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"Listen, this is crazy," determined Stu, as we broke down the camp and made back towards the Jimmy. "We're letting Slick ruin our vacation, and really, the whole summer, just because of this one incident. Why don't we go across the interstate to Signal Peak for a couple days. Not only will we still get some time off, but it will give everyone else some time to let things blow over. Plus, it will still give the two of you a couple more nights without your folks around, so you can, you know...."

I knew. And so did Craig. We looked at each other and nodded. Nothing more needed to be said. Feeling much better about the whole thing, we arrived in a much more comfortable silence back at the Jimmy, piled our stuff in, and headed out of the park. Instead of turning back to St. George, we pretty much crossed the highway for the state park opposite Zion, and made our way to the Oak Grove campground. In the spring, it could be pretty unbearable with all the people and noise. But in late August, it was all but deserted. We quickly set up camp, and burned off our nervous energy by bushwhacking around on the base of Signal Peak. When evening came, Stu retired early after dinner, leaving me alone at the campfire circle with Craig.

"I still can't believe you got away with hitting him like that," my fox marveled.

"Me, too, really. But Mr. Hayson knows Slick, too. And really, no one I can think of who's known him for more than a few minutes, likes him."

"Still, given what I'm going through, it seems like the law wouldn't favor you like that."

"It's a question of motive," I defended. "Your attackers were committing a hate crime. Slicky got what was coming to him."

"I suppose."

"Hey, I mean, if you'd rather I go to jail..." I proffered.

"Well, I've always wondered what it'd be like to have a conjugal visit for an inmate." Craig was trying hard now to hide his grin. And failing.

"Hmm. Good point. Well, we'll just have to try it out, here, since Mr. Hayson ruined your chance." Now, I was grinning, too.

"Well, you are a fugitive from the law, now," Craig pondered. "I suppose you'll do, since I can't find a real convict."

"Oh, you think I'm good enough, do you?" Our paws were starting to explore each other: thighs; hips; torsos; chest.

"I'll tell you after," Craig announced, pressing me back on the log we had been using as a perch. Laying on top of me, he pressed his lips to mine.

Breaking away from the kiss, I managed to demand, "I expect a full report on your findings."

"Ok. Now shut up and kiss me more." His tail was wagging, making it hard to balance on the log.

"Yessir." I did.

It didn't take long before we both had our shirts off, and Craig was pulling at my shorts. I arched my back so he could get them off, and he pushed them down to my knees, when they were stopped by the log. He stripped his own shorts, then, while I sat up and freed mine the rest of the way. As he sat back down, he laid his paw on my tented boxers and grinned. "Looks like you're enjoying this."

"You, too," I replied, pointing at his briefs, which were in the same condition. I leaned forward and nuzzled his chest, taking time to bite softly at one of his nipples. This earned a yip, and I grinned, until we both heard Stu groan softly. We froze and both looked to his hammock. But he simply rolled onto his side, facing away from us. "Still asleep," I whispered.

Craig nodded, and kissed me in response. My paws roamed over his back, finally settling on his rump. I squeezed and he let out a murr. Adding pressure, I lifted him up into my lap and we shared a long, slow kiss while he wriggled his hips, massaging both of our groins through the fabric.

"You know what," I asked, after a few more minutes of passionate kissing.

"Hmm?"

"I want that knot."

Craig leaned back, his eyes full of desire. "You do?"

"Yes."

"Then let me give it to you." He stood up, and dropped his briefs. Before he could settle down again, I took his red hot poker into my mouth, slathering it with my tongue to get it good and wet. He arched his back and groaned as I reached behind him to hold him up, my paws massaging his rump again. Eventually I had him well slicked up, and had even washed his balls with my tongue, when I broke away. I stood so I could slide my boxers down and laid them on the log as a drop cloth, then straddled them as I settled back down, raising my tail for him. My hot fox didn't hesitate, stepping behind me and rubbing my tailhole with the tip of his shaft.

"We haven't done this in a while. You sure you can take it? Last time, we used lube..."

"Just go slow." I wanted him so badly. It would be worth it.

He began to press in, but I could tell his lust was driving him, too, as he entered me pretty quickly. I let out a low rumble, until he was hilted behind me. He groaned and paused there, lightly running his claws through the fur on my back.

"I'm in," he cooed. "I'd forgotten how beautiful your back is. Love these stripes."

I just rumbled in response, looking over my shoulder at him. As the pain of stretching subsided, I nodded, and he began to thrust slowly. I matched his movements with my own, and soon we had a good rhythm going. Both of us were grunting and panting, when I noticed the extra firmness of his knot beginning to swell. I could feel it bumping into my backside, each time we slid home. The desire grew in me, and I knew it would be worse if we waited until it was fully expanded. I pushed back with a mighty shove, and took it in. Craig let out another yelp, then a long groan. I could feel him beginning to cum inside me as he made the tiny, rapid thrusts of a tied hound. But his shaft was locked against my prostate, now, and I began to cum myself, smearing my load all over my boxers, the log, and my belly. As he continued to expand, I let out a roar, doing my best to muffle it by biting the stumpy end of a stick that was extending from the log. I didn't want to wake Stu, if we didn't have to.

As his knot reached full swelling, his climax eventually ended and he collapsed on top of me. It was now fully dark, but the night had yet to cool down and we were both hot and sweaty as the crescent moon rose over the horizon. The fire had burned down to faint embers due to our inattention. Still tied, Craig collapsed on my back. His paws roamed my sides, and I maintained a long rumble. My heart was full, and I enjoyed his heat and weight on me. He kept kissing the back of my neck as the emotional energy of his climax subsided.

"Toby," he said softly. I could feel his breath on my ear and shivered lightly.

"Yes, Craig."

"I lo-" he paused. "Thanks."

"Hmm?" I couldn't move without dumping him, or I would have rolled to face him. It was obvious what he was about to say, and I was sure I felt the same way. But I didn't want to push it.

"For?"

"Everything. This trip. Sticking up for me. The job all summer. Helping me with the Dogs. Your friendship. A home. Picking me up in Kearney. All of it."

"Hey, I've gotten as well as I've given, I assure you." His arm was resting against mine, and I licked it softly. "You've thanked me well enough by being there for me, too." I wriggled my rump, stimulating his knot. "And this."

I felt his knot swell at the stimulation, and he moaned softly. "Dude! I think you just got some more cum from me."

"Hot."

"Well, we'll be tied longer now, that's for sure."

"Fine by me."

"Oh, sure. You've got a fox blanket. I'm getting a little cold. At least, my back is."

"Oh, yes. Ok, I'll behave. At least, until we can get into our sleeping bags."

At that moment we heard movement, and both of us looked over to see Stu getting up out of his hammock. He staggered over, the grogginess of sleep apparent by his motion and slurred speech. "Y'guys need a blanket, or someth'n? S'would prob'ly counts as indecent exposure, f't were light enough t'see anythin'."

I could feel myself blushing. "Uh... please."

He gathered a sleeping bag and draped it over us. "Gotta pee. S'why I woke up." He stumbled off into the darkness. We could hear him watering a tree nearby, and watched as he made his way back to his hammock. Both of us were chuckling quietly, mortally embarrassed at being caught, but shocked by how well he had taken it in stride. "Don't make too much noise, so's I c'n fall back 'sleep," he muttered, and was out a moment later.

We both erupted in laughter. Craig muffled his against my back, and I bit the stick again. The shaking stimulated his knot again and I could feel it swell a little. I finished my laugh with a soft moan.

"Oh, shit, Craig. We're gonna be tied all night, at this rate."

"Fine by me, now. I've got you below and a blanket above."

"Yeah, but dear, this log is starting to get uncomfortable." I squirmed a little, before his knot reminded me that that would make things worse again, if I ever wanted to get off the log. "Also, my belly's wet with cum, and I don't want it to dry and stick to the log."

"Hmm. Good point." But there was little we could do except lay still. We talked softly about the end of summer and our plans for moving back to Lincoln, about Stu's friendship, and what happened at the national park. Eventually I felt his knot slide from my rump with a soft pop, and I could feel his cum dribbling out my hole. He stood up, carrying the bag with him, and I followed suit. The boxers were a mess, so I wadded them up and used them to wipe myself clean, then rubbed what I could off the log before tossing them against the back tire of the Jimmy for later stowing into the dirty clothes bag. That done, we retrieved the other sleeping bag and settled down on a tarp we had laid out, not too far from Stu's hammock. Zipping our bags together as we got in, we soon fell asleep with Craig spooned against my chest.