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WARNING: The following story has young characters taking part in foot fetish activities. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read no further.

Bounces With Wolves

The fall season arrived in Cedar Haven, Colorado with a flourish. The colorful foliage spreading across the valley easily rivaled that of New England. A few weeks had gone by since Jeff McKendrick and Danny Hostetler found out that they each had a love for each other’s feet, and the two boys promised to keep their fun a secret, particularly from Naomi Tewksbury, Jeff’s classmate and crush, to prevent her from feeling any sort of intense envy. On Friday, after Old Oak dismissed his class early for a four-day weekend, Danny went home to pick up his belongings and a few packed bags for the ski trip to Telluride he had been looking forward to ever since he won the title of grand champion at the community’s annual track and field games. To add to the excitement, Danny’s other classmate and friend Achille Bricaud had volunteered to go with him to the resort, bringing along yet another old friend. He soon received a text from Achille, reminding him to meet at the center of the village before heading to the community parking lot right off Chestnut Peak Road. The fox responded to that text, saying he’d be leaving the house in less than ten minutes. After conducting a quick dummy check in his bedroom, he grabbed his belongings and valuables, holding a duffle bag in each hand and a travel backpack on his shoulders, then hugged and kissed his mother Meryl and baby brother Didou goodbye before stepping out the door. Down the dirt road he walked, carefully crossing the rope bridge and reaching the center of the village where his wild boar friend waved to him.

“How about that four-day weekend Danny?” asked Achille, fist-bumping his friend.

“You said it Achille,” replied Danny. “And what better way to spend it by going on my first out-of-town trip with a fellow classmate.”

“I wonder if some ski resorts are popular throughout the year?”

“Couldn’t tell ya. The majority of people go in the wintertime when it snows in the valleys. From what I’ve heard, Telluride’s mountains have recently started to get more snow on the peaks.”

“That’s a good sign,” said Achille. “Don’t wanna have a snow shortage when we’re high up.”

“So who is this friend who’s picking us up?” asked Danny.

“You haven’t met him yet, you were out of town visiting your dad last winter. We’ll be surprising him too since he doesn’t know yet that we’re joining him. But his dad knows.”

“What’s he like?”

“You shall find out when we get to the edge of the road.”

The two boys made it to the aforementioned parking lot, sitting on a bench next to a restroom and a couple of vending machines. About ten minutes later, a navy blue first-generation BMW X5 pulled into a nearby parking space. Its front passenger door flung open, and out jumped a gray wolf boy in a dark teal long-sleeve t-shirt, orange pants, and red sneakers, running towards Danny and Achille with his arms held out.

“ACHILLE!” he cried, wrapping his arms tightly around the boar boy in a big hug.

“Leon!” replied Achille, hugging him back. “Gosh, it feels like ages since I last saw you!”

“Almost a whole year,” said Leon. “Wow, this was a pleasant surprise! All along I thought this was just gonna be a weekend father-and-son getaway. And now we’re getting even more company? I can’t wait to tuuuuuurn up!” As he said that last sentence, he made a “raise the roof” gesture with his hands.

Leon’s father stepped out of the car, dressed in a brown trench coat with a pale yellow sweater underneath, blue jeans, and saddle-colored ankle boots. “That’s one happy boy right there,” he said.

“To say that he’s happy is an understatement,” said Achille. “I don’t think you guys have met my friend Danny before. He and I are in the same class.”

“Danny Hostetler,” said Danny, shaking Leon’s hand.

“Nice to meet you Danny,” said the wolf boy. “I’m Leon Singletary, and this is my dad Raphael.”

“You can call me Raph for short if you like,” said Raphael.

Danny turned to Achille. “How’d you guys meet?”

“It’s a bit complicated,” said Achille. “We were out playing in the snow when we met Leon, who found himself separated from his parents due to an accident. He formed a fast friendship with me and even spent the night at my house. However, Martin and Zoe were wary of him since they believed the urban legend that all wolves were ‘big bad wolves’ with an appetite for rabbits, which is definitely not true.”

“That’s why you can’t always judge a book by its cover,” said Leon.

“You boys need help loading your bags and stuff into the car?” asked Raphael.

“I’ll handle the loading Raphael,” said Achille, taking both his and Danny’s bags. Leon opened the SUV’s liftgate to allow Achille to place the bags into the rear compartment.

“Wait, what about phone chargers?” asked Danny.

Achille snapped his fingers. “Good point, bro. We’ll each take our respective chargers and — wait a minute, this is an older-model car, so I don’t know if it has built-in USB ports.”

“I have a cigarette lighter with a USB port that you guys can use,” said Raphael as he closed the liftgate.

“A what?” asked the boar boy.

“Don’t worry Achille, it’s not for actual cigarettes,” said Leon as he got back into the front seat and closed the door. “None of us smoke anyway. You guys can take turns using my phone charger too.”

The other two boys climbed into the back seat of the car as Raphael got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. Leon handed his white iPhone charger cord to Danny, but since Achille had a Samsung Galaxy, he had to reach back and rummage through his bag to take out his charger cord. Once everyone was buckled up, the BMW pulled out onto the main road leading to the freeway. To pass the time, the three boys and the wolf dad played Name That Tune using the car’s CD changer. By the time they got hungry, they drove through a Good Times where Danny used his coupon to receive his free plain double cheeseburger combo with cheese curds, a Pepsi, and a medium cookies and cream Spoonbender. As for the others, Achille had a chicken sandwich combo with a lemonade and a peanut butter chocolate crunch Spoonbender, Leon had a plain double cheeseburger combo with a Mountain Dew and a caramel toffee crunch Spoonbender, and Raphael simply ordered a cheeseburger with no tomatoes and a Pepsi to drink. For the rest of the road trip, the four shared funny stories and listened to music, and it wasn’t too long before they reached the town of Telluride. Danny, Achille, and Leon looked out the car windows at the surroundings as Raphael drove slowly down the main street, coming across a bit of tourist traffic.

“Whoa, did this use to be some sort of Wild West town?” asked Achille.

“It sure did,” said Danny. “It used to be a prominent mining camp because of its abundance of minerals.”

“Like gold and silver for example?” asked Leon.

“Exactly. And because of that, the town was a big part of the gold rush in the latter half of the nineteenth century, and the locals often encountered prospectors trespassing on their land to get their hands on precious minerals and ores. Life was a lot different back then.”

“Gosh Danny,” said Raphael. “You seem to know a lot more about this area than the rest of us combined.”

Danny laughed. “Hey, what can I say Raph? I enjoy reading up on different locales during my down time.”

“So where are we staying?” asked Achille.

“My dad booked us a large two-story chalet in the hills,” said Leon.

“We’re headed there as we speak,” said Raphael. “That way we can unpack and get settled in before we head out again.”

A few minutes later, the car pulled up to the front gated entrance to Edelweiss Ridge Chalets, a quaint community with small tree-lined streets, pedestrian bridges, and an Alpine feel. The wolf dad rolled down the driver’s window.

“Good afternoon, what’s the name?” asked the gate attendant.

“Should be under last name Singletary,” said Raphael.

The attendant searched the records on his tablet. “Raphael Singletary, party of four?”

“That’s us.”

The attendant tapped some more on the tablet. “You’re all checked in. Would you like a few spare keys to your cabin?”

“Yes please, my son and his friends might want to explore the community on their own at some point during our stay.” Once Raphael received four keys, each one attached to a different color keychain to tell them apart, Danny chose the purple keychain, Achille chose green, Leon chose blue, and Raphael kept the red one for himself. “Make sure you don’t lose these, boys.”

The group drove slowly into the village, taking time to peruse their surroundings once again. Couples walked arm in arm along the sidewalks, children romped around in the yards and jumped into piles of leaves, and in the center square, a lady sang and played a pedal steel guitar accompanied by the rest of her country western band. Raphael’s car drove further up a curved street until it reached a chalet sitting on the cul-de-sac, then pulled into the adjacent driveway. Everyone hopped out of the car and grabbed their belongings. Leon’s dad unlocked the front door and opened it, allowing himself and the others to step inside. The main living area was bathed in wood from the ceiling to the floor, giving the house a strong lodge flair. A dark green corner couch sat in the middle of the room, facing a fifty-inch flat-screen TV and a stone fireplace. Also on the main level were the dining room, kitchen, and breakfast nook. The boys were immediately awestruck.

“Whoa, this looks even cozier than my house,” said Achille.

“And at least double the size of mine,” said Danny.

“Is all of this brand new?” asked Leon.

“No,” said Raphael, “but the place did have some recent minor renovations.”

“Where are we sleeping?” asked Danny.

“We’ll all be sleeping upstairs. I’m going to be in the smaller bedroom at the end of the hall, and the three of you will share the bedroom to your left after you go up the stairs. You guys are gonna love your space.”

The three boys carried their bags upstairs and made their way to the door on their left-hand side. Leon opened it and turned on the overhead light switch, revealing a cozy-looking wooden bedroom not unlike the interior of a log cabin. A bearskin rug lay in the middle of the room, and two sets of bunk beds were built into the walls, with steps curving up to the top bunks.

“I call the top bunk!” said Achille excitedly.

“Made your decision that quickly, huh?” replied Danny. “Just be sure not to bump your head on the ceiling.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m one of the most cautious people you’ve ever known.”

“Well, are you cautious when you… play?”

Achille shrugged. “Depends.”

“Hey, whaddya say we go to the ski lodge in about an hour or two?” asked Leon.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” said Danny, who then thought for a second. “Only thing is, I’ve… never skied before.”

“Don’t worry Danny,” said Leon. “I’ll teach you how to ski.”

“Really?”

“Really really. I’ve been skiing since I was six years old, and I’ve been to two other ski resorts in Utah.”

“So this is your first ski trip in Colorado specifically?” asked Achille.

Leon nodded yes. “Mmm-hmm.”

At around six o’clock in the evening, the boys and Raphael bundled up in layers of winter clothing and drove to a ski lodge at the base of one of the mountains. The place was packed with eager skiers and snowboarders, and Danny even noticed a group of tourists riding snowmobiles slowly up a narrow, twisty road through the woods. Once the fox boy and his friends finished signing their medical release forms, Raphael bought Powerades and Luna Bars for himself and the boys to hydrate and re-energize very well for their skiing fun, and soon enough the four of them picked up their ski gear and rode the chairlift all the way to a point just below the summit. To start off, Leon taught Danny and Achille the bare basics on the practice courses. On his first attempt, Achille found himself making the mistake of not keeping his feet facing straight forward on the skis by turning his left foot away upon accelerating, causing him to lose his balance and tumble into the snow, but luckily he was not injured. He soon got the hang of cross-country skiing on the first few practice courses before he and the other two proceeded to the courses built for a more downhill approach. It was here that Leon taught his pals a few advanced skiing techniques, such as navigating slaloms and using ramps. When the group wrapped up their practice runs, they made their way to the starting point of a downhill course known simply as The Whiplash. Skiers all around them zipped across the starting line, disappearing over a big crest.

“You nervous Danny?” asked Leon.

Danny was busy adjusting his purple ski goggles when he realized Leon was talking to him. “Come again?”

“You nervous?”

“Oh, not at all,” said Danny. “I’m even more comfortable skiing a trail like this. Especially since you taught me, Leon.”

“Hope my methods will be of great help on this Olympic-sized ski trail.”

Achille dropped his jaw. “Olympic-sized? This won’t take us too far from where we came from, will it?”

“Relax Achille,” said Leon, patting the boar boy’s back. “All trails lead back to the lodge eventually, and you’ll have such a blast that you’ll forget how far we’ve traveled.”

“Alright everyone, ready to ski?” asked Raphael, giving a thumbs up.

“Yeah!” cheered the boys as they returned the signal.

Using their poles, Danny and the others gradually picked up their speed after the starting line and over the crest, which suddenly sloped downwards at a steep angle. Bystanders clapped and cheered them on from behind colored tape that lined either side of the trail’s first section. Next, the skiers encountered a series of twisty, banked turns among the alcoves. Danny saw Leon overtake him and negotiate the corners with an elegance unlike any other, using his poles to control his balance. The fox followed the wolf’s lead, taking the corners the same way, while Achille played it safe and stuck to the inside of the corners. A ramp sent the skiers over a small cliff, giving them at least three seconds of airtime before landing at the entrance to the wooded section. Here the snow was a little less thick, and cones made up the boundaries, yet the trail still proved to be demanding, with sharp turns in quick succession. Danny came across a copse of trees arranged in a straight line, giving him the opportunity to slalom effortlessly between them. Back out into the open, the trail continued alongside a small river which it crossed a few times with bridges, then another undulating banked section between huge cliff walls, then several steep declines and a series of jumps. The massive final jump overlooked the finish line at the lodge. Danny and Leon both took that moment to pull off some wacky poses in mid-air, and each skier raced on down the hill and slid to a stop at the end of the trail.

“Whoa, we killed it dudes!” cried Danny, high-fiving the other three.

“Flawless performances all the way around!” replied Leon.

“Can we do this again tomorrow?” asked Achille.

“Of course,” said Raphael. “We’ll have more time tomorrow to try more ski trails if you want.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m so hungry I could eat a cable car,” said Leon.

Danny felt his tummy rumble. “Yeah, it’s getting close to dinner time.”

“I’ve made reservations for the four of us at Golden Elk Tavern,” said Raphael. “I heard that place gets a bunch of good reviews, with plenty of comfort food to fill our bellies after a chilly and exhilarating ski run.”

And so Danny and his friends dropped off their used ski gear at the lodge and drove back to their chalet to take a breather and dress down to their sweaters and pants. The restaurant was situated on the other side of town, but the group made it in time for their 8:30 p.m. reservation, sitting in a booth. The menu was fairly large with many options to choose from, but everyone decided what they wanted within five minutes after their sodas were served. For appetizers, Achille had a spinach salad with hot bacon dressing, and Danny and Leon each had a medium-sized crock of broccoli cheddar bisque, plus an order of fried mozzarella sticks for the table. For entrees, Raphael had chicken-fried steak with broccoli rabe and roasted garlic mashed potatoes, Danny had a pot roast and provolone sandwich on ciabatta with fries, Achille had a half rack of baby back ribs with fries, and Leon had penne pasta with house-made alfredo sauce. For dessert, the group went back to Edelweiss Ridge and had hot fudge sundaes while they watched another band play in the center square, this time an all-female quartet singing and playing upbeat traditional Irish music on bodhrán, fiddle, and tin whistle. Afterwards, while Raphael stayed behind to watch a soccer match inside the community’s lounge, Danny and his friends went back to the chalet to play a certain game that he had on his mind throughout the whole day. He had Achille and Leon change into their pajamas in the bathroom while he changed into his own in the bedroom. All three of them still had their socks on.

“So Danny,” said Leon, “what’s this game you wanted to play with us?”

“One that involves exploring each other’s bodies in a way,” said Danny.

“What do you mean?” asked Achille.

Danny sat down and took his socks off to reveal his nicely-sized reddish-brown bare feet. “You’ll see as the game progresses.”

“You sure you’ll be comfy enough without your socks on?” asked Leon.

“It’s no big deal, it’s warm and toasty inside anyway. I’ll need the two of you to go ahead and remove your socks as well.”

“What does this have to do with the game?” asked Achille.

“Patience Achille, patience,” said Danny. “I’ll explain further when we’re all barefoot.”

The other two boys sat on the bed and took their socks off. Achille’s feet were a little smaller than Danny’s and had more pudginess, but still had a decent arch. Leon’s feet, on the other hand, were even bigger than Danny’s and had exquisitely shaped heels, arches, and balls, and Egyptian style toes with the big toes being the most prominent.

“Okay,” said Danny, taking out a notepad and a pen. “This game is called Bare Feet-ures, and it’s best played in phases.”

“Phases?” wondered Leon. “So the rules change as the game goes on?”

“Exactly.”

“We’re ready when you are Danny,” said Achille.

Danny cleared his throat. “For the first phase, we’ll massage each other’s feet to decide whose feet are the most satisfying to touch.”

“Forget that, everyone knows my feet are the smoothest and sexiest!” said Leon enthusiastically, crossing his legs and wiggling all ten of his plump toes.

Danny started feeling funny between his legs at the sight of the wolf boy’s feet, so he concealed it by placing the notepad on his lap. “Why make that sudden declaration when we can all have a hands-on experience? It is a game after all.”

“I’m down for that,” said Leon, rubbing his palms excitedly. The three boys sat in a circle on the rug in the middle of the room, and Danny grabbed his notepad and wrote his and the other two’s names at the top of the page, as headings for a score sheet.

“First off,” said the fox boy as he took a pair of die out of his bag, “we need to roll to see who’ll take his turn first. I’ll start.” He rolled a total of five, Achille rolled ten, and Leon rolled eight. “Alright Achille, you go first, and make the best description you can of the texture of my feet and Leon’s feet.”

The wild boar boy thumbed along Danny’s and Leon’s soles and toes for a good fifteen to twenty seconds each before finishing up his thoughts. “Okay Danny, yours feel like warm smooth rubber, and as for you Leon, yours are about the same except a little smoother.”

“Got it.” Danny jotted those descriptions down on his pad, then nodded to Leon, who went ahead and felt Danny’s and Achille’s feet the same way.

“For Achille,” said the wolf boy, “his feet are pillowy and the slightest bit fatty, and Danny’s cute big feet are like silky smooth marshmallows, only they’re not white.”

After Danny took more notes in his pad, he had a feel of his friends’ feet and came up with his own descriptions. “Achille, your soles are fun to touch with occasional wrinkles on the arches, and in general they feel like fluffy pillows, and Leon, ooooh boy, your feet look and feel like the best kind of paradise I’ve experienced.”

“So you like feet huh?” said Leon as he put his soles up in front of Danny’s face and wiggled his toes.

“Oh yes, very much,” said Danny as the boner in his pants grew bigger.

The wolf boy grinned mischievously. “Which reminds me, you said this game was played in phases, right? Let me guess, phase two will have you smell our stinky feet!”

“How did you know that, Leon? Have you played this game before?”

“Not this game in particular, but I’ve pleasured other boys with my big bare gray feet to the point where they had something rather…special come out of them.”

“Okay then,” said Achille.

Danny shook the die in his hand. “When I roll the die, the total number will be the number of sniffs a player will take of his opponents’ feet. Who wants to volunteer?”

“I do!” exclaimed Leon.

“Let’s see what we come up with.” Danny tumbled the die onto the floor, with one dot facing up on each dice. “Snake eyes.”

“Two sniffs for Achille and two sniffs for you!” Leon knelt down and took two sniffs of Achille’s soles, which smelled a bit like the leather from his black shoes, then two sniffs of Danny’s soles, which had a stronger smell that gave the wolf boy a déjà vu. “Mmmmm! Reminds me of the broccoli cheddar bisque we had earlier tonight.”

“The best one I’ve ever eaten,” said Danny as he rolled the die once again. “Achille, you’ve got a total of five sniffs for each pair of feet.”

The boar boy lowered his snout toward Danny’s feet and inhaled five times, taking in that warm delicious scent, then did the same for Leon’s feet. As he brought his snout over the wolf’s toes, he recoiled slightly but continued anyway. Lastly, Danny’s turn came up, and he rolled double sixes, prompting him to take twelve sniffs of Achille’s slightly pudgy feet. During that time, he got excited thinking about how Leon’s manly wolf boy feet would smell, and soon enough the time came for him to find out. The fox boy took as passionate a sniff as possible of Leon’s feet, making his penis throb in his pants even more. The wolf cub’s feet smelled like the best mixture of fancy, stinky cheese and dirty socks. It especially helped that they looked even bigger in those purple pajamas with yellow ribbed cuffs at the ankles.

“Excited from my tootsies already?” asked Leon, poking Danny’s crotch with his foot.

“H-hey!” cried Danny nervously. “I was in the middle of sniffing!”

“Your pee pee’s getting awfully eager, foxy.” Leon pulled Danny’s pajamas all the way off, exposing his naked reddish brown fox body and erect circumcised penis, then turned to Achille. “You game with this too?”

Achille blushed and slowly ditched his pajamas revealing his rather chubby naked body and half-mast penis. “I kinda wanna see how it feels to get my pee pee touched by another boy.”

Leon beamed. “Then I hit the jackpot with this final round. Two penis massages coming right up!”

The other two boys laid on their backs, parallel to each other. Leon used his right foot to rub up and down along the front of Danny’s penis while his left foot did the same for Achille’s penis, which became fully hard about a minute later. In the midst of all the activity, Leon reached into his bag and took out a peppermint, unwrapping and sucking on it gently. Danny was more vocal in his lust as his breathing got heavier and heavier. Achille breathed through his nose yet he was still audible, confirming his enjoyment. The skin on Leon’s feet was just as smooth as it was when he took his socks off earlier.

“Aah,” grunted Danny.

“I’m ready to see a milky foxy!” said Leon, speeding up his rubbing. “And an equally milky wild boar!”

“C-cumming!” cried Achille.

“Me…me too!” panted Danny. “Ohhhh!”

Leon’s light yellow eyes twinkled as he gleefully watched his two friends put out their eruptions of semen, coating the entirety of his big gray sweaty soles with it. “Awoooo!” he howled playfully, like a feral wolf.

“Leon, you…” began Danny, panting heavily. “…you’re one lucky wolf to have such…beautiful feet and toes.”

“Muh tootsies and muh toesies?” giggled the wolf cub, crossing his cum-covered soles and wiggling his toes again.

“You’ve always been so cute Leon,” said Achille, catching his breath.

Leon stuck each foot right in the fox’s and boar’s faces. “Time to enjoy your second dessert!”

Danny and Achille obeyed the wolf and promptly licked his soles clean, sucking all ten of his toes for a finishing touch. The taste of Leon’s feet was oddly satisfying, as it reminded them of oil and vinegar for fish and chips. After they dried off the soles, the boys soon noticed that Leon was sticking his hand down his pajama pants and touching himself while grunting.

“It’s clear now that you want to be on the receiving end of a footjob too,” said Danny.

Leon eagerly flung off his pajama top and pants. “Now that’s what I call a true friend! Put ‘em on me Danny.”

The fox boy gently placed his feet on Leon’s gray circumcised penis, also big for his age with a prominent mushroom head the same shade of gray. Remembering his sexy private times with Jeff in the treehouse, Danny used the same rubbing technique to help Leon get off on his feet. His wolf friend shuddered in pleasure and closed his eyes, thrusting his hips a little in the process. Achille laid on his tummy with his head resting on his hands, watching the scene play out like an eager moviegoer.

“Keeping up Leon?” asked Danny.

“Just fine,” replied Leon.

“You sound ready to release too.”

“You know what a wolf boy does when he has an orgasm?”

“Tell me.”

“Keep rubbing…” said Leon with a pant, “…to find out!”

Danny used a more rhythmic motion on Leon’s penis. “Like this?”

“Just the kinda rubbing I was hoping for. Keep it going foxy!”

“I’m doing the best I can Leon, don’t ya worry.”

“I’m not worried, just trying to be encourag—AWOOOOO!” howled Leon, though not too loudly, as his white semen shot up through the air like a comet and landed on Danny’s feet, legs, and tummy.

“So thaaaaat’s what wolves do when they cum,” said Danny, fingering a glob of pearly semen on his leg.

“Ding ding ding!” exclaimed Leon. “Now before I enjoy MY second dessert…” He turned to Achille and snapped his fingers three times. “Achille, tissue.”

“Here,” said Achille, tossing a box of Kleenexes to the wolf, who then took one and wiped up the cum from Danny’s legs and tummy. Leon took one last moment to tickle the fox’s belly button with his finger, making the latter snicker. He then got on all fours and lapped up his semen from Danny’s shapely tootsies, much like an excited puppy drinking its water. Of course, being the ticklish boy he was, Danny giggled from the sensation. Once Leon dried those orange-brown-skinned feet, he heard the faint jingle of keys and the creak of the house’s front door opening.

“Pssst! Dad’s home!” he whispered as he and the other two hurried back into their PJ’s. Achille quickly put the box of tissues back on the nightstand, and Danny folded up the used towel and hung it on the coatrack, accidentally dropping his pair of die in the process. “The dice!” whispered Leon. “The dice! Put them away, fast!” Danny scooped up the die and threw them into his bag just as the boys heard a knock on the bedroom door.

“Heya boys, it’s me,” said Raphael through the closed door.

“Hi Dad!” said Leon. “Glad you’re home.”

Raphael opened the door and smiled at the boys. “You three look really cute all nestled in your pajamas. Wanna come down and watch some TV with me or are you ready for bed?”

Danny yawned. “I really need to hit the hay, but thanks for offering.”

“Yeah, we’ve got a big day tomorrow,” said Leon.

“And the next day,” Achille chimed in.

“Alrighty then,” said Raphael, closing the door. “G’night boys.”

“Good night Dad,” replied Leon.

“Good night Raph,” said Danny and Achille.

With their horniness quenched, the three boys cleaned themselves up and brushed their teeth in the bathroom. Danny of course was exhausted and climbed into bed, turning out the light. For the rest of the night, like cabin mates at overnight camp, Achille and Leon kept their voices down and showed each other funny memes on their phones, laughing as softly as possible so as not to wake the precious, sleepy fox boy.

The End