8:56 PM Rather loud chatter filled the cabin, as the cubs changed into their night clothes. Some of the more modest boys changed rather quickly, but others didn’t mind taking their time changing as they talked with their bunkmates about various things, movies, sports, video games, TV shows, comics, and so on. They’d all just about finished changing for the night when the door to their cabin opened. As the leopard entered, the chatter ceased, and the cubs all lined up at their bunks, standing at attention, waiting for the counselor to inspect them. He started with his obligatory speech that he and the other counselors had to give to the cubs attending camp in the other cabins. He quietly walked down the cabin, quickly inspecting the bunks while giving his speech. “Okay guys, basic rules. The main lights are out at 9 PM. Everyone must be in their own beds at 11 PM. The morning fanfare plays at 8 AM, so it’s recommended you don’t spend too much time chatting, playing your video games, or anything else that isn’t sleeping. We monitor the use of the lamps by your bunks, so if there’s even just one still on by 11, you can make sure we’ll be having a chat with you the next morning. “Your bunks all seem to be in order, very good. You’re all following the dress code, also fine.” The term “dress code” here was rather loose at best, as the only required garment for the boys to wear was a tank top that had the camp’s logo on it. The rest of the night garb was up to the boys to complete themselves. The more modest ones wore long shorts, others wore boxers and boxer briefs, and some were fine with being in white or colored briefs and even jockstraps among their bunkmates. Other, more lax cubs, didn’t mind going commando and letting the rather long tank top cover their genitals instead of underwear. The tank top fit rather snugly on the chunkier cubs and short on the taller ones, who didn’t quite have the luxury of the tank top covering their private areas, but some went without underwear anyway, leaving their penises exposed. Socks were rather evenly distributed among the boys’ feet paws, some preferring socks, others going barefoot. The leopard returned to the entrance, but turned back to the cubs. “Remember, the rules still apply during this time, and anyone caught or reported breaking them – ESPECIALLY the rules written in all caps – will be disciplined accordingly, and may find themselves on a bus headed back home.” The counselor pointed to the poster by the entrance as he said this, listing the rules of the cabin and camp, many of which he’d just gone over, but glossing over some on purpose: “• Lights out at 9, bunk lights out at 11. • Boys must adhere to the dress code. • Keep the volume of your voices, phones, and gaming devices low between 9 and 11. They must all be off after 11. • Do not steal other bunkmates’ belongings. • Do not leave the cabin after 9. • Everyone is to be in their own bed by 11. • Do not disturb others that do not want to be disturbed. • DO NOT MAKE FUN OF OTHER BOYS’ BODIES. • ABSOLUTELY NO POINTING AND LAUGHING AT OR MAKING FUN OF YOUR BUNKMATES’ PENISES. • Morning fanfare starts at 8 AM, sharp.” “Other than that, rest well, and have a good night. We will see you bright and early tomorrow morning. Lights out.” The leopard flipped the main light switch, covered it in its case, and locked it. He then quietly opened the door to the cabin, and left for the night. Some of the cubs went straight to bed, while others went over to their bunk lights and turned them on. ----------------- 9:04 PM - Handhelds and Handhelds Though there wasn’t complete silence, the sleepier cubs were able to drift off into unconsciousness despite the low murmur of voices, music, and video game sound effects permeating the cabin. One cub, a chubby koala, was unable to sleep, however. The sounds of what was going on in the top bunk kept him awake. Curious, he sat up, and poked his head up to see what was going on. A skinny, bespectacled weasel was playing his 3DS. He seemed very focused on the game, unaware that his bunkmate was watching him now. “‘Cha playin’?” The koala asked. “Pokémon.” The weasel responded, but didn’t turn to the koala, immersed in his adventure. “Cool!” The koala was quite familiar with the game, having played through a few iterations of the series himself, despite not bringing any of them with him. “Need help?” “No.” The weasel was content to play unaided. He still hadn’t made any sort of eye contact with the cub who was trying to strike up a conversation with him. “S’your name?” “Dieterich.” “Alban.” The koala extended a hand, expecting a shake. The weasel continued staring into his 3DS screen. This annoyed the koala a bit. “Dude, it’s not like that game requires extreme concentration. It’s a turn-based RPG. You could make eye contact with me and not die in your game, trust me.” The weasel finally turned to the koala. “Sorry.” He apologized. He finally saw the outstretched paw and gave it a shake. He immediately returned his focus to the game. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for kind of snapping at you there, I didn’t mean any rudeness.” Alban took a look at Dieterich’s night garb. The bunk lights were bright enough to show the weasel’s entire figure. He was rather slim, so the camp tank top went down to his thighs. Seeing no indications of shorts or boxers, he wondered if the weasel was one of the more laid back cubs who were freeballing it. “Well, can I at least watch you play?” “Sure, I guess.” The weasel said, surprising the koala, who was starting to think he was only able to respond with one-word sentences. The weasel slid over on his bed, to the raised frame that kept him from falling off while sleeping. Alban climbed up the ladder and laid next to his new friend and bunkmate. “Who’s on your team?” “Greninja, Venusaur, Vivillon, Manectric, Talonflame, and Watchog.” “Why Watchog?” “HMs.” “I hope you didn’t give him Surf...” “No, Greninja has that, that’s too good a move to waste on a Normal-type.” “Good. Too many people waste Surf on their Normal-type HM slaves.” The conversation about the series and other games continued, with mostly Alban asking the questions, and Dieterich answering, with responses ranging from one word, to full sentences, based on his interest of the area. Alban noticed how many questions he was asking and felt a bit of remorse. “I’m sorry, do all my questions bother you? I feel like I may be intruding on your personal space.” The weasel shook his head. “No. I just don’t talk a whole lot when I’m playing. I’m happy you want to keep me company.” Dieterich turned to Alban and smiled. This surprised the koala a bit. “That makes me feel better. I like chatting with you. I bought my 3DS with me too, if you ever wanna play some multiplayer stuff. I got Star Fox and Mario Kart.” “Cool, I don’t have either of those.” The weasel responded. The weasel paused for a second, reached down to his crotch, and adjusted himself. Alban caught sight of this, but paid no mind. He did briefly return to the thought of the weasel’s choice of underwear or lack thereof, however. Dieterich saved his game and turned it off. “Gonna go to bed?” Alban asked. “Maybe...would you be interested in some swordfighting?” “Swordfighting?” He had a feeling he knew what the weasel meant, but after having conversation with who he thought was such an introverted cub, he quickly dismissed that meaning of the word in his head. “You don’t know? It’s when we slap our dicks together like they’re a couple of swords. It’s fun, I’ve done it with some friends from school at sleepovers before bed.” The koala was surprised. “I er...actually, I know THAT, but I didn’t realize you were okay with...doing something like that.” “Yeah. You seemed interested when I saw you look at my legs, and when I scratched my balls.” “Well...I was curious about...” “So, you wanna do it?” The koala smiled. “Yeah!” He said, trying to keep quiet and not wake the nearby cubs who were sleeping. “Okay, you sit opposite me.” Alban sat up and moved opposite Dieterich. The weasel lifted his tank top and answered the question in the koala’s mind. “Heh, so I was right, you weren’t wearing any underwear.” The weasel smirked. “Nope. I usually sleep naked. What about you?” “I like wearing just a t-shirt, unless it’s super hot and my A/C isn’t working, then I’m naked too. I have boxers on now because I wasn’t thinking the others would casually walk around with their peens out.” “I guess you’re new here. Well, take the boxers off now.” The koala nodded, laid back for a second, and pulled them off, revealing his own penis. As he sat up, the two briefly compared each others’ junk. “Looks like I’m a bit longer than you.” Alban said, smiling. “Well we’re both soft, so of course my penis is small now. Wait until it’s hard.” “You cut?” Alban asked. “Yeah, you?” “I was, but, loosely. Look.” The koala pulled what remained of his foreskin all the way past his glans. “I can make it look like I’m uncut.” Alban smiled. “Cool, can I try pulling it?” “If you let me touch yours, sure.” The weasel nodded. The two new friends started to feel each other up. It wasn’t long before their penises fully hardened in the other’s hand. “Dude, I really like how it feels in my hand...Oh, looks like we’re the same size now.” Alban said. “Yup, told ya.” Dieterich smiled. “Size is never important here, though. I’ve never seen a single guy break the ‘no making fun of others’ small dicks’ rule the whole time I’ve been here. No one cares.” “I imagine it’s strictly enforced, though.” “Yeah. It’s grounds for permanent banning. It’s a popular camp, no one wants to get booted out just for commenting negatively on a dick, or even just a fat guy with his shirt off.” “Heh, I was expecting someone to break that rule when I went swimming earlier, but even the more scary-looking brawny guys were happy to chat with me. A built fox said he wanted to swim some more with me tomorrow.” “It’s certainly nice. Freedom to be naked, without fear of judgment...let’s cut this short though, I wanna swordfight.” The weasel smiled. “Okay. First to cum wins?” “Naw, that’s too easy. First to cum loses.” “Alright. Where should we aim if we do cum?” Dieterich lifted up his tank top. “You can jizz on my belly. I don’t mind, as long as you offer the same courtesy if you happen to overpower me.” Dieterich smirked again. “Sure.” The koala lifted up his own tank top as well, revealing his round belly. The two let go of the opposing swords and grabbed hold of their own throbbing weapons. “En garde.” The weasel said, quietly. Alban and Dieterich quietly slapped their penises together for awhile. To make the other lose focus, they talked about sexual moments the two of them had in the past. “So...you ever do stuff with girls?” Alban asked. “Naw. Done tons with dudes, though. You?” “Yeah, love both the ladies and guys.” “What was the last thing you did something with a girl?” “We played Strip Tetris.” The weasel couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. “How’d you pull that off?” “She was open-minded. She was also the nerdy-type like us. Also, she was just as curious about my dick as I was her pussy.” “Who won?” “I did, but I let her play one more round because she got me down to my underwear and it was a close match. She won that one.” “She say anything about your dick?” “Naw, just that it felt weird to her. I said the same thing about her puss. Wondered how the hell her underwear never got totally wet from that thing all the time.” The two started throbbing a bit more frequently. “She was fun though. We tried dating for awhile but it didn’t work out.” “Alright, my turn, I guess...A dude stuck his dick in the slit of my underwear while I was still wearing it.” The koala’s eyes widened. “Go on...” He found himself oddly aroused by this, as he continued slapping himself against Dieterich. He tried not to stroke himself too much as he did it. “It was at one of our totally-not-gay-but-secretly-yes-totally-homo sleepovers. I was in a t-shirt and briefs, playing my old DS, this was just before the 3DS came out. One of the other dudes was seriously horny. All the others were sleeping, fucking, or a combination of the two, leaving the two of us the odd ones out.” “What was he doing?” “He was giving me a backrub as I played. His hands started migrating though, up my shirt, down the back of my underwear, feeling my ass. I paid no mind because he had nice, soft hands and I was still in the middle of my game.” The koala was getting really close. He was sure he’d win though, since he felt the weasel throbbing harder and faster as well. “The guy turned around and faced me, I saw in the corner of my eye he took his underwear off. Again I paid no mind, his dick was one of many that night. He rubbed my belly as I was still immersed, he got to my nipples and gently rubbed them. It was certainly breaking my concentration but I still pressed on in the game. Then, all of a sudden, I feel the slit of my underwear opening up, and a REALLY warm dick head poked my own.” “Wow...that’s...that’s really hot. Uuhhh...” “Yeah, I got hard VERY quick. The blood immediately rushed from my head all the way downstairs in no time flat. I felt his pre dribbling all over me.” “Heh....wow-oh...oh no...dude, dude, I’m gonna...” Alban exploded. He quickly aimed for Dieterich’s stomach, but also got some seed on the bed, as well as on the weasel’s balls. Dieterich smirked again. “I win.” “Aww, man. That was fun, Dieterich.” “Yeah it was. I’m not done though. Wanna help me finish?” “Sure.” The koala started fondling the weasel’s scrotum as he continued to masturbate, ready with his own belly to catch Dieterich’s load. ----------------- 9:37 PM - Tennis Balls and Monkey Balls “Hell of a doubles match, earlier.” “Yeah, good game.” A conversation about a tennis match was being had between a monkey, a beaver, and a fox. The monkey and fox were on the same team, the beaver had spectated. “I got the skills, bro.” the monkey said, while gently cupping and rubbing his bare scrotum. “And I got the strats.” the fox chimed in, from the opposing bunk. “And I got the...audience...power...thing.” the beaver said. The three of them quietly laughed at the last statement. “Jones has the power of SPECTATION.” “The specs, Lou?” “There you go. You can always count on Carlo for awesome phrases. You got the specs, Jones.” The beaver lifted up his tank top and looked down at his flabby chest. “I’d barely call these pecs.” The monkey reached out at Jones’s chest and grabbed hold of some of it. “Dem titties.” Lou smiled. The beaver flinched, but tried not to move so much, as he was leaning on the ladder to the monkey’s bed, and didn’t want to fall off. “Dude, you were grabbing your balls with that hand.” The monkey snickered. “S’alright, bud. You saw me shower. Watched me lathering up my weenie.” The monkey said, playfully flopping himself in Jones’s direction. “I think you’re mistaking me for Carlo. I was watching the ladies shower.” “Yeah, the ladies, all the way across the boundary that’s a huge fence no one can climb after the huge lake no one can swim far enough across. Naw, you were watching Lou scrub his dick, just imagining you were watching a lady.” There was brief silence. “Is the girls’ camp even the same camp?” Jones asked. “Yeah, pretty sure.” Carlo said, from his bunk across the cabin. “So, you think they have to follow the same rules on their side?” “Probably.” Lou responded, now wondering the same thing, while still playing with himself. “What, you think they’re just like us, half of them hanging around their cabin with their tank tops being the only thing covering their ‘ginas?” The fox quipped. “Haha, too much wishful thinking. I doubt they really take advantage of nudity like we do. Weird, since our equipment gets judged more than theirs.” The monkey responded, still grabbing a handful of himself. “Yeah, and I don’t think the ‘no making fun of dicks’ rule really needs to come into play there.” Jones added. “I’ll bet they have some sort of equivalent though. ‘No making fun of tits’, maybe. I doubt ‘ginas get made fun of.” “Well, if they have to wear the tank top, I doubt they’d even need that rule either.” Said Lou. “Why not? Their rack size is easy to see through clothing, but a dude can conceal his dick and sack bulge.” “Unless they’re Lou.” Jones smirked. “He’s been unable to contain himself since lights out.” “Yeaaah-” The monkey responded, sitting up and lightly thrusting his hips forward, letting his genitals bounce in view of his friends. His penis had been at varying stages of erection during the whole conversation. He couldn’t help but touch himself. “Man, I haven’t seen anyone be as comfortable with their dick as Lou. Even the guys with the bigger wieners are more shy about themselves.” Carlo said. “Love showing off my tiny dick.” The monkey smiled. “I bet all y’all are holding back the nasty words over it.” “Eh, with you being as confident as you are, insults wouldn’t work anyway.” The conversation continued for a while, switching topics from the girls’ camp to more sports, to movies, to cars. “My friend back home got his driver’s license on the last day of school. You can bet we’re gonna drive to school next year instead of taking the godawful bus.” “Does he have a car?” “He’s borrowing his mom’s for now, she carpools with her father most of the time when she needs to go to work anyway.” The monkey shared, excitedly. “Aw, I can’t wait until I get my license. Dad said we’d be getting me a car when I pass the road test.” Carlo responded. This struck a nerve with Jones. “WHAT? He’s just...buying you a new car?” “Well, not a NEW one, but...yeah.” “Dude, fuck you. I have to WORK for my car. Once I get my license I’ll still be taking the bus to work after school until I can afford to buy a decent used one. Been trying to save up forever.” “Well, what can I say? I guess I was dealt a better hand there.” The beaver lowered his boxer-briefs and pulled out his rather impressively-sized penis and scrotum. “Just, suck my dick, dude. Suck it so hard.” He said, flopping it at the fox. The monkey’s jaw dropped when he saw Jones’s dick. “Oh my god, that thing’s fucking HUGE.” Lou said, with a shocked expression on his face. The beaver playfully stuck his tongue out at Lou. Carlo laughed. “Well see, you probably were dealt the best hand in the dick department. No way mine compares to yours, and forget Lou’s.” “Dude, my dick’s a fucking clit compared to that.” Lou was still in awe. “Well, I didn’t want to say anything.” The beaver said. “I just felt like venting after hearing that someone won’t have to work for their car.” The fox shrugged, and started to stretch. “Sorry, bud. I think I’m gonna turn in now, guys. I promised a koala I was gonna go swimming with him tomorrow morning.” “Night, then.” “Night.” The fox yawned, turned off his bunk light, laid back on his bed, and closed his eyes. “You gonna sleep too?” Jones asked Lou. “Nah. I bought my iPad and have some movies on it. Wanna watch with me?” “Sure.” The monkey scooted over on his bed, beckoning the beaver to lay down with him. The beaver pulled his boxer-briefs back up and laid beside Lou as he fished the iPad out of his bag. The two quietly agreed on which movie in Lou’s library to watch, one that’d be over before 11. As the two watched, the monkey’s focus occasionally switched to the bulge the beaver had been so mum about until moments earlier. He turned to Jones’s ear. “Dude...can I play with your dick as we watch?” Lou whispered. “Why? Tired of playing with yours?” The monkey snickered. “Naw...but man, it’s really awesome. I’d like to see what it feels like to play with...you can play with mine too. That fair?” Lou smiled. Jones rolled his eyes, but said nothing, and removed his boxer-briefs again, throwing them down on the bottom bunk, where he was going to sleep a little later. The monkey paused the movie for a moment to grab hold of the long, thick sausage between Jones’s legs. “I could barely wrap my hand all the way around it.” “Now you’re just exaggerating.” The beaver whispered. Though not exactly as interested, he gently felt the much more modest penis Lou was sporting. He lightly tickled the glans, feeling it twitch in his hand. He quickly moved down to the scrotum, which had very prominent ridges, and was lacking any fur. “I can see why you really like grabbing hold of your balls all the time, they definitely have more ridges than mine.” “Yeah, I love just putting my fingers through them, rubbing them.” Lou smiled. “Play with them all you want.” The monkey moved his hand down to the beaver’s own scrotum. It was much fuzzier and softer, but smoother, and a little droopier. “But yours are fun too, I always wondered what it’d be like to have fur on my balls. Monkeys usually don’t have fur there, you know?” “I never really thought about it, bud.” “And yours are heavy. Dude, how often you jack off?” “Often enough. They’re naturally big.” “Alright. I guess we can unpause that movie...” The two continued watching while gently feeling each other up. As time passed, their hands migrated around different parts of the other’s genitals, Lou rubbing the very tip of Jones’s glans, Jones tickling Lou’s frenulum, and both gently massaging the other’s testicles. Though Jones wasn’t too crazy about the idea of doing this at first, he slowly found relaxing with Lou like this to be comforting. He agreed only to humor his friend, but was enjoying himself now. Jones produced quite a bit of pre from Lou caressing the narrow slit on the tip. In turn, the monkey started breathing harder as the underside of his penis head was continuously teased. The beaver whispered. “10 bills say you jizz first.” “You’re on.” Lou smirked. The two now competitively felt each other up, seeing if they could make the other one cum. Rather than lazily grabbing at the other’s genitals, the two started to masturbate each other. Jones’s dick was now drooling all over Lou’s hand. The beaver felt the monkey twitch more and more, and for longer periods. “You’re fucking hard as a rock, Lou.” “And you’re practically pissing on my hand.” “Yeah, hehe. I make a lot of pre. Makes very good lube.” The monkey paused the movie yet again. The beaver was curious as to why. Lou sat up and changed positions on his bed, laying in the opposite direction from Jones. The beaver was still able to grab hold of the monkey’s member while he did this. Now facing Jones’s dick, the monkey started licking the glans, while grabbing hold of the beaver’s shaft. Jones was very surprised, but loved the sensation, so he stayed silent. He switched the hands that were playing with Lou’s penis, using his right hand now to touch his own shaft, getting his fingers covered with the fluid he was producing. He then moved his right hand over to the monkey’s rear end, probing the crack with his thick fingers. “Heee~” Lou squealed, but quickly raised his hand against his mouth to muffle the sound as to not disturb others. The monkey went back to licking and kissing his bunkmate’s glans. He relaxed himself to allow Jones’s middle finger to enter his hole. The beaver gently slid it in and out for awhile, in rhythm with jerking off the monkey. “Mmmmmmmph! Mmm! Mmmmmmm....” Lou started to jizz on the beaver’s hip. Since Jones wasn’t sure how close he was to making Lou climax, he was taken by surprise. The warm sensation put him over the top. “Heh heh, I win- Uh...gonna cum...gonna cum!” Jones spooged into Lou’s mouth. Some of the first ribbon shot onto the monkey’s face, but Lou caught the rest, swallowing just about all of it. The two took a minute to regain themselves. “That was fun.” Lou said, licking beaver semen off his lips, and wiping away the rest. “Surprisingly, yeah. Didn’t think I’d enjoy that.” “Well...if you’re ever up for that again while we’re here, I’m game.” Lou smiled. “Sure.” “So...let’s get back to that movie. Hopefully we can still watch the rest before 11.” The monkey picked up the iPad from his nightstand, now laying the same way as Jones again. “Wanna hotdog me?” Lou asked. “Huh?” “We’ll lay on our sides while watching the movie, you hold me and cradle your dick between the cheeks of my ass.” “Oh.” Jones nodded, and got into the position with Lou. The two continued to watch the movie, in silence, while Jones quietly rubbed the monkey’s balls. ----------------- 10:05 PM - Composers and Sex Toys After finishing his book, the bat put it away and looked up for a while, seeing the mattress of the top bunk. He then looked at how many cubs were still up, and how many of them either removed their underwear when the counselor left, or never wore any to begin with. He silently watched the male cubs quietly walking around the cabin, to and from the bathroom, to other bunks where friends were, just letting their exposed genitals flop around under their tank tops. It seemed very lax to him. When he first heard how body-positive the camp was, he didn’t believe it, but it definitely exceeded his expectations. He was also quite surprised over how many cubs openly started masturbating before bed. He watched as a monkey and beaver were playing with each others’ dicks, and before that, just how much the monkey openly grabbed himself in front of his friends. “Well...I guess, when in Rome...” The bat took off his shorts. Above him, a deer was humming to himself, while looking at the score of a piece he was to perform in the camp orchestra later next month, when the cubs’ parents were to visit. “Mmh...” The sound of a very soft moan startled the deer a bit. He paused for a moment to listen for it again. After not hearing it, he went back to humming. “Oh...” The deer looked up again. He turned his head to the source of the sound, looking down towards the bottom bunk. The fact that the bat he saw was masturbating didn’t surprise him, but the fact that he remembered the bat’s face from earlier did. Feeling a little horny himself, he decided to make a little noise. “Psst.” The bat looked up and saw a deer looking at him upside-down. He immediately stopped and covered himself in shock. “Oh, sorry!” The bat apologized. “Oh, oh no, it’s okay dude. Cranking one out?” “Well...” “Don’t be embarrassed, bud. Look at all the dudes here pulling their puds. And those two dudes over there under the blankets are totally fucking. S’fine, dude.” The deer said, pointing at random bunks. “Heh...” “So, mind if I join you? I was gonna start once I was done reading my score, but, y’know, if another orch-dork isn’t mentally practicing right now, fuck it, right?” The bat looked at the deer a little odd. “Uhhh...wait, you saw me in the orchestra today?” “Yeah, you were in the cello section, weren’t you? Brendan, was it?” “Brandon, actually...” “Well, I was close. So, would a dude fapping alongside you make you uncomfortable?” “N-no...I guess not.” “Awesome.” The deer got off of his bunk, climbed down, and laid with Brandon. “Ignaz. I play in the bassoon section.” He said, pointing to himself. The bat tried to remember seeing a deer in the woodwind area, and immediately was able to make the connection. “Oh yeah, you were the one who shouted ‘Yes! Hashtag bass clef!’ for some reason.” “The part I play is mostly in tenor clef, and I’m still figuring out where the notes are there. When we got to a part in bass clef, I was so happy to be in familiar territory. I don’t wanna have to keep rewriting my parts, so I’m using this piece as a way to get comfortable with tenor clef. It’s kind of like learning a new language, sort of.” “I can understand that. We see tenor clef every so often.” “At least we don’t play horn, they have to transpose just about every piece composed before the late 19th century. Brahms wasn’t too kind to them, either.” “So I hear.” “On top of that, they have to change clefs every so often, too. Hardest instrument to master next to the bassoon.” As the deer laid down on the bat’s bed, he lifted his legs a bit to pull his briefs off. His scrotum was the first part of his equipment to be freed of garment. “Ahh. Just love the way my sack feels after taking off my underwear.” The bat was a little weirded out being this close to another dude’s dick. “Wanna compare tools for a bit? I’ll bet it’ll help you relax.” Brandon nodded. Ignaz moved and faced opposite the bat. He modeled his genitals with his hands. “So...my dick. Average length, circumcised. Not too different from most others. I’d admittedly lose in a measuring contest against a horse.” Brandon cracked a smile and chuckled. The deer continued. “I’d say having a little self-deprecation is good for self-esteem. Keeps you humble about yourself. There’s always going to be someone who does or has something bigger or better, and there’s no shame in that. In this case, a longer dick.” “Well, I guess, but horses just inherently have long penises, don’t they?” Brandon replied. “Yeah. Don’t see too many of them in this camp. Last one I saw got the boot.” “Oh?” “Uh-huh. S’why the ‘no making fun of other penises’ rule is in place. The original rules specified just the body as a whole to protect overweight and underweight cubs from ridicule. The horse saw a cat take off his underwear and said not-so-nice things. He was on a bus home the same day after the counselors chewed him out. Never saw a horse cry harder. He felt really bad and even apologized to the cat numerous times.” “I’m guessing other horses who considered joining the camp didn’t join afterward?” “Yeah. After that whole big stink, no horse wanted to join. I guess their urge to belittle junk that doesn’t rival their own is too great. Who knows though, maybe in a few more years, they’ll forget about the whole thing and want to join again, hopefully more willing to play nice. Let’s get back to the fun, though.” Ignaz lifted his penis out of the way. “Of course, my scrotum.” He said. “Give it a feel.” Brandon sat up a bit and lightly touched it. He enjoyed the feeling of someone else’s furry balls in his hand. “I’ve never felt another sack before.” “First time? Awesome. Feel my dick too, then.” Ignaz let go of his penis, letting it flop back down by the bat’s hand. He grabbed hold of it, feeling it twitch in his hands as moved his fingers around the shaft and exposed glans. “Huh. So this is what a cut head feels like.” “Yeah. Well, your turn!” Ignaz smiled. The bat nervously spread his legs a bit, revealing his own genitals. “A foreskin!” The deer tried keeping his voice down. “I’m not as long as you.” “Don’t worry about that. I’ve never got this close to a foreskin before.” “Guess we’re not too common in this part of the world, are we?” “Nope. So many dudes like me. I’ve played with dudes who’ve had a loose circumcision, but never anyone who was fully intact. Can I see if it really is as stretchy as I’ve seen in porn? The bat nervously nodded. “Be gentle, though.” “Of course. I’ll try not to hurt you.” The deer gently grabbed hold of Brandon’s foreskin. He started to gently pull on it to see how far it’d go. “Tell me if it’s too much.” The deer was surprised to see how far he was able to stretch the bat out. “Wow...buddy, if I had a foreskin, I’d be pulling like this all the time.” “Heh, I can imagine. But that’s not the only difference. Push back and look at my head.” Ignaz unfurled the hood, revealing a rather brightly colored, glossy glans. “Oh, wow.” “Because I’m small, when I’m flaccid, I kinda like pushing it in, like a button. Press it inward.” The deer pushed the penis in, burying it in Brandon’s crotch. It twitched in protest. Afterward, he gently massaged the bat’s balls, for only a few seconds, making sure he had a full tour of Brandon’s genitals. “Well, I’d say it’s time to start jerking it. What do you think?” “Let’s do it.” The bat smiled. The deer laid back next to the bat, and the two started to masturbate. Things were fairly quiet between the two of them, aside from contented sighs. The deer was the one to break the silence yet again. “What do you usually fap to?” “Internet porn, but when I’m without internet like now, my imagination usually works well.” “What do you think of?” “Eh...just...dudes, I guess.” “Full homo?” “Yeah, you?” “I guess so. I don’t think I’d mind having a bit of fun with a lady though. If a lady wants to satisfy her curiosity I’d be happy to let her explore me. Would be fun to see what a cooter’s like.” “I think I’d be too shy for that. Kinda shy right now, actually. S’not really getting hard.” “Aww...” The deer turned to the bat to see a still-flaccid penis. He then put his arm around him, giving a hug. “Don’t be shy, man. We’re all friends here. If your peen needs time though, that’s okay. Kinda has a mind of its own. It’s been around you forever and is used to you playing with it alone. It needs time in a new situation like this, playing with friends.” Ignaz continued. “When you’re alone, your penis just naturally gets hard when you’re touching it for awhile, right? You don’t even have to be thinking about sexy things?” “Yeah...?” “I’ve found that thinking and talking about something else will take your mind off the fact that you’re not getting hard...and you’ll get hard, since your mind’s not so intent on actually trying to get a boner. I’ll help. Just keep playing with yourself as we do this.” The deer smiled. “You know who also liked thinking about dudes when jacking off?” Ignaz asked. “Who?” “Tchaikovsky.” “He WAS gay, wasn’t he.” “Mm-hmm. Spent most of his life totally dreading it. Could you blame him? He lived in a time when it was totally unheard of to be openly gay.” “I imagine he tried covering it up.” “Yeah. He was going to marry a woman, but she didn’t want to commit to it. He did marry another woman but he left her after a few months.” “You know who else was gay?” The bat asked. “Yeah, who?” “Copland.” “Right, he was. Had a bunch of relationships with other dudes.” “Then there was of course Bernstein.” “Not a surprise there.” Brandon didn’t notice the half chub he was getting while talking about gay musical composers. “Who else was gay...” Ignaz wondered. “Barber, he did a cello concerto that I practiced for awhile.” “I think Grainger was thought to be gay...” “Well, he WAS into kinky shit. Loved BDSM.” “If we’re moving on to kinky in general...Mozart.” “Oh yes, I love blowing peoples’ minds about Mozart.” The deer smirked. “Writing to his family, telling them to shit in their beds...” “‘My new symphony is coming out great. Vienna’s beautiful this time of year. Much love, shit in your bed. Signed, Wolfgang’.” The two giggled quietly as they continued playing with themselves. “And he wrote a song about rimjobs...” “Oh, and then there was this story he wrote in one of his horn concerti...” “What about?” “It was a sexual dialogue concerning a donkey, probably a jab at his horn-playing friend he wrote it for. Maybe his friend was fucking the donkey.” “Heh heh, sounds hot.” The deer chuckled. “Feel my dick now, bud.” Brandon stopped touching his own and felt Ignaz. The very stiff erection was happy to be touched by the hands of another. “Well now, what’d I say? You got some wood now too.” Ignaz smiled. The two looked at the bat’s modest endowment, now engorged. The deer felt it, throbbing in his hand. “You know what...I’ve got some toys on me...wanna try one?” The deer asked. “Hmm, maybe, what kind?” “Just a sec, lemme get back up to my bunk.” Brandon watched the bottomless deer climb the ladder to his bunk, reaching into his bag. The still-visible boner swayed back and forth as he moved around up there. The deer climbed back down, with a small bottle of lube, and hiding another thing behind his back. “I just got this before I got on the bus here, it’s very new, I haven’t broken it in yet...and I kinda want to do that with a friend.” Ignaz revealed the toy behind his back. “Wanna try a double-sided dildo? I put one end in my ass, you put the other in yours?” “Well, I’ve never had a toy inside of me before.” “S’okay. Won’t take too much prep, this thing isn’t TOO thick.” “And...I’m also kinda...well, I’m afraid I might...get it dirty.” The deer giggled. “Don’t worry about that, either. I’ll wash it afterward. Did you go to the bathroom recently?” “Yeah?” The bat seemed a little dumbfounded. “I doubt it’ll get that dirty then.” Ignaz said, reassuringly. The deer opened up the small bottle of lube. “Wanna lube each other up?” Ignaz smiled. “Er, sure...I don’t know how.” “I’ll lube you up first, then. Spread your legs, gotta get your hole nice and slick.” Brandon spread his legs at the deer, revealing his clenching anus. Ignaz poured some lubricant on his fingers and rubbed it around. “You’ll want to relax a bit. It may tickle, and it might be a little cold.” The deer started caressing the bat’s hole, prepping it with the lubricant. Brandon found it hard to remain quiet. “Oohhh...” “I’m gonna put my fingers inside now. Ready?” “Yeah...” Brandon said, nervously. Ignaz pushed a finger inside, without a whole lot of effort, then let another in. He rubbed the walls of the bat’s rectum, coating them with lubricant. They popped out almost as suddenly as they entered. “You’re ready. Now lube me up.” Ignaz said, spreading his own legs while handing Brandon the bottle. “Okay.” The bat squeezed some lube out onto his own fingers. The deer continued lightly smiling at him as his fingers inched their way closer to Ignaz’s hole. Brandon was surprised to see just how relaxed Ignaz was as he rubbed the lubricant on his anus, and how he slid his fingers in so easily. He saw the deer was able to maintain a stiff erection despite not touching it for awhile. “I think we’re ready.” The bat said, after removing his fingers. “Cool beans. Alright, I’ll let my end of the dildo in first.” Ignaz took the dildo and gently pressed it against his hole. He tried to be silent as he attempted to push it in. The deer took a deep breath, and relaxed before trying again. Without a whole lot of effort, the toy penis found its way inside. The deer slowly pushed in a couple of inches of it. “S’in.” Ignaz sighed, content. “Let me help you, that took a bit of work.” “Does it hurt?” “No, just takes a bit of getting used to. It might be uncomfortable, but only for a short time.” “Okay.” “Alright, relax, and take a deep breath. Keep your butthole loose, clenching it won’t help it get in at all.” Brandon breathed deeply. Ignaz gently pressed the other end against the bat’s own anus, keeping his own clenched to keep it from moving around inside of him. With some patience, the other end of the dildo successfully entered Brandon’s hole. “Okay, push yourself in a few more inches.” The bat slid forward a bit into the toy, letting most of the length on his side in. Only a few inches of the toy remained outside either of the two cubs. “Now what?” “Well, we just kinda...smack our asses against each other. The toy’s going to massage our prostates, so we’ll cum without needing to jack off. Ready?” Ignaz asked. The bat took a deep breath, and exhaled. “Okay. Let’s start slowly, though.” “Of course.” The two slowly started to thrust their pelvises towards each other, while adjusting their legs so they’d be comfortable as they got fucked by the toy. As their rear ends met, the deer pressed hard against the bat’s and smiled. Brandon said nothing, but smiled back. They continued, rather quietly, gently speeding up. The toy slid around with each thrust, sometimes entering more of Brandon’s rectum, other times Ignaz’s. The two friends’ penises started leaking quite a bit. Ignaz saw this and broke the silence again. “You know, it’s said if you eat a lot of fruit, your jizz will taste very sweet.” “I love fruit.” The bat said. “It’s a big part of my diet.” “Awesome, can I try your jizz then when we cum?” “Sure.” It wasn’t long now, the two friends were getting very close. They continued grunting and sighing and moaning to themselves as they smacked their rear ends together, fighting for more of the toy inside of them with every smack. “You’re taking the toy like a boss, dude.” Ignaz said between breaths. “Heh...” Brandon wasn’t quite sure how to respond. “...Uhh...here it comes-” The bat ejaculated straight upward, with the ribbons of seed landing in different directions, including on Ignaz. “Whoa...UHHH” Ignaz himself started cumming, also with no control of the direction, getting some on his friend. The two laid down, content. After a minute, Brandon gently slid the toy out of his hole, relieved that it was no longer impaling him. The deer followed suit, pushing it out with only the muscles in his sphincter. The wet, slick dildo laid there on the bat’s bed for a minute while the two regained themselves. The deer moved to Brandon’s penis and started licking off the semen, tasting it for a moment. “...Dude. That is very sweet jizz.” He went back in and continued licking it off the bat’s body, enjoying each time the fluid hit his taste buds. The bat laid there while Ignaz cleaned him off. “My jizz doesn’t really compare, but you can try mine if you want.” The bat laid up, and followed suit, licking the seed off the deer’s penis. “I guess it’s on the saltier side. That was fun though.” “Yeah, you liked that?” Brandon nodded. “Me too. Since we’re gonna be sharing a bunk for the next 6 weeks or so, we can do more. Ever have a real penis inside of you?” Ignaz smiled. “No?” “Well, if you’re okay with it, I’d like to try that with you.” “Can I also put my dick inside of you?” “Sure!” The two friends hugged. “Alright, I’ll go and wash this thing off...” The deer got out of Brandon’s bed, grabbing the toy, and walked off to the bathroom. The bat watched silently as the deer walked off, and heard the sound of the sink’s running water splashing over the dildo. After a minute or so, the deer returned, putting away the toy. “So, how does a bit of cuddling sound before I have to go back into my own bed?” Ignaz asked, while standing on the ladder. “I think I’d like that.” The bat smiled. ----------------- 9:01 PM The tabbycat climbed to his bed while looking back to see the counselor walking towards the entrance. He also saw in the corner of his eye the beagle who was standing next to him. The beagle was climbing into his own bed in the same row, kitty-cornered from the cat’s. The two silently waited as the counselor shut the main lights of the cabin, as well as for the other cubs to get into their beds. Not two seconds after the leopard shut the door behind him, the dog and cat made eye contact yet again. Both started to grin at each other. The beagle opened his arms towards the cat, who at the very same moment, leapt from his top bunk into the dog’s bed. The two old friends hugged each other, and started to make out, while letting their two crotches thrust against each other. The dog was wearing boxers, but the cat freeballed it underneath his tank top, only having a pair of socks to complement it. “I missed you, Hector.” The dog said, between kisses. “Yeah, I’ve been waiting since last summer to do this with you again, Gus.” Most of the cubs tried not to pay any mind, some going off to sleep. Others, however, started becoming distracted by the noisier spectacle. -------- 9:20 PM The tabby slammed his rear end pretty hard onto the base of the beagle’s dick. The cub in the top bunk found the bunks moving around comforting as he slept. The movements allowed Gus’s underwear to slowly move further and further down his legs. “...I think they’ve been going at it since lights out.” A nearby voice said. “Wow, they’ve got stamina. Go dudes, go!” Another voice responded. The two of them heard the statements and couldn’t help but start giggling as the cat continued to ride the dog’s penis. -------- 9:44 PM The two lovers started to suck each other off pretty loudly. Hector and Gus enjoyed the familiar taste and texture of the other’s member, letting the nearby cubs know this fact. An elephant had been watching from his opposite bunk the whole time. He’d been rubbing the growing bulge in his jockstrap. “It’s like porn, but I don’t have to be cautious about someone catching me watching it. Because it’s happening right in front of me.” The chubby elephant smiled. The rabbit in the bunk above the elephant was disturbed enough to climb from out of his bunk to have a better look. The sounds of moaning had already given him an erection. The elephant glanced towards the rabbit, being at eye level with his own exposed dick, which was starting to twitch rather violently as he watched. He slowly reached for the hypnotized rabbit’s stubby penis, pushing the glans down with one of his fingers, and watching it bounce back upward. This caught his attention. “It’s hot, isn’t it?” The elephant asked the rabbit. “Wanna fap to them with me?” -------- 10:10 PM The two put the blanket over themselves for a bit. It didn’t take very long for it to get stained with both of their semen. “...And those two dudes over there under the blankets are totally fucking....” a nearby deer said. Both Hector and Gus knew they were being watched the whole time. Neither of them seemed to care. Right now, though, they needed to regain their stamina. “It’s like you haven’t jerked off since last summer when we did this.” “Certainly feels like it. I’ve been jizzing buckets tonight.” Gus responded, panting. “Our balls will be so empty by 11.” Hector smiled. “Yeah...think you’re ready for round 2, babe?” “Ready? I’m waiting for YOU to stop panting.” The cat joked. -------- 10:39 PM - Lovers and Voyeurs The two broke dress code and removed their sweaty, jizz-stained tank tops for a bit. This left Gus with his boxers dangling around one of his ankles, and Hector with just his socks. “I think a switcheroo is in order. Time for you to plow me.” Gus said. The beagle got on all fours on his bed. “Reverse doggy-style. Awesome.” As the cat prepared to rail his boyfriend, more and more onlookers were focusing their attention on the two from the sounds they were making. The elephant and rabbit were silently watching as the two gave each other casual handjobs. “I knew I chose the right camp to be forced to go to this summer.” The rabbit said. “I know, right? My parents thought this was a weight-loss camp. Joke’s on them when I return home just as fat.” The elephant responded. Meanwhile, a few bunks away, a sizable group of cubs were gathering, not quite aware of the disturbance. “Dude, you wanna compare dicks with all of us? It’ll be fun, it’s all judgment-free. We talk about how we like jerking it and stuff.” A kangaroo asked a nearby rat, who seemed to be ready to go to bed. “Uhhh...maybe? No one’s gonna laugh at my balls?” “Naw. See that pig there, he’s got almost no shaft at all, but he’s happy to show us. No one’s laughing at him.” The underendowed pig saw the gesture towards him, smiled and waved at the rat, and beckoned him over. “Besides, it’s against the rules. We all have slightly different tools, man. S’fun to share them with friends. If you don’t want to though dude, that’s okay.” “Hmm, okay. I’ll join you. Don’t we all have to be in our beds soon though?” “Won’t be long, and we’ve got, I dunno, 15 minutes?” The kangaroo and rat walked to the edge of the cabin. The kangaroo started the little meeting. “Evening, guys. No more hesitation. If you’ve got undies on, let ‘em fall.” Some cubs slightly lowered their underwear to reveal their genitals. Others did as said and let their boxers, briefs, or jockstraps drop to the finished wood floor. Some only needed to lift up their tank tops, and others still were exposed from the get-go. The huge variance in penis length, presence of remaining foreskin, and scrotum girth among the group was astounding to the rat. The cubs all looked at each others’ genitals, silently admiring each other. It didn’t seem weird that a couple of their penises started to twitch happily. “Alright, let’s start with one of our veterans, the pig. How do you like to play with that cute little weenie of yours, bud?” “Well, I-” “Oooooooohhh!” A very loud moan was heard from Hector and Gus’s bed. The entire group of dick comparers turned their attention to them. Ignaz and Brandon stopped cuddling for a moment to see what was going on. Lou and Jones looked up from the monkey’s iPad. The sound was enough to wake Carlo up as well. Alban and Dieterich also woke up from their sleep all the way across the cabin to witness the sound. The rabbit and elephant already had their attention on the two. The moan was enough to bring both of them to climax, jizzing into the other’s hand. With almost the entire male cabin now watching the two fuck, they decided to give them a show to make everyone’s first night at the camp memorable. Hector grabbed hold of Gus, switching the position of the two in the bed, with the cat now laying on the mattress, and the beagle sitting on top of him. The tabby thrust rather deeply into Gus’s hole, moving in and out swiftly, and broadly. “Oh god, yes...Keep fucking me...” Gus responded. The cubs who were uninterested in seeing the two guys have sex went back to sleep or back to their own devices, as well as the ones who were interested, but had already nutted in the past hour or so. The rather large group of cubs who were about to explain their masturbation habits, however, decided to show, rather than tell. All of them were turned on at the spectacle, playing with themselves as they watched the two boyfriends passionately having sex. “Oh geez, that’s fucking hot.” “That’s it, fuck that dog. Fuck his balls off.” “Ahhh, if only I had someone to do that with...” “How long have they been fucking? I don’t think I’ve got the stamina to go that long.” “Watch that beagle’s dick! It’s like Meatspin!” “You spin me right round, baby, right round...” “Hahahahaha!” A small group of cubs laughed at the reference. “Oh god...gonna fuckin’ blow all over this floor....” The group of onlookers continued to masturbate furiously, adding their own comments and light-hearted jokes to the commotion. Many of them were just about ready to shoot off their loads. “Oh god...Gus, I’m gonna cum inside you...” “Fill me up, bud...yeeeessss...” “Here it com- ahhugh!” Hector slammed his dick inside of his beagle boyfriend, filling him up with his seed. The pressure on the dog’s prostate was enough to make him shoot out some more semen as well. As the two rested, they finally switched their attention towards the onlookers again. Some were shooting their own loads onto the wood floor, others, who’d already finished, quietly applauded the two for going at it for nearly 2 hours. “That was a great show, guys. You might want to keep a little quieter next time though, you woke up just about everyone.” The kangaroo said. The tabby blushed, and the beagle gave an embarrassed grin. A voice from the other end of the cabin started shouting. “Guys! It’s 10:59! Turn off all your lights, quickly!” The message couldn’t get everyone running back to their beds faster. Gus scrambled to free Hector to allow him to run to his bunk as the two rushed to put their tank tops back on. The onlookers dashed to their beds, dodging any semen that had fallen on the floor, and the rabbit sitting with the elephant quickly climbed his ladder back to his own bunk. Ignaz gave Brandon a quick peck on the cheek before climbing back to his bed. Lou shut off his iPad and light while Jones scrambled down his ladder, almost falling off to get into his own bed. Carlo, Alban, and Dieterich, aside from being awoken again by the shouting, already had their lights off and just wanted to doze off again without any further interruption. ----------------- 8:00 AM The sound of the distant bugle was loudly broadcasted over the PA in each cabin, waking every cub up. Some groaned over not being able to sleep in, others quietly did their morning stretch, and started their own personal morning routine, whether it was to immediately change into their day clothing, or to jump into the showers. Chatter filled the cabin yet again, as each cub got ready to start their day’s activities. “Ready for our morning swim, my cute little koala? I know a few places in the lake that the counselors don’t monitor, heh heh.” “Oh, I didn’t know we were in the same cabin! Do you think we might be able to do some underwater swordfighting there?” “So, how about a little bass clef sectional a little later? We can practice our parts together, chat some more about which composers liked it in the butt, and what fruits I should start eating.” “Did I hear ‘sectional’? Can a tuba-playing beaver join in on this? ...Blah, another thing I have to deal with while working for a car, dragging my damn tuba around...” “A weight-loss camp? How’d they get that out of ‘body-positivity’?” “I’m so sorry if we woke you up above us, it’s been a long year apart for the two of us. We both like making things shake, heh.” “Not at all, I live near a train station at home, you guys were actually helping me fall asleep with your rumbling, it’s too quiet out here. Keep fucking every night.” “Hey, weasel dude! Check out my morning wood. S’like an actual bone in there.” “Wow, that thing’s harder than an NES game.”