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                Yes,

there was more to the camping trip, but don't you think I should leave a little

of it to the imagination? After all, it wasn't like we were purposely going out

of our way to advertise what we were doing.

                I will,

if you'd like, tell you what happened a mere week later. You see, Sam didn't

live all that far from where we lived, but it was in a different school

district than ours. He lived about fifteen miles away, in an old farmhouse that

had been in his family for several generations. His mom inherited it, and of

course his step dad lived there too.  I

was a bit surprised when I got a call from that guy just a few days after our

camping trip.

                "Hey!"

I said, the surprise obvious in my voice.

                "Hey to

you too! I wanted to thank you for watching after Sam the other day. He has

nothing but great things to say about you guys. He had a terrific time and so

did I. It was nice to be able to fish without worrying about him."

                "No

problem. He was pretty fun to have around."

                "Glad

to hear it! Would you and your brother be interested in coming over this

weekend? I was thinking of taking the missus out for the weekend, and if you

guys could come over, then I know she wouldn't worry. I want her to have a good

time, since I did get to go fishing all by my lonesome while she was stuck here

at the house."

                "Uhh,

you want me to babysit?"

                "Nah!

He'll just be having some friends over. I'll make sure the fridge is stocked,

and you boys can do whatever you want within reason. I mean, if you're

interested."

                "My

weekend is free. And you said my little brother can come along?"

                "Sure!

You guys can sit around playing video games all day if you want. Whatever it is

you guys do."

                "OK,

I'm in. I'm sure Daryl will want to come to. We'll see you in a few days."

                Daryl

freaked out when I told him. "Seriously! Just like that we get invited to go to

his house?"

                "Yeah,

it's pretty sweet, isn't it?"

                "Fuck

yes it is! That guy is totally rocking!"

                Mom and

dad were all for it too, for it gave them more time alone. Let me tell you; it's

isn't every day that everybody wins in a situation. I bought more beer and hid

it in the trunk, and when Friday came we were out the door like a shot.

                There

might have been maybe ten minutes between our arrival and Sam's parents'

disappearance. It was just long enough for me and Daryl to meet his mom and

shake paws with her before they were out the door. Then the tires spun out in

the stone drive and the pickup truck roared off down the road.

                Sam was

grinning. "This is the first time he's taken her anywhere and as you can see,

they're more than excited about going somewhere alone."

                We went

out to the car and brought the beer inside and stuck as much of it as would fit

into the fridge. Sam pulled a couple of frozen pizzas out and tossed them in

the oven.

                "It

takes about a half an hour for those, so let me show you around. This is my

bedroom," he said proudly, showing a room full of posters and action figures,

as well as a game system, television and a few other nice little extravagances.

Overall it was a great arrangement.

                "Nice!"

                "And

your room is here down the hall. You'll have to excuse the antique iron bed,

but it's been with the house like forever and mom won't get rid of it."

                I was

looking over the structure of it, which seemed pretty sturdy. I grabbed the

footboard part and tried to rattle it. Nothing.

                "This

is a pretty solid piece of work. It might prove useful!"

                My

brother looked at it and then to me and smiled. Sam was at a loss, though that

wouldn't last for long. My kid bro was getting used to the way my mind worked.

I wasn't sure if I was happy with that or not. Having a surprise or two up my

sleeve was a nice thing now and again. I hated the thought of becoming

predicable.

                By this

time we could smell pizza, so we hit the kitchen, grabbed the food and sat down

to stuff our faces. I got a beer for each of us, and though it wasn't cold yet,

it was still perfect for washing down our meal.

                Once we

were glutted, Sam suggested that maybe we could get right into things. I

belched and snickered. "Dude, not on a full stomach. Let's just play some video

games or something for an hour. Then I'm all for it."

                That

didn't work out so well. Sam and Daryl just sat there stroking their meat until

I finally relented. "You guys are terrible! Why don't you do something together

and give me time to digest my food. Besides, I ate more than you did."

                Sam

looked at my brother and shrugged. "What the hell.  I don't feel like waiting. How about you?"

                "Sure!

The old man here can join us later if he likes."

                They

both laughed as they headed off down the hall. I was watching Sam walk, and I

did get a little stirring in my loins. After all, the camping trip was only a

few days past, and my memory was still strong on that wonderful weekend. But I

had told the truth. I was full and I didn't want to make myself sick. If I was

going to be getting busy, I wanted to do it right.

                However,

there was nothing that said I couldn't watch. 

After a few minutes I shut off the game and walked quietly down to Sam's

room. The door was open a crack, so I peeked through it. Yeah, it was sort of

silly, knowing as I did that we were all on the same page, but I was curious

what they were doing without me. I figured the minute they knew I was around,

they'd probably behave differently. It was just vulpine nature after all.

                The

little pervs had already stripped and Daryl was on his knees in front of Sam,

who was sitting on the edge of his bed. Sam's eyes were shut and his paws were

on my brother's head. My cock got a little perkier upon seeing that. It was

pretty cool just being an observer, something I had never really considered

before. I mean watching porn was one thing, but watching it happen in real life

was pretty awesome!

                Sam let

out a groan as his cock got sucked into that willing mouth. I could see my brother's

paws moving and I knew he was playing with his balls at the same time. I liked

it when he did that to me so I had to assume that Sam was enjoying it too..

                As I

watched them go at it, I disrobed, careful not to make any noise. These old floorboards

were a bit creaky. I started stroking off, finding that action alone was hardly

enough to agitate my overly full stomach. I figured by the time they were done

I would be plenty ready to go join in the fun.

                Daryl

was going at it with gusto, his head bobbing to and fro with increasing speed.

I envied that kid right about now, but I figured my chance would come along

soon enough.

                Daryl

made quick work of it, bringing his new friend to a quick and powerful climax.

Sam fell back on the bed as my brother sucked him off and kept right on going.

Then he stood up, lifted his friend's legs and lined up his own cock for the

kill.

                I hoped

the kid could take a dry entry. Daryl could still be a little prick at times

when it came to some things. What I hadn't noticed was that he had given him a good

rimming first to loosen him up. I guess I got a little too absorbed in my own

voyeurism that I wasn't paying close attention. He slipped his cock in with

ease.

                Sam

grunted and then leaned back and relaxed.  My little brother leaned into the bed, as

Sam's legs were dangling over the side. I figured I'd stroke off and watch

until he was finished, after which I would take my turn. That fine, puckered

hole would be just perfect by the time he was done reaming it. I just had to

make sure I didn't overdo it with my masturbating. I didn't want to blow a load

on the floor when I could be pumping it into his ass.

                I

watched them go at for a while, at one point nearly entering the room and

pulling Daryl off and taking his place. It was a close thing, but I found the

patience to wait him out. After all, I loved the little guy, more now than

ever. He was still a jerk sometimes, but then so could I, so I guess that made

us even.

                Sam's

bed was creaking as the two of them grunted and strained until the breaking

point was reached. I'm referring to their breaking point, not the bed's, for it

was as solid as the one we were going to be sleeping on. No, I mean that they

had more than enough of the friction they were generating and let loose, each

in their own way. Daryl dumped a load inside, while Sam brought forth another

and sprayed his cum right up into my kid brother's face. He didn't even mind,

not one bit.

                I

waited a moment or two longer before walking in on them. Daryl had slumped to

the floor, and Sam was still draped over the edge, but was slowly sliding off

the mattress. I strode it, my cock stiff and literally glowing red, and scooped

up the black fox and carried him down to the guest bedroom. Not once did he cry

out or complain, but I think he had a few questions. I figured he would get

what I was planning as I did it. There was no sense in spoiling the surprise.

                I

lightly tossed him on the old iron bed, looked around for something to tie him

to it, and finally opted to use an old pair of his mom's nylons that were

sitting on the nightstand. I hoped she wouldn't miss them, because they were

hardly going to be usable for their intended purpose by the time I was

finished. I looped them through the back and quickly secured his paws to the

bars. He looked at me, both amused and slightly terrified. I think he knew I

wasn't going to hurt him, but outside of that he had no idea what I had

planned.

                It wasn't

anything particularly kinky. The fact was, I remembered all too well the

feeling of raping Daryl when the window had stuck down tight when he was trying

to escape. I found that I had liked the fact that he was helpless against me.

Sam was a pretty little fox, for a boy that is, and I knew I was going to

relish the thought of him being my captive until I was good and ready to let

him go again.

                I had

him bound in no time, and he looked back at me as I climbed up on the bed. I

pushed his knees forward and lifted his tail, not being in the mood for being

overly subtle. I wanted my cock in his ass and that was precisely what I was

going to get. I dropped a little spit on my tip and shoved it in. Sam jerked

forward a little, pressing his head against the bars as I pushed my swollen cock

deep into his body.

                I was

getting to like this way too much. At this rate I would forgo girls all together,

which wasn't all bad, considering the amount of trouble they could be. Here, we

could fuck until we were tired, and then do something else that we could all

agree upon. Like maybe fucking some more. Girls got to be so damn touchy about

that. They wanted a lot of attention, but not the same kind guys wanted. I

could really see the advantages of this sort of relationship.

                And

realistically, ass was as good as, if not better than anything girls had to

offer.

                I slid

my length in, wanting to knot up inside him right away. I wanted this to last,

and I wanted it to last a good long time. If I had my way about it, I was going

to give this old bed a rocking like it hadn't had in several generations. Then

again, I doubt that there had been any same-sex sex on it during its century long

existence. There was a first time for everything.

                I

worked myself in until I was pressed snugly against his backside. His lovely

dark tail was up in my face, but I didn't mind that one bit. I grabbed his hips

and did a couple of experimental thrusts. He groaned as I did, and the sound

drove me a little over the edge. He was into this too, and that meant that we

were both going to get some enjoyment out of this. I was considering  at that moment kidnapping him for a week. By

the time I was through with him, he'd be my little bitch just like Daryl was.

                Wishful

thinking I guess.

                From

there on out it got very noisy in that room. The bed had old metal interlocking

springs, and they groaned and rasped as I built up speed. Sam kept his head

pressed against the bars; mostly I think to keep his head from being repeatedly

banged into them. It was a good plan on his part.

                I was

soon grunting as I fucked his tight ass for all I was worth. Daryl's

preliminary loosening of it was probably a good thing, for this kid had a knack

of being able to constrict his muscles fairly tightly. If he stayed like this

for all of his life, he was going to make someone very happy. I could almost

see it being me.

                The

whole idea of it turned me on, and my knot inflated like it was hooked up to a

air compressor. Sam let out a gasp as it filled up the space normally reserved for

his sphincter and stretched it taut. God that was nice. Yeah, so I was hooked;

sue me.  When all of your cock is surrounded

by a hot damp tunnel, and your knot is being constricted by a hot, inviting

ass, what else where you supposed to feel?

                Fucking

awesome of course!

That was the only apt description. I

was just contemplating what the rest of the day was going to hold for me when

Daryl came in. He was eyeing me with a slight grin on his face.

"Having fun big brother?"

"You had better fucking believe it!"

"Sam?"

He pulled his head away from the

bars for a second.

"I'll have more fun with fewer

interruptions."

The kid was saucy! And it was obviously

by his tone that he wasn't looking for me to stop anytime soon. Daryl grinned

even wider and climbed upon the bed. I wasn't sure what he thought he was going

to do, but he made that quite apparent in no time. He slipped under Sam, grabbed

the bars himself, and worked the kid's hard cock into his own ass. We were a

threesome again!

Sam pulled against his bonds,

finding some need to have a little control over his present plight, if you

could call it that. His cock was in my brother, and my cock was in him, so I didn't

see where there was a problem. As it was, my thrusts provide the impetus for

the whole group of us.

With the added weight, the bed

really began to complain. I was listening to none of it. All I had ears for

were the groans and moans coming from the other two occupying space on the

mattress. It was music to my ears.

Daryl could feel every push I made,

for as my cock shifted inside Sam, it pushed up on his own anatomy, as I just

sort of mentioned. If not for the knot, I might very well have had enough free

range to really make his cock rock. As it was, his throbbing was twofold; in

part from his racing heart and in part from having such a large cock in his diminutive

ass, working it through the thin barrier inside as if it were a mere puppet.

The three of us were there for a

good thirty minutes, maybe longer. They had gotten off already, so it was up to

me to blow a load. I was holding back with all my might, because quite honestly

I didn't want this feeling to end. All I had to do was look at his paws all tied

up and I was ready to blow. So I shut my eyes and worked on restraining my

normal impulses. It sort of didn't matter, as I was stuck in there until my

knot subsided, but given the choice, I wanted to ride this out for as long as I

could. The longer you could wait, the more intense was the sensation of cum

ripping through your urethra.

I was damn proud of myself. I held

out longer than the little pervs could. It started with Daryl, who was so into

this that he blew is load all over his and Sam's chest. Sam blew his load

inside Daryl, who began to quiver even more than during his own ejaculation.

That was enough for me, who leaned it, grabbed the bars and pounded the living

daylights out of Sam.

The bed was shaking like it was in

the midst of an earthquake. I was thrusting for all I was worth, tearing him up

(figuratively, not really) and pumping his fine rear end with everything I had

saved up just for this. My knot was throbbing with a life of its own as I

continued to wail on him for as long as my legs held out. Eventually I fell to

the bed, pinning my brother between Sam and the bed. We were all still

connected, and it was a great feeling, let me tell you.

We all managed to fall asleep for a

little bit. It wasnl;t long, and I guess that if anyone didn't get a few winks

in, it was Daryl. Being on the bottom had to be a little difficult with two

bodies pressing down, but he didn't complain once.

I was too sated to move, and as my

cock was still stiff inside, I wasn't in any hurry to move. When I can back to

my senses, I told him as much.

"Move if you want to, but I'm not.

As soon as I get my second wind, I'm going to go back at it again."

"But what if I want another turn?"

"Dude, we have all weekend. Don't get

greedy."

He did manage to worm his way out. "So

what do I do now?"

Sam answered for him. "You can play

on the systems, or you can watch us. Just keep the noise down either way. I don't

want to be disturbed."

I was really getting to like this

kid. I had to show him just how much.

But that is for another story.