Summer Camp Adventures, Chapter 3
Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains scenes of MASTURBATION between MALE CUBS. If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended, because YOU WERE WARNED!!! Now, for those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!
Robbie groggily opened his eyes.
"What time is it?" he muttered, reaching towards his backpack. He pulled out a sport watch, and pressed the button to make the display light up. 2:37 showed in the green backlit digital display.
"What am I doing up this early?" he muttered. He wiggled a little bit, and noticed something. He remembered that Martin had asked to sleep with him, so that was the warm fuzzy thing next to him, but there was something else. He reached down to his belly and felt a sticky liquid there. "Crap," he muttered.
"Robbie? Izzat you?" Martin muttered, blinking sleep from his eyes. "What time is it?" The wolf pup wiggled a bit, and noticed the wetness himself. He reached down and touched it, and brought his fingers up to his nose. He sniffed it. Robbie watched his friend, blushing a bit.
"Spooge," Martin said. "Smells like both of us." He wiggled a bit. "It's still wet. We should prolly wash it off before it dries."
Robbie nodded. "Down to the lake, then?"
"Sure," the wolf said, unzipping the sleeping bag. Robbie reached for his backpack. "You won't need anything," Martin said. "It's dark, so no one will see us, and we can dry off when we get back."
The fox blushed and nodded. Martin stuck his head out of the tent and looked around. The dim light of the moon barely allowed the wolf to distinguish anything, but he could tell that the coast was clear. He crawled out, and motioned for Robbie to follow.
The two pups quietly made their way to the edge of the lake. Robbie was rather embarrassed to be walking around naked, and kept his paws over his crotch, but Martin didn't seem to mind at all.
"Here we are," Martin whispered. Sure enough, Robbie could hear the water lapping against the shore, and could see the outline of the new moon reflected in the water's surface. "Come on," Martin said, taking Robbie by the paw and leading him into the water. The cold water contrasted sharply with the warm air. Robbie shivered as his friend led him into the water.
"The water's fr-fr-freezing," Robbie whispered, teeth chattering.
"Stay close, then," Martin said, and drew his friend close. Robbie blushed as his friend pulled him into a close embrace, still leading him into the water. When they were in up to their necks, they stopped.
"So, how do we get this off?" Robbie asked.
"Just rub it till it comes out," Martin said.
Robbie nodded and turned away from the wolf. He began rubbing his belly fur. He felt Martin's arms wrap around his waist.
"I'll clean you if you clean me," Martin whispered in the fox's ear.
The fox went stiff. "Ok," he whispered, rather hesitantly.
Robbie involuntarily shuddered as his friend's paws began massaging his fur, gently working out the stickiness. He didn't quite know why, but it felt good receiving this treatment from his friend. The fox murred quietly until his friend's paws moved away.
"Clean me now," Martin whispered. The fox turned around to face his friend, who turned as Robbie had. The little fox reached around his friend's waist, and gently worked the stickiness from his friend. Just as he had, the wolf murred contentedly.
As Robbie finished, Martin reached down and grabbed the fox's paws. He guided the vulpine paws lower. Robbie realized where his friend was leading him, and jerked his paws back. "What were you doing?" Robbie hissed into his friend's ear.
"Oh, um, nothing," Martin said, not turning around. The fox pulled away from his friend and stared at him. The wolf didn't move. Robbie turned to the shore and slowly walked back up to the shore.
Robbie emerged from the water, dropped to all fours, and shook off. Water sprayed everywhere. The fox looked over his shoulder to see where his friend was. He spotted the wolf's head. He was still out in the water up to his neck, but in the darkness, Robbie couldn't tell where he was facing or what he was doing.
The fox sat down at the water's edge and stared off at his friend. He spread his legs, an action that would have given his friend a perfect view of him if there was enough light to see. As if on cue, a light breeze blew, and the moon emerged from behind a cloud, bathing the scene in a dim light. In the fresh light, Robbie could see that Martin was facing towards him and appeared to be breathing heavily. Just below the surface of the water, he could make out Martin's right arm moving frantically.
"What are you doing?" Robbie whispered out. His friend didn't answer. The wolf suddenly sighed contentedly, and began making his way to shore.
Robbie watched as the wolf emerged from the water, dripping wet, erection flaring. Robbie blushed as his own erection began poking out of his sheath. He moved his arms to hide his arousal from his friend. Martin sat down next to Robbie and put his arm around his friend.
"You're really cute," Martin whispered into Robbie's ear, and kissed his cheek.
"So are you," Robbie said, putting his own arm around his friend's shoulder and kissing him lightly on the lips.
Martin lay down, pulling Robbie down with him. "You're a great friend, Robbie," he whispered.
Robbie shook his head and giggled. "You're just sayin that 'cause I let ya kiss me and sleep with me."
Martin looked at him seriously. "Exactly." Robbie blushed, a little confused. "I don't know anyone else who'd do the things we do. The fact that you'll do them with me, that we can kiss, and cuddle, and still be friends, it means a lot to me." He kissed the blushing fox. "Thanks for bein a friend."
"No problem," Robbie said, still blushing. "I do have one question, though."
"Oh?" Martin said, bemused.
"What were you doing in the water?"
The wolf blushed. "Pawing off," he said, embarrassed.
Robbie nodded. He was pretty sure he knew what Martin was thinking about, but he didn't want to ask. Not yet.
"We should head back to the tent now," Martin said, filling the awkward silence. "We're prolly dry enough."
"Yeah, let's go," Robbie said. He got up, and offered a paw to help his friend. He again noted the wolf's eyes lingering on his groin. The two pups stealthily returned to their tent.
Martin looked at Robbie. "Wanna still sleep together?"
Robbie shivered. "Yeah," he said. "We might as well finish the night together."
The two pups crawled back into Robbie's sleeping bag, cuddled up close, and went back to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The pups awoke a few hours later. After their morning race to the bathroom (Martin won again), the pups dressed and hung out near the mess hall.
"We're gonna get signed up for the rifle range today," Martin said. "We have to!"
"Yeah," Robbie said. "So I can again prove that, while I'm not an athlete, I can at least whip you in something that requires skill, like shooting."
Martin punched the fox's shoulder. "You ever shot a gun before?" Robbie shook his head. "I have. My dad got me a BB gun last year for my birthday. I've had a lot of practice with that."
Robbie chuckled confidently. "I'll still whip ya! I'm a fast learner! Besides, remember archery yesterday?"
"I swear, I had a defective bow!" the wolf said defensively.
"So it was a fluke when the counselor used it to hit a bulls' eye?" Robbie said, teasing the wolf.
"Exactly," Martin said. "I'll do better today with the rifle."
"We'll see," Robbie said, rubbing his paws together.
One of the counselors, a Doberman, approached the two boyfurs by the mess hall. "You pups are certainly up early," he said in his deep, gruff voice.
"Yup!" Robbie said. "We missed sign-up for the rifle range yesterday, so we're bound to get on the list today!"
"So I can prove that I'm better than him," Martin added, teasing the fox.
The Doberman looked up at the clock over the mess hall. It read six thirty. "Well, it's still a bit early, but I guess I could start the sign-up now," he said.
"Really?!" the boyfurs asked excitedly.
"Sure," he said. "I'm one of the counselors in charge of watching the range. I'll have my eye on you two," he said, chuckling.
The counselor entered a small cabin next to the mess hall, and came out with a sheet of paper. He pinned it up on the bulletin board, and stepped back. The pups bounded up excitedly and stared at the paper. They grabbed pens from the tray beneath the board, and wrote in their names for eight thirty, the earliest time slot. They stepped back, giggling happily. The counselor looked at the names.
"Well, then, Robbie and Martin," he said. "An introduction is in order. I'm Rex, but while on the range, you will call me 'sir,' understood?"
"Yes, sir!" the two pups said in unison, popping into a smart salute. The Doberman laughed, a deep laugh was rather intimidating.
The pups melted into the background as more cubs rushed down, excited about signing up for morning activities. The noise level grew as breakfast approached. The noise reached a crescendo, and as the clock reached seven, the pups flooded into the mess hall for breakfast. Robbie and Martin managed to get very close to the front of the line. They got their food (breakfast was the same as yesterday), and made their way to what had become their usual table in the corner. It wasn't long before Steve and Larry showed up.
"Hi, guys!" Steve said, tail swishing madly. Larry had learned to keep a wide berth from the squirrel. "Sleep well?"
"Well enough," Martin said. "You sleep at all?"
The squirrel nodded. "I really like that Chihuahua his name is Paul you were right we had a lot in common hey look that's him over there I'm gonna go sit with him see you later bye!"
The squirrel scurried off to a table some ways away, and began chattering endlessly with the Chihuahua. The pups giggled as the other cubs moved to sit as far away from the two chattering furs as possible. Larry sat down with the two pups.
"That was a good call," Larry said. "They wore each other out last night, so I got a decent night's sleep. Wish we coulda gotten them together sooner."
Robbie chuckled. "I bet that was a relief." The raccoon nodded.
"How was D and D last night?" Martin asked.
"It was rather interesting," Larry said. "It was basically a 'PCs fighting random goblins' game. One of the other players was a monk who went around kicking the goblins in the balls. And there was a warrior who tea bagged every goblin he killed. I was a rogue, and I perched up in a tree shooting arrows at them. It was quite fun."
The two pups nodded. "Sounds it," Robbie said.
"Maybe you guys could join us some time," Larry suggested.
"No thanks. RPGs aren't really my thing," Martin said.
"Suit yourself," Larry said as he poked his eggs with his fork. "Ever wonder if camp food is really food?"
Robbie cringed as the slimy excuse for eggs slid down his throat. "That's a very good question," he said, taking a big gulp of orange juice.
"Maybe they're secretly trying to kill us," Martin suggested quietly. "Our parents sent us here to get rid of us by feeding us toxic goo."
The other two cubs giggled. "That'd be kinda creepy," Larry said.
Robbie felt a presence behind him, and looked over his shoulder. Chuck, the border collie, stood there, looking hesitantly at the table.
"Hi, there, Chuck!" Robbie said brightly.
"Hi," Chuck said. "Umm, mind if I sit with you?"
"Go right ahead," Robbie said, pointing to the seat across from him that was usually occupied by the hyperactive squirrel.
"We were just talkin' about how the camp is trying to kill us with this food," Martin said as Chuck sat down and took a bite of eggs. He spit it out immediately.
"Really?!" he said, sounding horrified. The other boyfurs laughed.
"No, not really," Martin said. "It was a joke."
"Oh," Chuck said, blushing.
"So, what're your plans for today?" Robbie asked.
"I'm gonna finish my woodcarving, then maybe go for a hike this afternoon," Chuck said, resuming eating.
"I'm going to try archery this morning, then go for swimming lessons," Larry said. "No idea about this afternoon."
"Robbie and I are heading to the rifle range first thing!" Martin said excitedly. "I think a hike this afternoon sounds fun, dontcha think, Robbie?"
"Sure," Robbie said, smiling at Chuck. "We can all go together."
"Why don't you come, too, Larry?" Martin suggested.
"Nah," the raccoon said, shaking his head. "I'm not much of a hiker."
The cubs talked for al little longer before going their separate ways. Martin and Robbie showed up at the rifle range right after breakfast and waited excitedly for the range to open. The Doberman they had met earlier soon arrived, followed by a cat who looked as though he wanted to keep as far away from the Doberman as possible. The Doberman stared at the two pups. There was something sinister in that glare, but the pups didn't shy away. He smiled at them, a display of compassion that, on the gruff features, made him seem scarier. He took a key ring from his belt, and unlocked a shed by the range.
"Care to set up the targets, Leon?" he said to the cat.
"Sure thing, Rex," he said rather hastily, dashing into the shed. He ran off with the targets tucked under his shoulder. The pups watched, fascinated by the control and fear the Doberman commanded.
"I'm not a mean person," Rex said to the pups. "As long as you don't cross me."
The pups nodded. There was definitely something sinister about the dog. He turned to watch the clock until it was time to start. The cat came back and dropped to one knee behind the pups.
"He has a bitter temperament," he whispered to the pups. "The result of being a Marine for four years. He was a damn good sniper, from what I heard. They say he single-handedly took out an entire enemy platoon with nothing but a knife and his bare paws. Scary, huh?"
"I heard that," the Doberman said.
"Meep!" the cat muttered, ears shrinking back.
The two pups and the cat stared at the Doberman. He didn't turn around. The other cubs, an older fox, a golden retriever, and a squirrel, showed up shortly, and they watched the Doberman quietly, expectantly.
As the clock reached eight thirty, he turned and walked into the shed. They heard the clicking of a lock, and the Doberman emerged with six bolt-action rifles in his arms. He handed one to each cub, keeping the sixth for himself. "Leon, get the ammo," he said, holding his keys out to the cat. He took them obediently and disappeared into the shed. "Before you get live ammo, we're going through basics. Follow."
The pups followed him to the range. He stood at the farthest station and waited for the cubs to catch up. When they were assembled, he began. "Stance. When you fire a rifle, stand perpendicular to your target. Your target is there," he said, pointing towards the targets. "Therefore, you face that way if you're right pawed, or that way if you're a lefty," he said, pointing along lines perpendicular to the target. "When you shoot, level the weapon at eye level." He pointed to two offshoots of metal along the barrel. "Line up your target in the sights. When you shoot, hold the butt of the rifle firmly against your shoulder, with your feet shoulder width apart. Like this." In one smooth movement, the Doberman assumed firing stance, lined up the rifle, and pulled the trigger. The empty weapon clicked.
"Before you get live ammo, you must show me proper stance. And remember, this is a lethal weapon. If you fool around with it, not only will you never shoot on this range again, he will call your parents, and you will never come to this camp again. And of course, I will personally break your arms." He growled and flexed his immense muscles to make his point. "Understood?" The cubs nodded. "Stations."
The cubs took up positions, and the Doberman inspected their stance. All of the pups passed his inspection.
"Before you get your ammo, you must understand the weapon," the Doberman said. He plucked five bullets from the box Leon brought. "To load, push the bullet in, with the tip facing toward the barrel. Once you have your shells in, pull the bolt to arm the gun," he said, loading his rifle and pulling the bolt back. He returned it to its starting position. "The gun locks when you pull the bolt back. Returning to starting position unlocks the rifle. The weapon is now armed and loaded." He beckoned the cubs to stand back. He stood at the first station, and fired a shot. It hit the exact center of the target. "After each shot, you must pull the bolt back to eject the spent shell." He ejected the shell. He stood at each station and fired a shot. "Do not overload the weapon. No more than five bullets at a time. More will jam the gun. If a shell fails to eject, put the gun down and ask me for assistance. Failure to comply with these rules will result in expulsion from the range. Understood?"
The pups nodded.
"Good," the Doberman said. "Take your ammo, load it for me, and when I'm satisfied, you can begin."
Robbie and Martin scrambled up and took a few bullets. They loaded their rifles under the watchful eye of the Doberman. He nodded approvingly.
"Take your stations and fire on my mark," the Doberman said. The two pups stood at the ready. "Range is hot!" the Doberman barked. He checked to make sure the range was clear. "Fire at will," he said, as he turned and corrected the older fox.
Fifteen minutes later, dozens of spent shells littered the ground at the range. The Doberman watched approvingly. He checked his watch, and at eight fifty five, called time.
"Leon, check their weapons, and I'll check their targets." The cat took the rifles from the pups, checking to ensure they were empty. He picked up the unfired shots as the Doberman went out on the range to check the targets. He pulled the targets off, and returned.
"Who was at station four?" he asked. Robbie raised his hand. "Excellent shooting, pup," the Doberman said with an approving stare, holding up a target. The holes were all clustered around the center. "You're the best shot I've ever seen at this camp. How old are you?"
"Eleven, sir," he said.
"Eleven?!" The Doberman was shocked. "Damn! That's amazing! You ever fired a gun before?"
"No, sir," Robbie said, beaming.
The Doberman nodded. "Excellent for a first timer."
"How did I do?" Martin asked.
"You were the one competing with him, weren't you? Station number?"
"Five, sir," Martin said, hoping that he had done well.
The Doberman showed him a paper. "You only hit the edge of the target. You failed to actually score a decent hit." Martin's ears drooped. "I've seen better, but then, I've seen far worse, and from Marines," the Doberman said, trying to make the pup feel better. "Try to do better next time."
The Doberman gave the other pups their targets, and called Robbie over. "Write your name on this target, pup," he said, pulling a pen from his pocket. Robbie signed it. The Doberman snatched the pen back, and took the target. "I'm adding this to the hall of fame. Best shooting I've even seen from a cub." Robbie beamed and scurried off to join Martin.
The fox kit spent the rest of the morning gloating about his skill on the range. Even Martin conceded that Robbie had some skill. Lunch seemed to come quickly that day.
"Is this really edible?" Martin asked, holding up his rock hard grilled cheese sandwich.
Robbie took a bite of his. "I'm not sure. Tastes kinda like cardboard," he said, taking a drink of apple juice.
Chuck the border collie walked over with his lunch. He checked over his shoulder periodically.
"Hey, Chuck!" Robbie said.
The collie looked at him, startled. "Oh, hi, Robbie, Martin," he said. "Can I sit with you guys?"
"Sure," Robbie said. Chuck sat down at the table, back facing the wall, keeping an eye on the crowded room.
"What's up?" Martin asked.
"Look over there at the counselors," he said, pointing at the staff table. The pups turned and looked. A group of counselors was standing around a radio. The pups couldn't tell what they were saying, but there was a lot of shaking of heads, and none of the counselors looked happy. "What do you think they're talkin' about?"
"Beats me," Martin said with a shrug.
"Eh, let's not worry about them," Robbie said. "So, how's your day been so far?"
"Been ok so far," Chuck said, tentatively biting into his sandwich. "I finished my carving. It turned out pretty well. The counselor there said that I work well with my hands."
"Cool," Robbie said.
"You should show it to us later," Martin said.
"Hey, Chuck, you said you wanted to go on hike this afternoon," Robbie said. "Who you goin with?"
"Well, I haven't actually figured that out," Chuck said, blushing.
"Well, you got the two of us," Martin said brightly. "I wonder if the counselors would let us go alone..."
"I asked," Chuck said. "They said that we need an older camper with us, and maps and a compass in case we get lost."
"Bleh," Martin said. "Know any older campers you'd wanna spend the afternoon with?"
Chuck shook his head sadly. "Nah, and I'd rather not ask."
"You won't get anywhere with that attitude." The pups turned to face the speaker. An older wolf stood over them. "If you guys wanna go on a hike, I can go with you, and I've got a couple of friends who I'm sure wouldn't mind goin, too."
"That was easy," Robbie said. "What's your name?"
"We can save that for later," he said mysteriously. "Don't look for us. We'll find you. Be at the edge of the campsite at two. I guarantee this is a hike you guys will never forget." And with that, the older fur walked away.
"Was it just me, or was that a little creepy?" Robbie asked.
"Wasn't just you," Chuck said. "I don't know about that. Maybe we should find somethin' safe we can do here at camp."
"Somewhere where our screams will be heard?" Martin said, laughing nervously.
The pups went silent. As lunch ended, they cautiously approached the edge of the campsite. Robbie checked his watch. Two o'clock was fast approaching.
"It couldn't be anything bad, could it?" Robbie asked.
"We'll find out soon enough," Martin said.
Chuck merely stood still, shivering.
At two, the older wolf showed up with a backpack slung over his shoulder. "Hey, you guys came!" he said, sounding a bit surprised. "You guys ready to go?"
"What's in the bag?" Martin asked. "And what's your name, anyways? You said you'd tell us later."
"Eh, I can tell you my name. Jake," he said. "And this pack just has some supplies. Nothing special. Oh, you guys may want these," he said, pulling out some maps and holding them out to the pups. "In case we get separated."
"B-but that won't happen, will it?" Chuck asked nervously.
Jake merely smiled. "Let's go," he said, bounding off down a trail.
"Hey, wait up!" Robbie and Martin yelled, bounding off in pursuit.
"Eep, wait for me!" Chuck yelled, scrambling to keep up.
The pups soon lost sight of the wolf. They paused at a fork in the path.
"Which way did he go?" Chuck asked, sounding scared. Robbie and Martin sniffed the air.
"Can't tell," Robbie said. "Can you?" he asked Martin.
"Let's try this way," Martin suggested, pointing up the left fork.
The three pups began running down the path. After a few minutes, Chuck stopped.
"Wait, guys!" he said, sounding scared. "Did you guys hear something just now?"
"Like what?" Robbie asked, pausing to face the border collie.
"Like something in the bushes," he said, nervously glancing around.
"I didn't hear anything, did you?" Martin said to Robbie.
"Nope. You sure you're not just imagining things?"
"I heard something! I know I did!" Chuck insisted.
Suddenly, three masked figures jumped out from the bushes, screaming like madbeasts. The three pups screamed in terror. Chuck stumbled backwards and curled up into a ball on the ground, cowering in terror. The masked furs began laughing hysterically. They pulled off their masks. One of them was Jake.
"Haha, I love scaring younger campers!" Jake said, still laughing.
"I think this one was the best," one of the other wolves said, pointing at Chuck. "Look at him shivering. And...hey, I think he wet himself!"
Robbie and Martin looked down at the cowering pup. Sure enough, his pants looked wet, and they detected the scent of urine.
The wolf who had scared Chuck dropped to one knee beside him and put his paw on the collie's shoulder. The pup jumped and pushed away. As he did, the pups could clearly see tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Geez, this hasn't happened before," the third wolf said. "It's freakin hilarious, though," he said, chuckling.
"Come on, guys," Jake said. "Let's leave them. I think we scared him enough."
"Wait, aren't you supposed to stay with us?" Robbie asked as the wolves walked away.
"Eh, you'll be fine," Jake said over his shoulder. "Just follow this path back to the camp site. You may wanna get him to the showers to wash up." The older wolves kept right on walking.
Robbie and Martin knelt down on either side of Chuck. "You ok, pal?" Martin asked, sounding concerned.
Chuck buried his face in his paws and cried.
"It's ok," Robbie said, patting him on the shoulder. "You were scared. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Wetting my pants is," Chuck said through his tears.
"It's not that bad," Martin said reassuringly. "Plus, our tent is really close to the end of the path, and the lake. We might be able to sneak you down to the lake to wash off, then to our tent to get some fresh clothes. No one will have to know you wet yourself."
"They'll find out," Chuck said. "Those older campers will tell everyone. I know it." He continued sobbing uncontrollably.
Robbie and Martin looked at each other, then at the sobbing pup. "There anything we can do to make you feel better?" Robbie asked.
"I need a hug," Chuck said, still sobbing.
Robbie and Martin looked at each other. Martin got up, walked over to Robbie. "You should do it," Martin whispered in Robbie's ear. "After the wolves scared him, it's prolly better if you try to comfort him."
Robbie nodded, and hugged the sobbing collie. Chuck wrapped his arms around the fox and sobbed into his chest.
Robbie patted Chuck's back. "Let it all out," he whispered to the collie.
Martin looked around. "I'm gonna go look for a counselor," he said. "I'll be back." The little wolf pup bounded off down the path, leaving Robbie and Chuck sitting on the path, Chuck still sobbing into the fox kit's chest.
"Robbie?" Chuck said when he had calmed down a bit.
"Yeah, Chuck?" the fox said kindly, still embracing the collie and rubbing his back.
"Do you think I'm a baby? Because I got scared, and wet myself, and miss my stuffed animal?"
"No, I don't," Robbie said, moving the collie's face to he could look into his eyes. "You're not a baby." Before either pup knew what they were doing, their lips touched briefly. Robbie moved his hand up behind Chuck's head to keep him from backing away, and fully kissed the collie. The collie pup relaxed into the kiss. After a few seconds, Robbie pulled back.
Chuck stared at the fox. Neither pup could believe what had just happened, and didn't know what to say. They stared into each other's eyes, looking for something to say.
"Robbie," Chuck said, looking for words to fill the silence. "Why?"
Robbie shrugged. "Felt like the right thing to do," Robbie said, sounding a little embarrassed. "Hope you don't mind."
Chuck blushed deeply. "I don't mind. I actually...kinda liked it..." he said.
"Hey, guys!" The two pups looked up. Martin was bounding up the path, followed closely by the counselor who had addressed the new campers.
Robbie released Chuck and stood up. He offered a paw to the collie. "Come on, pal, take my paw," Robbie said. Chuck took it, and Robbie pulled Chuck to his feet. Martin and the counselor came up to the two pups.
"Hey, there," the counselor said. "You must be Chuck," he said to the collie. Chuck nodded, blushing. "Come on, let's get you down to the showers to clean up. You've got extra clothes in your tent, I hope." Chuck nodded. The squirrel put his arm around Chuck's shoulders, and began leading him down the path.
"Can they come with me?" Chuck asked, referring to Martin and Robbie.
"If your friends want to come with you, they're welcome to. There isn't much to do at camp now, anyways," the counselor said kindly.
"Why not?" Robbie asked.
The counselor sighed. "Those wolves who scared you came back and bragged to the entire camp that they scared some poor pup so badly that he wet himself. We've gathered all the cubs into the mess hall, and Rex is chewing out those boys who left you in the woods. It's not a pretty sight."
"So...everyone knows?" Chuck asked, starting to sniffle.
"Unfortunately, yes, but the other counselors are talking to them about it, and asking them not to mention it. If anyone gives you a hard time about it, just come talk to one of the counselors, ok?"
Chuck nodded. The pups walked on in silence. They soon reached the camp. As promised, it seemed completely deserted.
"Well, you should go get some fresh clothes, and take a shower," the counselor said to Chuck. "If you want, I can go down to the creek and wash those clothes out for you."
Chuck nodded, and crawled into his tent. Robbie checked his watch.
One of the other counselors walked up to the squirrel, and the two had a hushed conversation.
"Isn't dinner soon?" Robbie asked.
The counselors turned to face him. "Yeah, it is," the squirrel said. "But apparently, the other pups are still treating this like a big joke. I think we'll just bring dinner out to you. It's easier than trying to maintain order among a bunch of insolent cubs."
"Hopefully it'll settle down tonight," the other counselor said. "I should get back there. They need all hands on deck." The second counselor left.
Chuck soon emerged from his tent. He had clean clothes and a towel draped over his arm.
"Alright, kiddo, let's go," the squirrel said. The four furs walked over to the communal shower. "Take off your clothes, and I'll go wash them in the creek."
The collie began shivering as he stripped. The counselor turned around. When he had stripped and disappeared into the showers, the counselor took his wet clothing and headed for the creek.
"When he gets out and dresses, tell him I'll leave his clothes in his tent, and I'll bring dinner in a bit. Until then, maybe you guys could head off to your tent. Keep the poor pup occupied so he doesn't have to think about this incident. Ok?"
"Alright," Robbie said.
"Will do," Martin said with a bright smile.
The counselor smiled back at him, and continued down towards the creek.
Chuck soon emerged from the shower. The water had washed away the scent of urine, and the pup's tears. Robbie and Martin couldn't help admiring the collie's fur. His white chestfur and black fur on his sides and back shined from the water in it. The collie did his best to keep his privates covered as he dried himself off. When he was done, he began dressing.
"Is that cartoon character underwear?" Martin asked as Chuck pulled on a pair of Rocky and Bullwinkle briefs.
"Yeah," Chuck said, blushing furiously.
"Aw, it's ok," Robbie said, patting the collie's shoulder. "We won't make fun of you for it."
"Thanks," Chuck said as he pulled on his shorts.
When Chuck was dressed, the pups went down to Robbie and Martin's tent. They sat outside and talked, about the weather, their favorite past times, anything to keep the conversation going, and Chuck's mind away from his accident. At six thirty, the counselor came up with a tray with three plates of food.
"Here's your dinner," he said kindly to the pups. "Didn't know what you wanted to drink, so I just brought water. Hope you don't mind."
"That's fine," Martin said.
"Thank you very much," Robbie said. "Hey, what's your name, anyways?"
"I didn't say that at orientation? Geez, I must be slipping. Jerry," the squirrel said, smiling awkwardly. "After the first month, it all kinda runs together. I'll be back in a bit to check on you guys. See ya!"
The pups ate in silence. The food was considerably better than pervious meals: hot dogs and pasta salad. The pasta had a bit too much spice, but that didn't bother the pups. Shortly after they finished, Jerry returned.
"Enjoy dinner?" he asked brightly. The pups nodded. "I'll take your plates back to the mess hall. Dinner'll be over soon. We won't be having any camp fires tonight, since it's supposed to start raining." A cool breeze passed, and the squirrel wrinkled his nose as a drop of water hit it. "Or maybe it's starting now. Either way, not good for making fire. Feel free to wander around to other camp sites, and try to stay dry. See ya, pups."
The pups went into the tent to keep dry. They talked and joked for a couple of hours, until the counselors called bedtime. Chuck reluctantly returned to his tent.
"So, Martin," Robbie said as he pulled off his shirt. "Could I ask you a question?"
"Sure, pal. What is it?" Martin asked as he stripped down to his boxers.
"This morning, when you were pawing off in the water," Robbie said, blushing a bit that he was asking about it. "What were you...thinking about?"
Martin blushed. "You," he said quietly. "I've kinda been doin it for a while."
Robbie nodded. "Wanna...try doin something together?"
"Like what?" Martin asked curiously.
"I don't know," Robbie said, blushing. "Maybe pawing each other off or something?"
Martin smiled and crawled over to the fox. Robbie blushed as Martin looked into his eyes and smiled. "You really wanna do that?" he asked.
"If you want to, I'm willing to try," Robbie said, embarrassed that he had suggested it, and half-wishing he hadn't.
Martin sat down next to the fox and pulled off his boxers. "You gonna finish undressing?" he asked slyly.
"Oh, yeah," Robbie said, blushing and pulling off his pants and underwear. He put them by his pack, and looked at Martin hesitantly.
"I'll do you first," Martin said, running his paw up and down Robbie's chest. "You ready?"
"I don't know," Robbie said, blushing. Martin smiled and kissed his friend tenderly on the lips.
"Just relax," he said, gently rubbing his friend's back and chest. "You don't have to do me tonight. Just relax and enjoy."
Robbie nodded.
"Wanna lie down, or stay sitting?" Martin asked playfully.
"I think I'll lie down," Robbie said, lying back on his sleeping bag. The wolf lay down next to him, and began rubbing his friend's sheath, teasing out his pink length of flesh. He closed his paw around it and began gently rubbing it.
Martin watched his friend's face as he gently rubbed his cock. The wolf couldn't help giggling as his friend closed his eyes and began murring happily.
"We may need to keep it down," Martin whispered. "Wouldn't want anyone disturbing us. Think you can keep quiet?"
"I'll try," Robbie said. "No promises, though."
"Oh, that's quite alright. I know how to keep you quiet." With a sly smile, the wolf locked lips with the fox. The two pups kissed intimately as the wolf gently massaged his friend's boyhood.
Martin kept a slow pace, letting his friend ride the waves of pleasure for as long as possible. After a few minutes, Robbie broke their kiss.
"Martin, please," he whimpered.
"Please what? Want me to make you cum?" the wolf asked playfully. Robbie nodded, his eyes pleading for his friend to bring him to climax. "I can't say no to those eyes," Martin said as he lowered his face back to Robbie.
The two pups continued kissing, and Martin increased the speed of his rubbing, bringing the fox closer to his peak. Without warning, Robbie moaned, muffled by their connection at the mouth, and his seed shot forth, hitting the two pups in the face, and slowly receding until the last drops poured out onto Martin's paw. Martin pulled back from their kiss, and Robbie sighed, breathing heavily.
"Well, that was quite a climax, wasn't it?" Martin said playfully, licking his hand clean. "You taste really good," he whispered to the fox. The little wolf began playfully licking his friend's semen from his body, working down his body, stopping just above his furry sheath. He licked the last bit of cum from his friend's still semi-hard cock, sending shivers down the fox's spine.
When he finished, Martin lay back down next to Robbie, and the two kits cuddled for a bit, staring into each other's eyes.
"That felt amazing," Robbie said, blushing.
"You don't mind that it was done by a guy?" Martin asked.
Robbie shook his head. "I'm glad it was you."
Martin giggled happily, and kissed his friend. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too, pal," Robbie said, gently kissing the wolf.
Martin grabbed Robbie's wrist and looked at his watch. "It's almost midnight," Martin said. "We should get to sleep."
As the pups prepared to curl up in Robbie's sleeping bag, they heard a sound from the entrance to the tent. "Robbie? Martin?"
"That you, Chuck?" Martin asked.
"Yeah," said the voice. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," Martin said.
Chuck entered the tent. He was wearing purple pajamas, and he had his backpack with him. He blushed when he saw the two naked pups. "Oh, I...am I interrupting anything?" he asked.
"No, we're just gettin ready for bed," Robbie said. "What's up?"
"My tent mate kicked me out," Chuck said, sniffling.
"Why?" Martin asked with concern.
"He was one of the wolves who scared us today," Chuck said, starting to tear up. "His parents are coming to get him tomorrow, and he's pissed. He told me that if I wanted to spend the night in the tent with him I'd have to do...something...and I refused, so he kicked me out, and threatened me," he said, starting to cry.
"What'd he ask you to do?" Robbie asked, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Chuck said, blushing deeply. "Can I sleep here tonight?"
"Sure," Martin said. "Where's your sleeping bag?"
"My tent mate wouldn't let me take it with me. It's still back in the tent."
"Ah," Martin said. "Well, if you want, you can use mine. Unless you'd like to sleep with one of us tonight."
"What?!" Chuck said, sounding stunned. "Sleeping in the same sleeping bag...with another guy?"
"Sure," Martin said. "Robbie and I have slept together since we got here. It's no big deal, as long as you don't mind cuddling naked with another guy."
"It's actually rather fun, if you're interested," Robbie said.
Chuck blushed and stared down at his knees. After a minute, he looked up. "Robbie, could I..."
"Sleep with me?" Robbie asked. Chuck nodded. "Sure, pal. Just one thing, though: lose the pajamas. You'll get too warm."
"Ok," Chuck said, starting to shake. He tried unbuttoning his shirt, but with his shivering, he wasn't making any progress.
"Here, let me help," Martin offered, crawling over to the pup. Chuck blushed and looked away as the wolf unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. He added it to the pile of clothes by the sleeping bags and put his paws down the seams into Chuck's pants and underwear.
"Do I have to take off my underwear?" he asked nervously.
"Eh, you can keep them on if you want," Martin said, moving his paws to just grab the pup's pants. "But the pants have to go."
Chuck nodded and moved to allow the wolf to pull his pants off. The other pups took a moment to look at Chuck's Robin Hood underwear, then at his chestfur.
"You like foxies?" Martin asked playfully.
"Umm...well..." Chuck said, blushing.
"Come on, you can tell us," Robbie said. "We won't tell."
"Yeah," Chuck said. "I have a...thing...for male foxes..."
"Well, tonight you get to cuddle with one," Martin said with a grin. "Lucky pup."
Chuck blushed as he lay down next to Robbie in the sleeping bag. He kept his arms close to his side. Martin zipped the sleeping bag shut, and crawled into his own sleeping bag. Robbie put his arms around Chuck.
"You can cuddle if you want," Robbie whispered. "I won't bite."
The border collie nervously wrapped his arms around the fox, and buried his face in the fox's white chestfur just below his chin. "Thanks," he whispered.
Robbie gently kissed Chuck's forehead. "No problem. Goodnight, Chuck." He looked up at Martin. The little wolf looked at them wistfully.
"Lucky," he said again. "Well, goodnight guys."
"Night, Martin," Robbie said.
"Night," Chuck muttered.
The pups settled into their sleeping bags, and were soon fast asleep.