Detour! Part 1
#3 of Detour!
Warning: The following contains acts of Watersports (Urine) If you don't like don't read. :)
Riley sighed as he plopped down onto the smooth motel bed. He was a cute raccoon with a slim build, blue hair about neck length, and matching blue eyes. He always seemed to have an innocent look about him, even thought the only trait to follow that was his naivety.
A friend had invited him down for the weekend and the trip took roughly about three days. Given the distance, Riley was overjoyed to finally be able to go see his friend in person once again. He lay back on the bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. He wasn't quite ready for bed yet, but there was nothing to do. The only exception was the small selection of channels on the low quality television set.
'Well...' he thought to himself, 'I guess it's time for the first round of rations.' Riley had bought several value packs of dirty magazines before the trip, and kept them packed for 'emergency moments of boredom'. Each pack visibly showed the top and bottom magazines, but the three middle ones were a mystery. It was pretty much an easy way to quickly sell overstocked items.
Riley tore open the plastic of the one he grabbed and began to look through his score. He already knew the top one was an issue of 'Slim and Sexy' and the bottom was 'Muscle Mix'. The first of the middle mags turned out to be 'Raccoon City' a favourite of Riley's for obvious reasons. The next one was 'Leather Heater' a bisexual BDSM mag with a dominatrix skunkette on the cover sporting a rainbow Mohawk. That made Riley chuckle a little.
His eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the last magazine. It was titled 'Wet Puppies' in bold yellow letters above a picture of a cute Labrador, mouth wide open, getting pissed on. Riley's cock sprung up almost instantaneously at the first glance. He had been curious about this fetish for a long time but had only ever read about it. This was his first time seeing pictures of it.
For a moment he just looked of the cover shyly, but it wasn't long before he decided to fully treat his eyes to a feast of the bizarre. The first full page of photos contained a buff boxer kneeling in a shower as six other dogs treated him to their yellow streams. The second page had a very cute Dalmatian hoisted up by a well endowed husky companion. The husky was pounding his companion's ass raw as his urine poured out in a surging pool.
Riley panted heavily as he pleasured himself. What was it about this fetish that turned him on so much?
...
He thought about these pictures for most of the next day. As he drove through town after town he kept trying to figure out what is was that made him so infatuated with it. It was around 3pm when he needed to stop for gas just outside the next town.
It was a sort of run down looking place but not too unwelcoming. The dusty sun read 'Mike's Gas'.After filling up the gas that he needed he stepped inside to pay and grab a drink. The store inside was a bit cluttered, almost like the things in stock had just been tossed in place. After grabbing a Zip Cola he walked up to the owner, who was sitting at the front counter buried in a newspaper.
As Riley set the drink on the counter the fox put down his newspaper and stared at him for a brief moment. "Afternoon cutey." He spoke in a gruff voice. He was a grey fox who looked sort of rough around the edges but not without charm.
Riley blushed, "Heh...thanks for the compliment."
"No problem...this everything?" the fox replied.
"Oh and this." Riley said as he handed the fox his printed ticket from the gas machine.
The fox turned and placed the ticket in a scanner. As he moved however the adult magazines became visible. Riley peaked out of curiosity only to further his blushing. A magazine covered in black plastic displayed yellow letters reading 'Wet Puppies-October 2010'. He looked away as the fox returned. "Ok that'll be twenty-two, fifty."
Riley hesitated for a moment but was beaten by his persistent curiosity, "...oh, and um...um...the n-new issue of Wet Puppies please."
The fox shot him back a crooked a smile, "Don't sell a lot of these too often, interesting concept, I'll give 'em that...thirty-two, seventy-seven in total."
Riley passed the fox two twenties as he tried to shake off his embarrassment. When he was passed his changed he attempted a very lame shot at cleverness, "Th-thanks, well umm...speaking of pee, I still got a long trip ahead, you got a bathroom I could use?"
The fox looked at Riley smiling, "Sure, just around back, door next to the ice machine," he tossed Riley the key, "I can hold these things for ya until you get back."
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The bathroom Riley entered was actually quite clean looking, next to the odd stain here and there, but that was expected with any bathroom. There was a large mirror lit up by six circular bulbs above the sink to the right of Riley as he walked in. Just past the sink were two doors, one marked 'Utility Closet' and another marked 'Shower'. Riley set the key on the sink ledge and walked over to the urinal. There was a stall beside it that was actually currently occupied. Riley guessed that there must have just been more than one key available, as there was the capacity for two people to use the bathroom at once.
Riley stared over at the stall next to the urinal before he started to pee. Just next to the urinal was a peep hole at eye level, and below, just a few inches away from the rusted piss stains next to the urinal, was a medium sized hole with the words 'Piss Sluts Wanted' scratched above it.
His eyes widened as his heart raced slightly. He shook his head and looked away. 'What a great fucking coincidence!' he thought to himself. He unzipped his fly and grabbed his cock. It was already hard just from that single thought, so he needed to steady himself to aim properly. His stream of pee shook wildly as he tried desperately to ignore his curious urge to investigate the stall.
A low grunt was suddenly heard from the stall and Riley whipped his head over in surprise. The grunt sounded almost pleasurable, like whoever was in the stall was listening to Riley as he peed. Riley's heart had begun to race and he finished up as soon as he could. He shook his head again and rubbed his eyes, 'Calm down Riley! You're just still stuck in that magazine...that guy's just going to the bathroom...you're making this all up in your head...'
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted with a 'Tap tap tap!' It was the sound of fingers tapping against the side of the stall. Now this was just too much of a coincidence, whoever was inside was egging him on. He looked around nervously. His heart beat like crazy as he had to force down each swallow as he choked out his breaths. 'No!' he thought to himself, 'Think of the risks...think of what it would be like...is it really worth it? Do I really want this?'
'Tap tap tap!' came the fingernails again. 'Oh god! This can't really be happening...it's all a dream...it's just a dream...I...I...What should I do?' The pictures were back in his head again. They flashed through his mind like a violent storm and he could not think of anything else but the lingering urge that was overtaking him.
Riley suddenly rushed over to the coat hanger by the sink, immediately dropping down his pants and underwear. He placed them onto two of the small hooks that were next to the door. His shirt followed. He gave one more looked over to the stall, thinking of the mysterious occupant. With a final decision he locked the bathroom door.
He crept back over to the urinal, gripping his chest as he felt almost nauseous with a strange form of excitement. He slowly bent down until both legs were lying against cold cement. His nose flickered as the strong scent of old urine became present. It made him drool, much to his surprise. He never thought he'd fall into this new obsession so recklessly.
As he licked his lips and gripped his chest again and he slowly raised his fingers. Looking up at the hole just above his head he tapped the stall three times in the exact same pattern the occupant did.
He waited for an anxious moment, thinking to himself that he might have been imagining what the occupant was thinking. He might have really just made an idiot out of himself. If so, was there even enough time to grab his clothes and unlock the door before looking like a freak.
Riley was about to get up and leave when suddenly a large brown cock stuck out of the hole and onto Riley's forehead. He sat frozen, now that the moment was here, the real life implications were beginning to set in. 'This isn't safe...what the hell am I doing?! What the he-' A low grunt was heard again. Riley's thoughts stopped at once and he looked back up at the cock that lay on his head. Once again his heart pounded and his member flared as all rational thought slowly washed away from him.
He trailed his tongue along the shaft, gripping his own to quench his own excitement. When he reached the head, a small yellow bead fell from it onto Riley's smooth pallet. A strong salty flavour hit his taste buds and he backed away, realising what the flavour was. He closed his eyes and waited patiently for what inevitably would come next. The head of the stranger's cock bobbed up, spraying a quick jolt of urine onto Riley's face.
His nose twitched as small bits streamed down just above his nostrils, flaring up a thick smell that was all too familiar. Riley moaned lightly as he slowly slipped his tongue out to catch the mess that was now dripping down towards his mouth. The flavour that hit his taste buds was bitter but not overpowering. The insane sexual rush took over again and he moved forward giving away all of his senses into his bizarre fetish. He lapped lightly at his unknown companion, anxiously awaiting more of the stranger's stream of gold. He moved his lips over the shaft and let out a muffled whimper, begging for more.
The cock suddenly pushed forward in a rush causing Riley to gag for a brief moment. As he managed to quickly regain his composure the stranger in the stall began to empty the remaining contents of his bladder. The urine was now stronger in flavour as there was much more of it. The taste was bitter and salty. His moans gurgled as he forced himself to swallow as much as possible. Remnants continued to pour out of his muzzle as the flood's speed began to overpower his own ability to swallow.
Suddenly the stream slowed to a stop and a deep voice rang out, "How about a shower?" Riley looked up and could see the outline of someone's eye in the peep hole above. "S-sure..." he responded shyly as he heard the voice of his 'unknown partner'. He lay back onto the cold ground, moving his tail up between his legs, and looked up at the peep hole with a seductive look, "I'm ready for that hot shower stud!" His voice was met with a low chuckle, and a long stream of piss.