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The sun came up late in the wintertime, so I didn't resent it much when, having forgotten to close the curtains, the rising sun woke me up. I was still wrapped around my beloved tiger, though in the night my knot had softened and we had been separated. My cum had dribbled out and dried on his rump and the sheets, but I didn't care. I tightened my arms and snuggled against him, admiring the muscle structure he had been developing over the last few months. Eventually, I heard his breathing pattern change as he woke up to my gentle touch. "Good morning," he murmured, rolling over and kissing my nose.

"Good morning to you, Babe," I answered.

"You know, I'm not the only one who has gained muscle tone this semester, mister gym worker," Toby whispered as he slid his fingers over my arm and hip.

I nuzzled him and kissed his chest. "I love to wake up with you."

"Me, too," he whispered. We rubbed each other's muscles, just drinking in each other's presence. I put my lower paw on his chest and held it there, feeling his powerful heartbeat, and I could feel my heartbeat aligning with his, beating as one. About that time, I felt his paw slide down my hip, and over my leg... and he was caressing my flaccid shaft. Both of our hearts began to beat faster as mine sent blood to fill it. I moved my upper paw to his and felt that it was matching. I drew them together and interwined my fingers with his, rubbing them together. Toby let out a soft moan and smiled, looking deep into my eyes. The look of love was unmistakeable, but it also communicated intense desire. I savored the lust and leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

We stayed like this for some time, just quietly enjoying our attraction to each other, until I could feel him beginning to tense. I tightened my pull on his fingers which intensified our grip, and sped the motion of massage. His pecs and biceps flexed and he shuddered slightly. I could feel my own climax beginning to build, too, but it was clear to me that he was well ahead, and I didn't mind. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, and I pushed and tugged him upward. He took the hint and shifted so that he was above me on his knees and his one free paw, and we were still frotting our cocks together. He stiffened and grumbled, but managed not to cry out as his seed spattered over our paws and my chest. Catching as much as I could, I smeared it all over my own shaft and finished myself up in a hurry, adding my load to the gooey mess all over my fur. He laid down on top of me and kissed me slowly, his paws sliding under my neck and shoulders and tugging me up into the kiss.

Finally, after a few minutes he lifted himself back up again and said, "I bet no one else is up yet. Let's hit the shower and clean up before they are. I nodded and we stole out of bed. With my clean paw, I snagged our towels and a clean pair of underwear for each of us, while Toby opened the door a crack and peeked into the hallway. He looked back at me and whispered, "looks clear." Stark naked and smothered with each other's cum, we bolted down the hallway on our tiptoes and made it to the bathroom unhindered. It seemed everyone was indeed asleep. I hung the towels while Toby set the water to the right temperature, and in moments we were under the streaming water, rubbing soap into each other's fur. The dispenser soap smelled of sakura, which both of us found acceptable, if a little girly. I made sure to turn Toby around and scrubbed the dried cum out of his rump fur, too, and after cleaning it, snuck a few laps at his tail hole as well, which made him squeak with surprise.

"Shhh," I reminded him. "You'll wake everyone."

"Well, then don't surprise me like that!" His words were scolding, but his tone and the grin on his face told me all I needed to know.

"Ok, I'm going to do it again, don't be surprised," I said, and pushed my muzzle under his tail again. He laid his tail on my head and I could feel the tip lashing, and I felt him shift position as he leaned against the faucet wall. The water flooded down his back and over my head, which caused me to give up, gasping and sputtering for breath.

"Now who's making too much noise," he said with a wicked smile. About that time, the hot water started to run out and we hurried to get the last of the soap out so we could shut it off. I reached for a towel and began to dry Toby first, who squeeged the dripping from his fur with his paws as I scrubbed the towel over his muscles, fluffing and pulling. Neither of us wanted to risk the cabin's hand-held fur dryer being super noisy while others might still be asleep. When I had finished Toby and wrapped the towel around his waist, it was my turn and he snagged the other towel and dried me off. We didn't do this all the time since we were usually busy with various activities, so with our romantic wake-up this morning it was a special treat to take the extra time focusing on each other. Just as I was reaching for my boxers, there was a knock on the door and Rose's sleepy voice. "You two gonna be in there all mornin'?"

"We'll be right out," I called. Toby nodded and slid his underwear under his towel as I wrapped my towel over my shoulders, thinking it might be a little better show of decency not to imply that the towel was all I had on. Still, I opened the door a crack and peeked. Rose had moved away so we hurried back down the hallway, and I heard her closing the bathroom door as we closed the door to our bedroom.

"Oh, man, I was gonna bring a damp cloth to wipe the sheets a little," I said.

"Fugeddit," said Toby. "It's already dry. If these sheets will stain, it's too late to stop it."

I flattened my ears. "Don't worry. These are cheap sheets. They charge enough that an occasional stained sheet is not too big a deal. If you feel really bad, we can offer to pay for it when we check out."

"It's not so much that, as, well, it's a little embarassing. It's one thing when it's our own sheets, but someone has to clean those," I said.

"Hmm, point," said Toby, lowering his ears a little. "But part of these cabins is that we strip the bedding ourselves when we check out, so they'll just get tossed from the bag into the machine." I felt a little better about that, and we set about to getting dressed and checking our winter gear while we waited for the rest of the cabin to wake up. Soon the sizzle of a frying pan and the smell of sausages came wafting down the hall, which was our call to breakfast, and Mitch and Luna's alarm clock.

By time we finished eating and gone over the options for the day. By tradition, the plan was to hit the tubing hill in Foster, first. For those of us who were new, this was a real novelty. The hill was high enough that tubers could slide a good hundred yards out at the bottom of the hill, before the packed snow berm at the end of the field stopped them. Then they had to carry their massive innertubes back to the line, where they "rode" the lift back to the top. The lift was a cable that ran in an elongated loop up the hill. Every thirty feet there was a padded hook. As soon as the tuber in line ahead was clear, the next rider tossed their tube down and held their hands up to grab the next hook as it passed by. By holding this hookm the cable pulled rider and tube back to the top. Guards at the top made sure that riders weren't doing anything too crazy, but the hill was well wide enough there wasn't a need for queues, and younger or less experienced tubers were encouraged to head to the west end of the hill, which wasn't quite so high above the parking lot as the lift end. Groups were allowed to hook together as long as they did so safely, and we took a few turns to make pairs or groups of four or even all eight of us to shout and and spin about as we slid down the hill.

Rose managed to get a few pictures of everyone, but her phone was not one of the better ones for the cold and soon she was forced to shut it down. We thanked her for trying and reminded her to be careful that her phone didn't get damaged or stolen while we played.

We rented tubes for the max time of ninety minutes, which was just long enough that everyone, was starting to feel cold, and Mitch had made good friends with the staffer monitoring the warming firepit. By then breakfast was wearing off, too, so we headed for the actual ski resort to get lunch and do some window shopping in the souvenir town at the base of the lifts. Toby recommended to me that we should reserve ski equipment to rent for tomorrow. Sizing now would mean we could skip the main line and submit our ticket, then get right out tomorrow, the better to maximize our time on the slopes. He explained that weekend rental could be a very slow process indeed what with the crowds coming up from Denver, so we went through the curious process of being fitted. How the technicians decided what skis I should use felt a bit like witchcraft, compared to how one picked a snowboard. She looked at me and sized me up, asked a couple questions, then handed me a pair of skis. Looking at me again, the technician decided that no, not those, then pulled out a different pair. Yes, these were much better. I asked if I should wave my poles about and say "wingardium leviosa." Being in good spirits, she laughed and said "Only if you plan to ski up the hill instead of down!"

Toby looked at me. "I thought you said you prefer to board?"

"Can boarders and skiers go on the same slopes here?" I looked at the jay as she handed me my poles. "You can, but it's discouraged. Because your paths are different, it's usually safer to stay on separate hills."

"There you go, Tig. I can't board next to you, so I'll ski."

"Unless you want to try boarding, too" said the technician to Toby. "It's slow right now, so I don't mind switching you over."

"Hmm... I tried it once," confessed Toby. "I started measuring my success by whether I fell down fewer times or more on a run."

The technician and I both laughed. "Well, maybe if our business in Cedar is short, we can run over to Brian Head and I can help you with that," I said.

"Oh, you're Utah boys," exclaimed the jay. "I grew up in Hatch and learned to ski at The Head. My folks moved to Boulder when I was in high school, which is why I'm working here instead of back there. That, and the pay is better here."

We talked about our favorite runs for a while, and then Stu came in to the store looking for us. "You guys about done? We're gonna go back to the cabin soon."

"Yeah, we'll be right there." The jay hurried to ring us up and wished us a great time the next day. On the ride back to the cabin I looked at Toby. "Did that seem a little cheap to you?"

"I didn't notice. Do you think so?"

"Well, I mean, this is Winter Park, and I expected that ski rental would cost more than it did at Brian Head. But the price was almost the same." I got out the rental statement and looked. Sure enough, the Jay had given us family discounts, without saying anything.

"Gee! I should have stayed with you guys," said Stu. "That's what I get for going off with Rose and Carol, I guess." I looked over my shoulder at them in time to see Rose giving him a nasty look.

When we got back, John pulled up in his car and Carol, Mitch and Luna piled out. We all hurried inside and decided to get out some board games while Luna made hot chocolates for everyone to disguise the fact that she was getting something warm into Mitch, and Carol pulled out a couple Jiffy Pop pads of popcorn, which she cooked both on the stove at the same time. John remarked on how nice it was to have a girlfriend who could double fist, and she bopped him with one of the packs before opening it. "Ow, hey, that's hot!" he complained.

After we played for a while, John had prepared dinner again in a wide crock pot, and presented each pair with a cornish game hen to split, which earned remarks of admiration from everyone and after dinner settled, we went for a late night swim at the YFCA pool.

Coming back, everyone talked about being tired and made their way to their bedrooms. As Toby and I were undressing in our bedroom there was a knock on the door and Stu let himself in. "You know, haning out with you again today made me realize how much I missed you both this fall."

"Izzat so," said Toby from inside of his shirt, as he tugged it over his head.

"More so than usual, yeah," he answered.

"Why do you suppose that is," asked Toby. I could tell he was holding himself neutral, but if he was thinking the same thing I was, his mind had to be racing. I tugged on a pair of sweatpants and headed out to the kitchen to grab some water glasses and the leftovers of the popcorn. This was not going to be a short conversation, and I didn't need to be in the opening volley, anyway. When I got back, Toby and Stu were sitting on the floor, leaning back against opposing beds. I distributed the glasses as I stepped over their legs to lean on the wall between the beds. It came as no surprise that they were talking about the camping trip.

"I mean, at the time I felt like it was really decided," Stu said. "You're my best friend, and I felt like if I was going to explore that with anyone, it should be you. And at the time, that's all I needed. I had done it and it was over."

"But...?" prompted Toby.

"But I couldn't stop thinking about it all semester," said Stu. "I have a couple gay friends on campus and we talked about it. Just talked. They invited me to go with them to the Seattle baths one weekend, and I just couldn't bring myself to it. But I really wanted to."

"You were sure at the end of summer that you still loved women," I said. "It doesn't have to be black and white, Stu."

He looked thoughtful.

"Craig's right," Toby said. "You could be bi. Or even just straight-curious. I know you aren't gay-for-pay, because we didn't pay you."

The joke had its intened effect and Stu visibly relaxed as he smiled.

"It's also not something anyone can dictate to you," I added, wondering to myself where I had become the fount of wisdom on this. Less than a year ago, I had never touched a man and was tearing myself up over the horrible possibility that I might possibly be gay. And yet, I could say this with total conviction. "You get to decide for yourself. That's the one thing I'm certain of in all of this. You tell others what you are. It doesn't matter who you've been with in the past, or what you think you'll do in the future. It's. Your. Decision."

Toby looked at me with pride in his eyes. He reached out and took my paw.

"And if all you want out of it is to add benefits to our friendship, that's totally cool with me," he said to Toby. "What about you, Craig."

"Yeah. I'm good with that. Benefits, I mean. But not with anybody. Just you, for now," I answered, looking at Stu. "But only while you're unattached. If you find yourself in a relationship, I won't be the cause of distrust there."

Stu nodded. It was clear his brain was spinning in high gear.

"It's your call, though. We aren't going to push you," Toby continued. "You come to us."

Stu looked up like he wanted to say something, so we both waited. He looked at our joined paws. He looked at me, then at Toby. He got up on his knees and moved between Toby's legs. "I'm here," he said.

Toby squeezed my paw and we each took one of Stu's. I got up and moved closer.

"Can we... I mean, I don't want to do anything really, tonight... can I just cuddle with you guys for a while? See how it feels?"

I answered by sitting next to Toby, but leaving enough room for Stu to sidle in between us. Barely. We brought him in. "You do have to take your shirt off, though," I nuzzled his cheek. "It's only fair, since we're both topless." To my surprise, he complied without hesitating. Toby put his paw on my shoulder as he wrapped it over Stu's shoulders, and I rubbed the small of Stu's back with one paw and put the other on his knee.

"You've both added some muscle," observed Stu. He gripped my thigh, and then squeezed Toby's bicep.

"That gym job paid off in many ways for me," I observed. "And my tiger revealed that he took a weightlifting class behind my back, the better to bypass Jack's training. That's what I was spanking him about last night."

"Ah, yes. Openness and honesty are important," said Stu, running a paw over Toby's abs. "Nice."

We sat there for a while longer, changing paw positions periodically, and Stu fondling our muscles, until I caught Stu nodding off. "We've all had a long day. A good day, but a long day. Go to bed, Stu. We'll have more time to explore this month."

"Right, see you guys in the morning," he yawned, gathering up his shirt and standing up. Toby patted his butt, then stood up himself, and offered me a paw to do the same. Both of us gave Stu a kiss goodnight, then sent him back to the other two-twin room that he was sharing with Rose.

"If he's smart," I whispered to Toby, "He'll cuddle with her, too, and see whether he likes that, too."

"Not on your life," said Toby. "Carol would kill him, and John would help. They're very protective of her. If someone's going to be with her, fine. But they better mean it. And if it ends, heaven help the boy if he breaks her heart."

"Ahh."

Tired, I pulled down the covers on the bed we had not slept in the night before. "We sleeping single or spoons tonight?"

"That depends," said Toby. If you're as exhausted as I am, we can spoon. If you're feeling frisky, you're on your own."

I laid down and pulled him into the bed with me.

"Good," he said, kissing me. I pulled up the covers and he reached for the lamp.

"And good night, my love," I said.