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                So

camping was going to be the best ever. If I had asked a girl to go it would

have been a disaster. Even if she had said yes, there was always the problem of

getting that past my parents, who might have had a few things to say about it.

And then once we were to get to the camp site, I have a feeling the other

campers would know something was up. I mean, after all a young fox and his

vixen? There was only one thing they were going to be doing.

                But

three young fox males; now that they would hardly notice. Boys just out having

a little bonding time. I mean, a knot is sort of a bond, isn't it?

                We

chilled after the first episode, wanting to recharge and connect later on. To that

end  I zipped up the door to the tent and

fell asleep for a little while. Outside we could hear people coming and going,

but for the longest while no one set up near use. After we had gotten a little

rest, we got dressed and went out to see what had transpired during our down

time.

                Two

spots away was a newcomer; a big burly and grizzled fox that screamed red - as

in red-neck. His pickup truck was outfitted with fishing gear and a boat

trailer, and the wheel wells on it were covered in mud. I was quick to look at

him and then ignore him. He was the type of guy that you did better to ignore,

especially if he thought you might be gay or at the very least less than manly.

                The bad

part was, he caught me looking and hollered to me. "Hey son, come here a

minute!"

                I was

sort of stuck for it. I had a faint feeling I was going to be getting an ear

full. "Yeah?"

                "You've

been here long?"

                "Nope.

Just a few hours."

                "By

yourself?"

                "No,

I've got my brother and a friend of his with me, why?"

                His

eyes narrowed. "Younger?"

                "Uh,

yeah..."

                I was

getting a little nervous.

                "So what

are you boys doing this weekend?"

                Like I

was going to tell him that! "We figured on doing a little of everything. This

was mostly to get out of the house for a while."

                I was

getting uncomfortable talking with this guy. I looked around at his tent and everything

about his supplies and his appearance screamed backwoods freak.

                "I was

wondering boy, if you would do me a favor. I'll even pay you."

                Now I

was feeling the need to back away.

                "Uhhhh.

What would that be?"

                Instead

of replying to me, he turned and hollered back at his tent. "Hey Sam! Get your

skinny ass out here!"

                It took

a moment before a very forlorn looking kit came out. He was about the age of my

brother, was completely black, and not bad looking if I say so myself. I

figured with a father like this, he'd look more like a Bubba than a Sam. He was

holding a handheld game and was doing his best to look at it instead of his

surroundings.

                A big

hand came down on his head. "This here is my boy. As you can see, he ain't much

of an outdoorsman. Me, I love it all. But I had to bring him, and to be honest,

that makes both of us miserable."

                I

wanted to say something about how life sucked, but I found better words. "That

is too bad. But what am I supposed to do?"

                "Well

you see son, I'm going to go fishing. I got a boat out at the marina all ready

for me. But Sam here doesn't want to go, and I for one don't want him along if

all he's going to do is whine."

                Whine?

For some reason that struck me as familiar.

                "So you

want him to stay with me?"

                "He

doesn't have to. We have a tent. But since you're so close, I thought maybe you

could keep an eye on him for me. He'll be happier here, and I'll be happier

there."

                I

looked him over. He was skinny. He also looked so little like his father that I

was pretty sure the two of them weren't even related. There would be time to

ask that later. He was finally looking up from his game to look at me. I smiled

and said ""Sure, no problem."

                I got

the guy's cell phone number, but he laughed when he gave it to me. "I doubt

it'll work where I'm going, but if you have a problem, here's the home number.

But don't call unless it's life or death, because if the wife finds out I

split, she'll kill me."

                A short

while later the truck roared away and the camp was quiet. A moment later Sam

showed up, looking both hopeful and relieved. I got up and offered him my

chair, but he smiled and ran back to his own campsite and returned with one of

his own. He sat down and smiled shyly.

                "Thanks

for doing that for me. I hate fishing."

                "And

your dad seems to hate having you along."

                He

shrugged. "Step-dad.  It's not his fault.

He's a nice enough guy, but he likes to relax in his own way, and mom makes me

go. I'd rather be playing games or riding my bike or something. Coming out here

is kind of weird."

                "Weird?"

                "Well,

you have a nice house, with a bed, a refrigerator, a shower and all sorts of

other stuff and you give it up for this?"

                Daryl

snickered. "Yeah, but you can always go back to that stuff. There are

advantages to being out and alone."

                "Like

what?"

                I gave

a stern look to my kid brother. I didn't know this other kid from Adam and I

didn't need anyone finding out what we were doing. Keeping an eye on this kid

during the day didn't mean letting him in on our secret

                "Oh

come on. Are you telling me that you didn't think once about pawing off once

your dad..."

                "Step-dad..."

                "Whatever.

Come on! You can do anything you want right now. Go back to your tent and

relax."

                I think

his cheeks might have turned red, but it was impossible to say. "You guys do

that?"

                I

interrupted. "What they do is they own business and not something they need to

drag you into."

                "Oh,

it's alright. I thought maybe I was the only one to do that kind of thing."

                I

rolled my eyes. This weekend just got a little more complicated. Or maybe it

hadn't.

                "So Sam, I take it you don't get

out much."

                He

looked me in the face. "No. I live out in the country. I don't see too many

people unless it's at school and there I feel like a freak. Everyone is a lot

like my step-dad; big and dumb."

                "A lot

of girls at your school?"

                He made

a face. "Yeah, I guess. They're all kind of big and dumb too."

                "You

don't like girls?"

                "They're

alright I guess. I mean..."

                "Yes?"

                He

pointed to the other two with me. "I'd rather hang out with guys like that, but

there aren't any around me."

                Daryl

smiled. "Well, I suppose you could go back to your tent and paw off to me..."

                Sam was

now obviously flustered. "That's not what I meant!"

                Daryl

was suddenly being his old shitty self again. "Oh. Here I thought that maybe

you liked me!"

                "I didn't

say that I didn't!"

                "I see.

Well, if I'm not good enough for someone to get off on, what am I good for?"

                This poor

kid didn't know how to handle the conversation. I could tell he was both interested

and uncomfortable talking about it. Daryl's blatant openness was flipping him

out.

                "Look

Sam, we're all just hanging out for the weekend. If you want to chill with us,

that's fine with me. Let's just say that things can get a little crazy at

times, but always quietly and inside the tent."

                His paw

went unconsciously to his crotch. "I don't think I understand."

                Daryl

chuckled, looked around and seeing no one else near, dropped his shorts for a second.

"We all have a cock. You just don't know what to do with yours at the moment.

What say we show you?"

                I could

see his cock rise up under the material of his own short to meet his questing

fingers. "But we're all guys..."

                "You didn't

seem too interested in girls a moment ago."

                He

looked very uncomfortable for a moment. "But being gay is a bad thing."

                I

stepped in. "Being gay is whatever you make of it."

                "Are

you gay?"

                "Good question

and one I haven't answered just yet. I think you could say I'm bi. I don't mind

a girl or a guy if they're cute enough."

                It was

then that Sam finally got the idea of what we were doing here at the

campgrounds. I think he about blew a wad in his shorts. "You mean you guys..."

                Daryl

was his tactful self as usual. "You mean - have we been fucking? Yes, as a matter

of fact we have been."

                "You

mean up the butt?"

                "That's

only one way, and even then you can vary that up."

                He was

staring at Daryl intently. "You mean you've already had sex before?"

                "Sure.

If you don't believe me, you wanna watch and see for yourself?"

                Sam's

paw was rubbing the front of his pants rather rapidly. I don't think he was a aware

he was doing it. The kid had it bad.

                "You mean

you guys do it right here in the campground?"

                "Yeah.

Why not? The trick is to keep the noise down, and then people will ever know."

                I was

getting horny again just thinking of doing this newbie. I remembered vividly the

first time I had done Daryl and my cock went from interested into rabidly

raging with that thought. Yeah, I had essentially raped him, but god that had

been fun. And now that I was thinking of it, when we got home, I was going to

have him bend through the window and I'd reenact it again.

                "Are

you sure? It seems risky."

                "Risk

is half the fun." Daryl got up, went into the tent and came back with the lube.

He looked around again and finding no one even close to our site, slipped his

shorts down, rubbed some lube on his ass and motioned for me to drop my pants.

He must have assumed I was going to be hard again. He climbed up on my lap,

pointed to Sam to bend down and watch, and then slipped over my hard cock like

the pro he was.

                Sam

about fainted. "Shit! I can't believe you're actually doing that. I thought it

was impossible."

                Daryl

was suddenly in the mood to put on a show. I don't think that exhibitionism was

one of his fetishes, but it just might become one. He drove down on my cock;

his own quite visible with his shorts now around his ankles. Sam could see that

this wasn't a trick, for my cock would disappear completely inside. I did

whisper to my kid brother to not overdo it. If I knotted up inside we would be

stuck for a while, and without the privacy of the tent, that could quickly turn

awkward.

                "You

make it look fun!"

                Daryl

was licking his lips. "Oh fuck yes it's fun. And the great thing is, with the

right guys, you can have fun all the time, and whenever you want, and no one

will ever know; not that they should care."

                "C-c-c-ccan

I try?"

                I

smiled. "In what capacity?"

                "What?"

                "Do you

want to the fucker or the fuckee?"

                "Oh. Which

is better?"

                As much

as I hated to have him stop, I told Daryl to get off so we could head to the

tent. He slipped off with a sigh, and with me making an even bigger one we went

inside. It was a little warm for four people inside there, and it was even closer

now with all the flaps down. But I didn't need anyone peeking in.

                "Look

Sam, you'll have to find that out for yourself. I'd suggest you get it on

however suits you with these two first. An ass needs a little stretching before

it can comfortably accommodate a cock my size."

                Daryl

wisely kept mention of his first time to himself. No point in scaring this poor

kid with horror stories.

                In the

end, they worked it out this way. Bernie got down on his white furry back and Sam, after

nervously stripping, got his crotch over Bernie's face. Daryl lubed up and

carefully worked his cock into Sam's ass amidst a lot of little yelps. But Bernie

helped take his mind off of it. After a few minutes the three reached equilibrium.

It was a little pile of horny fox boys and it was wonderful to behold.

                I

decided immediately that the hell if I was going to sit back and watch. My cock

was still stiff as a flag pole. I got behind my kid brother and slipped it in once

again. From there I let him do the moving as he thrust back and forth. Sam was

lying on Bernie, and after a moment it appeared he was sucking on his cock,

meaning that four cocks were engaged, two in asses and two in mouths. Now there

was something to have a home movie of!

                It took

all my control not to simply fuck the hell out of Daryl. In truth, I really wanted

to do new guy, but I hardly wanted to have to explain to his step-dad why he

was walking funny. My luck I'd tear him open. So this was the better scenario

for the moment.

                Bernie

had a good grip on the newbie's cock, and in return Sam had his lips solidly on

Bernie's.  Daryl was working away on Sam's

ass like the little perv he was. I would have intervened on the newbie's behalf,

but as he wasn't voicing any complaints at the moment who was I to throw off

the groove of such an intense little orgy?

                Daryl

was the first to cum, banging that dark little ass until Sam finally let out a

muffled cry. Of course, it could have been from his own orgasm, as Bernie was

quite good with his mouth. Either way I was still intent on getting my turn on

that ass. I was almost afraid something would interrupt us and I'd never get my

chance.

                Daryl

kept going, and I almost forgot that while he blew a wad in the new kid's

butthole, he was still getting off on having his own hole reamed by me. I

figured I'd let him have his fun for now. But I was keeping my eye on the

prize.

                He kept

going until I could feel my knot coming on. If the little shit thought he could

get me to knot up and then be stuck inside him he had another thing coming. I

wait until the last second and then tugged backwards, just avoiding tying up. I

think he was hoping I'd blow inside of him, but I wasn't about to be denied a

shot at the fresh meat.

                Wait;

did I just say that? Oops. The new guy, yeah...

                Daryl

felt the motion and tried to push back, but there wasn't any way my knot was

going to go in now without a lot of force. Under different circumstances I

might have considered it, but not today. He was just going to have to deal with

things the way they were.

                He

heard him sigh. After a few more minutes of humping on my cock he stopped and

pulled off. "You're a real spoil sport, you know that?"

                I didn't

bother gracing his complaint with an answer. He knew my reasons. I let him

break in the new guy, but then I was the only one really equipped for doing a

proper job. He pulled off of Sam, who was still being sucked off by Bernie. All

the better for him to have a distraction. My cock in his ass was going to be an

eye opener.

                I lined

up, going slow at first. I watched the bright red shaft slowly disappear into

that dark little hole. He was preoccupied with his own oral ministrations and I

hoped the surprise of having me inside him didn't cause him to accidently bite

down. I had a feeling Bernie wouldn't be into that at all.

                I kept

my pace slow, knowing full well that this wasn't my brother, who could handle

what I had now. This was a firm, only slightly stretched hole that engulfed my

cock like a flexible ring of living rubber. Given a choice, I wanted that hole

to stay just as tight as it was now. God, I had to keep from just ramming my

length into his warm wet, well-lubed hole. I didn't want to scare him off, for

we had him to ourselves for the next day or so.

                I

finally worked it all in right up to my knot. God how I wish it were in there

too, but I was no fool. What he might take from the inside wasn't the same

thing when it was forced from the outside. It took practice to be able to

handle something that sizable, or else I had to be a sadist to want to force it.

And while I was a little bit nasty when someone deserved it, I wasn't one feeling

it today.

                He was unconsciously

clenching up his butt, which was a mistake on his part, but one he was going to

suffer for, not me. His sphincter was presently open wider than it had ever

been forced open before; even assuming he had played around with a carrot or a cucumber

in the past.  It was one thing to use a

toy you controlled, and another altogether to have something under another person's

control active inside you. I was sure to go easy on him.

                It was

a good thing I had dumped a load or two earlier. I could very easily have blown

another inside Daryl, but I was really trying hard to keep it for this kid. But

with the snug fit, tight walls and the slipper heat of his insides, I doubted

my first time was going to last very long.

                His

white tipped tail, the only light spot on him, was tickling my chin as I pulled

back and thrust it home again. He rose off the floor of the tent just a little,

in part from me and in part from the tension of having his tailhole reamed properly.

 I was pressing my knot against his ass, stretching

him just a little more to make it easier for him to deal with the shaft.

                Bernie hadn't

moved, apparently content to stay there sucking him off again. I could feel his

paws playing with this kid's balls, and every once in a while his fingertips

found my knot and gave it a squeeze.

                It was

then that I felt Daryl come up behind me. Apparently the little horndog was

ready to go again, and who was I to stop him? I relaxed for a moment as he slid

in, and the he took my cue from earlier and let me do the work. It was pretty

wild getting it twice, and I hoped that Sam was having as much fun as I was.

                I

fucked him for a good ten minutes. I might have lasted longer, but he started

to cum again under the auspices of Bernie's mouth, and his rapid onset of

contractions threw me off. I grabbed his hips, and heedless of my brother, I

rammed it home in time to his wonderful rhythmic spasms. Daryl hung on to keep

from slipping out and altogether we came as one, eventually losing our cohesion

and falling in a heap.

 We were a sweaty mess, but oh what a wonderful

mess it was.

                Sam

passed out for a bit until Bernie had enough and shoved him off. He woke up startled,

but then remembered where he was and what had happened. He rolled up on his

elbows and gazed at us.

                "How

far away do you guys live?"