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Lex and the World of Troubles

By Dirt

The Gas Station

Dearest Mother And Father,

By the time that you're reading this, I'm approximately 200 miles away from this very letter. It is regrettable that you must be finding it out via letter, but I couldn't suffer your expressions announcing my departure in person. Though I had tried to tell you both in so many words, none of them ever managed to slip into your ears and rest themselves in your minds. It was always "Ph.D. this" or "lawyer that" whenever the conversation of how I am to spend my twenties.

Unfortunately, I just cannot walk your paths as if it were my own. I imagine you're upset. You're wondering why your son has chosen to throw away all the opportunities anyone else would kill for. Truth be told, you raised a spoiled brat who never recognized the importance of the roadmap you've laid out. The AP classes, the SAT/ACT test prep, and the admittance coaching were all wasted from the start. I'd no intentions of ever going to school, at least, none of the ones you'd selected for me.

You might think it was my seventeenth birthday, the one you ruined by forbidding I go out with my friends that I'd betrayed your plans, but I'd known this letter was going to be left on the dining room table since I was fifteen years old. Imagining your faces breaks my heart. You've been nothing but good to me and I am truly grateful for you raising me. If only our worlds could have possibly existed in the same realm, I'd spend every minute sharing it with you two. Well, not every moment, as I've got hundreds of plans that are unimaginably ungraspable.

Nothing dangerous or illegal.

Well, certainly some that are a little dangerous and maybe a few that toe the line between civil and disobedient.

I assure you though that I am on my way to be living my best life. I know that meant being a public figure for the burdened upper-middle class suburban families of our great country, but hopefully some other young mustelid will take up the cause. I cannot fathom the awfulness that this world will have to endure with one less spinal surgeon hopeful leaving to live a lifestyle of the young and reckless.

I have accidentally worked myself into a fit, so I must conclude this letter. As you have figured, I will not be joining you on our planned vacation oversees in the following few weeks. I will be taking the UBI I have been placing into savings (no, the church nor its pray for play charities have not received a penny from me since I've turned 18) and living somewhere, anywhere, else. Cousin Stanley will be with me so worry not about my safety.

Father, I will miss our time in the study.

Mother, I will miss our time in the garden.

May you both miss our time on the patio.

With Utmost Love and Respect,

Lexington Russel Delgado

P.S. I'm Gay

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"You know you're stupid, right? Your mother dropped you too many times, and now you're like this!"

Lex kicked dirt up into the air as he paced around. His toes exposed at the end of his shoes got covered in brown, but he couldn't find a way to concern himself over his dirty paws. Not while the car was pulled over on the side of the road, leaning close to the edge of a ditch. The rear passenger tire was mostly shredded to pieces with rubber clumps spilled out onto the highway behind them.

"Stop yelling at me. I said I'm sorry." Stan pleaded to his cousin.

Stan was sitting on the back of his car with his thumb pointed outward as he'd seen in the movies. The skunk's tail hung submissively over the side of the trunk, only kicking up a wag when he saw a passerby. It'd been almost twenty minutes since the last car drove by, an elderly ram couple not even bothering to look at the stranded teens. There seemed to be no cars coming down the road anytime soon and that just pissed off Lex even more.

"I took care of EVERYTHING and all you had to do was get us there. It would've taken you less than ten minutes to check the tire pressure. Did you even check the oil like I told you to?" Lex continued.

"This isn't that bad. We get a ride to the nearest gas station, we fill up the donut, and we get back on the road in no time!" Stan said, hoping to reason with Lex.

"We were supposed to be two hundred miles from home right now. I don't even think we've left the county yet."

Lex pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned the screen on. It was still almost completely full, there wasn't a problem there. His wallet, on the other hand, was starting to empty out quickly. Calling a tow would dip too much into his savings, and even if Stan was holding out on him, they'd still be going hungry for the rest of the month if he had to pay for a major expense before they even made it to their new home.

"If we're selling anything so we can eat this month, we're starting with your stuff," Lex said, pointing at all the things in the back seat.

"Gosh, you're so mean to me. I don't remember you being this mean when you were with your family. Humph," Stan said with his arms folded.

"They made me be nice in front of you. Told me if I played well with the family idiot, they'd take me out for ice cream afterwards."

Stan shot a glare at Lex and the other boy received it. Lex turned his full body around to his cousin and started to pull up his long-sleeved purple shirt. Stan's tail went upward as he jumped down from the trunk of the car and turned to face the other skunk. Neither of them has had a good fight since they were little cubs, but both of them felt angry enough to make it happen right here in the middle of nowhere.

"Truck!" Stan shouted before Lex could fully engage.

Both of them stood down immediately and leaned up against the car casually. Lex let his sleeve fall down naturally, not wanting to draw any attention to it lest the truck sees something suspicious about them. Being a skunk already meant it was pretty hard for a stranger to just let them in their car and stink up the place. Add in the fact that they were two rowdy gay teens and no one wanted to put them in their vehicle.

Stan rested his ass on the car and spread his legs just the slightest bit to open his crotch as an invitation. His black jeans were tight, giving the skunk opportunity to show off the outline of his thick bulge. The white tank top glowed over his pitch-black fur on his chest and arms. The only color on him was his pink ballcap that he wore of his head that begged the question to strangers: Fuckboi bro or horny gay teen?

Lex glanced over to his side and saw his cousin shamelessly presenting himself for the pickup on its way over. He couldn't let the ditsy idiot be the only thing they had to offer. Lex bent himself over next to the other skunk, looking like there was something inside of the car that was interesting. His baby blue polo shirt kept him young, giving him the schoolboy he was trying so hard to pull off. His tail hung downward, but he pushed it to the side to show off some ass in his tan cargo shorts.

He raised his leg up behind him as he reached deep over the trunk of the car, hoisting himself up to really pronounce his backside to the pickup coming towards him. The skunk lifted his leg just a little more, exposing his calf and hip to the truck coming his way. Just the thought of exposing himself so easily on the side of the road started to turn him on. He couldn't help but grind himself up against the sedan in his own lust.

Both of their bodies were slender at the sides and thick at the hips. If it wasn't for their naturally long fur, they'd look closer to the twink boys on the covers of magazines that they both fetishized. Still, they tried their best to replicate the look and that got them the attention that they were looking for.

The truck slowed down and a slight tap of the horn caught both of their attention. It began to pull up right behind them and they stood at attention. They looked at each other dumbly, not really quite sure the customs that went along with soliciting themselves in front of strangers. Perhaps this buck behind the steering wheel was just some genuine man that wanted to help out some stupid teens. Perhaps he wanted more.

"Y'all need somethin' or ya just gonna stand there with your dicks in your paws?"

Both of them jumped as he gave them a quick beep of his horn and motioned to the passenger side window. Lex snapped out of it first, but Stan was quick to get ahead of him. Both of them looked at each other, noticing that they'd both noticed the same thing: the stag's light country accent. It was something that they had talked about before and out of all of the accents they were interested in, it was at the top of their lists.

"Yeah, thanks. Our tire blew out and need a ride to fill up our spare," Stan said quickly.

"Hope you wouldn't mind giving us a ride to a gas station," Lex picked up.

The buck looked them over and the boys did the same back. He looked older, certainly not in his twenties like they were. He had a small gut pushing out of his white t-shirt. The blue flannel he had didn't look like it could be closed without snapping a few buttons in the process. There was a yellow hue around the collar of his shirt though they couldn't tell if it was just beer stains after a wash or sweat built up from the day.

"Sure thing. I got room for one of y'all. Toss the tire in the back," he told them, flicking his antlers towards the bed of the truck.

The boys looked at each other again, though, their expressions didn't perfectly line up between them. Stan was nervous-looking, not sure splitting up seemed like the best idea for the two of them, but Lex had no reservations. This was the repressed fantasy that he'd been dreaming about since he was fifteen years old reading gay smut in the dark. This was the whole point of everything.

"I'll tag along. Stan, why don't you get the car jacked," Lex gave him a sly look. A smile spread his lips and added for salt, "if you can manage that, please."

Stan looked hurt, darting his gaze to the car and then back to the cab of the truck. He realized he'd just been outmaneuvered and there was no real way out of it without picking a fight in front of a stranger. His hesitation cost him this round and he grumbled all the way to the car. Lex smirked at the pouting skunk, watching him smugly before he grabbed the spare and headed off with the buck.

What'd he known from erotica was quickly getting thrown out the window as they drove down the road. Lex had imagined a quiet ride where they'd subtly edge their way through hints about favor exchanges. Instead, it was the buck doing the vast majority of the talking, bitching about his sister and her fucking fawns driving him crazy. Several times the skunk lost track of who the stag was complaining about and part of him just wanted to open the door and roll out onto the side of the road.

"And can ya believe ma and pa still wantin me'da have kids. Ain't no way I wan anya dem shits aroun' mah house. You and yer boyfrien bes not ruin yerselves 'dopting," the stag, Chet apparently, threw out there.

"Boyfriend? No, he's my cousin," Lex said, finally having something to contribute to the conversation.

"Ah, well. I jus assumed since y'all're queer as all hell," he threw out casually.

"I mean, you got that part right."

"Good," Chet punctuated.

Lex stared over the deer, waiting for him to follow up that last part with something, but he didn't. For the first time since he'd stepped into the car, he actually remained quiet. He squinted at him, trying to read what the hell Good meant. Was he saying it because he thought it was good that he wouldn't be able to have kids of his own? The stag was an odd one to him, and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

Just ahead, a gas station came into sight and Lex refocused his attention to the road. There were no other cars in it, probably because the price per gallon was double that which he'd ever seen before. He tried to think back if Stan had filled up the tank like he was supposed to, or if they'd be wrung out trying to fill their tank here. A sense of dread didn't get the chance to overwhelm him before the stag spoke.

"I'mma take a piss," he threw out there as he swung open his door.

"Uh, alright. I'll just get air in the tire, I guess," Lex responded.

Before he could even finish his sentence, Chet had slammed the door shut. Lex opened his door and walked out onto the pavement. Surrounding him was nothing but fields of brown grass enveloping the stop. He felt like he could see miles in either direction of the road, no cars on either side to give a perspective of the distance. It'd only been a few hours since they got onto the road, but things got rural really fast once they were out of the suburbs.

He walked to the bed of the truck, ready to grab the tire before he heard something. He turned to see Chet heading to the bathroom, not looking at him, but instead, clicking his tongue. Every few steps he made it towards the door, the deer clicked his tongue three times rapidly. It sounded like he was calling a feral animal, but there were no dogs in sight. It'd just been them and whoever was managing the register.

Now this was like the stories.

At least, it damn well better be. Either that, or he was about to make an absolute fucking fool of himself and get stranded in the middle of nowhere. Lex started to catch up to the stag walking into the bathroom, getting a glance at the inside of the store. A grey tabby boy was sitting on a chair behind glass, never looking up to notice people had arrived. His focus was on his phone and it didn't look like it was going to be changing anytime soon.

Lex caught the door just before it closed, looking behind him one last time before walking inside. Chet was waiting, standing in the middle of the bathroom facing him. The bathroom stunk of piss as if everyone had been using the corners instead of the toilets. Through it all though, he could make out the stag's arousal and knew this was no fluke. He flicked his head over to the urinals, taking the furthest one of the three against the wall.

He padded on over, keeping his gaze squarely on Chet's crotch as he unzipped his jeans in front of him. The deer pulled down his pants, revealing his white briefs to the skunk. He made sure that he was angled facing towards the skunk so that the boy could get a good long look at his dick when he dropped his underwear. The country buck had nothing to be ashamed of and swung himself out proudly. He must've been at least seven inches long and he could tell Lex was measuring him with his eyes.

"Nine inches long hard. Yer cous looks pretty big imself, but I'm curious to see if you size up," Chet said, looking down at his crotch.

Lex snickered as he got into position next to the buck. "Ha! Yeah, he sure does have big socks in his underwear. Nah, I think I got something you might like."

Lex was too excited to hold himself back even the slightest bit. He didn't wait to get up to the urinal before he pulled up his polo shirt and pulled down the front of his cargo shorts. He didn't even bother showing off underwear as he pulled his briefs down with his shorts. The stag's circumcised dick jumped in excitement as he saw the skunk's uncut black-furred dick roll out of his pants.

"Oh shoot," Chet gasped.

Lex grabbed hold of his dick and gave it a few pumps for Chet's entertainment. He gripped the base of his shaft and slid his grip up and down, pumping it up until he was erect for the stag. His foreskin pulled back, revealing the bright pink head of his cock dripping pre straight onto the tile floor of the bathroom. He couldn't help but let out a few moans, partly in show for the stag and partly just because he was actually enjoying it.

Chet's own cock got fully hard just watching the skunk play with himself in front of him. He gripped himself tightly around his hooved fingers, picking up the pace with every stroke. The deer flicked his antlers towards the skunk aggressively, motioning towards the urinal next to him as he grew impatient. His large nostrils flared as he started to breathe in and out hard enough to fog up the tiles in front of his snout.

"Grab me," the deer demanded.

Lex wasn't a big fan of being bossed around, but he was too horny to ask him to start saying please. He did as he was told, pulling up the urinal and reaching down to grab the buck. Chet didn't even ask if he could, but instead just reached down and grabbed the skunk's uncut cock. He took in a sharp breath, surprised about the rough cervine fingertips gripping his dick. Despite how fast this all seemed to be moving, this was only the second time he'd actually been touched by anyone other than himself.

"Aim me at the urinal. I still gotta piss," Chet ordered while aiming his free hand at Lex's urinal. "You piss too."

Chet wasn't about to let Lex get distracted by his own inexperience. He was already making some minor adjustments to his stance while he aimed Lex at the urinal. His dick was still rock hard, his head pulsating at all the attention he was getting. He wasn't quite sure if he could piss while being this hard, but he was dripping beads of pre onto the tile like he was. The deer, on the other hand, had no such problems.

He felt the cock in his hand grow just the slightest bit bigger just before he felt the shaft turn hot. Piss flooded out the tip of the stag's nine-inch cock, spraying the porcelain with his urine. Chet wasn't holding back, blasting the urinal with a thick stream just a bit too strong. Piss splashed back, a lot of it getting on his fur and the deer's pants. He didn't stop though, expecting the skunk to adjust himself.

Despite having been a male his entire life, Lex was finding it quite hard to actually aim the other man's dick. The backsplash from the piss was getting all over the place as he moved his paw around in all different angles to keep the deer dry from his own piss. All the while, he couldn't get his own stream to start-up under all of the pressure of thinking so hard about it. He was worried that Chet was gonna be pissed (no pun intended) about the skunk's mishandling, but he just thought it was a game.

"Yeah, dirty boy. Making a mess all over the place," Chet huffed loudly and bit his lip.

He gave Lex a few strokes and squeezes in hopes to coax the piss out of the skunk. It worked though. Realizing that Chet was still having fun despite the fact that the skunk was so obviously novice relaxed him just enough that he could feel his bladder. He could feel the warmth of piss building up inside of him. A coo escaped his lips and he leaned into the urinal. His eyes closed gently and he tilted his head back just enough to find that comfortable place he needed to be in.

"Don't keep teasin' me boy an jus go," Chet spurred.

The first bit of Lex's piss dribbled out just as the deer spoke, but it encouraged him just enough to push out an actual stream for the cervine. His eyes were still closed, but he could feel the older man's eyes upon him, taking in the sight of him pissing for him. It made Lex gulp and inhale, forcing in the aroma of the deer and bathroom deep into his lungs. He loved all of it.

The sound of a car door's closing interrupted them. Like lightning, the two of them were instantly in completely different positions. Lex had to get good at hiding from his parents, and he assumed that Chet didn't live quite a different life than his own. Neither needed to speak or alert each other of the changes outside and find a more inconspicuous position to be in. Piss dripped down the tiles of the urinal wall, clearly showing the trail left as Lex moved from beside the deer to the furthest urinal away from him.

Neither spoke and both pretended that someone else had left a coat of fresh piss along the walls of the bathroom. It might've been obvious if someone had walked into the bathroom to spy on the two of them, but there was enough plausible deniability for them to ignore it. None of it mattered though as the deer's stream died down and Lex's bladder emptied soon after. No one walked into the bathroom and both the boys zipped up nonchalantly.

Lex walked over to the sink to wash his hands, but Chet caught up to him and clicked his tongue a few more times. The skunk turned curiously towards him, not quite sure what he wanted to do with him now that there was a risk of getting caught. Surely the buck didn't think that they were going to hop into a stall and finish up their little session. He closed the space between the two of them and grabbed hold of Lex's wrist.

The skunk tried to pull back, turning his head towards the door and whispering, "What're you doing? If they walk in, someone will see us."

Chet didn't respond, not with his words at least. He could see the buck's ears facing towards the door, listening for the sound of footsteps and movements. Lex's own ears weren't quite big enough to pick up much behind the thick bathroom door. Everything behind there was a mystery, and that made it hard to trust what the buck was doing. The buck's brown eyes were staring right back into his own and he couldn't help but feel disarmed.

He let his paws be raised to the deer's flat muzzle, his thick nostrils breathing in the scent of Lex's piss-soaked fur. His warm breath felt like his digits were being bathed in a sauna, still dripping piss like beads of sweat. It felt weird, cause he could smell it too, and even though he'd had some fantasies, he never actually involved himself with watersports. He hesitated, but he didn't want to be left out on all the fun.

As well, wasn't this part of the reason why he left his parent's sheltered life? This was the adventure.

The skunk leaned his own muzzle in and took a long sniff of the stag's thick scent. The aroma flooded inside of his own beady nose. He'd smelt nothing but piss since he'd walked into the bathroom, but now, undeniably, he was smelling Chet's own unique scent and mark. The smell was stale and musty, but tones of the stag himself could be picked apart by his longer snout. It was intimate, like he could trace out the deer in ways that made him tremble where he stood.

Without asking, he raised the skunk's paw a little more and bent his own muzzle downward before taking his fingers right into his muzzle. Lex murmured and squirmed, the warm lips wrapped around him and the wet tongue slipped between his digits. He played with the skunk's fingers for a second, just teasing him with the sensation of his tongue exploring his fingers before he started to suckle on his fur.

He could feel the piss getting pulled off of his fingers and the stag drinking his own flavor. Lex's heart raced at the thought of wondering what Chet tasted like, but the deer had a different idea for him. He could see him raising his own paw up to his muzzle, the hooved fingers gleamed with Lex's own piss still caught on them. Obediently, he dropped his jaw just enough to let Chet feed his fingers in, letting the skunk taste his own brew for the first time.

Chet's ears flicked and he pulled the skunk's fingers out of his muzzle in a single motion. He'd already stepped towards the door, and Lex, barely keeping up himself, took a single step towards the sinks. The sound of the heavy door swinging open, clipping against the brick frame echoed loudly, rattling the skunk's heightened senses. He looked up from the mirror over the sink to catch Chet push past an Australian Shepherd walking in.

The deer seemed pissed, though it wasn't anyone's fault that the dog needed to use the restroom. The shepherd ducked out of the way as the deer blew past him and cautiously approached inside fo the bathroom. His sensitive canine nose wrinkled at the smell of piss, most likely all of Lex's on the floor and walls of the bathroom. It reminded him that he still had urine all over his paws and fur.

He was washing his paws, contemplating clicking his tongue the way the deer did just to see if he could get a reaction from the dog. The guy seemed to be in his early twenties, closer to his age and wearing nothing but overalls to expose his chest fur and burly arms. The skunk's dick was still rock hard in his cargo shorts and he'd have no problems getting ready to play around more with a stranger until he thought of the stag again. His arousal was sapped immediately and his muzzle twisted and cringed in disgust.

Did Chet really just walk out of the bathroom without washing his paws?