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I was the first one awake.

Kusuma was pressed up to me tightly from behind. It was hard to keep my tail from wagging and waking him up. Calvin slept in front of me, wrapped in my arms. Occasionally, he'd squirm or kick his feet. I thought it was the cutest thing.

The heavy blankets were shoved to the foot of the bed. We didn't need any covers to keep toasty with this much body heat. When I looked around the first time and saw my two best friends snuggled up next to me, a warmth spread through me both inside and out. Birds were singing. Pale yellow sunlight snuck in through the window. The powder outside looked perfect for carving.

My rump ached. They really put my tail hole through a workout last night. I tried to warn them that it was my first time, but Spotty held my muzzle shut before I could say anything. I didn't mind. It felt like a fire burning through me at first, but it was a fire that I had been craving for a long time.

You see; Calvin, Kusuma and I have known each other for most of our lives. When we were pups, we would watch cartoons together. When we were finally old enough to drive, we would take turns giving each other rides to school. And, most importantly; when we were in ninth grade, I developed a crush on that charming Dalmatian Calvin.

That was the first year that the three of us played high school football. I already knew that I was gay, and tried to flaunt it a little bit here and there, but I don't think anybody ever noticed. "Kelley the perfectly normal straight guy", I guess. Two other huskies came out of the closet that year, and I didn't want to become a statistic... so I just didn't tell anyone.

Kusuma was the only hybrid (a wolf-fox) on the team, and also the only player that excelled in any sport that he tried out for. You wouldn't know it if you saw him outside of the field, though. He was the most soft-spoken, quiet, and borderline shy person in the locker room. If he was the reason we won the homecoming game, he'd brush it off and say, "it was a team effort".

Calvin was the opposite. Every time he made it to the end zone with the ball, he would gloat and brag until the next play. I don't know why, but it turned me on. He was bossy, sarcastic, and acted like he was too good to date the hot girls that always chased after him.

I knew for a fact that I was gay the first time I pawed off to a photo of Calvin holding me down in a headlock. It just made me so hard, I couldn't help myself. He wanted to beat everybody (especially me) at everything, and knowing that at that moment I was at his mercy... Well, I was glad that my bedroom connected to a private bathroom. I'd flush a box of cum-soaked tissues a week, sometimes.

I kept this secret in contained within my bedroom and bathroom until a cold October afternoon three years later. It was a long day of practice, and I had to cut it short. My stomach was tying up in knots. I had been cramming for a test and didn't have time to grab anything to eat for lunch. My own fault, I know.

I grabbed a sports drink from the machine, gulping it down in just a few swallows. I slowly and tiredly stripped myself, letting my gear fall to the floor in a heap. I stood there in my boxers, letting the air conditioning cool me off.

Our dressing room had lockers lining each wall, benches in the middle, and a separate room for the showers. It wasn't a communal shower, and each stall had a door that you could lock. The cement walls went from floor to ceiling. There wasn't a way to peek over and see another player's junk. Trust me, I tried every way possible.

"A quick shower before I hit the cafeteria," I wearily muttered to myself as my tummy grumbled.

I shuffled through my messy locker, groping for a towel and some clean shorts. When I slapped the door shut, however, the one beside mine opened. Just a crack.

"Ooh, Spotty didn't lock his locker," I sang to myself. My paw hovered in front of the metal door, but I paused. Knowing that the rest of the team would be on the practice field for another hour or so, I slid my paw into the Dalmatian's stuff. I could feel a sheepish grin spreading across my cheeks.

"What can I hold ransom from Mr. I'm-the-Best?" I sneered, rubbing my hands together in a mock-evil cackle. His brand-new iPod. A math book. Some hiking boots. "Ah, here we go," I grinned as I found his backpack.

I tossed out some t-shirts, folders and a bottle of water before I saw it... Or saw myself I should say. In his bag was a photo of me from when Calvin, 'Suma and I went to the water park. I was facing away from the camera and my swim trunks clung tightly to my butt. My curly tail was hiked high as I turned and stuck my tongue out at whoever was taking the picture.

"What..." I whispered, bringing the photo closer to my face. There were a few faded spots on it, especially on my shorts at the spot just under my tail. My eyes narrowed as I sniffed the picture. "He rubbed his dick on this!" I gasped out loud. I could smell the Dalmatian's heavy scent... and even stronger was the smell of semen.

Calvin had been jacking off to a picture of me lifting my tail! My muzzle gaped open in shock and my dick hardened. A satisfied smile streaked across my face.

"I can't believe this," I breathed out. "I am going to have so much fun screwing with Spotty now!" I put everything back exactly the way that I found it and checked my phone for the time. "Still forty minutes before they're done." That was more than enough time. I sneaked my fingers in through the hole in my shorts. "These are already dirty," I reasoned and pulled my growing husky meat out. The vent blew directly onto my manhood, sending a shiver to the tips of my fur.

I petted my dick slowly, letting my thoughts wander off naughtily. I tried to imagine what Calvin was daydreaming about while he was jerking it while looking at me. The scenario played out in my head. I pictured him stroking his cock, and cumming while gasping my name.

My own cock was wet with pre at this point. I squeezed it, starting a shiver in my groin that made its way throughout my entire body. I wasn't able to finish myself though. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the doors to the dressing room weren't locked. "Better hit the showers and then get food before somebody catches me," I grumbled, putting my swollen manhood away.

* * *

"Food..." my stomach growled, snapping my attention back to last night. I was too busy being spit-roasted by my two best friends. Dinner was the last thing on our minds. But right now, a sharp pain shot through my empty tummy.

"Look at the cute husky," Spot's calm voice snuck quietly into my ending fantasy. Guess I couldn't keep my happy tail from slapping the others awake, after all.

"I know, right?" the wolf-fox agreed. "Could get used to being woken up by husky tail every morning. Just have to make sure you're the first one awake every day, Kelley."

"First one awake?" Calvin scoffed. "Ha! I was already awake. Just didn't want to disturb you two sleeping beauties."

"Aww, you think I'm beautiful," Kusuma cracked a joke. "You're not bad yourself, you hunky Dalmatian. I feel like the luckiest guy ever that my first time was with two of the hottest guys on the planet."

"You're..." I paused, my face growing warm from the compliments, "I mean you were a virgin, too?"

"My mom pushed me into every sport that exists," Kusuma revealed. "That doesn't leave much time for dude hunting."

"What about you, Spotty?" I asked him, rubbing the perfectly symmetrical spots on his back. When he turned to answer, I continued rubbing his tight chest; tracing a pattern from his belly-button to his neck and back again.

"Before last night?" Calvin grinned really big, as if to brag about something. But his smile softened, and he breathed in deeply. "Actually... yeah. That was the first time I'd ever done anything. I didn't really want to come out in high school. I saw how the other guys that did got treated after. I don't think anybody would have respected me if they knew that I liked boys."

"I still would have," my massaging paws were now paying special attention to each spot as I tried to decide which one was the cutest. "And Kusuma. He wouldn't have thought any differently of you."

"I know that now," the Dalmatian admitted. "But I was just..."

"Scared?" Kusuma finished Calvin's statement, which just hung in the air.

"Hungry," Spotty laughed. "That's the word that describes me best right now. Let's go get breakfast. And then I'm going to beat you, once and for all."

"Deal!" I yipped eagerly. Words couldn't describe how happy I was to watch my naked friends slink out of bed and slowly dress themselves. I had wanted this for so long.

The lodge had a small café bar near the fireplace. We all ordered giant plates to go along with our mochas. The caffeine helped wake our limbs and tails up, and the chocolate-y smell reminded me of last night. When me and my two best friends stripped down while sipping on a hot mug of cocoa. Still can't believe that happened. I'm such a lucky dog...

We scarfed down our eggs, bacon and waffles as quickly as possible. We were ready to get back to that lift. There was no time to waste. We were dressed and ready at the base of the hill even faster than we had ordered and eaten our breakfast.

"First things first," Calvin started as we sat on the bench and made our ascent; a sense of importance weighing down his words, "we go to tallest slope and race. No head starts. No cheating. We just see who wins."

Kusuma and I both nodded. It's game time!

I glanced sideways at the other two canines. They each looked a little nervous. I was still beaming from last night, so I shot them a sly grin as I got into position.

"Ready?" Spotty called out, holding his paw up as if to halt us. "Three. Two. One. Go!"

I pulled out into an easy lead, but I wasn't going to hang on to it for long. Calvin roared past me when I took too long ollying over one of the piles of snow that the resort sets up as an obstacle. He was only a second or so ahead of me. I could catch up. If only...

"Hey, puppy dick!" I shouted over to Calvin as we were almost neck-and-neck. "Tonight, this is all yours!" I pointed to my raised tail and shaked my butt at the Dalmatian.

My trick worked. He couldn't stop staring. He slowed down just as I did, giving Kusuma enough time to catch up and beat us both to the finish.

"No fair!" Calvin whined. "I said no cheating. We're going again."

"We've got all day," I teased. "How many chances do you need to win?"

"One more," the Dalmatian grinned. It wasn't his usual "I'm going to beat you" grin. Just a happy grin. Finally. His tail swept left and right excitedly as he sprinted back to the lift.

"Are you holding back?" I whispered to the wolf-fox, just as Spotty was out of earshot. "You looked really good up there..." I blushed. "Your stance I mean. You were racing really well. It just seems like you're always letting me win."

"I like watching you beat Calvin," Kusuma closed his eyes, sheepishly smiling widely. "I like seeing you put him in his place."

"Well this time," I flashed a faux-sinister look, "I want to see you beating him. You showing him who's boss."

"No problem," Kusuma agreed, keeping his voice down. Even through his dark fur, I could see hints of red rushing to his cheeks. I'm glad he picked up on my casual flirting.

"And 'Suma?" I whispered and gripped him near his elbow. I leaned my muzzle close to his face, grazing his whiskers. "I meant what I said a second ago. You looked really good. During the race... and last night." I nearly had to turn my head away, I was embarrassing myself so much.

"You..." the wolf-fox started.

"Come on, ladies," Calvin interrupted. He was squatted near the top, buckling his board to his boots already.

Kusuma glanced over at me and smiled. I returned the gesture.

"Three! Two! One! Go!" the Dalmatian counted off. In a flash, we were on our way again.

I was having to struggle to keep up with Spotty this time. He was really putting all he had into this race. We were on each others' tails the whole way down, constantly switching roles as leader and follower. Kusuma on the other hand, was already waiting at the bottom. He shot down the slope effortlessly, and was warming his paws with his breath by the time Cal and I met him at the bottom.

"Looks like you won, 'Suma!" I patted him on the back, trying to rub some much-needed heat into him with my paws.

"Got lucky," the wolf-fox slumped. "I just had a good start is all."

"You sure?" Calvin tapped Kusuma's tummy with his elbow. "It looked like you wiped the floor with us."

My jaw dropped. I can just imagine the hilarious look on my face as I stood there in shock at what Spotty "I'm-the-best" Dalmatian just said.

"Hey," the wolf-fox snaked his arms around Calvin's and my shoulders, "how about you two go have some alone time in the cabin? I'll go get us some reservations at that surf and turf place. Search the ski village a bit. You two can meet me when you're done. Say six-thirty?"

I fumbled to get my phone out of my thick jacket pocket. "That's in four hours. Are you sure you don't want us to come with?" I tried to look him in the eyes to see if he was okay, but he kept averting his gaze.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice seemingly upbeat. "You two have fun. I'll see ya at dinner." And with that, he scooped up his board and started marching toward the lodge.

"Oh, we'll have fun alright," Calvin huffed. "Right, puppy?"

"Yeah..." I meeped. Kusuma wasn't acting quite like himself. Was it something I said?

"You coming?" the Dalmatian called out, a few steps in front of me. "Race ya to the cabin!"

He won. Of course. The breeze from the front door swept across my face as Calvin pushed it closed behind me.

"Now get your hot tail upstairs," Spot commanded, tossing off his boots. "Unless you want to do it down here."

I couldn't get 'Suma's sudden change of attitude out of my head. But as hard as I tried to avoid it, I couldn't stop getting excited when Spotty turned on the hot tub with his toe. He ran his finger up his impeccable torso and then slowly lifted off his shirt. He flicked his button open with his thumb and then pointed to the zipper.

"I'll take care of that for you!" I obliged. My nose rested at his crotch, taking in the scent of his manhood through the denim. I used one hand to rub his bulge as I unzipped his pants, and I rested my cheek against his warm dick as I pulled down his boxers and let them fall to the floor.

"And I'll take care of this," Calvin stopped me before I could start licking at his shaft. He stroked my hair out of my eyes, his fingers playing happily across my forehead. He nodded, motioning for me to stand up. As I climbed to my feet, I admired his naked body. His plump, low-hanging balls had just the right amount of fuzz on them, and his hardening cock was starting to point at me.

He sniffed at my neck as he unsnapped my belt and tugged at my shirt. Within moments, I was just as nude as he was. Our hard cocks pressed against each other as we embraced for a moment.

I wanted to kiss him. So. Much. But I don't know if he would have wanted that. I liked him enough, that's for sure. But I also liked Kusuma. I kind of always have. He had that perfect body, and he was sweet, but so shy... I pushed the thought from my head as the Dalmatian nudged me toward the tub.

"Ahh..." we both gasped as we slowly slid into the bubbling water.

I let out a hushed moan as Spotty sat me down onto the hot tub's bench seat. He stood with his dick in my face, and I expected he wanted me to start slurping. But then he squatted down, his feet on the seat and his knees out above the water. He was sitting in my lap, grinding our cocks together.

"I told you," he rubbed his lips across my ear, "I'm going to take care of this." He clenched his paw around both of our rods and started pumping.

"Ohh..." I exhaled, overrun with warmth. His fingers, his cock, his thumb on my dick-head: they all slid up and down as he squeezed and milked our lengths.

His nuts rested on top of mine, and those started rubbing on my shaft as well as he began to thrust his hips in time with his pumping paw. His balls had a nice weight to them, and I really enjoyed feeling them tickle my own as he continued pawing.

With his free paw, he had pulled my muzzle to his shoulder, gripping the back of my head softly. And he was breathing right into my ear as he worked at both of our cocks. I massaged his back for a while, resisting the urge to press my lips hard against his. When the feeling was almost more than I could take, he leaned back and started rubbing my chest as he stood slightly out of the water and spurted onto my collar bone. He reached down and continued jacking me as he sprayed another shot of cum onto my tummy.

I gripped his paw and licked it clean for him before he could stop me, causing him to moan. Then he rushed his hands to my waist and pulled me up sit on the edge of the tub. He started jerking me off with both paws, lapping wildly at my nuts with his long pink tongue.

"Ohh yeah..." I sputtered, letting loose a thick rope of jizz. It hit him squarely on the top of the muzzle, and that made him pump my meat even more vigorously. His tongue tip quickly and expertly moved to my dick, poking and prodding the hole where I sent another spurt of warm, sticky mess. He swallowed it and started methodically sucking my cock until it was slick and clean.

"Bed?" Spotty asked me, licking my juice off of his chops. He looked me right in the eye, a satisfied smile splayed across his face.

"Yeah!" I bit my lip, staring straight back at him.

He held my hand on the way up to the bedroom, and even held the door open for me.

We snuck under the blankets, still feeling giddy from all of this. I still couldn't believe that I was snuggling with Spotty. I had dreamed of doing that with him, and with 'Suma, ever since I realized that I was attracted to the same sex.

I wanted to tell him how I felt. That I wanted to kiss him. My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. I was going to do it.

"Spot..." I started. My voice was quivering, despite my best efforts to stop it.

"Hmm?" he replied. "What is it, cutie?"

"I had a really good time last night," I curled my leg around his and pulled him closer. He wrapped his arms around my back. God, that felt good. "And today, I had a good time just the two of us, too."

"Yeah," Calvin started rubbing me as he sweetly agreed. "I'm glad Kusuma gave us some alone time today."

"You are?" I tilted my head. "Well, I..." I didn't know what to say. The more I thought about 'Suma, the more worried I got that I had upset him somehow.

"What?" he lay his head on the pillow to look me eye-to-eye.

I rolled over and looked at the clock. "I'm going to set an alarm. We meet him in around two hours. Think I'm going to take a nap until then." I had such mixed feelings about all of this. Was I falling for Spotty, like really falling for him? What about Kusuma? Was I falling for him, too?

And what if everything that I'm dreading... that Spotty's just into this for the sex, and he'd freak out if I kissed him... I couldn't stop myself worrying that that might be true.

"Okay," the Dalmatian nodded solemnly. He squeezed me, and I squeezed him back. His eyes eventually closed.

Mine did too. But I didn't go to sleep. I listened to his breathing and felt his chest rise and fall as I stayed awake with my thoughts.