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Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains EXPLORATORY MASTURBATION between TWO MALE CUBS. If this is offensive to you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended, because TAGS AND A CONTENT WARNING YOU HAVE NO FUCKING EXCUSE IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING. For anyone whom I haven't scared off... enjoy!

Light gradually began to seep across the campground as the sun peeked its head over the mountains. An owl hooted in the distance, it's last call before retreating to its nest for a well-earned sleep. In a simple green tent, two eleven year old cubs slept peacefully next to each other.

One stirred. The movement awoke Martin, but the wolf didn't want to open his eyes quite yet. It was far too comfortable here in the sleeping bag. So comfortable that he didn't even find it odd that his body was so close to another. Without even thinking, he nuzzled the other boy.

The chubby fox stiffened up at the nuzzles. A few moments later, he rolled around, and Martin cracked his eyes open.

He found himself looking into Robbie's eyes, and their conversation from last night crept back into his head. Oh gods, what had he done?! He had to play it cool. "Mmmf... mornin', Robbie," Martin whispered. "Sleep well?"

Robbie blushed. "I guess," he said. "Your fur's really warm."

The wolf giggled and ruffled the fox's side, feigning a confidence he couldn't quite genuinely feel. "Well, whaddaya expect? Hope it wasn't too much for ya. I know I was pretty comfy."

The fox shrugged and rolled onto his back. "Wasn' bad," he said. "Was, uh. Kinda nice snugglin' with you."

Martin chuckled and squirmed a little. His confidence returned as he saw that his friend wasn't freaking out. That was a good start. "Way better than sleeping alone, right?"

"I guess," Robbie said. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Ugh... where's the bathroom?"

The wolf giggled. "Gotta pee?"

"Yeah, kinda," Robbie replied. He slipped out of the sleeping bag and stretched.

Martin wiggled out after him and grabbed his boxers from the day before. The cool morning air bit his flesh through his fur, but the wolf was used to it. He slept naked at home all the time. It took him but a moment to get his underwear back on. "Get dressed real quick and I'll show ya where the bathroom is!" Martin whispered.

The wolf smirked as Robbie turned away. That fox had always been shy. But maybe he'd be able to break his friend of that habit by the week's end. He quickly pulled his own shorts and tee on, then tapped his paw impatiently against the ground as he waited for the fox to finally finish.

Robbie turned back to face Martin as he finished getting dressed. "Alright, lead the way."

The wolf grinned and unzipped the tent's front flap, then slipped out. "Come on, Robs," he whispered.

Martin stretched as he got outside. He inhaled deeply and let out a contented sigh. Nothing quite like a dewy morning breath to start the day! He balled his paws into fists and beat on his chest. It was a new day, and the wolf was gonna own it.

"Better get ready, world! Martin's up!" the wolf boy whispered.

It seemed to take the fox forever to finally free himself from the tent. That was okay, though. Robs was his bud. He didn't want to wait TOO long -- Robbie wasn't the only one who needed to take a whiz! -- but a little bit was fine. He grinned and grabbed Robbie's paw, then set off down the line of tents toward the bathrooms.

"Martin, not so fast!" Robbie hissed.

"Do you wanna make it to the bathroom or not?" Martin shot back.

A grin spread across the wolf's muzzle. He knew he had Robbie there. Maybe it was a little harsh, but if Robbie really minded, he could make it up to him later. For now he had his best friend's paw and a full bladder to attend to.

At long last, they reached the bathroom. Martin charged in, only releasing Robbie's paw once he was through the door. The fox followed close on his heels, and the two boys took adjacent urinals.

"Wow," Robbie muttered. "If I'd known... we were this far... from the toilets... I wouldn't... have let... you pick... that spot," he panted.

"Aww, come on. What's life without a lil excitement, right?" Martin teased. He let out a sigh of relief as he began to empty his bladder. The sound of his stream hitting the porcelain filled the bathroom.

For a few moments, Martin was lost to his own little world. His eyes followed the progress of his stream. He rocked his hips a little, drawing figure eights against the back of the urinal. Gotta have fun with your pee!

All too quickly, his first piss of the morning tapered down to dribbles. He tucked himself away, and glanced down between Robbie's legs. The fox was just finishing up, too. He watched for a few seconds, then skipped past Robbie toward the door.

"Aintcha gonna wash your paws, Martin?"

The wolf turned to see the fox heading for the sinks. "'Ain't' ain't a word," Martin teased. He giggled as the fox rolled his eyes, then walked up to the sink next to him. "Oh, fiiiiine."

"Martin, don't be gross," Robbie admonished.

Martin giggled as he washed his paws. Once he was done, he splashed Robbie with some of the water dripping from his fingers.

"Hey!" Robbie cried.

"Try and catch me!" Martin shot back.

The wolf was off like a rocket.

Robbie groaned. "Martin! No fair!"

If Robbie said anything else, Martin didn't hear him. He'd caught the wind, and he was gonna ride it. Dirt and grass kissed his footpaws as he ran. The air howled around him as he bounded forward. He grinned as he dodged other cubs, bucking and weaving between the tents. This was freedom. His heart pounded in his chest, and he knew he was truly alive.

Metallic clanking penetrated through the wind. It took his feral mind a moment to fall back under control of his rational side and remind him of what that meant. The word surfaced in his head like a submarine emerging from the depths: breakfast.

He didn't need to head there quite yet, though. The wolf wove through a few lines of tents and finally reached his own. He slid to a stop and looked around behind him. No sign of Robbie.

"Damn it," Martin muttered. Robbie must have fallen behind. He looked around, watching as the other boys began emerging from their tents.

A shiver ran down his spine. He remembered going to sleep last night with Robbie, feeling his friend's naked body against his own, and for not the first time, his sheath began plumping up. He'd probably have a bit of privacy now...

With one last glance around to make absolutely sure that Robbie wasn't heading his way, the wolf slipped into the tent. A little paw before breakfast couldn't hurt. He zipped the entrance closed behind him and flopped down on Robbie's sleeping bag. It was still warm from last night.

Much as he wanted to get completely naked, the wolf didn't want to waste too much time. After all, if he didn't get to breakfast quick, Robbie might take it all! He smirked at that thought, then tugged his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his growing erection.

The wolf shut his eyes as he wrapped his paw around his boner. His mind was quickly filled with the image of his nude friend. It had been a few years since they'd last been naked together, and the fox was just as cute as he remembered him. His cheeks burned, but despite how weird it felt to be thinking of his friend that way, his paw was more than happy to work his meat.

Flashes of scenes from porn he'd found online filled his vision. Even though most of what he had watched was straight porn, it was always the guys he was most entranced by. He always found himself staring at their chests, their throbbing manhoods, their swinging balls. His first encounter with "gay" porn was by complete accident. But since then, it had been all that he'd been inclined to watch. Ladies held nowhere near the fascination to him that men did. And oh, the things he saw those males do...

Warm tingles rose up from his groin. His shaft throbbed in his paw as he stroked himself with the rapid desperation borne of youth. More scenes flashed in front of his eyes, but this time he was mentally replacing the porn actors with himself and Robbie. He imagined that it was his friend's mouth on his dick rather than his own paw, a thought that was far more welcome to his lust-addled mind than he wanted to admit.

Martin gritted his teeth as the now-familiar feelings built up. The warm glow in his tummy. The tingles spreading out into his legs, making his toes curl. He arched his back as his pleasure reached its peak, his boyhood throbbing as he sent a few spurts of seed straight up into the air.

His paw worked in a blur until the feelings overwhelmed him to the point where he couldn't hold on. The wolf pup sprawled out in the tent, panting heavily, his tongue lolling out as his senses fogged. Damn, that was his best paw yet!

It took him almost half a minute before he collected his senses enough to sit up. A little flush crept over his cheeks as he saw where his seed landed. Fortunately, he hadn't hit his clothes. But he HAD gotten it all over Robbie's sleeping bag! A moment of panic welled up. He couldn't let Robbie see that!

There was only one thing to do. Martin tugged his shorts back up and rolled off the sleeping bag onto his paws and knees. Without a moment's hesitation, he dove for his still-wet ejaculate, licking his mess clean. A question flashed across his mind: what did Robbie's spooge taste like?

He blushed at that thought. A quick shake of his head banished it back to the depths. There were more important things to focus on now. He tucked the sleeping bag closed and crawled out of the tent. His stomach growled as he stood up. Time for food!

The wolf set off across the dewy grass toward the mess hall. Cubs were still emerging from their tents as he went. Guess some of them slept later than others.

Once he arrived, he saw that it was already pretty crowded. Not as packed as dinner last night, but more than half the boys were there, easy. He collected his favorites among the food offerings, then set out to find Robbie.

The fox wasn't hard to find. The table he'd selected was fairly close to the food line. Typical fatty fox. He'd even found himself a friend -- that raccoon boy from last night.

As he approached, he picked up their conversation. They were discussing their plans for the day.

"Dude, you should play some ultimate frisbee with me later!" Martin said as he got up behind Robbie.

The fox squeaked as Martin put a tray down on the table next to him and sat down.

"Where'd you disappear to?" Robbie asked.

"I just went back to our tent," Martin said. "I thought you were following me!"

The fox rolled his eyes. "The Flash couldn't keep up with you!"

The wolf howled with laughter. "Robs, The Flash would run circles around both of us!" He shook his head and dipped his spoon into his bowl of cereal.

"What IS that?" Robbie asked. He pointed his fork at the wolf's bowl.

"Raisin bran!" Martin replied. "Call it gross if you want, but it's like, my favorite cereal."

"Weirdo," Robbie muttered.

"Not as weird as you!" Martin shot back.

Larry cut in. "So what are you planning on doing today, Martin?"

The wolf beamed. "Soccer, ultimate frisbee, might try my paw at softball."

"Just don't slobber all over the disk when you play ultimate," Robbie said.

Martin gasped. "Robbie, I'm surprised at you! I'm a wolf, not a common dog!"

A squeak and whimper from behind him caught the boys' attention. The canid boys turned and saw the border collie from dinner standing there, holding his tray.

"Oh, hey there. You wanna join us for breakfast?" Robbie asked.

"Hey, Chuck!" Martin said. "Come on, puppy, join us!"

"A-a-are you sure?" Chuck said. "D-do you w-w-want a... c-c-common dog?"

Martin scoffed. "It was just a joke, dude. C'mon, sit with us!" he said. The wolf waved to the border collie with one paw, and patted the bench next to him with the other.

The pup took a few uncertain steps forward, but sat down next to the wolf. Martin grinned and patted Chuck's shoulder, then turned his attention back to his tray.

"So how're you doin', Chuck?" Robbie asked. "Sleep well?"

Chuck shrugged. "N-not really. It feels weird s-s-sleeping outside," he muttered.

That pup was an odd one. "You stutter a lot," Martin said.

A blush crept across the pup's face. "S-s-sorry," he whispered.

Clearly not the right thing to say. Crap! "No, I mean, it's not a bad thing," Martin said. "I'm just commenting on it, ya kn-- oof!"

He was cut off as Robbie elbowed his side. "Martin, lay off the pup," Robbie said. "Don't mind him. Martin can be a little dense."

Larry cleared his throat. "So, uh, Chuck, you have any plans for today?"

Martin watched Chuck out of the corner of his eye as he ate his cereal. A very odd boy, this Chuck. He wondered what was up with him. Maybe Robbie'd be able to get some more out of the pup.

Much to his disappointment, though, the fox redirected the conversation. "What about you, Larry?" Robbie asked. "What do you wanna do today?"

"Guys! Guys! Hey, guys!"

In an instant, the squirrel from last night descended on the table. Steve seemed if anything even more wired up in the morning than he had the previous evening. He plopped down his tray, loaded up with toast and sugary cereal, then sat down next to Larry. His tail twitched wildly behind him.

"Whoa, who's this whirlwind?" Martin joked.

"I'm Steve, dontcha remember?" the squirrel asked.

The wolf laughed and rolled his eyes. "Of course I remember you, Steve. How could anyone forget?"

The squirrel boy giggled wildly, then tore into a piece of toast. "Mfff ooog ooo ooay?" he said. Crumbs flew from his mouth as he spoke.

"Squirrel, don't talk with your mouth full," Robbie said.

"Yeah, we could barely understand you!" Larry said.

Steve swallowed his food and took a big swig of his orange juice. "Sorry. So whaddaya guys wanna do today? Got any plans? I wanna go on the ropes up in the trees! I like trees! And being up high. And ropes. Ropes are fun! You can do all sorts of things with ropes. But trees are like the best 'cause I can run around them an--"

"Steve, slow down, you're tiring ME out!" Martin said. "Keep this up and Robbie'll pass out before we even leave the table."

"Yeah," Robbie said. He paused as the full implication of the wolf's words hit him, then twirled his head to look at the wolf. "Wait, what?"

Martin grinned and stuck his tongue out at the fox. "Just teasin', bud."

The wolf had to admit, the squirrel was just the shot of energy their table needed. Here was somefur who was just as excited about camp as he was! His enthusiasm was infectious, and by the time the boys had cleared their plates, Martin was just as pumped as Steve.

As he finished his breakfast, he threw an arm around Robbie's shoulders. "Come on, bud. You gotta do at least one sporty thing with me! Ultimate frisbee's great, and I know you're good at throwing disks."

The fox groaned. "It's bad enough being stuck here without my best friend pressuring me to do sports."

Alright, that one stung a little. "Robs, I just want you to have a good time." He sighed and shook his head. "Swimming later? Kickball? Something, Robs! Pleeeeeeease?"

Robbie buried his face in his paws. "I dunno... maybe later," he muttered.

The wolf nodded and stood up. "Good enough for me," he said. "I'll find you at lunch time." He turned his attention to the squirrel on the other side of the table. "You any good at soccer?" he asked.

Steve grinned, his tail whipping back and forth behind him. "Uh huh! I'm really fast so I can get around the field like lightning and I'm pretty good guarding the goal and--"

"Alright, Steve, race ya to the soccer field!" Martin cried.

Like that, the boys were off. That squirrel was fast, but the wolf just about kept pace with him.

When they reached the soccer field, a few other boys had already gathered there. One of the boys was bouncing a soccer ball up in the air with his knees. A couple other were kicking one around. Martin couldn't help but to critique their technique. Oh, he was gonna dominate this game.

The wolf shook his head and came to a stop. Steve kept his momentum going and joined the two boys kicking the ball around, adding a third into the mix. He surveyed the gathered boys.

A ball came whizzing toward his head. Martin deflected it with his forearm, and locked eyes with the rabbit who had been knocking the ball in the air with his knees. The brown bun grinned back at him.

"You're not supposed to use your handpaws for soccer!" the bunny teased.

"You're not supposed to lob it at other players' heads, either," the wolf shot back. He dropped the ball to the ground and kicked it toward the rabbit.

He stopped it with his footpaw. The boy gave a haughty grin as he brought his footpaw back and kicked it back toward Martin, sending it towards his head again.

This time Martin dodged it. "Dude, the hell?" Martin said.

A sharp whistle caught both boys' attention. A counselor a little ways off gave the boys a stern look as he approached. "Hey, you boys play nice or you're not playing at all!"

The rabbit boy merely giggled and ran away. Martin watched the bunny's retreat, then went after the ball.

Another boy, a gazelle who looked a couple years older than the wolf, beat him to the ball and kicked it away. A grin spread across Martin's muzzle as he gave chase. In moments the two were kicking the ball back and forth. The rabbit boy was forgotten. The wolf was on the hunt.

Wind whipped past his ears as he chased the ball around the field. The grass kissed his pawpads with each mighty stride. A couple other boys joined in. They played for a few minutes until the counselor's whistle again drew their attention.

"Come on, boys, gather round," the counselor called.

Martin grinned. This was it. After a brief explanation of the rules for the new boys, the counselor divided them into teams. A couple other counselors walked over to referee and keep an eye on everyone, and they were off.

This was his element. Martin was focused. He flew around the field, dominating it for a good portion of the game. It wasn't as one-sided as he had initially expected. A few of the other boys knew their stuff, too, and he had to concede several times to an older boy on his own team. Much as it frustrated him to admit, the older boy was faster and better at the game. But he didn't let that deter him. After all, he'd be faster and better in a couple years, too. In the end, his team won, six to five.

After a quick water break, the boys dispersed in search of other activities. The gazelle boy caught up with Martin as he was on his way to his next destination.

"Hey," the gazelle said. "You're a pretty decent soccer player."

"Thanks," Martin said. "So're you." He looked up at the older boy. The gazelle was a full head taller than he was. His green t-shirt was damp with sweat and clung to his frame. Not a bad looking body.

The gazelle chuckled. "I think a little more than that. Not to brag." He was totally bragging. "Martin, right?"

The wolf flicked his ears. The older boy remembered his name. Dammit, what was his. "Yup. And you're... Carter?" he ventured.

The older boy laughed. "Guess I made an impression on you, too." He offered a paw. Martin accepted it and shook it. "Where you off to next?"

Martin giggled. "I was thinking ultimate frisbee."

Carter laughed. "Or 'ultimate disk, for trademark reasons,'" he said.

"They seriously call it that?" Martin asked.

"S'what Jerry's called it for the last couple years I been here," Carter replied. "That squirrel's pretty cool. He's so cynical. I love him."

As they approached the field, Martin saw the squirrel tossing a disk up in the air and catching it in alternating paws. He could hear him talking to the gathering group of boys around him, but they were still too far away to make out any of what he was saying.

"He's the fur who did the camp tour, right?" Martin asked.

"Yeah," Carter replied. "He's paws-down my favorite counselor here. Hey, Jerry!" he called as they approached.

The squirrel turned as he was hailed, and failed his catch. The disk came down right on his head. "Ack! Well, hello again, Carter," Jerry said.

The gazelle laughed as the disk rolled on its rim toward him and snatched it up. "What up, my squirrel?"

Jerry rubbed his head, wincing as his fingers roamed over the point of impact. "Livin' the dream," he deadpanned. "Obviously." He took a peek at his wristwatch. "Looks like it's about time to organize our game."

Carter handed over the disk, then grinned at the wolf. "Jerry and I are pretty tight now. He's been doing student teaching at my school. Shame he's still in school himself. I'd love to have had him as my history teacher."

"Flattery won't get you preferential treatment, Carter," the squirrel said.

"You're gonna be a history teacher?" Martin piped up. "History's, like, my favorite subject!"

The squirrel rolled his eyes. "Well, if you want, we can have a history study group during lunch." He tossed the disk in the air once more and caught it, then turned his attention to the rest of the boys. "Alright, who's played Ultimate before?"

"I thought it was Ultimate Frisbee!" Carter baited.

Jerry eyed the gazelle. "In a strictly technical sense, yes, but since Frisbee is a trademark and we can't piss off our corporate overlords, we have to call it a 'flying disc,' and the game is 'Ultimate.' Can't let the big scary toy company sue us into oblivion for using their term," the squirrel said.

A round of laughter rose from the boys. One pup looked up at the squirrel, his head tilted.

"Wait, really?" the boy said.

"Welcome to corporate America, pup," Jerry said.

"See?" Carter whispered. "Jerry's awesome."

Martin smirked. "He's pretty great."

One rules explanation later, and the boys were off. Jerry divided the group into teams. Martin and Carter ended up on opposing teams. The wolf wasn't sure which of them initiated it, but they quickly established a friendly rivalry.

It seemed at first that Carter was trying to use his size advantage over the wolf. Martin proved a little more cunning than the gazelle anticipated, making a several cuts that sent the gazelle to the ground. But the gazelle wouldn't be bested that easily. By the first round's end, Carter had Martin neatly locked down.

The hours faded away. Before Martin even knew it, the game had come to an end. Nobody quite knew how many points the teams ended with, but that didn't seem to matter. Or at least Jerry told them. Something about "the spirit of the game."

At lunch, Carter introduced Martin to a few of his camp friends. A couple were Martin's age, most were a couple years older. All of them were camp veterans, and eager to get a new boy in for their games. Now THIS is what he came to camp for!

* * * * * * * * * * * *

What a day it had been. Martin had spent the entire afternoon with his new group of camp friends. Softball, the obstacle course, swimming. He'd even managed to catch up with Robbie for archery. He was exhausted, but enthused. Camp was great so far! His only disappointment was that the day had to come to an end. But at least that was a chance to catch up with Robbie.

"Night, guys!"

Martin waved to his new friends, then climbed into his tent. Robbie was already there, the chubby fox laying face down on his sleeping bag.

"You okay there, Robs?" Martin asked.

The fox muttered something into the sleeping bag. Whatever he said, the wolf couldn't make out a single word, but he sounded frustrated.

Martin raised an eyebrow and laid down next to Robbie, the wolf lying on his side next to him. "Dude, what's wrong? Talk to me."

Robbie sighed and turned his face away from the wolf. "I hate this stupid camp," he muttered.

"Why?" Martin asked. Camp was great! There were all sorts of activities, and lots of new cubs to meet, and--

"I'm not good at anything," Robbie whispered. "I dunno why you stick around me... you'd have a much better time with all your new camp friends."

"Robs, you don't have to be good at sports or stuff to have fun," Martin said. "I mean, the first soccer game of the day, half the other boys there didn't even know how to play, but they had a great time." He scooted in closer and spooned the chubby fox. "You gotta relax and just try to have fun, bro!"

"How!?" Robbie spat. "We don't like any of the same things. And you've got all those other boys to have fun with..."

What the heck was Robbie's problem? The wolf wracked his brains. "What about that border collie kid, Chuck? Didn't you hang out with him today? Or that raccoon, Larry?"

"What about them?" Robbie said.

"You did stuff with them. Can't say you haven't made some camp friends, too!" the wolf said. "And they're not really athletic. What, you sayin' you guys didn't do anything all day?"

The fox shrugged. Martin had to grin. He was gonna pull that fox out of this funk if it was the last thing he did.

"What about tomorrow?" Robbie whispered. "That stupid whole camp hike..."

"What about it?" Martin said.

"It's gonna kill me," Robbie said.

Martin had to bite back laughter. "Dude, it's just five miles, and we've got literally all day for it. You'll be fine!" he said.

The fox shifted. "Easy for you to say," Robbie muttered.

"Will it make you feel better if I stick with you for the hike?" Martin asked.

That got Robbie to turn around. "Why would you do that? I'll just slow you down."

"Because you're my bud," Martin said. "And I want you to have a good time."

The fox looked incredulous. "Wouldn't you rather be with you camp friends instead of a slow fatty like me?"

Was that was this was about? The wolf shook his head. "Dude, you're my friend. Yeah, I can have fun with these guys here, but I've got you the rest of the year." He wrapped his arms around the fox and hugged him, then whispered in his ear, "I'm not gonna abandon you. I love you, Robs."

It took a few moments for the wolf to realize just what he said. When it did, his eyes bulged. He was glad that Robbie couldn't see his face from where he was. At least the other boy wasn't freaking out about it.

But then, maybe Robbie wasn't the one who should be freaked. Here he was, a boy telling another boy he loved him! What was wrong with him? His dad would kill him if he knew that Martin had even dared to THINK such a thing, let alone say it out loud.

Martin suddenly found the air squeezed from his lungs as Robbie hugged him. The fox shook and sniffled as he held onto the wolf.

"Ack! R-robs... you're... crushing... me," Martin gasped.

The fox's grip loosened, but he held fast. "Sorry," he whispered. "I just..." He gave the wolf another squeeze, then whispered, "L-love you, too."

Oh gods. Hearing Robbie say that again was just what he needed to wash away all of his doubt. Maybe it was just a camp thing, but dammit, he was gonna make the best of it. When else would he get a chance to love another boy?

Martin nuzzled Robbie's cheek, then gave him a quick kiss. "Wanna get naked and sleep together again?" he whispered.

Robbie sighed and released the wolf. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the top of the tent. "I guess."

The wolf sat up and tugged his shirt off. He held his muzzle shut to stifle his giggles as he laid back and tugged his shorts and boxers off in one go, leaving him completely bare. When he looked over at Robbie, the fox had made no move to start undressing.

"Whatsa matter?" Martin asked.

The fox shrugged. "M'tired," he muttered.

"I can help you get naked if you want," Martin whispered.

Robbie groaned, then drew his knees up. His paws slowly worked his shorts and underwear down his legs.

"That's the spirit!" Martin whispered. His eyes had adjusted to the weak light in the tent. Without even realizing it, he found himself staring between Robbie's legs, staring openly at his friend's sheath as the fox tugged his shirt up.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Robbie whispered.

Martin squeaked, then beamed at the fox. "Maybe at home. My mom wouldn't let me bring my phone."

The boys fell silent for a few moments. Martin looked up at Robbie's face. His expression was hard to read. Was he just tired, or was there something else there?

"Can I touch it?"

The words fell from the wolf's lips before he even consciously registered thinking them. Well, of course he'd THOUGHT them. He'd been playing with his own penis for months now. He'd even wondered what it'd feel like to touch another boy's. But to just out and ask for it?

For what it was worth, Robbie looked just as shocked as he felt, at least for a second. It took him a few seconds to respond.

"Uh... s-sure, I guess," Robbie whispered.

A pit formed in Martin's stomach. Sure, he had asked for this, but he hadn't really expected Robbie to agree to it. He let out a nervous chuckle, then reached his paw down toward the fox's groin. He only shook a little bit as he laid his paw over his best friend's sheath.

This was it. He was really touching another boy's privates. His throat went numb as he started to stroke the fox's sheath. It took but a few moments for the red head of his penis to poke out from its fuzzy home.

"Martin?"

The wolf's ears flicked. He tore his eyes away from Robbie's groin to look him in the eye, though his paw never stopped its massage. "Yeah, Robs?" he whispered.

The fox was blushing furiously, and averted his eyes. "C-can I touch yours, too?"

Martin blinked. Now THAT was something he hadn't counted on. But there was no way he was gonna pass up that opportunity. "Sure, bud."

Robbie rolled onto his side and reached a paw down. His paw wrapped around the wolf's shaft. Martin hadn't even realized that he'd slipped out and boned up fully! He bucked his hips involuntarily into Robbie's paw.

"Wow," Martin whispered. While the boy had become intimately familiar with the pleasure he could draw from his own groin, this was the first time someone else had touched him like this. It felt awesome!

The wolf's paw worked the fox's sheath a little faster. More of Robbie's penis slipped out to greet him, and he moved his paw up to stroke his friend's shaft.

It was weird how different his friend's penis felt compared to his own. In one sense, it really wasn't THAT different. It was warm, maybe a little smaller than his own, but not by too much. But there was the disconnect between the action of his paw not directly translating into his own pleasure. And Robbie's little pants and moans as he stroked were music to the wolf's ears.

"You ever pawed off before?" Martin whispered.

Robbie nodded. "A-a few times," he panted.

The fox's paw betrayed the boy's lack of experience. He might have pawed, sure, but somehow Martin doubted that he'd really PAWED. A grin spread across the wolf's muzzle.

"Why don't you let me show you how it's done?" he whispered.

"S-sure," Robbie replied.

The chubby fox rolled onto his back, releasing the wolf's member as he went. Martin beamed and snuggled in close to the fox, his arm draped over his friend's belly. He held onto the fox's penis as he'd grip his own, and started to stroke it.

A gasp told Martin he was off to a good start. The wolf giggled as his friend's hips began to roll up into his grip. Oh yeah, Robbie had never felt anything like THIS before.

Martin licked his lips as he worked his paw slowly over his friend's member. Earlier had been fast and furious for fear of being caught. But now, late in the evening, Martin could take his time, and he was going to do just that.

Little moans rose from the chubby fox as the wolf masturbated him. Without even realizing it, Martin wrapped his other paw around his dick and started stroking himself. Gods, who woulda known how great it would feel just using his paw on another boy?

"How's this feel?" Martin whispered.

"G-good," Robbie replied. "Really tickly and stuff..."

Oh, just wait until he got to the good part.

Martin's eyes roamed from Robbie's face to his groin and back as he stroked his friend's penis. There was so much to take in! The sight of his body as his paw acted, the view of the foreign member between his fingers, the utterly adorable faces Robbie was making as the wolf pleasured him. Dang, this was awesome!

Despite his slow pace, it wasn't long before the fox's breaths started coming faster and sharper.

"Hee... gonna cum already, Robs?" Martin whispered.

The chubby boy blushed. "I... ngh... m-maybe?"

"Do you squirt?" Martin asked.

Before Robbie could say another word, Martin got his answer. The fox's penis throbbed in his grip as a thin, watery burst of semen erupted from his member. Martin's eyes immediately focused in on Robbie's groin.

He watched, fascinated, as his friend spurted from his paw stroking him. His friend's seed looked different from his own, and yet still somehow familiar. He rubbed a little faster, and watched as the boy's seed launched across his belly, leaving wet streaks in the fox's white bellyfur.

Martin kept stroking the fox's penis until Robbie's paw stopped him. The wolf grinned and released Robbie's dick, then forced his eyes away from his friend's groin to look at his face, taking a moment to admire the mess he made. "Dude... look how far you squirted! How'd that feel?"

The fox blushed. His chest heaved. "W-wow," he whispered.

The wolf grinned. "That good, huh?"

Robbie laid his head back and let out a sigh. Martin giggled and beamed down at the fox. He felt like he had an inkling of just how good he'd made Robbie feel. His own dick throbbed between his legs. It was terribly exciting to have had that effect on another fur.

"Should probably clean this up," Martin said. He brought a paw to one of the splotches of cum in Robbie's chestfur and dabbed it with a finger. What possessed him to do what he did next, he wasn't quite sure, but the wolf decided to sample it.

The fox finally spoke up. "I guess," Robbie muttered.

"Here, let me help," Martin said. He leaned down and started to lap up the fox's cream from his belly.

Robbie shot up as the wolf began licking him. "Dude, wha--" Robbie began.

Martin silenced him with a paw. He grinned up at his friend as he licked him clean. It felt really nice licking the fox's belly. He was so warm! And his cum tasted kinda nice, even cooled at it was against his fur. He'd have to try it fresh from the source sometime...

It didn't take long for the wolf to clean his friend's seed from his belly. Once he was done, he grabbed his t-shirt and wiped up his slobber, then hugged the fox.

The fox returned the hug weakly, then sighed. Martin looked up at him.

"You okay, Robs?" Martin asked.

Robbie shrugged. "I dunno... this whole thing's just weird. Camp. Us..."

A chill ran down Martin's spine. "Oh," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to make things awkward..."

He sighed and rolled off the fox. How could he have been so stupid? He probably just ruined his relationship with his best friend. Was this why "faggot" is a dirty word?

A pair of arms wrapped around the wolf. Robbie held Martin tight.

"It's not that," Robbie whispered. "I mean... I liked it. I like it. It's just... different. Ya know? I never thought I'd wanna have a... well, a boyfriend."

Martin grabbed Robbie's paws and hugged them to his chest. "You're not mad?" he whispered.

The fox was silent for a moment. "I couldn't be mad at you, Mart. I... I love you."

Those words were the most beautiful poetry to the wolf. He rolled around to face Robbie and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Awesome," Martin whispered. "I love you, too, Robs." He wrapped his arms around the fox and hugged tight, burying his facefur in the fox's shoulder to keep him from seeing the tears welling up in his eyes.

The boys held each other for a few moments before they separated. Martin rolled onto his back and stared up at the top of their tent.

"We should probably get to sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be another long day," Martin said.

"Yeah," Robbie said. He sighed and rolled onto his other side, his bum pressed against Martin's side.

The wolf grinned and rolled to face the fox. He wrapped his arms around him, spooning the chubby boy. Camp just got even better.