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He didn't think he could fall asleep again with the bed so crowded, so he carefully disentangled himself from those sleeping bodies, put his glasses on his nose, then tiptoed out the room and down the stairs.\n\nThe fox heard noises in the kitchen, so he peeked in. There stood Mr. King, stirring a bowl containing some sort of batter, an apron on his front. The cheetah looked up at the sound of Will's footpads on the tile floor. “Morning, Will. How are you feeling?” The man smiled at Will.\n\n“I'm feeling okay. Awake,” said Will. He could see, even with Mr. King partially turned, that while the apron hid the man's front, his spotty butt was bare. That a little funny, covering up the front while leaving the backside bare. Even having that rump showing was a departure from Will's first evening in the cottage. His friend's dad had worn shorts yesterday, a nod to Will's own nervousness with his friends' nudist habits. But then Will had joined in, and then there was what had happened in bed...\n\nThat brought his own nudity to the front of his mind, forgotten entirely in those first few, sleepy moments of the day. For a moment, Will felt a flash of the same panic he felt from the night before, partly from the fear of getting a boner with no towel in hand to hide it, but he took a deep breath and relaxed. There was something more important on his mind. “I want to stay the whole weekend. You won't make me go home, will you?”\n\nLeon's father smiled at Will. “Of course not. The offer to bring you home was only if you wanted to go. Glad to have you. Want to help with breakfast?”\n\nWill smiled. “Sure. What can I do?”\n\n“Apron first,” said Mr. King, waving a paw at the hook by the kitchen entrance. Several aprons hung there, some cub-sized. “First rule of cooking naked: you still need to protect the sensitive parts. Especially when we're frying.” He gestured at his own front, well-hidden by the apron. “See? Safe.”\n\nWill could figure out easy enough what Mr. King meant. He winced at the thought of oil splatters there, tied on an apron quickly, then padded closer to Mr. King. “What are we frying?”\n\n“Bacon, mostly, but I'll handle that. You're on pancake duty—you'll keep me from having to manage both at once.” Mr. King handed Will a ladle and a spatula.\n\n“I've never done this before.”\n\n“It's easy.” Mr. King helped Will at first, showing him how to flip when the wet side showed bubbles. Soon, he turned to the bacon full-time and let Will cook stacks of pancakes. \n\nEventually, the smells of cooking filled the cottage, which brought Tony and Leon downstairs. “Breakfast ready, Dad?” asked Leon as he tried to stifle a yawn. \n\nMr. King used tongs to guide the last slice of bacon onto a plate. “Just in time. Be sure to thank Will. He helped out this morning.” He turned off the stove burners. “Okay, it's safe to lose the apron, Will.”\n\nWill hung it back on the hook. He glanced down at himself, then realized that once he'd started cooking, he hadn't given any thought to his butt hanging out the back of the apron. Now that he and Mr. King were done, though, he got his first glimpse at the cheetah while entirely nude. Mr. King's dick was just like Leon's penis, only bigger. Will drew his gaze away from that ebony dick, ears hot, head full of thoughts of last night, of touching Leon, of tasting his friend's cum.\n\nTo his relief, conversation at breakfast was light, eating interrupted only by requests to pass syrup for pancakes or milk to drink. It left Will time to sort through his thoughts, the erection inspired by those thoughts thankfully hidden beneath the table, unnoticed by the others and soon gone. At the end of the meal, Will became aware of a noise from outside, growing louder by the moment.\n\nLeon's ears swiveled towards the window slightly. “Mr. Goldstein, you think?”\n\nMr. King leaned back so he could look outside the window. “Looks like it.” He stood up and set his empty plate in the sink. “I needed to say hello to him, anyways.” He left the kitchen and went outside. After a moment, the loud noises stopped, replaced by tones of friendly conversation.\n\n“Mr. Goldstein owns the land. Well, the camper park and most of the cottages, anyways,” explained Leon after he swallowed the last of the bacon. “You'll see all those when we show you around today.”\n\n“Let's see if Ben came up with him,” said Tony, before he scampered outside as well. Leon followed close on the ferret's heels, leaving Will alone in the kitchen. \n\nWill padded to the kitchen window and looked outside. Mr. King stood a short ways off, talking to an older bear sitting on a four wheeler, towing some bags of mulch on a trailer attached to the vehicle. The bear wore only a pair of sneakers stained green with grass clippings. Will couldn't help but look at the bear's crotch, at the soft, thick penis resting on a pair of heavy balls. He didn't have a sheath like Will or Tony, or even a foreskin like Leon and his dad, but was circumcised, plump glans on display. \n\nAnd then, while Will was memorizing the details of the bear's lap, Mr. Goldstein waved.\n\nWill ducked around the side of the window frame to hide himself. Did he realize where he was staring? He wasn't mad, was he? But he wouldn't wave if he was mad, right? Will peeked back around the frame, and waved back. \n\n“He just got here last night,” Will heard Mr. King say. “He's still a little shy.”\n\nWill could feel his face burning with embarrassment. He didn't like being thought of as shy. Worse, it was true. He [i]was[/i] shy. It took four months at his new school without friends—in April, when he and Leon and Tony had begun to spend time together. And here...well, he wanted to be just as easygoing as his friends while naked. But he didn't go outside with everyone else. He didn't feel ready to let a complete stranger see him naked.\n\nSo instead he did the dishes. If he couldn't be brave, he could at least be helpful.\n\nBy the time Mr. Goldstein's four wheeler had started up again, Will had finished the dishes and stacked them to drain. The screen door rattled open and closed, and the thud of bare feet on the hall floor preceded Leon's arrival in the kitchen. “Here's where you're hiding! You coming outside?”\n\n“I wasn't [i]hiding[/i],” insisted Will. “I was doing the dishes. You know, being helpful?”\n\nLeon laughed. “Yeah, great. 'Specially since Dad was going to make me and Tony do them. Anyways, come on out! We'll show you around.”\n\n“Yeah, but—“ \n\nBut down the hall padded Leon's feet, and the screen door rattled open and closed again. “Dad,” Will heard Leon shouting, “The dishes are done! Can we give Will the tour?”\n\nWill checked out the window, decided that it was safe—no strangers around—and went outside to find his friends.\n\n“But dad, can't we just go down to the beach and back? Then we'll help with the chores, promise,” Leon was saying as Will padded across the grass.\n\n“The beach?” asked Will. “Are there gonna be other people there?”\n\n“Great, he's gonna be skittish about that, too,” mumbled Tony.\n\nWill's ears folded back, and though he meant to find something to defend himself—he was outside, wasn't he?—he felt too embarrassed after Tony's assessment of him. The ferret seemed less patient than the Kings when it came to Will's nervousness.\n\nMr. King eyed Will thoughtfully. “Tell you what. If you put the boats out at the end of the dock, you can take Will out on the lake in one. Maybe...one lap. You get to give Will the tour, and then you can come back and help me get the place properly open for the season.”\n\nLeon and Tony glanced at each other, then Will. “Yeah, Dad. Sure,” said Leon. He seemed at least okay with a partial win. \n\nMoments later, Mr. King had the shed unlocked and was hauling a blue plastic pedal boat out of the shed. “Okay, here you...go. Um.”\n\nThe boys looked at the boat. Dust was caked on it after sitting in the shed all winter. There were cobwebs between the seats, and Will thought he saw a spider skitter away from the light. He shied away from the boat, just thinking about it. He hated spiders. To his relief, Tony looked about as leery.\n\nLeon looked at his friends, then back at the boat. “We'll, um...ride after we clean the boats.” \n\nMr. King looked over his shoulder as he wrestled a rowboat out of the shed as well. “Both boats, while you're at it?” he suggested. “Looks like it's time for chores, after all. I'll get the hose.” He went back into the shed, humming, heedless of the three boys' lack of cheer.\n\nBy lunchtime, the boats were clean and tied off at the end of the Kings' short dock. Will wasn't sure how anything that was used mostly in the water could get so dirty. The boys stood on the dock, admiring their handiwork. \n\n“Hey, Will. How about a quick swim?” asked Tony, all too casual to be up to any good. The ferret gave Will just enough of a shove to make the fox stumble and lose his balance. Will's arms windmilled as he shouted and fell into the water. \n\nHe came up, spluttering. “Hey! No fair!” It was still early enough in the year for the water to be a little chilly.\n\n“No, but this is,” said Leon, as he pushed Tony in after the fox. Not one to be left out, apparently, he jumped in last, with a cannonball that splashed both fox and ferret as Tony resurfaced. When Leon came up, he was laughing. “Brr, it's cold! Why didn't you tell me?”\n\nWill laughed and splashed the cheetah, then swam up to the dock's edge to stow his glasses safely. “I was too busy trying to get some air—hey!” He ducked back underwater as he was splashed back. \n\nThe three boys roughhoused in the lake until hunger coaxed them out. With water as a cover, the play included more games of grab-ass and more groping than Will had ever felt swimming in a public pool (zero cases of either at the pool, if he was being honest about things). He wasn't sure if it was because they were naked or because of the friends he was with. Either way, it added a little extra fun when swimming.\n\nMr. King made no mention of the three towels draped over three little laps when the boys sat down for lunch.\n\nAfter lunch, the boys packed a small cooler with a few cans of soda and loaded themselves into the pedal boat. “Will, you want to pedal or just sit back and enjoy the tour?” asked Leon, as he manned the pedals on one side of the boat. \n\n“Pedal. I don't want to make you do all the work,” said the fox. He sat beside Leon in the front of the boat, while Tony took up one of the rear-facing seats.\n\n“Just let me switch with someone halfway,” said Tony. “I'll get bored otherwise.” He sounded less than enthused about Will's boat tour. He untied the boat and pushed it away from the dock, and then they were off.\n\nAt first, the boys were quiet while Will and Leon got used to coordinating themselves on the pedals used to propel the boat forward. Eventually, Will got the hang of it. He was having fun, and it felt great to have the sun on all of his fur. Leon steered the boat further out into the lake, then smiled at Will. “You work the wheel. Just keep us headed in this direction,” he said, pointing.\n\n“All right. So, um. How much of this is, uh—“\n\n“Nudie city?” asked Tony. “Ow! Leon, quit it.”\n\n“That was just a poke. Don't be a baby. Anyways, all the houses you see on this part of the lake are part of it. Used to be a farm, but Mr. Goldstein bought the land up.”\n\n“Oh. Cool. What about over there?” asked Will, as he gestured towards a little area where instead of houses, there were mobile homes set up. \n\n“That's also his. Some of them come up every summer, but there's also spots for people to rent and park an RV for short vacations. Dad says the rentals are how Mr. Goldstein makes most of his money now.”\n\n“When he was here earlier, he said that he's almost done making some hiking trails.” The ferret poked a hand past Will's shoulder, towards the woods on the other side of the lake. “Those are his, too. That's where the trails will be.”\n\n“Turn here, Will,” said Leon. “We don't go out onto the main lake. Just to here.” \n\nThe boat turned at the entrance to a little channel, with a glimpse at the main body of the lake just visible at the other end. “Right,” said Will. “That's really cool, though. It's like a little mini-lake attached to the big one.”\n\n“Yup! Private, and no one really bothers us. Every once in a while a mailman or something will complain about doing deliveries here, but that's it.” The cheetah stopped paddling. “Let it drift, and we'll have something to drink.”\n\nTony hauled out the cooler, and tops were popped. \n\n“Hey, there's a beach,” said Will, pointing to a sandy stretch between the cottages and the trailers. \n\n“Yeah. We swim there all the time,” said Tony.\n\nWill could see a family of wolves sunning themselves on the beach, settled in while they were digging drinks out. While they were far enough away for details to be less distinct, it was easy to see the wolf woman's breasts as she waved. Will looked away, ears back.\n\n“Relax,” said Tony. “Wave back. No one around here's going to bite.”\n\n“[i]You[/i] did, that one time,” said Leon.\n\n“Oh, yeah.” \n\nWill laughed. Even if it was tinged with nervousness, having his friends near put him more at ease. That the boat hid his lap from anyone at the beach helped. He gathered his courage and waved back.\n\n“That's better,” said Leon. “You'll get used to it. It's my favorite place here. I mean, we can go naked at home, but I have to put shorts on before I go outside or answer the door.”\n\n“Or if you have a friend over that doesn't know we go naked all the time,” said Tony.\n\nWill's ears folded back at the not-so-subtle tone of the ferret's. “Um. Like when I come over to do homework?” he asked, voice tiny.\n\n“Every single time,” said Tony.\n\n“But we don't mind, do we?” asked Leon, as he glared over at the ferret. “We didn't want to drop it on you before we got do know you better.”\n\n“Right,” said Will. Of course, his friends had shocked him with it, anyways. But he decided that he'd have been more surprised if they had told him right when he met them. “Well, now you don't have to hide—“\n\n“Unless you decide you can't be seen here unless you're ducking behind something.” Tony's comment dropped an awkward silence on the boat. “Anyways, let's go back,” said the ferret, sending the pedal boat shaking as he pushed to his feet. “Only one lap around the lake, remember? I'll switch with you, Will.”\n\nLeon frowned. “Yeah, but that was because Dad wanted us to help around the house. We helped all morning. We could do another lap, maybe head back past Mr. Goldstein's house—”\n\n“One's enough,” Tony said.\n\n“It's okay. We can always go later if we want, right?” Will said. The fox moved out of the way, climbing clumsily into the back to make room for Tony. It was a quiet trip back to the cottage, the fun sullied by Tony's hostility. Will felt like he was keeping the ferret from having fun, had been doing so, even unknowingly, for weeks.\n\nAt the dock, Tony was first out, before the boat was even tied up. “I'm gonna go for a walk, see who else is out by the trailers.” He went off before either of the other boys could say anything.\n\nLeon helped Will to tie up the boat. “Sorry, Tony's a little...well, he's Tony. I better go talk to him.” He started after the ferret. \n\nWill wasn't sure he wanted to follow, especially since that meant the risk of running into more naked people. He suspected that that was why Tony went that way in the first place.\n\nOf course, not following meant that Will had nothing to do, so he trudged back to the cottage.\n\nMr. King was in the den, putting a few knickknacks up on a shelf, ears perking when he heard the door. “Could one of you boys hand me that bookend? This just won't stay...oh.” When he turned to indicate where the thing was, he saw that only Will stood there.\n\n“I got it, Mr. King,” Will said. He handed the bookend over, and Mr. King got things situated while Will tried not to stare at the adult's body. He was already feeling too uncomfortable to add to it.\n\nMr. King dusted off his paws, then studied Will afterwards. “What's with the ears, Will?” He reached out and tried to nudge one of the fox's ears back upright. “Everything okay with the boys?”\n\n“Oh, uh. Nothing's wrong.” He paused. He felt exposed more than in the physical sense right at the moment, like it were obvious that he wasn't telling the truth. “Is Tony mad because I came up here with you guys?”\n\nMr. King dropped down onto one knee so Will was eye-to-eye with him. “What? No, of course not. Tony's just...well, Tony.”\n\n“That's what Leon said.”\n\nThe cheetah laughed. “Well, he'd know even better than me.” The mirth died down, and the cheetah squeezed Will's shoulder. “I can tell you that Tony sounded just as excited as Leon to show you the place.”\n\n“Sure doesn't act like it,” Will mumbled.\n\n“He probably didn't think about how you needed to take things at your own pace. He's come up here with us for years now. But you know, except for Leon, you're the only other person I've seen Tony make such close friends with at school.”\n\nThe fox smiled slightly. “Really?”\n\n“Really. Did you want me to talk to him for you, Will?” \n\nThe front door opened up, interrupting the pair. “Will, are you in—oh, there you are,” said Leon. \n\nTony trailed behind him, moving slower, little tail lashing and little ears down. “We wanted to know if we could take the boat out for a little longer,” he said, looking anywhere but at Will and Mr. King.\n\nThe fox looked at his friends, then up at the adult, bushy tail starting to wag. Mr. King smiled, then pressed a paw on the Will's back, nudging him toward the other two boys. “Get going. Another lap or two, no more. After that, stay where I can see you.”\n\nWill moved back towards his buddies. “Um. Maybe Tony and I could do the paddling this time?” he suggested.\n\nTony's ears lifted up. “Really?” The ferret managed a smile. “Okay. Race you to the dock.” He pushed past Leon and Will, and was halfway to the pedal boat before Will even thought to move. “Um. I guess I'll try to handle it, Mr. King!” he yipped, before he dashed his friends.\n\nThat night, the boys hauled out some of the old video games Leon kept up at the cottage, and busied themselves with that for a while. Eventually, Will started to yawn, tired from a day of swimming and boating. He could feel himself nodding off. “Better go to bed,” he mumbled, pushing to his feet and padding upstairs.\n\nNo sooner had Will climbed into the bed than Tony padded into the room. “Move over. We need to leave room for Leon when he comes up,” the ferret said, pressing his palms against Will's side and nudging until the fox scooted over towards the wall. \n\nWill rolled over onto his side, then squirmed as Tony pressed flush against his back, sheath against the fox's rump. He wondered if there'd be a repeat of last night, maybe with Tony sharing in the fun. \n\nAs he tried to work up the nerve to ask, the ferret's fingers slide down and found his sheath. That answered his question. “Leon said you did stuff last night,” Tony whispered. \n\n“Yeah.” The memory of it, along with Tony's gently fondling fingers, quickly had him sliding out of his sheath and into his friend's grip. \n\n“Did you wanna do it with me?” \n\nFor a moment, Will thought he heard a hint of something else in Tony's voice. Not the usual front he showed, or the irritation the ferret had seemed to feel towards him all weekend. No, this was different, maybe a little shy, a little nervous. More like Will felt. The fox smiled in the dark room. “Yeah, please.” \n\nHe reached back, trying to feel around for Tony, but found his paw gently batted aside. “Don't worry about me. I'll take care of it later. I just...I want you to feel good.” He paused, then mumbled, “Sorry.”\n\nWill's ears tucked back briefly, but Tony's paw returned to his cock and started stroking. “Um. Okay.” Even at a time like this, he couldn't quite understand the way Tony felt, not entirely.\n\nTony's touch was different from Leon's. The ferret squeezed a little more, but didn't rub quite as fast as Leon did. And despite the ferret's insistence that he be left to concentrate on Will, the fox could feel his friend slipping out of his sheath, warm and firm. \n\nWell, Tony had kept his paw away, but, that didn't stop Will from pushing against his friend's lap, using his rear to feel out the shape of that dick hotdogging between his rumpcheeks. Will started to pant and squirm, forward into Tony's touch, then backwards towards the ferret's crotch. Tony squirmed, started to pant, but he wouldn't let go of his own prize, stroking the fox faster the more Will moved.\n\nEventually, the ferret whimpered, lips close to Will's ear. “Will, cut that out. That's gonna make me...nnf!”\n\nWill could feel Tony twitching against his backside, and then he realized he could feel a wet warmth seeping into his fur. Tony came! Tony came on his butt! And then that thought had him spurting his own gooey release onto Tony's fingers.\n\n“Ah, geez. We're a mess,” whimpered the ferret, slipping his paw away from Will's cock. \n\nAs Will was deciding whether or not there'd be licking for cleanup again, the ferret rolled over. “I gotta wash this off,” Tony said. His friend got out of bed, then reached over. His dry paw scrubbed briefly beneath Will's tail, cleaning off the worst of the mess and getting a brief yip from the fox when fingers brushed the little hole back there. “Man, it's everywhere,” Tony murmured as he padded out of the room, leaving Will alone in the quiet. It was an abrupt end to the fun, no snuggling afterwards like with Leon last night.\n\nWill's breathing slowly turned to normal. He hoped Tony wasn't annoyed with him for the mess. But the ferret had started it, so surely he couldn't be. He wanted to talk to his friend, maybe try to get some reassurance that things were okay between them. But before Tony was even back from washing his hands, the day of cleaning and swimming and sex caught up to the fox and he was soon fast asleep.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Will woke early Saturday morning, muzzy from sleepiness and the disorientation that comes with waking up someplace unfamiliar. He was sandwiched in between Leon and Tony; the ferret must have returned after he'd fallen asleep. He didn't think he could fall asleep again with the bed so crowded, so he carefully disentangled himself from those sleeping bodies, put his glasses on his nose, then tiptoed out the room and down the stairs.

The fox heard noises in the kitchen, so he peeked in. There stood Mr. King, stirring a bowl containing some sort of batter, an apron on his front. The cheetah looked up at the sound of Will's footpads on the tile floor. “Morning, Will. How are you feeling?” The man smiled at Will.

“I'm feeling okay. Awake,” said Will. He could see, even with Mr. King partially turned, that while the apron hid the man's front, his spotty butt was bare. That a little funny, covering up the front while leaving the backside bare. Even having that rump showing was a departure from Will's first evening in the cottage. His friend's dad had worn shorts yesterday, a nod to Will's own nervousness with his friends' nudist habits. But then Will had joined in, and then there was what had happened in bed...

That brought his own nudity to the front of his mind, forgotten entirely in those first few, sleepy moments of the day. For a moment, Will felt a flash of the same panic he felt from the night before, partly from the fear of getting a boner with no towel in hand to hide it,  but he took a deep breath and relaxed. There was something more important on his mind. “I want to stay the whole weekend. You won't make me go home, will you?”

Leon's father smiled at Will. “Of course not. The offer to bring you home was only if you wanted to go. Glad to have you. Want to help with breakfast?”

Will smiled. “Sure. What can I do?”

“Apron first,” said Mr. King, waving a paw at the hook by the kitchen entrance. Several aprons hung there, some cub-sized. “First rule of cooking naked: you still need to protect the sensitive parts. Especially when we're frying.” He gestured at his own front, well-hidden by the apron. “See? Safe.”

Will could figure out easy enough what Mr. King meant. He winced at the thought of oil splatters there, tied on an apron quickly, then padded closer to Mr. King. “What are we frying?”

“Bacon, mostly, but I'll handle that. You're on pancake duty—you'll  keep me from having to manage both at once.” Mr. King handed Will a ladle and a spatula.

“I've never done this before.”

“It's easy.” Mr. King helped Will at first, showing him how to flip when the wet side showed bubbles. Soon, he turned to the bacon full-time and let Will cook stacks of pancakes.

Eventually, the smells of cooking filled the cottage, which brought Tony and Leon downstairs. “Breakfast ready, Dad?” asked Leon as he tried to stifle a yawn.

Mr. King used tongs to guide the last slice of bacon onto a plate. “Just in time. Be sure to thank Will. He helped out this morning.” He turned off the stove burners. “Okay, it's safe to lose the apron, Will.”

Will hung it back on the hook. He glanced down at himself, then realized that once he'd started cooking, he hadn't given any thought to his butt hanging out the back of the apron. Now that he and Mr. King were done, though, he got his first glimpse at the cheetah while entirely nude. Mr. King's dick was just like Leon's penis, only bigger. Will drew his gaze away from that ebony dick, ears hot, head full of thoughts of last night, of touching Leon, of tasting his friend's cum.

To his relief, conversation at breakfast was light, eating interrupted only by requests to pass syrup for pancakes or milk to drink. It left Will time to sort through his thoughts, the erection inspired by those thoughts thankfully hidden beneath the table, unnoticed by the others and soon gone. At the end of the meal, Will became aware of a noise from outside, growing louder by the moment.

Leon's ears swiveled towards the window slightly. “Mr. Goldstein, you think?”

Mr. King leaned back so he could look outside the window. “Looks like it.” He stood up and set his empty plate in the sink. “I needed to say hello to him, anyways.” He left the kitchen and went outside. After a moment, the loud noises stopped, replaced by tones of friendly conversation.

“Mr. Goldstein owns the land. Well, the camper park and most of the cottages, anyways,” explained Leon after he swallowed the last of the bacon. “You'll see all those when we show you around today.”

“Let's see if Ben came up with him,” said Tony, before he scampered outside as well. Leon followed close on the ferret's heels, leaving Will alone in the kitchen.

Will padded to the kitchen window and looked outside. Mr. King stood a short ways off, talking to an older bear sitting on a four wheeler, towing some bags of mulch on a trailer attached to the vehicle. The bear wore only a pair of sneakers stained green with grass clippings. Will couldn't help but look at the bear's crotch, at the soft, thick penis resting on a pair of heavy balls. He didn't have a sheath like Will or Tony, or even a foreskin like Leon and his dad, but was circumcised, plump glans on display.

And then, while Will was memorizing the details of the bear's lap, Mr. Goldstein waved.

Will ducked around the side of the window frame to hide himself. Did he realize where he was staring? He wasn't mad, was he? But he wouldn't wave if he was mad, right? Will peeked back around the frame, and waved back.

“He just got here last night,” Will heard Mr. King say. “He's still a little shy.”

Will could feel his face burning with embarrassment. He didn't like being thought of as shy. Worse, it was true. He was shy. It took four months at his new school without friends—in April, when he and Leon and Tony had begun to spend time together. And here...well, he wanted to be just as easygoing as his friends while naked. But he didn't go outside with everyone else. He didn't feel ready to let a complete stranger see him naked.

So instead he did the dishes. If he couldn't be brave, he could at least be helpful.

By the time Mr. Goldstein's four wheeler had started up again, Will had finished the dishes and stacked them to drain. The screen door rattled open and closed, and the thud of bare feet on the hall floor preceded Leon's arrival in the kitchen. “Here's where you're hiding! You coming outside?”

“I wasn't hiding,” insisted Will. “I was doing the dishes. You know, being helpful?”

Leon laughed. “Yeah, great. 'Specially since Dad was going to make me and Tony do them. Anyways, come on out! We'll show you around.”

“Yeah, but—“

But down the hall padded Leon's feet, and the screen door rattled open and closed again. “Dad,” Will heard Leon shouting, “The dishes are done! Can we give Will the tour?”

Will checked out the window, decided that it was safe—no strangers around—and went outside to find his friends.

“But dad, can't we just go down to the beach and back? Then we'll help with the chores, promise,” Leon was saying as Will padded across the grass.

“The beach?” asked Will. “Are there gonna be other people there?”

“Great, he's gonna be skittish about that, too,” mumbled Tony.

Will's ears folded back, and though he meant to find something to defend himself—he was outside, wasn't he?—he felt too embarrassed after Tony's assessment of him. The ferret seemed less patient than the Kings when it came to Will's nervousness.

Mr. King eyed Will thoughtfully. “Tell you what. If you put the boats out at the end of the dock, you can take Will out on the lake in one. Maybe...one lap. You get to give Will the tour, and then you can come back and help me get the place properly open for the season.”

Leon and Tony glanced at each other, then Will. “Yeah, Dad. Sure,” said Leon. He seemed at least okay with a partial win.

Moments later, Mr. King had the shed unlocked and was hauling a blue plastic pedal boat out of the shed. “Okay, here you...go. Um.”

The boys looked at the boat. Dust was caked on it after sitting in the shed all winter. There were cobwebs between the seats, and Will thought he saw a spider skitter away from the light. He shied away from the boat, just thinking about it. He hated spiders. To his relief, Tony looked about as leery.

Leon looked at his friends, then back at the boat. “We'll, um...ride after we clean the boats.”

Mr. King looked over his shoulder as he wrestled a rowboat out of the shed as well. “Both boats, while you're at it?” he suggested. “Looks like it's time for chores, after all. I'll get the hose.” He went back into the shed, humming, heedless of the three boys' lack of cheer.

By lunchtime, the boats were clean and tied off at the end of the Kings' short dock. Will wasn't sure how anything that was used mostly in the water could get so dirty. The boys stood on the dock, admiring their handiwork.

“Hey, Will. How about a quick swim?” asked Tony, all too casual to be up to any good. The ferret gave Will just enough of a shove to make the fox stumble and lose his balance. Will's arms windmilled as he shouted and fell into the water.

He came up, spluttering. “Hey! No fair!” It was still early enough in the year for the water to be a little chilly.

“No, but this is,” said Leon, as he pushed Tony in after the fox. Not one to be left out, apparently, he jumped in last, with a cannonball that splashed both fox and ferret as Tony resurfaced. When Leon came up, he was laughing. “Brr, it's cold! Why didn't you tell me?”

Will laughed and splashed the cheetah, then swam up to the dock's edge to stow his glasses safely. “I was too busy trying to get some air—hey!” He ducked back underwater as he was splashed back.

The three boys roughhoused in the lake until hunger coaxed them out. With water as a cover, the play included more games of grab-ass and more groping than Will had ever felt swimming in a public pool (zero cases of either at the pool, if he was being honest about things). He wasn't sure if it was because they were naked or because of the friends he was with. Either way, it added a little extra fun when swimming.

Mr. King made no mention of the three towels draped over three little laps when the boys sat down for lunch.

After lunch, the boys packed a small cooler with a few cans of soda and loaded themselves into the pedal boat. “Will, you want to pedal or just sit back and enjoy the tour?” asked Leon, as he manned the pedals on one side of the boat.

“Pedal. I don't want to make you do all the work,” said the fox. He sat beside Leon in the front of the boat, while Tony took up one of the rear-facing seats.

“Just let me switch with someone halfway,” said Tony. “I'll get bored otherwise.” He sounded less than enthused about Will's boat tour. He untied the boat and pushed it away from the dock, and then they were off.

At first, the boys were quiet while Will and Leon got used to coordinating themselves on the pedals used to propel the boat forward. Eventually, Will got the hang of it. He was having fun, and it felt great to have the sun on all of his fur. Leon steered the boat further out into the lake, then smiled at Will. “You work the wheel. Just keep us headed in this direction,” he said, pointing.

“All right. So, um. How much of this is, uh—“

“Nudie city?” asked Tony. “Ow! Leon, quit it.”

“That was just a poke. Don't be a baby. Anyways, all the houses you see on this part of the lake are part of it. Used to be a farm, but Mr. Goldstein bought the land up.”

“Oh. Cool. What about over there?” asked Will, as he gestured towards a little area where instead of houses, there were mobile homes set up.

“That's also his. Some of them come up every summer, but there's also spots for people to rent and park an RV for short vacations. Dad says the rentals are how Mr. Goldstein makes most of his money now.”

“When he was here earlier, he said that he's almost done making some hiking trails.” The ferret poked a hand past Will's shoulder, towards the woods on the other side of the lake. “Those are his, too. That's where the trails will be.”

“Turn here, Will,” said Leon. “We don't go out onto the main lake. Just to here.”

The boat turned at the entrance to a little channel, with a glimpse at the main body of the lake just visible at the other end. “Right,” said Will. “That's really cool, though. It's like a little mini-lake attached to the big one.”

“Yup! Private, and no one really bothers us. Every once in a while a mailman or something will complain about doing deliveries here, but that's it.” The cheetah stopped paddling. “Let it drift, and we'll have something to drink.”

Tony hauled out the cooler, and tops were popped.

“Hey, there's a beach,” said Will, pointing to a sandy stretch between the cottages and the trailers.

“Yeah. We swim there all the time,” said Tony.

Will could see a family of wolves sunning themselves on the beach, settled in while they were digging drinks out. While they were far enough away for details to be less distinct, it was easy to see the wolf woman's breasts as she waved. Will looked away, ears back.

“Relax,” said Tony. “Wave back. No one around here's going to bite.”

“You did, that one time,” said Leon.

“Oh, yeah.”

Will laughed. Even if it was tinged with nervousness, having his friends near put him more at ease. That the boat hid his lap from anyone at the beach helped. He gathered his courage and waved back.

“That's better,” said Leon. “You'll get used to it. It's my favorite place here. I mean, we can go naked at home, but I have to put shorts on before I go outside or answer the door.”

“Or if you have a friend over that doesn't know we go naked all the time,” said Tony.

Will's ears folded back at the not-so-subtle tone of the ferret's. “Um. Like when I come over to do homework?” he asked, voice tiny.

“Every single time,” said Tony.

“But we don't mind, do we?” asked Leon, as he glared over at the ferret. “We didn't want to drop it on you before we got do know you better.”

“Right,” said Will. Of course, his friends had shocked him with it, anyways. But he decided that he'd have been more surprised if they had told him right when he met them. “Well, now you don't have to hide—“

“Unless you decide you can't be seen here unless you're ducking behind something.” Tony's comment dropped an awkward silence on the boat. “Anyways, let's go back,” said the ferret, sending the pedal boat shaking as he pushed to his feet. “Only one lap around the lake, remember? I'll switch with you, Will.”

Leon frowned. “Yeah, but that was because Dad wanted us to help around the house. We helped all morning. We could do another lap, maybe head back past Mr. Goldstein's house—”

“One's enough,” Tony said.

“It's okay. We can always go later if we want, right?” Will said. The fox moved out of the way, climbing clumsily into the back to make room for Tony. It was a quiet trip back to the cottage, the fun sullied by Tony's hostility. Will felt like he was keeping the ferret from having fun, had been doing so, even unknowingly, for weeks.

At the dock, Tony was first out, before the boat was even tied up. “I'm gonna go for a walk, see who else is out by the trailers.” He went off before either of the other boys could say anything.

Leon helped Will to tie up the boat. “Sorry, Tony's a little...well, he's Tony. I better go talk to him.” He started after the ferret.

Will wasn't sure he wanted to follow, especially since that meant the risk of running into more naked people. He suspected that that was why Tony went that way in the first place.

Of course, not following meant that Will had nothing to do, so he trudged back to the cottage.

Mr. King was in the den, putting a few knickknacks up on a shelf, ears perking when he heard the door. “Could one of you boys hand me that bookend? This just won't stay...oh.” When he turned to indicate where the thing was, he saw that only Will stood there.

“I got it, Mr. King,” Will said. He handed the bookend over, and Mr. King got things situated while Will tried not to stare at the adult's body. He was already feeling too uncomfortable to add to it.

Mr. King dusted off his paws, then studied Will afterwards. “What's with the ears, Will?” He reached out and tried to nudge one of the fox's ears back upright. “Everything okay with the boys?”

“Oh, uh. Nothing's wrong.” He paused. He felt exposed more than in the physical sense right at the moment, like it were obvious that he wasn't telling the truth. “Is Tony mad because I came up here with you guys?”

Mr. King dropped down onto one knee so Will was eye-to-eye with him. “What? No, of course not. Tony's just...well, Tony.”

“That's what Leon said.”

The cheetah laughed. “Well, he'd know even better than me.” The mirth died down, and the cheetah squeezed Will's shoulder. “I can tell you that Tony sounded just as excited as Leon to show you the place.”

“Sure doesn't act like it,” Will mumbled.

“He probably didn't think about how you needed to take things at your own pace. He's come up here with us for years now. But you know, except for Leon, you're the only other person I've seen Tony make such close friends with at school.”

The fox smiled slightly. “Really?”

“Really. Did you want me to talk to him for you, Will?”

The front door opened up, interrupting the pair. “Will, are you in—oh, there you are,” said Leon.

Tony trailed behind him, moving slower, little tail lashing and little ears down. “We wanted to know if we could take the boat out for a little longer,” he said, looking anywhere but at Will and Mr. King.

The fox looked at his friends, then up at the adult, bushy tail starting to wag. Mr. King smiled, then pressed a paw on the Will's back, nudging him toward the other two boys. “Get going. Another lap or two, no more. After that, stay where I can see you.”

Will moved back towards his buddies. “Um. Maybe Tony and I could do the paddling this time?” he suggested.

Tony's ears lifted up. “Really?” The ferret managed a smile. “Okay. Race you to the dock.” He pushed past Leon and Will, and was halfway to the pedal boat before Will even thought to move. “Um. I guess I'll try to handle it, Mr. King!” he yipped, before he dashed his friends.

That night, the boys hauled out some of the old video games Leon kept up at the cottage, and busied themselves with that for a while. Eventually, Will started to yawn, tired from a day of swimming and boating. He could feel himself nodding off. “Better go to bed,” he mumbled, pushing to his feet and padding upstairs.

No sooner had Will climbed into the bed than Tony padded into the room. “Move over. We need to leave room for Leon when he comes up,” the ferret said, pressing his palms against Will's side and nudging until the fox scooted over towards the wall.

Will rolled over onto his side, then squirmed as Tony pressed flush against his back, sheath against the fox's rump. He wondered if there'd be a repeat of last night, maybe with Tony sharing in the fun.

As he tried to work up the nerve to ask, the ferret's fingers slide down and found his sheath. That answered his question. “Leon said you did stuff last night,” Tony whispered.

“Yeah.” The memory of it, along with Tony's gently fondling fingers, quickly had him sliding out of his sheath and into his friend's grip.

“Did you wanna do it with me?”

For a moment, Will thought he heard a hint of something else in Tony's voice. Not the usual front he showed, or the irritation the ferret had seemed to feel towards him all weekend. No, this was different, maybe a little shy, a little nervous. More like Will felt. The fox smiled in the dark room. “Yeah, please.”

He reached back, trying to feel around for Tony, but found his paw gently batted aside. “Don't worry about me. I'll take care of it later. I just...I want you to feel good.” He paused, then mumbled, “Sorry.”

Will's ears tucked back briefly, but Tony's paw returned to his cock and started stroking. “Um. Okay.” Even at a time like this, he couldn't quite understand the way Tony felt, not entirely.

Tony's touch was different from Leon's. The ferret squeezed a little more, but didn't rub quite as fast as Leon did. And despite the ferret's insistence that he be left to concentrate on Will, the fox could feel his friend slipping out of his sheath, warm and firm.

Well, Tony had kept his paw away, but, that didn't stop Will from pushing against his friend's lap, using his rear to feel out the shape of that dick hotdogging between his rumpcheeks. Will started to pant and squirm, forward into Tony's touch, then backwards towards the ferret's crotch. Tony squirmed, started to pant, but he wouldn't let go of his own prize, stroking the fox faster the more Will moved.

Eventually, the ferret whimpered, lips close to Will's ear. “Will, cut that out. That's gonna make me...nnf!”

Will could feel Tony twitching against his backside, and then he realized he could feel a wet warmth seeping into his fur. Tony came! Tony came on his butt! And then that thought had him spurting his own gooey release onto Tony's fingers.

“Ah, geez. We're a mess,” whimpered the ferret, slipping his paw away from Will's cock.

As Will was deciding whether or not there'd be licking for cleanup again, the ferret rolled over. “I gotta wash this off,” Tony said. His friend got out of bed, then reached over. His dry paw scrubbed briefly beneath Will's tail, cleaning off the worst of the mess and getting a brief yip from the fox when fingers brushed the little hole back there. “Man, it's everywhere,” Tony murmured as he padded out of the room, leaving Will alone in the quiet. It was an abrupt end to the fun, no snuggling afterwards like with Leon last night.

Will's breathing slowly turned to normal. He hoped Tony wasn't annoyed with him for the mess. But the ferret had started it, so surely he couldn't be. He wanted to talk to his friend, maybe try to get some reassurance that things were okay between them. But before Tony was even back from washing his hands, the day of cleaning and swimming and sex caught up to the fox and he was soon fast asleep.

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