Because of Camp, Chapter 4: If the Boat's a-Rockin'
Because of Camp
By Bunny Hops
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bunnyhops/
http://bunny-hops.sofurry.com/
Players:
Pete: 17 year old male bunny (Oryctolagus cuniculus) 5'8" 150 lbs
Porter: 15 year old male smooth coated Jack Russell terrier (Canis lupus familiaris) 5'3" 110 lbs
Zeke: 17 year old male European mouflon (Ovis orientalis musimon) 5'9" 175 lbs
Tommy: 15 year old male Kodiak bear (Ursus arctos middendorffi) 6'1" 255 lbs
Sammy: 20 year old lioness (Panthera leo) 5'10" 135 lbs
Chad: 19 year old male lion (Panthera leo) 6'2" 180 lbs
Mathe: 16 year old male green anole (Anolis carolinensis) 5'11" 155 lbs
Audrey: 17 year old female European polecat (Mustela putorius) 5'8" 140 lbs
Setting: Camp, summer 2004
If the Boat's a-Rockin'
The following day, after a lunch of baked beans and hot dogs without buns, Zeke was able to pull Tommy away from Porter to join a game of ultimate Frisbee while Pete and Porter snuck off together to the boathouse to lay claim to a canoe. The lifeguards were lax on wearing lifejackets, for while Pete was thankful: he would have hated to cover up the dog's wireframe chest.
They got into a stereotypical forest green canoe, Pete in front with Porter at the rear steering. With some jovial, but soon forgotten, conversation, the two paddled out diagonally along the lake to the secluded bend in the lake. With any luck, the surrounding trees steep banks around the bend will keep anyone from spying on them while they explore more than just the wilderness.
The paddling got much more difficult once they hit they hit the weeds poking up through the shallow waters by the shore's edge. After struggling to get the boat through the weeds, Pete eventually hopped out into the knee high water and tugged the boat farther into the bend by the bow.
"How's that look?" Pete asked as he slipped, wetting his cottontail as he barely stayed above the water by grabbing the side of the canoe.
"Don't rock the boat," Porter yipped as he almost fell overboard. "I can still see the boathouse if I crane my neck. Better pull forward a couple of feet more."
"Roger, Captain," the bunny gave a salute and continued chauffeuring the pup. The mud beneath Pete's bare feet was silty, and with each step the water grew murky.
"That should be good," the terrier said, leaning back over the stern and craning his neck to make sure no one could see them. When he turned around to face the bunny, he had a mighty grin on his face, coupled with nervousness about his eyes.
Pete leaned his back up against the boat and let himself fall in like a very unathletic high jumper. The canoe sloshed violently as Pete's legs shot into the air and his back crashed onto the deck. It wouldn't have been a graceful entry without Pete hitting his head on the seat, so he unwittingly complied. The previously dry canoe now contained a wet deck and a wet bunny.
"Ta-da!" Pete joked, popping his arms out in showmanship while still lying on his back.
Porter returned with the same awkward smile and nervous eyes.
Pete let his face got sober, "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"No, no," Porter responded quickly, "it's not like that. It's just..."
"It's just that you've never had a BJ before?"
The dog shook his head, "I had a girlfriend a couple of months ago, and we made it that far. Have you ever eaten out pussy? It's rather, um, stinky."
"Have you ever eaten out ass? Now that's stinky."
Porter laughed.
"And us guys aren't know for our personal hygiene, either. I've smelled some mighty funk."
Porter gave him an eye, "You do this thing a lot?"
"The funk came from Zeke. But seriously, I try, but am rarely successfully."
"So I'm one of the few defeated?"
"Don't think of it like that, Porter," the bunny patted him on the knee. "After all: make love, not war."
The bunny rocked the boat once again as he got up off his back and sat on the seat to face Porter. Pete locked eyes with the dog and placed a paw gently on his shoulder, slowly letting it fall along his arm to his elbow before taking it away. The whole time the two did not unlock eyes, and Pete used his windows as a guide. The nervousness in his eyes showed that he was still unsure, even if he said he was ready.
Pete didn't want to ask, "Are you okay," again, so he placed his paw on the dog's flat chest, and slowly rubbing over the nipple, letting his fingers slide into his armpit. Letting his arm fall, he felt the rippling ribs of the skinny dog and pressed harder when he got below them. Pete then crossed over to the abs; upon first glance, Porter did not look like he possessed any muscles, but on closer inspection the bunny could feel the hard contoured tonality hidden behind the smooth fur.
Even with his hand on the pup's side, thumb near his bellybutton, Pete could feel Porter's heartbeat. Thinking about it, the bunny's heart was also thumping strongly, and for the first time he noticed some pressure growing in his swimming trunks. He unconsciously stole a glance down to the crotch of the dog's trunks, but didn't notice any bulging and quickly looked back up.
Catching Pete's glance, Porter looked down at himself before stealing a glance at Pete's groin. "Enjoying yourself, I see."
Pete smiled and leaned back a tad, taking his paw off of the terrier, "Yea, a little." He felt like he should be blushing, except his face wasn't warming.
Porter put his hands to his waist and stopped. A ponderous look crossed his face as the canoe gently rocked among the weeds. He sighed, let out a tiny smile, and started to pull down his shorts. He had to lift up his butt to get the trunks past the seat, but let them fall by their own accord past his knees to rest on his ankles.
Pete allowed himself to look down; after all, Porter undressed without any pressure from the bunny. The dog was still tucked away in his sheath, but what a sheath it was: thick and full of potential. The curve lines just rolled over Porter down there; it was like his shaft and balls were just a bump in his airfoil design. The dog likewise looked down at himself, then looked back up to Pete. Porter's face still bore a tense emptiness.
"How're you feeling?" Pete asked.
"A little nervous; not as excited about this as you, obviously," he responded.
"Yea," Pete leaned in to the dog and placed a paw on his sheath, "You seem to be a little flat." The bunny gently pushed the sheath to one side, where it flopped to a rest, held back only by the frenulum attaching it to his pelvis. He let it flop it back to the other side. Pete now noticed some pre wetting his trunks.
The bunny placed his paw on the center of Porter's chest and slowly petted downward, allowing his fingers to part the fur and feel the hot flesh underneath. When he got to the sheath, Pete cupped it around his paw, and allowed the tip of his finger to explore the hole at the tip.
"I think you'd look great with a piercing riiiiight here," Pete pinched at the front tip of the sheath, with his index finger still in the hole.
Porter laughed, "I don't think so. Wouldn't that hurt?"
"Nonsense, it'll just go through the fleshy part. And a black nice captive ring would look great."
The bunny gave the dog's penis a squeeze and pressed it into Porter's pelvis. Scooting off the seat on onto his knees in front of Porter, Pete leaned in and put the tip of the sheath in his lips, sneaking a tongue into the hole.
Porter tensed up a little, but let out an "ooh", so Pete continued. He slid his paw down the thick bulge and into the warm crux between the dog's thigh and balls. His other paw reached around to the dog's lower back, right above his tail, and squeezed him in closer. He gave a ball a squeeze as he kissed the sheath's tip.
"C'mon, man," Pete said softly without looking up, "when're you going to get hard?"
"I'm feeling a little tender, so that's something."
"Yea, I can feel a heartbeat down here now," Pete kissed at the base of the sheath, pressing hard with his lips. He continued kissing up the furry flesh until he got to the tip, where he was happily surprised to see a bright red, bald shaft beginning to pop free.
The bunny wasted no time to coax the rest of the cock free. He gently rubbed his fingers at the back of the dog, while the other paw tickled at the tender region where thigh met balls. He licked his lips and dove down on Porter's growing rod, rimming his tongue between the shaft and sheath.
Pete's own cock was screaming at him, despite him trying to ignore it. His swimming trunks cut into his penile head in an oddly sensual matter. It was an odd thing, horniness: once in the mood any sort of contact with any sensitive area becomes erotic. He found himself wishing Porter was as horny as he was, so maybe the bunny could do more than just let the silky precum soak through his trunks.
The dog was getting harder and even got into the action, if just a little. Porter placed a paw on the top of the bunny's head, between the perky ears. His breathing was getting deeper, as well. Pete was glad Porter was letting go of some of his anxiety.
Inside his mouth, the bunny felt the dog growing faster with an influx of warm blood. The cock grew to the point where Pete had to let his tongue out of the area underneath the skin of the sheath; there just wasn't room there anymore, and the dog's tapered tip was reaching to the back of his throat.
He pulled his head up against Porter's paw, keeping his lips tight around the shaft. When he reached to end, he pressed his tongue strongly into the grove where the urethra resided. The paw at the back of the dog went lower and gripped at the base of Porter's fluffy tail; the other paw went up to grasp the base of the base of the cock.
Pete couldn't help but catch a look at the flesh lollipop, so he pulled his head up. The dog cock was the typical deep red the bunny loved, with dark purple veins zigzagging up the flesh. It was glossy from Pete's spit, but the dent in the tip was pooling Porter's own pre.
"Don't stop," Porter breathed as he pressed Pete's head back down. The bunny did not disappoint.
He pushed down over the penis, pressing his tongue on the spongy underside of it. When he pulled back up, his paw stayed close to his chin.
He got into the groove and closed his eyes; he went slowly up and down at first, only speeding up when Porter's paw grabbed at Pete's ear in passion. Selfishly, the bunny wanted to make Porter cum as fast as possible so he could finally take care of his own needs.
With the cadence quickened, Pete couldn't help but imagine himself taking the dog from behind. He hadn't even seen the pup's brown eye, but the intensity of everything and the hormones wafting around for the entire time at camp made Pete wish for more. He found himself trying to grind his own swimming trunks.
Porter let out a grunt and a twitch of his cock. Pete braced himself and tightened his lips and his grips. The dog gasped and held his breath. The cock tightened suddenly and the knot grew suddenly from just some knobby bumps to hard rocks at the penis's base. The dog grabbed the bunny's ear so hard it hurt, but Pete did not budge.
Porter let his head fall back and let out a gasped cry. His balls contracted. Inside the bunny's mouth the dog finally let go, shooting thick, goopy cum to the back of Pete's throat. It did not stop with one shoot, but kept globing out faster than Pete could swallow it. The seal he had made with his lips had failed, spilling the dog's jizz over the bunny's paw and the Porter's own balls.
Pete slurped at the cock as he lifted his head free. He licked the thick, musky smelling goop from his lips, but let some dribble down his chin. The bunny let the grip around Porter's cock and tail go loose and went to sit back on the canoe's seat.
Porter was panting, "You know...I'm...I'm going to stay hard...for about fifteen minutes...being a dog and all."
"I'm not going to last much longer."
Porter glanced down at the crotch of Pete's trunks, "Do you need me to, um...paw you off?"
"Only if you want."
The dog didn't even spent any time thinking about it, "It was weird enough getting sucked off by a guy, I don't think I want to try pawing a guy off."
"The BJ wasn't that great?"
"It was fucking fantastic. Still didn't make me want to touch a guy's cock, though. Feel free to give yourself a wank, though."
"Okay," He wasn't about to argue. Pete sat up off the seat to pull his pants down to his thighs. Leaning back until his throbbing cock pointed up into the air, the bunny grabbed hold. It was already slick with silky pre and his paw glided up and down rather easily. Immediately when he touched himself he felt as if he was going to explode.
He looked down at Porter's engorged cock, veiny and covered in slowly drying jizz. His knees spread to open his loins as he stroked himself. His balls were aching and already begging for release. At this point, Pete just wanted to climax and cared little about prolonging the fun.
He pounded up and down vigorously on himself, all the while staring at the erection. That telltale pressure in his balls grew to fruition. He kept at his jacking, pounding at himself with meaning and clenching unseen muscles to keep from popping.
Just when he couldn't take it anymore, his eye sight closed in on itself and Pete leaned farther back. He shot his load into the air in a powerful stream too long withheld. He kept stroking and out came another load not as powerful as the first. Soon all that was left was a dribble pulsing over his paw and a vacant emptiness in his balls and a slight inkling of pain there.
Pete let in a deep breath and sat back up, looking at Porter. Porter had a curious expression on his face as he stared at the bunny's softening penis.
"First time seeing a guy jack off?"
"Yes."
Pete smiled, "Liked what you saw?"
Porter went to speak, then stopped before finally deciding on, "I'm hard, aren't I?"
Pete smirked. The two talked small talk until Porter's knot released and he became flaccid. The two then hopped into the lake to wash off.
"Are you ever ashamed to be the way you are?"
Pete thought about this, "Not really ashamed, just sad I won't get to live the life I want to."
"Explain, please."
"Someday I would like to get married, have kids, and raise a family. You know, live that ideal like advertised in the 1950s." Pete sighed as he reached into the canoe for his trunks, "That just can't happen with how I am."
"You ever try to fight it?"
"Not before, but, I don't know," Pete slipped on his trunks under the water, as did Porter. "Things are just getting more and more complicated lately. Zeke likes me, but I don't want it. It's not that I don't like Zeke, I love him. He's my best friend and I wouldn't think of spending my life with him, but I just don't want a relationship with a guy."
The two clamored back into the canoe.
"I'm thinking about asking Audrey out," Pete mentioned as they rowed back into shore.
"Can it really be that easy?"
"Nothing is easy, my friend. Nothing is easy."