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Hot Tub Heist 3

By Seraph LeSabre

As the summer began to stretch into July, the constant heat waves were starting to make the relief of double-digit temperatures a rare treat. Living in a valley trapped all of that warm weather, and even with the occasional cool morning breeze, it was pretty tough to relax when it was still over 80 degrees out well past dark. While the first few days of this weather brought the whole city to the waterparks, the public pools, and the river, once people started to realize just how brutal their air conditioning bills were going to be by the end of the month the excitement began to wear off.

"At least it's a dry heat!" Davis chirped, sitting on his neighbor's couch wearing nothing but his spots, as per his usual.

"Yeah, know what else is a dry heat?" Devin groaned, fanning himself with a magazine, "An oven."

"And the breeze isn't even all that refreshing anymore," Derek chimed in, holding a beer can to his forehead, "It's like getting blasted in the face with a hair dryer every time you walk outside."

The serval was already naturally inclined towards hotter climates, but even he was starting to reach his wits' end. Now that he was regularly practicing a nudist lifestyle whenever possible, once he stripped down there weren't a lot of options left for staying cool. His otter neighbors, a pair of brothers, were of course happy (if not insistent) to indulge, of course, never ones to complain about having a naked, lithe, eighteen year old cat lounging about their house. They had spent the summer so far exploring all sorts of fun new things, though with this latest heat wave the three had found themselves in a bit of a slump, even as they tested the strength of their air conditioning.

"Still though, at least there's this weekend right?" Derek mused, "That'll be a nice way to cool off."

"This weekend?" Davis asked , his ears perking up. He hadn't heard anything about weekend plans, immediately growing a bit self-conscious about being left out of the planning. Derek and Devin looked between each other, now equally confused.

"You didn't tell him?"

"I thought you were going to."

"What do you mean, tell me what?"

Derek bashfully took out his phone and scrolled through some emails. Passing it over to Davis, he showed him a photo of a beautiful mountain landscape with a serene looking lake in the middle. Davis's eyes widened as he took the phone, flipping through photos until he got past the landscapes and into the ones of him tied up that one night.

"Well, surprise I guess!" Derek announced, "We're going camping!"

"Yeah, we found a great place up in the mountains. It's only an hour hike, so not exactly a huge backpacking venture. And more importantly, it's gonna be like twenty-five degrees cooler up there than it is down here."

Davis blushed, passing the phone back. He was sort of disappointed that he hadn't been invited, but he just told himself that they wanted to have some time to themselves.

"Wow... looks real pretty," Davis mumbled, his ears drooping at the realization that he'd been completely left out of the loop, "Hope you guys have fun while out there."

Derek and Devin looked at each other, then pulled the serval between them for a hug. The cat yelped a bit as he was pulled in between the two, sandwiched between the two older otters.

"You ninny, you're coming with us, aren't you?" Derek laughed, ruffling the serval's hair, "Forgive my idiot brother for not extending the invite sooner."

"Hey, I was going to send the invite! I just thought you already did!" Devin protested, "Anyways, we hope you can still come. But if not... we were going to have Zac come 'round to housesit. I'm sure you could hang out."

Davis gulped hard. A whole weekend alone with Zac? Derek and Devin's cousin definitely seemed to enjoy Davis's company, and the serval was certainly intrigued by the transmasc otter. However Zac didn't seem to know the meaning of moderation... or taking things gently. That last time he came to visit, Davis found himself underneath the otter, taking an unrealistically large strap-on under his tail for two hours. Of course, without the usual ending of a sticky climax to mark when they were finished, Zac was able to just keep pounding at that soft, spotty butt for as long as he found Davis's moans entertaining.

Zac was very easily amused.

"This weekend, right? I'll go make a packing list!"

Several days later Davis was loading up his bags into his neighbors' car, when he was abruptly stopped and made to unzip them to present their contents for approval. The two otters immediately took out the light clothing the serval had packed, scoffing at the mere notion.

"Gotta pack light, you know," Devin chastised the feline, "Can't have these weighing you down on the hike."

"Well don't I have to wear something?" Davis pleaded, his sheath betraying him by swelling a bit at the thought of spending the whole weekend like that, "What if there's people around? What about in the car? I know I said I'd stay naked around the house, but isn't this taking it a little too far?"

"Dude, we totally scoped this place out," Derek reassured the serval, "We'll be the only ones for miles, the car has tinted windows, and you should use this time in your life to do all sorts of dumb things."

"So you at least agree this is a dumb thing to do?"

"I agree that it's happening, spottyboy."

The whole drive into the mountains, Davis fidgeted nervously. Not only did Derek drive like an absolute maniac, but every time they blew past a truck or lifted SUV, the serval instinctively covered himself. Devin laughed each time, leaning back to take the occasional photo of Davis acting embarrassed. The entire drive went like that, with Davis making wildly liberal use of the oh-shit handle in the backseat once they reached the windy mountain roads. Derek whipped the car around on every switchback as they left the highway, starting to drive down an almost-hidden side road.

Once they turned off onto the backroad, it felt like an almost endless drive. Were it not for the bumpy ride as Derek zoomed down the dirt road, Davis probably would have ended up passing out from boredom. After an hour of the winding road, Derek pulled the car up to a trailhead and parked, Davis immediately throwing the door open and spilling out. The serval took a few deep breaths before standing, quickly looking around to make sure they were actually alone out there.

"Ugh... haven't been carsick like that since I was a cub...." Davis groaned, a paw covering his sheath cautiously as he stood outside. It looked and sounded as though there was nobody else around for miles, but the last thing he needed was for someone to show up out of nowhere.

"If you wanted me to drive like I have a cub in the car, we could totally have picked you up a pack of diapers to complete the image." Derek ribbed as Devin chortled off the side. Davis was entirely unamused, but fortunately for him that's not one of the tags in this story.

The three began unloading their supplies out of the car. It was only a two hour hike to the car and back, so they didn't grab all of their food, but the tent and water were their heaviest items. Even Davis wound up with a heavy backpack strapped on as they distributed the weight based on their own strength. The thin, wiry serval had the least weight, but managed to struggle with it as well as they headed out onto the trail and into the trees.

The whole walk, Davis felt his heart pounding in his chest, and not just from having to carry what felt like his entire body weight (though Devin was quick to remind him it was closer to twenty pounds every time he complained). It was certainly cooler up in the mountains, but with Davis was working up quite a sweat as he trudged along. It was laborious for him, but he couldn't help but feel excited at just what he was doing.

Walking through the forest wearing just his socks and his hiking boots... somehow the boots managed to make him feel MORE naked than if he had been without them. Anybody could strip down on a whim, but having just his shoes on reminded the cat that this was very much a conscious decision. In fact, Davis realized that he was miles away from ANY of his clothes, which it dawned on him had never really happened before in his life. Had he not had every drop of blood going to keep his legs moving on the grueling (for him, Derek pointed out) hike, he probably would have had been entirely hard the whole time. Instead, every time the two otters looked back at him, their own hips swaying in their shorts, they just got a lovely view of a sweaty serval with his sheath and balls bouncing with every step.

As they hiked, Devin began pointing out certain features of the scenery. The older otter had always enjoyed nature, and found great joy in sharing his knowledge. He explained that he used to work as a docent for a national park before he landed his current job. Davis listened in as much as he could, but he was distracted by his own huffing and puffing as he tried to keep up. When they finally reached their destination, he just collapsed into a puddle behind the otters.

"Well now, Mr. Melodramatic, we're here." Derek announced with a flourish of his paw.

Picking himself back up, Davis finally got a chance to take in the scenery. They were out in the middle of nowhere, but had found a small clearing that seemed to have been used before for camping. As the otters set to work putting up their tent and setting up camp, Davis looked up at the pines that surrounded them, his keen feline eyes occasionally picked out a feral bird or squirrel darting about, regarding the three of them with just as much curiosity. Everything smelled so... "fresh" to him, the city-raised boy not being used to being out in the wilderness and smelling the actual things that all those air fresheners were based on.

Finally, the serval's ears perked. He darted off over a small hill a few dozen yards from their campsite to find the rocky shore of a crystal-blue lake. It was about a hundred yards across and two hundred wide, and had an island with a lone tree in the middle. As a breeze picked up, the cool air from the lake rushed through Davis's fur, the cat giving a contented sigh as the fatigue from the hike melted away. As he tepidly approached the water, the peaceful silence was broken by the sound of footsteps behind him. Loud, rapidly approaching footsteps.

Davis turned his head just in time to see Derek and Devin rush past him, the two otters having stripped down completely. He turned back to see them rush into the water, their bare brown-furred rears glistening in the midday sun. Once in deep enough, they both took off underwater, chasing after each other and splashing around like... well, a pair of otters. Davis crouched down to unlace his hiking boots and set them neatly aside, then approached the shoreline to dip in a toe. Immediately he yelped and jumped back - the water was absolutely freezing!

"C'mon, scaredy-cat, this water's great!" Derek goaded the serval, seeing the look of trepidation across his feline friend's face.

"Are you kidding?!" Davis shouted back, "It's fucking freezing! How are you not frozen solid? Like a pair of ott-"

"Do NOT say Otter Pops!" Devin responded, wading up to Davis menacingly, "It's refreshing! C'mon, after that long hike it'll feel great! Let me help you in."

Devin's naked body shone in the summer sun, the water beading up on his slick, waterproof fur and gleaming. Davis swallowed hard as he looked at the otter's thick sheath, wondering how it hadn't shrunk at all from the cold. He didn't have much time to wonder though as Devin scooped the teen up in his arms. The serval could feel the cold water on the otter's arms start to soak into his fur, and he realized just what was about to happen. He kicked and flailed, but he was no match at all for the strong otter as he was carried over into waist deep water, and then unceremoniously dumped in.

The serval thrashed in the water and splashed fruitlessly, finding his feet finally and standing, arms wrapped across his chest. His teeth instantly began chattering, with the cat quickly realizing that this high up, all this water had to have been recently-melted snow. The two otters were doubled-over in laughter as Davis, watching him try to acclimate to the cold. It took a few excruciating minutes, but finally Davis stopped shivering in the cold water. He found that as long as he stayed mostly submerged, the cool breeze wouldn't get to him and make him realize just how cold he was.

For the next hour the three swam around, Davis content to just float lazily, while the two otters kept trying to get him to race them, or try to wrestle him. The small spotty cat resisted at first, but before long he was happily getting dunked underwater with the other two, letting the two moist boys swim and brush against him over and over. Before long, it stopped being a game of who could splash the biggest (Devin) or more easily pull someone underwater (Derek), but who could sneak the most casual gropes of otter butts (Davis, by a long shot).

When they finally grew tired and the water began to feel cold rather than refreshing, the three swam out to the small island in the middle of the lake. Davis shook the water out of his fur, quickly feeling the cold set back in as the cool air started to penetrate his damp fur. The two otters, seeing the serval shivering, approached him from either side and wrapped their arms around him, sandwiching the gold-furred cat between them. Devin's sheath felt warm as it pressed into Davis's back, while Derek chirred and pressed his hips against the shorter feline's stomach. Davis looked up at the taller otter brothers and wriggled between them, the rush of being so exposed out in nature finally starting to make it's way to his nethers. The others could tell their little serval was starting to enjoy himself - sitting down at the base of the tree, Derek cupped his balls in his paw, rubbing his thumb over his sheath and teasing out the pink tip within.

"You know, there's nobody around for miles. You don't need to worry about anyone coming around. We made very sure when we looked this place up."

Davis shuddered, not needing all that much encouragement. He dropped to his paws and knees in front of Derek, leaning in and pressing his nose against that plump sheath. It still had a slight musky tinge despite their splashing around, still lingering from the very long hike. It was hardly overpowering at least, so Davis had no qualms about settling in and dragging his tongue along that brown sheath, teasing at the soft pink flesh beneath. As Derek chirred approvingly, his brother knelt behind Davis, pressing his own quickly stiffening package between the serval's cheeks. The cat lifted his tail, making sure there was able access for the elder brother as he wrapped his lips around Derek's growing tip, flicking his rough tongue over the pink flesh.

The three nestled in under the shade of the tree. Davis bobbed his head up and down along the other's shaft while Devin carefully pushed his length into the serval's tailhole. He gently rocked his hips in and out of the feline, resting his webbed paws on the boy's sides. It was a friendly, affectionate fucking as Davis moaned loud, his erection bouncing between his legs with every forward thrust. The feline slurped at Derek's warm length, wrapping his lips around that shaft and bobbing his head up and down on it and lapping up every little spurt of pre the otter rewarded him with. It was saltier than Devin's... fuck he was starting to be able to tell them apart from that now? Davis closed his eyes and let himself get lost in himself, out in the wilderness with no clothes, taking it from two otter brothers in broad daylight... as Devin stretched his tailhole and speared at his prostate each time, he started to spurt a little precum each time himself.

Derek was the first to shoot off, filling Davis's muzzle with his thick salty cum in a few ropes. The serval tried to catch all of it, but he felt a dribble run down his chin. As a very satisfied Derek slid his cock out past the feline's lips, Davis shakily tried to reach up and wipe that little drip away. Before he could Derek took his paw and held it in his own, squeezing tight. The otter leaned down and lifted up the teen's chin as he could drag his tongue up along the trail of cum he'd left before pressing his lips to Davis's, kissing him affectionately with the taste of his cock still on his lip as his brother moaned loudly, filling the servals rear with a growl.

The three laid out together, Davis snuggled between the two older otters as they let their fur dry in the summer sun, despite knowing full well they were going to need to swim back to camp. Derek kept a paw on the supple curve of Davis's rear, while the serval's erection poked into Devin's side. The otters offered to help him with it, but Davis just grinned as the afterglow washed over him.

"What? We've got all weekend," Davis purred, "There's a whole wilderness out here for you to get me off, this is going to just be your island though."

The two eventually made it back to camp, the water feeling warmer this time. Davis found himself far more enthusiastic about setting up the tent and helping out now, working hard with the two otters. When the two brothers got dressed again, Davis just beamed. It was a really stupid decision to come out camping like this. And he was so overjoyed that he let himself make it.