Cumraderie
Back on my bullshit :)
The drive-up was nice. I rode shotgun in Brent's white pickup. I lied and said I wasn't sure if my tiny sedan would make it off-road. I had traveled through the area before, every year. Our little group has made this trip annually since high school. I lied about the car because I was crushing on my goat friend pretty hard. He had such a calm manly air about him. He was always sporting tank tops and showing off his defined arms and pecs. He'd bought the truck, and I knew he was excited to show everyone. It was his first new vehicle, after all. I always felt some kind of chemistry between us, but I was too meek to act on my instincts. Still, I'd make excuses for us to hang out alone. I was a stout otter, average in size and physique for my species. Brent was only a few inches taller, but he seemed to tower over me. We'd exchange hugs, and I'd press my face against his taut chest. The cologne he wore was intoxicating. It was a rich and savory scent that lingered in my nostrils for a while. It smelled something like sandalwood, but in wintertime. After being in the cab of the truck for a few hours, the smell was invisible to me, but I basked in it anyhow.
"So Chad," Brent started, "how is work at the furniture store?"
'"Oh, I quit that job a few months ago. I hate retail, plus I'm not a huge fan of the heavy lifting."
"You probably wouldn't hate it so much if you worked out those scrawny arms of yours." The goat smirked and flexed his right bicep, keeping one hand on the steering wheel.
"Ha, you're right."
"So, what are you doing now?"
"I got a job at this insurance company taking down claims and directing them to the proper departments. It's a low-pressure kind of thing."
"Sounds perfect for you."
"Yeah, I enjoy it. I was worried I might not be able to get the time off for the trip because I just started, but my manager was cool about it."
"I'm glad you could make it out. I miss hanging out with you." Brent placed his hand on my knee. I was in a particularly lonely place in my life, and I realized how much I missed the touch of someone else. The contact was nourishing in a way.
The road was lined with pines on either side and seemed to go on forever. Soon we came to a series of brown signs with white print indicating the proximity of the campgrounds. We transferred from the blacktop to the dirt road and continued for several more miles until we came to a clear break in the trees where there was a body of water. There was a small building with an adjacent parking lot and boat ramp. After we parked, we checked in with the rangers and paid for our stay. Once outside, we met with our friend Corey at the boat ramp, lowering his skiff into the water.
"What's up, assholes?" The raccoon shouted. Corey always seemed to talk too loud.
"You're one to talk," Brent scoffed and smiled. "You doin' alright?"
"Never better!" He embraced both of us in a hug. "I'm so ready for this vacation. I just want to let loose."
"What else is new?" I joked.
"When is Craig supposed to show up?" Brent questioned.
"I was texting him earlier. He said he'd be here tomorrow." The raccoon answered.
As we loaded our supplies and equipment onto the boat, I couldn't help but notice it was a nice, sunny day. The water was murky and green but gentle against the vessel. About ¾ of the way to the island, a much larger, and faster boat sped by us, causing the small skiff to rise and rock with the wake. The larger boat made a U-turn and made another pass at us. The rocking compounded and was more drastic this time.
"What the fuck?" Brent said aloud. Everyone's facial expressions mirrored this sentiment.
The aggressing boat repeated this once more, this time making a critical hit.
We shouted at them to stop, but it was too late. The boat was taking on water. I felt the squish of wet socks in my sneakers. I looked down and saw the water rushing in. I was stunned for a moment in disbelief.
"Grab something!" Corey shouted, his tone and volume appropriate for once.
I shook myself from the shock and grabbed my backpack and tent bag. I swam as quickly as I could to shore and tossed my things on the ground before getting back in the water and swimming away to meet my friends, who were unsurprisingly not as strong swimmers. I took something from each of them, freeing their hands so they could swim more efficiently. After we all made it on dry land, we took stock of one another.
"What the shit, dude," Corey said, exasperated. "Like, seriously, what the fuck."
"What a fucking asshole," Brent added.
"Is everyone okay?" I asked.
"I fucking guess!" The raccoon said, throwing his hands up.
"Did we get everything? Should I go back?"
"We got all the big stuff. Everything else has sunk by now."
"So, what do we do now?"
"We'll unpack everything so it can dry off. Make a note of anything you might need, and we'll get Craig to bring it tomorrow. Wait...shit." Brent pulled his phone from his sopping wet pocket. He clicked the side buttons, but it remained a black brick. The ocean water also ruined Corey's phone. The raccoon took a deep breath and hurled it into the water as hard as he could while simultaneously giving a hearty FUCK. The black rectangle flung through the air and got some impressive distance before disappearing below the water with a thunk.
"You should've tried to skip it," I said. Corey cracked a smile.
"Fuck you. Don't make me laugh right now. I want to be angry."
"We can be angry, but that's not going to help our situation." I retorted.
"It's going to help me." the raccoon said matter-of-factly. "I'm going to use this anger to power walk the mile and a half to the ranger's station and have a word with them."
"That's fine; try not to get lost!"
"I can smell you a mile away. I don't think I'll have too much trouble finding my way back."
I stuck my tongue out at him, but Corey didn't waste any time. He was already hot-stepping it down the dirt road.
The mid-afternoon was still mild, and there would be plenty of sun for the rest of the day to dry our belongings.
"You want to go further inland, to the lake?" Brent suggested. I nodded, taking a moment to remember the good times we had in the previous years. It was almost like a beach, but better. Trees surrounded it, and there were plenty of spots where you could get out of the hot sun and rest with your feet in the water. Plus, it was freshwater, which is a personal preference, I guess.
There were wooden arrow signs with letters carved into them pointed into the direction of what they denoted. We knew the way by heart, though, so we could forgo a little awareness of our surroundings and enjoy each other's company. The trail we were on veered off from a clearing into the tree line, and we found ourselves walking through a cave carved out of the flora. It was nice to get out of the sun, and a breeze met with us before rifling through the trees and other things. It wasn't too long before we found ourselves at the shore.
The water had a brownish-green tint and was pretty transparent until it got between knee and waist-deep. I desperately wanted to dive in right there and rinse the salt from my coat, but we needed to tend to our belongings first. We unpacked our things, finding areas to hang up what we could and clear spaces to organize the rest. Brent watched me unpack candy and assorted supplies to make s'mores.
"I don't suppose you brought any real food, did you?"
"Nah, I thought you guys would." I smiled sheepishly.
"I could use a meal, but I guess it'll have to wait until tomorrow."
Once we had settled everything, we started to strip down. I followed the goat's lead to see what kind of modesty level we were comfortable with around each other. Brent stopped at his underwear. At that point, I was kind of eying him a little too hard, but I couldn't look away. Looking is okay, right? I mean, we're friends; of course, it's okay to look. While I was trying to justify my creepy behavior, he caught my eyes and matched my gaze. Startled, but trying not to show it, I blurted out, "You should dry off your underwear too!"
I felt like a fucking idiot. I may as well have yelled, "Whip it out already!" I wanted to follow up with a joke like, "Sorry, I was possessed by a horny ghost." but I decided it's better not embarrass myself any further. I stood my ground and held eye contact.
"You first." He said. I laughed and turned my back to him, sliding my thumbs into my waistline and pushing the elastic down until gravity took over and my boxer briefs fell to my ankles. Taking one paw out, I kicked them to the side and held my position.
"Your turn," I smirked. Brent furrowed his brow and smiled back. Fully facing me, he took them off and tossed them to me. I turned and caught them, finalizing the exposure of myself to the goat. A little voice in my head went, You should smell them, like, as a joke. To which I responded Shut. Up. You. Horny. Idiot. Honestly, I tried not to stare, but I'll come right out and say it: he had an excellent package. There was nothing I wanted more than to shove my face in it.
"What do you want to do now?" He asked. I hated the open-endedness of the question. I wasn't brave enough to say what I wanted to do, so I shot back, "We should go swimming!" before I tossed the underwear back and made a beeline for the water before something else came up.
We swam for a few hours and made conversation while our clothes dried. The sun faded into the horizon, causing the sky to take on a gradient of pinks and oranges. Eventually, we became tired and relaxed on some flat boulders at the edge of the lake. An oak tree loomed over them, its roots firmly keeping gripping the ends as if it was trying to keep them from sinking into the mud. Brent lay on his back with his hands cushioning the back of his white-furred head.
"You still single?" He asked with his eyes shut.
"Yep. I haven't met anyone I'm super interested in."
"That sucks; you're adorable, y'know?"
"Aw, thanks, that's sweet of you to say." It's exciting to hear him say that. I felt like I had a chance, then he blindsided me.
The goat propped himself up on one elbow, and facing me, he said, "You should let me blow you."
"Shit, I mean, if you want to..." My voice trailed off. I tried to play it cool and give the impression of could-take-or-leave-it, but my body betrayed my true desires. The reaction was instant and visceral, in the form of a noticeable erection. Brent didn't say anything. He rolled over to me and went to work. On his stomach, the goat positioned himself between my thighs before sticking his nose under my cock right at the base and inhaling deeply. He nudged my testicles with his muzzle and kissed them between sucking each ball gently. I had dried off, but I was dripping wet again with pre glistening a runny trail down my shaft. I was squirming with anticipation, and then it happened: the goat put his maw on it.
"Holy shit," I said quietly, but Brent was only getting started.
With his hand wrapped around my hard dick, he worked it up and down in conjunction with his warm mouth. Barely able to contain myself, I shuddered, entirely at the mercy of his talented tongue and lips. It wasn't much of that before I was ready to blow, and I'm sure Brent was more than aware. His next move caught me off-guard. I was ripped from heaven as he pushed my legs toward my chest, forcing me into a slight crunch and tilting my ass upward slightly. The goat dug his face between my cheeks and began eating my ass. I was taken aback, in sheer disbelief of the sensations he was providing. His tongue danced around my hole, tracing circles and prodding me. I stroked his head, saying, "Can I come, please?"
"Not yet." He replied, coming up briefly for air.
Then a familiar voice almost gave me a heart attack.
"HEY!" Corey shouted. I jerked upright and cupped my junk. "Tsk tsk," the raccoon started. "I can't leave you alone for five minutes."
"You're such an asshole." Brent laughed. The goat didn't even try to cover up; he had no shame. There was a wet spot on the rock where he was lying.
"You were gone for, like, five hours," I said.
"Yeah, I got chatty with the rangers. Sue me." Corey took off his shirt. "So, we doing this?"
"In your dreams, trash boy," Brent said. "Why don't you go suck off your new ranger friends?"
"Believe me, I tried. They wouldn't go for it."
"Gee, I wonder why. Anyway, we should probably set up camp for the night." The goat's stomach began to growl before he could finish his sentence.
"Yeah, I'm hungry too," I said.
"Are you sure you haven't had enough to eat?" Corey joked.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
"Of course. Well, there are some other campers grilling right now, and they offered to share with us."
"Who haven't you talked to on the island?" Brent asked.
"I don't want to hear it. My inability to shut up is getting you fed, so be grateful." Corey said with a wink.
We had hotdogs and potato chips under an RV awning with a very kind family of possums staying the weekend. All of us thanked them for their kindness and returned to our designated camping area. We set up the tents before daylight ran out, and the night surrounded us. Now that the sun was gone, the night got colder, so I volunteered to start a fire. Corey and Brent gathered what tinder and kindling they could find in the darkness, and I made a fire with some matches I kept in an orange waterproof container. We basked in the warmth of the fire, sitting quietly for a while.
"I wish we had some beer," Brent said, breaking the silence.
"Same." Corey echoed.
"I'm sure Craig will bring some with him, but I'll text him and remind him," I said. "In the meantime, I've got stuff for s'mores."
"That sounds great," Corey said.
We had all had our first one before the raccoon chuckled to himself.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, you guys-Nah, it's nothing."
"C'mon, it's gotta be something." I pried
"Y'all ever play the biscuit game?"
"No, what is that?" I asked, genuinely curious.
Corey finished making a s'more, placed it on a paper plate we'd gotten from the other campers, and put it on the ground in front of everyone.
"The last one to come on it has to eat it." He said. That sounds kind of hot, I thought.
"Well, uh..." As my voice trailed off, I made eye contact with Brent, and he seemingly read my mind.
"I'm in if you're in," he said, not looking away.
"Okay." I smiled. "I'm in."
We each took our clothes off and knelt around the plate. Corey produced a tiny bottle of lube, and we passed it around, gearing up for the friendly competition. We were mere inches apart, and I could smell the hint of sweat as we each began to stroke. The raccoon was the first to blow. He stroked quickly, his eyes closed while his free paw rubbed his left nipple. He had a competitive determination I had never seen when someone was jerking off. His cum slung across the s'more, almost missing. Half of his load was on the plate, so Corey gathered it on his finger and tried to redistribute it. I think I want to eat it. I thought. Still being somewhat worked up from the day's earlier adventure, I wanted to distract myself. Watching the raccoon shoot nearly sent me over the edge. I was able to keep my resolve right up until Brent came. He had been eyeing me up and down the whole time. It was nice to have his attention and be the reason he could "win." I ejaculated barely a second after the goat.
"Oh fuck." I said quietly, happy about the outcome. Corey and Brent both looked at me. I couldn't help but smile as I picked up the plate and gazed at the treat. Not wasting any time, I ate the whole thing in a couple of bites. While still chewing, I licked the plate for the spillage that didn't make it on the cookie.
"Fuck, that's hot," Corey said a little too loud.
"Chad, you're dirtier than you let on." Brent leered with a smile.
We ended up turning in not long after that. I offered to share a tent with Brent, and he accepted. We made out for a while in the cool darkness before snuggling up and falling asleep. It was such a crazy day, but I would do it again if I had the choice.