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The beach air ran up Justin's back, making the fur on his neck stand on end. He flopped down in the warm sands, digging his thick tail into the ground. Everyone else from his class ran past him, excited that the educational part of the class trip to the ocean was over. Groaning hard, he kept his knees up, hiding from all the guys and girls...especially the guys, running past him with their surf boards and boogie boards, some of them wearing tight wet suits.

Two big golden foot-paws sunk into the sand on either side of the roo. Justin soon felt two huge, striped paws encompass almost his entire upper body, "Hey Just, what's wrong? You're not going swimming?"

Justin sighed, his face sinking, feeling King's rock hard chest brushing against his back, "Nah, I don't think so..." The roo tried to stay focus on his foot-paws dug into the sand, kicking some of the sand out of his pants. As the liger stood and started to strip, Justin gawked at the almost seven foot tall mass of muscle, especially the huge bulge in the green, skin tight speedo which looked like it was about to snap on King's hips.

As he adjusted the speedo, King asked, "Why not?"

The roo resisted the desire to stare. Despite how they swore to strictly stay friends, Justin sometimes found it hard not to stare at the big male's muscles. "I just don't feel like it...What are you wearing?" He had a 'why would you wear that' look on his face.

Twisting his body slightly, the liger's muscle's flexed, the material tightening around his rock hard butt, "What? It's a speedo..." He paused when he saw the roo roll his eyes. Kneeling down next to him with his paws on Justin's shoulders, "Ok, seriously, what's wrong?"

Justin ran his paws through the sand, piling it on top of his big foot-paws, "We should be at Trev's house waiting for Jake to come home and we're stuck at the beach..." Justin's words were wasted. King stood up, seeing someone struggling in the water. Leaping over the roo, his tail whacked Justin in the head, "Ow!" But before his foot-paws could even touch the edge of the water, he watched a brown paw sink beneath the waves. They pounded into the sand and then the water. He was getting ready to dive when there was a flash of blue, green and silver. The liger recognized the fin-head; it was Isaac, a dolphin with a thin, rock hard build wearing a green swim suit. For a split second Lionor forgot the reason why he was swimming out in the first place. Now it seemed like he was chasing Isaac more than trying to save the drowning person's life.

The current and the undertow pulled the average fox through the water. At times, it even dragged him across the sands at the bottom. Damion let out a huge bubble as he cried out for help, seeing two solid figures constantly trying to keep up with him. Holding out a paw, he reached for Lionor's, but a silver blue webbed hand knocked it out of the way. They both fought over him, tugging at his arms, an ankle, even his brown and white swim trunks. All three were being pulled into the rocks waiting in the nearby cove. Lionor and Isaac were constantly competing. Damion was about to be smashed into the rocks! Before they could realize their grave mistake, a huge black paw reached into the water, easily plucking the fox out before he was dashed to pieces on the jagged base of a boulder.

Pulled out of the water and into the muscular arms of a black furred wolf, Damion coughed up salt water the ocean forced him to swallow, spilling out onto the wolf's chest. "Are you alright?"

The fox looked up at the wolf with his one green and one blue eye, giving one last cough, "Yeah, thanks Sam... though I don't think I'll ever do that again..."

As the muscular wolf carried the fox across the rocks of the cove, King and Isaac were dragging themselves out of the water. Isaac huffed, "I could have saved him!"

The liger planted his paw against the dolphin's head and shoved him away, "Yeah right!"

Isaac stumbled back, "I could have...!" But he was pushed again and this time he fell over into the water. Catching himself on all fours, he ran at Lionor and jumped up on the macro feline, "If you didn't get in my way...!" Lionor fell to the ground, grabbing the slimmer dolphin and pinning him into the sand. But Isaac's tail came around and started slapping him on the head.

Trying to grab a hold of the slippery tail, Lionor growled each time he was whipped on the head, "Stop it...stop it...stop it!" On a rock formation above, there was a loud crunching sound. Justin seemed amused, sitting there with his legs crossed, munching on his cinnamon twists as he watched the two males struggle with each other, crumbs falling into his lap. He was glad the fox was okay, but this was more entertaining.

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The loud crash of the ocean roared behind Damion and Sam, the two canines finding what they thought was a private spot on the beach. The water seemed rougher now that the sun had set and the moon was out. Everyone else had set up camp around the rising bon fire, listening to music, talking, all that stuff. The smaller fox gasped, feeling Sam's sharp canines nibbling at his neck. Justin turned his head when he heard the sound, gazing down at the two lying beneath a blanket. Sitting up on the higher portion of the cove, he could just make out their shadows. He then looked over his shoulder when he heard a loud grunt and a pant. With a sigh, he leaned his forearm on his raised knee, watching the two down on the beach.

Sam continued to nip and lap at his mate's neck, pressing his hips against the back of Damion's naked thighs. Nipping hard on the fox's shoulder, he forced a moan from the male, fondling the knotted length between Damion's orange legs. Damion ran his paws over the big wolf's back, exhaling admirably as he cradled the wolf's head, "Love you Sam..." He tossed his head back, feeling the wolf give him a love bite to his right nipple. Damion bit his lip, trying not to cry out too loud from all the teasing.

Justin looked over his shoulder again, hearing constant growling and the shuffling of sand. Rolling his eyes, he gazed forward, staring at the moon as he picked at the spaces between his paw pads. It only took five minutes before King hopped out of the dunes behind the rocks, "Hey Just, what are you doing sitting up here all alone?" When the roo pointed at the grinding males down at the beach, he chuckled, "Oh, you're peeping?"

There was a moment of silence except for the crashing waves. Just before King was about to speak again, the roo finally spoke up, "So how was it with Isaac?" As the liger gave him a questioning look, Justin interrupted, "You did fuck him, right?"

"How do you know?"

"You growl a lot when you finish...plus you kick your feet..."

King blushed because his friend knew him so well. He was completely surprised when the other male suddenly climbed into his lap. Justin murred, wrapping his arms around as much of the macro liger as he could. He felt like a joey again, pressing his muzzle into the big male's pecs. "Justin, are you alright?"

Justin nuzzled into King's soft fur before he muttered in a pitiful tone, "When do I get someone?"

The liger's eyes widened and he wasn't sure what to say. The only way he could respond was by putting his huge paw on the male's back. Adjusting in his spot, he let the male cuddle up to his chiseled stomach, trying to just be there for his bud.