Summer Camp Adventures, Chapter 1
Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains MALE CUBS KISSING. If this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended, because YOU WERE WARNED. For those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!
The summer sun burned brightly in the sky. Furs of all species were dropping off their cubs at summer camp. An eleven year old fox looked around uncertainly. It was his first day at camp, and he was more scared of being away from home for a week than he was willing to admit.
"You be good now, Robbie," his father said. "And most importantly, have fun!"
"Ok, dad," he said. He searched the crowd, still looking nervous.
The older fox patted his son on the head, and dropped to one knee. "Scared?" he asked.
The young fox almost nodded, but quickly caught himself and shook his head. "I'm not scared! I'm not scared of anything!"
His father chuckled. "Alright, kiddo." He embraced his son. The kit returned the hug. "See you in a week!" the father said, as he turned away.
"Bye," the kit said weakly. He looked around again, searching for a familiar face.
"Hey, Robbie!"
The kit turned to face the direction of the voice. A wolf pup bounded up. He was a little younger than the fox, but they were about the same height. "Martin!" the fox said happily.
The two pups grasped hands. "Wassup, man?" Martin asked.
"Eh, not much," Robbie said. "Looking forward to camp."
"Me, too. It's gonna be awesome! A week away from home out in the woods!"
"Yeah, great," Robbie said a little hesitantly.
"Miss your parents already?" Martin asked, reading his friend's mind. Robbie nodded despite himself. "Me, too, but it'll be ok. We've got each other!" The two pups smiled at each other.
"All new campers, over here!" The pups looked over. One of the counselors, a squirrel, was standing on an overturned soapbox with a megaphone summoning the new campers. The two pups walked over, unconsciously grasping each other's paws.
Once all the first year campers assembled, the counselor addressed the cubs. "Welcome to Camp Leaky Creek Run! I don't really like the name, and I petition every year to change it, but no one ever listens," he said. The kits giggled. "But anyway, you cubs will be sharing tents. If you have buddies, feel free to pair up with them. Once you're paired up, I'll continue."
A general murmur arose among the cubs, and they divided themselves into pairs. Robbie and Martin just smiled at each other.
When the cubs quieted, the counselor continued. "You'll be pitching your own tents. The counselors will help you if needed, as well as the older campers. Meals will be taken in the mess hall, the showers are there, the latrine there, the nurse's station there, and of course the lake that feeds Leaky Creek, another name I hate," the counselor said, pointing in the direction of each in turn. "The archery range is there, as well as the rifle range, arts and crafts in that cabin, the athletic fields are to your left. The high ropes course is down that path, and that clearing over there is where you'll pitch your tents. There are counselors at all of the activities who can answer any questions you have about them. For now, we have lunch in the mess hall if you're hungry, and for the rest of the day, you can explore the camp. You can set up your tents now, or wait till evening, it doesn't make a difference. Be safe, and have fun!"
The counselor nimbly leapt from the soap box, and began walking away. "Oh, one more thing. The counselors' cabins are over here. If you need one of us, feel free to drop by! Any questions?"
"What time do we have to be in our tents?" a little raccoon asked.
"Well, we have activities until six, then serve dinner, and after that we have a camp fire. Bed time is whenever the counselors tell you it's time to turn in. Oh, by the way, the counselors' word is law. Disobey at your own peril."
"When can we go swimming in the lake?" a badger asked.
"Any time during the day, but there has to be a counselor there to watch you. If there isn't a counselor at the lake, come get one of us at the counselor's cabin, though there should be a counselor down there most, if not all of the time. There are also swimming lessons at eleven and two for any campers who don't know how. All activities are listed up by the mess hall if you want to know when they run. Any other questions?"
The group shook its head. "Well, if anything else comes up, ask any counselor. We're wearing these sky blue shirts, a color choice I wouldn't have made, but they didn't ask me."
The cubs wandered off their separate ways. Robbie and Martin wandered about together, still paw in paw, exploring the camp and planning what they'd do while there. Dinner that night was a predictably chaotic affair. The two pups sat down at a table with a squirrel and a raccoon about their age, fellow first year campers.
"Hi," the squirrel said as the two pups sat down. "My name's Steve."
"And mine's Larry," the raccoon said, taking a sip of milk from the box on his tray.
"I'm Robbie," the fox said.
"I'm Martin," the wolf said. "Wassup?"
"I'm really excited about camp!" the squirrel said enthusiastically. "It's gonna be so cool! I can't wait to get up on the high ropes tomorrow!"
"Me, too," the raccoon said. "And I can't leave without going to the archery range. I've always wanted to shoot a bow and arrow, but my parents won't let me."
"Well, that's what camp is for!" Martin said brightly. "Doing things your parents won't let you do at home."
"What are you guys lookin forward to?" Steve asked the two canines excitedly.
The two pups looked at each other, than at the squirrel. "The rifle range," they said in unison. The table burst out laughing at their response.
"Great minds think alike, huh bud?" Martin said as he slapped Robbie on the back, rather low.
"Guess so, pal!" Robbie said, throwing his arm around his friend's shoulder.
The cubs joked around for the rest of dinner, fooling around as young boys do. Martin periodically slapped Robbie's back, rather close to his bum, but Robbie didn't mind. A counselor's voice boomed through the PA system, bringing the cubs back to earth.
"Alright, campers, it's time to go pitch your tents. Older campers, we ask you to help the younger ones. Once tents are pitched, it's bedtime."
The cubs scurried out to pitch their tents. Martin and Robbie stayed close, and once out on the field, picked a spot rather close to the lake to pitch their tent. As they laid their tent out, an older camper, a fox, came over.
"You two need some help pitching your tent?" he asked kindly.
"Yes, please!" the pups said in unison.
The fox smiled. "Alright, let's get to work. I'm Cal, by the way."
The two pups offered quick introductions, and the three set to work pitching the tent. In a few minutes, the tent was up, and the pups stepped back to admire their work.
"Good job, guys!" Cal said, patting them both on the head. "I should go find my tent mate now and pitch our tent. See ya around!"
The pups waved as the older fox wandered off in search of his buddy. Martin looked at Robbie. "Let's get our sleeping bags ready," Martin suggested.
"Sure," Robbie said. The two pups ducked down and entered the tent. It was a bit low, but it fit the two eleven year olds just fine. The pups laid out their sleeping bags, and put their backpacks in a corner away from the entrance.
The two pups looked out through the entrance at the other campers. All the other tents were up, and the counselors were walking around making sure the campers had their tents up properly. A counselor came up to their tent and inspected it briefly.
"Good job, boys," he said. "Now, get to bed."
The pups nodded and crawled over to their sleeping bags. Robbie lay down, staring up at the top of the tent. He sighed.
Martin looked over as unzipped his sleeping bag. "Anything wrong, man?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," Robbie said distantly.
"Miss your parents?" Martin asked. Robbie nodded. The wolf crawled up to his friend and put his arm around his shoulder. "Yeah, I miss mine too. But tomorrow, we'll have so much fun we'll forget all about it."
Robbie didn't look convinced. "You sure?"
"Course I'm sure! I know what I'm talkin' about!"
Robbie nodded, and opened up his sleeping bag. He lay down, and prepared to close it.
"That's a pretty big sleeping bag," Martin observed. "I bet we could both fit in it, if we wanted to."
"Yeah, prolly. Why?" Robbie asked.
Martin blushed a bit. "I was thinkin' that maybe we could...sleep together tonight, so we don't feel as lonely."
Robbie thought about this for a minute.
"We don't have to, if you don't wanna do it," Martin said, trying to fill the silence.
"Nah, it's ok," Robbie said. "Let's do it."
The wolf giggled and cuddled up next to his friend. He zipped the bag shut, and turned to face his friend. "Comfy?" the wolf asked.
"A little warm," Robbie said, pulling his shirt off. "Doesn't help much." He reached down and wiggled out of his pants. He noticed that Martin was watching him rather intently. "You gonna take off some of your clothes?" Robbie asked.
"Oh, yeah," Martin said dimly. He pulled off his shirt and pants. "You wear boxers or briefs?" he asked Robbie.
Robbie blushed. "What kind of question is that?" he asked, somewhat indignantly.
Martin blushed when he realized what he had said. "Sorry," he said quickly. "I don't know what made me ask that."
Robbie turned away. He wasn't quite sure what to think of his friend anymore. He felt the wolf squirming behind him. He turned to see what he was doing.
Robbie's eyes shot open when he saw his friend putting a pair of light blue boxers down with his clothes. Martin looked at Robbie and blushed. "I wear boxers," he said.
"You...you're..."
"Naked, yeah," Martin finished. "I always sleep naked at home. Hope you don't mind."
Robbie blushed. "Nah, it's cool," he said.
"Really cool," Martin said with a chuckle. "You gonna take yours off or keep 'em on?"
Robbie thought about it for a moment.
"It's cool either way," Martin said.
Robbie didn't know what to say. He just reached down and pulled off his underwear. He put his orange boxers by his clothes, and cuddled up close to Martin. As he did, he noticed something. He looked down between them, and saw that Martin had a stiffy, and it was poking against him! With another start, he realized that he had one, too!
Martin wrapped his arms around Robbie and cuddled close.
"Martin, what are you-"
Robbie's sentence was cut off when Martin suddenly kissed him on the lips. The young wolf's tongue slipped into the shocked fox's mouth. Robbie pushed the wolf back.
"What the hell was that?!" Robbie asked indignantly.
Martin blushed. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me. I-"
"Is that why you wanted to sleep with me? So you could do that?!"
"Robbie, I, I'm sorry." The wolf sighed. "Guess there's no excuse for that."
The wolf unzipped the bag and crawled out. He zipped it back up as Robbie turned away from him. The dejected wolf crawled into his bag and zipped it shut. "Goodnight, Robbie."
The fox turned to face him and took a deep breath. "You can still sleep with me if you want," he said shyly. "Just promise you won't do that again."
The wolf pup brightened. "Thanks," he said, as he quickly crawled back into his friend's sleeping bag. He smiled uncertainly at his friend.
"So," Robbie said. "You're..."
"Gay?" Martin offered. "Yeah."
"So that's why you...kissed me?"
Martin nodded. "You're one cute foxie, if you don't mind me saying so."
Robbie blushed. He wrapped his arms around the wolf. "I guess you're kinda cute, too," he said, and tentatively kissed his friend on the cheek.
Martin giggled. "So we can still be friends?"
"Sure," Robbie said, and the two pups cuddled close and soon fell asleep.