Because of Camp, Chapter 2: Open Eyes
Because of Camp
By Bunny Hops
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bunnyhops/
http://bunny-hops.sofurry.com/
Players:
Pete: 17 year old male bunny (Oryctolagus cuniculus) 5'8" 150 lbs
Porter: 15 year old male smooth coated Jack Russell terrier (Canis lupus familiaris) 5'3" 110 lbs
Zeke: 17 year old male European mouflon (Ovis orientalis musimon) 5'9" 175 lbs
Tommy: 15 year old male Kodiak bear (Ursus arctos middendorffi) 6'1" 255 lbs
Sammy: 20 year old lioness (Panthera leo) 5'10" 135 lbs
Chad: 19 year old male lion (Panthera leo) 6'2" 180 lbs
Mathe: 16 year old male green anole (Anolis carolinensis) 5'11" 155 lbs
Audrey: 17 year old female European polecat (Mustela putorius) 5'8" 140 lbs
Setting: Camp, summer 2004
Open Eyes
Pete was up shortly after the sun and carefully scaled down his bunk. It was still very early, so he wasn't too concerned about someone spotting his starched boxers, but he still wrapped a towel around his waist to disrobe and slip on his still damp trunks. More likely the wetness came from sweating it out in the hot night without AC, but he wasn't going to risk it.
It was against the rules to go out of the cabin in the morning, but the rules were lax and the punishment laxer, so the bunny carefully unlatched the door and popped outside. The hinges could use a spray of WD40, but he was confident anyone who might have noticed wouldn't have cared.
The summer days were hot, but the mornings were cool and calm. The sun was trickling through the tops of the trees casting orange light over the cabins and field. Pete could hear the early morning singing of birds welcoming the day. There wasn't any dew on the ground, but the air had the faint odor of wet dirt. Needless to say, Pete enjoyed the mornings well enough to wake up at the crack of dawn every day and just drink it in.
Walking down the trail and past the pool, Pete ventured across the field to the edge of the lake. He didn't dare get in--swimming without a lifeguard is something they care about--but sitting along the water was just fine. He needed the quiet calm of the mirror lake to think. He had a plan in mind, but it was unclear around the edges.
A couple of hours past, and Pete found his way back to the cabin, ready for the call to breakfast. Together, Zeke and Pete walked the gravel road to the main lodge, finally taking the time to catch up.
Zeke was the first to get to the point, "So, how are you getting along with Porter?"
"He's a lovely guy, but I don't know if he's, you know, like us."
"Ah. He does look like a heart breaker, that one."
"I do have a plan, though. If nothing else, it'll solidify our friendship. That is, if it works as planned."
"Oh, c'mon, Pete, does anything ever work as planned?"
"Not when I'm in charge of the details."
The both had a laugh.
Now it was Pete's turn to ask, "And Mathe? How's it going with your scalie friend?"
"It's no secret he's like us. He's aggressive in that he knows what he wants and goes for it. He was hitting on me left and right before he had any inkling that I was interested! During that pool game yesterday, I gave his ass a little brush to let him know I was interested. His response? To immediately turn around, cupped my crotch, and give my ass a squeeze."
"Hahahaha, nice. So, you two knock boots, yet?"
"What do you take me as? A two dollar whore?"
Pete stopped and gave the ram a look.
"No, we haven't."
"But..." Pete coaxed.
"But I think we'll meet somewhere tonight."
"That's my girl," the bunny slapped Zeke's back.
"Oh, fuck you."
Once inside the lodge, Zeke broke off to find Mathe, while Pete gravitated to Porter and his big bear friend.
"'Mo'nin' fellas," Pete said jollily as he sat down next to next to Tommy and across from Porter, "How did your first night treat you?"
"Tommy snores like a drunk big-nostril'd dragon," Porter mentioned, adding, "so I'm pretty sure he was the only one who got more than an hour's worth of sleep."
"Now that you mention it, you do look pretty tired."
"I'm well rested," Tommy added with a big grin, "after all, us bears are known for sleeping well."
"Well, if you guys are up to it, I have a plan for something fun to do today," the bunny mentioned coyly with a flick of his ears.
Before either could inquire, Chad, Pete and Zeke's cute lion counselor, rang the chime and let all the furs get up and get breakfast. It was the normal mass produced breakfast fare of scrambled eggs, country potatoes, dried out sausage patties, and toast with individually packaged store brand grape jelly.
Bringing their trays back to the table, Porter mentioned, with puffy, nearly closed eyes, "I wish they served coffee here for us. Or at least some energy drinks."
Tommy let out a deep laugh, "Yup, you could use a little pick me up, buddy." Pete got the distinctive feeling that if the two buds were sitting next to each other, as opposed to sitting across the table from one another, the Kodiak would have grabbed the small pup by the shoulders and given him a mighty comradely shake.
"So," Tommy paused long enough to shovel a forkful of ketchup covered eggs into his maw, "what was this about 'fun'?"
Pete leaned in and lowered his voice, making the conversation seem strictly confidential, "I was thinking we could ditch this place for a few hours and head into town."
"What's there to do in town?" At least Tommy seemed interested, even if Porter looked like he was sleep-eating through breakfast.
"It's a little tourist-trap town. There are plenty of interesting niche stores, as well as hole-in-the-wall restaurants that aren't that expensive, off the beaten path. Locals have to eat somewhere, and, like I always say, eat where the locals do."
"We didn't bring any money," Porter slurred, eyes still having trouble lifting off from the floor, mind a thousand miles away.
"You should always make sure to bring at least a little cash wherever you go. You never know when you'll need some."
Porter finally looked up at the bunny and smirked, "Thank you, mother."
Although he fought it, Pete's reciprocating smirk couldn't have been held back, "Har-har. Anywho, I could find it in my heart to treat you guys to some ice cream, but I never really spend any money in town. It's more about getting out, having an adventure, even if it's only a mentally manufactured adventure. You know, doing something you're not supposed to do for the sole reason of doing something you're not supposed to do. Don't worry: it's fun."
"You make it all sound so exciting, but I think I'm just going to stay right here and fall asleep in my eggs," the pup said.
"And, besides, they're having an ultimate Frisbee competition today," Tommy was quick to add.
"Tomorrow, then? " Pete was not willing to give up so quickly.
"Sure," Tommy agreed.
The bunny looked to Porter for a response.
"Sleep now, decisions later," he finally responded.
"Don't worry, he'll come."
Pushing the outing back another day really wasn't a plan-breaker. In fact, it might allow for an opportunity to make the deal even sweeter.
After breakfast Porter slipped back into his cabin to sleep (Pete had a fleeting thought of being offered to join him and just spoon the day away), Zeke disappeared with Mathe somewhere, Tommy went to join a Frisbee team and practice, and Pete was left to his own devices. What to do, what to do?
Pete was a little wound up and excited from the positive confirmation of an outing with Porter, but he was also very nervous. If he could get the bear out of the picture, and lure the terrier into an intimate moment, he might be able to seduce him beyond mere friendship. Sexuality's a touching thing, Pete knew, and cultural and social aspects can be more of a contributing factor to relationships than love, arousal, or even lust. If a fur is on the edge, or open to new experiences and feelings, then they can be swayed. Others will fight their true nature to a bitter defeat.
It was a lot to devour...
Pete spent the rest of the day in the water, meeting new furs, meeting up with Porter and Tommy on occasion, but they went off in separate directions. He even saw Zeke and Mathe once in the evening, sneaking off into the woods together. When Zeke returned to the cabin for lights out, the ram was quiet and looked a little shaken. Pete didn't push too hard when Zeke didn't want to talk.
Pete fell asleep while gentle fondling himself. Back home he routinely masturbated himself to sleep, so even though he was thoroughly exhausted from frolicking around in the lake and pool all day, his hand crept down his shorts out of habit. He wasn't hard, so he didn't have the fear of getting caught, and the constant repetition of rolling his balls and patting his sheath was enough to lull him to sleep.
When the bunny woke up at his normal hour of "very early", his had was right where he left it, although he was suffering from a small bout of morning wood. It was extremely unlikely that anyone else was even stirringly awake, so the temptation to take care of his wood was particularly enticing. Stitting upright on his bed, he gave himself a couple of probing jerks before deciding not to risk it. His nerves were still asleep and his efforts to rub one out in his sleeping bag would be more like work than pleasure. After he woke up a bit, though, there was always the shower. The thought of beating it with the warm soapy water running over his fur didn't help him get back into his sheath, so he tried to push it out of his mind.
He tucked himself into the elastic band of his boxers and gentle hopped off his bed. He slipped on some shorts, but left his chest bare, and began to slip out the door. As he began to exit, he heard Zeke give a whispered, "Hey."
"Yea?" Pete whispered back.
"You mind if I come, too?"
"Sure. Go for the gusto, Zekey."
As the ram maneuvered his curved horns around the underside of the bunk, being careful not to bump them and make a commotion, Pete noticed Zeke was suffering from the same affliction of morning wood. Briefly the bunny wondered if Zeke, in the entire hormonal atmosphere that was running rampant through the camp--at least for a few furs--had a urge to bring about the good old times when the two of them let their curiosities get the better of them. They were each other's firsts, but in the end a romantic relationship just hadn't flourished. They had been friends before, and stayed friends. To say they "stayed friends after" wouldn't be right, since they still occasionally get, shall we say, "curious".
Zeke slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt and joined Pete as he slipped outside. Together they walked the distance to the dock on the adjacent side of the lake. The sun was just now streaming through the trees of the valley on the far side of the lake, painting orange stripes across the stoic lake.
They walked the six meters or so to the end of the wooden dock and sat, letting their bare feet soak in the water. The deck didn't go very far into the lake--the water under their feet was only crotch deep--but it was nice and wide, stretching about thirty meters where it ended in the "boat house" which was little more than an enclosure to house the kayaks and canoes in the winter.
"Beautiful morning isn't it?" the bunny said, flopping an ear back and gently sloshing the water with his feet. "After spending so many years in the concrete jungle, it's so nice to just sit and enjoy the packed full nothingness of nature."
"Remind me never to read your poetry," Zeke said almost as stoically as the lake.
"What's up, Zeke?"
Early birds chirping in the distance, frogs croaking around the edges of the lake, gurgles from fish or turtles in the water, and the gentle rustling of leaves as a breeze strolled in cut the silence.
"Zekey?" Pete reached an arm around his ram friend's shoulder, giving him an affectionate reassurance.
Zeke slumped a little and stared across the lake. Pete kept his arm around his friend, but letting him just be. He'll open up when he's ready.
After a few minutes, Zeke sat up straight and reciprocated the bunny's friendly squeeze by placing a hand at the small of his back. It shocked Pete a little, causing him to abruptly sit up straighter, but he soon relaxed into it. He knew Zeke well--they had been best buds since third grade--so he wasn't too shocked by what Zeke did next.
The ram slipped his paw down, around Pete's poofy cottontail, and down his shorts, paw cupping a cheek, fingers finding their way into the valley between. Pete let his arm slip off Zeke's shoulder and down the side of his shirt until he was holding him tight under the ribs.
The ram rolled his body on top of Pete's. Pete could respect that it was a talented move: slipping his hand out of the bunny's shorts, Zeke hiked his far leg up and over, until both knees were on the deck. He scooted his knees up the dock until he was sitting--straddling--Pete. Although Pete was nervous someone might see them, the brain in his smaller head was starting to take over.
He could feel himself growing out of his sheath. A little flash of imagination conjured up an image of him popping out of his shorts as Zeke unfastened the button and released the drawstring. Zeke pushed himself up on his knees as Pete lifted his butt off the dock, allowing the ram to slide the bunny's shorts and boxers down to his thighs.
Pete didn't know why, but he said, "How's things with Mathe?"
Zeke paused for a moment, sighing before letting escape, "He's aggressive in that he knows what he wants and goes for it."
Pete let him leave it at that. He looked down his chest, noticing his own cock had slid fully out of its sheath, but not fully erect, just flopping to the side. As he scanned farther down, noticing Zeke bulging underneath his shorts, the ram took his own clothes in paw and forced them down as far as they went. His dick sprung as it reached the open air. The naked pink flesh juxtaposed between the shorts barely clearing the base, and his shirt hiding his pubes.
Pete leaned back, placing his paws flat on the deck and using his arms like an A-frame for support. Zeke, however, closed the distance, using his paw to grab hold of both members together as he gave the bunny a hefty kiss, making sure to slip his tongue into the mix.
That was new to Pete. Although, throughout the years, they had given each other hand jobs, suck and swallowed each other in the most inventive positions, and have experimented in toy and finger insertion, there were two things they had never explored: anal sex and kissing. After all, kissing was for couples, and they were just friends.
Pete's heart was pounding. He couldn't tell if it was from arousal, or from being nervous about being caught, or even over the new direction Zeke and he might be heading. His little head didn't care, though, so he returned the kiss.
Pete really enjoyed the warm naked flesh of Zeke's cock on the underside of his, as well as the embracing grip holding the two together. He could feel the warm pre slathering him down there, but, although he was horny as hell and getting hornier, he was almost certain the bulk of the silky smooth warmth was coming from Zeke.
The ram wasn't stroking both of them off, like they usually did together in this position. The two of them locked lips, Zeke getting into it way more intensely than Pete (but in no way was he not enjoying it). The ram was reeling back and forth, using his knees as a fulcrum. The gentle, rocking hip thrusts slid his cock across the length of Pete's, sparking the nerves therein.
Pete leaned forward, pushing hard into Zeke's lusty smooching, opening wide to get a breath of air out the side of their lips. No longer having to pitch himself up by his arms, the bunny was free to reach his arms around the ram, placing one paw on his back and one on his bare ass. He pulled the two of them tight together, which lifted Zeke up a little. Pete briefly thought of picking his friend up and over his cock, getting himself in prime position to slide inside him. But that would definitely require some communication beforehand.
Zeke was taking heavy breaths in between--and in the middle of--his lofty kisses. Pete knew he could cum soon. He was never very apt at lasting very long, but he seemed to cram all the pleasure into a shorter time as opposed to just curtailing the fun.
Three short inhalations stopped the kissing. Pete let their faces separate so he could see the ram toss his curled horns into the air and let out a mighty moan. The ram's thick, warm seed gorged forth, spilling over Pete's cock and lower belly. Pete winced at Zeke's tightening embrace around his rod.
As Zeke's breathing got under control, Pete oddly got more aroused by the cum dripping down his side. When the ram offered his jizz covered paw to the bunny, he quickly lapped it up, sucking on the fingers' salty musk.
With his fingers still in Pete's mouth, Zeke looked deep into the bunny's eyes and said, "I love you. Not just as a friend. Why didn't we ever become a couple?"
The fingers slipped from Pete's mouth, but he didn't say anything.
"I want you inside me," Zeke whispered as he positioned himself over Pete's up stuck pole, causing Pete to lean all onto his back. Zeke did all the work, taking hold of the bunny rod and easing it inside him, the cum acting as an effective lube.
Of course the bunny's mind was racing. It was less "why is this happening," and more "what will become of Zeke and him?" Leave it to Pete to think long term, even with his tapered dick slipping into his long time best friend and first sexual explorer.
Zeke was apparently in an entirely different state of mind. His knees bit into Pete's skinny ribs with his shorts tucked down tight on his lower chest, almost entirely blocking Pete from the ram's fun-bits. In retrospect, Zeke probably should have slipped his clothes to one leg or the other; the position the two were in pushed the shorts uncomfortably into the bunny's gut. Not that he really minded it, all things considered.
Zeke let his ass fall with the full force of gravity until his stout, bushy tail rubbed up against Pete's two eggs.
Slipping up with only the force of his thighs, Zeke grit his teeth and groaned. He lifted his arm to the back of his neck, grabbing at the scruff as he slipped back down.
Pete, not really knowing what to do with himself, placed his paws on the ram's hips. Really, he was more than content in just placing his paws behind his head and allowing the ram to do whatever he wanted. He would like to move those shorts to see more of Zeke, though. The warm, gritty embrace Zeke's cinnamon hole surrounding him was a completely new experience, but in no way was it bad. The ram's anus gave a tight circle the rubbed up and down on the bunny's cock.
With Zeke bouncing up and down with increasing cadence, Pete was glad this was happening early in the morning with sleep-numbed nerves. Still, the bunny was riveting in his balls.
Pete grit his teeth and closed his eyes; his last image was of Zeke grabbing both of his curled horn in his paws, mouth open in a silent scream, pushing his cute ass down on the perpendicular Pete. That view made Pete want to scream, but instead he just bit his lip. He knew if he wanted to unleash a scream that would wake up the entire camp, he could have.
He fought the natural urgency to explode, contracting those inner muscles that held back the burst. He flopped his head onto the deck--a little more violently than he wanted, but whatever--an ear flapped over his eye, but he didn't care. His arms fell from Zeke's hips, hitting the deck with the force of gravity.
His eye squeezed shut and his mouth opened in a silence scream only years of masturbation in a room shared with his brother could have created. His muscles couldn't handle it anymore. His balls gave a quick, sharp, almost painful sensation demanding he released, and there was nothing the bunny could do about it.
He released with a convulsion of his hips, popping the ram up as he fell down. His seed pulsated into the ram's hole, gushing inside with such force that it spilled around the tight hole, oozing down Pete's shaft, balls, and lower pelvis. The typical smell that came from such fervor was lost in the musk of Zeke's previous outburst.
The bunny couldn't help but just collapse onto the desk and pant as he let himself pulse into the Zeke. His eyes were shut, his head tilted back, but he could feel the warm, thick liquid spilling out over his balls and onto the deck, cooling in the slight morning breeze.
Zeke wasn't done, however. Noticing that his friend was done, he lifted him up and off the deflating cock, standing up and allowing his sorts to fall to his feet. Pete let his satisfied eye slit open to observe the ram's rock hard cock above him.
Zeke took himself in hand and started beating it with a ferocity Pete had only seen in online smut films. Little globs of cum previously expelled was forced off and onto the deck and Pete's chest.
Uncharacteristically, Zeke growled and grimaced as he wacked himself off. He came soon, which was expected from the high speed he was hammering. He was pounding himself for a reason, and that reason was release.
That release popped out of him, but without the shooting capacity of the first go. It gave a little pop that landed a BB-sized glob on Pete's cheek, while the rest dribbled down and off his perfectly pink cock.
After he was done convulsing his lower muscles, Zeke collapsed next to Pete and put his paws behind his head. Pete put a paw on his chest in a gesture of acceptance. Of course, Pete just wanted to doze off at that point--even after a full night of sleep--but he knew someone would just wake them up, naked to the world, and that wouldn't be good. Instead, Pete just let the sun rise, illuminating the lake he was relaxing his feet in.
After a few minutes Pete jostled Zeke and said, "I think we better clean off and head back to the cabin before someone notices we're gone."
Zeke mm-hmm'ed in agreement, and sat up. Pete followed and the both of them scooted into the lake.
The water was still chilled from the night, but it wasn't too bad. Of course it contrasted sharply from against their heaving bodies still radiating heat off of every surface. Hopefully the nice cool dip would calm them down and drain the blush from the thin-furred areas around their eyes and ears.
They both worked their paws across their chest and crotch, trying to strain off the goopy fluid from between the follicles. After pulling up his shorts, Pete helped Zeke clean under his tail. Zeke hiked up his shorts and the both of them just stopped, balls deep in the cold water, and just stared into each other's eyes. For the first time the two of them really look beyond the deep black pupils, the white membranes, and the rods and cones of color. For the first time, their eyes were windows.
They didn't even hear the counselor walk up on the deck, "Oh, you boys are in big trouble."