Whine Fresh off the Vine
#7 of Bottled Whine
Sorry if the editing sucks, I've been a little distracted today trying to get things to load onto the site.
So
camping was going to be the best ever. If I had asked a girl to go it would
have been a disaster. Even if she had said yes, there was always the problem of
getting that past my parents, who might have had a few things to say about it.
And then once we were to get to the camp site, I have a feeling the other
campers would know something was up. I mean, after all a young fox and his
vixen? There was only one thing they were going to be doing.
But
three young fox males; now that they would hardly notice. Boys just out having
a little bonding time. I mean, a knot is sort of a bond, isn't it?
We
chilled after the first episode, wanting to recharge and connect later on. To that
end I zipped up the door to the tent and
fell asleep for a little while. Outside we could hear people coming and going,
but for the longest while no one set up near use. After we had gotten a little
rest, we got dressed and went out to see what had transpired during our down
time.
Two
spots away was a newcomer; a big burly and grizzled fox that screamed red - as
in red-neck. His pickup truck was outfitted with fishing gear and a boat
trailer, and the wheel wells on it were covered in mud. I was quick to look at
him and then ignore him. He was the type of guy that you did better to ignore,
especially if he thought you might be gay or at the very least less than manly.
The bad
part was, he caught me looking and hollered to me. "Hey son, come here a
minute!"
I was
sort of stuck for it. I had a faint feeling I was going to be getting an ear
full. "Yeah?"
"You've
been here long?"
"Nope.
Just a few hours."
"By
yourself?"
"No,
I've got my brother and a friend of his with me, why?"
His
eyes narrowed. "Younger?"
"Uh,
yeah..."
I was
getting a little nervous.
"So what
are you boys doing this weekend?"
Like I
was going to tell him that! "We figured on doing a little of everything. This
was mostly to get out of the house for a while."
I was
getting uncomfortable talking with this guy. I looked around at his tent and everything
about his supplies and his appearance screamed backwoods freak.
"I was
wondering boy, if you would do me a favor. I'll even pay you."
Now I
was feeling the need to back away.
"Uhhhh.
What would that be?"
Instead
of replying to me, he turned and hollered back at his tent. "Hey Sam! Get your
skinny ass out here!"
It took
a moment before a very forlorn looking kit came out. He was about the age of my
brother, was completely black, and not bad looking if I say so myself. I
figured with a father like this, he'd look more like a Bubba than a Sam. He was
holding a handheld game and was doing his best to look at it instead of his
surroundings.
A big
hand came down on his head. "This here is my boy. As you can see, he ain't much
of an outdoorsman. Me, I love it all. But I had to bring him, and to be honest,
that makes both of us miserable."
I
wanted to say something about how life sucked, but I found better words. "That
is too bad. But what am I supposed to do?"
"Well
you see son, I'm going to go fishing. I got a boat out at the marina all ready
for me. But Sam here doesn't want to go, and I for one don't want him along if
all he's going to do is whine."
Whine?
For some reason that struck me as familiar.
"So you
want him to stay with me?"
"He
doesn't have to. We have a tent. But since you're so close, I thought maybe you
could keep an eye on him for me. He'll be happier here, and I'll be happier
there."
I
looked him over. He was skinny. He also looked so little like his father that I
was pretty sure the two of them weren't even related. There would be time to
ask that later. He was finally looking up from his game to look at me. I smiled
and said ""Sure, no problem."
I got
the guy's cell phone number, but he laughed when he gave it to me. "I doubt
it'll work where I'm going, but if you have a problem, here's the home number.
But don't call unless it's life or death, because if the wife finds out I
split, she'll kill me."
A short
while later the truck roared away and the camp was quiet. A moment later Sam
showed up, looking both hopeful and relieved. I got up and offered him my
chair, but he smiled and ran back to his own campsite and returned with one of
his own. He sat down and smiled shyly.
"Thanks
for doing that for me. I hate fishing."
"And
your dad seems to hate having you along."
He
shrugged. "Step-dad. It's not his fault.
He's a nice enough guy, but he likes to relax in his own way, and mom makes me
go. I'd rather be playing games or riding my bike or something. Coming out here
is kind of weird."
"Weird?"
"Well,
you have a nice house, with a bed, a refrigerator, a shower and all sorts of
other stuff and you give it up for this?"
Daryl
snickered. "Yeah, but you can always go back to that stuff. There are
advantages to being out and alone."
"Like
what?"
I gave
a stern look to my kid brother. I didn't know this other kid from Adam and I
didn't need anyone finding out what we were doing. Keeping an eye on this kid
during the day didn't mean letting him in on our secret
"Oh
come on. Are you telling me that you didn't think once about pawing off once
your dad..."
"Step-dad..."
"Whatever.
Come on! You can do anything you want right now. Go back to your tent and
relax."
I think
his cheeks might have turned red, but it was impossible to say. "You guys do
that?"
I
interrupted. "What they do is they own business and not something they need to
drag you into."
"Oh,
it's alright. I thought maybe I was the only one to do that kind of thing."
I
rolled my eyes. This weekend just got a little more complicated. Or maybe it
hadn't.
"So Sam, I take it you don't get
out much."
He
looked me in the face. "No. I live out in the country. I don't see too many
people unless it's at school and there I feel like a freak. Everyone is a lot
like my step-dad; big and dumb."
"A lot
of girls at your school?"
He made
a face. "Yeah, I guess. They're all kind of big and dumb too."
"You
don't like girls?"
"They're
alright I guess. I mean..."
"Yes?"
He
pointed to the other two with me. "I'd rather hang out with guys like that, but
there aren't any around me."
Daryl
smiled. "Well, I suppose you could go back to your tent and paw off to me..."
Sam was
now obviously flustered. "That's not what I meant!"
Daryl
was suddenly being his old shitty self again. "Oh. Here I thought that maybe
you liked me!"
"I didn't
say that I didn't!"
"I see.
Well, if I'm not good enough for someone to get off on, what am I good for?"
This poor
kid didn't know how to handle the conversation. I could tell he was both interested
and uncomfortable talking about it. Daryl's blatant openness was flipping him
out.
"Look
Sam, we're all just hanging out for the weekend. If you want to chill with us,
that's fine with me. Let's just say that things can get a little crazy at
times, but always quietly and inside the tent."
His paw
went unconsciously to his crotch. "I don't think I understand."
Daryl
chuckled, looked around and seeing no one else near, dropped his shorts for a second.
"We all have a cock. You just don't know what to do with yours at the moment.
What say we show you?"
I could
see his cock rise up under the material of his own short to meet his questing
fingers. "But we're all guys..."
"You didn't
seem too interested in girls a moment ago."
He
looked very uncomfortable for a moment. "But being gay is a bad thing."
I
stepped in. "Being gay is whatever you make of it."
"Are
you gay?"
"Good question
and one I haven't answered just yet. I think you could say I'm bi. I don't mind
a girl or a guy if they're cute enough."
It was
then that Sam finally got the idea of what we were doing here at the
campgrounds. I think he about blew a wad in his shorts. "You mean you guys..."
Daryl
was his tactful self as usual. "You mean - have we been fucking? Yes, as a matter
of fact we have been."
"You
mean up the butt?"
"That's
only one way, and even then you can vary that up."
He was
staring at Daryl intently. "You mean you've already had sex before?"
"Sure.
If you don't believe me, you wanna watch and see for yourself?"
Sam's
paw was rubbing the front of his pants rather rapidly. I don't think he was a aware
he was doing it. The kid had it bad.
"You mean
you guys do it right here in the campground?"
"Yeah.
Why not? The trick is to keep the noise down, and then people will ever know."
I was
getting horny again just thinking of doing this newbie. I remembered vividly the
first time I had done Daryl and my cock went from interested into rabidly
raging with that thought. Yeah, I had essentially raped him, but god that had
been fun. And now that I was thinking of it, when we got home, I was going to
have him bend through the window and I'd reenact it again.
"Are
you sure? It seems risky."
"Risk
is half the fun." Daryl got up, went into the tent and came back with the lube.
He looked around again and finding no one even close to our site, slipped his
shorts down, rubbed some lube on his ass and motioned for me to drop my pants.
He must have assumed I was going to be hard again. He climbed up on my lap,
pointed to Sam to bend down and watch, and then slipped over my hard cock like
the pro he was.
Sam
about fainted. "Shit! I can't believe you're actually doing that. I thought it
was impossible."
Daryl
was suddenly in the mood to put on a show. I don't think that exhibitionism was
one of his fetishes, but it just might become one. He drove down on my cock;
his own quite visible with his shorts now around his ankles. Sam could see that
this wasn't a trick, for my cock would disappear completely inside. I did
whisper to my kid brother to not overdo it. If I knotted up inside we would be
stuck for a while, and without the privacy of the tent, that could quickly turn
awkward.
"You
make it look fun!"
Daryl
was licking his lips. "Oh fuck yes it's fun. And the great thing is, with the
right guys, you can have fun all the time, and whenever you want, and no one
will ever know; not that they should care."
"C-c-c-ccan
I try?"
I
smiled. "In what capacity?"
"What?"
"Do you
want to the fucker or the fuckee?"
"Oh. Which
is better?"
As much
as I hated to have him stop, I told Daryl to get off so we could head to the
tent. He slipped off with a sigh, and with me making an even bigger one we went
inside. It was a little warm for four people inside there, and it was even closer
now with all the flaps down. But I didn't need anyone peeking in.
"Look
Sam, you'll have to find that out for yourself. I'd suggest you get it on
however suits you with these two first. An ass needs a little stretching before
it can comfortably accommodate a cock my size."
Daryl
wisely kept mention of his first time to himself. No point in scaring this poor
kid with horror stories.
In the
end, they worked it out this way. Bernie got down on his white furry back and Sam, after
nervously stripping, got his crotch over Bernie's face. Daryl lubed up and
carefully worked his cock into Sam's ass amidst a lot of little yelps. But Bernie
helped take his mind off of it. After a few minutes the three reached equilibrium.
It was a little pile of horny fox boys and it was wonderful to behold.
I
decided immediately that the hell if I was going to sit back and watch. My cock
was still stiff as a flag pole. I got behind my kid brother and slipped it in once
again. From there I let him do the moving as he thrust back and forth. Sam was
lying on Bernie, and after a moment it appeared he was sucking on his cock,
meaning that four cocks were engaged, two in asses and two in mouths. Now there
was something to have a home movie of!
It took
all my control not to simply fuck the hell out of Daryl. In truth, I really wanted
to do new guy, but I hardly wanted to have to explain to his step-dad why he
was walking funny. My luck I'd tear him open. So this was the better scenario
for the moment.
Bernie
had a good grip on the newbie's cock, and in return Sam had his lips solidly on
Bernie's. Daryl was working away on Sam's
ass like the little perv he was. I would have intervened on the newbie's behalf,
but as he wasn't voicing any complaints at the moment who was I to throw off
the groove of such an intense little orgy?
Daryl
was the first to cum, banging that dark little ass until Sam finally let out a
muffled cry. Of course, it could have been from his own orgasm, as Bernie was
quite good with his mouth. Either way I was still intent on getting my turn on
that ass. I was almost afraid something would interrupt us and I'd never get my
chance.
Daryl
kept going, and I almost forgot that while he blew a wad in the new kid's
butthole, he was still getting off on having his own hole reamed by me. I
figured I'd let him have his fun for now. But I was keeping my eye on the
prize.
He kept
going until I could feel my knot coming on. If the little shit thought he could
get me to knot up and then be stuck inside him he had another thing coming. I
wait until the last second and then tugged backwards, just avoiding tying up. I
think he was hoping I'd blow inside of him, but I wasn't about to be denied a
shot at the fresh meat.
Wait;
did I just say that? Oops. The new guy, yeah...
Daryl
felt the motion and tried to push back, but there wasn't any way my knot was
going to go in now without a lot of force. Under different circumstances I
might have considered it, but not today. He was just going to have to deal with
things the way they were.
He
heard him sigh. After a few more minutes of humping on my cock he stopped and
pulled off. "You're a real spoil sport, you know that?"
I didn't
bother gracing his complaint with an answer. He knew my reasons. I let him
break in the new guy, but then I was the only one really equipped for doing a
proper job. He pulled off of Sam, who was still being sucked off by Bernie. All
the better for him to have a distraction. My cock in his ass was going to be an
eye opener.
I lined
up, going slow at first. I watched the bright red shaft slowly disappear into
that dark little hole. He was preoccupied with his own oral ministrations and I
hoped the surprise of having me inside him didn't cause him to accidently bite
down. I had a feeling Bernie wouldn't be into that at all.
I kept
my pace slow, knowing full well that this wasn't my brother, who could handle
what I had now. This was a firm, only slightly stretched hole that engulfed my
cock like a flexible ring of living rubber. Given a choice, I wanted that hole
to stay just as tight as it was now. God, I had to keep from just ramming my
length into his warm wet, well-lubed hole. I didn't want to scare him off, for
we had him to ourselves for the next day or so.
I
finally worked it all in right up to my knot. God how I wish it were in there
too, but I was no fool. What he might take from the inside wasn't the same
thing when it was forced from the outside. It took practice to be able to
handle something that sizable, or else I had to be a sadist to want to force it.
And while I was a little bit nasty when someone deserved it, I wasn't one feeling
it today.
He was unconsciously
clenching up his butt, which was a mistake on his part, but one he was going to
suffer for, not me. His sphincter was presently open wider than it had ever
been forced open before; even assuming he had played around with a carrot or a cucumber
in the past. It was one thing to use a
toy you controlled, and another altogether to have something under another person's
control active inside you. I was sure to go easy on him.
It was
a good thing I had dumped a load or two earlier. I could very easily have blown
another inside Daryl, but I was really trying hard to keep it for this kid. But
with the snug fit, tight walls and the slipper heat of his insides, I doubted
my first time was going to last very long.
His
white tipped tail, the only light spot on him, was tickling my chin as I pulled
back and thrust it home again. He rose off the floor of the tent just a little,
in part from me and in part from the tension of having his tailhole reamed properly.
I was pressing my knot against his ass, stretching
him just a little more to make it easier for him to deal with the shaft.
Bernie hadn't
moved, apparently content to stay there sucking him off again. I could feel his
paws playing with this kid's balls, and every once in a while his fingertips
found my knot and gave it a squeeze.
It was
then that I felt Daryl come up behind me. Apparently the little horndog was
ready to go again, and who was I to stop him? I relaxed for a moment as he slid
in, and the he took my cue from earlier and let me do the work. It was pretty
wild getting it twice, and I hoped that Sam was having as much fun as I was.
I
fucked him for a good ten minutes. I might have lasted longer, but he started
to cum again under the auspices of Bernie's mouth, and his rapid onset of
contractions threw me off. I grabbed his hips, and heedless of my brother, I
rammed it home in time to his wonderful rhythmic spasms. Daryl hung on to keep
from slipping out and altogether we came as one, eventually losing our cohesion
and falling in a heap.
We were a sweaty mess, but oh what a wonderful
mess it was.
Sam
passed out for a bit until Bernie had enough and shoved him off. He woke up startled,
but then remembered where he was and what had happened. He rolled up on his
elbows and gazed at us.
"How
far away do you guys live?"