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Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains graphic scenes of ORAL SEX between MALE CUBS. If this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED!!! Now, for those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!

Robbie blinked sleep from his eyes. He yawned, and felt a warm lump of fur next to him. He heard the body breathing gently, and felt the expansion and compression of a chest against his. Robbie moved his paws gently up the fur's back. He giggled lightly in his sleep. As Robbie's eyes cleared, he recognized the sleeping form of Chuck, the border collie.

Robbie moved his wrist, and felt something there. He brought his wrist to his face and realized he had worn his watch to sleep. He took it off and rubbed his wrist. It was a little sore from having the watch on it all night. He blinked again, realizing that it was still dark out, and checked his watch. It read five fifty.

"Why's it so dark?" Robbie mumbled. His ears picked up the gentle patter of rain against the tent. He groaned. Rain. That's just peachy.

Robbie wiggled out of his sleeping bag, being careful not to disturb the sleeping pup. Once free, he crawled over to the entrance, and looked out. Sure enough, a light rain was falling. Robbie stuck his head out, and a large drop of water hit him square on the noggin. He pulled his head back in and shook the water off.

"But mom, I don't need a bath!" a voice whined.

Robbie looked behind him. Martin was struggling against something in his sleep.

"Uh, don't make me do it, I don't need a bath!"

Robbie giggled lightly at his friend's dream. He snuck up close to Martin. "Yes, dear, you need to have a bath," Robbie whispered in his ear.

"No! Can't make me," he muttered in his sleep, and his flailing arm hit Robbie on the nose. The fox yelped.

"Huh? Wazzat?" Martin stammered, awakened by his friend's yelp. "Oh, hi Robbie." Martin felt his head. "Why am I wet?"

"Rain," Robbie said.

"The tent leak or somethin?" Martin asked, staring at the fabric above his head.

"Nah. I just stuck my head out for a sec. It got wet, and I guess I got you wet shaking it off. Sorry," Robbie said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Mmph. Eh, it's ok. Rain's gonna suck, though," Martin observed.

"Well, we can always spend some quality time together in the tent," Robbie said playfully.

Martin giggled. "I've turned you into a pervert, haven't I?"

"Yup," Robbie said, smiling brightly. "But it's ok. At least you're cute, so I can be a perv with a cute little wolfie." Robbie ruffled his friend's headfur.

Martin grabbed Robbie's paw, pulled him down, and kissed him hard on the lips. The two pups shared an intimate kiss. They broke the kiss after a few seconds, and Martin stared into Robbie's eyes. "I'm glad you're my friend, Robbie. I don't know how many other furs would do the things we do, but I bet I'm pretty damn lucky to have a friend like you."

Robbie blushed. "We're both lucky." The two pups kissed lightly. Their kiss didn't last long, as they heard the third pup gently stirring from his own slumber.

Chuck pushed himself up on his elbows, rubbed his eyes, and yawned. He turned to survey the two pups he shared the tent with. His eyes came to a rest on Robbie's sheath. They lingered there for a moment, until the pup realized what he was doing. He shook his head, and looked back, maintaining eye contact. "Um, mornin, guys," he said, blushing slightly.

Robbie and Martin giggled. "Mornin, cutie," Martin said. Chuck's blush deepened.

"I don't mind if you look," Robbie said. "But you better let me see yours if you're gonna stare at mine."

Chuck was taken aback. "I...uh...I didn't mean to stare..."

Robbie moved over to the collie and touched his shoulder. "It's ok. Really." The fox gently reached for Chuck's privates. As his paw made contact, Chuck yelped and turned away.

Robbie sighed. "I'm sorry, Chuck," he said, putting a paw on the pup's shoulder. "I shouldn't have touched you there." The collie pup began sniffling. "Don't cry, Chuck!" Robbie pleaded. "I didn't mean anything."

Chuck turned back to face the fox. "I-I'm not g-gonna cry," he whimpered. "I w-was just s-surprised, th-that's all." A stray tear escaped the pup's eye. He wiped it away. "I stared at yours, so I guess I should show you mine," he said, voice cracking slightly, as he reached his paws into the seams of his Robin Hood underwear, preparing to pull them down. Robbie caught his arm.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Robbie said. "I was just playin with ya, that's all."

Chuck nodded, and Robbie released his arm. "I want to," Chuck said. "I've seen yours, so I might was well show you mine." He pulled his underwear off and put it with his pajamas. He displayed his body to the two pups, blushing slightly.

The pups looked at him for a moment. They could tell that he was uncomfortable, so they didn't look long.

"Ok, you can get dressed now," Robbie said. Chuck nodded, and pulled his underwear back on.

"Hey, wait a sec," Martin said, looking puzzled. He stared at Chuck's underwear. "Those aren't the same ones you put on after you showered yesterday, are they?"

Chuck blushed. "Umm..."

"Oh, yeah, didn't you put on Rocky and Bullwinkle yesterday?" Robbie said, realization dawning. He faced Martin. "Why didn't either of us notice this last night?"

Martin shrugged. "So what's the deal, Chuck?"

"I don't wanna talk about it..." Chuck said, turning away.

Robbie moved in close and put his arm around Chuck's shoulders. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to. But remember, we're you're friends, and we'll be here for you. You can trust us."

Chuck nodded. "Maybe I'll tell you later, but not now. I don't wanna think about it now..."

The pups dressed in silence. Once they had their clothes on, Robbie started digging in his backpack.

"You guys have rain gear?" Robbie asked as he rifled through his stuff.

"Of course," Martin said, digging into his own pack.

"I think so," Chuck said, opening his pack and hesitantly reaching in.

The three pups pulled rainproof ponchos from their bags, threw them over their heads, and made their way out into the rain. The pups' footpaws sloshed in the mud. Robbie and Martin rather enjoyed the feeling of mud between their toes. Chuck looked disgusted.

"I hate mud," Chuck muttered.

The pups took the long way around the campsite to the bathroom so they could avoid Chuck's tent. When they finally arrived, the three pups were relieved. Chuck shook some of the mud off his paws at the door, and went in.

"There's nothing quite like trying to make it to the bathroom in the morning during a rainstorm," Robbie said, relieving himself.

"Yeah, but it makes the release come with that much more relief," Martin said with a giggle. Chuck simply blushed. "What, don't like talking about bathroom habits?" Chuck shook his head.

The pups finished up and washed their paws. As they prepared to leave, a wolf appeared at the door. "Well, well, well," he said sinisterly. "What do we have here?"

Chuck yelped and hid behind Robbie and Martin. The pups moved to keep the collie hidden from the wolf.

"It's the little baby," the wolf said with an evil smile. Chuck whimpered behind Robbie and Martin. "Aw, whatsa matta? Baby gonna cry?" the wolf said mockingly.

"Shut up," the younger pups growled at the wolf, baring their teeth.

"Ooo, I'm so scared," the wolf said, feigning fear. "I have some unfinished business with that little bitch you're hidin," the wolf said, glaring at the two pups.

"What 'business?'" Robbie asked, glaring back.

"That little bitch's ass is mine," the wolf spat. "I'm gettin kicked outta camp because of that little cunt, and I'm not leavin without givin him somethin to really cry about. Now get out of my way," he hissed, drawing closer.

"Go to hell," Martin said defiantly.

"What's this? You standin up for little bitch?" The wolf sniggered. "I'm not amused." He glared at the two pups. "Get out of my way right now, or else."

"Or what?" Robbie said, with as much confidence as he could muster.

The wolf flexed his muscles. "Or else I'll beat you up and fuck you, too. Now move!"

Martin took Robbie's paw and squeezed it. "We're not moving!" he barked.

"Fine. Your funeral," the wolf said, advancing. Martin pulled a switchblade knife from his pocket and waved it threateningly. The wolf paused.

"Stay back!" Martin said. His eyes burned with resolve. The little wolf pup was determined to defend his friends. The wolf paused and stepped back.

"What the hell's your problem?" the wolf said, baffled. He shook his head casually. "Fine. If you want the little cunt, take him. Fuck that sweet ass good."

"Get out!" Martin barked, advancing on the wolf.

"Whatever," the wolf said, and he turned and left.

Martin and Robbie watched the door for a minute to make sure he wasn't coming back.

"Come on, Chuck," Robbie said, reaching his hand behind him, keeping his eyes on the door. "Let's go back to our tent." He felt Chuck's paw close around his. He checked the collie pup over his shoulder. Tears were streaming down his face.

Martin put his knife away and led the way back to their tent in the rain.

The pups left the bathroom and returned to the tent in silence. When they got back, they threw off their ponchos, and Chuck curled up into a ball in the corner and began crying.

Robbie pulled the collie out of his ball, and lay back on his sleeping bag, clutching the crying collie close to him. Chuck cried into the fox's chest. Robbie patted his back, whispering into his ear. "There, there, it's ok, Chuck. He's not gonna hurt you. You're safe." Chuck sniffled, and wiped away his tears.

"Thanks," he whispered. "To both of you. For stickin up for me in there."

"Hey, what're friends for?" Martin said warmly.

"Where'd you get the knife, anyway?" Robbie asked.

"What, this?" Martin asked, pulling out his knife and twirling it between his fingers. "I carry it with me sometimes. Sure came in handy today, didn't it?"

Robbie nodded. "Hey, Chuck?" The pup looked solemnly into the fox's eyes, knowing the question that was coming. "What was all that about?"

Chuck swallowed. "That was my tent mate. And...well...last night, he didn't exactly ask me to do anything...he made me do it..."

"What did he make you do?" Martin asked, concern for his friend etched in his features.

Chuck sniffled. "He made me suck his...his..." Chuck touched his own privates to show the words he couldn't bring himself to say. The pups stared at him, stunned. "That's not all. After I sucked him, he made me take off my clothes...when he saw my underwear, he laughed and went to show them to all his friends...that's when I snuck out..."

Robbie and Martin drew in close and hugged Chuck. He hugged them back.

Chuck looked at the two pups, tears in his eyes. "What do you think he was gonna do?"

Martin inhaled. "I think I know what he was gonna do," he said. "But don't worry about it. He's getting sent home today, so he can't hurt you. Try to forget about it. It'll make things easier. Ok?"

Chuck nodded, and put his head against Robbie's chest. The fox pulled him close, and Chuck sighed contentedly.

Martin giggled. "You two look so cute together," he said. "Lucky collie."

"Don't worry, Martin," Robbie said. "You'll get more time with me." Robbie checked his watch. "Speakin of time, it's almost time for breakfast. We should get goin."

The pups pulled their ponchos back on and made their way to the mess hall through the mud. Chuck followed slightly behind Robbie and Martin.

"Martin, what do you think he was gonna do?" Robbie asked, low enough that Chuck couldn't hear through the rain. Martin whispered the answer into Robbie's ear. He looked at Martin, then at Chuck, and returned his eyes to the path ahead.

When they arrived, they got in line for breakfast.

"How much do you wanna bet that breakfast is the same as yesterday?" Martin asked.

Robbie looked ahead. "Not much."

Martin looked up to the table. "Sweet! Pancakes and waffles!"

The pups happily piled pancakes and waffles onto their plates and, after applying copious amounts of syrup (Robbie's mother always joked that he liked just a little pancake with his syrup), sat down at their usual table.

"So, what do you guys wanna do today?" Robbie asked.

"I don't know," Chuck said with a sigh. "This rain is so depressing."

"Sports are gonna suck with all this mud," Martin said. "I'm all for gettin dirty, but dirty, wet, AND cold is not my thing."

"Same here," Robbie said. "Maybe would could...I don't know...go back to the tent and 'play' some more?"

"Maybe," Martin said. "But where does that leave Chuck?"

"He could join us," Robbie suggested.

Martin buried his face in his paws. "I think I've created a monster."

"Hey, at least I'm a cute monster!" Robbie said with a bright grin.

"Good point," Martin said. He noticed Chuck blushing. "Oh, don't mind us. We're just teasin each other."

The collie nodded, but continued blushing. "What kind of playing did you guys have in mind?" he asked cautiously.

Robbie and Martin exchanged looks.

"We could show you," Martin said.

"And you wouldn't have to join unless you wanted to," Robbie added quickly.

"But it'll be really fun, if you don't mind it," Martin said with a smile.

"Wh-why would I mind it?" Chuck asked nervously.

"You just have to have an open mind," Robbie said reassuringly.

"Maybe," Chuck said hesitantly.

"Attention, please, attention!" The pups turned to face the staff table. Jerry had a microphone in one paw, and was waving with the other. "I have a few announcements concerning today's activities." The hall went quiet. "Due to the rain, the archery and rifle ranges will be closed." Groans and cries of protest arose. "I'm sorry, but this decision was reached by the counselors in charge of each activity. All those who signed up for this morning can go tomorrow, and if the rain lets up, we may open the activities in the afternoon." This announcement settled most of the tension. "Additionally, there will be no swimming in the lake today. Not that you'd want to, since you risk drowning just going outside, but we wanted to make that clear." A few chuckles and laughs rose from the cubs. Another counselor whispered something into Jerry's ear. "The high ropes course will also be closed due to the rain and wind. All other activities will run as usual."

The pups resumed eating, and the noise level soon returned to its usual level.

"I'll be right back, guys," Chuck said as he got up and walked away. Robbie and Martin watched as he walked over to the staff table and began talking to Jerry.

"So, Robbie," Martin said, turning back to his food. "When we get back, what do you have in mind?"

"Oh, we'll just see what happens. Don't wanna spoil the surprise," Robbie said with a sly smile.

Chuck returned a minute later.

"What'd you talk to Jerry about?" Martin asked.

"Just about those wolves," Chuck said, sitting down and picking up his fork.

The pups nodded. They finished their breakfast and made their way back to the tent. The rain fell in sheets, splattering against the ground and muffling the sloshing of the pups' footpaws in the mud.

When they reached the tent, they stuck their paws out to wash off the mud and left their ponchos in the corner. They pulled out their towels to dry their legs and paws. As soon as they were dry, Martin cuddled up to Robbie.

"So, last night," the wolf whispered to Robbie. "You remember what we did."

"Of course," Robbie said. "I'm ready to do you now," the fox said with a grin.

"What're you two gonna do?" Chuck asked.

"Our foxy friend here is gonna paw me off," Martin said casually.

Chuck looked stunned. "You two...you're gonna do..."

"Yeah, we're gonna do it," Robbie said, smiling at the collie. "If you want, we can paw you off later."

Chuck gulped. "I don't know..."

"You can make up your mind later," Martin said. "In the mean time, Robbie and I will give you a little show. Let's go, Robbie!"

The two pups took off their clothes and put them aside. Robbie gently fondled his friend's sheath, just as he had done the previous night. Robbie noticed through the corner or his eye that a bulge was forming in Chuck's pants.

Robbie watched with fascination as his friend's wolfhood emerged from its sheath. When it was fully out, Robbie teased it, gently running his fingers up and down the shaft.

"You're such a tease, Robbie," Martin said, murring lightly. "But damn if that doesn't feel good."

Robbie giggled lightly as he took hold of his friend's pulsing pink flesh. "I learned from the best," he whispered, kissing Martin lightly on the lips.

The fox worked into a rhythm pumping his friend's cock. Martin murred happily. After a short while, he began bucking his hips in time with Robbie's pumping. His breathing sped up as pleasure began flooding his body more steadily, building in intensity.

Martin reached up and put a paw behind Robbie's head. "Kiss me," he whispered. The fox gladly obliged. The two pups kissed intimately as Robbie worked the little wolf to his climax. Robbie broke the kiss as Martin climaxed. The wolf moaned loudly as his seed spurted forth, hitting first near his chin, then working down till the last spurt lingered and covered Robbie's paw.

The fox happily licked his paw and his friend clean. When he finished, he looked over at Chuck. Robbie grinned widely when he saw him. Chuck had taken off his clothes, and was idly pawing, eyes shut tight.

Robbie crawled over to the collie and moved his paw away. Chuck gasped and opened his eyes.

"Robbie, I -"

Robbie kissed Chuck, ending his sentence. As he did, Robbie wrapped his paw around the collie pup's dick. Chuck slowly relaxed into the kiss as the fox kit's paw gently worked up and down his shaft.

"Damn lucky," Martin whispered, watching the two pups.

Robbie broke the kiss and turned his head to face Martin. "I'll get back to you once I'm done with this little cutie, ok?"

"Fine. I'll be a good boy and wait for you to finish," Martin said, lying back to watch.

Robbie returned his focus to the collie. He took Chuck's paw, guided him over to his sleeping bag, and laid him down, rubbing his cock the whole time. Chuck was shivering slightly.

"Nervous?" Robbie asked. Chuck nodded. Robbie began rubbing his headfur, and cuddled close. "Don't be. Just relax. It'll feel really good. I promise."

Robbie moved to kiss Chuck on the cheek. Just as he did, Chuck turned his head to face Robbie, causing Robbie's kiss to fall on the collie's lips. Robbie moved his hand to keep Chuck's head right where it was, and kissed him tenderly. The collie relaxed and returned the kiss.

The two pups separated after a few seconds, and Robbie focused his efforts on Chuck's dick. Chuck murred contentedly, and shut his eyes tight as the fox worked at a steady pace. Robbie slowly picked up the pace, and Chuck responded with louder murrs and moans.

"Robbie, how can you stand it?" Martin asked.

"Stand what?" Robbie replied, not taking his mind off the dog dick in his paw.

"Pawing us off without touching yourself," Martin said. "I don't think I could."

"Self-control?" Robbie giggled.

Martin giggled. "I can't wait till I get you back."

Chuck moaned louder and started bucking his hips. "I don't think it'll be long, now," Robbie said. "Gettin close, Chuck?" he whispered into Chuck's ear.

The pup nodded. "It feels...so good..." he panted. "Robbie, I...I..."

With a loud moan, Chuck reached his peak. His seed squirted out onto his belly in a fashion now familiar to the fox. Chuck came down from his peak, panting. Robbie licked the pup's cum from his paw, and was about to start cleaning it off of Chuck's body when Martin tapped him on the shoulder.

"May I?" he asked.

"Go ahead," Robbie said, moving aside.

The wolf licked Chuck clean. The pup giggled as the wolf's tongue lapped up the cum from his body.

"Not as good as yours," Martin said with a smirk.

Robbie giggled. "Want some of mine, wolfie?"

"Oh, yeah!" Martin said, pouncing on Robbie. "But I'm gettin mine from the source!" With a sly smile, the wolf wrapped his tongue around Robbie's shaft, and it quickly disappeared into his mouth.

"Ooo, Martin," Robbie said, murring as the wolf sucked on his dick. Robbie murred as the wolf's tongue played around the length of fox meat in his mouth. Robbie felt his orgasm approaching fast. Pawing off his two friends had made him yiffier than he'd realized. "Martin..." The fox started humping his friend's mouth. The feeling was overtaking the fox. Just when Robbie was about to reach his peak, Martin pulled his mouth back.

"You're not gonna give already, are you?" Martin asked.

"Keep sucking and I will," Robbie said, panting. "Martin, please..."

Martin rubbed his finger up Robbie's length, teasing him. "I was hoping I could suck you for longer than this, though."

"Just finish and keep going when I'm done, but please finish!" Robbie begged. "And there's always later for a longer time!"

Martin thought about this for a moment, making a great show of it. The fox looked at him pleadingly. "Oh, alright," Martin said.

He lowered his head back to the pulsating length, and took it back in his mouth. Robbie moaned as the wolf gave it a long suck. That was all Robbie needed. He squirted his seed into his friend's mouth. The wolf swallowed his friend's seed happily, smiling up at him. When Robbie's orgasm finished, Martin crawled up and wrapped his arms around the fox. He licked Robbie's nose playfully.

"Didn't take you long, did it?" Martin said playfully. "Was it good?"

"It was incredible," Robbie panted. "I hope it's longer next time."

"I'll make sure of it," Martin said. "Think you might wanna do me later?"

"Sure!" Robbie said, still breathing heavily. "How was it?"

"It's better straight from the source," Martin said with a giggle.

The two pups cuddled close. Robbie looked over at Chuck. He was sleeping soundly. Robbie and Martin relaxed, wrapped in each other's arms. They listened to their own breathing, and the pattering of the rain against the tent. Nothing could ruin the moment.

Well, almost nothing.

"Hey, guys!"

The three pups looked up, startled. Steve, the hyperactive squirrel, and Paul, his hyperactive Chihuahua buddy, had poked their heads into the tent. They were soaking wet and dripping. The three nude pups hastily covered their privates, blushing slightly.

"Steve! What are you doing here?" Martin asked, trying not to sound flustered, and failing dismally.

"We got kicked off of all the sports teams," Steve said.

"Cause they said we were 'too annoying,'" Paul said, sounding annoyed himself.

"So we decided to come here and hang out with you guys!" Steve said brightly. "Heeeeeeeeey...why're you guys -"

Robbie hastily looked at his watch. "Oh, look at that. It's almost time for lunch. Maybe -"

"Lunchtime!" the two hyperactive furs yelled. "Yay, food! Let's go! See you guys there!" And with that, the two boyfurs left.

The three pups breathed sighs of relief.

"Damn, that was close," Martin said.

"Thank goodness they're so easily distracted," Chuck said, breathing hard.

"Nice quick thinking, Robbie," Martin said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"Thanks," Robbie said. "But it is seriously close to lunch time."

"Already?" Martin said, sounding surprised. "Geez, time sure does fly when your yiffin, huh?"

"Certainly does," Robbie said. "Let's get dressed and head down."

The three pups dressed and made their way down to the mess hall. The rain fell hard and fast, mercilessly beating the camp. With the volume of the rain, there was certainly no need to worry about being heard.

As they were walking, Martin spoke up. "So, what are we gonna do about Steve and Paul?"

"Think they'll follow us back to our tent after lunch?" Robbie asked, hoping that the answer would be no.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Martin said with a sigh. "Any bright ideas on how we can get rid of them for the day?"

"They've been kicked off all the sports teams, and this rain is so heavy, I doubt they'll open any of the closed activities," Robbie said sadly. "I can't think of any way to keep them busy...unless we include them."

"I don't know if I like that idea," Martin said skeptically. "We yiff them, and those little blabber mouths will spread it around the entire camp, and I don't wanna find out what the other campers would do if they found out that we're gay and yiffing."

"Well, if you come up with a better plan, I'm all ears," Robbie said.

Martin looked over his shoulder. "Any bright ideas, there, Chuck?"

Chuck shook his head. "Not a clue," he said solemnly.

The pups walked on, deep in thought. They almost walked past the mess hall without noticing. Luckily, Robbie looked up and grabbed the other two pups. They wiped some of the mud from their footpaws, and entered the mess hall.

A line had already formed for food. The pups quickly jumped in, noticing that the noise level seemed incredible considering how less than half the camp had gathered yet. They looked ahead of them in line to see what was for lunch.

"Hey guys check it out they're serving burgers today isn't that sweet we're excited you guys excited?"

Robbie, Martin, and Chuck groaned. Steve and Paul were at the front of the line, chattering up a storm.

"Maybe I shouldn't have gotten those two together," Martin muttered.

"Oh, yeah, guys, we're excited," Robbie said listlessly.

"Cool, huh, burgers are sweet we're really happy!" the two hyperactive cubs said.

The line soon started to move. The pups got their burgers, with cheese and ketchup, of course, and went to their usual table. They had just sat down when Steve and Paul showed up.

"Hi guys we got kicked out of the other table and they told us to come over here can we sit with you?" the two cubs said.

Robbie, Martin, and Chuck groaned.

"If you promise to be quiet for most of lunch, then sure," Martin said, regretting the words before they had even left his mouth.

"Cooleroonies thanks guys!" the cubs said, and sat down.

The pups began eating. As one could imagine, Steve and Paul cleared their plates in record time.

"How do you eat so fast?" Martin asked, amazed.

"We do everything really really fast!" the cubs replied.

"Uh, guys, could you please talk a little quieter?" Robbie asked, wiggling a finger around in his ear to try to get the ringing out. "I don't mind the speed, but the volume is hurting my ears."

"Sorry, Robbie!" the two cubs whispered. "Is this better?"

"Much," Robbie said. "Thanks."

Robbie, Martin, and Chuck ate in silence while Steve and Paul whispered excitedly to each other.

Martin leaned close to Robbie. "I'm not sure which is more annoying, those two yapping at the top of their lungs, or so quiet we can't make out a word their saying."

"Just enjoy the quiet for now," Robbie muttered in response.

When the three pups finished, the other two turned their attention to them.

"So what were you guys doin in your tent earlier?" Steve asked quietly.

"Yeah, why were you guys naked?" Paul asked in a whisper. "Were you guys pawing off together or somethin?"

Robbie and Chuck blushed at the accusation. Martin was unfazed. "What if we were?" he asked. "I'm not sayin we were, I just wanna know what you guys would think if we were."

"Oh, it's cool," Steve said.

"Yeah, we've done it together, too," Paul said with a smile.

"Hey, maybe we could all do it together after lunch!" Steve suggested.

"Well, do you guys do it as energetically as you do everything else, and get tired out afterward?" Martin asked.

"Yes and not really," Paul said.

"Yeah, like last night," Steve said. "We're tent mates now, and last night we spent almost two hours after bedtime was called just pawing each other off."

"It felt really good, but we had to sneak down to the lake to wash the spooge off," Paul said casually.

Martin chuckled mysteriously. "Ever tried swallowing it?"

"You can do that?" the two cubs asked in unison.

"Yeah," Martin said. "I do it all the time. I can even show you something you can do that feels better than just pawing off."

"Really? Cool!" the two cubs said.

"However," Martin said, holding up a finger, "you guys have to make a promise."

"Ok!" they said.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone what we do," Martin said imperiously. "That, and be quiet for the rest of lunch."

"Deal!" the two pups said, holding out their paws to shake on the deal. Martin shook their paws, and the two drew their fingers across their lips, indicating the movement of a zipper.

"Wow," Robbie said. "I'm impressed, Martin."

"This is gonna be a good day," Martin said, giggling. "I got them to be quiet, AND found us some new buddies to play with!"

The pups finished their lunch in silence. It was obvious that the silence was torture on the hyperactive cubs.

"Hey, I have an idea," Chuck said. "Why don't I take care of the plates, and you guys can head back to the tent now?"

"Sounds ok to me," Martin said. "You don't mind?"

"Of course not," Chuck said.

"Alrighty, then, let's go!" Martin said.

The wolf darted out the door, the two hyperactive cubs in close pursuit. Robbie glanced at Chuck. Chuck seemed relieved that they were gone.

"Anything the matter, Chuck?" Robbie asked.

"No, no, everything's fine!" Chuck said quickly. Robbie stared at him skeptically. "Fine," Chuck said with a sigh. "It's not alright. I'm just...not comfortable yet with...what you've been doing..."

Robbie nodded. "That's ok. If you wanna do somethin later when Steve and Paul are gone, we can, and if you don't wanna, that's fine, too. Whatever you want. Kay, bud?"

Chuck nodded. "Thanks."

Robbie smiled at the collie, then ran off to join Martin, Steve, and Paul. When he entered the tent, the others were already there, dry and naked.

"There you are!" Martin said. "We were waitin for ya so we could start."

Robbie giggled nervously. "Oh, you guys didn't have to wait for me!"

"Yeah, but we did," Martin said. "So let's get started!"

"Oh boy!" the hyperactive cubs said. "What first?"

"Hmm," Martin said, thinking. "Steve, lie down on your back."

"Ok!" the squirrel said, lying back and spreading his legs, displaying his body to the wolf. Martin got on his paws and knees and licked the squirrel's sheath. Steve giggled.

"That tickles!" he said, giggling. Martin just smiled at him as the tip of his dick poked out from his sheath. He kept licking until it was fully out. When Steve was fully hard, Martin started licking the shaft. Steve's giggles quickly became moans. "That feels really good...almost better than pawing ooooff." As he finished his sentence, Martin closed his mouth around the squirrel's dick and gave it a suck.

"Whoa, he's sucking on your dick!" Paul said. "How does it feel?"

"Really good," Steve moaned as the wolf sucked. "Come here, and I'll suck you."

The Chihuahua willingly obliged. He positioned himself over the squirrel, offering his erection to his mouth. Steve took it in, and sucked it with his usual energy and zeal.

Meanwhile, Robbie crawled over to Martin and snuck his head under the wolf's belly. He moved his head under Martin's crotch, and took the wolf's cock into his mouth. He started sucking on Martin while pawing his own erection.

Paul noticed Robbie sucking on Martin and pawing himself. He pulled his dick from Steve's mouth. "Just changing positions," he said in response to the puzzled look Steve gave. Paul lay down on Steve's chest and offered his dick back to the squirrel. He took it back in and started sucking. Paul reached over to the fox, moved his paw from his dick, and started sucking on Robbie's throbbing foxhood.

Martin glanced over at the Chihuahua. He muttered something, but his words were muffled by the squirrel dick in his mouth.

The boyfurs moaned and murred as they sucked each other's dicks. Steve and Paul were especially energetic, as they were with everything else they did, and the boys' orgasms were approaching fast.

Paul reached his peak first, squirting his seed into the eager squirrel's mouth. Steve went shortly after, moaning around the dog dick as the wolf eagerly lapped up all he had to offer. Robbie and Martin followed, both cumming at the same time. The fox and Chihuahua sucked and slurped up all of the seed offered by their partners. When they had all finished, Robbie and Martin pulled away and cuddled close, and Paul and Steve sat up, giggling madly.

"That was really fun let's do some more!" the two hyperactive cubs said.

"Oh, not now," Martin said, panting.

"Yeah, we need time to rest," Robbie said, also panting.

"Why don't you two suck each other, see how many times you can cum in each others' mouth before dinner?" Martin suggested with a giggle and a pant.

"Ok that sounds like fun!" the two cubs said.

Much to the surprise of Robbie and Martin, Steve and Paul immediately tackled each other and began sucking each other's dicks.

"I was joking," Martin said, more to Robbie than the two cubs.

"I think they're really gonna do it," Robbie said, staring in relative awe at the two cubs.

Martin cuddled close to Robbie. "Maybe we can try that," Martin suggested, licking the fox's nose.

"Maybe later," Robbie said. "But right now, let's just cuddle."

"Ok," Martin said, sighing contentedly. "No complaints."

It was oddly soothing there in the tent, the little fox and wolf cuddling close, lulled by the constant patter of rain against the tent and the moaning and sucking noises of the two cubs, with periodic moans of orgasmic bliss. The pups had no idea how the two hyperactive pups there could keep going, but lying there in each other's arms, they didn't really care. All that mattered was that they were together.

Robbie and Martin drifted on that threshold between sleep and consciousness for a long while. Eventually, Robbie looked at his watch.

"Damn, it's almost dinner time!" Robbie said in surprise.

"Already?" Martin said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Dinner time!" the two cubs said, licking cum from their mouths.

"So how many times did you guys cum in each other's mouths?" Martin asked as the two cubs dressed at light speed.

"Seven!" the cubs said.

"Damn...how do you guys still have energy?"

"We're kinda tired, but food always gets us excited ok we're gonna go now see you guys at dinner!" The two cubs shot out the tent with their usual zeal. Robbie and Martin stared after them for a moment, then slowly dressed themselves.

Once they were dressed, the pups headed for the mess hall. The rain continued to beat heavily against the earth. The wind was very light, but with the already cool air and the rain, it seemed frigid. The pups walked as close together as they could for warmth.

"Robbie?" Martin whispered.

"Yeah, Martin?" Robbie whispered back.

"Somethin I've been thinkin about. Last night, I said I loved you, and you said you love me. I really meant that. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I just wanna know...if you really feel the same way about me...or you were just sayin that cause I had just sucked you off..."

The fox stopped and stared at his friend. The two pups looked into each other's eyes. Robbie pulled Martin close, and kissed him passionately on the lips. As he broke the kiss, he leaned to Martin's ear. "I really meant it," he whispered. "I really do love you, Martin."

The wolf hugged his friend, a tear escaping his eye. He looked straight into Robbie's eyes and smiled. "Well, come on, love. Let's get dinner."

"Race ya!" the fox said, sprinting forward.

"That head start won't help you!" Martin said, bounding after the fox.

The pups ran through the mud, sending it flying every which way. Luckily, there weren't any other furs along the way, so they didn't spray anyone with mud. The pups were neck in neck on the final stretch, and tied at the finish.

"I almost beat ya!" Martin said as he entered the mess hall.

"You mean you almost got beat!" Robbie said in response, punching his friend on the shoulder.

"Eh, if that makes you happy, we'll call it that," Martin said with a smile. "Wonder what's for dinner?"

The pups jumped into the back of the line, and craned their necks to get a peak at the evening meal.

The pup in front of Robbie and Martin turned around. "Oh, hi guys," he said. The pups looked at him, and realized that it was Chuck.

"Hey, Chuck," Robbie said.

"How was arts and crafts?" Martin asked.

"It was ok," Chuck said. "I tried doing some drawing today. I didn't do too badly. At least that's what the counselor said."

"Cool," Robbie said with a grin. "Any idea what's for dinner?"

"Not a clue," he said. "How was your...'play time?'"

"Fun," Martin said. "Robbie and I did more cuddling than playing, but Steve and Paul...damn, those two have energy to spare. I swear, if I had a fraction of their energy, I could rule the world!"

The three pups giggled. They moved down with the line, joking about their days as they approached. When they got close, they saw the dinner being served.

"Ooo, pizza," Martin said, drooling.

"Yum!" Robbie said. "What kinds they got?"

"Looks like pepperoni, cheese, and veggie," Martin said. "Sweet."

The pups got their pizza, and retreated to their usual table in the corner. It was empty. The pups sat down and began eating. Martin scanned the room.

"Hey, Robbie, you see Steve and Paul anywhere?"

Robbie put down his food and looked around. "Now that you mention it, I don't see them anywhere. Where do you think they are?"

"Maybe they went back to their tent for more 'play time,'" Martin suggested.

Chuck shuddered. "Do you have to talk about that while I'm eating?" he asked.

"Yes we do," Martin said. "Maybe you could join us for more play time after dinner."

"I think I'll pass," Chuck said. "And for that matter, I think I'll sleep alone tonight, if you guys don't mind."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Robbie said. "I certainly wouldn't mind sleeping with Martin tonight. Not that you weren't a nice sleeping buddy, mind you, but Martin and I have...history together...and a special relationship." Robbie smiled at the wolf.

Without thinking, Martin reached over and kissed Robbie on the cheek.

Chuck looked shocked. "Should you really be doing that in the mess hall?" he whispered frantically.

"Oops," Martin said, blushing. "Forgot. No one noticed, did they?"

Robbie looked around. "Doesn't look like it. Every one's too busy eating to notice."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

The pups returned to eating. They finished their food in silence.

Robbie groaned. "Oh, boy," he said.

"What is it?" Martin asked.

"Bathroom," Robbie said.

Martin blushed. "Oh, yeah, now that you mention it, I really have to go!"

"We should put our plates back first," Robbie said.

"I'll get them," Chuck said. "Don't sweat it. You guys go ahead."

"Thanks, Chuck!" the two pups said, and they raced out of the mess hall. They reached the bathroom in record time and relieved themselves.

"I've said it once, and I'll say it again," Martin said. "Ain't nothin quite like the feeling of relief when you empty a full bladder."

"What about gettin sucked off?" Robbie teased as he washed his paws.

"Close, but not quite there," Martin said. "No fault of yours, of course. You were incredible."

Robbie giggled. "Thanks. We should really do it again sometime. Sometime when we're alone, of course."

"Definitely," Martin said. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Sure," Robbie said. "And maybe when we get home, we can do it."

"My house prolly isn't a good idea," Martin said. "My parents would kill us if they caught us. Any idea how your parents would react?"

Robbie thought about it. "I don't have a clue," he said after a minute. "Well, let's head back to the tent."

The two pups made their way back to their tent in the pouring rain. When they got there, Chuck was there, dress in his pajamas, with his sleeping bag rolled up in the corner.

"Hey, guys," Chuck said. "I woulda put my sleeping bag out, but I wanted to wait for you guys, see where you wanna put me."

Martin rolled up his sleeping bag. "You can put yours where mine is," he said. "I'm not gonna be using it."

"Ok," Chuck said.

"Chuck?" Robbie said.

"Yeah, Robbie?"

"You don't mind sharing a tent with us, do you?"

"Mind? Why would I mind?" he said, trying hard to sound casual, and failing dismally.

"Because Martin and I are gay, in love, and yiff each other," Robbie said, embarrassed that he was admitting it.

Martin wrapped his arms around the fox kit from behind. "Aww, I love you, too, sweetie!"

Chuck sighed. "It doesn't bother me," he said. "Just as long as you guys don't yiff me, you can do whatever you want."

Robbie blushed. "So I guess you didn't like it when I pawed you off?"

Chuck shook his head. "It felt good, but it was too weird, having another guy do it, I mean...cause, well...I'm not..."

Robbie nodded. "I understand. Can we still be friends?"

Chuck thought about it. "Sure. Just as long as you never touch me between my legs ever again."

"Ok," Robbie said.

"Well, since there's nothing else to do, I'm going to bed. Good night, guys," Chuck said as he curled up in his sleeping bag.

Robbie and Martin took off their clothes and cuddled on top of Robbie's sleeping bag. They stayed like that until the gentle breathing indicated that Chuck had fallen asleep.

"So, Robbie," Martin whispered. "Wanna suck each other off?"

"Not tonight," Robbie said. "I'd prefer to wait till we're alone, so we don't have to worry about bein quiet, cause I don't wanna risk wakin Chuck up."

"Alright, sweetie," Martin said, kissing the fox kit on the lips. "I'm gonna hold you to that."

"It's a deal," Robbie said.

The two pups got into Robbie's sleeping bag and cuddled up close.

"Goodnight, Robbie," Martin said.

"Night, Martin," Robbie said.

"I love you," Martin whispered.

"I love you, too," Robbie said, kissing the wolf lightly.

The two pups cuddled, and were soon sleeping soundly like the little border collie.