It was 3am and I was standing in my bathroom in my underwear, phone in my left hand and ready to take pictures. I was meant to leave in the morning to pick Tyler up from his house so we could go on our camping trip, but I couldn't sleep. I was too excited, and horny, for that. I struck a pose in the mirror, big smile on my face, tail perked up, body turned just slightly, and right hand up in a peace sign. I took the picture, making sure it got all my best features. If Tyler hadn't pawed off already tonight, he would be soon. My phone vibrated. It was Tyler, of course. We had been texting for the last half an hour because neither one of us could sleep.

	“Of course I'm alone. Why? Did something happen?” He asked. I couldn't tell if he really didn't know what I was getting at or if he was just messing around to turn me on.

	“You're sure you're alone? Nobody's looking over your shoulder or anything?” I replied. I wanted to be very sure of this before I sent the pictures. I put my paw on my dick to help it show better in my underwear. Ringer style Hanes boxer briefs, gray with blue elastic, fly, and leg holes. I took another picture.

	“Dude, it's sooo early. Why would anyone be looking at my phone?” He asked.

	“I'm going to send you something that I don't want anyone else to see.” I texted back. One last picture, I knew exactly what kind I wanted to send. I put a thumb under the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled to show my 4 inch dick. I had told Tyler it was 4.5 inches before because I wanted him to think it was impressive and I was pretty sure he wouldn't notice. I took the last picture before he sent the next message.

	“Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret.” He said.

	I hit send to give him the pictures. My heart was racing, but I couldn't take it back, I'd just have to trust him not to let anyone else see. A couple seconds passed and I sent another text. “Please delete these when you're done.” But what if he wants to look at them later? I sent another, “unless you want to keep them. That's cool too. Just save them somewhere nobody will look.” Is this ok? What if he doesn't want them? Why isn't he saying anything? I sent yet another text. “Do you like them?”

	It took a few seconds for him to respond. “Dude! You're the best!!!! Now I won't have to just think about you anymore!”

	I let out the breath I had been holding. He liked them. I thought about asking him to send me some, but he was too shy for that kind of thing. I'd have to settle for seeing him in person. Maybe I could convince him to let me take pictures of him in the tent, he'd have a harder time saying no if I was there when I asked.

	Confidently, I opened the door to the bathroom so I could go back to my room and paw off, and barely held back a yip. Standing right in front of me was Del, Derrick's best friend. The 17 year old cheetah boy was standing there in nothing but his boxers. He didn't ever care who saw him in his underwear, only bothering to put on pants if Derrick insisted, which he only ever did if our parents were going to see him. He had a big, impressive tent in his boxers and I wondered, not for the first time, how big he was under there.

	“Oops, sorry Buddy, I didn't mean to scare you like that.” Del said. He was always a lot nicer than Derrick, it was part of the reason I used to have a big crush on him. “Can't sleep? I see you're having the same problem I am.” He looked down to emphasize this. 

	I looked down at my comparatively small tent and remembered I was wearing just my underwear. I heard myself squeak as I ran back to my room. Only Tyler had ever seen me in my undies before, nobody else until now, and Del just saw a lot more than just that. Hopefully he wouldn't tell anyone. The worst part was, him seeing me excited me even more. I shut my door harder than I meant to and slid down to the floor, blocking anyone from coming in.

	It didn't take long for my mind to go back to just how horny I was. I started pulled my dick out of the fly of my underwear and started stroking, trying to think more about Aiden than Del. Aiden was my boyfriend after all, thinking about Del while I pawed off would be just like cheating.

	It didn't take too long for me to finish. I made sure to get all my cum onto my underwear so I wouldn't have to clean it off my fur, and then took it off to hide in my pile of dirty clothes I had sitting in the corner of my room. My phone vibrated while I was looking around my underwear drawer for a clean pair to put on. I decided on the ones I had taken from Tyler. Light blue Fruit of the Looms with helicopters printed on it. It was really cubby, but they'd be fun to wear tonight. I pulled them up and checked my phone.

	“I finished.” Tyler had said. My phone vibrated again when I received the next text. “Don't worry, I deleted the messages and saved the pictures somewhere nobody will look.”

	Knowing he thought the pictures were good enough to save made me wish he was nearby so I could hug him tightly. “I want you to wear your baseball pair today. You know the one.” I sent back. I was already planning our time tonight.

	“Okay. I'll do it. But why do you want me to wear that cubby pair?” He sent this as three messages.

	“Because they're perfect for you, my little kit.” I liked teasing him. I always liked calling him “kit,” it embarrassed him but also sent his tail wagging. Getting to call him “my kit” was even better. I pulled my pajamas on and managed to get a little sleep before it was time to leave.


	It was Del who woke my up. “Come on, Aiden, it's time to go camping. Come on, Buddy, wake up.”

	“You're being too nice.” Derrick said, you have to do it like this. “Aiden! Get up now or we're leaving you!”

	I shot up immediately, there was no way I was missing this. It was mine and Tyler's camping trip, not his. I shot up and hurried to get my shirt and socks on.

	“That wasn't very nice of you. You're not going to be this mean while we're out, are you?” Del said. When Derrick told Mom and Dad that Del was coming with us, I was immediately relieved. I knew Del would keep him from bothering Tyler and me as much as possible.

	Derrick tried to keep a serious look on his face, but he had accepted the cheetah boy's dominance a long time ago. He looked away, “no. I'll leave them alone.”

	I already had my things packed, so I just had to carry my backpack down to the car. Dad was downstairs drinking coffee and waiting to drive us out. When we were ready to go, Del and Derrick argued a little over who would sit in the front seat. Derrick insisted it should be Del since he was older and bigger, but Del said it should be Derrick because otherwise he'd be sitting in the back with me and Tyler. In the end, Del won. He was the only one who could actually get Derrick to give in in an argument. Dad drove the car across the street so Tyler wouldn't have to go far to get in. Tyler was already running out of his house to get to us. He put his backpack in the trunk and sat between me and Del. As excited as he clearly was, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep with his head resting on my shoulder. I decided I might as well get a little more sleep, too.

	We woke up about an hour later when the car got to the trail that we would use to head to our campsite. We got out, grabbed our things, and started walking. Tyler, Derrick, and I had our backpacks on while Del was pulling the wagon full of supplies. Dad drove off once we were out of sight.

	“Hey, if you guys get tired of carrying your stuff, you can always put it in the wagon. There's room.” Del told us.

	“They can carry it.” Derrick growled. “You're already doing most of the work.”

	“I don't mind,” Del insisted. We held on to our backpacks, though, even when they started to feel heavy halfway through the walk. Del spent the walk talking, like he normally did. Sometimes he'd point out a plant or a bug and tell us about it. Sometimes, he'd put an arm around Derrick's shoulders and pull him in close. Derrick would allow it for a couple seconds before twisting out of the bigger boy's grip. His reaction made Del laugh.

	Watching Del do that made me decide I could do it to Tyler. They wouldn't question it if Del was doing the same thing. I moved close to Tyler and put an arm around his shoulders in a sideways hug. His tail started wagging and hitting mine with every sweep. Of course, mine was doing the same.

	We got to the campsite eventually. Not too soon, either, I was tired of carrying my backpack. I dropped it and sagged to the ground. Del and Derrick got to work putting their tent up and, after a few minutes of rest, Tyler and I started with ours.

	“If you guys need any help, just let us know, OK?” Del said after a few minutes of work.

	“We can do it.” I assured him.

	“I know you can pitch a tent, but this is a little more complicated.” Del was grinning as he said this.

	It took a few moments for me to realize he was talking about this morning. I really hoped he wouldn't say anything else about it. Tyler and I finished putting up our smaller but still pretty big tent. It was dark blue, almost gray, and reminded me of an igloo with the way it was shaped. Derrick and Del had finished theirs a lot sooner and were working on the cook pit. Tyler and I slipped into our tent.

	“I like Del.” He told me.

	“I do too. He's always been nice to me.” I said.

	“Yeah. Oh, I brought a bug book so we can try to find some rare bugs! Won't that be fun?” He crouched down in front of his backpack. His tail was wagging and the back of his pants pulled down in the crouch to reveal his Fruit of the Looms boxer briefs. He was wearing the pair I wanted him to, the light blue ones with the baseballs and baseball bats on it. I felt myself stiffen in my pants, but it was too early to do anything with it, I didn't want Del or, even worse, Derrick walking in on us while we were pawing off. But maybe I could have a little fun. I snuck up on him and, when he pulled his book out, I gently pushed him to the floor of the tent. 

	“What are you doing?” He asked, sounding innocent. His tail was wagging. I forced him to lay on his belly and, while pressing down on his back with one hand, I used the other to reach for the waistband of his pants. It was still low enough to expose the elastic of his underwear. I pulled up on the back of his pants to look inside, getting a yip from him. His tail was still wagging, though, so I knew he was enjoying it.

	“Good, you're wearing the ones I told you to wear.” I said.

	“Y-yeah. So?” He was trying to sound like he didn't care, it made him seem even cuter than he already was.

	“Hmmm, I just wanted to check.” I wouldn't tell him how much of his boxer briefs were exposed when he was crouching. Not yet, I'd find another time to tease him about that. I slowly lowered his waistband back into place, being careful to position it so that it was actually covering his undies this time. He was squirming a little as I did this, but didn't actually fight to get out of my grasp.

	“I wanna see yours now.” He demanded.

	“Later.” I told him. He was still embarrassed to have his underwear seen if he couldn't also see mine.

	“That's not fair, you just looked at mine.” He argued.

	“I showed you mine last night.” I reminded him. “And you got to have your fun with those pictures while I had to make due with just thinking about you.” I leaned in and whispered, “but don't worry, I'm going to have some of my own pictures of you by the time we go home.”

	I pulled back, he was flustered, shifting around where he stood. I wouldn't force him to let me take pictures, not if he was really against it, but it wouldn't be fair if he didn't let me have some.

	“Come on out, guys!” Del called, “It's time for lunch!”

	We raced out of the tent, hunger distracting us from our earlier fun. They had put a big picnic blanket on the ground and had four paper plates with sandwiches on them. Derrick was already eating his and had a big pile of chips to go with it.

	“Just let me know when you think it's enough.” Del said as he started pouring chips onto Tyler's plate.

	“That's good.” Tyler sang out after getting a pile of chips on his plate. He was eating more, now,  maybe he was also having a growth spurt. Del started pouring chips onto my plate, giving me the same instructions.

	“That's good.” I said when he had given me a pile that was a little bigger than Tyler's. I wasn't going to let Tyler get bigger than me.

	Del sat down and put some chips on his plate before he started eating. We ate and Del did most of the talking, but he also did his best to include everyone. After we finished eating lunch and packing up the picnic stuff, Tyler grabbed his bug book so we could go find some rare bugs. We didn't find any rare ones, but we did have fun identifying what we did find.

	That night, after dinner, we were all sitting around the campfire roasting marshmallows to make s'mores. Tyler roasted his slowly, trying to burn them as little as possible and picking off the parts that did burn. Once, his entire marshmallow caught fire and he couldn't blow it out in time to keep it all from turning black. His ears folded down as he looked down at the thing. I took his stick away from him and ate the marshmallow off of it, I liked them better that way. I licked the residue that was on the stick still before giving it back to him. He was grinning at me while he put his new marshmallow on it and tried again.

	“This is the perfect time to tell ghost stories.” Del said. He leaned back and started. “Once-”

	“No! Please don't!” Tyler cried out. He was easily scared, especially of ghosts.

	“If you don't want to hear ghost stories, then you shouldn't have decided to go camping, Cub.” Derrick growled at him.

	“It's OK.” Del said. “We don't have to tell ghost stories.”

	Derrick looked angry, though. I didn't want him to be angry at Tyler, so I scooted closer to him and put an arm around him. “They're just stories. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe.” I whispered to him. “And I'll make sure you forget all about the scary stuff tonight.”

	Tyler nodded. “OK. I'm sorry, Del. I can handle it.”

	Del looked at us for a moment and started telling ghost stories while we roasted our marshmallows. He told a few, had Derrick tell one, and even let me tell one. They were pretty scary, but I had to be brave for Tyler. When we were done with that pack of marshmallows, we decided to go into our tents for the night. I held Tyler close for a few minutes, he seemed to be more focused on laying with me than on the scary stories from earlier.

	“OK.” I said. “Let's do it, Kit.” I pulled his shirt off before pulling off mine.

	“Are you wearing the same ones as in your pictures?” He asked.

	“No.” I said while undoing his pants. I made sure to brush my thumb against his little bulge while I undid his pants and again when I pulled them down. He was already hard. He kicked his pants off and slid away to face me while standing on his knees. I got a good look at him.

	“Now you.” He insisted.

	I laid there and undid my pants for him. He got a big smile on his face when he recognized the little helicopters printed on the pair I was wearing.

	“Yeah yeah, I'm wearing cubby undies, too.” I said.. 

	I laid there, letting him get a good look at his underwear on me. I rubbed myself through my underwear to get us started and he already began leaking pre, the little wet spot was easily noticeable on the light blue of his underwear. He sat down on his legs and started rubbing himself, too. I got up to match his position and knew I'd have to be the first one to whip my dick out, Tyler would never be the first one to do that. I pulled apart my fly, feeling a little spot of pre on my front, and pulled it out so I could start stroking it. Sure enough, Tyler did the same as soon as he saw me doing it. We stroked ourselves a little before I stopped and leaned in to kiss Tyler. I pulled his paws away from his dick and pressed mine to his. I read it was called crossing swords. He moaned a little as I rubbed our dicks together and then grabbed them both to rub them both at the same time.

	“Aha! This is even better than I thought!” It was Derrick, wearing nothing but a pair of red plaid boxers, he had snuck into our tend while we were pawing off together. We screamed and pulled back. I shot my load all over Tyler as we pulled back and, a moment later, felt his jizz hit my chest. Derrick looked shocked. “Oh yeah, this is way better than what I thought I was going to get.” He glared at me, “you thought you could blackmail me? Well guess what! Now I have dirt on you, too.” I hurriedly shoved my dick back into my undies and moved my hand to cover the sticky tent I was sporting. Tyler had done the same, I could see from him that we weren't very successful at hiding our undies, and the white drops of my jizz were clearly visible on his rust colored fur. Derrick laughed, “I didn't know you still wore such cubby little underwear.” He pulled out of the tent, still glaring at me, “Remember, if you tell anyone what you saw last week, I'll tell everyone about this.”

	I don't know how long we were frozen there for, too shocked to move, to clean up, to get dressed. Eventually, though, my need to take care of Tyler broke through my embarrassment. I crawled to get my wet wipes out of my backpack and started to clean my cum off of my boyfriend.

	“He saw us.” Tyler said quietly as I cleaned him off. “He saw everything.”

	“It's OK.” I said. “He won't say anything. He just wanted to embarrass us.” Tyler let me move his hands away from where they were covering his front. He still had a tent going. He let me pull the front of his undies down and clean his dick, a little extra cum dribbled out as I wiped it off. I pulled his stained underwear back up onto him and got started cleaning myself, he took over cleaning me after a moment.

	“Hey Guys?” A soft voice called in from outside the tent. It was Del. “Guys? It's Del. Can I come in? I want to talk to you.” 

	Tyler looked at me, scared of letting Del come in and maybe see us, too. I pulled a blanket over us to hide what we could. “OK. You can come in now.” I said. My voice was shaky.

	Del unzipped the tend and crawled in through to narrow opening in the front of the tent. Like Derrick, he was also in just his boxers, a dark blue plaid pair. “I'm sorry about what Derrick did, you guys. It was really not cool of him, I thought he was just leaving the tent to go pee, I didn't know he was going to do that. I already yelled at him for it. I promise, he won't do it again, he won't ever come in here without your guys' permission and I won't let him out of my sight while we're on this trip, OK? This tent is a safe place for you two to do whatever you want and you don't need to worry about either of us seeing you.”

	“He- he told you?” I asked.

	“Um, yeah. He told me. But he won't tell anybody else. Ever. OK?” Del tried to be reassuring, but I was still angry and embarrassed.

	“I saw Derrick pawing off last week to a picture of you sleeping in your boxers!” I blurted out. Oh crap! Derrick was going to kill me!

	Del was quiet for a moment. “You did? He has a picture like that of me?” I nodded. “Is it on his phone?” I nodded again, too scared to lie to him. “Hmm, well, hmm. And he was pawing off to that picture?” I nodded a third time. “I've never been with a guy before, maybe I can give him a shot though.” He was saying it to himself. “Anyways, don't worry, guy's. Like I said, I'll be extra careful not to let him bother you again. I promise. This is a safe place for you.” He slipped out of the tent. I believed him. Del was always good at making me feel better.

	I looked at Tyler, about to say something to convince him of Del's honesty, but he was clearly already feeling better.

	“I always liked Del.” He told me.

	I nodded. “I- uh- we can try again if you want. I was able to do it twice in a row once.”

	Tyler lifted the blanket and looked down at himself. I looked too, he didn't look like he was ready to go again. “No, maybe we can just cuddle?” The way he asked it, sounding so sweet and hopeful, I couldn't get to him fast enough. I put my arms around his shoulders and squeezed. He pressed himself closer to me, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He managed to free his arms from being pinned by my hug so he could wrap them around me. As much fun as it was finding new ways to cum together, this was just as good. It reminded me that he really did like me.

	“I love you.” I said. It was my first time saying it to anyone other than my parents or my grandma. I was surprised, but I meant it. I wasn't just saying it because we were a couple, I really loved him.

	“I love you too.” He said back. It was soft, quiet, but hearing it was even more important to me than I thought it would be. He rubbed his head against mine, pushed his muzzle into my shoulder, and sighed.

	I don't know how long we sat like that before I forced myself to take one of my arms off him to pull the blanket back over us, this time to keep us warm rather than to hide ourselves. He went to sleep first and I listened to the sound of his breathing until I nodded off too.


We woke up on our own in the morning. I could hear Derrick and Del talking loudly, it sounded like they were by the fire pit. I held Tyler for a few moments before realizing he had already woken up. He had decided to keep laying with me until I was awake.

	“Good morning, Tyler.” I whispered.

	He wriggled forward, pressing himself further into me. “Good morning.”

	I threw the blanket off of us, causing his body to stiffen from embarrassment the way it usually did when his underwear was exposed. It was a cute habit that I hoped he would never lose, the shyness was part of his charm. 

	“I have something for you.” I told him.

	“What is it?” He asked.

	I begrudgingly pulled away from him and crawled over to my backpack where I dug around until I found what I was looking for.

	“I got a new pack of underwear recently, I thought this pair would look good on you.” I said, tossing him a pair of white Hanes boxer briefs. They were ringer style, like the ones I had worn in my pictures to him, his had gray fly lining and leg holes. He held it up to inspect, blocking his face and forcing me to look somewhere else to see if he liked it. Not that I minded. Judging by the little twitch and slight stiffening between his legs, he approved.

	“What are you going to wear?” He asked. I held mine up, the same style except black with yellow. Another twitch showed me what he thought. We removed our dirty undies and slid on the new pairs. As they had done to me when I tried them on, the white underwear really made the outline of Tyler's dick more obvious, giving me a good look at the shape of its head.. He stood up, facing me, holding one arm across his chest and gripping its opposite. “How do I look?”

	It took me a second to form the words, “you look great. I could jizz all over myself just looking at you.” It was true, even after last night, I was already wanting to go at him. He giggled a little.

	“I-I think you look good too.” I walked over, turned him around, and hugged him from behind. It was a dangerous move, pressing myself against him like this when I was already this turned on, but I couldn't resist. The risk of dirtying my underwear was worth the pleasure of having him back in my arms wearing what I gave him.

	I held him for a few seconds before forcing myself to let go, “I think we should get dressed before they start wondering about us.” I said.

	I hurriedly put my pants on, noticing a spot of pre already staining the front of my new underwear. I put my shirt on next, then my socks and shoes and stepped outside with Tyler. Derrick and Del were by the fire pit, cooking something in a pot over a small fire. I couldn't look at Derrick, both because of what he saw of us last night and because of what I told Del.

	“Good morning, Guys! Sleep well? We're making oatmeal!” Del called out when he saw us.

	Tyler pressed a little closer to me. “Hi Del.” I managed to say to him. We sat on the picnic blanket and waited for the oatmeal to be done and served. Del gave us some cinnamon and sugar to go with it.

	“We're going for a walk today, there's a stream like a mile away. Doesn't that sound fun?” He sounded as cheerful as always and I wondered whether or not he said anything to Derrick yet.

	“Sure.” I said.

	We ate and Del filled the silence like normal. “It's a pretty big one, big enough to swim in. There are even fish in it, I went with my Dad once when I was your age and we caught some. Have you guys ever been fishing?” Tyler and I shook our head. “Oh, that's too bad, we'll have to go some other time. I know this great lake for fishing and I can teach you. What about you, Derrick, have you been fishing before or will I be teaching you too?”

	“No, I haven't. We don't have to bring them along when we go, we can go alone.” Derrick said.

	“Aw, we could, but I think it would be nice to teach them how to fish, too. I can teach all of you and we'll have a competition to see who catches the biggest fish.” Del put an arm around Derrick, drawing him in even closer than he normally did. Derrick seemed surprised to have his face pushed into Del's chest but he still waited a second before pushing himself out. 

	We finished eating and started our walk. Del made sure we each had two water bottles and talked to us about the importance of hydration as we walked along the path. It took a little while to get to the stream, but once we did, I could see why Del wanted to show it to us. It really looked beautiful.

	“Wow.” Tyler said. He was staring at the gently flowing water in amazement. It was really blue and we could already see a couple fish swimming around in it.

	“See?” Del said. “Doesn't it make you want to spend all day in it?”

	“Yeah.” Tyler and I said together.

	“Go ahead, hop right in.” Del said. He was removing his shirt.

	“But we didn't bring any swimsuits.” I said to him.

	“That's OK, you can just swim in your underwear. That's what we're going to do.” Del pulled his pants off, revealing a pair of dark green plaid boxers.

	“They probably don't want us to see their cubby little undies.” Derrick growled.

	“Be nice.” Del said. “I know, Derrick, you get ready too. Maybe they'll feel more comfortable if they know we're both doing it.” Derrick looked like he was going to argue, but a rare serious look from Del stopped him. He took his clothes off, too, revealing the same color boxers as Del. Del looked back at us. “See? We're both doing it. We're all guys here. Or, if you really don't want us to see your underwear, you could always swim naked. That's OK too.”

	Tyler got closer to me. “N-no. We don't need to swim today.”

	“Hmm, well, you guys can go further downstream and swim down there if you really don't want to swim with us. Don't worry, we won't come over, I promise.” He looked at Derrick. “That'll give us time to discuss some things.”

	I thought about it. The water did look nice, swimming in it sounded really fun. “Come on, Tyler, let's do it.” I said.

	I pulled Tyler with me and we followed the steam down. Behind me, I could hear Del say, “So I hear you have a certain picture of me on your phone?”

	“What?” Derrick yelled in shock. “No- I- it's not like that! It's just a prank, I'll delete it!”

	I started running with Tyler in tow, I didn't want to be nearby when they talked about that. We went a good distance downstream until we got to a large, flat white rock laying next to the water. I climbed up and Tyler followed me.

	“Are we really swimming in our underwear?” Tyler asked me. He looked unsure but also excited.

	“Yeah, it'll be fun. It's just us, right? Nobody else is out here and Del will keep Derrick away.” I held his hands and pulled him closer to me. Our muzzles almost touched. “I want to swim with you. We don't have to do it if you don't want to, but I think it sounds fun. Besides, I've never been swimming in my underwear. Will you do it with me?”

	He nodded. “I guess it's OK. You promise no one will see?”

	“I promise.” I said.

	He pulled back and removed his shirt, then undid the button to his pants, showing just a little of the black elastic before stopping to wait for me to catch up. This was more than he normally did without me. I started taking off my clothes and, when I caught up to him, we pulled our pants off together.

	“Del really doesn't care if he's in his boxers.” Tyler said.

	“Yeah, he's always been like that.” I agreed. “I remember when we were little, he'd even walk around in his tighty whities. Derrick was like us, but when Del was over, he'd do it too.” I walked up to Tyler and gave him a little wedgie. He yipped, but his tail was wagging. “Are you ready?” I asked.

	He ran and jumped into the stream, squealing when his head surfaced. “It's cold!” He shouted. 

	I jumped in and made a similar sound. We started swimming to heat up. I swam over to Tyler and splashed him, causing him to scream and splash back. We chased each other, splashing water and laughing. The fish avoided us, but Tyler wanted to see if we could catch any. We couldn't but it was fun trying anyways, especially when we actually managed to touch one. We swam for a couple hours before deciding we were done. I was starting to get hungry and we hadn't brought any food with us. We climbed back onto the big white rock and laid in the sun.

	“That was great.” Tyler said. I looked over at him, his white boxer briefs had gone transparent from the water, showing the rusty color of his fur underneath. It clung to him, detailing everything even more than it already had. I realized we had just spent several hours playing in our underwear without thinking of what we normally do in it. Just this little glance told me that was about to change.

	“Yeah.” I agreed. We laid there, I kept taking little glances over at him, feeling myself stiffen in response. “Hey. You know, it'll take longer to dry if we're wearing these. Our fur is going to hold the water in and, you know.” I didn't know how to finish the sentence.

	He looked down at himself and seemed to notice for the first time how transparent his underwear had gotten. His hand moved to cover him, but he moved them back to his side. “Yeah, um, I guess we should take these off, huh?”

	“Yep. You first.” I said.

	“Why me?” He asked. “I already took my clothes off first.”

	“Well, your undies already aren't hiding anything.” I told him.

	“Shut up.” He said.

	“Plus I want you to do it.” I said.

	“Well maybe I want you to take yours off first.”

	We stood up and I lunged at him, reaching to pull his underwear down. I could see him getting hard in them. He jumped out of the way, laughing as he did. He ran at me, trying to do the same, but I put my hands on his shoulders and held him back. We were locked in place, but I was stronger, I was pushing him down until he threw his weight to the side, knocking us both down. I got to my knees and leapt at him, but he rolled out of the way and got on top of me instead. I felt his bulge rub against my butt and pushed myself back into his boner, causing him to moan and lose his balance. I knocked him over, flipped him onto his belly, and pinned him in place, being careful not to let him distract me the way I had done to him. I sat on his back and leaned forward. His struggling weakened until he gave up.

	“I'm going to take your underwear off now.” I said directly into his ear. He nodded but didn't say anything. I got up slowly, keeping a hand on the small of his back. It wouldn't actually prevent him from moving, but it reminded him that I had won. I slipped one hand under his black waistband and dragged my other hand down through his fur until it too was in position. I pulled his underwear down, the wet fabric resisted, but I managed. The movement of it pulled his dick, too, causing it to point down between his legs and giving me a good look at it and his balls. He was still hard.

	“Don't move.” I told him, trying to growl as I did to let him know I was serious. It was a new angle I was seeing him at and I wanted to remember this for later. I pulled his underwear down all the way and took them off. They turned inside out as I did so, so I righted them and laid them out in the sun to dry. I checked on Tyler, he was laying still like I told him. “Good Kit.” I said as I removed my underwear and laid it next to his. I walked back over to him and ran my finger along the length of his still hard dick. His body stiffened in response, but he didn't move more than that. “Just think, if I didn't win, I never would've gotten to see you like this. I wouldn't even know I wanted to.” I laid next to him, carefully positioning myself just like him.

	“Can I move yet?” Tyler asked.

	“Sure.” I said.

	He wiggled closer to me until our sides were touching and then stopped. “This is nice.” He said. He stayed still for a few moments before turning over. “I can't wait anymore, Aiden.” I watched him grip his shaft and look to me, probably waiting for me to join in. I did, flipping over and starting to rub myself. We didn't do anything special, just stroking our dicks for the next minute. It didn't take long to cum, not after our wrestling match a moment ago. I pointed my dick at him when I could feel the pressure building and shot all over him again. The white liquid coated his chest and he came onto himself a moment after.

	“Looks like somebody needs to get cleaned up.” I teased.

	“But I was just getting dry.” He whined. He stood and got back into the water, rinsing himself off and coming back to lay on top of me, dripping water onto me. I pushed him off and we laid next to each other, content to enjoy the heat of the sun.

	We got dressed maybe an hour later and started walking back to where we had left Derrick and Del. They were sitting together, Derrick had his head laying on Del's shoulder and had one of Del's arms wrapped around him. I had never seen Derrick look so calm and happy before. When they saw us, though, Derrick jerked away from his friend and glared at us. His glare softened when Del said something in his ear, though.

	“Hey guys! Are you ready to go back? You sure spent a long time down there, I bet you had fun, didn't you?” Del called. We ran up to them and told Del about how we almost caught a couple fish.

	“That's great.” He said. “Come on, Derrick, looks like they're ready to head back.”

	Derrick stood and the four of us walked back to our campsite and spent the rest of the day relaxing. When we got to our tent, Tyler leaned into me. 

	“I let you win, you know.” He said.

	“Is that what you've been telling yourself?” I asked him. He dropped and pantsed me. “Hey!” I yelled, falling onto him. I held him down while I kicked my pants off to free my legs up to wrap around him. Tyler struggled lightly while I pulled his pants off of him. “Just because you like losing doesn't mean you lost on purpose.” I said, holding him in place. The day's fun had worn us out and we went to sleep not long later.