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NOTE: This is another story idea that came from the user SickSadWorld.

Bert and Ralph Raccoon were busy loading up the car for their weekend camping trip. The weather had been gorgeous the past few days, and from what they'd seen on the news, it looked like it was going to be even nicer. Ralph breathed in the crisp summer morning air as he put the last of his gear in the back.

"I tell you, Bert, this will be just like old times!"

"Yeah," said Bert, putting yet another twelve pack of peanut butter cola in the car. "You remember just how much fun we had back when we were kids? Oh, the canoeing, fishing, telling ghost stories, and roasting s'mores over an open campfire. I can't wait!"

Melissa, Ralph's wife walked out to wish them a safe trip. "Bye-bye, honey, I hope you boys have a good time!"

Ralph kissed his wife. "Thanks, sweetie. I know Bert and I will."

Bert looked over to their car. "I know Ralph and I will, but I don't know about Bentley. He's been in a mood ever since he got up."

Ralph sighed, looking at Bentley sitting in the car, pouting and listening to his iPod. "Yeah, my brother George and his wife Nichole need some private time. Lisa's visiting friends back in the city, so I told him we'd take Bentley with us. Hope I don't regret this."

Melissa dismissed his concerns. "He'll be fine, Ralph. Kids just need to get away from all that technology and get in touch with nature. You know, back into the wild. They'll see that they can have just as much fun on a camping trip as they can playing video games!"

"You're right, Melissa!" agreed Bert. "Just you watch, we'll win Bentley over!"

Ralph snorted. "I'm not going to hold my breath."

Melissa gave her husband one last kiss and hug before heading indoors.

"Do we have everything, Bert?"

Bert, ever the goofy one, saluted. "Aye-aye, captain. We got our provisions, food, gasoline, as well as First Mate Bert Raccoon . . .

Bentley opened the car door, glaring. "Can we hurry up and get this over with?"

Bert frowned as Ralph rolled his eyes. "Yep," said Ralph, "we have everything we need. Captain, first mate and one little miserable, asshole raccoon."

The ride to the lake was picturesque, with Bert and Ralph both commenting on the beauty of scenery. Despite the beauty that surrounded them, Bentley continued his childish pouting. On more than one occasion Ralph had to tell his nephew to turn down his iPod as it was distracting his driving and giving him a headache. By the fifth time, Ralph had enough.

"Bentley, take those headphones off your ears and turn that whatever it is off!"

"They're not headphones, they're Beats Pro, and this isn't a whatever, it's called an iPod." Bentley's voice was so dripping with contempt, that Ralph pulled the car over. Bentley saw the fiery wrath in his uncle's eyes as he spoke.

"One more snotty comment like that and I'm going to throw your Beats and iPod into the nearest lake. Now, turn it off, sit up and shut up!"

Bentley pulled the headphones off his ears, placing it and the iPod down gently, all the while his eyes still showing complete hatred for the situation he was in. Ralph reached back, snatching the objects away from his nephew.

"Here, Bert. You can hold onto these until Bentley shows some respect to his elders."

Ralph drove back onto the road. No one made a sound the rest of the way there.

Two hours later, Bert, Bentley and Ralph had reached their destination. Beaver Dam Lake, known by all in the area as an ideal location for fishing, camping or simply just a great spot for a little rest and relaxation. Ralph drove the car up to a run down cabin that sat no more than fifty yards away from the lake's shoreline. No one else was around for over a mile, so the three raccoons would have the area all to themselves.

"Here it is," said Ralph as he got out of the car and closed his door. "This was my grandpa's old fishing cabin, Bentley. He willed to your Dad and I, and one day it might be yours!"

"Ah," said Bert, cracking open yet another peanut butter cola. "Ralph and I spent so many summers up here, you wouldn't even believe it!"

After two hours of no electronic devices, and the threat of them being thrown away, was in a slightly better mood. He walked around the cabin, investigating its features.

"So," asked his uncle. "What do you think, Bentley?"

The young raccoon looked confused. "Where's the air conditioner on this place?"

"Doesn't have any," answered Ralph.

"What about Wi-Fi?" he inquired, his voice more desperate than before.

"No Wi-Fi, little buddy," said Bert.

"Does it even have electricity?"

Ralph shook his head. "Nope. No running water, either."

Livid, Bentley went into a rage. "Wonderful! No air conditioning, no Wi-Fi, no electricity, and even better, I'll probably have to wipe my ass with a bunch of tree leaves!"

"Bentley Raccoon, you watch your mouth!" yelled Ralph.

Bentley kicked at the ground, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Ralph was desperately close to grabbing his nephew and smacking him, but seeing the situation deteriorating, Bert swiftly intervened.

"Listen, Bentley. How about you help us unload the car and then you can have your iPod back, okay?"

Bentley thought it over for a minute. "Fine," he said, his voice still mildly contemptuous. "Whatever." The young raccoon grabbed a box of canned goods and headed into the cabin. Ralph was none too happy with Bert's leniancy.

"Thank a lot, Bert. I'm trying to teach the boy some discipline, and you just give in to his bad behavior."

Bert defended himself. "Look, Ralphie, what are we going to do? Do you really want the entire weekend to be nothing but you and Bentley trying to tear out each other's throats? This is suppose to be fun! You'll see we'll win him over!"

Ralph shook his head. "I wish I had your confidence, Bert."

The two adult raccoons picked up an armful of supplies and headed inside the cabin.

By late afternoon, the three raccoons were firmly settled into the old cabin. Bentley had been allowed to get his iPod and Beats back, much to his delight. Ralph was still skeptical that the young raccoon would grow to like the place. Like many his age, Ralph saw the current generation of children as spoiled, spending far too much time on their cell phones and computers, and not having enough appreciation for the simpler things in life. Bert was the other side of the coin, convinced that it would just take time and patience to get Bentley into the spirit of things.

Ralph was busy loading up the canoe they had brought to go fishing with as Bert tried in vain to get Bentley to come with them.

"You'll love it, Bentley! You might catch some world record breaking catfish. You never know!"

"Uh, yeah I do know, Bert," said Bentley as he held one of the earphones away from his ear to listen to Bert. "I'm not breaking any records, because I'm not going fishing."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, maybe because fishing is about as much fun as watching the grass grow."

Ralph, having heard enough of Bentley, chimed in. "If he doesn't want to go fishing, he doesn't have to go, Bert."

"Thanks, Uncle Ralph," said Bentley in a monotone voice.

"But if you're not going fishing, I'm locking up your electronics in the car, and I expect you to do some chores while we're gone."

"Like what?" asked Bentley as he handed over his stuff to Ralph.

"Like getting some wood together and making a fire in the stone ring outside so Bert and I can roast whatever we can when we come back."

Bentley shrugged. "Okay, I can do that," he said.

Ralph smiled. "Okay, and when we get back I'll let you have your things back, alright?"

"Deal"

Bert and Ralph headed out, with fishing poles and gear in paw, they shoved their canoe out to Beaver Dam Lake, ready to spend some time in the great outdoors. Ralph could finally breathe a sigh of relief, despite the sound of Bert cracking open another can of peanut butter cola. Putting a worm on his hook, Ralph cast his line far out into the lake.

"I'm glad I'm finally away from that little brat," confessed Ralph.

"Aw," said Bert, between guzzles of peanut butter cola. "You don't really mean that, do you, Ralph?"

"Like hell I don't," he said, reeling his line closer to the canoe. "Being around Bentley really makes me think twice about having kids."

"You'd be a great Dad, Ralph!"

Reeling in his line even closer, Ralph shook his head. "Not if with kids like that in the world. What's wrong with them these days? Things were better when we were young, Bert."

Bert put down his pole for a moment. "Look, Ralph, don't you think that if we had all those iPods, cell phones, and internet when we were his age we'd feel the same way?"

"No, I think society today is making kids to entitled to stuff, like they don't have to work for anything anymore, like they should just be given whatever they want."

Bert shook his head. "So you don't think our parents' thought we were spoiled?"

"Not like these kids today!" said Ralph. He reeled his line in all the way to attempt a re-cast.

"Really?" said Bert with a grin. "I seem to recall an old raccoon saying that he thought his grandson was spoiled and ungrateful for whining about not having electricity or running water in his cabin."

Ralph looked over at Bert. "Does that remind you of anyone, Ralphie boy?"

"You remembered me saying that to my grandpa, after all these years?"

"Yep! So, don't you think that this is something every generation deals with?"

Ralph felt a pull on his line. "I guess you're right, Bert. Hey, I've got a real fighter here! Need your help, Bert!"

Bert and Ralph spent a few hour on the lake, having caught a mixture of catfish, trout and pike. All they could talk of as they paddled home was how wonderful it would all be when they roasted it over an open fire.

"Do you see a fire, Bert?" asked Ralph, gazing out towards the shore.

"Nope, wonder whats wrong?"

Ralph and Bert brought the canoe ashore, seeing that there was in fact no fire in the stone ring, or even firewood for that matter. Ralph threw down his fishing gear and stormed into the cabin. What he saw was almost enough to make him blow his stack.

"Bentley Raccoon!" he yelled. Bentley, lying on his bed, jumped up, looking over at his uncle. Though Ralph had locked up Bentley's headphones and iPod--the latter he had even agreed to recharge in the car--tht hadn't stopped the young raccoon from using his ear buds and tablet that he had secretly stashed away in his duffel bag.

"You little brat! I can't believe you. Just when I thought that you weren't such a bad kid, you go behind my back and do something like this. You're incredible!"

Bentley shot back at his uncle. "Yeah, well, I never wanted to go on this stupid trip anyway! I wanted to stay home and play video games, but no, I have to go with my uncle and his friend to some shit-hole cabin!"

Ralph wanted to strangle the raccoon, but Bentley ran out the room. Bert was nearly knocked over as Bentley ran passed him to the outside.

"Hey, where you going, little buddy?"

Bentley paid no attention to Bert, running outside and away from the cabin. Bert went indoors to see Ralph holding Bentley's tablet and earbuds in his paws. "You see this, Bert? I try to be reasonable with that little punk, and he does a crappy thing like this! Well, I've had it!"

Throwing Bentley's stuff back on his bed, Ralph went out to the kitchen, gathering up all they had brought. Bert, still stunned by what had just transpired, asked him. "What, what are you doing, Ralph?"

"I'm not putting myself through this anymore, Bert. Let's just pack up and go home, okay?" Ralph kept babbling on about how irritating he thought Bentley was and how at this rate he'd be going in on Monday for a vasectomy. Bert didn't say a word, fearing that as mad as Ralph was, he might be the one to get hit instead of Bentley. It was just when things were at their worse, when an idea came to Bert.

"Ralph, wait a minute!"

"What?" snarled the raccoon.

"You remember what Melissa said right before we left?"

"No," said Ralph with a bitter tone.

Bert whispered to Ralph. "She talked about how kids just need to get back to nature, back to into the wild?"

Ralph threw his arms into the air in frustration. "Bert, what the hell are you talking about?"

Bert grabbed hold of Ralph and whispered into his ear. Bert saw the expression on his friend's face slowly change from outright hostile to a sly, devilish smirk. Ralph nodded his head in agreement.

"I can't believe I didn't think of that, earlier!"

"Just you wait, Bentley will never forget tonight!" said Bert.

"Um, where is Bentley anyway?"

"He ran off somewhere, but I'm sure he'll be back soon."

"He ran off!" said Ralph in a panic. "We have to find him! Oh god, what if he gets hurt? What if . . ."

"Keep your shirt on, Ralph. If I'm not mistaken, you ran off from here when you were around his age!"

Ralph scratched his head, contemplating, reminiscing. "I guess Bentley and I are a lot alike, aren't we?"

Bert nodded, and the two waited.

It was dark before Bentley got back to the cabin. Having run off in anger, he had returned to see some candles lit in the living room, his uncle and Bert sitting down on an old sofa.

"Bert, Uncle Ralph," he said trying not to cry, "I'm sorry about the way I've been acting today. You two have been so nice to me, and I've been such a . . ." he paused, not wanting to say it, "a prick, I've been a prick!"

Ralph walked over and embraced his nephew. "That's alright, kiddo. I should realize that you kids are have different stuff you're into than when Bert and I were your age."

"It's okay, little buddy. Ralph and I were talking about some things we did when we were your age; some stuff that never gets old."

Bentley was puzzled. "What kind of stuff?"

Ralph went over and gave Bert a kiss, the two embraced and rubbed all over each other as Bentley stood flabbergasted at what he was witnessing. Ralph looked over at his nephew. "Dont' worry, Bentley, this is a cabin where males come to bond," Ralph put an emphasis on the word "bond" and Bentley immediately recognized the implications.

"You know what we're talking about, little buddy?" asked Bert as he got undressed.

Ralph grinned at his nephew. "You want to join us, Bentley?"

Bentley quietly nodded. Shedding his clothes he got in between Bert and Ralph, both of them naked as well, their cocks fully erect and sticking out. Bentley grabbed hold of each of their members, and looked up at them.

"So, I guess I'm not the only one in the family who likes boys as well as girls?"

Bert and Ralph both laughed hysterically. "Bentley," said Ralph, "you're not the only one by any stretch of the imagination!"

Satisfied, the young raccoon went to town with the older males, taking turns sucking on their cocks while jerking off the other. Bert moaned as the little raccoon sucked him off.

"Wow, he's even better than you were at his age, Ralph!"

"No way!" disagreed Ralph.

Bentley stopped his efforts for a moment. "I can prove I'm better. Here both of the stand like this!" Bentley had them move in close to each other, almost forming a "V" shape, and the young raccoon proved just how talented he was by being able to take both their cocks into his mouth at once. Ralph had to admit, Bentley was further along at that age than he ever was. Bentley was so gifted, he was able to not only fit both cocks in, but actually do a good job of sucking them off, but Bert had other plans in mind.

"Hey, little buddy, you know how we were going to roast some fish?"

Bentley took the two dicks out of his mouth. "Yeah?" he said looking up.

"Well, how about we spit roast you instead?"

Ever the mischievous one, Bentley complied, getting on all fours as Bert line up behind him and proceeded to pound the young raccoon's ass into submission as Ralph got the full attention of Bentley's mouth. All Bentley could think of was how much fun it was to really be himself.

The three raccoons fell asleep on the cabin floor, all of them covered in the others' spunk from the previous night. With no one around, they simply walked out outside, completely naked and hopped into the lake, scrubbing themselves off.

"Hey, Bentley," yelled Ralph. "I forgot to tell you that you could have your stuff back!"

Bentley, floating on his back as his stiff cock pointed towards the sky hollered back. "That's okay, Uncle Ralph. I think I'm really starting to enjoy all that nature has to offer!"

Ralph looked at a grinning Bert. "Was I right, or was I right, Ralphie boy?"

Ralph splashed his friend playfully. "Yep, eventually kids do come around!"