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Here's part two of that story I posted last week! Part 1: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1964676

I really enjoyed writing this. I was surprised last week when that story ended up being the longest I'd written, and this one is longer still.

Hopefully you guys enjoy it! Please let me know what you think! Snacks are appreciated, too https://ko-fi.com/tayubw

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Justin stared up at the ceiling of Cameron's room, paws resting atop his chest. It was plenty light outside, though he wasn't sure what time it was since he'd left his phone by the couch before lying down. He should have grabbed it when he had woken up to the sound of his brother and Cameron going at it, but it hadn't occurred to him, and now he was too afraid to run into them in the living room and a potentially awkward scenario.

So, he'd just laid awake in bed for who knows how long, mind replaying the events of earlier in the morning. The most he'd ever done is some awkward touching and kissing with some otter a year younger than him, and only the once. Cameron had been fucking his brother hard, and his libido was screaming at him that he needed to be doing that, too. He was certain he should feel awkward about having watched the pair, especially considering the whole taboo bit about watching Troy, but he didn't really feel too weird about it. It was just too hot to see two guys going at it.

Cameron had implied they could maybe do something together, as long as Justin was sober, but the fox wasn't sure how to really bring that up again. Granted, Cameron would probably just tell him to ask, and wouldn't feel awkward at all about the situation, but Justin didn't think he could say something so forward while being sober. He wasn't usually awkward or anxious about things, but then again, he wasn't usually talking about sex with others. It was a lot easier to be social and open about more mundane topics than whether or not he could suck someone's dick.

The fox raised both his arms and crossed them across his face. Surely the others would be awake by now. Boredom was starting to outweigh his anxiety, and he was tempted to at least go grab his phone. He pulled back the blankets, swung his legs out of bed... and remembered that he didn't have a shirt to wear after making an utter mess of the one Cameron had lent him. Justin sighed and flopped back on the bed, falling back into indecision and uncertainty once more.

Troy opened his eyes when he heard a car door slam, followed by an engine turning over. The living room was well lit with the sun coming through the big, picture window and curtains. Cameron was snoring quietly, head resting on the fox's chest, snuggled close at his side, legs intertwined. There was just enough room for the pair of them to lay together on the couch, though it wasn't very comfortable. The fox shifted as best he could, dipping his muzzle down to nuzzle between Cameron's ears while stroking the back of his head and neck.

His phone wasn't in reach, and there was no clock in the room, but he guessed it was about nine. He felt rested enough and was starving. He hadn't eaten for the last half of half of his shift, and even that had only been a sandwich he'd gotten from the breakroom vending machine. It hadn't exactly been filling.

Cameron was only wearing his lounge pants from the previous night, his underwear too sticky for him to put back on, and Troy was in his underwear and shirt, not wanting to wear jeans to sleep. Troy lightly dragged his claws down the back of the doberman's head, tracing them down over his neck and then spine. He tried to reach down further and give the dog's nub-tail a squeeze, but couldn't quite reach with Cameron nearly a foot lower than him on the couch. He loved tweaking and playing with the nub, and Cameron never seemed to mind. Back when they'd first started college, his tail had been uncropped, but after accidentally catching it in a classroom door, getting it docked had been necessary; Cameron said he preferred it this way, at any rate. He still had large, uncropped ears, though, and Troy nosed at one before taking it into his teeth to chew at it.

The dobie groaned and shifted around, pressing his face further in against the fox's chest. "What are you doing?" he grumbled, flicking his ears to rid himself of the pest.

Troy's own ears perked up at the dog's voice. He hesitated for a second before taking the entire ear in his muzzle, chewing intensifying, and his tongue slobbering all over it, all the while making playful growling noises.

Cameron yelped and tried to pull away, but the fox clung to him tightly, teeth lightly holding his ear. He opened his jaws and bit down on the fox's chest, fingers digging into the fox's sides where he was ticklish.

Troy gasped, the dog's ear falling from his sides and he started trying to fend off Cameron's paws. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I give!" he whined, thrashing about and trying not to laugh. He was stronger than Cameron, but not quite as broad in the shoulders, and had the worse position.

With his ear released, Cameron pulled his head back and then took the fox's neck in his teeth while his fingers dug in under the fox's arms. "Don't start what you can't finish," he growled back.

Troy whimpered pitifully and tried to scoot further along the couch to get away, but there was nowhere to go. "Please! Cameron!" He laughed and tried to catch his breath, struggling hard. "If you don't stop, I'm going to pee on you!"

Cameron's fingers paused in consideration. Then he slid one of paws down and into the fox's trunks, pinching the tip of his sheath closed. "Do it, I dare you," he said, releasing the fox's neck to look up at him.

Troy was panting softly and he craned his neck down to meet the doberman's gaze. "I get that and worse on me every day, don't try me," he teased.

Cameron narrowed his eyes, fingers pinching just a bit tighter. "You're bluffing."

Troy narrowed his own eyes mockingly. Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed.

Cameron's eyes flew open and he pulled away, accidentally rolling off the couch. "Okay! You win. Don't you dare."

The fox laughed and sat up, putting both his feet paws on the dog; one on his muzzle, and one on his crotch. "Ha! I was bluffing."

Cameron growled and nipped at the fox's paw before crawling back up to sit on the couch next to the fox. "Meanie. I was sleeping and comfortable."

Troy stuck his tongue out. "Well, I'm hungry. I want food."

"What time is it?" Cameron looked around for where he put his phone, then plucked it off the coffee table. "Eight thirty. Hm, we can go to that cafe over in Rockbridge."

Troy snorted. "Rockbridge Cafe?"

"Is that actually the name? I never can remember," Cameron admitted.

"Yup! I need to brush out my fur, though. Going to sleep wet is always... less than ideal," he said, motioning to the odd swirls and tuffs that were sticking out in different directions, or lying flat.

Cameron slumped against the fox and yawned. "You're such a diva."

Troy draped an arm over the dobie's shoulders and leaned back. "Whatever. You have short fur. You don't know my pains."

The dog shrugged and put a paw on Troy's thigh, sliding it up into his trunks. He squeezed the fox's sheath and then dove a finger into, tugging on it. "You'd better hurry up and go get ready, then. Otherwise, breakfast might have to be postponed."

The fox leaned his head back against the couch, legs spread as he let the dog finger his sheath. He almost let it continue, but his stomach rumbled and he swatted at the paw. "No. Bad dog. Go get dressed and wake Justin up." He extracted himself from the dobie's couch and stood up, peeling his shirt off and dropping it on the couch.

Cameron just sat there, looking up at the fox. He maintained eye contact while he brought the finger he'd been teasing Troy with up to his mouth and licked it from base to tip.

Troy swatted at the dog's ears, but Cameron ducked. "Dork. I dare you to do that to Justin."

"Oh now you want me to play with your brother's sheath?" Cameron snickered and took the fox's proffered paw, pulling himself to his feet.

"Tch, I meant lick your finger like that while looking at him. I bet he'd bone up instantly," Troy clarified.

"Ah, yeah, to be a teenager again," the dog said wistfully, following Troy through the hallway, and leaving him to the bathroom to get brushed out.

Cameron didn't even consider knocking on his own bedroom door. He turned the knob and walked in, immediately seeing Justin laying sideways on the bed, legs dangling off the side. It gave him a clear view of the kid's goods, and he stared openly.

Justin took a second to react, then yelped as he realized that Cameron was staring at him. He sat up, which took him off the bed and onto his feet, both paws covering his crotch in embarrassment.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I wasn't... well, expecting you to be right there," Cameron said, smiling down at the younger fox. He looked rather cute when flustered like this.

Justin's ears were splayed to the side, and he looked around for the pants he'd been wearing. "Um, sorry. I didn't know you were awake."

Cameron nodded and then his sense of decency caught up to him. "Sorry, I can give you privacy," he said, turning to leave.

"No! No, it's fine. I just. I'm not used to..." he snatched the pants off the floor and started tugging them on. "Being seen naked or anything." The fox tried to laugh it off casually, but his cheeks were definitely pink at the edges.

The doberman patted the fox's chest and then gave a playful shove, knocking the fox back onto the bed. "Well now you'll see me naked, cause I have to get dressed."

Cameron squeezed past the fox and moved to his closet. He pushed his pants down and kicked them off before dumping them in the hamper. Then he opened his closet and began fishing around for a shirt. He could have gotten a shirt, but he wanted to show off a bit for the fox a little longer.

Justin's eyes stayed glued to the doberman's sheath. He'd seen plenty of porn, and occasionally someone else in the locker room at school, but never anyone he could just stare at. How could he feel like his mouth was watering, while also feeling dry at the same time? When the older dog pulled a shirt out, he turned towards Justin and started tugging it on.

Cameron knew he was probably being a bit unfair to the young fox, but he couldn't help it. Teasing people was fun. When his head finally poked through the neck of the shirt, he saw the fox blatantly ogling his sheath

Justin caught himself and looked up, finding Cameron looking right at him. Justin's mouth opened to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He looked back at the dobie's sheath, realized what he was doing, and looked away hurriedly.

Cameron wanted to laugh at the fox's antics but didn't want to scare him off. "Might wanna get dressed if you want to come with us to get breakfast," he said instead, closing the closet door and fishing around in his dresser for some underwear, and another pair of pajama pants to pull on. It was his day off, and he was going to be as comfortable as he liked.

"Oh, yeah, alright. My clothes are in the living room." He left the bedroom, glancing into the bathroom and seeing his brother in only a pair of trunks, combing through his fur. He paused, staring, and Troy looked over.

"Hm? Morning!" Troy said, working through the fur on his chest and stomach.

Justin couldn't help but look over his brother's body, images of last night coming to mind. He could see the fox's cock flopping side to side before erupting, and it made his cheeks heat up. "Ah, uh, morning," Justin said, hurrying down the hallway and into the living room.

Troy followed along, still brushing his fur, and completely unashamed. "Did Cameron tell you we're going to get food?"

Justin pulled his shirt on, keeping his back to his brother as he spoke. "Y-yeah. Where are we going?" The younger fox shucked his borrowed sweats and hastily pulled on his underwear and jeans, a few inches of pink shaft sticking up from his sheath after seeing Cameron and then Troy.

The older fox grinned to himself, seeing his brother's excitement in the reflection of the TV, but he didn't say anything about it. "Rockbridge Cafe. It's only a mile from here, or so," he said.

Cameron walked out into the living room after Justin had gotten dressed, one of his paws dropping to swat Troy's butt. "Hurry up. I'm hungry, too."

"Fine! I'm about as ready as I can be until I shower and dry off properly," Troy said, swatting back at Cameron with the brush before leaving the living room.

Justin turned around to watch him go, anxiety under control for now. He slipped his phone into his pocket and walked over to the archway to stand next to Cameron. He could see his brother standing in the office, pulling on clothes. "Are we heading home after breakfast?"

Troy looked back at his younger brother and then over to Cameron and shrugged. "I mean, I hadn't really planned on anything yet. I don't have any plans for the day."

Cameron shrugged back. "I wouldn't mind the company. Otherwise, I'll probably just sit around on my computer all day and play games."

When both of them turned to Justin, the fox just mimicked both of them with a shrug of his own. "I don't mind staying here," he said, picking at the hem of his shirt subconsciously.

"Good! I'll get you something else to wear, too, if you want. Probably should do laundry at some point today, too, if you want to throw your clothes in." Cameron grabbed his wallet and keys from the kitchen counter where he'd dropped them and started for the garage door.

Troy was quick on his heels, with Justin bringing up the rear. "Now let's get some food before I eat one of you."

Rockbridge Cafe wasn't too far from the house, nestled in along a bunch of other shops and food places at a strip mall. Cameron parked right out front as another car left. "Hope the wait isn't too long. It is a Saturday."

Troy led their small group inside, and asked for a table and they were lucky enough to get the last open one. The older fox took one side of the booth while Justin and Cameron took the other bench.

Cameron dropped a paw beneath the table to give Justin's thigh a squeeze. "Basically, everything on the menu is good. Doesn't really matter what you pick," he told the younger fox.

Justin leaned his leg closer to Cameron's, trying not to blush at the touch. "What are you going to get?" he asked, looking between the other two for any answer.

Troy spun his menu around and pointed at an item halfway down the page. "Biscuits and gravy, bacon, scrambled eggs, and a waffle."

The doberman snorted and shook his head. "You sure you'll be able to eat all that?"

"I've eaten literally only a sandwich in the past twenty-four hours," Troy said, pulling the menu back around.

Cameron rolled his eyes, smiling. "I think I'm just going to get the chicken strips and fries. I don't really feel like anything sweet, and their chicken is freaking amazing,"

Troy stuck his tongue out at the dobie. "What are you, twelve?" he teased.

The dobie reached across the table and flicked Troy's nose before the fox could pull away. "Bitch, you order that more than me. Let people like things."

Troy yipped and put a paw over his nose, leaning back against the booth. "Bully."

"Says the bully," Cameron said.

"Don't bully me, I'll cum," Troy said, laughing when Justin's ears came to alert, and he looked up from the menu. "It's just a stupid meme, don't worry about it."

Justin pictured his brother on the beanbag again, moaning out as the large dog pounded him; the thought made his sheath swell. "Oh, uh, kinda weird."

"Troy is weird," Cameron agreed, putting an arm over the younger brother's shoulder and giving him a squeeze. "I don't know how you manage to live with him."

Justin snickered and shrugged. "It can be difficult sometimes."

The waiter stopped by before Troy could give a response, and they all put in their orders with Justin going last, scrambling to come to a decision at the last second. In the end he settled on chicken and waffles, wanting a little bit of both sweet and salty.

Cameron pulled over the bowl of creamers and began rearranging them. "What do you guys want to do when we get home? Or do we want to go somewhere instead?"

Troy crossed his arms and leaned on the table. "I dunno, I don't really care too much. Might be a bit early to really do much, though. Think it's supposed to rain at some point, too."

The doberman nodded and looked over to Justin, who was watching him fiddle with the creamers. The fox looked up, and then between the pair of them. "I don't know. I usually just sit on my laptop or something."

"Heh, same. We're fun, aren't we?" Cameron said.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Troy asked.

The doberman 'hmmed' thoughtfully and continued playing with the creamers until they were arranged nicely. "I need to do laundry. I also want to get more beer, since we drank most of it last night. I was going to make fried rice today, but I think I'll do that tomorrow so that I can have it for lunch next week."

The older fox slumped in his seat and put his feet paws up on the opposite booth between the other canines. "What about lasagna? I haven't made it in a while. Justin knows how to make it, too, so it'd go faster."

Justin brightened at the idea and nodded. "We haven't made it since grandma was over last summer."

"What, like, from scratch?" Cameron asked, ears perked up.

"Duh, our grandma lives in Italy. She'd be remiss if her grandkids didn't know how to make their own pasta," Troy told him, tapping at the dobie's legs by twisting his feet paws side to side.

"Yeah, I knew she was from there, but you never said she taught you to cook or anything!" Cameron huffed out, folding his arms over his chest.

Justin snickered at the dobie's reaction. "No, she didn't teach us. Mom did."

"And completely wrong, if you ask grandma about it," Troy put in.

Justin groaned, then put on his best Italian accent. "No no no, no mixer. You make the dough by hand. My sweet child. Why do you have them using this thing?"

"What are these ingredients? No no, you use wrong kind of flour. This is not even olive oil. This is not true Parmigiano-Reggiano. You break my heart," Troy lamented, also parodying their grandmother.

The doberman grinned at the foxes. "It's a wonder your mom doesn't sound like that if your grandma's accent is as thick as you pretend."

Troy waved a paw dismissively. "She's our great grandmother. Almost a hundred. Everyone after her grew up in the states."

"And with our actual grandparents dead, mom is the one who now gets to hear all the usual complaints about that sort of thing. She's really nice, though," Justin added.

"Yeah, she complains because she cares," Troy said.

Cameron pushed his little bowl of arranged creamers back over towards the other condiments on the table. "Well, I definitely want some homemade lasagna, so let's do that."

Troy shrugged. "Sounds good to me. But you have to think up dessert. And beer is not dessert."

"Aren't I your dessert?" Cameron fluttered his eyelashes at the fox.

"Okay, but then what does Justin get?" Troy asked, smirking over at his younger brother.

Justin was taking a drink and nearly choked on his water. "What?"

Cameron rolled his eyes and brought a paw up to pet the back of the younger fox's head. "Just ignore him. It's what I do."

Three hours later, after breakfast, groceries, an impromptu stop by the game store, and then stopping by Troy and Justin's house since, according to Troy, they were "right there", they finally got back to Cameron's house.

The doberman dropped two armfuls of groceries on the counter before tossing his keys and wallet into their usual spot at the far end of the kitchen, near the light. "You two put things away, I want to start laundry before I forget."

Justin was carrying two cases of beer, straining under the weight. "Help."

Troy dropped his backpack on the floor and grabbed one of the cases. "Weakling."

The younger fox stuck out his tongue. "I don't carry dead people around all day for a living."

"They're not dead! That's my whole job is to make sure they're not dead," Troy said, opening the door and falling to his knees to start organizing things and putting them away.

Justin walked over and set down his case of beer, then starting handing things to his older brother. "Does that make them lighter?"

Troy paused, then rolled his eyes. "An-y-way," he said, drawing the word out. "Go grab the stand mixer off the shelves and start making the dough." He pointed to the metal shelves next to the fridge where a stand mixer sat among other kitchen implements.

"How much should I make?" Justin asked, carefully moving the heavy mixer from the shelves to the counter.

"Double the recipe. Duh. If you have time to make one-" Troy began.

"You have time to make two, yeah, yeah. Fine," Justin finished. It was an old mantra from their mom.

Cameron went to his office and grabbed some of the loose clothing that had been tossed around the night before. The beanbag had very obvious streaks of dried cum on its black surface, but it had endured it before, and it always came out fine in the wash. He stripped the lining off and carried everything back to his room. He shoved it all into the hamper with a few other discarded bits of clothes, then walked back through the house carrying the full hamper. Justin and Troy were still putting away groceries as he went down the stairs into the basement.

He had plans to get the basement finished so that he'd have two extra bedrooms, and another bathroom, but that was going to be expensive, and he hadn't yet bitten the bullet. Now, it was just a poured concrete floor, random storage, and the washer and dryer. The doberman began unloading the hamper into the washer, not bothering to sort anything, but when he grabbed the shirt he lent Justin the previous night, he felt the familiar texture of fabric coated in dried cum.

Cameron unwadded the shirt and stared at the healthy splattering of dried fox cum that painted over the words, "I'm prettier than your girlfriend." The doberman stared at it in disbelief before he broke out into a grin. Troy's going to get a kick out of this, he thought as he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the cum-stained shirt.

"I give it even odds that your brother heard us last night," Cameron texted, sending the picture along with his message.

Cameron was putting detergent in the washer when he heard Troy bark out a laugh from upstairs. He fished his phone out of his pocket in time to see the notification of a new text coming in.

"Dude, you have no idea how badly I want to confront him about this right now," Troy's message read.

Cameron shoved his phone back in his pocket and finished with the laundry before going back upstairs to join the others. Troy was browning meat in a skillet and Justin was poking around on his phone while the food processor whirred besides him. "How goes?" he asked.

"Thought we'd get all the individual parts out of the way so that we have less to do later," Troy say, moving the ground beef and pork around to make sure it all cooked thoroughly.

"There's going to be a lot more dough than what's needed, but it's better to have more, in case you fuck up," Justin said, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and looking into the mixer. He paused it to scrape down the sides before turning it back on. "Would be faster with a food processor, but yours won't fit two batches in it."

Cameron walked over and peered into the mixer at the ball of dough that was forming. He resisted the urge to turn the fox's last words into some joke. "Fun, fun. Anything I can do to help?"

Justin shook his head. "Not really. I'm almost done with this part. Then I'll have to wrap it and put it in the fridge."

"Fair enough." Cameron walked back to the stove and nudged Troy with his hip. "I can take over this part if you want to go shower like you said."

Troy looked up with a confused expression on his muzzle. "Hm?"

Cameron held his gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly, giving him an intense look.

Troy glanced over towards Justin, who hadn't noticed the exchange, and it clicked. "Oh! Yeah, perfect. Thanks." He gave the dobie's butt a quick squeeze before heading off to the bathroom, leaving the other two alone.

Cameron stayed quiet for a minute until he heard the water turn on. "So... about last night."

Justin had just turned off the mixer and was about to start portioning it out. He hesitated and then started rolling out some plastic wrap. "Um, what about last night?"

"Well, I mean, you were pretty drunk. I don't know how much you remember, or anything like that," Cameron said, keeping his attention on the cooking meat.

"I remember everything. I wasn't that drunk," Justin said, chuckling nervously. He put two equally sized balls of dough on a piece of plastic wrap and started to ready it for the fridge. "What part, though?"

Cameron looked over at the fox, noting the pink tinge to his cheeks, right beneath his eyes. "You seemed, uh... like you might have wanted something. But, like I said, you were drunk."

Justin's ears were swiveled backwards, and he shifted his weight back and forth on his feet. "Ah, I... mean, I wasn't that drunk. I would... have wanted."

The doberman ran the spatula through the meat, and, satisfied, turned off the burner, moving the pan to a cold burner. "Would have? Changed your mind?"

The fox swallowed and finally pulled his gaze away from his task to look over at the doberman. "N-no, I haven't. Unless... is that weird?" He went back to wrapping up the dough, trying his best not to be too awkward about everything; he didn't want the older dog to think he was that much of an anxious mess.

Cameron closed the distance between them and put his paws on the teen's sides. He rested his muzzle atop the fox's head, leaning lightly on the fox's back. "Why would it be weird?"

Justin didn't know what to say to that. "Hah, uh, yeah, I'm not sure why I said that." He laughed and straightened his back ever so slightly to press him back more against the dobie.

"You need to relax. What are you afraid of? Do you want me to stop?" Cameron asked, pulling away and looking down at the shorter fox.

I'm afraid you're just joking, Justin thought. "No, I just haven't ever done..." he gestured with his paws and shrugged. "Anything. Except kissed some guy once. And touched his dick a little." The last came out in a much quieter voice.

Cameron nodded and ran both his paws up under the back of Justin's shirt, dragging his claws lightly through his fur. "Well, if you want to do anything, we can, you know. It's up to you."

Justin sighed softly, eyes closing as he just reveled in the soft touches. They felt nice. "You should drain your meat," he said.

Cameron's paws paused. "What?"

"Your meat. So it's not so fatty when we make the sauce," Justin said, eyes opening back up.

Cameron blinked twice and started laughing. He ran his paws around to the fox's chest and hugged him back against his chest before stepping away. "You just keep setting me up for such good jokes. Christ."

Justin tilted his head in confusion, then ran over what he'd said and his cheeks reddened. He started laughing along with the doberman and put his paws over his face. "Oh god, I didn't even realize. I could just smell it and thought you should know."

Cameron laughed harder and brought the pan over to the sink, using the lid to carefully pour some of the grease and fat out. "Seriously? Again? You could smell my meat?"

Justin jerked as he laughed, and he shook his head. "That's not what I meant!"

"Oh, I know what you meant. You could smell my meat and thought that I needed help draining it, eh?" the dobie said, wiping the outside of the saucepan with a paper towel before putting it back on the stove.

The young fox was leaning on the counter, both paws covering his face as he cried from laughing so hard. When he peeked out from behind his paws and looked over, Cameron gave his own crotch a playful squeeze and that set Justin off again in another fit of laughter.

Cameron stepped back up behind the fox and hugged him tight, nuzzling between those ears. "You really are cute, you know?"

Justin sniffed and wiped away some of the tears from his face, a dopey grin across his muzzle. "Th-thanks. You're... hot, I guess?"

"You guess?!" Cameron feigned indignity, rocking side to side while holding onto the shorter canine.

"Hah, I just mean that, uh, I guess I don't think of you as cute, you know? You're hot." Justin's cheeks were burning, but he was smiling. He felt a lot less tense after laughing so hard.

"Yeah, I get you," Cameron nipped at one of the fox's ears. "Feel better?"

Justin nodded and brought a paw up to squeeze one of the dobie's arms. "Yeah."

"Good." Cameron lessened his hold on the fox and turned him around, so they were chest to chest. He brought a paw up under the fox's chin and tilted it up so their eyes met. Justin's, like Troy's, were gray-blue. The fox looked hesitant, innocent, but he didn't look away. Cameron leaned down and pressed his lips to Justin's.

Justin kept his eyes open as if he were afraid that he'd close them and the dobie would suddenly not be there. When those lips pressed against his own, though, he closed his eyes and let out a breath through his nose he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The kiss didn't last long, but it made his head swim with a rush of adrenaline and need. When he'd kissed the otter after school a while back, it had been awkward, kind of sloppy, and he hadn't known what to do except try and mirror the other boy's movements. This was simple, clean, and still far more intense than that had been.

Cameron broke the kiss and grinned down at Justin, running that paw from his chin along his jawline and to the back of his neck. "Doing okay?"

Justin stared up at the dog, feeling a bit woozy, and nodded. He heard the shower turn off and he tensed, suddenly looking a bit panicked. "Oh, shit, um, what about..."

"What, Troy? Why do you think he went to shower? He wanted me to talk to you so you wouldn't feel be so skittish. He isn't going to care," Cameron said.

The fox's ears perked up at that and he glanced at the wall separating the kitchen from the bathroom. "Really?"

"Yeah, he'd probably think it's hot," the dobie said.

That immediately brought back those images of Troy on the beanbag, and he shivered. "I'm his brother, though."

Cameron laughed. "Ah, I mean, I didn't mean it quite like that, but hey, it's not like he can get you pregnant, right? Don't have to worry about any little deformed puppies running around with three eyes or something." He'd meant it to be a joke, but he saw Troy's eyes stare off consideringly.

"Yeah, true," Justin said. He'd imagined what it would have been like to join in last night when he found them, but too many things had kept him from doing so.

The doberman pushed the issue a bit further, curious how Justin might react. "I might be a bit too big for you, for your first time. If you asked nicely, though, Troy would probably fit a bit easier," he said, grinning wickedly at the thought.

Justin's cheeks turned red at the thought and his paws tugged at the hem of his shirt. "Really?"

The bathroom door opened, and Justin tensed in the doberman's arms, shooting a worried glance towards the hallway. Cameron didn't pull away, though, and kept himself pressed near enough to the fox that he could feel the telltale bulge against his thigh.

Troy breezed into the room, still completely dry, and he grinned at the pair. "Really now? In front of my lasagna?" he said.

Cameron snorted and turned Justin around, hugging him back against his chest. "It's not a lasagna yet. It's just the parts of a lasagna."

The older fox walked around the two and started grabbing some things off the shelves to start making sauce. "Ah, but it has all the potential to be a lasagna. Something, something, loss of potential, something, blah blah blah," he said.

Justin scowled over at Troy, ears flicking. "Wait, did you even shower?"

Troy looked over, then went back to pouring things into the saucepan. "Nah, Cameron just kicked me out of the room so you two could talk. Looks like it worked."

The younger brother's face was red, and he brought both paws up to hold onto Cameron's arms. "It's not... that easy, you know."

Troy paused and his cheeky expression softened. He put down the spatula he was stirring things with and stepped over to the pair. "I know. I just want you to be comfortable around us and not be so nervous or tense. I'm not trying to pick on you," he said, then thought better of it. "Well, not too much."

Justin looked back down at the ground, still a bit embarrassed by his brother, but feeling much better than earlier. "I know, I know, I just-" The fox cut off, not wanting to admit to the rest of it.

Troy put his arms on Justin's shoulders and squeezed. "Just?"

"Still unsure about being gay?" Cameron suggested.

"What? No," Justin said.

"Weirded out at the thought of us having sex?" Troy asked, drumming on his little brother's shoulders and trying not to look too amused.

Justin squirmed and shrugged one shoulder, trying to sound casual. "What? You and me? N-no, not really."

Troy's eyes widened and he paused for a second. "Whoa, I meant us as in Cameron and me," he said. "But good to know that's an option."

Cameron barked out a laugh and watched Justin. He couldn't see the fox's face as well, but he could see the insides of Justin's ears taking on a pink color as they pinned back against his head. "Hey, see? I told you if you asked nicely, he might be into it."

Justin squeezed his eyes shut and covered his face with both paws. "Please kill me," he whined.

Troy pressed against the pair and leaned down to kiss his brother's head. "I love you, you dork. You worry too much."

The smaller fox let out a grunt as he felt his brother squeeze him against Cameron. It felt really nice, and he found himself nodding in response. "It's hard."

A mischievous grin spread over Troy's muzzle, and he snaked a paw between them to give his little brother's package a quick squeeze, finding that he was, in fact, at least half-hard. "What, this?"

Justin yipped in surprise, going up on his tiptoes. "What?! No, not that!" The shock of his brother grabbing his own junk cleared his mind enough for him to just say it before he lost his nerves. "I just don't want to disappoint anyone!"

Cameron blinked in astonishment and choked back a laugh. "Sorry, oh, shit. That's what you're nervous about?"

Justin pulled the neck of his shirt up over his muzzle to hide his face, ears flat against his head. "Shut up," he mumbled, feeling utterly embarrassed.

"Dude, everyone worries about that," Troy said, peeling the fox's paws away from his face and tugging the shirt back down. His brother looked mortified and ready to bolt.

"I literally backed out on two people last weekend cause I got nervous that I would disappoint them," Cameron said, patting the fox's chest with one of his paws.

"Yeah, seriously," Troy said. "It took me a while to feel comfortable doing anything with Cameron cause of that reason, too."

Justin looked to be calming down and he just shifted awkwardly, between the older canines. "I... what? Why, though?"

"Probably all the same reasons, really. It's not really all that weird to get nervous about things like sex, you know," Cameron said leaning down to nose at the back of Justin's head.

The younger fox leaned into the doberman, still looking down at Troy's chest to avoid making eye contact. "I just wish I wasn't awkward about it."

Troy snorted and rolled his eyes. "Sheesh. He was all calm when I walked in. What did you do?" he asked teasingly.

"I kissed him," Cameron said with a shrug. "Couldn't hurt to try it again."

Justin tilted his muzzle up to look at Cameron, cheeks still red. He wasn't sure he could kiss the doberman again without feeling incredibly awkward about doing so in front of Troy.

"Let's see," Troy said, and his paw caught the bridge of Justin's muzzle, turning it back down towards his own.

Before Justin could really process what was going on, he felt Troy's lips against his own, the weight of his brother's body pressing him back against the doberman. Troy's paws were moving along his chest before sliding up under his shirt. Justin could only squirm and let out a soft whine into the kiss. His mind could barely comprehend that his brother was kissing him. He'd always thought Troy looked good, and having seen him in such a compromising position last night (or earlier this morning, depending on how you looked at it), had only ratcheted it up towards sexy.

Troy dragged his claws through the fox's fur until they were resting on his chest. He pressed his tongue to the younger fox's lips, sliding it inside when he felt them part. He could feel his brother shudder at the touch and he deepened the kiss. It only lasted a couple seconds, and when Troy broke the kiss he licked Justin's chin affectionately.

Justin was panting and he looked dazed. "I... can't believe we just did that."

"Pretty hot, not gonna lie," Cameron said, his arms now encircling both foxes and hugging them together.

"It's fun to put on a show sometimes." Troy tweaked Justin's nipples with his claws. "Just don't tell mom. She'd probably freak."

The shorter fox blinked and then burst out laughing, "Gee, you think? Yeah, I'll just go tell her that her kids are making out."

"Hey, if you want, by the end of the night there will be a l few other things you shouldn't tell her, too." Troy emphasized this by grinding his hips forward, his half-grown erection easily dragging across his brother's stomach.

Justin's ears perked up as he felt Cameron press against him from behind, the dobie's package feeling a bit larger than his brothers. "A-ah, yeah. I don't think I'll be telling her about that either."

"Good boy," Troy said, tapping Justin's nose with a finger before pulling away. "Now, we still have to finish prepping all this so that after we make the noodles, we can just layer everything and call it a day."

Troy scooped up the wrapped bits of dough and tossed them in the fridge before going back to his abandoned sauce. The stove was still off, and he was just mixing things together for now.

Justin took a deep breath and pulled his composure back together. He felt a bit tired, but with the sheer range of emotions he'd gone through in the past day, it wasn't that surprising. "Uh, yeah. What all is left, though? Just the sauce?" He stepped away from Cameron and over to the stove to watch.

"Yeah, that's basically it. And it's not like it tastes long. I'm not going to cook it now or anything. Just mix shit together, throw a lid on it, and leave it," Troy said.

"Hmm, well, if that's the case, you don't need him, do you?" Cameron asked, putting a paw on Justin's shoulder.

Troy opened up a thing of oregano and sniffed at it, glancing at the dobie. "Hm? Nah. Not for this. I'll be there in a sec."

"Sounds good. Come on," the dobie reached down and scooped the smaller fox up.

Justin yelped as he was hefted over the dobie's shoulder and carried from the kitchen. He didn't weigh nothing, and Cameron didn't really look to have much muscle on him, but also seemed to have no issue toting him through the house. Once they got to the bedroom, the dog dropped him onto the mattress where he bounced in place. He gazed up at the dobie, his nerves starting to come back into play.

Cameron crawled atop the bed and half lay atop the smaller fox. "You're cute when you're all shy and awkward about this, you know."

"Ah, thanks... I wish I, uh, wasn't. I don't even get embarrassed about having to give presentations at school," Justin said, smiling up at the older dog.

"Give it time. You'll get more confidence, I'm sure," Cameron said, leaning down to press his nose to Justin's. His paws grabbed the fox's slim wrists and brought them up to pin them above his ears against the bed. "I know one thing that might help."

Justin's heart beat faster; he could feel his erection pressing into the dobie's stomach with how they were laying on the bed. "What's that?"

"How about you kiss me?" the dobie asked, a mischievous grin on his muzzle.

The fox tilted his head. "What? We did, though."

"No no no, that was me kissing you. Your turn," Cameron said, still brushing his nose against the fox's.

Justin shivered and closed his eyes to steady himself. You can do this, he thought. He tilted his muzzle, expecting his lips to brush against the dog's, but he felt nothing. When he opened his eyes, Cameron had pulled away a couple inches.

"Come on, don't keep me waiting," the dog teased.

Justin's cheeks tinged pink, and he swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. Lifting his head from the mattress took more effort than he ever imagined it could, but he managed, gaze locked on the tip of the dobie's nose so he wouldn't need to make eye contact. With a final move, he pressed his lips against Cameron's, holding himself off the bed while their muzzles locked together. He could hear Cameron's chest rumble invitingly and he redoubled his efforts, pressing more insistently into the kiss until he felt the larger dog press back.

He was able to relax beneath Cameron, his head back on the mattress as their mouths remained together, tongues darting out at each other. It some effort, but less this time, for him to press his tongue forward and into the doberman's muzzle, sliding it against Cameron's. The dobie's tongue slid along his, and then he felt teeth gently nip at it before the dobie's tongue pressed forward into Justin's maw. He'd been expecting, unlike with Troy, and he tentatively lapped at it before sucking gently at the intruder.

Cameron growled and ground his hips down against the fox's thighs, arousal evident and straining at the front of his grey lounge pants. The dobie released the fox's wrists and held the back of his head, holding him in the kiss before breaking it off. "You have no idea how much I wanted to do that last night."

Justin couldn't help but arch his hips to press his own excitement into the dobie's stomach. "I really wanted you to, too."

Cameron snickered and rolled them both over so that the fox was laying on top of him. "I kind of figured, too. I saw what happened to the shirt I let you borrow.

Justin's cheeks flushed and he buried his face against the dobie's chest. "Oh, crap. I'm sorry, I just-" He let out a yip as his butt was suddenly smacked.

"No, don't apologize. I thought it was funny. I showed Troy, too. We guessed that you heard us going at it last night," Cameron said.

The fox squirmed around, hard as a rock and grinding into the dobie's chest. "Um, actually. I... sort of, well," Justin took a deep breath. "I opened the door and spied on you guys."

Cameron's eyes widened in surprise, his uncropped dobie ears perking up a bit, too. "Oh really? Damn. Should have just come on in, then."

Justin laughed nervously and shivered when he felt his shirt being pulled upwards, exposing his back and stomach. "I was worried you guys would get mad."

"Well, now you know. What all did you get to see?" Cameron asked, forcing the fox to push himself up on his paws before his shirt could be fully removed.

Now bare-chested, the fox lay back against Cameron's stomach and reveled in the feeling of those paws running through his fur. "Not enough... I only saw you fucking Troy on the beanbag before you both, uh... finished."

Cameron smirked and let himself relax back on the bed, head propped up on his arms. "Well, can always make up for that if you want to see more. Why not help me out of these," he said, glancing down at his chest before back at Justin's face.

Justin moved further up on the bed until he was kneeling over the dog's thighs. His eyes locked onto the evident bulge in the grey pants, and he sorely wanted to just reach down and grab it. Instead, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves and slipped his fingers up under the edge of Cameron's shirt. The older dog didn't have a lot of visible muscle or fat, but when he tested his fingers against the dog's stomach he could feel them, even if he couldn't see them.

Cameron closed his eyes and let his arms fall to either side, letting Justin explore at his own pace. He enjoyed taking control of situations, but it wasn't much less fun to let sit back and let someone else steer for a while. When he felt those fingers against his stomach, he purposefully tensed up, feeling dull claws carefully press into his hide.

The young fox ran his paws further up underneath the dog's shirt, liking the way it felt to get to touch and pet over someone's body. When Cameron arched his back, the fox grabbed the edge of his shirt and started tugging upwards. He had to help pull it all the way off as Cameron rolled forward to assist, and then he got to see the dog laying shirtless beneath him. His nipples were far more visible with his short pelt than Justin's were, and his fingers ran over the small, pinkish nubs until they stiffened under his touch.

Justin was going to try and scoot back, but the edge of the bed was right behind him. "Um,"

Cameron looked up and chuckled. "Ah, here, let's turn so we're not hanging off the bed," he said, lifting a leg up and over the fox's head and turning so that he was lying properly on the bed, with his head on his pillows.

Justin moved up to his side and traced his fingers along the waistband of the dobie's pants. He was nervous as hell about all of this, but it was easier to not think about what he was doing, and just act instead. He curled his fingers in under the elastic and grabbed both the dog's pants and underwear. He tugged downwards, getting some assistance from Cameron who arched his hips. He saw the dog's length catch on the edge of the waistband, and thought about pulling it up further, but kept going, watching as the base of the dog's sheath came into view before the waistband cleared his entire package and it slapped up against his stomach.

The fox felt something wet splatter against his jaw as the dog's cock sprang from its confines and he sucked in a breath. His eyes remained glued to the dog's crotch as he tugged the pants and underwear down far enough until Cameron could lift his legs and kick them aside. It was certainly bigger than his own, and his mouth watered at the sight. It lay against Cameron's stomach, watery pre jetting into his short pelt every few seconds.

"Should take yours off, too. Not fair for me to be the only one naked here," Cameron said, grinning down his chest at the fox. He had his head resting on one of his paws while the other lay flat on his chest.

Justin met Cameron's eyes and nodded once. His fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans, then the zipper, but soon enough he was tugging them down along with his boxers. His fuzzy, white sheath was stretched across his half-grown knot and a strand of pre connected the tip to his inner thigh.

"Mm, I think you might be a little bigger than Troy. Can't quite tell," Cameron said, licking his lips whenever Justin looked up to meet his gaze.

Justin flushed and laughed nervously. "Hah. I, uh, wouldn't know, I guess."

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough," Cameron said.

Justin's cock throbbed at the thought of doing something so lewd, and more pre drooled from the tip, hanging in another wet strand to dangle in front of him. Before he could get too caught up in his thoughts, he reached a paw out and placed it directly on the dobie's sheath. It was only covering his knot at this point, with five or six inches sticking up from the fuzzy holder, and the short, fine fur stretched across the thick bulb made it feel like holding onto a kiwi.

Cameron sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, fighting the urge to hump up into the warm paw. "Might... might want to pull that back before it gets much larger," he said, his own cheeks a little red at the admission.

Justin nodded, even though Cameron wasn't looking. He brought a second paw up to encircle the slick, pink member while his first tightened just a bit on the sheath and slowly tugged down. The dog's knot slowly came into view as the sheath stretched to accommodate the widest part of the thick knot. Justin paused briefly, eying the stretched ring of the dog's sheath before he the whole thing throbbed in his paw. The motion caused Cameron's sheath to slip past the apex and slide down to scrunch up behind his knot.

Cameron let out a soft groan at the tightness around his knot before it vanished. His length pulsed, fully exposed in the open air, and he relaxed back on the bed. "That certainly feels better," Cameron said.

Justin's paw squeezed down right behind the dobie's knot, his other paw still cradling the middle of Cameron's shaft. "You're pretty big," he said quietly.

The doberman couldn't help but preen a bit under the compliment, lips curling up in a smile. "So I've been told. It can be annoying, though."

"Annoying? Why?" The fox's fingers traced along the thick vein along the underside of Cameron's shaft until it ran across the tip, instantly becoming damp with pre.

Cameron's shaft flexed against the fox's pads and he spread his legs some more. "Mm, well, do you think you could fit it under your tail?"

Justin stared down at the thick cock in his paws, feeling the dog's heartbeat through the sensitive skin. "I don't really know. I'm still new to this, remember?" He let out a soft laugh, finding it easier and easier to keep his anxiety down.

"Well, I mean, we can always find out, but for reference: it took your brother a while just to be able to take me, and probably a month or two before he could fit the knot," Cameron said. He reached down and rested a paw on Troy's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. He could see the fox's shaft dripping little beads of pre that hung down to the top of his sheets. Gonna have to clean these later, he thought.

Justin frowned and gave Cameron's shaft a soft squeeze, feeling it practically press back against his fingers. "Oh, damn."

"Disappointed?" the dobie asked.

"Yeah. I wanted to try that," he admitted, feeling a bit ashamed for not knowing that that would have been such a limiting factor.

"We still can, just don't get your hopes up. Some guys can manage without issue, others struggle a lot." Cameron moved his paw further between the fox's legs and cupped his sheathed knot.

Justin sucked in a quick breath as he felt the paw touch his cock. Before he could register what was going on, his sheath was tugged down and his entire knot was squeezed by the dobie's thick paw. The fox hunched over, his hips jerking forward into the warm paw. "A-ah!"

Cameron grinned and watched the pink shaft bob in his paw, two fingers hooked behind the knot and tugging at it while pre sprinkled across his forearm. "Doing okay?"

The fox's heart was beating rapidly and he looked down at the black and brown paw holding him. "Yeah, I've just... never had anyone else squeeze my... me."

"I plan on doing way more than squeeze it," Cameron said, letting his paw drift along the entire thing, pinching the tip before letting go. "Really, though, I just want to do whatever you want to do."

Justin nodded and took a deep breath, centering himself. "I've always wanted to try, um, sucking dick."

"Ooh, that's always fun to do," Troy said as he walked into the room, grinning wickedly at the pair.

Justin flinched as he looked over at his older brother. He'd known Troy would show up, and they hadn't even closed the bedroom door, but it still took him by surprise.

"Here, let me catch up a bit," Troy said. He pulled his shirt up and off his body, dropping it to the floor before pushing his pants and underwear off. He crawled up onto the bed and scooted up next to Cameron, resting his paws behind his head.

Justin's eyes followed Troy's motions, settling on his sheath when it came into view. He was still soft, though by the time he was lying next to Cameron a hint of pink was visible at the tip. "Mm, is he bigger?"

Cameron rolled his head to look at Troy and shrugged. "Maybe. Will have to shove them together and find out."

"Naturally. Should be fun." Troy looked up at Justin and then gave a soft chuckle. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Go on."

Justin felt a bit more tense with an audience, but he did his best to push it from his mind. He moved between the dobie's legs, scooting down until his muzzle was at a height with the doberman's shaft. It seemed larger when it was right in front of his snout, and he briefly wondered if he'd be able to open his maw wide enough. Only one way to find out, he though.

The fox angled the dog's dick straight up and leaned down until it was only an inch from his lips. His breath puffed out hotly against the tip, and he felt some pre jet up onto his lips. It excited him. He closed the gap and sealed his lips around the tip of the doberman's cock, feeling it throb and squirt more pre against his tongue. He'd tasted his own pre and cum before, and the taste hadn't really been all that interesting one way or another. The taste of the doberman wasn't much different, but at the same time, it drove him wild. Justin pressed his tongue forward against the source of the leak and felt more gush out.

Cameron's instincts urged him to grab the fox by both ears and start humping away. Light touches like this were always incredibly arousing, and Justin's hesitation and carefulness had just enough eagerness behind them to drive his senses wild.

Justin pressed his muzzle down further, feeling inch after inch slide between his lips until it was pressing at the back of his throat. He opened his eyes, seeing he hadn't gotten as far as he thought. He tried pushing further down but gagged and had to draw his muzzle back. The tip popped free and pre ran from the corners of his maw. "Damn," he said, shaking his head. "I thought it would be easier than that."

Troy reached down and ran his fingers over one of Justin's ears, then through his hair. "It can take some practice. You don't have to go all the way down. Your paws are there to make up the difference," he advised.

Justin closed his eyes and leaned into that paw, nodding. He leaned down again, maw open, and ended up dragging the dog's dripping dick across his muzzle and lips, missing, and smearing pre over his cheek before finally managing to slip it between his lips again. His tongue lashed at the underside, feeling the soft, veined texture that was slick with pre and saliva.

Cameron let out a long breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. It felt so good to have the younger fox play with his shaft like this. He kept his eyes half-lidded to watch the innocent-looking fox bob his muzzle back and forth. His paws were gripping the bedsheets on either side, trying to keep his hips from bucking up into the slim maw.

Troy watched his brother suck the large, canine length, occasionally glancing up at Cameron's face to watch the expressions he made. It had been quite some time since they'd had a threesome, and the third being his kid brother was all the more exciting. His shaft had quickly slid free from his sheath, and he idly stroked up and down along it, fingers teasing at his sheath before he had to tug it down and out of the way.

Justin felt like he could die happy at this point. He'd wanted to do something like this ever since getting to see it online in videos and read stories about it. Rationally, he knew he'd eventually get to, but at the same time it always felt like it would never happen. He wrapped his fingers around Cameron's knot, squeezing and tugging at it. He wished he could fit more into his mouth and be able to kiss the top of that knot while the rest hung down the back of his throat, but when he pushed down as far as he could get, there was still an inch or two left.

He continued to try, though, drooling around the dobie's dick while bobbing up and down, careful not to nick the skin with his teeth. Meanwhile, his paws squeezed and stroked over what he couldn't fit. When he squeezed behind the dobie's knot, there was a sudden upwards jab that mashed that thick bulb of flesh against his lips. His eyes watered, but he opened them to see Cameron's knot pressed against the end of his muzzle.

Cameron's eyes rolled back, unable to keep his hips from jerking upwards to meet the fox's maw. Like most canines, he was sensitive right behind his knot, and that tug had felt so good. He looked down to tears running from the corner of Justin's eyes, and he nearly pulled back, but the fox could do that at any time. He stayed where he was, panting through his nose.

Justin couldn't breathe, but he hardly cared. He could feel the large cock in his maw pulsing against his tongue, and pre was pooling in his maw. He tried to swallow but couldn't manage. If he didn't pull back, he'd pass out, but all that mattered was how good it felt to have that thick knot against his lips. Another hard throb finally triggered his gag reflex, though, and he had to pull back.

Troy shuddered in empathetic pleasure as he watched Cameron's shaft pop free of his younger brother's maw. The kid let it drop from his paw and lay his face down against it, coughing up some pre. "Feel good?" he asked.

Justin's eyes were squeezed shut and he nodded, muzzle agape. He felt light-headed and tingly all over. It took him several seconds before he could open his eyes and look down at the dobie's cock in his paws. "It was easier when you did that."

Cameron chuckled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Justin shook his head emphatically. "No, no I liked it," he assured the dog.

"Mm, I can do it again, if you want. Though, if you keep squeezing while I do it, I'm gonna cum in your mouth pretty fast," Cameron warned.

Justin blinked up at the doberman, licking some pre from the corners of his lips. "Um, is... that bad or something?"

Troy bit back a laugh at his brother's innocence. "That's all up to you. Some people don't like it," he explained so Cameron didn't have to.

"Oh. I mean, I... want that, I guess." Justin was finding it easier to relax and just act now that his arousal was far outweighing any nerves he had.

Cameron grinned and ran a paw over the fox's ears before taking hold of one. "Then come here," he growled playfully. He tugged lightly at the fox's ear, lowering his muzzle back down towards his crotch.

Justin didn't need any more encouragement. He opened his muzzle and slipped the tip of Cameron's length back along his tongue, feeling tiny spurts of pre coating the inside of his muzzle. He couldn't explain why, but it felt even better with the dog's paw holding onto his ear. Likewise, Troy had scooted down a couple inches so he could more easily rub and pet along the back of his head and neck, which also felt really nice.

The fox slid his muzzle down as far as he could, paws squeezing and tugging at the knot that was just out of reach; it was really fun to hold onto. He pulled off until just the tip was between his lips and could feel it expand every time another watery bit of pre landed on his tongue. He ground his own cock down against the sheets beneath him, now damp with the pre he'd been drooling while sucking on the older dog's shaft.

Cameron shivered and twitched while the young fox serviced him. The paws felt really good, and any lack of skill was quickly being made up for with an excess of eagerness and willingness to please. When he felt the fox's muzzle slide back down he gave a quick hump upwards, his cock pressing into the fox's throat, knot mashing up against his lips. Paws tightened on his knot and he shuddered. "Y-yeah... like that," he whispered.

Justin's eyes teared up once more and he pressed more firmly against that thick knot, wishing that his muzzle could somehow fit something that size. He contented himself by using both paws to squeeze and tug at it, holding his breath to enjoy the sensation a bit longer. Troy's claws were dragging down the back of his head and neck, and Cameron had brought his other paw down to hold onto both ears.

Cameron could feel his peak building, and he pulled the fox's muzzle up away from his knot. Justin sucked in a breath of air, muzzle parted as he breathed through his mouth around the intruder. As soon as he sealed his lips back around the dog's length, Cameron humped upwards again, burying his cock in the fox's maw. This time, though, he withdrew and thrust forward again; three times in quick succession.

Justin held his breath and beared the brunt of the doberman's cock. His paw squeezed down tight beneath the engorged knot as it rammed against his nose. Cameron was breathing heavier and Justin could feel his legs twitch on either side of him.

The doberman was doing his best to hold back, not wanting to hurt the inexperienced fox, but it was a challenge, to say the least. When he felt one of those paws slide further down and suddenly grab his balls, he lost the last of his composure.

Cameron snarled, sending a shiver down Justin's spine. The fox felt the paws on his ears tighten and suddenly the cock in his muzzle began pistoning in and out rapidly, jabbing the back of his throat. When he didn't think he could take any more of it, the assault stopped, and he felt a warm gush of cum pour into the back of his throat, nearly choking him. He swallowed desperately, barely clearing it before another filled his maw. He had to pull back, and Cameron let him, thankfully.

The doberman watched as Justin's muzzle slid back from his shaft, keeping only two or three inches in his maw. His balls pumped the rest of his load into the waiting maw, ropes of cum dripping from the corners of the fox's muzzle, down over the white-furred paws that still gripped his knot and balls.

Justin wasn't sure how to keep up with the flow of cum being shot into his mouth. It was a much stronger taste than the dog's pre had been, but still neither really pleasant or unpleasant. He swallowed as best he could, and then had to pull away completely to get a full breath. His eyes were open, and he was fortunate as he watched the dog's tip twitch and send a splash of cum up across his muzzle, between his eyes. He squeezed them shut and held on, rolling the dobie's balls in his other palm while a few more jets of sticky cum painted his face.

Troy huffed and squirmed where he lay, not sure who he was more jealous of. "You doing okay?" he asked, grinning at his brother's expression. He could see tears on his cheeks from having to hold his breath, and trying not to gag. Even now, holding onto the dobie's cock while cum dripped from his muzzle and face, he was wearing a dopey grin and looking lost in his own thoughts.

Justin blinked a couple times and glanced over to Troy. He licked his lips and couldn't resist, rubbing his nose along the underside of the cock in his paws. "Yeah, that was... that was a lot of fun."

Cameron let out a long, happy sigh and pet through the fox's hair, scratching behind both his ears. "Oof, that felt good. Definitely need to return the favor, though."

The young fox turned his head towards Cameron, tilting it to one side. "What?"

"Scoot over," Cameron said to Troy, then reached down and hooked both paws under Justin's arms, tugging him up.

Justin yipped in surprise as he was hauled up from between Cameron's legs. He released the cock he was holding onto and was turned and dropped on his back, with Cameron now hovering over him. He watched as the dobie scooted back down, a reverse of their earlier position. A large, black and brown paw gripped his knot and squeezed before the whole of his length was suddenly enveloped in warmth.

Cameron pressed his muzzle down over the fox's cock, kissing his knot and sliding a tongue out to tease along the underside of it. He could feel the fox squirming beneath him and making cute gasps of pleasure.

Troy grinned and leaned over to lick his brother's muzzle, cleaning some of the cum from his face. "How does it feel?" he asked.

Justin's mind was reeling at the sudden turn of events. He'd known that Cameron had said he'd enjoyed being tied up by Troy a time or two, and that it was fun to give up control, but it hadn't ever really occurred to him that that would mean that the dobie might also enjoy doing things like this. "A-ah... uh, good," he managed to get out.

Troy put a paw on his brother's sticky cheek and turned his muzzle to the side. He pressed his lips to Justin's and slipped his tongue inside his brother's muzzle, tasting Cameron through the kiss. Justin moaned into his maw and pressed forward, meshing their muzzles together.

When the kiss broke, Troy nosed along the smaller fox's jaw up to his ear, whispering. "Wanna help me, too?" As he said it, he found one of Justin's paws and brought it down to his own arousal.

Justin's fingers curled around his older brother's cock and squeezed. Instead of saying anything, he just nodded and leaned his head against Troy's.

Troy kissed his ear and then sat up, crawling up the bed until he was kneeling next to Justin's head, his cock bobbed in front of Justin's muzzle.

Justin stared at it, the wrongness of it making him shiver with excitement. He reached a paw up to cup his brother's shaft, watching as it flexed up and away from his pad with a spurt of pre across his muzzle before coming back to rest on his fingers. It wasn't as thick as Cameron's, though nearly as long. "I... I don't know if I can do that again, though. My throat is a bit sore."

Cameron's floppy ears twitched in Justin's direction, and he slid his muzzle off the fox's cock, chuckling. "Sorry. Hard not to get carried away," he said.

Justin blushed and shook his head. "No, no I liked it."

"I've been pawing at myself while watching you two. You can do whatever you want, I doubt it'll take much anyway," Troy told Justin, petting over his ears.

Justin nodded and leaned in, brushing his muzzle along his brother's length until he could nose at the base. He squeezed down behind Troy's knot and ran his tongue over the surface, exploring every bit of it. The fact that it was his brother's cock, and the taboo behind it, made it even better. He gasped and had to rest his forehead against Troy's thigh when he felt his own knot get squeezed, and a tongue running along the underside of his cock as Cameron began sucking on him again.

Troy huffed and closed one eye, panting happily as he watched his younger brother. Nights at home were going to be a lot more interesting going forward.

Justin reveled in the pleasure he was receiving from Cameron before remembering he had a task to do. He panted through his open maw and then dragged his tongue along the bottom of Troy's cock until it got to the tip. He parted his lips and slid it inside, sucking on his brother's length. It was easier to fit in his muzzle, which let him press further down until it tickled the back of his throat. Despite what he said about being sore, he couldn't help but press down further, wanting to feel Troy's knot against his lips. It didn't hurt his throat as much, with Troy being thinner, but he couldn't do it for long.

Cameron busied himself with Justin's length, one paw cradling the fuzzy, white sac and giving it a gentle squeeze now and then. The other slid up under the fox's knot, fingers at either side, and his palm flat on the fox's crotch. He dug his claws in against skin, pressing up behind Justin's bulb while his muzzle slid up and down, keeping a slow, steady rhythm.

Justin squirmed and panted, barely able to focus on sucking his brother's cock while they lay there. He was so close to cumming, but the dobie's maw was moving slow enough to keep him on edge instead of pushing him over. His own tongue lashed against the tip of Troy's shaft, teasing drop after drop of pre out into his mouth. He could hear his brother's breathing picking up, and felt him twitch forward now and then, not quite thrusting into his maw.

Troy gripped one of Justin's ears, the other steadying himself on the headboard. "C-close," he whispered, watching through one eye as his little brother swallowed around his shaft.

The younger fox picked up his speed a bit, the simple thought of Troy about to cum in his muzzle making his own orgasm tip over the point of no return. He let out a soft whine and wiggled his hips side to side, trying in vain to hold back.

Troy came first, his teeth snapping together with a hiss of pleasure as his cock throbbed between Justin's lips. Cum sprayed out and into the waiting maw, quickly filling it to the brim.

Justin swallowed the first shot of cum that spray into his mouth, and then his own cock pulsed and began jerking in the dobie's muzzle, and he forgot to keep at it. Cum pooled against his tongue and began draining from the corners of his maw. He choked and had to pull back, gasping for air, still holding onto Troy's knot. Rope after rope of cum splattered against his cheek, mouth, and neck, coating him in a healthy layer of his brother's seed.

Cameron, felt the first pulse of the young fox's shaft between his lips and he quickly pulled off, scooting up until he was straddling the fox's hips. His own cock was still hard as a rock, and he pressed it against the smaller one, squeezing them together and quickly beating them both off. His muzzle hung open, panting hotly as he watched the first few jets of cum spray up along Justin's chest and stomach, one even going far enough to land on his neck, though it was lost among Troy's load.

Cameron closed his eyes halfway and growled softly, tugging at his knot to push himself over the edge as well. He'd been grinding down against the bed while blowing the fox, and didn't need much more attention to get off. His own climax hit, more wet, sticky ropes of cum landing on Justin's chest, making an absolute mess of his fur. When their orgasms died down, he milked the last dregs from both of their cocks, watching his own cum drool down over Justin's shaft.

Troy had opened both eyes to watch Cameron and his brother get off, his body tingling all over from the excitement. He'd just gotten head from his little brother, and then blown his load across his face. Then got to watch as his brother and best friend both unloaded as well. The night didn't get much better than that.

Justin's chest was heaving like he just finished running a race. He ran his tongue along the tip of his brother's cock and then went limp on the bed. "Holy... shit..."

Cameron grinned and smacked his cock against the younger fox's, and then rolled to the side, falling next to Justin. "Heheh, it was certainly fun."

Troy bopped Justin on the nose with his dick and then shuffled down to sit against the headboard. "Man, we really did a number on you."

Justin brought his clean paw to his face and tried to wipe away some of the cum, but only managed to smear it around. "I think I'm going to need a shower," he said.

"And I'll have to throw all this in the laundry. Got it on the sheets, the pillow... oh well, it'll be fine," Cameron said, patting the fox's stomach, smooshing more cum into his fur.

Troy reached down off the bed and grabbed his shirt, dropping it on Justin's face. "Use this, then you too can go take a shower. I avoided most of it," he said.

Justin used the shirt to wipe away at his face until he could open his eyes. "That was so much fun."

"Glad you enjoyed it. Don't feel as weird now?" Cameron said, carefully getting up from the bed and walking around towards the door. Troy hopped up from the bed, out of the way, and when Justin started to sit up, he reached out and put a paw on his shoulder. "Okay, it might be weird, just... roll over on the sheet first. It's already going into the wash and I don't want you to drip all over the carpet on the way to the bathroom," he teased.

Justin blushed brightly, but smiled and did as he was told, getting a fair bit of it off of himself. "Yeah. It still feels... odd, but it was a lot of fun, and I want to do more," he said, rubbing at the back of his neck.

Troy patted them both on the butt and squeezed around behind Cameron to raid his closet. "I'll just grab something to wear while you guys shower."

"This is literally why we went to your place after food," Cameron said, reaching over to tug at Troy's tail.

The older fox yipped and laughed. "Ah, duh, sorry. You two go get clean. I'm going to get dressed and start on the pasta noodles. Then we can play games or something."

Cameron swatted at the fox's butt as he passed, but Troy hopped away before he could make contact. "Come on," he grabbed one of Justin's paws and tugged him into the bathroom.

The shower was barely big enough for two people, and once the water was hot, he stepped into the stream and pulled Justin in alongside. Cameron pulled the shower head off the holder and put a paw on the fox's cheek. "Here, close your eyes," he said, waiting until Justin did so before running the sprayer side to side to get the worst of it from the fox's face and hair.

Justin relaxed as he felt the hot water over his body, and stood still, enjoying the feeling of Cameron's paw cleaning him. He reached out and rested his own on the dog's hips, holding onto him while Cameron started using shampoo on his face and chest. "This, um... this feels nice," he said, petting along Cameron's hips while the doberman took care of him.

"Yeah, it can feel pretty good," Cameron said, rinsing the shampoo from the fox's muzzle and face. He brought his free paw up under Justin's chin and tilted it up, pressing his lips to the younger fox's. They held the kiss, enjoying the intimacy, before Cameron broke it and kissed the fox on the nose.

Justin's cheeks were pink, and it wasn't from just the hot water. He opened his eyes and met the doberman's gaze for a few seconds before looking away shyly. The next hour was filled with far more mundane chores; getting cleaned up, dressing, moving the laundry in the washer to the dryer, refilling the washer, making noodles, assembling a lasagna, cleaning up the kitchen. But together, it went by fast enough, and soon they were all sitting on the couch in front of the TV, each with a beer and a game controller.

Cameron nudged the young fox who was sandwiched between him and Troy. "You know, if you still want to try other things, we have later tonight and all of tomorrow."

Justin's ears perked up even as his face heated. "Ah, really?"

"Course. I grabbed something from home, too, that should help," Troy put in. "Got some excellent numbing lube. It won't fix everything but might be just enough to help you relax."

The younger fox's face was bright pink under the white fur, and he laughed nervously. "I... I want to try, I'm just scared about it."

"We don't have to," Cameron assured him.

"No, I want to. Just scared, that's all," Justin said.

Troy gave his brother's thigh a squeeze. "Don't worry. We'll go easy on you."