Sunshine Days - Chapter 12
"How long do you have until your meds kick in?" David asked.
"Uhh..." Jonathan stammered breathlessly. David had him pinned down on the bed, hovering over him on his paws and knees. "It takes about half an hour for them to work..."
"Perfect," David grinned and dipped his head back down.
Jonathan was drawn back into a deep kiss. There wasn't any part of him that tried to resist anymore as he submitted to his desires. He'd later try to convince himself that he only did it for his friend; that it was a product of a long, eventful day; or maybe even Satan's deceptive cajoling. But deep down, he would always know that he was doing it for himself. It was like David had said: '...it just feels so right, you know? Like, how could this be so wrong if it makes me feel happy inside?'
He tensed when he felt a paw groping at his crotch as they kissed. It rubbed slowly and deliberately over his package, gently gripping at his hard member behind the fabric. Just as soon as he had felt its presence, the paw was gone again. He opened his eyes and looked up at the pup. The pained, doubtful look was in David's eyes again as he withdrew from Jonathan. Jonathan pushed himself up on his elbows nervously as David sat back.
"I'm sorry..." Jonathan uttered.
"No... I'm sorry," David said, looking down. "This is wrong..."
Jonathan felt his heart sink again. Part of him felt dejected and hurt but he knew that David didn't mean anything personal by it. There was guilt and conflict on David's face; bearing the same feeling he felt his first time when David showed him how to paw. While Jonathan had felt guilt and shame after his ejaculation, David looked euphoric and untroubled. He felt like he'd completely derailed the pup's personality.
Jonathan shook his head. "But I thought you said it felt right..."
David rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. "How can it feel right if I know I'm gonna go to Hell for it?" He asked, looking morosely off into the darkness.
Jonathan racked his brain for something to say to him. He got up and sat down next to the pup.
"You know how the Bible says that God sent Jesus to die on the cross for our sins?"
"Yeah..." David said, still looking out into the dark.
"Well...I think that means that as long as you accept him as your savior...you'll still go to Heaven."
David looked over at him dully, a little condescendingly. "I know that. Anyone can say that they've been saved and still act like an asshole. John 3:16 isn't a "Get Out of Hell Free" card. As long as I'm a faggot, I'm going to Hell. I don't want to bring you down with me..."
Jonathan's ears flattened back against his head. "Have you prayed for forgiveness?"
"I used to..." He sighed, "I even thought if I prayed enough, God would make me normal. Vince told me I was normal and I had nothing to be ashamed of...and I believed him. But I still know what the Bible says. The Bible says I'm wrong."
Jonathan could see David's eyes getting misty again in the darkness, reflecting a tortured soul behind them. He put an arm around his naked shoulders and held him close.
"There's verse somewhere that I read...I can't remember off the top of my head but I think it goes like...We've all fallen short of the glory of God, but he forgives us as we should forgive others...or something like that."
David was silent.
"God knows you're not perfect. And yet he loves you all the same. I think...he made you the way you are for a reason."
"And what reason is that?" David asked softly.
Jonathan frowned and kept rubbing his paw on David's shoulder. "I dunno...but I don't think he'd make you the way you are for no reason."
They sat together in the darkness for a while, both of them just thinking. David finally spoke up. "Are you gay too?"
Jonathan's heart did a little jump in his chest at the question. He had wondered the same thing about himself. Before he'd come there, he didn't even know what gay really was other than a slur. He grew up with the notion that boys and girls were meant to fall in love with one another. Until he met David and discovered what homosexuality was, he wasn't aware that there had been an alternative. He could still see himself growing up and settling down with a nice woman, having cubs, and building a life together. He could also see himself doing the same with David. In his heart he felt more drawn to the idea of living with David than with a fictional woman. Maybe he was gay.
"If I am, I'll keep you company in Hell..." He smiled lightheartedly, meaning to comfort the pup even though the words left a bad taste in his mouth. He regretted saying it, as if just by saying those words he had jinxed himself. Of course he didn't want to go to Hell. He couldn't imagine either of them being in Hell either.
David returned a little smile.
Jonathan turned his head to kiss the pup's cheek. He buried his worries about eternal damnation deep down in himself.
Jonathan crawled on the bed and David followed shortly behind. Jonathan felt the other boy shuffling up behind him and draping an arm around his waist. He could feel warm breath on the nape of his neck and the pup's warm body pressed against his back. He could also feel the canine's bulge against his tail. He blushed softly but didn't say anything about it.
Time passed and eventually Jonathan felt the drugs take effect. A soothing, calming sensation filled his body, lulling him into a deep, restful sleep.
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Jonathan awoke unpleasantly to the panicked feeling that he was wetting the bed again. In his dream he felt his bladder releasing and the warm, draining sensation that came with it. He bolted straight up, suddenly wide awake as he threw back the covers to stop himself from peeing. He was relieved to find that his lap was still dry but his dick was painfully rigid in his briefs and his bladder felt uncomfortably full.
He saw that David was still fast asleep next to him. He crept carefully out of bed as not to rouse the sleeping pup. It would allow himself a few minutes of privacy while he attended to business. He slipped into a pair of jeans that were lying on the floor and threw on a shirt before checking his watch. According to the illuminated face the time was just a little after 6 AM. He could also tell from the warm, steadily growing light outside the grimy windows that it was still very early. The rest of the camp would still be asleep, with the exceptions of the Leaders and Pastor Durham who would be just waking up and getting ready for the day and the camp cook who would be prepping the kitchen for breakfast.
Jonathan opened and closed the screen door without making any noise. He hugged around his stomach, rubbing his paws on his arms and shivering softly as goosebumps prickled his fur. Early summer mornings were still fairly brisk but not enough to leave frost on the grass or turn one's breath into vapor but just enough to leave a chill in the air. He wished he'd thought to bring his windbreaker along on the trip.
The tightening strain on his bladder reminded him what his business was. He looked all the way across the campsite to the showers and bathrooms building on the other side. He figured it wouldn't kill him to make the trek all the way over there but he really did have to pee and rather urgently too.
He stepped barefoot down onto the dirt and stood for a moment, looking around. Wispy fog hung lazily over the ground in patches around the campsite and over the ethereally still waters of the lake. Everything seemed to have an aura to his crusty, sleep-laden eyes as the sun came up and cast a deep, warm glow over everything. He gazed off into the woods behind the cabin. A strange idea came to his mind. He wouldn't have to walk all the way to the bathrooms if he just went behind the cabin to pee. No one would see him and it would be a much shorter distance. Of course there would be risks, which Jonathan was now analyzing in his head. His fuzzy, half-asleep brain was suddenly wide awake as he considered who would be awake or might look out and spot him. There would also be spiders and snakes, though snakes probably wouldn't be out until it started warming up. While his brain made rapid fire conclusions to various worst case scenarios, his bladder still ached. It helped push his decision making to a close.
He glanced around before stepping off the dirt path onto the wet grass and slinking off behind the cabin. His heart raced in his chest and his paw went instinctively to his pocket, just in case. He knew that he was taking a risk and acting on an impulse which was very unlike him. Just as he had done the night before when he stripped down to his briefs and slept in the same bed with David. He was the kind of kid that would have held his bladder until it popped rather than raising his paw to go to the restroom. He was the kind that would eat the same thing for lunch every day and sit in the same place in the lunchroom. Perhaps David was having more of an influence on him than he thought.
Behind the cabin, Jonathan looked around again from one side to the other and made sure that no one from the adjacent buildings could see him. When he felt safe and secluded enough, he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly.
The wild rush he felt from doing what he was about to do also made it hard for him to even start. He held his stiff member between his fingers, mentally trying to deflate his morning wood so he could relieve himself. He tried to force it but all he managed to squeeze out was a couple of drops. He let go of his breath and sighed, waiting anxiously for his erection to go down. He periodically checked over his shoulders and bounced on the heels of his dew-soaked feet as he waited. Then when he finally managed it down to a semi-flaccid state, it jetted hot, dark yellow urine into a taller patch of grass. He sighed softly and a shiver ran up his spine.
"Good morning!"
Jonathan jumped and nearly sprayed down his own leg with his stream as he was joined by David. Unsurprising to him at that point, David was dressed in only his underwear from the night before. Jonathan was too tired to really give the pup an annoyed look for startling him.
"Whatcha doing back here?" David asked, padding up to him.
'What's it look like?' Jonathan thought irritably.
"I should ask you the same thing..." Jonathan replied softly, considerably less snarky than his original thought.
"I saw you leave. I thought I'd come give you some company," David said with a sleepy little grin. He stood next to Jonathan and pulled his briefs down under his balls, letting his sheath hang loose. Jonathan watched curiously, holding his dry cock in his paw down as David fondled himself a little. The pup coaxed the tip of his red shaft out of his sheath and aimed it outwards. David shivered a little and his tail twitched as he started peeing.
Jonathan was fascinated by the display. His eyes were fixated on David's cock as he marked the same patch of tall grass, studying with equal parts curiosity and arousal. His own cock was stiffening up between his fingers as he watched.
"How do you even use the bathroom like that?" He asked inquisitively. While Jonathan had better control over his stream and typically aimed it straight down, David's was arched up in the air from the tip of his canid shaft.
David chuckled as his stream came to a sputtering end. "Very carefully." He shook off the droplet at the tip. Jonathan watched as the shaft slid back into the furred sleeve a bit.
They stuffed their respective bits back into their underwear, both a little plump from the situation, and started back around the side of the cabin. Jonathan was still glancing around, paranoid about getting caught behind the building with a nearly naked bull terrier.
"Aren't you cold?" Jonathan asked, referring to David's much shorter fur.
"Nah, not really... Well, maybe a little." David said with a grin.
As Jonathan peered around the corner cautiously, David strolled up behind him casually and wrapped his paw around the feline's tail. Jonathan jumped as he felt the paw grip lightly at the base and slowly stroke down it. He turned sharply; fur bristled up on his neck as he glared at the smiling pup's face.
"You wanna fool around a little after breakfast?" David asked, whipping his tail back and forth.
Jonathan's scowl gave way to a confounded look. It seemed that David's personality had taken a 180 degree turn from the night before. For a moment, Jonathan was left a little speechless.
"Are....you sure?" Jonathan asked, flushing slightly as he watched the pup reached down to adjust his boner in his briefs.
"Yeah!" David responded with a cheeky grin. He waved his paw dismissively and added, "I know, last night I was a bit weird but...I'm still game if you are."
Jonathan swallowed softly and looked around the corner again, seeing that the coast was clear. He turned back and said, "Yeah, I guess so..." When he saw the pup's face light up with a smile, he couldn't help but smile himself.