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Cameron hadn't been looking forward to having to spend his entire summer vacation at his grandparents's sprawling estate in the small, swampy country of L'Acadiane, far to the South-East of California. Bayou Marais sounded like the adolescent Springer spaniel boy's idea of heck, at least as far as places to spend two precious months of no school. His parents had described it as 'quaint', but when Cameron had looked up the town in his school library's computer lab his first thought had been that it must have been abandoned for years, an unpaved main street had been cut out of the swamp and was lined with a few leaning and crooked tin shacks that were allegedly businesses, beyond that were a few more residential shacks, and beyond that... nothing. And his grandparents didn't even live in town, their ancestral manse was located way out in the creepy swamp that seemed to spread out forever in all directions in the pictures he'd found. But his parents would not be swayed, he'd have a great time, they insisted, and at the very least maybe he'd find out just how good he had it at home.
One day, bored and miserable in the dank heat, Cameron's bon-papa gave him directions to an old swimming hole, with just a half-joking warning to watch out for snapping turtles.
On arriving, Cameron had accidentally stumbled onto a pair of golden retriever boys about his own age, one in a straw hat and shorts who greeted him enthusiastically in rapid fire Acadiane and a smaller boy who looked embarrassed and was only wearing a T-shirt with his lower half bare and his small, pale penis and lightly fuzzed sack on full display. Cameron had quickly looked away, although not before having time to realize that the boy's equipment had looked different. Turning back to the other boy, Cameron had realized that he had a tent standing up in the damp, thin fabric of his blue shorts, what the heck was going on here?!
Luckily, despite Cameron's complete lack of fluency in Acadiane, the two boys spoke Californio... sort of, it was accented enough that Cameron only understood one word in three, but they managed to communicate well enough.
Cameron had brought his swim trunks, but when the two boys had laughed at the idea of his 'fancy bathing costume' he had decided to go into the water in just his briefs. That had been when Jean-Philipe, the smaller of the two brothers, who was still bottomless, had dared him to go in in just his fur!
After that, things sort of got out of hand, Cameron had just wanted to compare Jean-Philipe's weiner with his own, the golden retriever boy's penis had a soft, velvety hood of skin over the tip as compared to his own purple-pink helmet.
That was when Étienne, the older of the two, although embarrassed and covering his boner with his hat, had dared his brother and the new kid to try touching each other!
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(I ended up writing a full blown story for this that I'm just gonna post later so you only get an abbreviated first part in this one ^^)