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Author's Note: Heyo, readers! Here's a story that I decided to cut from the Summer Camp timeline, for many reasons. Among them, I wanted to move the plot forward, it seemed too convenient to have the camp counselor live in their neighborhood, the characters' personalities changed and I didn't feel like this kind of thing would fit... it's not finished, and likely won't be, but you can still enjoy it and imagine "what if?" So enjoy some unfinished gay sex~

Robbie slowly crept around to the front of the house. He treaded lightly, not wanting to make a sound, listening intently. He gently rubbed the trigger of his water pistol, knowing that his target was nearby, and ready to shoot at a moment's notice.

He perked up his ears, and heard someone giggling around the corner of the house. He knew he had the element of surprise, but it wouldn't last for long. He leapt around the corner, shooting his water pistol blindly.

Robbie was knocked backwards by a blast from the hose.

"Hey, no fair!" Robbie cried, struggling against the stream of water to try to shoot the wolf holding the hose.

"You never said I couldn't use the hose, Robbie!" Martin teased, giggling wildly as he sprayed the fox.

"Oh, yeah?" Robbie cried, running around the house.

"Yeah!" Martin said, dropping the hose and pulling out a water pistol he had stuffed in his shorts. He bolted around the house, chasing Robbie.

As he rounded the corner and reached the back yard, Martin was met with a hose held by Robbie.

"Two can play at that game!" Robbie yelled, spraying the wolf.

Martin giggled and tried to escape the water. "Oh, you bastard!" he cried, arms raised over his head as he ran.

Robbie cast aside the hose and gave chase, shooting Martin with his water pistol. As they reached the front yard, Martin turned around to face Robbie, and the fox ran headlong into him, sending them both to the ground, laughing hysterically (and soaked right down to the fur).

As their laughter died down, Robbie noticed a squirrel running on the other side of the street. "Hey, isn't that Jerry?" Robbie asked.

"Who?" Martin asked, looking at the squirrel.

"The counselor from camp," Robbie said. "That looks like him."

"Let's find out!" Martin said, crawling out from under Robbie and running to the fence. "Jerry! JERRY!!!"

The squirrel paused and removed an ear bud from his ear, looking to the source of the voice. His face brightened as he caught sight of the two boyfurs. "Hi boys!" Jerry called, waving and fumbling with an mp3 player strapped to his jogging shorts.

"What are you doing here?" Robbie called, running to the fence as Jerry crossed the street.

"Well, the camp administrators didn't take too kindly to my, uh... comments about the camp's name, so they fired me," he said, shrugging and leaning on the fence.

"Aww, I liked your comments!" Martin said. "They were funny!"

"Yeah, the cubs seemed to like it, but unfortunately, my bosses didn't agree," Jerry said sadly. "But it's not that bad."

"You don't need the money?" Robbie asked.

Jerry laughed. "The money sucks. I could get better pay working at Wal-Mart! I work at the camp..." he trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished, seeming to catch himself.

"Why do you work at the camp?" Robbie asked.

Martin giggled lightly. "Yeah, why would you wanna be around all of those cubs?" he asked, with a hint of suspicion.

Jerry blushed lightly and cleared his throat. "I just like working with cubs, that's all," he said, slightly defensively.

Martin raised an eyebrow, looking at the squirrel. "Gosh, why are you acting like that, Jerry? Not like you've got naughty things on the mind, dooooo yoooou?"

The squirrel gasped, and shook his head quickly. "N-No! What would make you think that?"

The wolf leaned in close, taking hold of Jerry's paw. "Well, let's test it, then, shall we?" he said, bringing the squirrel's paw to rest against his groin. The squirrel let his paw remain there for a moment, feeling the young wolf's sheath through his clothing before quickly withdrawing his paw.

"Do you want to get me arrested?" Jerry hissed at Martin. He looked around to make sure no one else might have caught sight of their little display.

"Oh, come on, you know you liked it," Martin teased.

Jerry shook his head. "No, that's not it at all," he said.

Martin giggled lightly. "You sure? Because if you want more, I'd gladly give it," he said, slipping his fingers into the waist of his pants and holding them open. Jerry's eyes quickly fell to the wolf's crotch, getting a view of his sheath and sack.

Jerry shut his eyes tight. "What are you trying to do?" he hissed.

"Make you an offer you can't refuse," Martin whispered. "I want you to yiff me."

Jerry's eyes popped open in shock. "What?!" he cried in a surprised whisper.

"Martin, what are you doing?" Robbie hissed at him.

Martin smiled at Robbie. "You can join me if you want, or not. Your choice." He turned his attention to Jerry. "So whaddaya say? Care to yiff me?"

Jerry looked unconvinced. "Why would you want me to yiff you?" he whispered.

Martin smiled. "You can't honestly say you don't wanna yiff me, with how you felt me and looked at me."

Jerry gulped. "You're not gonna tell anyone about that...are you?"

Martin smiled slyly. "I'll keep it secret on one condition."

Jerry remained silent, afraid of what that condition would be.

Martin leaned in close. "You gotta yiff me."

Jerry sighed. "Fine. Let me finish jogging first, then if you really want to, drop by my house around, say, one o'clock."

Martin giggled and nodded. "Deal! Where d'ya live?"

"Number 87, just down the road," Jerry said. "Technically my parents' place, but it's my home for the summer. B'sides, they're off on one of their 'adventures.' No complaints here."

The wolf grinned. "Gotcha. See ya at one, then!"

Jerry shook his head, put his ear buds back in, and resumed jogging. Martin watched him go.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Robbie asked.

Martin smiled. "Just gettin' us another yiff buddy!"

Robbie groaned and dragged a paw down his face. "What if I don't want another yiff buddy?"

"Well, you don't have to come, but I'm going!" Martin said, smiling.

Robbie sighed and checked his watch. "Well, he said to stop by at one, and that's still an hour away."

"So let's have lunch now, so we've got plenty of energy to yiff Jerry!" Martin said, bounding off to the back yard, picking up the dropped water pistols as he went.

Robbie sighed and followed Martin. Sure, he loved yiffing his friend, but he wasn't so sure that yiffing an adult was a good idea. Robbie knew he was going with Martin, even though he had no intention of yiffing the squirrel. He wanted to be there more for Martin's benefit, hoping beyond hope that he could convince Martin not to go.

As the two pups entered the house, Robbie's mom greeted them.

"Hello, boys!" Terry said, beaming at the two pups. "My, my, looks like you two were having fun."

"Yup!" Martin said, grinning back. "Just came in to grab some lunch."

"Thought so," Terry said, ruffling the wolf's headfur. "I made sandwiches if you two are interested. They're in the fridge, second shelf. Oh, and Robbie?" The fox perked his ears and looked at his mother. "I need to head out to the store, pick up some groceries for tonight. You two will be ok by yourselves for a couple of hours, right?"

"Oh, I think we can handle ourselves," Martin said, winking at Robbie.

"I guess so," Robbie said, trying to avoid his mother's gaze as he shot a glare at Martin. "When'll you be back?"

"Oh, probably between two and three," Terry said as she grabbed her car keys from the ring by the door. "Might do a bit of back to school shopping while I'm out. Summer'll be over before you know it, after all!"

Robbie winced at the thought of going back to school, but nodded. "Alright, Mom. I think we'll be fine."

Terry grinned, and gave her son a quick kiss between his ears. "Love you, Robbie!" she said as she turned and headed to the front door.

"Love you, too, Mom," Robbie replied, watching her go.

As soon as she was gone, Martin beamed, pumping his fist in the air. "Yes! We can head over to Jerry's while she's gone, and be back before her. She won't even have to know!"

"Great," Robbie muttered, his tail drooping as he followed the wolf into the kitchen.

The fox spent the entirety of the next forty-five minutes trying to convince the wolf not to act on his plan to seduce Jerry.

"Robbie, if you really don't wanna go, you don't hafta, but I'm going!" Martin said, walking down the street.

Robbie sighed. His objections were clearly falling on deaf ears. "At least wait until one," Robbie pleaded.

"What's wrong with going a few minutes early?" Martin asked.

Robbie sighed again and remained quiet. He put his paws into the pockets of his still damp shorts and followed the wolf to the house down the street. Martin pressed the doorbell and waited for Jerry to answer.

"I'm coming!" a voice called from inside. Jerry opened the front door, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, his fur visibly damp. His eyes opened wide when he saw the two pups standing on his doorstep.

"Hiya, Jerry!" Martin said, beaming.

"You're early," Jerry said.

Martin giggled and nodded. "Mind if we come in?"

Jerry sighed and opened the door wider, allowing the two pups entry.

"Nice place," Martin said, looking around at the furnishings.

"I suppose," Jerry replied. "It's not really my style, but I get to live here rent-free while I'm off from university, so I can't complain. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get dressed," he said, starting up the stairs. Martin bounded in front of him, barring the way.

"Gosh, why would you wanna do that?" Martin asked, advancing on the squirrel.

"Because I'm naked under this!" Jerry said, getting flustered.

Martin giggled. "You're not plannin' on wearin' clothes when you yiff me, are ya?"

Jerry stared at the wolf, incredulous. "You're really serious about that, aren't you?"

"Let me put it this way," Martin said, taking Jerry's paw and leading him to a couch in the living room. He pushed the stunned adult into the couch. "Robbie, shut the curtains, please."

Robbie did as he was asked, and stood by the window, watching what Martin was doing.

"Just what exactly are you planning on doing?" Jerry asked.

Martin giggled and threw off his shirt. "I was thinkin of givin you a blow job, then havin you yiff my tailhole," he said, pulling off his pants and underwear. "You like that idea?"

Jerry stared at Martin. "You're not serious," he said. "You couldn't be!"

Martin dropped to his knees in front of Jerry and opened his bathrobe. He smiled and licked the squirrel's hardening member. "Oh, I'm serious, all right, and by the looks of it, you really want this!"

Jerry watched in shock as the wolf's tongue worked its way up and down his length, moaning quietly. He really did want to yiff the wolf, though he was unwilling to say so, but he had to admit that he was enjoying the wolf's licking.

The squirrel gasped as he felt the wolf's muzzle close around the tip of his length. "No teeth," he said, an edge of fear in his voice.

Martin smiled up at the squirrel, curling his lip over his top teeth and using his tongue to protect Jerry from the bottom. He swirled his tongue around Jerry's length, sucking it gently.

Jerry moaned in pleasure, putting his paws on the wolf's head. Martin murred softly and moved his muzzle down, taking in more of Jerry's length.