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One was his dick, which was hard and throbbing underneath his warm sleeping bag.\nThe other was the sensation of fabric squeezing against his face and snout. Smelly, moist fabric. \nThe hare inhaled deeply and almost coughed, as his friend's musky sock was firmly resting against the side of his face, smearing his funky sweat all over. Corey had opted to remove his socks as was best practice, but Daniel always went to sleep with his socks on, and the well-worn garments were absolutely stinking up the tent. \nSomehow, the tiger had zipped up his sleeping bag and was on top of it, snoring loudly, his whole body on display, red-dotted underwear keeping his crotch modest. \n\nCorey always slept naked, and his pecker was grinding against the fabric of his own sleeping bag, already a little damp with precum. \nHe inhaled deeply again, and then turned his face to press his nose directly into the ball of the tiger's footpaw, sniffing deeply again and again, while he reached down for his member before getting an idea. He rummaged with his paw in the darkness, and found his discarded socks, half-dried underneath the sleeping bag, as they were only allowed one pair on this survival hike and had to make them dry while sleeping, something Daniel obviously didn't care about. \nGently and softly, careful not to move about too much, still keeping his nose firmly against the smelly sock, Corey rummaged underneath his sleeping bag, folding his sock and putting it on like a condom, his dick buzzing as he felt the sweaty wetness envelop his organ, the stretchy fabric gripping his cock in a different way as he began to stroke himself off.\n\nThe hare had been playing around with his own socks for a while, but he had never anticipated the torrent of horniness inside his body as his nose was subjected to another boy's intense musk, much less so his best friend's!\nStill, he made up his mind to get the most out of the situation, and wormed himself a little backwards, angling his torso a little, so that his head was at the base of the tiger's feet, Daniel snoring like a miniature saw-works. \nCorey reached for the two smelly footpaws and pulled them together, and then rested his snout in the middle, slowly craning his head from side to side, up and down, sniffing and snuffling every inch of the oblivious tiger's socks, gently, softly, painstakingly slowly jerking himself off. \n\nThe tiger giggled as he made a too-hard pass along the underside, and kicked out in his sleep, grinding his sweat alongside Corey's muzzle and then stretching his toes and wiggling them, pitterpatters of musky notes getting all over the hare's headfur. \nThis only spurred the horny boy on, and he masturbated just a little bit faster, huffing and moaning softly as his face was inundated with Daniel's musk. The tiger giggled again, and made a sort of a forceful shove, which pushed his left footpaw and his sock-covered toes to go [i]inside[/i] Corey's muzzle, effectively gagging him and muting his moans as he just jerked off even harder. \n\nBreathing exclusively through his mouth now, making sure to savour the paw-sweat on his tongue, Corey finally crashed over the edge, climaxing the hardest he ever had in his young life, filling his sock with spurt after spurt of his developing seed as he huffed and suckled his way through his orgasm. He kept on sniffing and munching on the sweat-dripping sock for a while as he came down, almost delirious with horniness, masturbating himself slowly, sensing his member softening and then hardening again from the olfactory assault. \n\nThis time, Corey took his time, the hare gently rubbing his member through the slimy and moist sock while he crammed his nose against the bottom, sides and even top of his friend's dirty socks, the tiger utterly out of it and snoring all the same. \nThe orgasm was slow to arrive, especially as he tried to keep it as silent as possible, and he practically saw moon and stars as he came a second time, fully emptying his balls into his sock which was even more soggy than Daniel's now. \n\nSomehow, Corey could just go on, his youthful vigour enabling his member to soften and then harden again, and he reached underneath his sleeping bag and found his other sock, wrapping it around the first with some difficulty, the sensation on his chafing member even more alien. \nIt might have been 15 or it might have been 60 minutes in the young hare's mind until he climaxed a third time, seed oozing through and turning both his socks into musky cumrags, his nomming and sniffing on his friend's socks turning those wetter than they even were before. \n\nFinally, he pulled off the socks on by one with loud squelches, huffing and moaning slightly, footmusk clouding his senses, his last coherent thoughts circling around if his socks would dry out enough for the hike the next day. \n\nWhen morning came and they were woken up, and very sleepy Corey quickly found out that was not the case, and he spent the next part of their survival hike feeling his cum slipping around inside his boots, the boy making sure to keep his distance from the others as he knew he still stunk like hell from his friend's musky footpaws.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Left paw.
Right paw.
Left paw.
Right paw.

Corey was in a kind of trance as he put his footpaws along the dirt path one after the other, his rucksack weighing him down, his posture showing his exhaustion.

Scoutmaster Miller had led his troop on a survival hike where they had been on the move for the better part of 10 hours, traversing hilly and woody terrain while carrying their gear on their back.
The hardest had been the "evacuation" exercise, where the young scouts had been positioned at the bottom of a hill and ordered to throw off their baggage, instead having to pick each other up and carry their partner all the way up a hill and down again with their much heavier baggage over their shoulders.

The young hare felt a crick in his neck and right shoulder from how the weight of his best friend Daniel had taxed his muscles to their utmost, and he remembered how he almost failed, only the incessant barking of the scoutmaster and his advice to tighten up his core muscles and distribute the weight effectively enabling him to complete the arduous task.
Still, even if it had been hard, the hare had been proud of himself, although this last stretch of their march was something close to agony, with his footpaws complaining and his back aching.
Looking around, Corey could see that he wasn't the only one, the other members of the troop staggering along the trail with glazed eyes and tired postures, as wrecked as he was.
Scoutmaster Miller was looking chipper as ever, though he noticed the cubs' exhaustion, and shouted out a promise to make camp on top of the next hill.

The cubs perked up at this, and the hill wasn't that hard to traverse and the boys went to work setting up camp, collecting firewood, digging a latrine, all according to pre-planned roles they had made before the trip.
Being a bloodhound, Scoutmaster Miller had a deep and barking voice, but all the cubs smiled seraphically when he praised them for their efforts and their teamwork, while he prepared their meal for the evening together with Anton and Tunis.
Corey's mouth turned to a frown when he smelled what was cooking, some kind of soup with canned tuna as the meat component, but the scoutmaster told him with all the certainty of a former soldier that is was important to savour any meal when out on patrol, and that any kind of protein was better than none.
Besides, he had added slyly after the meal had been served, providing the young hare with an option for salt, pepper and paprika for flavouring, almost any meal could be seasoned to be delicious.
The hare didn't exactly agree, but he did manage to scarf down his portion, even taking another serving to fill his grumbling stomach that was desperate for fuel after the long day.

Soon it was time for bed, and Corey made his way inside his small tent together with Daniel, the two cubs jostling each other tiredly, before undressing, getting inside their sleeping bags and sleeping in opposite directions.
Five years ago, when they were just starting out as first-graders in the cubscouts, they hadn't bothered with that, but as they had aged, so had their sensibilities changed, and they bid each other a good night and almost immediately fell asleep.

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In the middle of the night, Corey awoke to two different sensations. One was his dick, which was hard and throbbing underneath his warm sleeping bag.
The other was the sensation of fabric squeezing against his face and snout. Smelly, moist fabric.
The hare inhaled deeply and almost coughed, as his friend's musky sock was firmly resting against the side of his face, smearing his funky sweat all over. Corey had opted to remove his socks as was best practice, but Daniel always went to sleep with his socks on, and the well-worn garments were absolutely stinking up the tent.
Somehow, the tiger had zipped up his sleeping bag and was on top of it, snoring loudly, his whole body on display, red-dotted underwear keeping his crotch modest.

Corey always slept naked, and his pecker was grinding against the fabric of his own sleeping bag, already a little damp with precum.
He inhaled deeply again, and then turned his face to press his nose directly into the ball of the tiger's footpaw, sniffing deeply again and again, while he reached down for his member before getting an idea. He rummaged with his paw in the darkness, and found his discarded socks, half-dried underneath the sleeping bag, as they were only allowed one pair on this survival hike and had to make them dry while sleeping, something Daniel obviously didn't care about.
Gently and softly, careful not to move about too much, still keeping his nose firmly against the smelly sock, Corey rummaged underneath his sleeping bag, folding his sock and putting it on like a condom, his dick buzzing as he felt the sweaty wetness envelop his organ, the stretchy fabric gripping his cock in a different way as he began to stroke himself off.

The hare had been playing around with his own socks for a while, but he had never anticipated the torrent of horniness inside his body as his nose was subjected to another boy's intense musk, much less so his best friend's!
Still, he made up his mind to get the most out of the situation, and wormed himself a little backwards, angling his torso a little, so that his head was at the base of the tiger's feet, Daniel snoring like a miniature saw-works.
Corey reached for the two smelly footpaws and pulled them together, and then rested his snout in the middle, slowly craning his head from side to side, up and down, sniffing and snuffling every inch of the oblivious tiger's socks, gently, softly, painstakingly slowly jerking himself off.

The tiger giggled as he made a too-hard pass along the underside, and kicked out in his sleep, grinding his sweat alongside Corey's muzzle and then stretching his toes and wiggling them, pitterpatters of musky notes getting all over the hare's headfur.
This only spurred the horny boy on, and he masturbated just a little bit faster, huffing and moaning softly as his face was inundated with Daniel's musk. The tiger giggled again, and made a sort of a forceful shove, which pushed his left footpaw and his sock-covered toes to go inside Corey's muzzle, effectively gagging him and muting his moans as he just jerked off even harder.

Breathing exclusively through his mouth now, making sure to savour the paw-sweat on his tongue, Corey finally crashed over the edge, climaxing the hardest he ever had in his young life, filling his sock with spurt after spurt of his developing seed as he huffed and suckled his way through his orgasm. He kept on sniffing and munching on the sweat-dripping sock for a while as he came down, almost delirious with horniness, masturbating himself slowly, sensing his member softening and then hardening again from the olfactory assault.

This time, Corey took his time, the hare gently rubbing his member through the slimy and moist sock while he crammed his nose against the bottom, sides and even top of his friend's dirty socks, the tiger utterly out of it and snoring all the same.
The orgasm was slow to arrive, especially as he tried to keep it as silent as possible, and he practically saw moon and stars as he came a second time, fully emptying his balls into his sock which was even more soggy than Daniel's now.

Somehow, Corey could just go on, his youthful vigour enabling his member to soften and then harden again, and he reached underneath his sleeping bag and found his other sock, wrapping it around the first with some difficulty, the sensation on his chafing member even more alien.
It might have been 15 or it might have been 60 minutes in the young hare's mind until he climaxed a third time, seed oozing through and turning both his socks into musky cumrags, his nomming and sniffing on his friend's socks turning those wetter than they even were before.

Finally, he pulled off the socks on by one with loud squelches, huffing and moaning slightly, footmusk clouding his senses, his last coherent thoughts circling around if his socks would dry out enough for the hike the next day.

When morning came and they were woken up, and very sleepy Corey quickly found out that was not the case, and he spent the next part of their survival hike feeling his cum slipping around inside his boots, the boy making sure to keep his distance from the others as he knew he still stunk like hell from his friend's musky footpaws.

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