. Pepe hadn't even realized that Pitu was speaking to him while they were in the midst of packing up their things.

"Pardon? What was that, cousin?"

"Ahh, I just need to go let my wee-wee go 'oui, oui' if you know what I mean, cousin, haha!" Pitu set his things aside, answering with a sigh, "I'll be just a moment, don't go wandering off too far without me...!"

"-- I'm coming with you." Pepe answered, quick and determined. He near trembled with nerves, but he wanted this. He wanted to be brave, to be ... Manly, and bond as men bond under the open skies! His words brought Pitu to look to him, one surprised eye visible under the sweep of white hair.

The built skunk then let out a joyous laugh, and offers his hand out to Pepe, "Well how z'about that! Yes, come along! You've come such a long way from the shy and sheltered city-skunk I once knew..!" Pepe set his hand in Pitu's larger, calloused grip, and walks along his side to one of the very few outdoor men's rooms. It was a small concrete shack, meant more for the passing-by tourists and more reserved residents. Pepe quirks an eyebrow at the sight of the building itself.

"I thought we did not bother with the actual toilets, Pitu?" Pepe asks, as his hand reaches down to rub at his own aching bladder. With wanting to relieve himself with Pitu all day, he incidentally ended up doing an accidental hold. His bladder full, pressing in against his core with pressing need. His own anxiety and anticipation to time his need with Pitu, overtook his pressing need -- but it really was reaching near the end of the line, by this point. The discomfort was near unbearable, but moreso was the thought of urinating alone before the day was through.

"We don't!" The skunk laughed, and he leads Pepe out to the side of the building, instead. Standing just outside of the lavatory, he could hear the hiss of piss through the window-slits near the roof of the building itself. Gruff voices were muffled inside, and the stench of urine and skunk-musk clung to every breath of air. Pepe's face flustered as he even heard the grunts of farts from within the busy building. Casting Pitu an inquisitive glance, Pepe didn't even have time to utter words out of his open mouth when Pitu simply pulled out his thick cock from his work-jeans.

He shouldn't be shocked, and yet, Pepe let out a flustered laugh of surprise. Pitu looked good; big, strong, his fist gently gripping his heavy (and not even erect!) dick. With his other hand on his hip, he turns towards the wall, and quirks an eyebrow to Pepe, smiling. "So? What's the wait, cousin? Still feeling shy..?"

"R-right! Right! Non! I'm here, I'm here." Pepe fumbled, and with trembling hands, he undid the front of his own pants. Tugging his flannel shirt aside, he pulled out his own cock, gaze downcast on himself as he took aim against the concrete wall. His eyes then dart aside to watch Pitu without moving his head, and he witnesses the skunk-man simply unleash an arcing torrent of piss against the stony wall. A bright, dark splatter of urine stains the dry wall a darker tone, and shifts to yellow as it came to pool into the gravel below. Pebbles shone with his release, and Pitu let out a deep, content sigh. So relaxed was he, so comfortable, he even let out a long fart that rumbled from his ass. A thick arc that hisses with force, and pattered against the concrete stone. A deep-chested groan leaves the skunk as he tilts his head back, and let nature run its course.

Pitu tilts his head, angling it to see Pepe from under the wave of white hair that covers his face. He grins, "Joining me?"

"-- Oui -- give me a moment, s'il-vous-plait." Pepe answered with a flustered laugh. He still couldn't believe it -- Pitu held absolutely no shame next to him, and simply didn't care about how much he shared with him. And so Pepe angles himself to face the wall, and he allows his core to releases its tension. He feels the hot gush course through him like a personal fire-hose. The yellow arc pisses out of the slim skunk's cock, and splatters loudly against the nearby wall. He laughs, relieved while relieving himself, and enjoying the thrill of letting go so close and so openly next to the man he admires. Pepe cast a glance once more to Pitu's cock, watching as the gold stream seemed endless in its hissing rush. The man could fit buckets in him...!

Pepe could smell his own urine scent breach the air, joining in the fog of smells all around them. Not only his, but Pitu's as well. Pissing on the wall so close by his side, he could almost feel the rebounding flecks of his piss reach his hand and cock. Feeling a burst of brave mischief, Pepe Le Pew angles his cock so his arc ends up splattering against Pitu's. The taller skunk's brow lofts up, and he laughs in turn, angling his cock so that his piss arc splatters over the wall-stain Pepe himself had made, covering his own mark. Soon, the two were simply pissing into the same mass of streaming urine against the wall, seemingly battling for dominance as their fluids puddling together into the gravel below. The two laughed -- and Pepe lets out a small yelp of surprise as his own relaxed state accidentally lets out his own whistled fart. Blushing bright, he could smell his own personal fog infiltrate the fog around them. Pitu could only laugh, tears of mirth in his eyes.

"I've been wrong about you, Pepe...!" Pitu comments as their streams finally, slowly, came to weaken down into dribbling drops. He tucks himself back behind his boxers and jeans, flannel then tucked back behind the hem of his pants. "You've relaxed so much since coming here. Zis has been very good for you, friend. You're so much more looser and laissez-faire!"

Pepe could only grin, nodding his head in joyous enthusiasm, "Ahhh, it's going to be so terrible, returning to zee city after this. I will miss this and I will miss you, Pitu."

Pitu claps his dirtied hand against Pepe's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear, "Don't worry, there's always the next season. Or perhaps, I ought to visit you! What an adventure that would be, no? You could show me around Paris itself, and we would make it ours!"

"I think I would like that very much, Pitu." Pepe answers, smiling, as he pats his own damp hand against Pitu's back. Laughing, feeling refreshed in more ways than one, the two skunks fixed themselves back into some semblance of publicly decent, and made their way back to the bus station, arms interlocking at each other's backs.

"I would like that very much, indeed!" Pepe affirmed, "Come visit chez Pepe, any time!"

Reaching the bus stop, Pitu helps with loading up the bags. Pepe's smile grew a little sad at the sight, and on taking the first step on the bus, he looks back to see Pitu. Pitu gives him an inquisitive glance. "Hmm...? Oui?"

And Pepe leans in, rebellious against witnesses and social laws, and places a quick kiss to Pitu's lips. He retreats, flustered, and offers an almost manic wave of nevous enthusiasm. A moment of hesitance was on Pepe's face; had he gone too far...?

Pitu took a moment of shock, but then, beams grin. A small dusting of color even covers his own flushing face. His fingers then gave a small wave.

"I will see you again!"

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