# Those Damn School Camping Trips

Author: Otter Miqmah
Tags: Anal, Camp, Camping, Cum, Feline, First Time, Highschool, Lemur, Lion, M/M, Male, Oral, Straight, Teenager, Teenagers, Virgin, Virginity Loss

Warning â€" Unauthorized vehicles, unleashed dogs, and underage readers prohibited beyond   
this point. Hard hat zone. Severe tire damage. No Shirt, no shoes, good service.  
  
Also, this is a random little story I ended up writing after an odd "camping" experience at my   
school which involved the theft of a tent, and trying to fit 10 people into a 2 person tent that   
  
didn't quite work out for some reason... Anyways, ignore the little grammatical errors; it's   
porn, not an English textbook.  
  
  
  
  
  
I hated those stupid field trips; they are always a waste of time. I could have been doing a   
hundred better things than going out camping in the stupid wilderness. I thought we had   
evolved past having to ‘rough it out' in the dumb wilderness. Why couldn't I just stay home   
with my laptop, refrigerator and light bulbs? The woods are nothing more than a dark, boring   
place to get covered in bug bites and poison ivy.   
  
But every year, my school made us go out as an end of the year party sort of thing. I guess   
they wanted us to be more rounded or something. Or maybe they just liked to see the nerdy   
kids, like me, squirm as we tried to survive the weekend. I don't know, all I know is that I   
had been forced to suffer through those trips every year since I moved there, and the only   
good thing about that one is that it is the last one.

  I begged my mom to let me stay, but she is with them and their cruel ways and made me   
go. She said that it's my last chance to have fun with my ‘school chums." If only I had any   
friends here. I didn't think she understood that geeky lemurs weren't exactly the popular   
kind of furs. I don't think I'd really made any real friends since coming there six years ago,   
which made those stupid trips even worse.  
  
But, there wasn't much I could do. I was on the bus, watching the fields slowly turn into   
dense woods. The irritating song the rest of the furs on the bus are singing, slowly driving   
me mad as I sat alone in the seat at the very front nibbling at the sandwich my mom packed   
for me. God, I hated those trips.  
  
After what seemed like an eternity of "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves" the bus   
stopped and the teacher yelled "we're here!" at the top of her lungs. Everyone cheered and   
the bus started to rock as the furs started to gather up their things. I sighed as I put the rest   
of my lunch back in the bag and stood up. The doors swung open and I walked off and stood   
in the open area waiting for them to start.  
  

  It was the same thing every year. We all stand in the clearing as they unload the tents and   
assign partners. It was always hell because I usually got paired with one of the popular   
males who always had a hundred friends over and I was forced to hang out elsewhere. I   
didn't even get to sleep in the tent the year before that because my partner and his girlfriend   
took it over. It was hell, and that year was probably going to be no different.  
  
I stood there awkwardly as everyone else slowly emerged laughing at jokes with their   
friends. They filled in around me and once everyone was off the busses, they started the   
pairings. I was hoping that maybe, that year, I might just get a good partner, or at least   
someone I could tolerate. But I didn't keep my hopes up. The teachers all gathered and   
started calling off names. I waited as I watched friends jump in glee as they were partnered.   
About ten names in, my ears perked up at mine.  
  
"Ethan Ruhn, and Robert Hue."  
  
Shit.  
  
Robert was like the most popular jock in school; the one all the females wanted to be with. I   
might as well have just started making a makeshift shelter it the woods right then and there.   
I looked around until I saw him. He was shaking his head in disappointment as his football   
buddies patted him on the back and laughed.   
  

  They finished calling off the pairs and it came time for everyone to get the tents. I walked   
over to the pile, but being the gangly awkward fur that I was, I was quickly shoved away. I   
looked around to see if Robert had made his way to the pile and grabbed one already, but he   
was off to the side socializing as always. I sighed as I tried to push my way back in.   
  
I managed to grab one and I hauled the heavy bag away from the crowd. I looked around   
again to see if I could get Robert to help me, but he was nowhere to be found. With a huff   
and a sigh I heaved the bag over to the camp sight and picked out a spot. Since it looked   
like I wouldn't be getting much help in setting the thing up, I decided to pick the location; far   
from everyone else. Maybe that would keep some of his friends away and I would get some   
alone time for once.   
  
I unzipped the bag and looked at the tangled mess that it contained. The school had been   
using the same tents from quite some time, and they were not treated very well. This one   
looked like it had been stuffed in the bag and that there was quite a bit of duct tape holding it   
together. I pulled on the fabric and the bundle came out and spilled all over the ground. I laid   
down the tarp and spread out the tent. I started to sweat from all the work as I cursed   
Robert quietly to myself.   
  

  Robert appeared from the side and walked up talking with two of his friends. Thank god, I   
didn't think I was going to be able to do it all by myself.   
  
"Hey, Robert, think you could help me?"I yelled to him.  
  
He looked over at me like I had just insulted him. "Looks like you're doing fine on your own.   
I don't want to ruin your groove," he smirked.  
  
Did I mention he was a jackass too? Lions are usually pretty nice, but he sure wasn't. I   
stood there for a few moments before cursing under my breath once again and returning to   
the tent.  
  
After a few more curse words and a few close to death moments, I managed to get the tent   
up. I stomped down the stakes and stood back to admire my work.  
  
Robert walked up to me. "Ehh, kinda crooked, but whatever." He pushed me to the side and   
he and his friends walked into the tent and zipped up the door behind them.  
  
I sighed. This year was going to be terrible.   
  
The teacher had promised food to us after we set up our tents, so I wandered over to get a   
charred hot dog and a handful of chips. I ate them by myself under a tree watching everyone   
else. There were some attractive females that had already gotten into their swimming suits   
and were about to go to the lake for a dip. I used to bring my swim trunks in the hope that   
one day, one of them would ask me to join. But I gave up on that silly dream a while ago.   
  

  After I had finished my food I stood up and wondered back to the tent. Robert and his friends   
were still in there, but as I walked up, the zipper went down and they all walked out,   
completely ignoring me. As they walked away, I went inside; they had already covered the   
place in their stuff, only leaving a small corner to me. I got my backpack and sleeping bag   
and claimed my spot knowing that it would be a miracle if I still had that much room by the   
time they went to sleep.   
  
I pulled out a book and started reading in the quiet of the tent. It was almost nice listening to   
the wind in the trees and having the place to myself. But I hadn't even got more than five   
pages in before Robert and his friends had returned. When they walked in, Robert gave me a   
look as if to say ‘what are you doing here?' I returned the glare as I closed my book.   
  
"Hey, lemur kid," one of his friends said to me, "get your skinny ass out of here. We don't   
want fags in our tent."  
  
My blood boiled. I so wanted to yell "I made this tent, you get out... and I'm not a fag!' but I   
knew that I would be missing some teeth if I did. So I quickly packed up my things and left.   
I found a quiet place with a stump in the shade to keep reading my book until it started   
getting too dark to see. I heard one of the teachers yelling to everyone about a mandatory   
meeting at the fire pit in ten minutes. I reluctantly wondered over there were everyone was   
sitting and socializing. I sat in the back catching the faint heat from the fire as it cracked   
and swirled in the cold air.   
  

  My eyes watched the flames dance in the wide pit until Roberts's voice disturbed my peace   
once again. I looked over and his friend were all pointing at me and laughing. I shot them a   
dirty look and they laughed harder.   
  
One of the teachers stood in front of the fire and started talking. She went over all the   
regulations and rules of the camp that we had all heard so many times before. She talked   
about not leaving food out, and what to do if you get poison ivy, and then a brief overview of   
what would be happening in the next two days.   
  
The entire class moaned as she revealed a new rule of an eleven o'clock curfew. That   
meant that after the meeting everyone had to go to their own tents for the night, and that the   
staff would be doing tent checks to make sure everyone was in their own tent. They all   
moaned again, but I smiled. It meant that Robert's friends couldn't take over the tent, and I   
might have a shot at actually sleeping.   
  
She went on about a few more smaller rules and then we all had to play some silly game   
with a ball of string about how we are all connected. It was all bull, and we all knew it. Once   
the teachers dismissed us, we all walked back to the tents. I made it back before Robert,   
so I took the opportunity to shove some of his stuff off to the side to give me a bit more   
room. I settled into my sleeping bag and clicked on my reading light to get a few pages in   
before he came back.   
  

  Well, he didn't return for a while, which I'm not complaining about. I got a few chapters in   
before he stumbled into the tent. There was a faint smell of alcohol coming from him as I   
rolled my eyes. I looked at my watch. The staff should have gotten to our tent by now.   
Robert popped a few mints and started getting undressed. He must have been one of those   
furs who sleeps in his boxers only. As he plopped down in his sleeping bag, a tapping came   
at the tent door and the flap was pushed over to reveal one of the teachers' faces.   
  
"Let's see here... Ethan and Robert. Good. Ok, just want to remind you both that there is   
no leaving the tent after this, and that breakfast is at nine by the campfire. Night!" The   
teacher smiled and disappeared before the zipper went up and we were locked in.  
  
Robert belched and I could smell the air fill with alcohol vapors again. I just tried to ignore it   
before switching off my light and stashing my book in my backpack. I shifted in my sleeping   
bag before closing my eyes and trying to go to sleep. Robert kept tossing and turning in his   
bag and making a lot of noise, so it was proving to be difficult.  
  

  After thirty minutes of him shifting around, I got fed up and turned to yell at him.   
  
"Hey, could you..." I stopped. He was staring at me, and it looked like his had been so for a   
while. "Um... can I help you?"  
  
I saw a smile appear on his muzzle in the darkness. I squinted to see what he was doing as   
he slid out of his sleeping bag. He wasn't wearing boxers anymore and he was aroused.  
  
"Yes you can..."  
  
"Umm..."  
  
"Shhh... I was watching you put this tent up today; your thin frame showing your lean   
muscles as your fur glistened with sweat. I had to watch you bend over, your tight ass   
sticking in the air... temping me.   
  
"Uhh..." I said very confused by now.  
  
"You have no idea how hard it is to hide a boner when I have to watch you like that."  
  
His paw moved down to his cock and he grabbed it. My eyes followed as his paw moved up   
and down his shaft. From what I could make out in the dark, it was a rather impressive   
appendage, maybe eight or nine inches.   
  
"Mmm... I've been holding this for you all day, you tease. I'm leaking pre like a hydrant."   
  

  "R-Robert? What are you doing?" I said as he stood up on his knees and let his cock bob in   
front of him as a clear drip of pre fell and landed on his sleeping bag.  
  
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm waiting for you to suck my cock."  
  
"But...but I'm not gay."  
  
"Neither am I... but you get me hot."  
  
I looked at his dripping cock again before looking up at his face. I couldn't see any signs   
that this was a joke, and I know he wasn't that drunk.  
  
"So, are you just going to leave me hanging, or are you going to fuck me?"  
  
I felt my pants get a little tight as I thought about the thick dick inside my mouth.  
  
His cock pulsed and a small squirt of pre shot towards me. I moved a little closer and   
looked back at his face. It still seemed honest. I reached out and put my hand around his   
shaft. It was warm in my fingers and hard and soft at the same time. My skin prickled as I   
got a better grip on the thick member. Robert moaned longingly. I never thought my first   
sexual experience would be like this.   
  

  I moved my hand down his shaft and squeezed a little at the base as he moaned again. I   
held the cock so that the tip hovered in front of my small muzzle. He thrust forward a bit and   
his tip pressed against my lips. I pulled back in surprise and licked my lips tasting the slick   
pre. It wasn't bad.   
  
I stuck my tongue out and gently licked it. Robert moaned even louder. I hope no one hears   
us. I guess they wouldn't since I moved our tent so far away. I returned to the cock and gave   
it another lick, and he thrust forward more.   
  
Deciding that it wasn't some sort of trick, and feeling my bulge strain against my   
uncomfortably tight pants, I decided to open my mouth and allow the hot, stiff member to   
enter my mouth. I began sucking on it like I saw in all those pornos, and as I did, Robert   
almost buckled on top of me.  
  
I kept on sucking, and I started to bob my head, letting his cock slide in and out of my   
muzzle. He seemed to enjoy it, so I bobbed a little more, feeling his cock hit the back of my   
throat, and covering my mouth in slick fluid. I pulled off and held the glistening cock in my   
hand as a strand of pre connected it to my mouth. I could hear Robert's heavy breathing.  
  

  I brought it back to my moth and stuck the tip in my muzzle again. My hand gently worked   
his shaft, as my tongue played with his head. He must have really liked that because he   
started purring. I felt a hot flow of pre flow into my mouth again as I gulped it down. I had   
never tasted it before, but I have to admit, I really kind of like it.  
  
His purring turned back into moans and I felt one of his large paws on the top of my head   
gently pushing me closer. His cock entered my mouth more until it pressed against the   
back of my throat. I gagged, but he didn't seem to notice. His hips started thrusting in and   
out, each time bumping into the back of my muzzle. I kind of liked him just taking control of   
me like that; I guess I'm a sub.  
  
After a while, my gag reflex started to get less and less, and I started enjoying having his   
dick ram into me like that. I got an idea. My paw moved up to his ass, and as he thrust   
back in, I pushed too, and swallowed his cock.  
  
My nose pressed against his groin as I felt the thick piece of meat fill me up. He let out a   
moan that was almost a roar as he began trusting again. I had to keep on swallowing to   
keep from choking, but it felt so good. I could feel his cock poke deep inside of me as he   
thrust.   
  

  All of a sudden, his thrusts started getting more sporadic, and I felt his thick cock start to   
pulse in my throat. I felt something hot flow down to my stomach as he pulled out. His still   
pumping cock left my muzzle as he grabbed it himself and shot a few strands of thick cum   
on my face. The warm jizz covered my snout as I got a whiff of it. I felt my cock twitch in   
my pants as he squeezed the last drop of cum from his cock onto me.   
  
As it slowly dripped down my face, and his cock began to soften, he gave me a look that I   
knew meant ‘you're mine now.'  
  
I smiled as I tasted the cum in my mouth. It was good, and I wanted more. I watched his   
long cock hang low as the light from the moon shown through the tent. No wonder he had so   
much cum, his balls were huge! I guess they had to match that cock of his.  
  
He spotted my straining pants, which had now formed a large dark spot of pre on them.  
  
"What are you hiding there?" he said motioning to my crotch.  
  
I was a little embarrassed for some reason as I hid my obvious erection. He just laughed   
quietly and told me to take my pants off.  
  

  I undid my zipper and popped the button and the pressure was relieved. I shimmied out of   
my jeans and looked at my tented boxers. I took off my shirt too, but as I was about to slide   
of my boxers, he stopped me.  
  
"Whoa, why the rush? Make me enjoy it..." he said seductively.   
  
I looked over, and saw that his cock was beginning to harden again. I stood up on my knees   
too and slowly pulled down my boxers, letting my cock bounce up as I freed it. I looked   
down at my hard member and then at the nude lion standing in front of me. He was so hot.  
  
I watched as the muscular figure moved closer to me. I felt his fully hardened cock press   
against my stomach as he pressed his muzzle against mine in a kiss. His tongue entered   
my mouth and met mine as my hand moved up to his thick mane. My fingers moved through   
his soft fur, as my other paw explored his perfectly trimmed body. I moved down his back to   
the base of his tail; it was as thick as his cock. I gently massaged it as I felt one of his   
paws grab my cock and press it against his. He started pumping away at our cocks and we   
both moaned.   
  

  I felt his other paw move down towards my ass, and a finger work its way to my pucker. I   
jumped a little as he pressed against it.  
  
"Mmm... nice and tight. It won't be that way when I'm done with you," he said, breaking the   
kiss.  
  
I looked down at his fat cock again and I pictured it in my ass. I didn't think it would work.   
He moved away and started rummaging through one of his bags as I tried to find the words to   
tell him that I didn't think it would fit.  
  
Before I could figure it out he returned with a bottle of lube.  
  
"I... I... uh... I don't think I can quite... handle you," I said nervously pointing to his dripping   
cock.  
  
"Oh, I know. But we are going to change that. Now, do you want to be on your back or   
hands and knees?"  
  
"Uhh..." I said still trying to picture that huge cock entering me.  
  
"Hands and knees it is."  
  
He grabbed me gently and turned me around. One of his paws grabbed my hips and the   
other pressed against my back, making me kneel forward. My tail wrapped between my legs   
nervously as he pulled away.   
  

  As I stared at the wall of the tent, I waited for him to press that fat cock against me, but   
nothing happened. Right as I turned around to see what was happening, I felt something   
cold hit my ass and drip down. I felt a finger rub the cold fluid all around and with another   
cold squirt I felt that same finger press into me quickly. I yelped and felt all of my fur stand   
on end as I felt the finger wriggle around inside of me. I was full just from the one finger; how   
on earth was I going to take all of him?  
  
I felt him pull out as he commented on how tight I was, and how fun this was going to be.  
  
There was a pause once again. Then I felt something warm press against me. It felt like he   
was holding his arm against my ass, but I knew that wasn't what it was. He started to thrust   
against me, his cock rubbing between my cheeks. I felt the stiff rod rub against my tail hole   
as my body shivered.  
  
He leaned forward, pressing his cock even harder against me as he said, "If you don't cum,   
I'll make it worth your while."  
  

  I pondered what that mean before feeling him slide his long cock out from my crack. I felt   
something warm and soft press against my hole. This was it. With another cool shot of the   
lube, I felt him try to press through, but couldn't.   
  
He told me to loosen up, and realizing that I had tensed in preparation, I let go, and two   
inches of him shot inside of me. I tried to yell, but no noise was coming out. It hurt so   
badly. The pain shot through my body like a bullet and I collapsed under him. He petted my   
back as I got back up. He pulled out a bit, and the stinging pain shot through me some   
more. I felt a tear roll down my cheek fur.   
  
"The pain will go away, just give it time," he said. Had he done this before?  
  
He pushed back in slowly and I felt my hole stretch over his girth more. I tried yelling again,   
but still no noise came out. Probably a good thing, otherwise someone would come to   
investigate.  
  
He shoved another inch in, and I felt him hit something inside of me that made my cock jump   
and shoot out a strand of pre. He pulled out and slowly went back in, pushing another inch.   
He hit that spot again and my cock dripped down to the tent floor.   
  

  I tried to ignore the pain, knowing that there were still a few more inches left to go. I hope he   
was right about it going away. He continued to thrust in and out until I finally felt his hips   
press against my ass.   
  
"There, see, that wasn't so bad," he said to me.  
  
But it was. The pain wasn't getting any better. He started to thrust into me gently, pulling   
out an inch at a time. I could feel him straining, even with the large amount of lube. Slowly   
he worked his way up to thrusting with a few inches. Our bodies began to rock to the rhythm. I heard him begin moaning, and I noticed that either I was getting used to the pain,   
or it was actually leaving. It still hurt, but not as much. After a few more minutes the pain   
had shifted into a pleasurable sensation, and I could feel him poking his cock deep inside of   
me. That special spot kept on getting hit as he thrust, and there was now a pool of pre   
soaking the tent floor. I started moaning, and he began thrusting faster into me.   
  
At that point he had no trouble thrusting into me. He really had loosened me up. He was   
pounding my ass, and each time our bodies met, it made a slapping noise. I clenched down   
on his cock and he started purring again.  
  

  The purring turned into a roar as I felt him shove hard into me and the hot sensation fill me up   
inside. As he continued to thrust into me, I started to feel my own orgasm come.   
Remembering what he said, I tried to stop it, but it was proving to be nearly impossible. I felt   
the point of no return coming right as he pulled out. With all my might I stopped the   
sensation before it arrived. My cock was rock hard and dying for release as one of his paws   
grabbed my shoulder and bent be back up. I felt his muzzle on my neck as he looked over   
my shoulder and down at my cock.  
  
"Well, well, looks like someone didn't cum. That's good."  
  
His paw moved around to my stomach and turned me around. He told me to lay down, so I   
did. He grabbed the bottle of lube and straddled my legs. He globed the lube into his paw   
and slowly worked my cock. I moaned, and he told me it wasn't time yet. I know he   
enjoyed watching me squirm wanting to cum so badly. His soft paw covered every piece of   
my cock before letting go just as I was reaching that point of no return again. I sighed in   
relief and closed my eyes to relax again. I felt something bump into the tip of my cock and I   
looked back up. Robert was kneeling over me, and trying to get my dick into his ass. I   
reached over and grabbed the base of my cock and positioning it under him.  
  

  He found his mark and sat down. I felt his ring go down and around the head of my cock and   
I moaned loudly. He continued to work his way down until he reached my base. He started   
bouncing on me and my cock slid around inside of him. With each bounce I could feel his   
large balls hit my stomach and his even lager hard cock slap against me. My moans got   
louder as I felt my orgasm come closer. He grabbed his cock and started aggressively   
pumping away at it as he continued to ride on me.  
  
His tight warm ass surrounded my rod, and it felt so good. The feeling returned, but I didn't   
want to cum because I wanted to be inside of him forever. But it was no use.  
  
Like a cork in a champagne bottle, I felt my cock release a torrent of cum into him. The   
release felt so wonderful. My mind almost gave out on me. My cock just continued to pump   
away, I didn't think it would ever stop. I felt some cum leak from us and down on my leg.   
Everything felt so warm and fuzzy as I closed my eyes. I sat there letting my orgasm fade   
slowly.   
  

  Right as it ended, I heard Robert moan and my chest and face were covered in strands of   
cum. I opened my eyes and saw him leaning back as he squeezed out the last of his third   
load of the night. How much cum did this guy have?  
  
I felt him pull off as he laid down next to me and passed out. I watched his erection go down   
as I looked down at my cum-covered body. I was too tired to do anything about it so I let my   
body just go to sleep too.  
  
\*\*\*\*  
  
I woke up the next morning and looked around. Robert was laying naked next to me as the   
memoires from the night before flooded back into my brain. I looked down and noticed that   
Robert was aroused and his thick cock was standing straight into the air.   
  
Figuring it couldn't hurt, I gently grabbed him and pumped away at his cock. He stirred a   
little but remained asleep. I brought my muzzle close to him and took a whiff of the scene it   
gave off. I let my tongue lick his entire length as I heard him softly moan in his sleep. I   
gently sucked on his tip, letting his flavorful cock fill my mouth again. I worked the lower part   
of his shaft with my paw as I bobbed up and down on the rest. I wanted to taste his cum   
again.   
  

  It didn't take long before I could feel his cock begin to pulse in my paw and my muzzle filled   
with his warm jizz. That lion has an endless supply. I licked his cock clean. He must be a   
really heavy sleeper. I savored the taste in my mouth as I licked his softening shaft a little   
longer until I saw him start to wake up. He saw me laying there naked and aroused, sucking   
as his softening cock, and sat up quickly.  
  
"Good morning!" I said happily, wiping some cum from my muzzle.  
  
I watched his face go from a confused look to a look of terror. He shook his head slowly   
mumbling to himself. He quickly stood up and started putting on his clothes. He gathered a   
few things in his backpack and headed towards the entrance of the tent as I watched him   
silently.  
  
"You tell anyone about what we did last night, and they are going to have to write a memorial   
page for the yearbook, got it?" he said and he heaved his backpack onto his shoulder.  
  
I nodded and giggled.  
  
"Oh, and you might want to clean up before you leave," he said before unzipping the door and   
walking out in a rush, cursing to himself.  
  

  I looked down. My fur was covered in cracked strands of cum. I picked at one of the wads   
and laid back down enjoying the cold air on my naked body.   
  
I was wrong, that was the best camping trip ever. :3

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