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This story was written for Serling as part of my themed Patreon request day for May 2018. The theme this month was "Going Camping" and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and a lot of bashfulness in a particularly confined space. :3

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The camping trip hadn't gone as smoothly as Freddy and James had initially hoped. No. In fact, saying it hadn't gone smoothly was being too kind. It had been a complete and utter disaster. First, James had slipped and fallen into the river as they had tried to be daring and cross it via stepping stones rather than the bridge barely twenty feet away. In doing so his backpack and everything in it had been soaked through. Then, upon arriving at their chosen campsite and trying to lay everything out to dry, it had started to pour with rain before they'd even managed to get their tent up. And finally, just as the absolute shitty icing on the top of a cake already full of pure faeces, when finally they had crawled into the tent and made some small effort to keep Freddy's supplies at least somewhat shielded from the elements, they had barely been granted ten minutes of peace before hearing a bellowing sound from outside, and peering out of the tent just in time to see a herd of deer trampling through the clearing, the solitary stag amongst them lowing and thrashing around in a panic as James' clothes and sleeping bag were impaled upon his vast antlers from the branches over which they had been hanging.

The two friends could only watch on in horror as the stag galloped away with the sleeping bag and clothes still attached to him, and as they slipped their even more soaking wet heads back into the tent once more, Freddy could only muster the strength to utter a single jaded sigh.

"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds about right..."

The remainder of the afternoon was pretty miserable all around. Freddy was pissed off at James for slipping and falling after it had been his idea to take the stepping stones, James was pissed off at Freddy for acting like he'd planned on doing it, and they were both pissed off at nature itself as the downpour continued not just for a few minutes, but for an hour, then two, three, four, right up until night was beginning to fall. The hare and husky were more or less dry by that point, having used Freddy's towel and a few items of the hare's clothing to pat themselves down, and while Freddy was wearing what had meant to have been the following day's underwear, his canine friend was seated at the far end of the tent with his tail curled bashfully around his otherwise naked body. In a choice between that or soaking wet clothes that would itch at his fur and probably land him with a case of hypothermia, there was really no choice at all, no matter how humiliating it might have been.

If either of them had been worried about the embarrassment and awkwardness of the day ending there though, they needn't have. When finally it grew so dark that they could barely see one another in the tent, and Freddy finally turned on their single torch... three backups all having been waterlogged within James' pack, he looked towards where his sleeping bag was laid out with longing... and groaned in a sudden realisation. He should have thought about this before now, but they had been so wrapped up first in the anger of their situation as it happened and then in the frustration in one another that had followed, that only now did it cross his mind.

"So... do you want to sleep in shifts, or..."

He nodded to the solitary sleeping bag, the only source of warmth as the cool evening air closed in around their tent and the rain outside continued to drum loudly, incessantly against its canvas walls. James frowned, and looked expectantly at the hare.

"Or what? Is there even another option? Do you want me to say that I'll go without and just lie out here naked all night?"

Freddy sighed.

"Look, man. I'm sorry about getting pissed at you earlier, but c'mon. I'm not a total asshole. I wouldn't do that to you. I was gonna say, if we didn't wanna do shifts... we should, y'know... share it."

James' brow remained furrowed, though he did feel a little guilty for jumping to that conclusion about one of his best friends.

"Share it? How is that any different from taking shifts?"

Freddy looked from the husky to the sleeping bag, then back again, waiting for the penny to drop without saying another word. And sure enough, not long afterwards...

"O-oh. Share it."

James murmured, his cheeks glowing slightly in part due to the idea his friend was proposing, and in part due to his foolishness at not comprehending that fact right away. If Freddy planned on mocking him for being so dumb though, it didn't seem as though it was on the hare's mind at that moment in time. Instead the other man just ran a hand through his brown furred head and shrugged, trying to be casual even though his own cheeks were just as flushed.

"Yeah. I mean, it'd definitely be warmer for us both, and we wouldn't have to worry about not getting sleep so long as we both, y'know... fit. It's up to you though. Whatever you're more comfortable with."

The husky smiled, touched hy his friend's offer despite all that they'd been through today. He nodded towards Freddy, beginning to extend a hand but hurriedly moving it back to his crotch as his tail wagged and he very nearly exposed himself.

"And you really don't mind? Like, you're comfortable with it? Even though I'm, y'know... naked?"

Freddy chuckled and shrugged.

"I mean, we're all naked under our clothes. Doesn't stop us hugging and stuff. No, man. I really don't mind. But... I am getting pretty tired, and I think we both just want this night to be over. So, if you wanna try it? Now would be the time, before knowing our luck this torch craps out on us."

Barely a minute later, having unzipped the entire side of the sleeping bag so that first James and them Freddy himself could slide into it from the side, the two men found to their relief that there was indeed enough room for them both. Neither of them were particularly lean, but nor were they overly large, so even when Freddy zipped up the side of the sleeping bag just to test out how they could move around, the pair found themselves at least capable of turning over and shuffling around without elbowing their friend in the eye or kneeing the other man in the crotch.

"So... do you want me to let us back out? Do you wanna set up any ground rules or anything before we turn in for the night properly?"

Freddy asked the question, but he sort of received his answer before James had spoken a single word as rather loudly and overtly the husky yawned, prompting a similar reaction from Freddy himself. As his muzzle fell shut again, James shook his head.

"No. No ground rules. I trust you, and besides... I've fallen asleep on your dorm room bed drunk enough times to know that you're a cuddler."

Freddy snorted with laughter, rolling over so that he and James were back to back, the warmth of their bodies already rendering the sleeping bag pleasantly cosy within while the near nakedness of both their bodies as the rain continued to pound down upon the tent's exterior kept them from feeling as though overheating could ever be a worry.

"Oh please, everyone's a cuddler when they're drunk!"

James chuckled, both men blushing slightly as the husky felt his tail start to wag and brush up against Freddy's lower back as it did so. He soon got it back under control though, and as Freddy shut off the torch and they were cast into near total darkness, he murmured to the hare one last time as his eyes fell shut.

"G'nite, cuddler."

Freddy chuckled, and murmured wearily back to him.

"G'nite, naked boy."

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It was... well, Freddy really had no way of knowing what time it was when he awoke, but it was still pitch black. He didn't know what had caused him to wake up, but as soon as he did so, he was glad that he had. His eyes bulged, and the hare barely held back a gasp of shock and embarrassment as he realised two things in almost perfect unison. First, he was wrapped around James like the cosiest of big spoons, feeling his legs protruding forward to follow the curve of the husky's own and his hips thrust out against the other male's utterly bare buttocks. While that was a little embarrassing though, to find out that drunk or not he apparently was a cuddler, it was nothing compared to the total humiliation that surged through Freddy's body as he realised that he was rock hard within his boxer shorts, and that his erection was nestled rather firmly between the cheeks of James' rump with its tip stretching out the fabric of his underwear and probing against the base of the husky's curled tail.

Of course, his panic and humiliation was nothing to do with the fact that they were both guys. He wasn't the most adventurous person in the bedroom, but Freddy was no bigot and the idea of gay panic was laughable to him. Hell, there'd been a few guys in high school that he had thought were every bit as cute as some of the girls, even though he'd never actually gone down that route with anyone who identified as male. The reason for his shame was because the guy against whom his cock was so firmly and urgently pressed was still fast asleep, and had no idea that subconsciously or otherwise Freddy's body was being immensely inappropriate towards his. What he'd done, what he'd let himself do even while sleeping, it was a violation of his closest friend's privacy. A violation of the worst kind, and it made Freddy sick to his stomach to think what might have happened if James had woken up to find him in that state.

Slowly, as carefully as he could, he pulled his hips back from James' own. He separated them as best he could with what little space he had, until before long his own backside was pressed firmly against the side of the sleeping bag. Taking a few deep breaths as he tried to make out James' shape in the darkness, trying to see whether he had disturbed the husky at all. The only sign of movement from James however was a slight twitching of his tail, brushing it back and forth across Freddy's chest in a way that made the hare's cock twitch. Stifling another gasp, Freddy prepared to turn himself over. To roll over and... god, he couldn't sleep again, what if he did the same thing? He couldn't masturbate to relieve the issue. Not in such close quarters and with no replacement underwear to put on. His head span with how he could possibly get out of this situation short of spending the whole rest of the night just lying there thinking abut his throbbing cock and praying that his own anxiety forced it into submission, but before Freddy could turn, or make any other move to change the situation, he felt something that changed everything in a very different way than he could ever have planned.

He felt James' body shift, and move, and he caught himself just before letting loose yet another overwhelmed gasp when the husky's rump backed up, and pressed itself against the hare's straining cock every bit as firmly as before, this time leaving Freddy with absolutely no space to move and nowhere to go.

It couldn't have been an accident. It couldn't have been just bad luck on his part that their bodies had ended up arranged that way again, and that James had for whatever reason wanted the affection of Freddy's touch as they slept. But, at the same time it couldn't not be an accident. Because, if it wasn't an accident, then what he had just felt the husky do was deliberate. And if James had just deliberately pressed his ass back against Freddy's erection, then surely he must have been aware of it. Surely, if that was the case, he must have been awake.

"J-James?"

Freddy whispered, and immediately the husky sprang forward, away from his cock with a strangled, humiliated yelp.

"I wasn't!!"

James cried in a mournful wail of someone who knew they had been caught doing something they weren't meant to do, or at least something they had been told that they weren't meant to do. The husky caught himself, but too late.

"I... I mean... w-what? S-sorry, I... ooh god, I think I was dreaming and..."

Freddy could hear the shame, the frustration, the guilt and the panic in his friend's voice. It broke his heart, and he knew in that moment he had to prove to James that much as he hadn't expected to feel what he had felt, now that he was feeling it, he wasn't unhappy with it. In fact, if his cock's current state had anything to say about the matter at hand, he was rather thrilled with it.

"James, it's okay."

He whispered back to the husky, shuffling forward now, leaving his friend as the one with no space to move as his cock pressed against the dog's bare rump once again. At the same time one of his hands slipped forward and around the side of James' body, reaching down in the limited space available to see if his suspicions were correct, and soon finding out that absolutely were. His fingers made contact with hard, hot, bare flesh. With the quivering shaft of James' own rampant erection. He encircled it. Squeezed the shaft comfortingly, stimulatingly within his grasp, and rocked his hips against those of his friend as a strangled, obviously pleasure-stricken yelp escaped the husky's muzzle.

"F-Freddy, ahhhhh! I... I woke up a little while ago, and you were... y-you were hard. I swear you were already like that. I swear on my life. On everything."

The husky feverishly tried to explain even as Freddy continued to stroke his cock, and to buck gently against the other male's tight rear end.

"But, I wasn't upset. I w-wasn't scared. Oh god. Oh, I... I liked it, Freddy. I got hard too, a-and... and you were cuddling me. And it felt so nice, s-so warm. I could feel you twitching. I thought you liked it. I thought you were dreaming."

An even more strangled yelp escaped the dog when he felt the hare's tented underwear draw back from his rear end, only to feel motion within the sleeping back behind himself, and soon to feel bare, exposed flesh rubbing against his buttocks in place of stretched out fabric. His eyes bulged, and he wailed in delight as Freddy started to hump him anew, boxers now wrapped around his thighs and cock free to explore without restraint.

"But then you stopped and pulled away, s-so I thought... oh god, I thought I'd help you out. I didn't know you'd woken up. I swear I would have said something If I did. I... a-and now... now I'm... and you're... ooohh, you're... w-with my cock. With your cock!"

Once more as the husky's frantic explanation continued Freddy pulled back, but this time not to rearrange himself. He didn't let go of James' cock for a moment, but rolled James over onto his back. A moment later, he straddled the husky. He laid himself down over the writhing, whimpering dog, and as his hand released James' erection at last, he began to grind his own rock hard cock down against his dear friend's own member.

"Oh god. Ohh god, Freddy! Oh god! Please! P-please... don't stop! Please d-hhhaahhh... mmmnnghhh!"

A few more frantic cries escaped the husky, and only in that moment did it occur to Freddy that the rain had stopped, and he could hear every gasp, every whimper, every strangled cry to escape his companion as clear as day while they humped and rubbed and throbbed against one another. No sooner had that thought crossed his mind though, he silenced any further impending cries on James' part and indeed his own too by pressing his muzzle feverishly, blindly in the near pitch darkness to the husky's own. Their tongues warred as their bodies bucked and writhed against one another in the tight confines of their shared sleeping bag, and as their arms and legs wrapped feverishly around one another to ensure their needy bodies didn't part, their breathing and whimpering grew ever more ragged and overwhelmed, until finally neither one of them could hold back from this joy that until mere minutes ago they hadn't even known that they were missing any longer.

Two cocks twitched and strained as they rubbed up against one another between two fluffy furred bellies. Two muzzles and tongues teased and lavished intense affection upon one another. Two pairs of eyes stared deep into their friend's own, seeing passion, joy, and love like they had never known before beaming back at them. Two sets of swollen balls rested against one another as each of their owners felt them grow suddenly, achingly tight. A mere second or so later two echoing cries rang out through the tent and way out into the forest all around, and the two friends suddenly turned lovers let loose two abundant loads of hot cum all over one another's urgently throbbing cocks and onto the quaking, trembling fur and flesh of their lover's body beyond.

"Cum with me, James! Oh! Oh yes, cum with me!"

There was no more concealing how they felt, not from one another nor even from themselves.

"Yes! Freddy, y-yes, I... oohhh god, I'm cumming!"

There was no more time for silly arguments, or drunken snuggling, or camping trips out into the forest just so they could spend some quality time alone together.

"Hold me!"

"Kiss me!"

"Ohhh James!"

"Oh! Ohh yes, F-Freddy!"

Right there in that tent, right there in the tight confines of that solitary sleeping bag, there was nowhere to hide from their feelings for one another.

And from that night onward, the two friends would never have to hide their feelings or their desire for one another ever again.

By Jeeves

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