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Day three of our vacation was usually spent relaxing. Stu and I would spend a couple days hiking around and adventuring, then spend the third day just enjoying each other's company in whatever shade was available in the south Utah desert (given that we were usually in Zion, that wasn't too hard to find), playing cards, napping, and soaking up the sun. The reserve food supplies from the Jimmy were holding out, albeit mostly dried and non-perishable items, and nowhere near as tasty as the food we had intended to be the primary trip foodstuffs that Hayate had ruined back in Zion, so we decided to stay out for the full three days and three nights of our vacation, and enjoy the day as planned, even if we were not in the right location.

It was a perfect day for lazing about, as a heat wave rolled in early in the day and we spent most of the morning hiding in the diminishing shade. A breeze picked up in the late afternoon, which made it more bearable. The water had run out by then, though, so we decided to tramp over to Columbine Spring and refill our canisters with fresh mountain spring water. We were all stripped down to our shorts as we made our way through the scrub to the tiny creek. No one had yet mentioned the fact that Stu interrupted Craig and I the night before, nor the fact that he didn't say a word about what was going on when he did.

Stepping into the cool water was a great relief and we took our time climbing the creek to the artesian source on the hillside above. The tiny trickle indicated to us that the spring had not yet dried up in the August heat, and we were happy when we reached the source. A small pool had developed and none of us hesitated to plop down and enjoy the crisp, cool water, laying in it and lapping at the dribbling stone overhang where the water trickled out of the bedrock.

Once we drank our fill, loaded up the water jugs, and were stomping back towards the camp ground, Craig broke in over his shoulder, "So tell me why it's OK to drink that water, but not from the surrounding creeks?"

"Giardia," Stu said from the middle of the line.

"Huh?"

"It's a bacteria that grows in the creeks, because wild creatures piss and crap in them," I explained, taking up the rear position.

"Right, and that's what gives you the runs, right?"

"That's one of the milder symptoms," I nodded. Craig shivered.

"But the spring is filtered by at least a thousand feet of porous stone," Stu added, "and possibly even a few miles. Bacteria can't transmit through that. So right at the source, the water is about as pure as you can find."

"I see," Craig replied.

"So don't worry your pretty, floofy tail about it," said Stu, swatting Craig's rump playfully. "We wouldn't let you do it if it were dangerous."

"Hey!" Craig cried. Stu just grinned.

"Stuart Martin Guithais! Are you hitting on my boyfriend?"

"Well, I suppose I did hit him, in a sense. But I don't think I was hitting on him, per se."

"It sure looked like you did, from back here," I warned.

"Yes, well, that would imply that I liked guys, wouldn't it?" Stu grinned back at me. "But you know that while I have no problem with you liking guys, I just don't swing that way, so I couldn't possibly be hitting on him."

"Aw, you don't like me?" Craig pouted.

"Oh, I like you just fine," Stu assured him, "just... not in that way."

"What way do you like him?" I interrogated. "I mean, I've never seen you swat someone like that before, so it must be because here's this sexy fox ahead of you in nothing but a pair of small shorts."

"And you called my tail pretty," Craig reasoned.

"Yes, well, fox tails are quite pretty," Stu confessed. "But that doesn't mean that I- "

"I dunno. What do you think, Craig? There was also last night, when he got up and interrupted us mid-coitus."

"Yeah. That was pretty perfect timing, and you didn't even flinch."

"Now, hold on a second, guys..."

"Come on, Stu," I teased. "You can't say that you're not the least bit curious, after walking up on Craig tied into me, last night?"

"Is that really what was going on," he was playing innocent, now. "I mean, I was half asleep. And I really did need to pee."

"Oh, we heard you do that, sure. But it's the fact that you just took it all in stride, that's been on my mind all day," Craig pressed.

"Mine, too, actually," I prompted. "I can't believe we haven't discussed it already, in fact."

"Yeah. I actually had a hard time falling asleep, just thinking about it," Craig confessed.

"Oh, really," I laughed. "So that wasn't just because you were in my arms?"

"Well, that, too. But I'd already had you, so I didn't have to stay awake hoping for it. But Stu, here..."

"Guys, guys!" Stu broke in. "Come on, now. Toby, I've known that you like guys for years, and I've always been supportive. But it's just not my thing."

"Not even the least bit curious," I teased him again, patting his rump, now. "Who better to satisfy your curiosity with than a trusted friend?"

Stu was quiet for several steps down the trail. The campsite was back in view, now, and aside from our gear, it was still completely abandoned.

"Alright, I admit it." Stu breathed. "I mean, surely, every guy wonders what it's like some time or other, even if he is straight." He emphasized this last word.

We had come to a stop around the campfire circle and set down our burdens.

"Look, you're my best friend, Stu."

"I know."

"And I would never want to jeopardize that friendship."

"Me, either."

"But I'm with Craig. When you found us on the log last night, tied together... well... I just couldn't get that out of my mind. It kept popping up in my dreams. And I've had it in the back of my mind all day, too. What would it be like if you had joined in? I know you'd never do it, but I gotta admit, the idea has a strong appeal."

Craig pointed at Stu's shorts, which were tenting. "And I think it might be striking your fancy, too."

Stu looked up at the sky and sighed. "OK, look. I had actually woken up much earlier, and was listening to you. I knew what you two were up to when I was falling asleep and had rolled away so I couldn't see. I don't think you ever noticed when I turned back over and watched. I really did have to pee when I got up, but I did my best to act groggy so you wouldn't be too embarrassed. Then I heard Craig complaining about being cold, and I figured it was a good time to, uh, get a closer look."

"Did you like what you saw," I asked. Part of my brain was screaming, 'best friend, here: don't mess it up!' But the question came out without my even thinking it in advance. Craig stepped closer to me, and put his arm around my waist.

Stu paused again, chewing his bottom lip. He only did that when he was thinking really hard. I waited for his answer. "What would you do if I said I did? I mean, I'm still straight. At least, I think I am. But dang, Toby! Here you have a boyfriend living with you, and you did this pretty hot scene right there, right in front of me. And you know, I haven't been past second base, yet. Maybe I'm just feeling my oats, and want to get together with a girl really bad, and what I saw you two doing made me transfer that desire, eh?"

I thought I saw a tear well up in his eyes, and he looked a little scared. Time to dial it back. I squeezed Craig's side with my arm, hoping he'd get the message to let me run this conversation for a bit.

"You're still my best friend. I never want to lose that. But look, Stu. We're out here, alone, in the wilderness. Craig and I have each other to play with, and we have a lot of things left to explore, have no fear of that. But I think I can safely speak for both of us, that if you just want to try it out..." I held up a paw as he started to protest. "It doesn't mean you're gay. At least, I don't think so. Like you said, everyone gets curious. You can try some things, and if you don't like it, we'll stop. Neither of us would ever force you, Stu. You know that."

Craig spoke up. "Just think about it some more. We need to make dinner, so nothing's going to happen right away."

Stu seemed to relax. His shorts were still tented, and so were mine. I glanced down and noticed that Craig's were, too. Did I really want this, though? Well, too late to back out, now. I'd leave it up to Stu.

"Yeah, dinner," he muttered.

"Our turn to cook. Not that there's much to cook. But I thought I'd make pudding for dessert, at least. With the fresh, cold water, it should work well in the powdered milk to get the right flavor."

"Your pudding always turns out great," Stu answered, glad of the distraction. We each set about our tasks. Stu gathered up some dead wood for a fire, while Craig prepped the dishes and I prepped dinner. We ate in silence, though it wasn't uncomfortable. We each had the post-dinner plans on our mind. Were we going to stargaze and go to bed, or would there be yet another exploration. While I cleaned up after eating, Stu walked down the road a ways to the dumpster with a trash bag. Craig tended the fire until the Marten got back. I moved over to join them at the circle.

"OK," Stu said.

"Hmm?" Craig asked. He was sitting in the middle of us, now.

"I do want to know what it's like."

"You sure," I asked.

"No, but that's not going to stop me. It has been on my mind all day, and it was my curiosity that led me to reach out and slap Craig's butt," he confessed. "I just didn't think you guys would react that fast. I was trying to ease in to the idea."

"I knew it!" Craig grinned.

"What do we do now," Stu asked.

"Go with the flow," I suggested. "Why don't you come sit in between us?" I scooted over a little, making enough room for the Marten to squeeze in. None of us had yet put on shirts. The evening was cooling a little, but not enough to warrant the need. Plus, the fire was plenty warm enough. I tossed on a few more pieces of wood to keep it that way.

Stu moved, and we each snuggled up on either side of him. Craig laid a paw across his chest, admiring the muscle tone. "You keep pretty fit," he said.

"I do my best," Stu admitted. "Not anywhere near as well as you two, with all that yard work."

"That's ok. I think you have a lovely torso," Craig cooed. He pinched one of Stu's nipples, which caused him to breathe sharply, and lean his head back.

"Oooh, that's a good spot," I noted. I reached for his other nipple and teased it lightly, then gave it a pinch, too. Stu moaned, and lowered his head again to look at me.

"Wow," he said. His eyes were glazed.

"Felt good, didn't it?" I asked. Craig and I found that one pretty quick. I'd seen it enough in videos that I knew to go for it, but I didn't know what the response would be. Try one of his," I prompted.

"Hey, why m-yip!" Craig's protest came too late.

"Now, try this," I suggested, leaning down to lick and gently bite one of Stu's nipples. He groaned as I leaned back again, and looked at me. "Go'head," I prompted, gesturing at Craig. He leaned down and nipped my chest instead, this time. I let out a surprised growl, and then grinned at him as he sat back up. "Sneaky Marten." I laid my paw on his thigh and leaned in to kiss him softly on the cheek.

"That... felt good," he stammered.

"We're really just getting started," encouraged Craig.

Taking it slow, we cuddled until the sky was a dark blue, playing with Stu's torso, and letting him feel ours, rubbing each other's thighs and knees. Eventually, Stu had relaxed and it was clear he really was genuinely enjoying this. I decided to push it up a notch. Leaning closer, I tipped my head up and licked the side of his neck. Craig followed suit on the other side, by going after Stu's ear. I laid a paw on his chest and felt him moan deep in his chest, more than heard it. I softly rubbed his light belly fur as my paw inched its way down. Keeping up the stimulation on his neck and ears, my paw reached his shorts and began to rub the tented fabric. I closed my fingers around it and massaged through the cloth. Stu closed his eyes and groaned loudly, and his paws crept up our thighs towards our crotches. The position was awkward, so he didn't get quite all the way, but I was plenty encouraged. I shifted my body lower on the log, putting my own tent right under his paw as I tugged at his belt and the flap of his shorts.

Craig and I seemed to be totally in synch with how this should go, and we both stopped and leaned back a bit the moment Stu's swollen sheath was freed of his shorts. The shaft poked out like lipstick, and the tip was already forming a bead of pre. "You still good? Do you want to go forward, stay where we are, or stop," my boyfriend asked my best friend. Something in the back of my mind said, 'This is weird.' I told it to shut up and let Stu decide what to do.

I didn't have to wait long. Stu looked in my eyes, grabbed my wrist, and laid my paw over his crotch. Then he laid his paw over my tented shorts, and his other paw over Craig's tent. "In for a penny," he intoned. I smiled and sqeezed his shaft, encouraging the tip to come farther out. I was not disappointed as it slowly worked into my fingers. And it kept coming. In a few moments, I realized that it was larger than either of ours. And thick, too.

"Jeez, man! That's huge!" I held my paw behind it for perspective, as my fox and I both inspected his cock. It was warm and heavy against my palm, and my brain was exploding with desire.

"What do you mean?" He asked. "I figured I was pretty average."

In response, Craig and I both pulled down our pants, so he could see the difference. His ministrations had brought both of us out of our sheathes, and it was clear that his dick was considerably larger than either of ours.

"I had no idea," he said.

"Neither had I. I would have been chasing you years ago," I grinned. "Still, better late than never." With that, I leaned down and ran my sandpapery tongue along the sensitive underside of his manhood. Stu just about lost it.

"Whaoaoah!" He cried.

I sat up. "You ok?"

"Yeah. Do that again. Please?!"

Craig answered before I could, leaning down and matching my motion with his own, silky tongue. Stu absolutely melted between us. If I had not had my rearward arm tucked under his shoulder, he might have sank down all the way to the dirt. Now we were both at it, licking all over his swollen shaft, his loosely hanging balls, and the tender edge of his thighs. Stu's groan of ecstasy never ended, merely shifting in intensity based on where our tongues were at the moment.

Eventually his balls snugged up against his thighs, and Craig and I eased off. We weren't letting him off this easy. Not yet, anyway!

"You wanna try that," I asked. Stu looked at me, unsure. "Don't worry. I promise, we're just exploring. It doesn't mean you're gay." He looked at Craig. I pushed on his shoulder, and he leaned down, lapping tentatively at Craig's shaft. Craig moaned appreciatively. I leaned in to help, and to provide guidance. Stu didn't need much help, as he seemed to figure it out pretty quick.

A bead of pre formed on the tip of Craig's dick. "Taste that," I encouraged. Stu did, and smiled appreciatively. He lapped for more, and Craig's body did not disappoint, providing a few more beads of the clear fluid.

"Damn, Stu, you're a natural," Craig cheered.

"That's the thing about man-on-man play," I observed. "You know what works on yourself, so it's pretty easy to find it on others."

Stu looked between us. "Was it this way for you two the first time?"

"Hard to qualify," I pondered. "We didn't have a three-way. But also, we'd both been watching a lot of porn. I guess you can call that doing your homework for the real thing."

"Makes sense, Stu nodded."

"Less talk, more yiff," Craig teased. In a short while, we had worked ourselves into a blowjob triangle, each one working on another's shaft. Craig and I both knew the power of distraction, focusing on the cock in our mouth enabled us to enjoy the pleasure of the mouth on our own cock, without coming to climax. Stu didn't know that trick, and in a few minutes of my working on him, he was groaning and yowling, and had made a sticky mess on my chin and neck. He sat up panting, as we watched for his reaction. Craig slowly sat up with him, but I kept my head in his lap.

"You OK," I asked.

"I... think so..." he panted. "That was... intense."

"Yeah, it's a lot stronger than when you do it to yourself, right?"

"How's he taste, dear?" Craig sniffed at me.

"See for yourself!" I kissed him, and he lapped at my messy face.

"Delicious, he said, wiping his chin. Stu laid his ears back and blushed crimson, but he was smiling.

"What would you like to do now," Craig asked him, as he caught his breath.

"I think... hmm. Can I just watch you two? Would you, you know, go at it again?"

"You want to watch us fuck?"

"Yeah. I mean... I don't want to go that far. But... it still intrigues me."

I looked at Craig. He smiled. "You want to top, this time, babe?"

I answered with a pounce. "Hell, yes."

It didn't take long for us to find a good position. Stu stayed against the log, and we lay between him and the dwindling fire, but not so close as to be uncomfortably hot. As I got comfortable and mounted Craig doggy style, I felt Stu's paw running along my back. So this was to be an interactive show? Good. We found a slow rhythm. Both of us seemed to want to take our time. Not only for our own sakes, but to give Stu a good show, too. We rocked back and forth as he explored every inch of our connection, holding our balls as they swung in the movement, feeling the flex and contraction of our thigh muscles at each thrust, the curve of our backs. He sniffed deeply, inhaling the smell of our sex. None of us said a word through it all, though Craig and I grunted and moaned a plenty.

After a time of this, Craig turned over and raised his hips. I lined up to take a purchase, and found Stu guiding my cock to Craig's hole. It was a strange, but not unwelcome sensation, his paw on me as I entered my lover. I leaned forward and kissed my fox passionately, and we both grew more fired up. The speed increased this time, and we grunted more heavily. In short order, we were at full speed, and Craig's head bounced a little away each time I slapped home.

"Come on," I said. "Take it. Take it all."

"Yeah. Give it to me," Craig intoned.

"You want it? Huh? You want it deeper?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Oh, yeah. You get it all!" I growled loudly and shoved even deeper. Pretty soon I could feel Craig's prostate swell and tighten against my shaft. He exploded just moments before I did the same, leaning back with a foxy howl that I matched with my loud roar. Stu had gotten into the moment and let out a yowl of his own. Neither of us noticed that he had been jacking off, until we felt his seed landing on our sides. As my climax waned, I collapsed sideways against Craig and pulled Stu down with me, so we were in one lumpy, sweaty, cum-covered pile. Exhausted, we all fell asleep that way, and didn't wake up until the sun shone down, hot over the nearby trees.

* * *

The ride home was anything but silent. We had much to discuss, and work out. It was decided that while Stu had enjoyed the night, and he was grateful to us, he did not feel that that was his thing. He felt confident in his straightness, but was glad we had let him join us. For our parts, we were pleased to bring him in, and promised to respect his boundaries, even if we had gone beyond them last night, though we hoped he wouldn't mind if we occasionally fantasized about him, together or individually.

Craig and I also decided that we would be a closed, albeit not necessarily exclusive, relationship. We had enjoyed bringing Stu in, but that was as much because of his status as our friend as because of his attractiveness and contribution to the sex. We agreed that bringing in a third would never be a unilateral offering, but something that we decided together, and made an offer outward, rather than taking someone who asked to join and bringing them to the circle. And it would be a rare thing, not something that happened weekly, or even on any sort of recurring schedule.

Stu also asked a lot of questions about the sex itself. We did our best to answer, but in the long run, he affirmed that he really was straight, and intended to stay that way. But we did tell him that if he ever wanted to stretch that boundary again, to let us know. He said he would, in the way that suggests, "Don't hold your breath."

* * *

After dropping Stu off at his house, we made our way back home. It was empty, which made it easier for us to quickly unpack and get our gear into the wash. I let Criag shower first, then hurried to take mine, eager to remove the remnant smells of last night's sex before Harper and Dad got home. When I came out, I found Craig waiting near the door.

"I started to say something the other night," he began, "and I wanted to finish it, but not in that setting. I didn't want you to think that I was saying it out of the passion of the moment, or confused with lust, or unchecked because of exhaustion."

"Oh?" I knew where he was going, but I was going to let him finish it.

"Yes. And now that we're fresh, clean, and rested, I want to say it right."

I smiled.

"Toby, I love you. I've felt strongly towards you since you picked me up, and not just as a rescued victim. But we hit it off right away, and I felt a good connection to you as a person. And the more I've watched you, the more I realize, you're a good person, and the kind of person I have been looking for. You really are the guy I was hoping to find in Chicago. I love you, Toby Kat. With all my heart."

"Good," I said, taking him in my arms and holding him tight. "Because that's pretty much how I've felt, too. I am so glad you're coming back to Nebraska with me, to be with me. And I'm so excited to share my life with you there, too. I love you. You're my friend, my brother, and my lover. Thank you for your love, Craig Azeria."