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Spring sunlight filtered through the trees above as Jake and Kyle trudged up the mountain trail. White, puffy clouds hung in a deep blue sky over the valley below and the gravel crunched beneath two pairs of hiking boots. Backpacks rustled and zippers clinked amid the sounds of birds chirping in the rustling leaves of trees overhead.

Kyle brought up the rear, the grey timber wolf staring up and straight ahead. He was panting openly, a trademark of his canine bloodline. Perspiration dripped down his neck and into the crook of his white t-shirt under the mid-afternoon heat. The sweat left a wet spot at the collar that extended down into the cloth clinging to his muscled chest and abs.

Most of his fur was the common silver that appeared to shine in the afternoon sun, but it wasn't all uniform. Lighter grey covered his chest and his abs, flowing down his inner thighs around his groin, covered now by a pair of green cargo shorts. The fur on the rest of his legs were darker in color than his inner thighs and currently mostly obscured by a pair of knee-high socks. A gold septum ring bounced upon his nose as he walked, a ring that had become a symbol of pride for the young wolf. It had taken an internal struggle with his own fear to even get the piercing in the first place; wearing it was like a badge of courage for Kyle. The boots that he wore were Highlands, which had the trademark 'mountain' logo along the side. An expensive pair, but a purchase that the grey-furred timber wolf was more than happy to make.

Although his wolverine friend, Jake, was dressed similarly in a white tee and black shorts, he appeared to be even warmer than Kyle and there were similar sweat stains beginning to form in the middle of his shirt. Whenever a cool gust of wind blew past the pair, Kyle could see the same familiar shimmer of perspiration that would appear along Jake's sides and shoulders during an intense rugby practice.

Rather than follow their rugby teammates to Miami for spring break, the two had agreed to make the trip to the Virginia mountains, and the quiet, cool air was a welcome relief from the bustle of college life. It had been several years since Jake had hiked these mountains; his family had taken trips here in the past, but recently they simply hadn't had the time. In truth, a quieter hike with only two was much nicer than a noisy family of four.

Kyle was happy to be out in nature, since Miami had treated him poorly last time. As much as he enjoyed his teammates' company, they did like their hard liquor, and he could recall stumbling his way back to the hotel room while trying to evade the police. On top of that, everyone else there had better luck with women than he did, and after a while he just gave up trying to get laid altogether. It was not a fun experience, and the wolf had been looking for any excuse to avoid that situation this year. When Jake had offered a nice, relaxing hike through the Virginia State Nature Reserve, Kyle jumped at the opportunity. After all, the cardio would help keep both of them fit for rugby season.

Despite the cool breeze in the air, Jake's thick wolverine fur made the upward climb nearly unbearable. He stopped, lifting a foot up on a nearby rock while he panted and fanned himself. It didn't help much. He glanced back at his canine companion who had also stopped to sip water out of the CamelBak tube leading into his backpack. Jake did the same, gulping a large amount from the plastic as Kyle eyed him up and down.

"You all right, Jake?" The wolf asked.

"Overheating," Jake responded between gulps of water and air as his body desperately tried to cool down. He glanced at Kyle out of the corner of his eye as his breathing slowly returned to normal and he shrugged the backpack from his shoulders.

Chuckling, Kyle also slipped off his pack and leaned on a tree on the opposite side of the trail from Jake. He had to admit that the wolverine looked pretty fried, with so much of his fur matted with sweat. "Come on. We've done way more intense work during practice. You can't tell me this wore you out..."

"No, you misunderstand," Jake said as he started to casually strip out of his shirt. Kyle immediately clammed up, the grin that he had on his face turning into one of confusion with a mixture of admiration. The wolf's tongue was left barely sticking out of his muzzle, a strip of pink peeking out through his closed maw.

"I'm just hot. Thick fur, remember? I froze my water before putting it in the pack, but it's probably thawed by now from how sweltering I am!" Jake continued and threw his shirt at Kyle. The wolf caught it with his face, grimacing at the scent of his friend's sweat, and then gave a snort. Kyle pulled the shirt off of his head and threw it back to his friend, who caught it and tossed it over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I know, but it's only been two miles..." Kyle started to say, a shy trill to his tenor voice as his eyes began to explore. His teammate was one of the best scrum-halfs for The Wildcats, and it showed. His body was built to dish out a hit as well as take them, with unrefined muscle that was bulky but practical, and that had its own attraction. Part of Kyle wished that he wasn't a fly-half and didn't have to maintain a lean trackstar look; he would have liked to put on more muscle mass like the wolverine. In a way, he envied Jake for that.

"Two miles uphill," Jake retorted with a charming smile, snapping Kyle out of his wandering thoughts. The wolverine hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and began to slowly pull them down. Fuck it, right? We're alone out here, Jake thought as he tugged the waistband of his shorts down past his toned, jockstrapped ass cheeks. The legstraps pulled everything up, perking up the muscle hidden underneath a bit of fat- though when Jake started to step out of the shorts, it was clear that muscle made up a good majority.

"Wh-what the fuck are you doing?!" Kyle hissed, as if someone else might appear from the bushes at any moment.

Jake gave him an oh please look as he dropped his shorts over his hiking boots and stepped out of them.

Kyle couldn't stop his eyes from zeroing in on his friend's jockstrapped crotch. The pouch of the jock was clearly made for both athletic purposes and fashion. The polyester and cotton pouch had the trademarked white of a sports jock but red 'racing stripes' lined the sides of the pouch to accentuate the bulge- and what a bulge Jake had! To say it was large would be an understatement. The wolf didn't recognize the brand's stylized dragon symbol above the pouch, though. Kyle blinked, a red tinge beginning to make its way across his cheeks. He had seen Jake naked in the locker room more than once, so that wasn't the issue. More concerning for the nervous canine was the fact that they were only two miles away from the nearest trail, and anyone who also happened to be hiking the paths of the reserve might easily see them.

"My turn to ask what's wrong," Jake smirked as he stowed his sweaty shorts in his pack and hiked it back onto his shoulders before tucking his shirt into the waistband of his jock so it hung down behind him. The wolverine's bulge wobbled as he moved away from the tree with a more energetic step than he'd had with clothes on.

"N-nothing... just that we could get spotted at any moment and arrested for public indecency! I skipped out on Miami so I wouldn't have to worry about man-meat wobbling everywhere," Kyle pouted as the two started to pick up the pace again. Since Jake was right in front of him, Kyle had a fantastic view of his teammate's thick ass. Although the showers and locker room weren't known for modesty, there was something so raw about being mostly nude out here. Kyle found it very difficult to concentrate on the beauty of nature around them when his eyes wouldn't stop drifting to Jake's backside to occasionally catch a glimpse of the back of his friend's jock pouch between his legs.

With fewer clothes restricting his movement and stifling him, Jake bounded up the mountain trail at a much faster pace, though Kyle's hiking experience allowed him to keep up just fine. The wolf's sensitive nose could smell the musk that practically radiated off of Jake's crotch even from a few feet away. As they walked, Jake glanced back at his canine companion periodically and noticed Kyle looking over his shoulder nervously to see if they were being followed.

"Relax man," Jake reassured his friend. "We've got nothing to worry about. Hardly anyone uses the trail at this time of year. If you want to take off some layers too, I won't blame you."

Kyle continued to pout, and his brown eyes connected with the mischievous twinkle that was stirring around in Jake's own. Eventually, the wolf started to calm down as they hiked, his defensive posture starting to deflate. Jake had never steered him astray before but he still was not quite convinced.

Jake smirked and paused, hiking his foot up onto a rock once again and leaning down to stretch for a moment. Kyle quickly looked off to the side, but briefly caught sight of Jake's sack wobbling in the tight pouch between his legs around the wolverine's thick tail.

"I've hiked this trail plenty of times and Matt is the only ranger in these parts when he's on duty. Knowing him, he would probably love the show," Jake chuckled. He tightened the backpack straps against his shoulders as he resumed walking, leaving Kyle standing there and shuffling his feet for a moment before he jogged to catch up.

"So, is that the guy who we're gonna camp with?"

"Yep," Jake said as he ducked under a branch. "And he's a good guy. I've fooled around with him for a while off and on, so-"

"So, are you two gonna fuck while I'm around?" Kyle said with a slight chuckle. "I could leave the tent to give you some alone time if you want."

The timber wolf walked faster now, shoulder to shoulder with the wolverine whose grin was now replaced by a gentle smile.

"I can't say we won't have a bit of fun," Jake said, clicking his tongue. "You suddenly not okay with me being gay?"

"N-no!" Kyle replied defensively. "It's-"

Jake laughed, the sound low and rumbling. "Just fucking with you."

Kyle went silent, a ghost of a smile on his muzzle. The two continued to chat, mostly revolving around the weather, school work, rugby, and cell reception. Although there were radio towers nearby, they were mostly for ham radio systems. The late afternoon sun started to dip low on the horizon, and the bright red lights on top of the towers started to get brighter. By then, Kyle had relented to the heat and stripped off his own t-shirt. They reached a small overlook, a break in the trees where the whole valley below the ridge could be seen. Pink, red, and yellow hues streaked across the sky and painted the valley in a variety of colors, a gorgeous sight for the two friends as they briefly stopped to admire it and snap photos with their phones.

"Wow!" Kyle gasped in awe as they looked out over the view, the beginnings of the sunset casting a peaceful glow across the landscape.

Jake prodded him in the ribs and lifted a hand to his brow as he scanned the painted wilderness. "This is way better than Miami, right?" he asked, a large grin spreading his lips from ear to ear.

"A hundred times better!" Kyle said, snapping one more pic. He jumped when Jake threw a sweaty arm over his shoulders and turned him away from the view to face the wolverine's phone.

"Give us a big smile, bud!" Jake said cheerfully as he angled the shot.

The wolf blushed from how close his mostly nude friend now was, but managed to grin like a fool all the same. When Jake was this close, Kyle could smell his potent scent all the more clearly, unmasked by the other natural smells around them. The masculine, thyme-scented musk sent the wolf's heart thumping in his chest.

After the brief break, they picked up the trail once again as it started to level out and the thick forest became more sparse around them. Even though the sun was still bright in the sky along the horizon, the full moon was up as well. The two were mostly silent now, making their way down the relatively flat path for another few miles. They had been walking for several hours now, their pace slow and methodical since they weren't in any hurry. After all, Jake had told Matt that they would not arrive until sunset.

"Almost there," Jake said as he used his muscular legs to pull himself up onto a rock shelf, then turned back to give Kyle a hand. Having tired of the sweat running down his body, Jake had poured water onto his fur to further cool off, and now that it had begun to dry, his fur fluffed up around his chest and shoulders. The stripes of fur down the sides of his body and above his pecs, normally white, were starting to brown from the sweat and dirt of the trail- but it was nothing a swim in a lake wouldn't fix. The wolverine briefly wondered if he could convince his canine friend to go skinny dipping.

When they made it to the top of the rock shelf, the trees cleared. The oaks that stood near the bottom were replaced with the much hardier spruce that could survive with limited water, due to the runoff flowing downhill. Red rocks dotted the clearing and gave the whole area an almost otherworldly appearance. Right in the middle of everything were two large tents along with a roaring fire in the ranger-designated fire pit.

Whoever pitched the tents knew what they were doing. Each was nailed down tight, sturdy but loose enough to prevent tearing in a strong wind. A ram of sizeable stature sat by the fire in a foldable yard chair. That must have been Matt. His bare feet were crossed over one another, and he had a beer in one hand while his other casually rested near his thigh. He wore a pair of Champion mesh shorts that left little to the imagination. His muscles were clearly developed, but more naturally and less from working out at a gym. In a fitness setting, Kyle might have even mistaken him for a bodybuilder.

The ram was nearly a full head taller than Jake, and had two large horns that curved backward over his skull and around his occasionally flicking ears. The cream color of his abs was on full display, and dipped down into his shorts with a hint of dark pubic fur. The same off-white color covered his arms and his hands as well. The chocolate brown fur over his pecs and upper shoulders traveled up along his neck and head before the cream color reappeared on his nose and muzzle. As the two got closer, the visible outline of the ram's thick, flaccid cock could be seen plain as day behind the shorts- a 'bighorn' ram, indeed.

"And it's about damn time," the ram said, his voice a similar timbre to Jake's. He had an interesting accent that highlighted the end of his sentence. To Kyle, it was hard to describe- like being dipped in honey, but with a bit of a kick to it. When Matt got up off the chair, he practically dwarfed both Jake and Kyle, and his caramel-colored eyes scanned over each of them with rising interest. They lingered on Jake's practically naked, sweaty body and over the jockstrap that was bulging out obscenely.

"You just couldn't keep your clothes on, could you Jake?" Matt said with a joking purr.

"Give me a break. You know how hot I can get on these hikes," Jake replied.

"Yeah, you do look pretty hot right now," Matt said, licking his lips for emphasis. His gaze turned to the wolf nearby with an apologetic nod as he held out his hand. "Hello, handsome! You must be Kyle."

The canine took Matt's hand and shook it, trying to hide his surprise at the ram's firm grip. "Pleased to meet you, Matt," he said, awkwardly trying to avoid staring at the muscular ram's abs, pecs, biceps, or cock all at once.

Jake leaned in toward Kyle's ear as he noticed the wolf getting flustered. "If this old bastard starts making you uncomfortable, just say the word and I'll deck him."

"Me making him uncomfortable? You're the one who hiked up the mountain practically nude," Matt said with a laugh.

Jake sputtered in protest. "H-hey! He's seen me naked plenty of times before!"

Kyle's ears burned crimson with embarrassment and he turned away from the two bickering men to look at the fire instead.

"Alright, timeout," Matt said. "How about we get something to eat before this gets even more awkward. I declare relaxation only from now on!"

"Yes, sir, Vacation King," Jake replied, bowing low before the ram, who rolled his eyes and marched over to the portable stove where a pot of stew simmered.

Kyle moved over to one of the yard chairs, shucking his backpack and placing himself firmly in the seat as he bit his cheek to keep himself from saying anything. Jake took the other seat nearby and kicked his feet up on a rock as he smiled at his canine friend. The wolf gave a sheepish grin in return and cleared his throat.

"So, how long have you been out here, Matt?" Kyle said, clawing his way through the awkwardness of the previous situation. His blush started to subside. If he was going to relax, he might as well start by being friendly.

"I've been out here for a while now. Usually my job takes me around the nature reserve here but sometimes I go to other parks to help out. About 150 miles of the land is under my watch and generally I have one month on and the next month off. I'm almost done with this month now," Matt said as he casually stirred the stew. Whatever was in it smelled delicious, and Kyle's growling stomach reminded him of just how much effort climbing all of the way up here had been.

Jake, who had taken the seat nearest a medium-sized travel cooler, leaned over to open its top. "Hey, Kyle, want a beer?"

Nodding, the wolf held out his hand and Jake passed him a cold can. Kyle didn't recognize the logo, but it didn't appear to be a cheap brand. The timber wolf could tell because when he opened the can, the scent didn't remind him of a bathroom urinal. Taking a quick sip, the taste was a mixture of bitterness and sweet. It was a nice, refreshing mix after the full day of hiking.

Raising the can up, Kyle gave a warm smile. "Thanks," he said with a grin.

"Mmm-hmm," Jake hummed as he grabbed one of his own. Matt chuckled as he stirred. He was glad that Kyle was starting to get more comfortable at least as the wolf leaned back in his chair.

"So, you don't mind us drinking?" Kyle said mischievously as he took another long drag from the beer can. Jake walked back to his chair to have a seat and spread his legs. He scratched his belly just above the waistband of his jock before cracking open his own can and taking an equally long gulp.

"Pff, no. I'm not gonna play daddy on this trip. Boys will be boys and all that," Matt said as he began serving the stew into collapsable bowls.

"You won't play daddy unless someone really wants it," Jake mumbled into his beer.

Kyle almost spit a gulp of the alcohol out at that as he tried not to laugh.

"Hey, hey, now. I thought we weren't trying to make things awkward," Matt said as he brought two of the bowls to the younger college students near the fire. He gave Jake his bowl first and then stepped over to Kyle's chair.

The wolf looked up and found himself eye-to-bulge with Matt's crotch. He swallowed with a suddenly dry throat as he stared at the girth hidden behind the mesh shorts for probably a little bit too long. He watched it twitch and then throb before he yanked his eyes away and upward to Matt's muscular chest, and then to his face. The ram's eyebrow arched upwards, a silent question on his lips. Kyle quickly took the bowl from Matt's hands and mumbled a thank you before staring down into it, butterflies whipping up a storm in his stomach and a giddy chill running down his spine.

It wasn't like Kyle was into men or anything. Well, at least it wasn't something he had thought that much about. The rugby team was pretty open about their sex lives and no one really cared what the others got up to as long as it didn't affect them, but all the same, he had always thought that approaching women was something a manly jock was supposed to do, even if most girls wanted nothing to do with him. But when the wolf had met Jake, who was so open about being gay, it left Kyle confused and questioning his own assumptions. And now, here with this ram who was so effortlessly masculine, deeper questions were beginning to surface in the wolf's mind, questions he was afraid to answer. When Matt turned away, the wolf watched as the black mesh of the shorts hugged that thick backside as it flexed and moved. The muscles flowed in such a way that was almost hypnotizing, and Kyle didn't even realize that he had dropped his spoon in the bowl or that he was being watched until his wolverine friend spoke.

"You gonna eat?" Jake said with that sing-songy voice that he used when he caught Kyle in the shower with an erection. That was something that had happened more often than Kyle would have liked to admit.

The wolf clicked his tongue and snapped up straight as if he had been broken out of a trance. Matt had sat down across from the two and there was a knowing look in his eyes as he gazed at the wolf jock. He watched carefully, his eyes moving from one college boy to the other before giving a huff through his nose. "The stew is vegetarian, I'm afraid," He said. "Hope you carnivores can handle some mean greens."

"I'm not complaining," Jake said. "You always make the best camp food."

Kyle took an experimental spoonful and was pleasantly surprised by the mixture of flavors. It almost tasted like beef- almost. However, he was rather impressed by how good it was. He didn't think he'd switch to black bean burgers any time soon, but the stew was delicious for something with only vegetables in it.

"So what are you studying, Kyle?" Matt asked nonchalantly as he leaned back in his chair and spread his legs wide to mimic Jake. "I know Jake was crazy enough to go into engineering."

The wolf quickly swallowed his current mouthful to answer, while his eyes darted to the leg of Matt's shorts that hung slightly open. "I-I'm a freshman so I don't really know yet. I used to like biology as a kid, but I'm a terrible test taker." Kyle stirred the stew around in the bowl for a moment before dropping his eyes back to the bowl and taking another bite.

"There's no rush. I was undecided my freshman year and I can hardly remember much after that besides going to the library or playing club football. You can probably guess what position I played," Matt said with a reassuring smile.

"Tight end?" Jake said in a teasing voice.

"Offensive line, pup," The ram replied in a firm tone. "Plus, I know your end ain't tight."

Jake snickered but went quiet while eating his bowl of soup.

"I um... I was gonna guess linebacker, actually..." Kyle said sheepishly.

Matt lifted his can of beer toward his canine guest and gave him a wink. The rest of the meal was spent mostly in silence with the occasional small talk and a hearty laugh shared between them as the dark of night filled the sky. Stars twinkled overhead, their light beaming down upon the trio and the moon supplying just a bit of light to the clearing that they were in. The temperature began to drop steadily but it wasn't cold by any means, especially since each of them had fur to shield themselves from lowered temperatures.

Eventually, the fire died down to embers and Matt shifted it a bit before lighting a battery-powered lantern and dousing the fire pit with water. The college jocks watched as the ram poked the ashes and tossed some dirt on them to make sure they were out completely before he gestured to one of the tents.

"That one's mine. If you boys need anything in the middle of the night, feel free to come get me," He said. "Oh, and if you need to relieve yourself, pick a bush or tree for number one. There's a shovel, bags, and TP in your tent for number two, but don't bury the paper. We bag that and carry it out with us."

Jake gave a salute, standing at attention and making his muscled belly jiggle slightly. "Sir, yes sir!"

Kyle smiled and rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, we're housetrained."

Matt and Jake were quiet for a moment and stared at the wolf. Kyle looked a bit flustered, but then Matt cracked a smile.

"I can't believe it. The new guy made a joke!" The ram said.

Jake gave a closed mouth laugh and slapped Matt on the arm. "Come on, don't give him too much trouble."

"I'm not!" Matt said defensively. "I thought it was funny!"

Shaking his head, Kyle grabbed his backpack and a lit lantern from Matt before he started to make his way towards his tent to slip inside. He hung the lantern from a plastic hook near the tent's ceiling, pulled his sleeping bag from the pack, and unrolled it on top of one of the inflated sleeping mats that their ram host had already set up. The wolf yawned, realizing just how tired the good food and the day's workout had made him as he shifted his backpack to the side of the tent and began pulling down his shorts. He had on a tight, blue, Squeeze Dog brand jock, more of a designer brand than one that an athlete would use on the field. His shorts were around his ankles with his toned, grey ass on full display when Jake slid into the tent next to him and made Kyle's heart almost leap out of his chest from surprise.

"Jake! What are you doing here?" He asked, quickly grabbing the shorts and trying to cover himself.

"Thought you might get lonely on your own. You don't mind, right?" Jake replied, eyeing the canine's waistband where the stylized, black pit bull head was embroidered- a dead giveaway for the brand. Jake knew them well and had several pairs of Squeeze Dog jocks at home.

"What about you and Matt?" Kyle mumbled.

"Matt's used to being by himself out here and he and I have got the whole week to sleep together if we want to," The wolverine said with a grin.

That's right, Kyle recalled, this trip was going to last a whole week. Kyle shrugged and moved over to give his friend some room to roll out his own sleeping bag. The wolf's eyes ran over Jake's muscular ass and back as the wolverine shifted. He caught a glimpse of his friend's dark tailhole as Jake leaned forward to smooth out his bag; Kyle quickly looked away and took off his shorts when he was almost caught staring again.

Jake knew that look. Kyle had a habit of letting his eyes wander, and he was terrible at concealing it. But the wolverine didn't say anything, he knew better than to press Kyle on it. Doing that would only push the wolf further into his shell, and this trip was meant to help him break out of it or at least to get him to let his guard down a little.

Kyle slid into his sleeping bag and lay on his side facing away from Jake. The wolverine chuckled as he did the same, leaving his bag mostly open to prevent overheating during the night. He reached up to where the lantern hung and switched it off, dropping them both into darkness.

"Sleep well," Kyle said before he rolled onto his back and let the darkness take him.

***

Kyle tossed and turned in his sleep, his dreams too chaotic and confusing to remember. He felt a small amount of pressure between his legs and he squeezed his eyes tight for a moment before they slowly opened. Kyle opened his mouth in a wide yawn, his sharp canine's showing. He turned onto his right side and tried to fall back asleep, but his bladder protested.

Reaching down to scratch his balls, housed in the pouch of his now sweaty jock, Kyle sighed. Maybe he could just ignore it. The pressure continued to build, however, and Kyle's eyebrow twitched. He sat up, smacked his dry lips, and dug around in his nearby pack for some stale CamelBak water. It was a warm, foul taste after being in the plastic all day, but at least it was wet.

Jake's sleeping bag was empty, but Kyle thought nothing of it. His groggy mind was not allowing any form of cognitive function besides the fact that his bladder was pushing him up into more of a standing position. He slowly began to wake up as he shuffled towards the opening of the tent and pulled it aside to slip underneath.

The moonlight bathed the rocky clearing in a bright, white light. Although another fur would have been practically blinded by the darkness, Kyle was right at home in it, and his amber eyes easily adjusted. The trees swayed back and forth in a soft wind, creaking slightly in protest. Kyle yawned, and his ears twitched as he continued to walk towards the forest to take care of his problem.

He was walking bowlegged by the time he reached the treeline, and he swore under his breath as he stepped a few feet into the undergrowth and fished his dick from the jock pouch. He sighed and bounced on the balls of his feet as he relieved himself, huffing softly through his nose. "Fucking beer," he mumbled as the last drops fell from his dick and he shook it. Well, at least he felt better now. He turned back toward the tents, but his keen canine ears flicked at the sound of something from deeper in the woods. It sounded like Jake's voice.

Kyle stood there on the edge of the trees and the campsite, warring with himself. He should just go back to sleep. But what if Jake was in trouble out in the woods? Idiot. Kyle knew what Jake was probably doing in the woods. Shouldn't he go check to make sure, though? His fatigue started to turn into adrenaline. Blood vessels began to dilate and his cheeks flushed. His mind whirled like a tornado, but eventually, curiosity won out and Kyle carefully crept through the bushes and trees, following the soft sounds of his friend.

Eventually, Kyle saw lantern light through the trees, and sidled up to a thick trunk so he wouldn't be seen. Jake was nude, kneeling on the ground next to the lantern in front of an equally naked Matt. The ram's cockring-clad shaft was thick, and Kyle could see it throb even from his hiding spot several meters away. The ring itself begged for attention. A silver glint shone back at Kyle's eyes, and the wolf's mouth fell open in disbelief. Matt had a hand on the back of Jake's head, holding the wolverine's lips to his nuts. Kyle had never seen his normally confident friend so submissive before, but the wolverine's moans of pleasure and his rock hard cock bouncing between his legs showed he didn't want to be anywhere else.

Jake was firmly set in place and Matt had a content smile on his face. Releasing Jake's head to stroke the wolverine's cheek with a thumb, Matt's head tilted back in pleasure. Kyle's eyes widened when he heard Matt speak in his warm, velvety voice.

"That's a good boy." There was no pause and no hesitation in Jake's moaning response. Matt was oozing confidence, and Kyle began to imagine what the masculine ram's crotch tasted like. Kyle shook himself and blinked, the haze of lust that was beginning to descend over him dissipating for a moment.

I shouldn't be thinking this. I shouldn't be watching this. I should just leave, he thought. Yet, his feet were planted firmly and he couldn't look away as Jake's lips slowly started to leave the ram's balls and work their way upward. Kyle knew Jake's destination and found himself leaning closer around the tree as Jake's tongue licked across the cool metal of the cock ring, then up along the bottom of Matt's twitching shaft. The ram's hand shot out and cupped the top of the wolverine's head faster than Kyle's eyes could register it in the darkness. Matt's thick hand held Jake's face inches from his throbbing cock and the wolverine whined piteously as his tongue just barely missed the bead of precum that fell from the tip.

"Do you want this dick, pup?" Matt asked, his voice like silken iron.

Jake nodded.

"What do you say?" Matt continued.

"May I please suck your cock, sir?" Jake asked, his voice also firm, but obediently so. Kyle watched, enraptured by the situation as Matt rolled his hips and pushed the tip of his cock along the top of Jake's nose, prodding the wolverine between the eyes. Jake's long tongue darted out and slid along the shaft as it dripped precum into his fur and long his face.

Kyle leaned forward and his gaze greedily took in the scene. The apprehension he had before had been chipped away, replaced with devious curiosity. The warm chuckle that reached the wolf's ears was one that had no malice behind it. It was clear that Matt was enjoying Jake's submissiveness, and the two were feeding into one another. Matt had not forced Jake to his knees, and Kyle could discern that Jake was barely holding back his own lusts.

"You may, boy, but go slow. I want you to savor it," Matt growled, and Jake shook with anticipation as he opened his mouth. Warm breath kissed Matt's cocktip but the ram did not roll his hips forward. He let the male between his legs set the pace and widened his stance.

Jake's lips rolled over the hot flesh of Matt's shaft, his tongue writhing along the underside as he went, until his nose was buried in the ram's dark pubic fur and the thick tip lodged down his throat. Jake held himself there for several breathless moments, so long in fact that Kyle began to worry from his hiding place that the wolverine might choke himself. But Jake pulled back with a deep inhale through his nose, Matt's heady musk filling his nostrils on the way and making his eyes roll up in bliss.

"That's it, my beautiful boy," Matt praised. "You're still so damn good at that."

Jake's lips kissed the tip of the ram's erection as he gazed up at the older man who knew just how to play him like a fiddle. "God, I fucking missed this," Matt huffed as Jake gripped the ram's low-hanging sack in his fist and gently tugged. The motion brought about a grunt from Matt and seemed like Jake's way of challenging the ram to lose himself to pleasure. A spurt of precum fired from Matt's cock, splattering onto Jake's nose, and his tongue darted out to lick it off. He gave the tip another kiss.

"I fucking missed you too, sir." the wolverine moaned aloud before inhaling the throbbing shaft to the base and bobbing his head along it with practiced skill.

Kyle subconsciously slipped a hand into the pouch of his jock and stroked his stiffening length as he watched. Dribbles of pre started to pool at the tip of his cock and roll down his shaft. What didn't make it down his member dripped onto the ground, sparkling in the moonlight as it went. There was something so purely carnal about the sight before him, something undeniably alluring in the way his friend and the masculine ram behaved toward each other. But he was more worried about being caught than about the sex in front of him making him hard. The wolf pulled himself back behind the tree a bit more, just in case. Since the pouch of his jock was tough, he rubbed his dick lightly against the trunk and began to leak onto the bark. He wondered briefly if anyone would be able to smell his musk if they walked by. His pure wolf scent was rather unmistakable.

Jake's throat made a squelching sound as it contracted around Matt's thick shaft, loud enough that Kyle's ears flicked with each movement. Up and down Jake went with practiced familiarity as Matt's breathing began to turn into hot, lusty panting. The blowjob was slow but deliberate, and when Jake brought his right hand up to Matt's thigh, the ram brought a hand down to affectionately entwine their fingers.

"I'm fucking close already, pup," Matt grunted low in his throat as he released Jake's head and brought that hand up to pinch and roll one of his dark nipples. Kyle had to bring his hand up to his muzzle and bite his knuckles, muffling the loud pants that were coming out of his own lungs.

Jake pulled off the throbbing shaft in his throat and ran his tongue in circles around the girthy cockhead. "Been a while for you too, sir?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer before his lips dove back down to the base of the ram's cock. Jake released Matt's nuts and swiftly stroked his own hard length between his legs as if to catch up. The wolverine's tongue flicked patiently against the underside of Matt's cockhead, eagerly awaiting his prize.

Matt clenched his teeth, huffing and groaning from the expert dicksucking his boy was giving him. He released Jake's hand and gripped the back of the wolverine's head again, forcing his cock all of the way into the wolverine's throat as he raised his head to the trees above and moaned aloud. Jake gave a muffled groan in response as he erupted between the ram's legs, firing thick ropes of wolverine seed onto the leaves and undergrowth. Kyle couldn't believe his eyes. Matt wasn't far behind, and soon he shuddered, firing thick, heavy spurts of cum directly into Jake's stomach.

For Jake, the taste was incredible, masculine and potent. He made sure that not a shot was wasted and that the powerful throbbing that Matt did in his throat and muzzle was under control. Matt's cock kept jumping and each shot that erupted kept spurring Jake on. Matt groaned and tweaked his nipple, the nub caught between his thumb and forefinger. Matt was the epitome of a daddy; his pecs jumped as his body flexed with the climax, and Kyle could see sweat starting to form on the ram's thick body. The timber wolf started to hump against the bark with each twitch of the ram's muscles. Part of Kyle wished he could see Matt's ass as it worked with each bob of Jake's tight and warm mouth.

When Matt started to come down from his orgasm, Jake was grinning at the end of the ram's shaft. He let the thick cock pop out of his mouth and put his cheek up against it to feel the warmth along his face. Matt shuddered when Jake's hands started to gently stroke his shaft.

"Good pup. Such a good, handsome boy," Matt groaned out as more cum began to drip from his cock and dot the ground. The two smiled affectionately at one another. Without a word, Jake took that as his cue to slowly begin to rise from his kneeling position.

"Come here and give your 'pup' a kiss." Jake said.

Matt smirked and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the younger male. Their arms wrapped around each other and found purchase on one another's hips while their tongues took their time exploring one another's mouths. They pushed themselves together and their two leaky, semi-hard shafts twitched against their hips. Eyes closed, they were completely enthralled with one another and lost in their respective afterglow. At least, until they heard a sharp snap from the right and both of their heads turned towards the space where Kyle had been grinding up against a tree moment's ago.

Kyle raced back to the campsite as quietly as he could manage, stomach roiling with guilt from what he had just done, hard cock bouncing between his legs. As he threw himself back into his bag and pretended to be asleep, he couldn't stop his wild thoughts from spinning about the inside of his skull. What if they had heard him? What would he even say? Why had the scene made him so achingly hard? Was he... might he actually be gay? No. Well... maybe. The wolf desperately tried to sleep by clenching his eyes closed to shut out the hurricane of guilty thoughts. Eventually, thankfully, the swirling mental whirlpool dragged him back down into slumberland.

Part 2 coming soon!