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Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains MASTURBATION and ORAL SEX between MALE CUBS. If this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended, because YOU WERE WARNED!!! Now, for those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!

Robbie awoke to the sound of rain pattering against the tent, and the gentle breathing of the little wolf cuddled up next to him. He opened his eyes and gazed at the sleeping form of his friend. He looked so cute, eyes shut, breathing lightly, a small smile gracing his lips.

Robbie noticed the sounds of stirring. He looked up and saw Chuck's nude behind, tail swishing lightly side to side. He seemed to be fumbling with something that his body hid from view.

Robbie reached for his watch and checked it. It was almost five thirty.

"Chuck?" Robbie whispered. "What are you doing?"

The collie squealed and wheeled around to face the fox kit. He kept his paws behind his back. Whatever he was hiding had trumped his modesty, as he displayed his body to the fox. "Doing? I'm not doing anything. Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep," he said quickly.

Robbie sighed. "Chuck, we're your friends. You can trust us. Now, what are you hiding there?"

"Nothing!" Chuck said defensively. Robbie eyed the collie. He noticed that the fur around his privates was wet.

"Chuck, did you...wet yourself?" Robbie asked.

Chuck blushed deeply. "No! Of course not!"

Robbie wiggled out of his sleeping bag and looked behind Chuck. He saw a packaged behind him labeled "absorbent underwear."

"You did wet yourself, didn't you? That's why you didn't wanna take off your underwear. You wear those to bed cause you wet yourself."

Chuck blushed and glared at the fox. "Fine, you figured it out. Yeah, I sometimes wet myself at night. Go ahead, make fun of me. Everyone else does when they find out!" Tears were quickly forming in the collie's eyes.

"I'm not gonna make fun of you, Chuck," Robbie said calmly, trying to reassure the pup. "I used to wet myself, too. I'm not gonna make fun of you for it."

Chuck was unconvinced. "You mean that? You're not gonna make fun of me?"

"Of course not," Robbie said, crawling closer. "I know what it's like to be in that position. I wouldn't make fun of you for it." Chuck relaxed a little. "You have powder to put on so you don't get a rash?"

Chuck nodded. "Yeah, I have some. And I'll put it on myself. Don't get any ideas, you pervert."

"'Pervert?'" Robbie said, sounding shocked.

"Yeah, pervert," Chuck said with a glare. "You're a creepy pervert and you're not gonna touch me, so don't even try."

"What, who's touching who?" Martin said, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"You two! You're both stinkin perverts!" Chuck said. "I don't think I wanna share a tent with you guys any more."

"Oh, come on, there's only one day left," Martin said. "And if you don't want us to touch you, just say so. We won't force you to do anything."

"Like you asked when you pawed me off yesterday?" Chuck said scornfully. "I didn't wanna, but you made me!"

"I thought you enjoyed it!" Robbie said.

"Until I realized what you were doing," Chuck growled. "At the time, I was scared and confused, and you just did it. You molested me, you jerk!"

Martin tried to step in to defend his friend. "Chuck, he didn't mean -"

"Shut up, you filthy perv!" Chuck barked. "I don't care why you did it. You did. I told you that my tent mate forced me to suck him off, so you touched me. I hate you both." The collie turned from the two pups, tears flowing from his eyes.

"Chuck, I'm sorry," Robbie said.

"Sorry doesn't change the past," Chuck said.

"You're right, it doesn't," Martin said. "Nothing can change the past. We just have to either get over it, or let it hang over us forever." Chuck glanced over his shoulder at the pups. "You don't have to forgive us, but it'd make things better if you do. We promise we won't yiff while you're around, or try to touch you again. We're sorry we ever tried. Can you forgive us?"

"I don't want to forgive you," the collie muttered. "But you haven't made fun of me. I can't forget that. I guess I can forgive you. But if you try anything else, I won't."

"Thanks," Robbie said.

"And don't worry. We'll save our yiffing for when you're not around," Martin said with a little giggled.

Chuck sighed. "Whatever. Just leave me out of it."

"Will do," Robbie said.

In the silence that followed, Chuck dressed himself. Robbie and Martin watched him, unsure of what to say. When he was dressed, Chuck left the tent without a backwards glance or even a word for either pup. When he was gone, Robbie and Martin lay back down on Robbie's sleeping bag and cuddled.

"I think he's really mad at us," Martin said.

"I guess it was a bad idea pawing him off," Robbie said.

"You couldn't have known how he'd take it," Martin said, kissing Robbie on the cheek.

"Yeah, but he told us how his tent mate forced him to suck him off. We shoulda figured that he'd be uncomfortable with yiffing after that."

Martin sighed. "You're prolly right. Not much we can do about it now, though. What's done is done, and we can't go back and change it."

Robbie cuddled close to Martin and kissed him on the cheek. "At least I still have you," he whispered.

Martin shook his head. "It's not that you have me, it's that we have each other," Martin whispered, kissing Robbie on the lips and gently fondling him.

"You're right," Robbie said, smiling. "So, what do you wanna do today?"

"Let's see what the weather's like, and what the counselors will let us do. Then we'll decide," Martin said. "In the meantime, maybe we can get dressed and have our usual bathroom race."

"You're on!" Robbie said. The two pups quickly dressed and bolted to the bathroom. The rain was much lighter than it had been yesterday, but the ground was still soaked and muddy.

Robbie just barely beat Martin that day.

"I win!" Robbie said happily as he relieved himself.

"Dang, you won that time, pal," Martin said as he relieved himself. "Good job. I knew you'd beat me eventually. Though I didn't think it would be in this lifetime," he added under his breath.

"I heard that!" Robbie said as he washed his paws.

"Oopsie!" Martin said, blushing, as he washed his own paws. "Well, I'll still beat ya to the mess hall!"

"We'll see about that!" Robbie said, bolting out the door.

The pups dashed to the mess hall. Again, Robbie beat Martin, but only by a nose.

"I won again!" Robbie said as he went in.

"Crap! Two losses to you in one morning? I must be off my game," Martin said.

The line for breakfast was still short. Robbie and Martin jumped right in. They got their food and went to their usual table.

"Can't wait to find out what activities they'll run today," Martin said. "We can't plan our day till we know."

"Hey guys!" Steve and Paul showed up and sat down. The two cubs looked exhausted.

"Hey, guy," Martin said. "We didn't see you at dinner last night. What happened?"

"Well, we were on our way to the mess hall," Paul said.

"When Paul here decided he wasn't really hungry," Steve said.

"So we went back to our tent," Paul said.

"Oh, no," Robbie said. "Don't tell me you guys stayed up all night sucking each other off."

"Ok, we won't tell you," Steve said.

"But we did," Paul said.

Robbie and Martin groaned.

"I think I created a couple of monsters," Martin said, burying his face in his paws.

Steve and Paul laughed. "Silly," they said. "Let's eat!" With the energy of staving animals, the two cubs chowed down. Their plates had been full, but they cleared them very quickly. Robbie and Martin had barely started when they finished.

"Ok, we're gonna go back to our tent now!" Steve and Paul said, getting up.

"Aren't you guys gonna stick around for morning announcements so you know what activities are running?" Robbie asked.

"Why when we can just stay in our tents and suck each other?"

Robbie and Martin groaned.

"Eh, do whatever you want," Martin said.

"Ok see you later bye!" The pups dashed off with their plates, and shot out the door.

The pups continued eating their own breakfast. Robbie looked around the room.

"You see Chuck anywhere?" Robbie asked.

Martin looked around. "Nope. I'm sure he'll show up soon."

The mess hall slowly filled up as cubs trekked in through the rain and mud. Chuck showed up when the hall was almost filled, and wordlessly sat down with Robbie and Martin.

"Hey, Chuck," Robbie said. "How are ya?"

Chuck stared at his plate. "Fine."

"You sure you're fine?" Martin asked.

"What do you care?" Chuck asked, not looking up.

"We care because we're your friends, Chuck," Robbie said. "You may not believe it, but we really do care about you."

"Sure," he muttered, unconvinced.

"Chuck, we did what we did because we care about you," Martin said. "It wasn't meant to scare you. Robbie and I have an intimate relationship. All we were trying to do was include you in it."

Chuck glared up at Martin, tears forming in his eyes. "Maybe I don't want to have that kind of relationship with another guy."

"I didn't think I did, either," Robbie said. "But then Martin got intimate with me, and I let him, and I enjoyed it. I wouldn't have done it if he'd asked, and I'm glad that we've done this. If you didn't enjoy it, I'm sorry. Can we still be friends?"

Chuck stared back at his plate. "I guess."

"Thanks, pal," Martin said.

"Attention, please!" Jerry said into his microphone. The noise died down as the cubs turned to face the counselor. "The rain has gotten lighter, so all activities will be open today, at least for now. If the rain gets worse, we may close some, but for now, all activities will run as usual." A cheer arose from the cubs. "Just a reminder, anyone who signed up for activities yesterday that didn't run will be going today. Be sure to check the list to make sure you know when to go. Enjoy your day!"

The noise excitedly rose to its usual level.

"So, what do you guys wanna do?" Martin asked.

"Wanna give archery another go?" Robbie asked.

"Sure," Martin said. "I'll do better this time! Maybe you could join us, Chuck."

"I don't know..." Chuck said, still staring at his plate.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun!" Martin said.

"Like it was supposed to be fun yesterday?" Chuck said scornfully.

"No, not like that," Robbie said.

"Why's yesterday such a big deal?" Martin asked. "We apologized, it's behind us. Why do you keep bringing it up?"

Tears began falling from Chuck's eyes. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "It's not you guys...it's just what my tent mate did...after that, seein you guys doin that...it just made me remember the pain of what he did..."

"Oh," Martin said. "Oh, damn. I'm sorry. I didn't realize..."

Jerry walked over to the table. "Hey guys," the squirrel said. "Anything wrong? It looks like you're crying," he said to Chuck.

Chuck shook his head. "Nothing's wrong," he muttered.

"You sure?" Jerry asked. "It doesn't sound like nothing's wrong. You wanna talk about it?"

Chuck shook his head again.

"Chuck, it's ok to talk to me," Jerry said. "I'm here to make sure you stay safe and happy. If you're having any problems, you can talk to me about them."

Martin leaned in close to Jerry. "You should talk to him about his tent mate," the wolf whispered in his ear.

"Why? What happened?" Jerry asked. "He's gone. What could he possibly be scared of now?"

"Ask him what his tent mate did," Martin said.

"You mean the prank in the woods?" Jerry asked.

"No," Martin said. "The night after the prank, when he was still here. He may not wanna talk about it, but he should."

The squirrel looked at the collie. "Chuck, what happened? Did your tent mate hurt you?" Chuck nodded, still staring at his plate. "What did he do?"

"Can we go somewhere else?" Chuck asked, not looking up.

"Sure we can," Jerry said. "You wanna finish your breakfast first?" Chuck nodded. "Ok. I'll come back when you're done."

"Please don't leave," he whispered.

"Ok," Jerry said. He sat down in the chair next to Chuck. The border collie resumed eating, staring at his plate. "So, you guys have any plans for today?" Jerry asked.

"Martin and I are gonna try to head out to the archery range," Robbie said.

"That's always fun," Jerry said. "You tried it before?"

"Yup," Martin said. "It wasn't my best activity."

"You couldn't even shoot an arrow last time!" Robbie said. "I, on the other paw, shot bulls' eyes."

Jerry laughed. "Good job, Robbie. First time?" The fox nodded. "I wish I coulda shot bulls' eyes on my first go on the archery range. And Martin, don't sweat it. Archery takes quite a bit of skill and practice. You'll get better."

"I know I will!" the wolf said. "And if I can't get better, I can always break Robbie's arm, so he can't do better than me!" The wolf grinned at his friend.

"Go ahead," Robbie said haughtily. "Break my arm. I'll still do better than you!"

Martin grabbed Robbie's arm and pretended to snap it. The two pups and the counselor laughed.

"Wow, you two are silly," Jerry said. "This is why I spend my summers doing this. Meeting silly pups like you."

The pups beamed at the counselor. Jerry laughed again. "Boy, you guys are cute, if you don't mind me saying so."

"We don't mind," the pups said, still beaming.

"You pups are gonna make me die of laughter," Jerry said, giggling uncontrollably.

When he had calmed down, he looked down at Chuck. He had finished his breakfast.

"So, Chuck, wanna go talk now?" Jerry asked.

"I should drop off my plate," he muttered.

"We'll take care of that," Robbie said.

"Come on, Chuck, let's go," Jerry said, putting his arm around Chuck's shoulders. Jerry led the pup out through the now almost empty mess hall. Robbie and Martin watched them until they left the mess hall. When they left, the two pups took their plates back and left the mess hall in silence.

When they left, Robbie dragged Martin over to the bulletin board. "Let's see when we can sign up for archery," he said, looking at the list.

"We can sign up for eleven," Martin said, picking up a pen hanging from a string.

"Sounds good," Robbie said as Martin wrote their names in. He checked his watch. "So we've still got almost three hours. What do you wanna do until then?"

"Sports!" Martin said happily. "Let's play soccer!"

"Sure!" Robbie said.

The pups bounded off to the soccer field. The pups played for an hour and a half, until Robbie decided he didn't want to play soccer anymore.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" Martin asked as they walked off the field.

"Well, the rain's stopped, and I'm really hot and sweaty. Why not go for a swim?"

"That sounds like fun!" Martin said. "Race ya back to the tent to get our swimsuits!"

"You're on!" Robbie said, and the two pups dashed off towards their tent.

Martin barely beat Robbie, much to his relief.

"Good, I know I can still beat ya!" Martin panted as he pulled off his shirt.

"Yeah, you beat me that time," Robbie said, pulling off his pants.

"As it should be," Martin joked, taking off the rest of his clothes. He reached into his backpack for his swimsuit when he felt a paw grabbing his bottom. "Ooo, someone's feeling frisky!" Martin joked.

"Hey, what can I say? You've got a cute bum," Robbie said with a grin.

Martin turned around, pulled Robbie close, and kissed him. "I think I have a better idea than swimming." He reached down and ran a finger up Robbie's sheath.

"Ooo, I like that idea," Robbie said, doing the same to Martin. "Who first?"

"Both," Martin said, pushing Robbie down onto his back. Martin spun around and laid across Robbie's chest, offering his own privates to the fox as he licked Robbie's sheath to tease out his dick.

Robbie eagerly began licking Martin's sheath. It didn't take long for the pups to tease out the other's erections, and they began slowly sucking each other. Robbie gently massaged Martin's bum as he sucked on his friend. Martin kept his paws on Robbie's knees, keeping his legs spread wide open as he sucked his friend's foxhood.

The wolf murred happily as the fox massaged his bum. The wolf moved his paws, using one to hold the base of Robbie's erection and the other to gently fondle the fox's balls.

It was Robbie's turn to moan happily under the treatment of the wolf. Robbie continued massaging his friend's bum as he sucked. The moans and murrs of the two pups slowly picked up in intensity as they sucked, linked where their mouths met genitals.

It briefly occurred to Robbie that doing this on a clear day might not have been such a good idea, without the sound of the rain to mask their moans and murrs, but it didn't particularly bother him. All he knew was that he loved the little wolf on his belly, he loved what the wolf was doing to him, and most importantly, he loved what he was doing to his friend.

Martin had no such reservations. He had been dreaming of this since he awakened to his feelings, and to be doing this with someone special, especially his best friend, was bliss.

The boyfurs were amazed at the feelings. It certainly wasn't the first time they had yiffed, but this time felt different. It was the first time they had been alone since they began yiffing. Being alone, focused on nothing but the other, with no distractions, made the experience all the more intimate.

The pups moaned loudly as they sucked on each other. Their bodies were flooded by intense feelings, enhanced with the knowledge that they were alone. The pleasure filled their bodies, blotting out all but the feelings - the soft fur, the heat of their young bodies, the smooth texture of the pink flesh they were sucking, and the blinding pleasure centered around their privates that threatened to consume them both.

Martin reached his peak first. The pleasure reached a level he had never even dreamed of as he came in his friend's mouth. The little fox took in the wolf's spooge. It tasty oddly sweet, a flavor odd and yet familiar, distinctly lupine, and the fox eagerly swallowed all that his friend could give.

Robbie's peak came as he swallowed his friend's cum. The fox shuddered as he came. The feeling was comparable to the first drop of a roller coaster, the feeling of weightlessness and complete emptiness in the chest. The wolf savored the sweet flavor of his friend, letting some of it drip from his mouth and swallowing the rest. When Robbie finished squirting his seed, Martin licked up the liquid he had let fall, and cuddled up close to the fox.

"That was incredible," Robbie panted.

"Yeah, and much more satisfying than last time," Martin said.

"Martin, I love you so much," the fox said, licking the little wolf on the cheek.

"I love you, too, Robbie," Martin said, licking him back. "You're the best friend I've ever had."

The pups lay together, cuddling in their post-orgasmic bliss. Time passed in slow motion as the pups cuddled, sharing the feelings they could never voice by simply holding each other close. Eventually, Robbie looked at his watch.

"We should get going," Robbie said. "It's almost eleven."

"Alright," Martin said, pushing himself up. "I'm gonna shoot an arrow this time. I don't care if I hit the target. My goal is to shoot an arrow."

Robbie giggled as he pushed himself up. "You can do it, Martin! I believe in you!"

Martin giggled. "Thanks, pal." He looked at the pile they had left their clothes in. "Hey, Robbie, wanna dress each other?"

"Why not?" Robbie said, giggling. "Can I dress you first?"

"Sure," Martin said, lying back. Robbie picked up Martin's clothes. He slipped the wolf's boxers up his legs, followed by his pants. "Hands up!" Robbie said, giggling and pointing a finger at the wolf.

"Don't hurt me!" Martin said, putting his paws up and giggling. Robbie pulled Martin's shirt over his head, and pulled it on. Martin checked his clothes over.

"Ok, now dress me!" Robbie said, lying back.

"Alright, cutie!" Martin said. He pulled Robbie's boxers up him, pausing to rub his privates a bit before he pulled on his pants. Robbie giggled and put his arms up. The wolf pulled his shirt on over his head. Once dress, Robbie pulled Martin in to a tight embrace.

"We do the weirdest things together," Robbie said, giggling.

"Yeah, but damn if it isn't fun!" Martin said. "And there's no one on earth I'd rather do this stuff with."

The pups shared a quick kiss. Robbie checked his watch.

"Come on, Martin, if we run, we should just about make it to the archery range!"

The pups got up and bounded out across the camp towards the archery range. They got there just in time.

After a quick run down, Robbie got to his usual routine of hitting near-perfect shots every time. Martin still had trouble, fumbling with the bow. At the end of the half hour on the archery range, Martin had managed to shoot a single arrow. It had completely missed the target, but true to his word, he shot an arrow.

"I don't care that I missed," Martin said as the pups walked down to the mess hall. "I shot an arrow. That's all that matters. I've completed my goal for the day. I can die happy."

Robbie giggled. "Yeah, you did it, but I wouldn't want you to die now. Not before we have a little more fun together."

The pups arrived early for lunch, and got to be first in line. The pups filled their plates with pasta salad and a couple of hot dogs, and went to their usual table. They ate in silence for a while, watching as the room filled with furs.

"Wonder where Chuck is," Robbie pondered aloud.

"Beats me," Martin said. "Don't worry, I'm sure he's fine. Jerry's nice. I'm sure Chuck'll be better after their talk."

"I hope so," Robbie said. "After his outburst this morning, I'm kinda worried about him."

"Don't worry about it now," Martin said. "Let it happen as it happens. No need to worry yourself until you need to."

"You're right," Robbie said, and the pups returned to their meals.

When the mess hall was nearly full, Chuck showed up.

"Hi, guys," Chuck said shyly. "Mind if I sit with you?"

"Go right ahead," Robbie said. The border collie sat down.

Chuck's face showed considerable stress. His cheeks had lines where tears had recently fallen, and the pup looked like he had just cried a river.

"How are ya?" Martin asked. "Feelin better now?"

"Yeah," Chuck said, trying to laugh. It came out strained. An awkward silence engulfed the table. Chuck took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about this morning," he muttered, looking down at his plate. "I overreacted."

"Don't sweat it," Martin said.

"We all have bad days," Robbie said kindly. "It's ok to overreact once in a while. We'll still be your friends, if you want us to be."

"I do want you to be," Chuck said. "It's just that...well..."

Martin read his thoughts. "You're not sure how you feel about us, and the relationship we have. You're not sure if you're comfortable knowing what Robbie and I are and what we do, and you know that you don't want to be a part of it, but still want to be our friends. Am I right?"

"Mostly," Chuck said. "All except that part about knowing I don't want to be a part of it...I kinda wanna have that, but I'm scared..."

Martin smiled at him. "Don't be scared, buddy. If you want to explore it, we'll guide you along. We'll go nice and slow for you."

"And remember, if you're not comfortable with something we do, just tell us, and we'll stop," Robbie said. "We don't wanna make you do anything you don't wanna do."

"Thanks, guys," Chuck said, looking up at them and smiling. "So, uh, wanna go do something together after lunch?"

"Like what?" Martin asked.

"Anything," Chuck said. "I just wanna...try some stuff...with you guys...if you don't mind..."

"Sure," Robbie said. "We don't mind."

"You want us both there?" Martin asked.

"What?" Chuck said, confused.

"Well, after that whole incident with the wolves, I was thinkin that maybe you'd be more comfortable with Robbie, since, well, he's not a wolf, but I am," Martin said.

Chuck stared down at his plate. "I think I want...both of you there..."

"Alright, bud," Martin said.

The pups finished their lunch in silence. When they finished, they trekked back to their tent. Robbie and Martin put their arms around Chuck's shoulders. Martin noticed that the collie shuddered when he put his arm around him. Martin looked around.

"Chuck, would you mind if I went somewhere else?"

"What?!" Robbie and Chuck said.

"Not that I don't care about both of you, but three's a crowd. Plus, I'm in the mood for sports, and it looks like they're still forming the baseball team. Either of you mind if I go join them?"

Chuck blushed, but remained silent.

"If you wanna, go ahead," Robbie said.

"I know you don't like baseball, but I love it, and this way, I don't feel so bad about ditchin ya, cause you got Chuck to hang with," Martin said, blushing slightly. He leaned in close to Robbie. "I'll make it up to ya," he whispered in the fox's ear.

"How?" Robbie whispered back.

"However you want."

"Alright," Robbie whispered. "I'll hold you to that."

Martin smiled at the two pups. "Well, I'll see you guys later," he said, and bounded off to the baseball field.

Robbie and Chuck returned to the tent in silence. When they entered, they sat down, facing each other.

"So, whadaya wanna do?" Robbie asked.

Chuck blushed. "Wanna cuddle?"

Robbie smiled slyly and pounced on the border collie. The two pups fell backwards, and Robbie pulled Chuck in close. The pups cuddled up close. Robbie pulled off his shirt.

"Robbie, are you gonna..."

"I'll only strip as much as you're comfortable with," Robbie said.

Chuck nodded, and took off his shirt and pants. Robbie took off his pants, and pulled the collie in close. Robbie ran a paw through the fur on Chuck's back. It was soft like his, but smoother. Robbie giggled as he ran his paw through the pup's fur. He felt the collie's paws running through the fur of his back.

Robbie closed his eyes and held the collie pup close. He felt Chuck's arms move away. Robbie opened his eyes and saw Chuck pulling his underwear off.

"You're comfortable doing that?" Robbie asked.

"Not really," Chuck said as he put his underwear with the rest of his clothes. "But I'm doin it."

Robbie giggled and took off his boxers. Chuck cuddled up next to the now naked fox, shivering slightly.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Robbie whispered.

"But I DO want to," Chuck said. "I'm just..."

"Scared?"

Chuck nodded. Robbie tightened his embrace.

"It's ok, Chuck," Robbie whispered. "If you wanna do this, just relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, or make you do anything you don't wanna do."

Chuck buried his head in Robbie's white chestfur. "I don't know what I wanna do..." he mumbled.

Robbie held the collie pup close. "That's ok. When you're ready, you'll know what to do."

Chuck nodded. The pups lay in the tent for a little while longer, not saying anything. Chuck slowly brought his paw lower down Robbie's back, until he reached the little fox's tail.

Chuck moved his paw around and tentatively stroked Robbie's sheath.

Robbie murred lightly. "You wanna play?" he asked slyly.

Chuck gulped and nodded.

"Ok," Robbie said. "Do what you want, and if you want me to do anything, just ask."

Chuck nodded and began rubbing Robbie's sheath. The fox murred as the collie pup teased his cock out. Chuck tentatively wrapped his paw around the pink flesh.

Robbie rolled onto his back as Chuck began slowly pumping his hand up and down. "Remember," Robbie whispered. "If you want me to do anything, just ask."

Chuck nodded and continued rubbing the fox's dick. Robbie murred happily as the pup gently worked his foxhood.

After a couple of minutes, Chuck brought his head down to Robbie's groin. He took his paw from the pink flesh, and slowly licked from the base to the tip. Robbie shuddered and moaned. Chuck licked it again.

"Chuck, that feels really good," Robbie whispered.

Chuck looked up at him and blushed, then took Robbie's length into his mouth. He sucked it experimentally. Robbie moaned.

Chuck pulled back. Robbie stared up at the collie. "Not comfortable?" he asked. Chuck shook his head. "Would you like me to do you first?" Chuck blushed.

"Y-yeah," he said.

"Ok," Robbie said, getting up. "Here, lie down." Robbie guided Chuck to his sleeping bag and laid him down on it. "Just relax, and if you want me to stop, just say so, ok?" The collie nodded. Robbie could tell from the look on his face that he was nervous.

Robbie gently ran his finger up the collie's half-exposed erection. Chuck made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper. "You ok, Chuck?" Robbie asked.

Chuck nodded. "Yeah...please...keep going..."

Robbie gently rubbed Chuck's dick. The pup moaned, and Robbie couldn't tell if his shivers were from pleasure or fear. He slowly worked the pup's length. "Relax, Chuck. Try to enjoy it."

Chuck nodded. "Robbie...will you...suck it?"

Robbie smiled at him and licked up the length of his puphood, sending shivers up the collie's spine. Robbie took Chuck's dick into his mouth and gently teased it with his tongue. He watched the collie as he played his tongue around the length in his mouth, looking for signs of discomfort in the pup. Chuck moaned and squirmed as the fox's tongue teased his intimate part.

Robbie gave the pup an experimental suck. Chuck let out a loud moan and a whimper as a wave of pleasure swept over his body. He admitted that it felt good, but he was still nervous about doing this, especially with another male.

Robbie heard Chuck's whimper and pulled back. "You sure you wanna do this, Chuck? We don't have to if you don't wanna."

Chuck looked at Robbie with large puppy dog eyes. "Hug me," he whispered. The fox crawled up along the collie, and gently hugged him. "I wanna do this, Robbie. I'm just scared," Chuck whispered in Robbie's ear.

Robbie pulled Chuck into a tight embrace. "It's ok to be scared. But you never know if you'll enjoy something if you're too scared to try it. If you wanna give it a try, just relax. I'll be gentle. If you don't wanna try it, that's fine, too. Whatever you're comfortable with."

Chuck nodded and wiggled from Robbie's embrace. He crawled around and lay across Robbie's body, offering his own genitals to the fox as he licked Robbie's throbbing erection. Robbie murred.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Robbie asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Chuck said, voice shaking slightly.

Robbie took the collie pup's dick into his mouth as Chuck slowly licked his vulpine length. Chuck was still shivering, but curiosity and his desire to please his friend kept him going.

The collie slowly took his friend's erection into his mouth. The pain of having a much larger cock forced down his throat was still fresh in his mind, but he didn't feel so bad about sucking Robbie's, particularly because the fox was gently sucking his own erection. The waves of pleasure he was feeling relaxed him, and Chuck began slowly sucking on Robbie's warm stiff foxhood.

Robbie could tell that Chuck was nervous. He couldn't really blame him. After everything that Chuck had been through, it was a big leap to be where he was now. Robbie certainly wasn't complaining, but he knew that he had to be careful with the collie pup. He gently sucked the collie's cock. He felt Chuck starting to suck on him. It certainly felt good, but Robbie had a feeling that it wouldn't last.

The pups sucked each other for a couple of minutes. Chuck felt the waves of pleasure sweeping over his body. He enjoyed it immensely, but at the same time, it scared him. He was scared that he could feel this good, scared because he was feeling what that wolf had felt when he shoved his large lupine cock down his throat, scared that it was another male who was making him feel like this...

He stopped sucking on Robbie's dick. He moaned quietly as Robbie continued to suck him. The fox had certainly noticed that his dick was now exposed to the air, but he didn't mind. As long as Chuck didn't ask him to stop, he'd keep sucking the pink canine flesh in his mouth.

Chuck murred quietly. "Robbie...that feels...so good..." he whimpered. "Please...don't stop..."

Robbie slowly picked up the pace of his sucking. The collie pup moaned and squirmed as pleasure flooded his body. The feelings were overtaking him, making him forget the pain, his doubts, his fear...nothing was left but the pleasure.

"Robbie...I'm gonna..." the pup panted. With a sudden burst, he came in Robbie's mouth. Chuck moaned loudly and arched his back as his seed squirted into the fox's mouth. The feeling was incredible. The pleasure wiped his mind clean - there was no doubt, no pain, no fear, only pleasure.

Robbie swallowed the pup's sticky spooge. Robbie didn't like it as much as Martin's, but he could tell that Chuck was enjoying the feeling, and that was all that mattered.

"Robbie..." Chuck muttered. "That felt...amazing..."

"Glad you enjoyed it, fuzz butt," Robbie giggled, lightly patting Chuck's rear.

Chuck ran a finger along Robbie's still erect dick. "Guess I should finish you," he said.

"You don't have to if you don't wanna," Robbie said. "It's ok."

Chuck shook his head, even though Robbie couldn't see it. "No, I want to. I'm gonna do it." The pup took a deep breath, and began sucking on Robbie's dick.

Robbie laid back and let the pup do his work. He murred happily as the pup sucked his dick. After all the starts and stops, Robbie was almost ready to burst.

"You don't have to swallow my spooge if you don't wanna," Robbie muttered unconsciously. He murred as the pup's tongue teased his dick. The pleasure was finally reaching its peak. Robbie knew it wouldn't be long before he reached his climax.

The fox felt the familiar feeling of his imminent release. "Chuck, I'm..." The fox moaned loudly as his seed spurted forth. He squirmed as the collie pup sucked through his orgasm. Chuck swallowed some of the kit's seed, and let some of it drip from his mouth onto the fox's belly. Robbie's body went limp as he came down from his peak.

Chuck licked up the cum he had let fall from his mouth. He didn't much care for the flavor, but the smooth, thick texture of it made him lap it up. When he finished, Robbie rolled around, putting Chuck on his back, and the fox crawled around and cuddled with the collie.

"Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" Robbie asked.

Chuck blushed. "I...didn't really enjoy doing it..."

Robbie patted his head. "That's ok."

"C-can we still...be friends?" Chuck asked, afraid that he might've insulted his friend.

"Of course," Robbie said, hugging Chuck and kissing him on the cheek. "We can still be friends."

Chuck nodded and stared up at the top of the tent. "What time is it, anyways?"

Robbie checked his watch. "It's only three. Wanna go do somethin else?"

Chuck blushed. "Not right now. Can we just...cuddle now?"

Robbie grinned widely at the collie pup. "Sure," he said, wrapping his arms around Chuck.

The pups laid quietly in the tent, wrapped in each other's arms. For the longest time they were quiet, Robbie enjoying the company of his friend, Chuck reflecting on what he had just done, and how he felt about Robbie, about what they did, about himself.

"Robbie," Chuck said after some time. "Are you and Martin..."

"Gay?" Chuck nodded. "He is." He thought about his own feelings. "And I guess I am too."

Chuck nodded. "And what we did...does that make me..."

"Not necessarily," Robbie said. "You could just say that you were curious, you tried it, and you didn't like it, so you decided to be straight after trying being gay."

"Would you be mad...if I said...that I'm straight?"

"Not at all," Robbie said. "That's your choice to make, and we'll be friends no matter what."

Chuck nodded and hugged the fox. "Thanks," he whispered.

"For what?" Robbie said, scratching his head trying to think of what the collie was thanking him for.

"For being my friend," Chuck whispered. "For not making fun of me, for helping my explore who I am, for being so understanding. I guess I'm thanking you...for being you. You're a great fox, and a great friend, Robbie." Chuck kissed Robbie on the cheek.

Robbie giggled and hugged him. "No problem," he said, grinning at the collie.

The pups cuddled for a while longer. Chuck started shivering, and remembered something.

"Hey, Robbie?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah, Chuck?"

"Could we get dressed now?"

Robbie realized that they were still naked and giggled. "Sure, pal."

The pups sorted out their clothes and dressed. When they were dressed, they sat down cross-legged, and looked at each other. Robbie smiled warmly at Chuck. The collie pup returned the smile, but somewhat awkwardly.

Robbie checked his watch. "Well, it's almost time for dinner. Wanna start headin out to the mess hall?"

"Sure," Chuck said.

The pups began the long walk to the mess hall. As they passed the athletic fields, Robbie heard a familiar voice hailing him.

"Robbie!" The fox looked toward the source of the voice. Martin was bounding towards him, followed by six furs of various species. The wolf slid to a stop right in front of Robbie. "Wassup?"

"Not too much," Robbie said, looking past him at the furs behind him. "New friends?"

"Sorta," Martin said. "Don't freak." Without warning, Martin grabbed Robbie's shoulders and pulled him in to a passionate kiss. Robbie's eyes widened with shock, then closed as he tried to enjoy the kiss. Martin held the kiss for a few seconds, then pulled away. The wolf turned to face the other furs. "Alright, I kissed him. Where's my money?"

"Damn, you really did it," an older cat said, handing over a stack of bills. "I didn't think you'd really do it."

Martin giggled. "For that much money, how could I say no?" He quickly counted out some bills. "Oh, sorry," he said, noticing the confused look on Robbie's face. "These guys said they'd each pay me fifty bucks if I kissed you. Long story."

"You better fill me in during dinner tonight," Robbie said.

"Oh, I will," Martin said, pocketing some of the bills. "Oh, and here's half. It's not really fair of me to take it all."

Robbie took the money and pocketed it. "How thoughtful of you," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"See you guys later," the other furs said, walking off while stifling giggles.

"You realize that they're gonna spread that all around camp, right?" Robbie said.

"Robbie, we just made a hundred fifty bucks each. It's totally worth it," Martin said, grinning broadly. "And if they say we're gay, we can always say we just did it for the money."

"Or really freak em out and tell em we really are gay," Robbie giggled.

Martin hugged the fox. "God, I love you," he said, kissing Robbie on the cheek.

"I love you, too, wolfie," Robbie said, tickling Martin's nose.

Chuck cleared his throat. "Guys, could we just head down to the mess hall please?"

"Sure, cutie!" Martin said. Chuck blushed and turned away. Martin looked at Robbie. The fox shook his head sadly. Martin nodded. "Let's go."

The pups walked to the mess hall in silence. When they got there, the other cubs were chatting at a dull roar, usual for meal times. The pups got in line for dinner. They couldn't see what was being served, but they could smell it, and the smell wasn't encouraging.

"What the hell is that smell?" Martin asked.

"I think it's dinner," Robbie said with a cringe.

"I sure hope not, cause that smells nasty," Martin said, waving a paw in front of his nose.

The pups were disappointed to find out that the smell WAS coming from dinner - mystery meat in a putrid looking gray sauce and potatoes. The pups took a bit and retreated to their usual table. They poked at the meat experimentally.

"I think I saw it move," Martin said sarcastically.

"Is this even edible?" Robbie asked, stabbing some with his fork and examining it.

Chuck stabbed a bit and cautiously nibbled it.

"Does it taste as bad as it looks?" Martin asked.

Chuck shook his head. "It tastes worse than it looks," he muttered, holding his nose closed and putting it in his mouth. He swallowed it quickly. "I'm not even sure if it's food."

Robbie stabbed a piece and put it in his mouth. It felt slimy and squishy. The fox swallowed it, and nearly gagged. "Bleh. I think I need to wash my mouth," Robbie said, rubbing his tongue to remove the last foul traces of the night's dinner.

Martin stabbed a piece and put it in his mouth. He chewed it for a few seconds and swallowed it. "Eh, it's not that bad." The other two pups stared at him in shock, jaws dropped. "Hey, at least it's edible," Martin said, blushing a bit and rubbing the back of his head.

The pups finished their dinner wordlessly, though certainly not quietly. Gags and groans were heard throughout the mess hall that evening. Even a few of the counselors looked skeptical at the evening menu.

When the pups left the mess hall, they were greeted with a light misty rain. It obscured the world without soaking it. The ground was moist, but not yet muddy. The pups returned to their tent in silence.

When they reached the tent, the all sat down in a circle.

"So, this is our last night together," Martin said, somewhat wistfully.

"Time sure does fly," Robbie said. "You and I need to have a sleepover soon," he said to Martin.

"You know it!" the wolf said with a wink. He noticed Chuck looking downtrodden. "Maybe we could invite Chuck along, too. How's that sound?"

Chuck looked up, a look of surprise on his face. "You mean that? You'd invite me over for a sleepover?"

Robbie and Martin nodded. "Sure we would," Robbie said. "My parents are really easy about that. Maybe in a couple days, if your parents will letcha, I can invite you both over."

"That'd be sweet!" Martin said, punching the air in triumph.

Chuck nodded. "I'd like that. No one's ever even invited me over to their house for a day, let alone for a night."

Martin giggled. "Don't worry, pal, we'll change that soon enough!"

Chuck giggled lightly. "Thanks, guys."

The pups grinned at him. Chuck smiled back, a smile which slowly faded into an uncomfortable stare.

"What's wrong?" Robbie asked.

"I wouldn't hafta...yiff you guys...to stay over...would I?" he asked shakily.

"Of course not!" the pups said together.

"We wouldn't force you to do that," Robbie said.

"We're not mean like that," Martin said. "Besides, as long as I've got my widdle foxie, I'll be happy!" Martin put his arm around Robbie's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek.

Robbie giggled. "We'll have each other, and we'll wait for you to go to sleep before we get to playing with each other, so you don't even hafta be awake for it."

"We can have loads of fun together," Martin said. "Video games, playing in the back yard, more video games."

"I've got a really big back yard," Robbie said. "And there's woods we can go play in. My mom lets me roam free as long as I'm back in time for meals."

"Meals at Robbie's..." Martin said wistfully. "So much better than at my house..."

"Or here," Robbie put in. The pups giggled.

Chuck yawned. "I think I'm gonna get ready for bed," Chuck said, trying to rub sleep from his eyes.

"Alright," Robbie said. "Want us to turn around while you change?"

"Nah, you guys don't have to," Chuck said as he pulled his shirt off. "I don't mind if you watch me change, as long as you don't try to touch me." He turned around and pulled off his pants and underwear, and began digging in his backpack, bum in the air, tail waving side to side. Martin jokingly reached a paw out to touch Chuck's behind, but Robbie slapped his paw.

"Ouch," Martin whispered as he nursed his paw.

"What was that?" Chuck asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Nothing," Robbie said as he reached behind Martin and gave him a quick, light squeeze on the bottom. Martin murred and did the same to Robbie.

Chuck shook his head, and turned to continue digging. He pulled out a pair of his absorbent underwear and pulled it on. He laid out his pajamas on his sleeping bag, and turned to face the pups.

"Um...when I sleep over...you guys don't mind the whole bedwetting thing?"

"It's no problem," Robbie said. "My mom is really understanding, so if you have an accident, she'll help you out."

"And Robbie and I will prolly share his bed like we always do, so you'll just have to bring a sleeping bag, and everything'll be fine," Martin said.

"Ok," Chuck said, as he pulled on his pajamas. He yawned widely.

Robbie checked his watch. It was a little after nine. "So, Martin, the night is young. Whadaya wanna do?"

Martin thought for a moment. "Time?"

"Nine o'clock."

"Too early yet to try to sneak around outside..."

"Why would you wanna sneak around outside?" Robbie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why, to take a skinny dip in the lake, of course!" Martin said.

Robbie shook his head. "I'd rather not tonight. There's that pond out in the woods behind my house we could go skinny dip in when you come over, though."

"Alright," Martin said, ears and tail drooping. "Well, do you wanna do anythin?"

Robbie grinned sheepishly at the wolf. "Strip down and cuddle?"

Martin giggled. "Sure. You're a cuddly little foxie. Let's do it!"

The two pups stripped and wiggled into Robbie's sleeping bag. Chuck crawled into his own sleeping bag and turned away.

"Night, guys," Chuck said as he settled himself in.

"Night, Chuck," the two pups said. The giggled quietly and stared into each other's eyes, holding each other tight.

Chuck fell asleep quickly, apparently worn out. Robbie and Martin spent a little time staring into each other's eyes, reminiscing on the fun they had had in the past, and imagining how much more fun they'd have now. Locked in a tight embrace, the pups relaxed themselves seamlessly from a world of daydreams to the realm of sleep.