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When people would think of a 'getaway', it would be a cruise liner, or maybe a trip to the alps to go skiing. Hell, most people just settle with a beach side and order those pineapple coladas. Not Dexter though. This black wolf was a soldier; the best of the best, or so he loved to think. He did what he excels at; soldiering on. Last week was in the hot sands of the Middle East, today he was in the dense jungles of an Asian country. However, this place was much better. Sure there were insects, vicious wildlife, poisonous berries, mushrooms, and that very distinct jungle smell of banana leaves and dung. But at least he wasn't being shot at. Given that he was in borrowed jungle military fatigues, he wouldn't even get hit at all.

'Is that the landmark?' he saw a palm tree that had grown in three directions from its trunk. Should be it. Dexter recalled speaking with Sergeant Jacob about a nice slice of nature where he could unwind. There was a mountain trek that he and his buddies were going to, but he'd rather relax alone. And there were two choices afterwards; this waterfall, or a hill overlooking untouched plains.

Upon passing the unusual tree, his ears picked up a faint sound of running, splashing water. Dexter picked up the pace. He followed the right path as he had been instructed, because it led to the base of the waterfall. The path wasn't as obscure or blocked from his initial trek. There were dead leaves and old footprints on the soft soil. It even matched his standard issued boots.

'This is the way alright.' Dexter got closer where he saw the mist of the waterfalls sparkle against the midday sun, over the mostly calm lake. He stepped into the clearing. The sight was much more colorful than the desert; across the lake were an assortment of colorful flowers dangling over it. His eyes then gazed at the main attraction.

"Holy shit," he muttered. It was much taller than he thought when he heard it earlier. It was a spectacular cascade of bluish-whitish water from a tall point of, guessing, thirty feet. There were two cliffs that safeguard its beauty. They themselves were gorgeous with hanging branches and colorful flowers on vines. There was a small rainbow effect just below the overhang of the waterfall too. At the peak were different types of trees, some of them he knew as tropical palms, with colorful exotic birds nesting on them.

Looking back down at the base of the waterfall, he noticed a clearing behind. Almost like a cave. He walked around the lake that had a slight decline at the opposite of the waterfalls, leading to a river. All of this was worth the walk, and no other vacation spot could top this place.

"This place is nice," he commented while walking on the flat-rocked shore of the lake. It was an ideal fishing spot, or a place to settle down for the afternoon. Maybe that's where he'd set his things if the clearing was drenched. That being said, he steadied himself as he walked on wet uneven rocks closer to the waterfalls. It was loud yet pleasant to the ears.

For a while, his mind was not inhibited by the meticulous orders of his superiors. No anxiety for his own safety, nor the sound of gunfire. This took him back to the time he and his parents sightsaw the Niagara Falls. How it had soaked his clothing and fur then and now. Dexter stood there, balanced on uneven stone, for several minutes. He took it all in, his breathing calmed and collected. Last week's worries felt like months away. After he had sunk into bliss, he went on.

He entered the clearing some time after. It was spacious, but not enough that he could avoid getting wet. The old wolf stepped out, going back to the flat-rock. There he settled down his backpack and untied his boots. After slipping them off, he felt his feet cool from all the walking he had done. Socks were off then stuffed in his boots, then he stretched his whole body around. Arms outward, followed with side by side twisting. Leg stretching, squats, and a split. That last one wasn't as easy to do in his fatigues. At least his peers wouldn't be there to laugh at him.

'Hmm...' his ears perked in interest. Dexter looked down into the lake to see his own handsome reflection. He pointed finger guns at him, "Hey handsome, it's just you and me today." Winking at him, Dexter had an idea. One that he hadn't done outside.

He had to make sure he was alone. Wouldn't want to get caught or end up somewhere online after all. The wolf went around the lake, taking in the pleasant smell of the flowers he saw earlier. His eyes and ears scanned for anything out of place; there were no peeping toms along the treelines, or anybody walking nearby. Only the waterfalls, the birds, and the occasional bark or yelp.

It calmed him as he got back to his spot. He met with his reflection again, smiling with those bedroom eyes as water dripped down his chin. "Hey handsome," he whispered to him as he undid the first button.

"I'm such a sexy beast," the second button had been undone, revealing his inner shirt which held back his still-dry inner fluff.

"Y'know that right?" he undid the third button, gripping the hems of his fatigue jacket to unveil his man-cleavage. Firm muscular chest that his shirt did little to hide. Little enough that it could rip should he flex. Damn though, his reflection looked good. He turned from side to side as he undid the fourth button.

"Almost there stud," teasing himself as the mold of his abs was in view. He swayed his knees as his paws went over his shirt, rubbing those rock-hard muscles. Then he immediately scooped up some water and soaked it. His white fur was now transparent on the cloth, and he smacked them, "Unf, that's right."

Dexter blew himself a kiss that he then caught and smacked his chest with. "You're so sweet," he flirted, unbuttoning the last. Then he removed his military jacket, tossing it dramatically at his bag. He swayed his hips side to side, doing a little dance to an imaginary sound of a saxophone.

His paws danced around his moving body, pressing against his abs again. Letting out soft moans as he continued rubbing his pecs. He scooped up more water on himself, his shirt didn't hide the cream-white fur that went from his chin downwards. At that point his tank top came off. Dexter got handsy with himself, his fingers going between his soaked fur. His body felt warm, despite the cool water, from the heat whether himself or the jungle or both.

"It's been a while, huh?" he spoke to his topless image. He flexed his guns at him and was impressed with his too. Built firmly, massive, very inviting to massage and worship over. Oh how he wished he could dream of him every night.

Dexter did a few more poses. Showing his guns from the side, trying to contest his reflection. And he turned his back on him, flexing it against him too. Tail raised high to give himself an inviting few.

He feigned disappointment, "Damn, another tie again." He pointed at the hunky black wolf, "I'll get stronger, stud. Just you wait."

Though the show was far from over. Dexter looked around again, ears flicking left and right. He took a deep breath as he unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants followed by unzipping. The dashing wolf below him had an impressive package hiding behind his tighty-whities. The same wolf had been eyeing his own too.

Despite his initial worries of a voyeur, being naked with his reflection outside seemed to entice him. An experience that excited him with his growing package throbbing in his underwear. It peeked past his fly with its garter trying to cling itself onto his waist, but he could already see his crotch hair peeking out. Dexter caught a whiff of his musk, combined with the sweat of trekking, and the jungle fever. An aromatic scent with a mild saltiness to it, he'd want a taste of it eventually.

His mirror stared at his growing desire, speaking with a gruffed tone, "Now that's an impressive cock, Dexter." There was a growl from him, deepening as he lowered his pants down to his knees. His reflection was a sight to behold; he saw his black orbs and massive junk through the tenting underwear's outstretched leghole. It was girthy, long, and he would want to touch it in more than one way. Licking his lips, he tugged on the sides of his underwear, slowly pulling them downwards. But he stopped, wagging his finger sideways putting them back up. Not wanting to rush things, he theatrically kicked his pants away and showed the ass-side of his underwear. Very white, but the sweat had made it transparent, showing his black-furred ass.

A name came to him as he appreciated his sexy form. Bang, pointing a finger gun to his rear, "Hey there, Sexy Dexy." Gosh that had such a good ring to it, he thought. Turning swiftly around to present his excitement, but the pace had caused it to slip and stand out. A large throbbing black dick with plump nuts for all the jungle to see. His breathing quickened from the excitement, moreso as his reflection spread his arms out. An inner voice chanted his new nickname, 'Sexy! Dexy! Sexy! Dexy!'

Pre oozed out of his twitching shaft, so he got rid of his underwear too. Now he was truly naked outdoors. It was the first time he had done so, and it was thrilling. Dexter sat down on the hot rocks, letting his legs dip close into the water. He had an exhilarating idea he ought to try. The black wolf waited for the water to calm itself though his leg shaking in excitement didn't help. In a brief moment, he controlled himself.

"Hey, you're back handsome," he said to his relatively still image. His face was much closer to him, enough that he'd kiss him. Dexter's cock twitched eagerly, its tip touching the water. It was the closest he had to frotting, holding his cock just above the water. He submerged his legs more so they would metaphorically touch, while his balls dipped in.

"Hah, our balls touched," he slowly stroked himself so as to not ruin the water's reflection. Dexter huffed, moaned, then he gasped at the thought of his warm dick rubbing against himself. Going wild with the idea that he could hold him, kiss him, and so much more. Two throbbing dark shafts against each other's white fur. He'd bet that it would be as smooth as his, and comforting to the touch. Black paws would be all over him too. They massaged every part of him. From the toned muscles, down to his thick calves. He sank into a blissfulness that suddenly washed over him.

Dexter realized he was submerged, swimming underwater. It was cold, the comforting kind of cold. Being from Canada though, this was nothing to him. Fortunately there weren't any predatory fishes, and the lake bottom wasn't too deep but it was abundant in dark green plant life.

He swam around, lifting his head above the water from time to time before going back down to lose himself in the cool lakewater. Water flowing between his fur, washing over his muscles, similar to touching himself in all the good places. Dexter then played with the idea of being rescued by himself.

Within moments, he climbed back up onto the rock and laid on his back with his eyes closed. With his arms and legs spread out, he pretended he was about to be resuscitated. In his mind, his doppelganger approached, giving him 'CPR' but with tongue.

"Dexy, are you alright?" he giddily thought.

"I am," pretending to gasp for air. He sat up, kissing him. "All thanks to you, stud."

Dexter stood up and shook himself, "How about I give you a reward." He walked over to his bag. Another unzipping noise, this time his regular clothes went in, exchanged for something smaller.

"Oh really handsome? What're you going to give me?"

Dexter stood over his reflection, who too held the same thing: a speedo in a jungle camo pattern similar to his fatigues. They exchanged looks, "A good time."

It started there, covering his crotch with a stretched out swimsuit piece. He twirled around with a low tail, raising it as he faced his reflection. Then Dexter swung for a moment, revealing his half-erect shaft before turning around where it was out of view.

"Damn, you are Sexy Dexy," he thought as he slipped on the tight speedo. There was a reason why he got this one in particular, crouching down and soaking the garter. It revealed, in pink glittery letters, 'Sexy Stud'.

His eyes read the reversed lettering on his reflection, "Damn right I am." Smacking his rear, shaking it as he flexed his guns more. This time he was a muscleman in those pageant shows. Cameras alight with people chanting his name. Another person would join him on stage; it was himself.

Dexter walked around the rock with his imaginary self. A step closer and their muscles touched. He let his paws wander all over him as he did unto him too. He kissed him again, embracing him tightly as their bulges touched. Now their packages throbbed together, and the show must advance.

Then he pranced around the edges of the rock, both paws on the sides of his tactical speedo. Tugging on them while swinging his growing desire around. It bounced side to side with the tip of his bulge soaking in pre. Dexter laid himself down on his body and did some push-ups. He grinded against the rock with every downward thrust, moaning out loud enough to scare off a few birds.

Suddenly, his imaginary partner was behind him, grinding against his rear. With a free paw, Dexter moved the back of his speedo aside and teased his rim as he continued with those push-ups. He wouldn't know anyone else who could achieve such erotic prowess other than himself.

His fingers danced around his entrance. Every lift of his body prodded the entrance with his index. And another push-up, this time his middle finger teased itself. Finally, both his sweaty fingers slid in against his twitching hole. It sent an intense heat through his body as he rested on his chin and his ass up.

"So big," he panted out as a third finger went in. Dexter pushed himself against it then away as he humped the air. This time, each thrust slid his hard dick out. It was getting too hot that he stood up and stripped off his speedo with both paws. No striptease this time as he felt the need to release his heat but not before a distant whistle from himself as he saw his naked reflection.

Dexter looked down at his discarded swimwear, and with cheeks hotter than his body, he gave its inner crotch a sniff. It's as if he was nuzzling his own dick; a powerful and salty alpha scent. He used the speedo to jerk himself off, imagining that the same Sexy Dexy was sucking him off. This time he used both paws to grasp his entire length, thrusting into it faster.

"Your mouth is fucking amazing Dexy," Dexter closed his eyes, emulating the sensation of an imaginary tongue lick his shaft. He further indulged his pride, letting his dick hang out. It glistened from the afternoon sun, while his imaginary friend would admire it with his paws. His own paws then touched all around it, sizing up his own girth where he can't even wrap around it with his index and thumb.

"So thick," he could see himself lifting his dick with his muzzle, licking it from base to tip. Dexter caressed his head, scratching behind his ear which made his own twitch too, "Good boy."

And he continued jerking himself off, visualizing his partner deep throating him. Putting the swimsuit aside, he thrusted into both paws, now imagining that he was fucking his own tight hole. His fingers twirled around his mushroom tip, sending tingles throughout his body. He then smeared pre on his index and middle finger. There was another Dexter behind him who would spread his hole again.

"Ready, stud?" his other doppelganger asked. With a length about the same size, he danced its tip around his hole whereas his fingers smeared it. Then his tip would enter him; he would spread himself open and take in three fingers.

"Fuck," Dexter muttered, taking it in slow. His fingers slowly inched in at a time as his asshole tightened against it.

"You're tight."

"You're massive," Dexter answered back. But it felt awkward standing there, especially as his knees would give in from the pleasure inside him. And the everpresent sound of the waterfall gave him an idea of where to continue. Maybe even help suppress his moans too.

Dexter took his speedo and bag with him, putting the camouflaged underwear in one of its pockets. The walk to that clearing felt much more natural without his clothes, moreso with his quite-pronounced dick swinging about. He doesn't feel inhibited anymore. Not by the uniform of responsibility nor the guilt of shame. When he laid his bag farthest from the waterfalls, he never caught a glimpse of how the falling waters, though haphazard, reflected him and his bits so well.

Dexter inspected himself once more. Muscles, glutes, erection, all very alluring. He reached the waterfall, holding out for his reflection holding back to him too. That pressure against his paw felt genuine, closer to being with himself than before. And he rubbed all over himself again as he stepped back. Strong paws grasped his abs sending pleasant shivers down his sides. He laid back against his bag in such a comfortable position that he could spread and lift his legs, continuing what he started. Closing his eyes, Dexter imagined.

His shaft was muzzle-deep in his first doppelganger, while his needy hole was filled by the second. It felt like the stud was behind him. He was laying against his Olympian body who then humped against him. All the while their tails were tied together tightly.

There was no shame moaning out then, his pleasured howl bouncing around the cavern walls and waterfall. At that moment, it sounded like his partners did too. The Dexter in front of him bobbed his head up and down, deepthroating his entire length, while the Dexter behind him rammed into his hot mancave. He even imagined the former Dexter fingering the latter, letting out a howl as they joined in too.

The waterfalls' moisture felt like their sweat sprinkling over him as they continued to fuck himself. He and his partners were quite close, and they wanted to end their little session at their peak. The Dexter in front had turned to stroking him off, while licking his tip. Then he felt his jewels being massaged causing him to push himself against the Dexter behind him.

"Shoot a big load for Dexy," the stud behind him muttered. Dexter fired into his doppelganger's muzzle hanging over his cock, before going down onto it and drinking his plentiful seed, wrapping his tongue around his twitching meat stick. He imagined his ass being pumped by warm stickiness, heightening his climax as he shot out more of his load. Dexter kept cumming on and on, feeling his body relax itself as it washed over in sexual ecstasy.

"See you next time, stud," his whisper faded away.

Dexter opened his eyes, looking at the reflection of the waterfalls. He felt the cum on his white fur, but he noticed a few of his load going over his muzzle. With a swipe of his tongue, he tasted his own essence, salty and very thick. His dick was half-erect, oozing out his load as it dribbled around his slight gaping hole.

"Best vacation ever." Which was an undeniable comment. Laid down there with his arms and legs spread, adjusting himself comfortably so he could lay his head on the bag like it was a pillow. Dexter closed his eyes as he let the sounds of the waterfall lull him into a nap.