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OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: The following story contains graphic scenes of an EXPLICIT SEXUAL NATURE between TWO MALE CUBS. OMG GAY SHIT. If this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you admit that you are a dirty pervert and you like reading about cubs doing kissing and other gay things, you know how to read, you know how to tag block content you don't like, and that I WARNED YOU ABOUT THIS BEFORE YOU STARTED READING SO STOP YOUR BITCHING. For everyone who I haven't scared off... enjoy!

Soft light washed over the tent, stirring the campers from their slumber. In one tent, two boys lay together in nothing but their fur. One fur fought against the advancing morning. The dreaded day had come.

Robbie kept his eyes shut against the sunlight invading the tent. Today was supposed to be the big camp hike, and he was absolutely NOT looking forward to it.

The warm lump in his sleeping bag had other plans. Martin nuzzled his neck. The wolf's hips bucked against his backside. Being spooned by the wolf was nice for going to sleep, but it felt a little awkward when he'd start rubbing his morning wood against the fox.

A paw that wasn't his own wrapped around his dick. Okay, so maybe Martin wasn't the only one with a stiffy.

"Ngh... not right now, Martin," Robbie muttered.

The wolf boy gave him a few tentative strokes. "C'mon, Robs. Please?"

The fox growled and shook his head. "I'm not in the mood, Martin."

Martin sighed and released the fox's penis. "Oh, fiiiiine. Maybe later, then?"

"M'bbe," Robbie replied.

Cooler air licked at the fox as the sleeping bag was opened. The warm lump behind him rolled away.

"So how'd you sleep?" Martin asked.

Robbie shrugged and rolled onto his back. "Eh, alright." He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Dunno," Martin said. "Prolly around six or something." The wolf stood up and stretched, then thrust his hips at Robbie. "See anything you like, Robs?"

The fox sighed and rolled onto his side, turning his back to the wolf. "Not now, Mart. Jeez, can't a guy at least wake up first?"

Martin giggled. "Sorry, bud. It's just... I dunno, it feels nice being able to be myself around you, ya know?" He was quiet for a moment, the only sounds the rustling of his clothes and the delicate chirps of crickets. "Umm... it's not awkward, is it?"

As if he even knew what that word meant. Martin was the king of making things awkward. Robbie pushed himself onto his paws and knees and grabbed his underwear. "I guess not," he said as he pulled his tighty whities on. "It's just --"

He was cut off as Martin threw his arms around his neck. The wolf buried his face against Robbie's neck, then quickly pulled away. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Martin muttered.

The fox raised an eyebrow. He'd never known his friend to act like this. "Eh, don't sweat it," Robbie said. "It's just... different, is all. I guess I never really thought of myself as liking boys, ya know?"

Martin scoffed. "That makes two of us, Robs." He turned his back to the fox and pulled his boxers and shorts on in one go. "It's okay if you don't wanna do things with me. I don't wanna ruin our friendship just 'cause I wanna play with your dick."

Forward. That was more like the Martin that Robbie knew. He reached a paw over and touched his friend's shoulder. "That's the thing... I... kinda do wanna do things with you, Martin. Just... not now, okay?"

The wolf brought a paw to Robbie's, holding it against him. "You mean that?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Robbie replied.

"How about when you said I looked cool in those sunglasses?" Martin shot.

An image like a photograph flashed before Robbie's eyes, of Martin wearing mouse ear sunglasses. "Hey, I thought they were cool!" the fox protested.

"Too bad no one else at school thought so!" Martin said. He nuzzled Robbie's paw. "Maybe tonight?"

The fox's stomach did a somersault. "S-sure," Robbie replied.

Without another word, the boys dressed. Robbie's mind was occupied the whole time with the horrifying thought of that hike.

Once they were dressed, Martin started talking to the fox again. His brain refused to let the words in, though. He felt in a fog as they walked to the bathroom. Martin chatted the whole time, and Robbie gave automatic responses. All the while that sense of impending doom grew.

It wasn't until they were in the mess hall grabbing breakfast that the spell finally broke.

"Dude, are you alright? You've hardly said two words to me since we left the tent!"

"Wha? Oh, uh, sorry," Robbie said. "I guess my mind's just elsewhere this morning."

"You're not really that scared of a hike, are you?" Martin asked.

"I'm not SCARED," Robbie said. "I just really, really, really, REALLY don't wanna do it."

The wolf looked unconvinced. "Well, come back from Jupiter, 'cause the hike's gonna start soon." He glanced at his watch, then raised his arms in a stretch. "It's gonna be so cool to be out in the woods."

Yeah, cool. That was one way to describe it, though certainly not the words the fox would have chosen.

"Morning, guys."

Robbie perked his ears. It took his brain a moment to draw back the raccoon's name as he sat down next to the fox. Thankfully, Martin was quicker on the uptake.

"Mornin', Larry!" the wolf said. "You look tired this morning."

The raccoon groaned and rubbed one eye with a fist. "Didn't sleep well last night. Stupid sleeping bag. I can't wait to be home in my own bed."

"Agreed," Robbie said.

"Weaklings," Martin said. He grinned and stuck his tongue out at the other boys. "Sleeping outside is great!"

Robbie and Larry exchanged glances. The fox knew that he and the raccoon were on the same page.

"What? Gods, you guys are lame," Martin said. "So, Larry..."

With another boy to absorb Martin's attention, Robbie was freed to ruminate on the upcoming hike. He was still filled with existential terror at the very thought. A five mile hike? Robbie was fairly certain that he hadn't walked five miles in his entire eleven years on earth! How the heck was he going to survive this? Maybe if he just pretended to get sick...

A counselor's voice cut over the dull roar of the cubs in the mess hall.

"Alright, boys, time to get ready for the big hike! Gather around outside, everyone! You don't want to get left behind!"

Martin let out a whoop and leapt up. He was out the door in a flash. Robbie sighed and rose from his own seat. Getting left behind was exactly what he wanted right now, but he knew that it just wouldn't work out that way for him.

The boys gathered around outside the mess hall. A few tables had been lined with brown bagged lunches.

One of the counselors, a large doberman, separated from the group and leapt up on an overturned box in front of the tables. "Alright, boys, listen up!"

It took a few moments for the boys to settle down. Once they were quiet, the counselor continued.

"Our hike will begin shortly. We'll be having lunch at a picnic area along the trail. We'll be going about six miles in total." A mixture of groans and whoops rose from the boys. "Now, now, it won't be that bad!"

The counselor continued, but not a single word sank in. This was it. The day of reckoning. Robbie stared forward, barely registering the back and forth between the group of cubs and the counselor. He was only broken from his trance when they boys surged forward toward the tables with bagged lunches.

"Ready to go?"

Martin's paw came down on Robbie's shoulder. The fox nearly leapt out of his skin.

"Jeez, Mart, don't scare me like that," Robbie said. "Where'd you come from, anyway? I thought you'd already be on the trail."

"What, and leave you behind? Dude, I told you I'd stick with you on the hike, and that's what I'm gonna do," Martin said.

Robbie sighed and shook his head. "No, Mart. Go pair up with someone more your speed. I'll just slow you down."

The wolf crossed his arms. "So who'll you buddy up with then?"

Damn. He had a point. The fox looked around. Most of the other boys seemed to have already paired up. Most, but not all. "Hey, Chuck!" Robbie called.

The border collie jumped when he heard his name.

Robbie ran over to the small pup. "Do you need a hiking buddy?" Robbie asked.

Chuck's tail tucked in between his legs. He whimpered and stared down at his footpaws, tugging gently on the bottom of his shirt. "I-I guess."

The fox turned to the wolf. "See? Problem solved."

"For you, maybe," Martin said. "But I still ne--"

"Hey, Marty!"

The wolf squealed as an older boy clapped his paws down on his shoulders.

The gazelle grinned at the wolf. "Been looking for you everywhere! You wanna be hiking buddies?"

Martin turned to face the gazelle. "Sure! Oh, before we go, c'mere a sec." He grabbed the gazelle's paw and dragged him over toward Robbie and Chuck. "Robs, this is Carter. He's pretty rad."

"Hey, man," Carter said. He offered a paw to the fox. "Marty told me a little about you."

Robbie shook the gazelle's paw. "Do I wanna know what he said?" the fox asked.

"Just that you're like his best friend ever," Carter said. He laughed and pat Martin on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna steal him from you. Well, not forever. Just today. Have fun on the hike!"

With that, the gazelle was off. Martin giggled and ran off after him.

Robbie sighed and turned his attention back to Chuck. The pup had retreated a few feet away. "Well, c'mon, Chuck. Let's go grab food and water or whatever."

The two pups walked in silence over to the tables. Most of the lunches had already been claimed. They each grabbed one of the remaining ones and bottles of water, then set off down the trail.

"So, Chuck," Robbie said. "How've you been liking camp so far?"

The border collie shrugged. "I dunno... th-there's lotsa other cubs here," he whispered.

"Yeah," Robbie said. He sighed and shook his head. "I feel totally out of place here. So many of the other cubs are athletic and stuff, and I'm just... not."

"At least you have a friend," Chuck muttered.

Those words stabbed Robbie like a cold knife in the heart. Was that just the border collie's shyness talking, or was he saying that Robbie wasn't a friend? He couldn't just let that stand.

"Oh, come on, you've got me," Robbie offered.

The pup froze. "R-really?" Chuck said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, yeah," Robbie said. He sighed as he looked down the hiking trail. Most of the campers were already off and out of sight. "We can be lonely together."

An adult's voice cut through the air. "Get a move on, boys! Time's a wastin'!"

Robbie shook his head, and made for the trail. He paused and looked over his shoulder. "Come on, Chuck."

The border collie hesitated a moment before he started following the fox.

Birdsong greeted the boys as they set off down the hiking trail. Whoops and hollers from the boys further along mixed with the chorus of nature.

He tried in vain to get a conversation going with the border collie. The boy was a tough nut to crack. Video games? Didn't play them. School? Home schooled and not particularly interested. Book? Chuck didn't really read. Well, at least he wasn't alone.

The fox lost himself in his thoughts again, so much that he neglected to watch the trail. At least until he suddenly lost his footing.

Robbie cried out as his footpaw went into a dip in the path he hadn't seen. Pain shot up his leg from his ankle as he crashed to the ground.

Chuck was at his side immediately. "A-are you okay?" the border collie whispered.

The fox cringed. He tried to get up, but his left footpaw wouldn't hold his weight. He groaned and sprawled out on the ground.

Crunches of dirt heralded the arrival of another fur. Robbie looked up to see Jerry appear before him.

"You alright there, cub?" Jerry said. "That looked like quite the spill."

Robbie whimpered a little, looking down at his footpaw. "My ankle hurts," he whined.

The squirrel nodded. "Hopefully it's just a sprain," he said. He offered a paw to the fox. "Here, let's get you up."

The fox took the squirrel's paw, and cringed as the adult pulled him back to his footpaws.

"Can you put any weight on it?" Jerry asked.

Tentatively, Robbie tried. He inhaled sharply as his ankle throbbed, sending another bolt of pain up his leg.

A few other boys coming up the rear caught up, accompanied by another counselor. The adults exchanged a few words, but Robbie wasn't really listening. All he could focus on was the pain in his leg. He leaned against a tree to keep the weight off his injured ankle.

"Alright, kiddo," Jerry said. "I don't think you're finishing the rest of the hike on that leg. C'mon, we'll get you back down to the nurse."

As the squirrel snaked an arm under his, Robbie couldn't help but to feel a sick sense of relief. He hadn't wanted to go on this hike, sure, but this wasn't exactly how he'd wanted to get out of it. Not much he could do about it now, though. He leaned on the adult and began hobbling back down the trail, the squirrel supporting his weight.

"S-sorry," Chuck muttered.

Robbie looked around at the border collie. "For what?" he asked.

"I-if I'd jus' been talkin' to you, m-maybe you w-wouldn't have tripped," the pup muttered.

"Now, now, don't talk like that," Jerry said. "It's not your fault, pup. Accidents happen."

Robbie could only nod. It was taking a lot of energy just to stay on his feet and blot out the pain.

"So how've you boys been enjoying camp so far?" Jerry asked. "I mean, besides the whole injury thing."

A few moments of silence greeted his question.

"I'll give you a pass for now because you're hurt," Jerry said to Robbie. "But what about you? You're... sorry, I'm awful at names."

"He's Chuck," Robbie offered.

"Right, Chuck. How are you liking camp?" Jerry asked again.

The pup hesitated before he replied. "I-it's... I dunno... it's kinda weird... and scary... there's so many other boys..."

Jerry chuckled. "First time at camp?"

The pup nodded.

"I went for several years when I was a pup, m'self," Jerry said. "Never really cared for it, personally. So much happy-go-lucky bullsh-- well, you know."

Robbie chuckled. "You almost said a bad word."

"Luckily, almost doesn't count except in horseshoes and hand grenades," Jerry said. "And nukes."

The fox snorted. "I guess."

"Got you laughing," the squirrel said. "I know you probably don't want to think about this, but do you boys like school?"

"It's okay," Robbie said. "Would be better without some of my classmates slowing us down, though."

Jerry laughed. "I hear you there. Got any favorite subjects?"

"English is pretty fun," Robbie said. "I like reading stories and writing poetry and stuff, and my dad's an editor for a publisher, so my sister and I get to read some of the manuscripts he's sent before they get printed."

"Wow! That must be pretty cool," Jerry said.

"Uh huh!" Robbie said. "He's gotten us signed copies from three different authors so far."

The conversation was actually kinda nice. Maybe it was the simple passage of time, or maybe it was the talking, but the pain seemed to be lessening in Robbie's footpaw, at least as long as he didn't put any weight on it.

A wave of relief washed over Robbie as the camp came back into view. Thankfully they hadn't gotten too far before he'd injured himself. He set his sights on the medical cabin and picked up his pace, at least until his eager limping sent a fresh jolt of pain down his leg.

"Careful there, buddy," Jerry said. "You're already hurt. Don't make it any worse!"

"Sorry," Robbie muttered. He leaned a little more heavily on the squirrel as they covered the last few yards to the medical cabin.

Jerry pulled the door open and helped the fox through the passageway. Robbie spied a chair by the door and sat right down in it as the nurse emerged from the back room.

"Goodness me, an injury already?" she tutted.

"He loved hiking so much he decided to sprain his ankle," Jerry said. "At least we hope it's just a sprain."

"Well, those are easy enough," the nurse said. "Can you come into the exam room?"

Robbie groaned. "I guess," he said. He gripped the arms of the chair and eased himself up. Once he was up, Jerry grabbed hold of his upper arm until he could get it around him.

"Are you hurt, too?" the nurse asked.

Robbie turned to look at Chuck. The pup had frozen solid, his tail tucked between his legs as he looked up at the nurse.

"He's fine," Jerry said after a moment. "He just wanted to make sure his friend here was alright."

The nurse nodded. "How sweet of you," she said. She smiled kindly at the pup, then turned her attention back to the fox. "Right this way. We'll get you up on the table so I can have a good look at that ankle."

************

Thankfully, it was just a sprain. It did mean, however, that Robbie was down for the count that day. He passed the afternoon with Chuck and Jerry, chatting and doing arts and crafts between icing his ankle. It was feeling much better as the first campers started streaming back from the hike. The squirrel excused himself once the boys started returning to help 'rally the troops,' in his words, leaving Robbie with just the border collie.

"Robs, is that you?"

Robbie had just finished his second dream catcher when that familiar voice pierced his consciousness.

He turned and waved to the wolf. "Nope, I'm Robbie's identical twin, Roberto. Cómo estás?"

Martin ran up to the table at the arts and crafts tent and clapped a paw on Robbie's shoulder. "No way you finished the hike already. What're you doin' back here?"

"Sprained my ankle on the trail," Robbie replied.

The wolf cringed. "Ouch! Dude, that suuuuucks!" Martin said.

Robbie shrugged. "It's still kinda sore, but it's gettin' better. The nurse gave me some ibuprofen and I've kept it elevated here," he said. He brought his leg around and laid it on the bench next to him.

"Well, at least you had Chuck to keep you company," Martin said. He glanced down at the fox's leg. "That doesn't look too bad. One time when I sprained mine my ankle swelled up to twice it's size. That hurt like heck!" He took a seat next to Robbie. "So how're you doin', Chuck? Weren't too bored staying back here with Robs?"

The pup on the other side of the table squeaked. Clearly he hadn't expected to be addressed. "N-nah... i-it was fine," he muttered.

Martin slipped off the bench and walked around to the other side of the table. "Just fine? You guys do anything fun?" He clapped his paws down on Chuck's shoulders as he got behind the border collie.

Oh boy. Robbie gritted his teeth as he watched the the pup shiver in Martin's shadow.

"I-I g-g-guess?" Chuck muttered.

"What were ya doin'?" Martin asked. "Looks like you got some craft stuff spread out in front of you. Make anything cool?"

Chuck's shivers got more pronounced. The boy's eyes locked on the table in front of him.

That did it. "Martin, lay off him, okay?" Robbie said.

"Come on, here's here at camp to have fun and make new friends!" Martin protested. "He's never gonna do that if he doesn't at least talk to some other furs."

"He met us," Robbie shot back.

The wolf giggled. "True. And I'm awesome enough to count for three furs!"

The fox rolled his eyes. "If you say so," Robbie said.

"Hey, Marty! We're getting a soccer game together before dinner! Want in?"

Martin's ears perked when he heard the gazelle's voice. "You know it!" he called. He released Chuck's shoulders and waved to the other boy, then turned his attention back to the others at the table. "I'll see you in the mess hall at dinner, alright?"

Robbie nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Go do your camp things," he said.

"Awesome! Later, bud!" Martin said. With that, the wolf ran off toward the soccer field.

The fox watched his friend trot off, then sighed. He turned his attention back to Chuck. "I hope I didn't ruin your day," he muttered.

Silence fell between the two. It didn't last long, though.

"Hey, Robbie, Chuck!"

A wave of relief washed over the fox when he heard the raccoon's voice. He raised a paw in greeting as Larry trotted over.

"Yo," Robbie said as he approached.

"What're you doing back so early?" the raccoon asked.

"Sprained ankle," Robbie replied. He wondered how many more times he'd have to explain it.

"Ouch! Sorry to hear that." The raccoon sat down next to the fox. "Guess you were his hiking buddy?"

Chuck nodded, but didn't say a word.

"I ended up with Steve," Larry said. "Totally wish I'd paired up with someone else. Gods, he's so hyper! He literally ran circles around me half the time." He giggled and shook his head. "Hope you guys weren't too bored back here alone."

"Of course not," Robbie said. "I had Chuck with me." He smiled at the border collie, his grin only widening at the pup's shocked look.

"Yeah, it's not so bad when you've got a friend," Larry said. He sat down next to Robbie. "I'm beat."

Thank goodness for that sprained ankle!

"Guys, guys, hey guys!"

Like a shot from a gun, Steve appeared. The squirrel ran three laps around the table before finally coming to a stop next to Chuck.

Larry groaned and caught Robbie's eyes, then nodded toward the squirrel. "See what I mean?"

"Whatcha guys doin' back here?" Steve asked. "Did you already finish? Gosh, you musta been fast, or like started way ahead of us or something. I didn't see you at all! But it was super fun, right? I liked it! I tried to climb some trees but the counselors said I couldn't climb the trees but they're sooooooo fun trees are the best!"

Geeze, that squirrel could talk. Robbie grabbed onto the side of his head and rested his elbows on the table. "Hey, Steve, why don't you see if you can go climb a tree now? Isn't there an area set up for just that here at camp?"

Steve inhaled sharply. "Ohmygosh you're right that's a great idea thanks Robbie byyyyyye!"

As quickly as the squirrel had appeared, he departed, a red streak zipping across camp.

"Thanks," Larry said. He let out a little sigh and rested his head on the table. "He's a nice cub, but ugh. Just ugh." He tapped his head against the table with each 'ugh.'

Robbie patted the raccoon's shoulder. "Yeah, that squirrel seems like a handful."

Larry sighed again, then sat up and smiled at the other boys. "Oh well. It's just a couple more days. You wanna do something before dinner?"

The fox glanced across the table at Chuck, then turned his attention back to Larry. "I think we'd like that, yeah."

************

The remainder of the afternoon and evening passed in a blur. A few other boys joined in for arts and crafts, and Robbie had a quiet dinner with Larry and Chuck. Martin was nowhere to be found. It was a relief to finally get back to his tent.

Robbie flopped face down on his sleeping bag. He missed his bed back home, but at least he had some peace here. There were still two more days of camp left, but at least the worst of the experience was over.

A rustling of fabric foretold the arrival of another fur. Robbie didn't look up. He was too exhausted to move.

A paw touched his shoulder. Warmth indicated a fur lying down to his right.

"Robs? You okay, bud?"

He heard the wolf's voice, but couldn't bring his body to respond. So much had happened. Interacting with so many other cubs was utterly overwhelming. He was less and less certain that he'd be able to survive to the end of camp.

"Robbie, dude, say something."

The wolf shook him. Robbie groaned and rolled onto his side, turning his back to the wolf.

"Talk to me, Robs," Martin whispered.

He wanted to. Oh goodness, did he want to. But how could he? The wolf wouldn't understand. He made friends so easily. This was his element.

But Robbie? He was so far out of his comfort zone he was on a different planet, an alien world completely unlike any he had known. This place was crazy. Why had he let his parents talk him into coming? It was the biggest mistake of his life.

And the worst part is that he couldn't even talk to anyone about it! Martin just wouldn't understand.

A weight clambered over him. Robbie opened his eyes to find himself face to face with Martin.

"Robs, you're scaring me," Martin whispered. "Say something. Anything."

The fox blinked. It was a queer sight, seeing the wolf looking scared. He was always the confident one. Was he ruining camp for his friend now, too?

He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. "I shouldn't have come," Robbie whispered.

"What?! Why?" Martin sounded incredulous. "I mean, yeah, camp's real physical. I get that. But it's fun! Don't you like meeting new cubs? Getting to play out in the woods? Anything?"

Robbie rolled around, putting his back to the wolf again. "No," he whispered. "I'm not good at making friends. I'm not good at hiking, or sports, or anything, and all I'm doing is dragging you down..."

"Don't say that," Martin said. He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around the fox. "I'm having a great time, and I want you to have a good time, too." He was silent for a moment. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

That gave the fox pause. His instinct was to say no. But was that true? He certainly couldn't think of anything the wolf could do.

"Come on, Robs," Martin whispered.

The fox sighed and rolled onto his stomach. Martin followed him, snuggling in close.

A lump grew in the fox's chest. It felt like his heart was a stone. He squeezed his eyes shut and curled his paws into fists.

Warm breaths washed across his cheek. He could sense the wolf's muzzle so close to his. The other boy's lips connected with his cheek. Blood rushed to Robbie's face, as well as... somewhere else.

Before he had registered what he was doing, the fox was lying on his back, holding Martin on top of him. Their mouths had connected. The wolf's tongue had wormed its way into his muzzle. And yet, somehow this felt right.

All too soon, Martin broke the kiss. Robbie opened his eyes, blushing deeply as he met Martin's gaze.

"S-sorry," Martin muttered. He pushed himself up and crawled to the other side of the tent, then started stripping.

Robbie watched the wolf for a few seconds, then started undressing himself. His shirt stuck to him a little, but he managed to wrench it off. His shorts and undies followed, leaving him completely nude. He laid back again on his sleeping bag and stared at the top of the tent.

A few moments later, Martin was back at his side. The wolf draped a leg over the fox's waist. Fur to fur contact. Martin was naked, too. The wolf's sheath pressed against his side. It felt like he was already starting to get a boner.

"Robbie... do you wanna play again?" Martin whispered.

The fox considered the question. He really couldn't use being tired as an excuse. His sprained ankle meant he was out of action most of the day. He did feel tired, but not physically. It was more a mental exhaustion that descended over him. But he didn't want to say 'no' to the wolf. Despite everything, he wanted to say yes.

He closed his eyes and let out a little sigh. "What did you wanna do?"

"We could paw each other off again," Martin offered. "Or we could try something else..."

Something else? His mind struggled to process what. What had his mother told him about sex? She'd definitely told him about using his paws, and how babies were made. But neither of them had a vagina, so sex was out. What secret knowledge did Martin have that he didn't?

"Like what?" Robbie asked.

The wolf chuckled softly and eased up a little to bring his muzzle to the fox's ear. "I could try sucking on it..."

That got the fox's attention. His eyes popped open, and he stared at the wolf. Had he really just said that?!

"Martin, I pee from there!" Robbie hissed.

The wolf shook as he tried to hold back laughter. "Dude, don't you think I know that?" he replied. "But, like... look, I saw some videos on the internet... mostly with girls, but some with guys, and they'd suck on the dude's dick, and I... I kinda wanna try it..."

The fox considered that. His mom's voice echoed in his mind. 'When a boy and a girl want to make a baby, the boy puts his penis in the girl's vagina. It feels really nice for both of them. In fact, some boys and girls do it just for fun!' She'd mentioned that a girl's vagina gets wet to help the boy's penis go in. Suddenly, putting his penis in a mouth didn't sound quite so crazy.

"I dunno," Robbie said. "I'm not sure if I'd wanna put your penis in my mouth..."

"So I'll suck you," Martin said. "It's cool if you don't wanna do it to me."

It still seemed a little weird to the fox. But Martin seemed determined to try it. He was giving him the puppy dog eyes and everything! "If you wanna," Robbie muttered.

"Awesome!" Martin hugged the fox and gave him a kiss on his lips. That was another thing Robbie was still trying to get used to, though he had to admit, he was growing to really like it.

Doubt rose up again in the fox's mind as Martin crawled down between his legs. He wasn't REALLY going to put his penis in his mouth, was he?

His answer came quickly. Martin nuzzled the fox's groin. His penis was already standing at half mast, sticking right out of his sheath. The wolf drew Robbie's sheath back, freeing the rest of his shaft as it firmed up. He grinned up at the fox, then licked from the base of Robbie's penis right to the tip.

Robbie bit his lip to bite back a moan. It actually felt really good! The wolf gave a few more licks, then engulfed the fox's boyhood.

Warm tingles flared right up in the fox's groin. He grabbed onto Martin's ears, holding on as the wolf started bobbing his muzzle along his length. Never before had he even imagined feeling pleasure like this, and yet here it was. He bucked his hips, pressing himself deep into Martin's muzzle. He didn't want to ever lose that feeling.

He gritted his teeth as the wolf worked his boyhood. It was quite a challenge to keep quiet. The feelings were nearly overwhelming! His toes curled and uncurled as his best friend blew him. He could already feel himself getting close to climax.

"M-Martin," Robbie gasped. "G-gonna squirt..."

If the wolf heard him, he didn't give any response. Robbie bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut. His hips bucked as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He could feel his seed squirting out into the wolf's muzzle. At the first squirt, Martin shoved his nose right into Robbie's groin, keeping the fox's penis buried deep in his mouth.

His breath caught in his throat as the stimulation became too much. He tugged desperately on Martin's ears, and the wolf, thankfully, pulled his muzzle up and off.

"Damn, dude," Martin whispered. "That didn't take you long at all!"

The fox blushed. At home, it could sometimes take him half an hour or more to cum as he lazily stroked his penis. But the wolf got him off in... it had to be under two minutes. He panted softly, turning his head to the side.

Warmth descended over the fox as Martin climbed up on top of him. The wolf kissed Robbie's cheek, then gave him a quick hug. "Did you like that?" he whispered.

Robbie nodded, still too breathless to dare to try speaking. He wrapped his arms around the wolf, returning the hug. It felt even nicer to just hold Martin.

The wolf squirmed a little. He could feel his friend's erection rubbing up against his own sheath and retreating member. A blush crept across his muzzle. The wolf would probably expect him to help him with that, and Robbie wasn't sure yet if he wanted to dare put another boy's penis in his mouth.

"Glad you liked it," Martin whispered. "I... really liked it, too. Your cum tastes really nice."

Now THAT was a weird sentiment. If Martin liked it, fine, but it still seemed strange.

Martin's hips bucked against him. "You mind helping me with this?" Martin asked.

There was the question Robbie was expecting. He sighed and squirmed a little under the wolf. "I-I guess," he whispered.

His friend slipped off him and laid down next to him. "You don't have to use your mouth if you don't wanna try it," Martin whispered. "Heck, if you're tired... I could just rub myself against you... if that's okay."

The fox raised an eyebrow and rolled onto his side to face the wolf. "Rub against me?"

The wolf grinned. "Yeah. Like this!" He climbed around behind Robbie and rubbed his dick between Robbie's butt cheeks. "Can I?"

Robbie blushed as he felt the wolf's shaft against his rump. It felt odd, but at the same time almost comforting. He flicked his ears, and grinned to himself. The wolf probably wouldn't pick up the jab, but he'd do it anyway. "You may."

Something warm and wet slid across the fox's ear. Probably Martin's tongue. He felt the wolf's arms slide around him and squeeze. It felt nice being so close to his friend.

Then his hips started moving. Robbie could feel his friend's penis rubbing against him, sliding between his butt cheeks. Despite himself, he felt a smile breaking out across his muzzle.

Hot breaths bathed the back of his neck. He could hear the little pants and moans from his friend as he pleasured himself. To think, that was because of him! He grabbed onto Martin's paws and squeezed them as he pressed his bottom back against his friend's groin.

The fox closed his eyes and rolled onto his stomach. Martin followed, climbing on top of him and humping against his butt. The wolf's paws braced on either side of him as he ground his hips against Robbie, driven by the enthusiasm of youth.

Time lost all meaning for the boys. Robbie grinned, resting his head against his arms as his friend rubbed against him. This was kinda nice. He could even feel his own penis starting to stir again, despite his recent release.

"Ngh... G-gettin' close, Robs," Martin whispered.

That brought a blush to the fox's cheeks. Part of him wanted to let the wolf just squirt on his butt and back. But then he thought of the times he'd pawed off and cum on his chest. Dried cum was super hard to get out of his fur, and they didn't exactly have many options for cleaning it up. There was ONE option, though...

Robbie squirmed a little under Martin. "G-get off," Robbie hissed.

The wolf froze. "You okay, bud?" He climbed off the fox and laid down next to him.

The fox pushed himself up on his paws and knees. "Yeah, I'm fine," Robbie whispered. "I just..." He looked into Martin's eyes, then twisted around, bringing himself to the wolf's groin. If he was going to do this, he needed to do it fast, before his better judgment took over.

He grabbed Martin's hips and pushed them down, pinning the wolf on his back. He slipped his legs around behind him, took a breath, and took the wolf's penis into his mouth.

Martin gasped. His paws grabbed Robbie's ears. He squeezed so tight it almost hurt, but the fox ignored the pain.

He suckled on his friend's penis. His tongue traced around the other boy's shaft. The wolf's flesh throbbed in his muzzle. His own sheath stirred at the memory of what it felt like when Martin has sucked his penis not too long ago.

"F-f-fuuuuuu..."

It didn't take long. In seconds his friend was writing under him, pressing his hips insistently against the fox's muzzle. Robbie squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his friend's seed spurting into his muzzle. It tasted weird, slimy and salty, with a strange musky aftertaste. But Martin had happily swallowed Robbie's down. The fox could at least return the favor.

Several bursts of seed flooded the fox's muzzle before Martin finally came up empty. The wolf gave a few weak thrusts into Robbie's mouth before he pulled his friend off. Robbie cringed as he swallowed down his friend's seed. He was glad that Martin couldn't see his face.

"Dude," Martin gasped.

The fox crawled around and laid next to the wolf. "Did I do okay?" Robbie whispered.

The wolf wore a silly grin. He wrapped his arms around the fox and squeezed him. "That was freakin' awesome," Martin whispered.

Robbie beamed. He made his friend happy. And thinking a little more about it, sucking the wolf's penis wasn't so bad. He wrapped his arms around the wolf and snuggled in close.

He was over the hump. The worst of camp was over. And he still had Martin. The last couple days of camp didn't seem quite so scary now.