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With a heavy sigh, I flopped down on the couch, hard enough to bounce with the impact. I stared dismally out the window behind the TV, feeling my stress headache throb dully behind my eyes. A few minutes later, Sean walked into the apartment, dropped his backpack in the front hall and flopped down beside me face first.

“Rough day?" I asked.

Sean groaned into the couch in reply. “I am never letting an intern into my lab again," he mumbled after a long pause.

“James again?"

“Yup." Sean rolled over and sat up. “I just figured out today that he screwed up fifteen benthic invert counts. Apparently he misunderstood the methodology. So I'm going to need to go through all of them myself and verify his counts, never mind the fact that I should have had them entered into a spreadsheet a week ago." He looked over at me. “What's your story?"

I snorted. “Had a bouldering class booked today, and someone accidentally took the key to the storage shed home. So I had to try to run class without safety equipment. Went about as well as you'd expect. Turns out that when you run a climbing class and don't do any actual climbing, your students and their parents get a bit irate."

“Ugh." Sean rubbed his face with his hands. “You ever wish you could just mulligan a whole week? Just go back and call a do-over."

“I have, but apparently time-traveling comes with an obligation to kill a bunch of infamous historical figures, and I don't really go for that."

“Not to mention that killing the figure doesn't kill the socioeconomic factors that enabled their rise to power."

I reached out and nudged his shoulder with all the playfulness I could muster. “Your academic is showing again."

Sean weakly waved an arm at me to ward me off. “I don't have the energy to filter myself."

We sat there beside each other in silence for a little while, staring out the window. The feeder Sean had erected in the backyard swung in the wind, bereft of visitors.

An idea suddenly occurred to me. “Do you want to go camping?" I asked.

Sean started, then frowned at me. “Come again?"

I looked over at him. “Camping. You and me. This weekend. Hell, maybe we can cash in couple of our sick days and make it a bit longer than a weekend."

Sean shook his head. “Alek, as much as I'd love to spend a weekend in the middle of nowhere with my lynx boyfriend-“

“Hunky lynx boyfriend," I corrected him. “If you're going to refer to me in third person, at least use the right adjectives."

Sean scowled. “-with my arrogant, self-absorbed, hunky lynx boyfriend, there's the slight issue that I don't own a tent. Or a sleeping bag."

“I do," I replied. I hoisted myself off the couch and started rummaging around in the storage closet. “They're both doubles, too." I felt Sean's eyes burning into my back and sighed. “No, they're not left over from a past relationship, you jealous lunk. I spent a couple summers camping with friends, and we didn't have any hangups about sharing sleeping bags."

I finally located the bundles and hauled them out. “So. Camping? This weekend?"

Sean looked at the bundled camping equipment, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “Let's do it," he said.

Two days and an uncomfortably long car ride later, I unfolded myself from Sean's car, frantically massaging feeling back into my legs. “Gaahh, I hate cars," I complained.

“You want to walk three hundred kilometres on foot, be my guest," Sean shot back, knuckling his back.

I looked around. “So… which campsite is ours?" Hopefully it wasn't one of these ones. They were… serviceable, but not exactly what I'd had in mind. I was hoping for a nice clearing, surrounded by dense forest, looking over the lake. A bit idealistic, I know, but the campsites down the road, which didn't even have a line of sight to the lake… well, they left something to be desired.

“None of these," Sean replied, shouldering his backpack and tucking the tent under one arm. He walked off toward a building down by the lake. “Bring the cooler!" he called over his shoulder.

Confused, I grabbed the cooler, camp stove and dry foods and hauled them toward the building. “Wait, what do you mean none of these?" I asked. “Why are we parked here?"

Sean stopped in front of the building and knocked on the door. “This kind of campsite wasn't really what I had in mind," he explained. “The ones I want are a bit more off the beaten track."

Muffled footsteps sounded inside the building, and then a tired-looking grizzly bear opened the door. He looked down at Sean, lips curling in a desultory attempt at a welcoming smile. “Sean, right?" he rumbled. “Come around to the back. Worry about the waivers after we've got you set up with a canoe."

I nearly dropped the armload of food. “C-Canoe?" I sputtered. “What do you mean canoe?"

Sean smirked. “The campsite I booked is over there," he said, pointing to the large island in the centre of the lake. “Need to take a canoe to get there. Is that all right with you, or is my hunky lynx boyfriend afraid of getting wet?"

I narrowed my eyes. Sean knew damn well that I didn't like water. “You did this on purpose," I growled.

Sean shrugged, his face impossible to read. “Not my fault the good campsites are water access."

A few waivers, some hauling and a few minutes of finding a life jacket that fit Sean's slim frame found us seated in the canoe, Sean in the back whistling cheerily while propelling us through the water with even, powerful strokes, and me in the front, fur bristling, glaring distrustfully at the water as it sped by. If he makes a cheery comment about going for a swim when we get there, I thought dismally, I'm throwing him overboard.

“You know, when we get there," Sean mused, “I think I'm going to go for a swim. Check the water out."

I gritted my teeth and willed my paws to let go of the gunwales so I could make good on my promise, but they stubbornly stayed curled around them. A sudden movement from Sean set the canoe tipping a bit, which he quickly corrected for, but very much demolished any ideas I had about moving from my spot.

“I'm going to get you for this," I muttered. “You know that, right?"

“You know, there was another campground that had good campsites without water access," Sean said, as if he hadn't heard me. “But it was another two hours away. I wasn't really in the mood to drive that far, and I don't think you were either."

“All about tradeoffs, isn't it," I said bitingly.

I could practically feel Sean's sunny grin. “Exactly!" he replied.

Before long, we'd beached the canoe on the island. I tied it to a nearby tree, trying as best as I could to hide how grateful I was to be on land again.

Sean walked past, holding the cooler. “Your tail is still fluffed up," he said mildly. I snarled and made a grab for his collar, but he danced away, cackling. “Come on," he said, jerking his head toward the campsite. “I need you to set up the tent."

I occupied the next couple hours by planning out my elaborate revenge. Maybe I'd pin him down in the middle of the night and tease him relentlessly. Or tie him up and spank him until he was begging for mercy. Before I knew it, the sun had set, the campfire was merrily crackling and driving the chill from the September air, and Sean was leaning back against my chest as we roasted sausages over the flames. I suddenly realized that I was feeling relaxed for the first time in weeks, and all plots of calculated revenge fled my thoughts.

“You win," I said. “This was worth it."

Sean shifted against my chest. “I knew you'd come around eventually."

“And the fact that you packed my favourite sausages was a coincidence and not an insurance policy?"

Sean shrugged. “Why would I ever gamble if I hadn't stacked the deck?"

“Uh… hi there?"

Me and Sean both nearly flung our sausages into the fire with how high we jumped. I carefully handed my skewer to Sean and rose to my full, imposing height. “Can I help you?" I asked, turning around, and looking down when I realized the interloper was shorter than I'd expected.

He was a fennec fox, slim and compact, standing as tall as Sean only if you counted his ears. He waved cheerfully, tail swishing behind him. “I know it's a bit of an ask, but can we share your fire?"

“We?" I asked dumbly. I blinked as a panther materialized from the dark. He waved silently. “Uh… yeah, I don't see why not. But why don't you guys have your own-“

“I forgot the firewood," the fennec said casually, settling down beside Sean. “Oh, hello! You're a human!"

Sean blinked. “Is that surprising? There's kinda a lot of us."

The fennec shook his head, ears flopping comically. “No, no! I just thought you were something else at first. I was leaning more toward otter just judging from your silhouette." He turned back to me. “So how do you two know each other? Are you friends, co-workers, what?"

“Callum," the panther said sharply, his voice a harsh rasp.

The fennec winced. “Right. Sorry. I talk too much sometimes. Bit of a… I'm doing it again." He closed his mouth with an audible click and stood there silently, looking awkward.

Sean looked back and forth between us. “How about we start with introductions?" he suggested. “I'm Sean. My boyfriend over there is Alek. You're Callum, I guess?" The fenned nodded. “Great. And you?" he asked, nodding toward the panther.

“He's Cid," Callum said. “He doesn't talk too much. Had some vocal cord damage in a car accident when he was a kid." His ears flattened when he saw the glare the panther shot him. “I, uh… I'm also not supposed to just spout that to strangers. He doesn't like to talk about it."

Cid raised his hands and flickered them through a series of gestures. Callum's ears lifted slightly. “Yeah, yeah, I'm working on it." More gestures. “I am too!"

I ignored them and sat down on Sean's other side. “I was hoping to be alone," I muttered to him.

“Had some evil plans, did you?" he whispered back, nudging my shoulder with his.

“Mmm. Can I be faulted for wanting to see you by moonlight?"

“Uh, are we interrupting something?" Callum's voice cut in. “Because we can leave if you want."

Cid signed something angrily and crossed his arms. Callum rolled his eyes. “I know we still won't have a fire. I can tell when someone wants some privacy."

I sighed heavily. “It's fine. Really. You can set up here for the night if you want. We don't mind."

Sean beamed at them. “We really don't." I mentally sighed. So much for getting any action tonight.

“Well, I wouldn't feel right if we didn't pay you back in some way," Callum replied. “Cid! Get the alcohol."

As Cid set his rucksack down and started pulling things out, Sean turned to the fennec. “You don't have to," he said. “I don't really drink, and Alek doesn't like-“

My ears perked up when Cid pulled out a case of familiar bottles. “It'll be fine," I cut in. “Cid has excellent taste in craft beer."

The panther looked up at me, smirked, and tossed me a bottle. I caught it and raised it in cheers. “The contract is sealed," I said melodramatically.

We spent the next couple hours drinking and chatting. Well, Callum did the lion's share of the talking, but since he was talking for two it evened out somewhat. They'd been going steady for two years now, confirming my suspicions that they weren't just close friends. Callum was a special effects editor for a local studio in the city that specialized in color correction. Cid was a sports physiotherapist, and visibly perked up when I mentioned my own job as a mountain guide. Turns out he used to compete in rock climbing in high school. A bit more prodding found that he'd placed just ahead of me in a competition in my senior year. He'd been a junior then.

“That was… before the accident," Callum translated Cid's signing, then fell into awkward silence. Seemed that was it for that topic.

Cid looked up from the fire, winced, and hurriedly signed something. Callum rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, you didn't make it that awkward. Relax. You've been saying you wanted to get back into rock climbing anyway. Maybe Alek can hook you up!"

“I do run rock climbing and bouldering classes in the off season," I offered.

Cid sat in silence, thoughtfully moving his fingers over his beer bottle. Finally, he raised his hand and signed something that made Callum burst out in laughter.

“He said… hoo…" Callum started once he'd gotten control of himself. “It's an inside joke. Wouldn't make any sense to you guys."

Before long, we were all yawning, and retired to our tents. I left the fire to burn down to cinders and crawled into the tent. Sean had already undressed, and was flipping through a novel by the light of the lamp, his cock flopped limply over a thigh.

I grinned and watched him for a moment, admiring the curve of his ribs as his chest rose and fell, the way the light played over his stomach and cast the hollow of his sternum into sharp relief…

“You're staring."

I blinked. “So? I'm not allowed to admire you?"

Sean carefully marked his page and put the book down. “I'm not complaining. I'm just saying if you want me to pose, I'll happily oblige."

I growled approval and stripped my own clothes off before lying on top of him and capturing his mouth with mine. He gasped as I slid my hips against his, and I felt him start to grow against my own hardening length. I transferred my mouth to his throat, grinding harder. "We… we shouldn't," he whispered. “They might hear. And I don't know if…"

I paused. “They probably won't mind. Might even get off on it." Still, I relented and rolled off of him. “I was really hoping for some time with just the two of us."

Sean rubbed my chest. “We get that all the time at home. What we really came out here to do was relax and get away from things. And hey, you seem to have made a friend, so what's the problem?"

I sighed. “There isn't one. I'm just complaining."

“Exactly," Sean replied, snuggling up to my side. “Now go to sleep. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. Something to do with shuttling a scared kitty across the lake in a canoe."

“You just had to get one last jab in, didn't you," I grumbled, but I let him have the last word. Before long, I was studying the tent ceiling while he snored gently beside me. Eventually my eyes drifted shut.

I was woken by quiet muttering and rustling. I blinked and shifted. Sean was on his side beside me, arms wrapped around one of mine, snoring quietly.

I settled back down and closed my eyes. Maybe it was just a feral raccoon rummaging through the campfire ashes. I could deal with that. Then my ears perked up. Those were definitely voices. My foggy brain suddenly remembered Callum and Cid. They'd set up their tent not far from ours. Maybe they were the kind to wake up briefly in the middle of the night.

Then I heard a wet, slurping noise, and an unmistakable, wet, rhythmic sound. I rolled back toward Sean and blushed, doing my best to ignore the sounds of oral sex drifting out of their tent. Part of my mind vaguely wondered who was blowing who, before it was shouted down by the more rational part.

Even though I struggled to ignore it, I was growing hard. I shifted awkwardly, but that just pressed my arm harder into Sean's front, and grazed my fingers against his own rock-hard length. Great. Of course he was hard in his sleep. To make things worse, he moaned at the contact and started thrusting his hips toward my hand.

I grudgingly curled my fingers around his shaft and let him thrust into my grip, while the rhythmic slurping sped up. I could practically hear the panting coming from the other tent.

Dammit. I carefully extricated my arm from Sean's grip and quietly unzipped the sleeping bag, pulling it back just enough to expose Sean's lower body. I moved down, eyeing his twitching length, licking my lips. A muffled moan from the other tent was all I needed. I swooped in and took him in my mouth, rasping my tongue over his head.

Sean gasped, but kept snoring. I started to bob, slowly and carefully at first, then with increasing confidence. The entire time, Sean kept snoring, which the sounds of sex from the other tent continued to increase in volume. From the twin clashing rhythms I could hear, there was no longer a question of who was sucking who; they must have been in a sixty-nine or something similar.

I redoubled my efforts on Sean's cock, seized by a strange desire to make him cum at the same time as one of our visitors did.

Suddenly, Sean let out a loud moan and his cock throbbed in my mouth. I froze, even as my mouth filled with the salty taste of his cum, as the slurping from Cid and Callum's tent suddenly stopped. I realized my mouth was about to overflow and hastily swallowed as Sean painted my tongue with the last of his load. I released his cock from my mouth and anxiously looked back, but he just started snoring again, a small smile on his face.

With that, I heard a quiet chuckle from the other tent and the slurping started up again. It quickly rose to a crescendo, and I a voice that was unmistakably Callum let out a moan to rival Sean's. My ear twitched. I gave even odds that was on purpose. Soon the sounds stopped, and all that I could hear was the slight wind, the trilling of the frogs, and Sean's snoring. Eventually, I drifted back off, conflicted about what it seemed I'd just learned.

I woke up to an empty tent, the smell of woodsmoke, overlaid by the unmistakable scent of coffee and bacon that cut through my sleepy fog like a razor. I snapped upright, sniffing the air, barely remembering to put at least some pants on before I stumbled out of the tent.

Sean grinned at me over a pan of bacon, a half-empty mug of coffee in his lap. “I thought that would wake you up." Callum and Cid were cooking their own breakfast of instant oatmeal over the fire.

I rubbed my eyes, noting the angle of the sun. “I overslept, didn't I?"

“Oh yeah," Sean replied. “Could have woken you up, but you were curled up so peacefully. It was adorable."

“Please don't call me that ever again," I said, taking a place beside the campfire. I looked over at Sean. “You're cheery."

Sean wiggled his mug of coffee. “Second one. And I made it strong."

Cid and Callum soon wandered off, saying they were going to canoe back to shore and see if they could get some firewood of their own. I noticed that they left their tent pitched near ours, though. Honestly, I didn't mind their company. I resolved to offer our fire to them for tonight too when they came back.

“I had a very nice dream last night," Sean commented suddenly.

I flicked my ear nervously. “Did you," I replied, keeping my voice neutral.

“Yeah." Sean came closer and lowered his voice huskily. “I dreamed that someone was sucking me off. Came right in their mouth. Pretty sure I didn't just cum in the dream, either."

“That's interesting," I said noncommittally.

“You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? Didn't decide to take advantage of me while I was asleep?"

I sighed. “Busted."

Sean poked at the bacon. “What prompted it? It's not often you just decide to suck me off, especially without taking care of yourself, let alone while I was asleep."

I shook my head. “This is going to sound weird."

“Try me."

“Cid and Callum were sucking each other off too," I blurted.

Sean cocked his head. “Huh. That's bold of them. And they were loud enough for you to hear them?"

I gestured toward the tents. “Thin walls. I could hear everything."

“And it got you riled up enough that you wanted a taste of me."

I smiled weakly. “Pretty much, yeah."

“Knowing that they could probably hear you too."

Sean left me with that while he took the pan off the heat. “Well, for the record, I'm not mad at you. So you can relax there. I would like to be awake the next time you suddenly decide to give me some oral pleasure, though."

It took a few hours for Cid and Callum to come back. Sean went for a swim, as he'd promised, and declared the water to be excellent while I watched sullenly from shore, a life jacket beside me in case of emergency. By the time our visitors returned, we'd hiked a circuit around the island, and I was sitting on a stump, sketching a neat-looking rock outcropping, while Sean sat in the shade reading. I was too engrossed in my work to notice until Callum materialized behind me.

“Whatcha working on?" he asked, making me jump. By some superhuman force of will I kept my pencil steady.

“I'm sketching," I said peevishly, putting the pencil away and selecting a darker one.

I felt the fennec's breath on my ear as he leaned over my shoulder. “Huh. This is pretty good. Did you go to school for this?"

“As a matter of fact, I did," I replied, shading the underside of the outcropping a little darker. “Three years in fine arts. Dropped out after that."

I could feel Callum's look of confusion and knew exactly what was coming next. I'd had this conversation too many times already, most recently with Sean. “But why?" Callum asked, confirming my suspicion. “If you'd already done three years, you weren't going to flunk out. Why not finish and get the degree?"

“Because," I said evenly, smudging some of my pencil strokes with a blending stump, “there was too much pressure to perform. I realized I liked drawing better as a hobby than a job. It was either drop out or burn out and never pick up a pencil again. I chose the former. End of story."

“Easy, jeez," Callum replied. “Don't have to get so defensive."

“Sorry," I said, sighing. “I've had to justify that decision way more than I liked. I'm sick of telling the story, is all." I returned to the lighter pencil. “Now if only I could get this texture right. Why are rocks so complex?"

“Beats me," Callum said, ignoring the obvious rhetorical nature of the question. “You should ask Cid. He's the amateur geologist."

I snorted. “Let me guess, he drop out of an earth sciences program?"

“No, but he does have a nice rock collection-“

“Minerals," Cid rasped from by the campfire.

Callum's annoyance was palpable. “Fine. He has a nice mineral collection. Hey Cid, want to tell Alek here why rock textures are so complex?" There was a pause while the panther signed. “He says it's because a rock is a collection of a bunch of different minerals, each of which reflect differently. Huh. Yeah, that would be a pain to draw. Good luck with that!"

“For the record, that question was rhetorical," I called out as the fennec walked away.

“I don't know what that means," Callum sang as he pranced back to the fire. “Oh, shut up, Cid. I don't want an explanation. Sometimes ignorance is bliss."

I ignored them and went back to my drawing. Soon, I felt a presence beside me. I looked over and saw Cid in the same position Callum had occupied, looking over my shoulder. Once I noticed him, he sat down beside me. I nodded at him in acknowledgement and kept working, welcoming the silence that came with him. After a bit, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed something out. I focused on detailing the small tree growing out of the top of the outcrop until he cleared his throat and gestured toward the phone.

Sorry about Callum, he'd typed out. He's always excited to meet new people. Like a damn puppy.

I chuckled. “You can say that again. His energy goes past infectious right to exhausting."

Cid erased what he'd written and typed again. You get used to it eventually. That's what I keep telling myself.

“I hate to break it to you, but if you're making apologies for him, I think you're used to it."

Cid laughed, a hideous, painful noise, before wincing and grabbing his throat. Now that I'd gotten a closer look at him, I could see the wicked scars that crossed his throat. Must have been a miracle that he'd even survived whatever had done that.

He waved a hand, catching my attention. He gestured towards his face, and I didn't need to know sign language to recognize the meaning: my eyes are up here.

“S-sorry," I stammered, looking away. “Didn't mean to stare."

I'm used to it, he typed. I'm also noticing neither you or Sean asked about it. Thanks for that.

I shrugged. “None of our business. It's obviously a sensitive topic. We're not the type to pry."

It speaks well to you. He pulled the phone back and typed something else. My heart skipped a beat when I read it. We heard you last night, by the way.

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Well, you guys weren't exactly being quiet either."

In our defense, we thought you were both asleep.

“We were. You woke me up."

Cid raised an eyebrow. Light sleeper, he typed. Still, it sounds like Sean enjoyed it, in the end.

I returned my attention to the sketch. “All right, now we're getting into too much detail."

Cid chuckled, wordlessly clapped me on the shoulder, stood and left. I applied some final shading to the rock, lifted the sketch and frowned. I still didn't like how the texture turned out. But then again, art was never finished, only abandoned. It was good enough. I flipped to another page and started sketching rough body shapes, just to practice my fundamentals a bit. I let myself draw on autopilot while my mind wandered. It was only when I was working on fine shading that I realized I was sketching my best guess at what Callum and Cid looked like under their clothes and hastily closed the sketchbook. A dull throbbing in my pants reminded me that I hadn't had any relief since before we arrived.

I sighed and sat back to watch the sunset. Sean joined me before too long. I draped an arm around his shoulders, and he rested his head against my arm. We stayed that way until the sun dipped below the horizon.

“Truth or dare? Seriously?" Sean slurred slightly, leaning back against a stump. “What is this, high school?"

I casually reached over and pulled the half-empty beer bottle out of his reach. Sometimes I forgot how much of a lightweight he was. I was feeling a slight buzz myself, but it seemed like Callum was the most affected. He'd made the suggestion.

“Yeah, why not?" Callum said. “It's a great – hic – great way to get to know each other better."

Cid sighed and gestured. Callum shot him a peeved look. “I am not that drunk. If you're that worried, I'll cut myself off starting now. Except when the game tells me to drink. But that won't happen too often."

I sat back, studying the stars above us. “Hell with it," I said. “Why not. I'm game."

Sean gave me a surprised look, but then shrugged. “All right, sure. Let's play."

Callum looked expectantly at Cid, who sighed and nodded after a long pause. “Great!" Callum crowed. “So the rule is that you can refuse any question or dare that you want, but you have to drink as a penalty."

I raised a hand. Talk about it being high school again. “What if we've had a bit too much already and maybe shouldn't be drinking more?" I jerked my head toward Sean.

Callum sat and thought for a moment. His face brightened. “I know! If you don't drink, then you need to do a different dare that the rest of us all agree on. And no backing out of that one!"

“Seems reasonable," I said. “So who's starting?"

Sean looked over. “You asked, so I guess you."

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Callum. Truth or dare?"

Callum grinned. “Dare."

I realized I hadn't actually thought of anything. “Uh… sing some opera."

Cid wheezed in sudden laughter. Callum glared at him, took a breath, and launched into a surprisingly good rendition of Music of the Night. I was surprised that such a small frame could produce that kind of voice, even though he did go wandering in search of the right note more often than not.

Once he'd finished, Cid signed something, grinning widely. Callum glared at him. “I am not telling them that." Cid signed again, more emphatically. “Ugh! Fine. I really like musicals and I sing along to them all the time. Especially in the car and when I think nobody else can hear me. Happy?"

Cid nodded. Callum narrowed his eyes. “All right, have it your way. Cid. Truth or dare?"

Cid touched his mouth with a finger and moved that hand down to his other palm. “Coward," Callum said. “Fine. When did you last jerk off?"

Sean perked up. “Uh, are we skipping right to those kinds of questions?"

Cid's face was unreadable. He signed something and sat back smugly. “What do you mean on the way here?" Callum asked. “When? How did you do it without me noticing?" More signing. “I don't think I believe that." Cid grinned and signed one more time, then crossed his arms in finality. Callum scoffed. “He said that's for me to know and you to torture yourself over, if you're wondering. Smartass. Well, it's your turn to pick someone."

Cid looked around and pointed at me. “Dare," I said without hesitation.

Cid moved his hands. “Strip off and jump in the lake," Callum translated.

I slowly raised my beer to my lips and took three long, measured swallows. “Ah," I said, putting the bottle down. “Next." Callum was frowning. “What?"

“You're drinking over that? Really? What's so bad about jumping in the lake?"

“Yeah, Alek," Sean piped up, grinning evilly. “What's so bad about getting a little wet?"

I glared at him. “That's for me to know," I said, “And for you two to never find out. Sean, truth or dare?"

Sean sighed. “Fine. Dare."

I grinned. “Strip off and jump in the lake."

Sean hesitated, then got to his feet and wrestled his shirt off. “Prick," he muttered, before shoving his pants down and charging naked out of the firelight. A minute later we heard a splash and a whoop as the cold water hit him. A minute later, he came back, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Cid," he said as he pulled his shirt back on. “You're up."

Cid hesitated, then made a fist and moved it in a circle. “That means 'dare,'" Callum said. “Give him your best shot."

Sean thought for a moment. “Do a handstand to the best of your ability."

Cid sighed and reached for his beer. “Wait, what?" Sean asked. “Why?"

“The accident," Callum explained. “It messed up his shoulder too. He'd just hurt himself trying that."

“Oh, well don't drink over that," Sean protested. “That's just not fair to you. Uh… I don't know, take your shirt off instead. Leave it off until your next turn."

Cid smirked and pulled his shirt off, exposing a pleasantly well-muscled torso. He didn't have the climber's physique I had, but I could definitely see how he'd beaten me all those years ago. He had some good definition. Sean evidently saw something he liked too, and tore his eyes away from Cid's chest when he pointed at Callum.

“Dare," Callum said immediately. “Just assume it's always dare with me."

Cid moved his hands and Callum barked out a laugh. “Well, if you insist." He stood up and sashayed over to me before lying down in front of me in an exaggerated reclining posture. “Please, Alek," he purred, batting his eyes. “Draw me like one of your French girls."

I snorted, but something about that must have really struck a chord with Sean. He lost it, nearly falling off the stump he was sitting on. If I hadn't taken his beer away, he would have spilled it everywhere. Callum shot him a look. “All right, you. If you think this is so funny, then you can be on the spot next."

“Truth," Sean gasped, wiping a tear from his eye.

“When did you lose your virginity?"

“Four years ago," Sean replied. “First year of my Master's. With a girl I was dating at the time."

My ears perked up. That was news to me. Sean looked over and frowned. “What? You know about Ashley."

“I knew you dated for a while, I didn't know you… you know."

Sean rolled his eyes. “Well, I'm sorry I wasn't completely unsullied by the time you got your hands on me. How will my honour ever recover from this stain? Anyway, truth or dare."

I sighed. “Dare."

Sean grinned. “Take off your pants and run a lap around the campsite. Cover yourself with your shirt. If any of us see anything, run another lap until you're successful."

It took me three tries to succeed. I'm pretty sure the last one was just Callum trying to mess with me. But that seemed to cross a bit of a line. Soon enough, I was bottomless for good, Sean and Cid had lost their shirts, and Callum was naked, casually lounging with his legs spread, proudly displaying his sheath and balls for everyone to see.

A second line was crossed when Sean picked “dare" again. Callum grinned. “Your boyfriend looks a little uncomfortable," he said, indicating my poorly-hidden erection. “Why don't you give him a hand, or should I say a mouth, with it?"

Sean glanced over at me. I knew this was going somewhere there was no coming back from. Sean was no stranger to sucking me, but this was the first time he'd be doing it with someone watching. But dammit, I'd been hard nearly since I'd lost my pants, and I wasn't going to turn this down. So I nodded.

Sean made his way over and got on all fours in front of me, pulling my shirt away from my cock. He licked his lips and dove in, sucking my head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it in that way that drove me nuts, staring up at my cutely the whole time. I sighed and put a hand on the back of his head with a gentle pressure. He obligingly swooped down, taking half of me into his mouth, and then started bobbing, ignoring Callum's catcall.

I groaned. Something about this must have really been turning Sean on, because he was really going at it. Plus I was a bit pent up, so it wasn't too long before the heat and suction of his mouth got my balls churning. Just a bit more and…

“Time!" Callum crowed, and Sean lifted off of my cock with a gasp. He wiped some saliva from the corner of his mouth and shot a small, secret smile at me. We both knew he'd enjoyed putting on a show. It seemed to be having an effect on Callum, too. A couple inches of red were peeking out of his sheath.

“Cid," Sean said, once he'd sat back down. “I'm going to assume dare. Do the same for Callum. Give us a show, now."

Cid was far more enthusiastic, diving into Callum's exposed crotch before Sean had even finished talking. He lapped hungrily at Callum's balls and sheath before sucking his exposed length into his maw. Callum yelped in surprise, but shot a wry grin at me and Sean before starting to hump into Cid's mouth. His pants and moans gradually increased in volume until they filled the clearing.

Finally, Sean called time, and Cid reluctantly lifted himself off Callum's crotch, but not before giving his fully exposed shaft a kiss goodbye. I caught Sean staring at it curiously, which I guess was for good reason. This would probably be the first time he'd seen a fur's manhood that was actually smaller than his own. Maybe he'd gotten a little spoiled by partners that were all bigger than him.

Before even sitting down, Cid, red-faced and panting, pointed at me and started signing. “Whoa, slow down," Callum protested. “I didn't get that. Okay, he says… oh, wow. He wants you to sit on Sean's face and get him to give you a good rimming."

I froze. Then I reached for my beer with a shaky paw and downed the rest of it. Sean raised his eyebrows. “I wouldn't have minded-“ he started.

“I know," I cut him off. “I've just never had anyone do that to me and I don't know if I want it done. Even if I did, I'd want it to be private. Just us."

Cid's face softened and he signed again. “He's changed it to making you rim Sean," Callum translated. “Is that all right with you two?"

“Much better," I growled, turning toward Sean. I grinned toothily. “Bend over."

Sean blushed, shot a look at Cid and Callum, and hesitantly did as I asked, bending over the stump he was sitting on. I reached out and massaged the globes of his shapely ass through his pants before delivering a hearty smack to one of them. “Ah!" Sean exclaimed. “The dare didn't say anything about spanking!"

“My apologies," I replied, gently rubbing the spot. With a swift motion I yanked his pants down, letting his erection flop into the open. I returned my paws to his ass and spread his cheeks, admiring the pink of his rosebud before diving in with my tongue. He gasped as my tongue made contact with his pucker, bathing it in saliva before pushing insistently at it. The resistance soon gave way and my tongue popped into him.

Sean panted as I roughly tongue-fucked him, and it took three calls of “Time!" for me to finally notice that Callum was calling me. I withdrew my tongue and massaged Sean's pucker with a thumb while I turned to Callum, whose erection was now dripping pre onto his stomach. “Th-that's enough," he said. “Don't want you to get too carried away."

I sat back. Sean reached back to pull up his pants, and I held up a paw to stop him. “Those stay off," I said. Sean shrugged and pulled them off completely, and sat with his legs pulled into his chest. As I stared at him, an evil idea occurred to me. “Sean," I said. “I dare you to strip Cid and suck him off."

Sean gave me a surprised look. I'd given him my earlier blessing to have the occasional fling with other partners when I wasn't around, but this was the first time he'd be doing so with me present. Guess this was just a night of firsts for us. Sean's surprise quickly turned to determination. He strode over to Cid's spot, knelt in front of him, undid his zipper and tugged his shorts down to fish out…

… a cock about the size of his own. I blinked in surprise. Cid was about my size, bodily speaking. I knew I was above the curve in the cock department, but it looked like Cid was actually slightly below average.

Sean was completely unfazed, though. He just ran his hands up Cid's inner thighs and looked at him. “How about it, Cid?" he asked sweetly. “Want me to suck your cock?"

Cid nodded, a rumbling purr sounding in his chest. Sean opened his mouth and easily engulfed half his cock, making the panther moan in pleasure. Sean went at his cock with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. I think maybe he was just pleased to have a cock that didn't stretch his jaw in his mouth for once. It continued until Cid suddenly reached down, grabbed Sean's head, and pulled him off his cock, panting. His cock jerked a couple times, and then went back to its normal throbbing.

Sean wriggled free. “It wasn't time yet," he protested.

“Any more and you'd have more in your mouth than you were expecting," Callum observed. “You were a hair away from making him cum." He delicately ran a finger up the length of Cid's shaft, which jerked in reply and spilled a clear drop of pre.

He looked up to watch Cid's signing and grinned. “I think we can dispense with the proper turn order now. Cid wants to watch you two fuck. And to be honest, I do too."

I looked over at Sean. “Well, that's convenient. Because I really want to fuck him right now."

Sean blushed. “How do you want to-“

“On the ground, on your back," I panted.

“Actually, I wanted to see him ride you," Callum said.

I paused. That wasn't usually how I liked to do it. But Sean strode over, his own cock pointing straight at mine. “Lie down, big guy," he said. “Let's put on a show."

I hesitantly laid down, and was treated to the incredibly erotic sight of Sean straddling my hips, grabbing my cock to point it straight up, and sinking down on it. We both groaned when my head made first contact with the heat of his pucker, and gasped when it spread and I popped inside. My saliva from the earlier rimming and my pre lubed the way, and before too long his ass rested against my thighs. “This feels… different," he gasped. “More exposed." He turned back. “How's the view from back there?"

Callum grinned, stroking his own cock as an answer, while Cid gave a shaky thumbs-up. “Now start bouncing," Callum ordered. “I want to see that ass flex."

Sean obligingly started rolling his hips, first just grinding against me, then bracing his palms on my chest and bouncing rhythmically on my cock until the slap of flesh on flesh filled the air.

Twin gasps from the other side of the campfire drew my attention, and I looked past Sean to see Callum sinking down on Cid's cock. The fennec made eye contact with me and grinned, rolling his hips.

The combined stimulation was too much for me and I groaned, my cock pulsing as it filled Sean's rear passage with cum. He obligingly flexed the muscles of his ass with each throb of my cock, milking it for every drop of cum before lifting off with a lewd squelch. He turned around and blinked in surprise when he saw Callum and Cid fucking on the other side of the fire.

Callum waved Sean over. “Why don't you give my cock some attention while your boyfriend recovers?" he said.

No hesitation this time. Sean got on his knees in front of the fennec and sucked his cock into his mouth down to the steadily swelling knot. “That's it," Callum breathed. “That's a good human. Hey, Alek, how does he like dirty talk?"

“He loves it," I managed, after catching my breath. “Can't get enough."

Callum placed a hand on Sean's head and roughly pushed him down on his cock, bumping his knot against his lips. “Is that right? Little slut likes a bit of dirty talk, eh? You get off on it almost as much as you get off on sucking my cock with your boyfriend watching?"

Sean moaned in reply and bobbed faster. Callum laughed. “That's what I thought. Hold your head still. Let me fuck your face." He started moving his hips, pumping his cock into Sean's mouth while still impaling himself on Cid's. Sean sat there and took it, although he gave Callum a worried look when the knot started bumping against his lips with more force.

“Don't worry," Callum said when he noticed the look. “I'm not planning on knotting your face. I know somewhere much better for it to go. Don't think I haven't noticed that you haven't touched yourself once. You'll be the last to cum tonight, and it'll be from one of our cocks."

Sean closed his eyes and whimpered, a line of pre drooling from the end of his cock.

“Enough," Callum suddenly said. Sean lifted his head off Callum's cock, and was further surprised when Callum lifted himself off Cid's. “Bend over," he directed.

Sean obeyed, bending over the same stump as earlier. Callum reached out and groped his rear, spreading his cheeks and watching as his hole winked, a bit of my cum dripping out. “Let's see how much more this can handle," the fennec said, lining himself up and slamming himself home.

Sean moaned as Callum's cock smoothly slid inside him, my cum lubing his passage. Callum didn't waste any time before grabbing the human's shoulders and setting a breakneck pace, his hips a blur as they slapped against Sean's rump. “Glad your boyfriend already stretched you out," he said through gritted teeth. “Means I can go full tilt right from the start."

Sean was incapable of speech, staring sightlessly ahead, crying out in pleasure. His cock bounced between his legs with the frantic pace of Callum's thrusts, dripping pre on the ground. Before long, his cries became muffled as he bit his lip, obviously trying to focus on something other than the cock plumbing his insides. “What's wrong, little slut?" Callum said, leaning over, his hips barely slowing. “Are you going to cum? Because you know you're not allowed to, not until we're finished with you."

“P-please," Sean managed before a jab straight at his prostate cut him off.

“Please what?" Callum said. “Please let you cum? Please stop? What?"

“Let me cum," Sean gasped. “I need to- Ah!"

Callum suddenly stopped and pulled out, leaving Sean looking behind him in confusion. “Cid, fuck him a bit for me, will you?" the fennec said, slapping Sean's ass and leaving a red pawprint behind. “I need a breather."

“Wait, wha-?" Sean started to say, but the panther's cock had already slid into him. Cid set a less frantic pace than Callum did, but was no less unrelenting, grinding his cock into Sean's prostate with every pass. Sean's legs were shaking now, precum drooling from his untouched cock. He'd probably cum from the slightest contact on it, assuming the prostate action didn't push him over the edge on its own.

Callum seemed to come to the same conclusion. Grinning evilly, he knelt down beside the human and ran a claw over his inner thigh. “You're doing very well," he said. “Impressive discipline, to endure all this and still not cum. But I can tell you're right on the edge, and all it'll take is a tiny nudge…"

He did far more than nudge. He wrapped his fingers around Sean's cock and furiously stroked it, his paw a blur. Sean stiffened and tried to jerk his hips back, but that only ground Cid's cock into him that much harder. A heartbeat later he jerked and cried out, his cock flexing and firing his seed onto the ground. Callum's paw barely slowed, even as it slowly became coated with the human's cum.

Even after Sean's orgasm had finished, Callum kept stroking his cock until the human was writhing from overstimulation. “Hah," he panted. “Stah… stah… stop! Stop!"

Callum and Cid both froze. Sean relaxed, breathing heavily. “Too… too much," he gasped. “Pull out. I need… I need a break."

I raised my eyebrows. I'd never made Sean actually tap out before. Cid did as he asked and sat back down, the red spire of his own cock still pointing straight upwards. Callum looked over at it, smirked, and quickly straddled the panther, impaling himself on it with a twist of his hips.

Sean got up unsteadily, staggered over, and collapsed against my chest, still panting. I carefully reached up and stroked his hair. “Are you okay?" I asked.

Sean looked up. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. That was just… let's check post-orgasm torture off the list and then never do it again." He took a breath and looked back at Callum and Cid. “All right. Callum, mind getting off? I wasn't done with him."

Callum's eyes lit up and he climbed back off the panther's cock. “All yours," he said, sweeping his arms out toward his partner and bowing magnanimously.

Sean walked back over, his gait much steadier, and placed a hand on the center of Cid's chest, pushing him down toward the ground. “My turn," he said, before dropping down on his crotch and sheathing the panther's cock inside himself. He braced his hands on Cid's chest and started bouncing, his own spent cock limply flopping onto the panther's stomach.

It didn't stay that way for long, though. Before long, it started growing again, until it was pointing straight back up. Cid growled in approval and grabbed Sean's rump with his paws, thrusting upward with his hips. Callum watched for a time, idly playing with his own cock. Suddenly he stood and positioned himself behind Sean.

Sean stiffened as he felt something else rubbing against his ass, something tapered poking insistently at his stretched hole on every downward pass. “Wait, are you-“

“Ssshhh," Callum said, moving his cock a little ways up Cid's shaft so it bumped more firmly against Sean's hole. “Just breathe and relax. You can take it."

Sean whimpered nervously, but at the apex of one of his bounces, he paused, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Callum sensed his opportunity and positioned his cock right alongside Cid's. The panther's grip on his hips tightened, and he pushed himself down, the twin shafts forcing him open.

His mouth opened in a silent yell as the two cocks stretched him beyond what a single cock could. He could feel them rubbing against each other inside him as he continued to move down. Finally, he had them both completely sheathed in his rear.

“Good boy," Callum said, grinning. “Now ride us."

Sean raised his hips, giving me a glimpse of his hole, obscenely stretched around the two shafts, before he slammed back down. Slowly, his pace increased, until he was riding the twin shafts with all the energy that he rode a single one. His own cock continued to point proudly upwards, bobbing with each thrust.

It wasn't long before Cid gritted his teeth and forced Sean's hips down, his cock throbbing as it painted Sean's insides with another helping of cum, coating Callum's cock. The fennec sighed. “I was hoping you would last longer. Oh well."

He thrust a couple more times before Cid's softening cock was forced out. Callum braced himself against Cid's thighs and thrust hard, pressing his knot to Sean's hole. Sean closed his eyes and breathed, willing himself to relax so the knot could slip into him… but Callum relented, pulling his cock out entirely, leaving Sean's hole gaping and winking in confusion.

“Your ass is great, Sean," Callum said, giving it another smack. “But it's not what I want right now. Lie down."

Sean lifted himself off Cid and lay on the ground on his front. “No, no, what did I just say?" Callum said, exasperated. “On your back."

The human rolled over, frowning. “I'm not sure what you want-“

Callum silenced him by grabbing his cock. “I want this, you numpty."

Sean's eyes widened. “Wait, what? I've never-“

Callum grinned, straddling his hips and lowering himself until the fennec's hole kissed his cock. “Really? It's not because you think you're too small, is it? Because your size is fine."

“No, it's just…" he looked over at me and I immediately felt guilty. It was because I never let him touch me back there. “I've never really thought of it."

“Hmph," Callum huffed. He dropped his hips slightly so that Sean's cock just barely spread his hole. “Well, I'm going to make you think of it." With that he sank his hips down and impaled himself on Sean's cock. My own length flexed at the sight.

Callum leaned back and started rocking his hips, stroking his own length. “Lynx doesn't know what he's missing," he gasped. “Your cock hits all the right spots. Well, his loss. I'll give you a ride you'll never forget to make up lost time."

He rocked his hips faster, bracing his paws on Sean's shoulders. “Grab my hips," he instructed. “Yes, like that. Now thrust upward with your hips. Match my rhythm."

As Callum continued to ride Sean, Cid looked over and noticed my own erect length. He licked his lips, looked up and met my eyes. I guiltily took my hand off my cock. Cid smiled and crawled over, his eyes fixed on mine. I watched him come closer, my breath catching, until his nose bumped against my cock and his tongue rasped against the underside of my shaft.

I moaned, and Sean looked over, only for Callum to grab his chin and turn it back toward him. “No distractions, human," he panted. “I'm all that matters to you right now. Just me, and your pleasure."

“My pleasure," Sean mused thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, Cid had engulfed my cock in his maw and was bobbing back and forth, purring gently to further stimulate it. I placed a paw between his ears and smiled. He was surprisingly gentle, and only took me for half my length, but the startling intimacy of how he handled my cock had me throbbing anyway.

Before long, he placed his paws in the center of my chest and gently pushed me backwards until I was lying on my back. He straddled my hips and held my cock straight up before starting to lower himself down on it. “Wait," I said as my tip nudged against the yielding warmth of his hole. “Sean. Is it okay if-“

“It's okay," Sean grunted, thrusting up into Callum harder. “You can fuck him."

Cid grinned and slammed himself down before Sean even finished, making us both gasp. I put my arms behind my head and laid there as the panther started to ride me, his own cock steadily rehardening.

Meanwhile, Callum's stream of dirty talk had ceased as Sean's cock continued to batter his insides. He just gasped and moaned, his tongue lolling out, as the human thrust up into him with steadily increasing force. Suddenly, Sean lifted Callum by his hips and threw him down on his back, shifting so he was on top. “Whoa," Callum said. “Where is this coming from?"

Sean grabbed the fennec's legs, spreading them wider and pushing them over his shoulders. “You said it's about my own pleasure," he said. “And I need to issue some payback for that stunt you pulled with my cock earlier." He drew his hips back and thrust into Callum, their hips meeting with a slap. “How do you feel about painting your own face?"

Callum licked his lips. “I love doing it, but for you I'll pretend it's a punishment." He raised his arms behind his head. “All right, stud. Have your way with me. Show me that you can give cock as well as you can take it!"

Sean growled and moved his hips harder, pounding into the fennec with more force. “Anything to shut you up," he growled. His face lit up. “Actually…" He reached down and shoved two fingers into Callum's mouth. “I'd stuff your face with another cock, but all the other ones are busy."

“Ignore them," I told Cid, lightly stroking his cock with a free paw. “They went and did their own thing, so we're doing ours."

For the next few minutes, Sean pounded Callum while Cid rode me. Cid's pace was slow, but he was very attentive, flexing the muscles in his rear with every thrust, making sure to make every thrust count. For my part, I made sure to massage every part of his cock, even stretching forward to wrap my lips around it until my neck got sore.

Between Cid's ministrations and the startlingly hot display Sean was putting on, it wasn't long until I felt myself nearing my peak. “I'm going to cum again," I told Cid. In reply, the panther just pumped his hips faster, needily thrusting his cock into my hand. I tightened my grip and pumped faster, wanting Cid to cum at the same time as I did.

I ended up being a little overzealous. I was just approaching the edge when Cid gasped and his cock started spraying feline cum over my chest. I growled in approval and massaged his length, milking him for every drop of cum, before stretching forward again and wrapping my lips around his cock to capture the last few, salty drops.

My hips kept going on autopilot, and the taste of Cid's cum put me over the edge. My cock pulsed, flooding Cid's rear passage. Cid rasped out an approximation of a moan, leaned down and kissed me. My eyes widened in surprise, but I kissed him back after a heartbeat of hesitation while my cock finished pumping out the last of my load.

Once we'd caught our breath, Cid rolled off me and I sat up to watch Callum and Sean.

The fennec was bent double, legs dangling over his head, his tail twitching against the ground and his cock dripping pre onto his face and Sean, standing, pounded into him from above. Sean was panting with exertion, but Callum was mewling in pleasure, legs flexing as his prostate was ruthlessly battered by the human's length.

“What's the matter?" Sean asked, his voice ragged. “Are you going to cum?"

Callum barked out a chuckle. “Oh, you little- oh!"

“I'm not the little one here," Sean said, punctuating the adjective with a hard stab of his cock. “Consider this revenge for earlier." He reached down, curled his fingers around the base of Callum's knot, and squeezed and tugged in a combined motion.

Callum's eyes widened, his legs kicked against nothing and he howled as his cock erupted, coating his face and tongue with his own cum. Sean's thrusting lost its rhythm as he raced to his own peak. “Hah… hah… Ah!" he yelled as he thrust home one last time.

I could see the base of his cock throbbing visibly, knowing that he was filling the fennec with his own load even as Callum continued to coat his face in cum. He pulled out and slammed home a few more times, a trickle of cum oozing out around his cock and dripping onto the fennec's tail.

Finally, he pulled out and staggered back before collapsing down into a cross-legged seat. “Hoo," he panted. “Are you… are you all right, Callum?"

Callum sprang up, seized Sean's cheeks and pressed his muzzle to his mouth. “Mmph!" Sean protested as Callum forced his tongue into his mouth, carrying a hearty amount of his cum with it.

Callum kept up the kiss for a long moment longer before pulling away and swallowing the rest of his cum. “And that's for thinking you could get revenge on me."

Sean opened his mouth to protest and closed it again, evidently deciding the point wasn't worth arguing.

We went back to our respective places around the fire, and eventually the smell of woodsmoke drove the smell of cum and sex back again. Sean settled back against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him, nuzzling against his cheek.

“That was amazing to watch," I said. “I didn't know you had that in you."

Sean shrugged. “I didn't either. I just… stopped thinking."

“You need to do that more often," I said, rubbing his chest.

Across from us, Cid and Callum were engaging in their own pillow talk. I couldn't hear what Callum was saying, but after a bit their lips met in a kiss.

“This was a good idea," Sean said abruptly. “Coming out here was exactly what we needed. In more ways than one, maybe."

“Course it was a good idea. It was one of mine."

Sean elbowed me in the ribs. “Thank you for volunteering to get up early to start the fire tomorrow."

I sighed. “Can't one of them do it?"

“Callum didn't just forget the firewood," Sean replied. “They don't have any way to start a fire either. I don't know what their plan was."

I chuckled. “Maybe it was to find some other campers and use their fire."

“Risky plan," Sean commented.

My eyes met Cid's, sparkling in the light of the fire. The panther smiled and signed something. I smiled and nodded in reply.

My sign language wasn't all that great, but I knew the sign for thanks. Maybe he'd heard me, maybe he hadn't. But either way, I'd need to be scheduling a new student.