{"sf1_id":822076,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Whine Fresh off the Vine","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3562,"posted_at":"2015-02-21T20:07:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Arctic Fox","Brothers","Fox","Incest","M/M","Oral","Orgy","Outdoors","Underage","black fox","camping","red fox","teenager"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/822076-whine-fresh-off-the-vine","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/822076","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=822076\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#7 of Bottled Whine\n\nSorry if the editing sucks, I've been a little distracted today trying to get things to load onto the site.","content":"                So\ncamping was going to be the best ever. If I had asked a girl to go it would\nhave been a disaster. Even if she had said yes, there was always the problem of\ngetting that past my parents, who might have had a few things to say about it.\nAnd then once we were to get to the camp site, I have a feeling the other\ncampers would know something was up. I mean, after all a young fox and his\nvixen? There was only one thing they were going to be doing.\n                But\nthree young fox males; now that they would hardly notice. Boys just out having\na little bonding time. I mean, a knot is sort of a bond, isn't it?\n                We\nchilled after the first episode, wanting to recharge and connect later on. To that\nend  I zipped up the door to the tent and\nfell asleep for a little while. Outside we could hear people coming and going,\nbut for the longest while no one set up near use. After we had gotten a little\nrest, we got dressed and went out to see what had transpired during our down\ntime.\n                Two\nspots away was a newcomer; a big burly and grizzled fox that screamed red - as\nin red-neck. His pickup truck was outfitted with fishing gear and a boat\ntrailer, and the wheel wells on it were covered in mud. I was quick to look at\nhim and then ignore him. He was the type of guy that you did better to ignore,\nespecially if he thought you might be gay or at the very least less than manly.\n                The bad\npart was, he caught me looking and hollered to me. \"Hey son, come here a\nminute!\"\n                I was\nsort of stuck for it. I had a faint feeling I was going to be getting an ear\nfull. \"Yeah?\"\n                \"You've\nbeen here long?\"\n                \"Nope.\nJust a few hours.\"\n                \"By\nyourself?\"\n                \"No,\nI've got my brother and a friend of his with me, why?\"\n                His\neyes narrowed. \"Younger?\"\n                \"Uh,\nyeah...\"\n                I was\ngetting a little nervous. \n                \"So what\nare you boys doing this weekend?\"\n                Like I\nwas going to tell him that! \"We figured on doing a little of everything. This\nwas mostly to get out of the house for a while.\"\n                I was\ngetting uncomfortable talking with this guy. I looked around at his tent and everything\nabout his supplies and his appearance screamed backwoods freak.\n                \"I was\nwondering boy, if you would do me a favor. I'll even pay you.\"\n                Now I\nwas feeling the need to back away. \n                \"Uhhhh.\nWhat would that be?\"\n                Instead\nof replying to me, he turned and hollered back at his tent. \"Hey Sam! Get your\nskinny ass out here!\"\n                It took\na moment before a very forlorn looking kit came out. He was about the age of my\nbrother, was completely black, and not bad looking if I say so myself. I\nfigured with a father like this, he'd look more like a Bubba than a Sam. He was\nholding a handheld game and was doing his best to look at it instead of his\nsurroundings.\n                A big\nhand came down on his head. \"This here is my boy. As you can see, he ain't much\nof an outdoorsman. Me, I love it all. But I had to bring him, and to be honest,\nthat makes both of us miserable.\"\n                I\nwanted to say something about how life sucked, but I found better words. \"That\nis too bad. But what am I supposed to do?\"\n                \"Well\nyou see son, I'm going to go fishing. I got a boat out at the marina all ready\nfor me. But Sam here doesn't want to go, and I for one don't want him along if\nall he's going to do is whine.\"\n                Whine?\nFor some reason that struck me as familiar.\n                \"So you\nwant him to stay with me?\"\n                \"He\ndoesn't have to. We have a tent. But since you're so close, I thought maybe you\ncould keep an eye on him for me. He'll be happier here, and I'll be happier\nthere.\"\n                I\nlooked him over. He was skinny. He also looked so little like his father that I\nwas pretty sure the two of them weren't even related. There would be time to\nask that later. He was finally looking up from his game to look at me. I smiled\nand said \"\"Sure, no problem.\"\n                I got\nthe guy's cell phone number, but he laughed when he gave it to me. \"I doubt\nit'll work where I'm going, but if you have a problem, here's the home number.\nBut don't call unless it's life or death, because if the wife finds out I\nsplit, she'll kill me.\"\n                A short\nwhile later the truck roared away and the camp was quiet. A moment later Sam\nshowed up, looking both hopeful and relieved. I got up and offered him my\nchair, but he smiled and ran back to his own campsite and returned with one of\nhis own. He sat down and smiled shyly.\n                \"Thanks\nfor doing that for me. I hate fishing.\"\n                \"And\nyour dad seems to hate having you along.\"\n                He\nshrugged. \"Step-dad.  It's not his fault.\nHe's a nice enough guy, but he likes to relax in his own way, and mom makes me\ngo. I'd rather be playing games or riding my bike or something. Coming out here\nis kind of weird.\"\n                \"Weird?\"\n                \"Well,\nyou have a nice house, with a bed, a refrigerator, a shower and all sorts of\nother stuff and you give it up for this?\"\n                Daryl\nsnickered. \"Yeah, but you can always go back to that stuff. There are\nadvantages to being out and alone.\"\n                \"Like\nwhat?\"\n                I gave\na stern look to my kid brother. I didn't know this other kid from Adam and I\ndidn't need anyone finding out what we were doing. Keeping an eye on this kid\nduring the day didn't mean letting him in on our secret\n                \"Oh\ncome on. Are you telling me that you didn't think once about pawing off once\nyour dad...\"\n                \"Step-dad...\"\n                \"Whatever.\nCome on! You can do anything you want right now. Go back to your tent and\nrelax.\"\n                I think\nhis cheeks might have turned red, but it was impossible to say. \"You guys do\nthat?\"\n                I\ninterrupted. \"What they do is they own business and not something they need to\ndrag you into.\"\n                \"Oh,\nit's alright. I thought maybe I was the only one to do that kind of thing.\"\n                I\nrolled my eyes. This weekend just got a little more complicated. Or maybe it\nhadn't.\n                \"So Sam, I take it you don't get\nout much.\"\n                He\nlooked me in the face. \"No. I live out in the country. I don't see too many\npeople unless it's at school and there I feel like a freak. Everyone is a lot\nlike my step-dad; big and dumb.\"\n                \"A lot\nof girls at your school?\"\n                He made\na face. \"Yeah, I guess. They're all kind of big and dumb too.\"\n                \"You\ndon't like girls?\"\n                \"They're\nalright I guess. I mean...\"\n                \"Yes?\"\n                He\npointed to the other two with me. \"I'd rather hang out with guys like that, but\nthere aren't any around me.\"\n                Daryl\nsmiled. \"Well, I suppose you could go back to your tent and paw off to me...\"\n                Sam was\nnow obviously flustered. \"That's not what I meant!\"\n                Daryl\nwas suddenly being his old shitty self again. \"Oh. Here I thought that maybe\nyou liked me!\"\n                \"I didn't\nsay that I didn't!\"\n                \"I see.\nWell, if I'm not good enough for someone to get off on, what am I good for?\"\n                This poor\nkid didn't know how to handle the conversation. I could tell he was both interested\nand uncomfortable talking about it. Daryl's blatant openness was flipping him\nout.\n                \"Look\nSam, we're all just hanging out for the weekend. If you want to chill with us,\nthat's fine with me. Let's just say that things can get a little crazy at\ntimes, but always quietly and inside the tent.\"\n                His paw\nwent unconsciously to his crotch. \"I don't think I understand.\"\n                Daryl\nchuckled, looked around and seeing no one else near, dropped his shorts for a second.\n\"We all have a cock. You just don't know what to do with yours at the moment.\nWhat say we show you?\"\n                I could\nsee his cock rise up under the material of his own short to meet his questing\nfingers. \"But we're all guys...\"\n                \"You didn't\nseem too interested in girls a moment ago.\"\n                He\nlooked very uncomfortable for a moment. \"But being gay is a bad thing.\"\n                I\nstepped in. \"Being gay is whatever you make of it.\"\n                \"Are\nyou gay?\"\n                \"Good question\nand one I haven't answered just yet. I think you could say I'm bi. I don't mind\na girl or a guy if they're cute enough.\"\n                It was\nthen that Sam finally got the idea of what we were doing here at the\ncampgrounds. I think he about blew a wad in his shorts. \"You mean you guys...\"\n                Daryl\nwas his tactful self as usual. \"You mean - have we been fucking? Yes, as a matter\nof fact we have been.\"\n                \"You\nmean up the butt?\"\n                \"That's\nonly one way, and even then you can vary that up.\"\n                He was\nstaring at Daryl intently. \"You mean you've already had sex before?\"\n                \"Sure.\nIf you don't believe me, you wanna watch and see for yourself?\"\n                Sam's\npaw was rubbing the front of his pants rather rapidly. I don't think he was a aware\nhe was doing it. The kid had it bad.\n                \"You mean\nyou guys do it right here in the campground?\"\n                \"Yeah.\nWhy not? The trick is to keep the noise down, and then people will ever know.\"\n                I was\ngetting horny again just thinking of doing this newbie. I remembered vividly the\nfirst time I had done Daryl and my cock went from interested into rabidly\nraging with that thought. Yeah, I had essentially raped him, but god that had\nbeen fun. And now that I was thinking of it, when we got home, I was going to\nhave him bend through the window and I'd reenact it again.\n                \"Are\nyou sure? It seems risky.\"\n                \"Risk\nis half the fun.\" Daryl got up, went into the tent and came back with the lube.\nHe looked around again and finding no one even close to our site, slipped his\nshorts down, rubbed some lube on his ass and motioned for me to drop my pants.\nHe must have assumed I was going to be hard again. He climbed up on my lap,\npointed to Sam to bend down and watch, and then slipped over my hard cock like\nthe pro he was.\n                Sam\nabout fainted. \"Shit! I can't believe you're actually doing that. I thought it\nwas impossible.\"\n                Daryl\nwas suddenly in the mood to put on a show. I don't think that exhibitionism was\none of his fetishes, but it just might become one. He drove down on my cock;\nhis own quite visible with his shorts now around his ankles. Sam could see that\nthis wasn't a trick, for my cock would disappear completely inside. I did\nwhisper to my kid brother to not overdo it. If I knotted up inside we would be\nstuck for a while, and without the privacy of the tent, that could quickly turn\nawkward.\n                \"You\nmake it look fun!\"\n                Daryl\nwas licking his lips. \"Oh fuck yes it's fun. And the great thing is, with the\nright guys, you can have fun all the time, and whenever you want, and no one\nwill ever know; not that they should care.\"\n                \"C-c-c-ccan\nI try?\"\n                I\nsmiled. \"In what capacity?\"\n                \"What?\"\n                \"Do you\nwant to the fucker or the fuckee?\"\n                \"Oh. Which\nis better?\"\n                As much\nas I hated to have him stop, I told Daryl to get off so we could head to the\ntent. He slipped off with a sigh, and with me making an even bigger one we went\ninside. It was a little warm for four people inside there, and it was even closer\nnow with all the flaps down. But I didn't need anyone peeking in.\n                \"Look\nSam, you'll have to find that out for yourself. I'd suggest you get it on\nhowever suits you with these two first. An ass needs a little stretching before\nit can comfortably accommodate a cock my size.\"\n                Daryl\nwisely kept mention of his first time to himself. No point in scaring this poor\nkid with horror stories.\n                In the\nend, they worked it out this way. Bernie got down on his white furry back and Sam, after\nnervously stripping, got his crotch over Bernie's face. Daryl lubed up and\ncarefully worked his cock into Sam's ass amidst a lot of little yelps. But Bernie\nhelped take his mind off of it. After a few minutes the three reached equilibrium.\nIt was a little pile of horny fox boys and it was wonderful to behold.\n                I\ndecided immediately that the hell if I was going to sit back and watch. My cock\nwas still stiff as a flag pole. I got behind my kid brother and slipped it in once\nagain. From there I let him do the moving as he thrust back and forth. Sam was\nlying on Bernie, and after a moment it appeared he was sucking on his cock,\nmeaning that four cocks were engaged, two in asses and two in mouths. Now there\nwas something to have a home movie of!\n                It took\nall my control not to simply fuck the hell out of Daryl. In truth, I really wanted\nto do new guy, but I hardly wanted to have to explain to his step-dad why he\nwas walking funny. My luck I'd tear him open. So this was the better scenario\nfor the moment.\n                Bernie\nhad a good grip on the newbie's cock, and in return Sam had his lips solidly on\nBernie's.  Daryl was working away on Sam's\nass like the little perv he was. I would have intervened on the newbie's behalf,\nbut as he wasn't voicing any complaints at the moment who was I to throw off\nthe groove of such an intense little orgy?\n                Daryl\nwas the first to cum, banging that dark little ass until Sam finally let out a\nmuffled cry. Of course, it could have been from his own orgasm, as Bernie was\nquite good with his mouth. Either way I was still intent on getting my turn on\nthat ass. I was almost afraid something would interrupt us and I'd never get my\nchance.\n                Daryl\nkept going, and I almost forgot that while he blew a wad in the new kid's\nbutthole, he was still getting off on having his own hole reamed by me. I\nfigured I'd let him have his fun for now. But I was keeping my eye on the\nprize.\n                He kept\ngoing until I could feel my knot coming on. If the little shit thought he could\nget me to knot up and then be stuck inside him he had another thing coming. I\nwait until the last second and then tugged backwards, just avoiding tying up. I\nthink he was hoping I'd blow inside of him, but I wasn't about to be denied a\nshot at the fresh meat.\n                Wait;\ndid I just say that? Oops. The new guy, yeah...\n                Daryl\nfelt the motion and tried to push back, but there wasn't any way my knot was\ngoing to go in now without a lot of force. Under different circumstances I\nmight have considered it, but not today. He was just going to have to deal with\nthings the way they were.\n                He\nheard him sigh. After a few more minutes of humping on my cock he stopped and\npulled off. \"You're a real spoil sport, you know that?\"\n                I didn't\nbother gracing his complaint with an answer. He knew my reasons. I let him\nbreak in the new guy, but then I was the only one really equipped for doing a\nproper job. He pulled off of Sam, who was still being sucked off by Bernie. All\nthe better for him to have a distraction. My cock in his ass was going to be an\neye opener.\n                I lined\nup, going slow at first. I watched the bright red shaft slowly disappear into\nthat dark little hole. He was preoccupied with his own oral ministrations and I\nhoped the surprise of having me inside him didn't cause him to accidently bite\ndown. I had a feeling Bernie wouldn't be into that at all.\n                I kept\nmy pace slow, knowing full well that this wasn't my brother, who could handle\nwhat I had now. This was a firm, only slightly stretched hole that engulfed my\ncock like a flexible ring of living rubber. Given a choice, I wanted that hole\nto stay just as tight as it was now. God, I had to keep from just ramming my\nlength into his warm wet, well-lubed hole. I didn't want to scare him off, for\nwe had him to ourselves for the next day or so.\n                I\nfinally worked it all in right up to my knot. God how I wish it were in there\ntoo, but I was no fool. What he might take from the inside wasn't the same\nthing when it was forced from the outside. It took practice to be able to\nhandle something that sizable, or else I had to be a sadist to want to force it.\nAnd while I was a little bit nasty when someone deserved it, I wasn't one feeling\nit today.\n                He was unconsciously\nclenching up his butt, which was a mistake on his part, but one he was going to\nsuffer for, not me. His sphincter was presently open wider than it had ever\nbeen forced open before; even assuming he had played around with a carrot or a cucumber\nin the past.  It was one thing to use a\ntoy you controlled, and another altogether to have something under another person's\ncontrol active inside you. I was sure to go easy on him.\n                It was\na good thing I had dumped a load or two earlier. I could very easily have blown\nanother inside Daryl, but I was really trying hard to keep it for this kid. But\nwith the snug fit, tight walls and the slipper heat of his insides, I doubted\nmy first time was going to last very long.\n                His\nwhite tipped tail, the only light spot on him, was tickling my chin as I pulled\nback and thrust it home again. He rose off the floor of the tent just a little,\nin part from me and in part from the tension of having his tailhole reamed properly.\n I was pressing my knot against his ass, stretching\nhim just a little more to make it easier for him to deal with the shaft. \n                Bernie hadn't\nmoved, apparently content to stay there sucking him off again. I could feel his\npaws playing with this kid's balls, and every once in a while his fingertips\nfound my knot and gave it a squeeze. \n                It was\nthen that I felt Daryl come up behind me. Apparently the little horndog was\nready to go again, and who was I to stop him? I relaxed for a moment as he slid\nin, and the he took my cue from earlier and let me do the work. It was pretty\nwild getting it twice, and I hoped that Sam was having as much fun as I was.\n                I\nfucked him for a good ten minutes. I might have lasted longer, but he started\nto cum again under the auspices of Bernie's mouth, and his rapid onset of\ncontractions threw me off. I grabbed his hips, and heedless of my brother, I\nrammed it home in time to his wonderful rhythmic spasms. Daryl hung on to keep\nfrom slipping out and altogether we came as one, eventually losing our cohesion\nand falling in a heap.\n We were a sweaty mess, but oh what a wonderful\nmess it was. \n                Sam\npassed out for a bit until Bernie had enough and shoved him off. He woke up startled,\nbut then remembered where he was and what had happened. He rolled up on his\nelbows and gazed at us. \n                \"How\nfar away do you guys live?\"             "}