Saturday, July 29th, 2006 — Part 2: Gustav Saman

     “Now the real party starts.”
     Tracey wasn’t home; she was at her hot stud Doberman boyfriend’s house undoubtedly getting railed, so when Red went to ‘sleep’, it was like the boys had the house to themselves. They raided the fridge and the pantry, making themselves pizza rolls in the microwave since Todd was strong enough to bring a chair over to reach the freezer. They got Oreos and milk, Goldfish crackers and pretzels, chips and dips, and Mountain Dew. And then Sammy spied another bottle sitting on the counter, unguarded.
     Sammy downed a big shot glass of his dad’s whiskey, to the awe of his friends. He had first practiced this about a month prior, and ended up getting sick in the kitchen sink while his father was passed out on the couch. He practiced again at least one night each week since, learning to hold his liquor like a champ. Or at least like a high schooler. He figured his dad drank the stuff every day, sometimes finishing off a whole bottle in a night. It couldn’t hurt to drink it once a week, right? He had enjoyed the feeling, and was starting to understand why his dad liked it so much. It made him loose, made him wiggly, made him forget. He didn’t know that it could ruin his life if he let it.
     Sammy poured the other three their own shots. Red had an abundance of shot glasses despite a preference to drink liquor straight from the bottle. Todd, mimicking his friend, downed the whole thing without so much as a precautionary sniff. This was a mistake. His throat and nose burned with liquid fire. He wanted to cough—needed to cough, but held it in the best he could, fearing judgement from his friends (or Sammy, at least) and not wanting to alert Red to their underage shenanigans.
     Ted and Gus tasted theirs cautiously, lapping at it with their tongues, and each subsequently turned their noses up in disgust. When Ted and Gus handed over their glasses, still full, Todd and Sammy dutifully finished them off. Todd was more susceptible to peer pressure and the façade of being cool than his brother and Gus. Sammy filled up another glass for himself that he took into his bedroom. He briefly considered taking the bottle itself with him, but worried that he might fall asleep and forget to put it back.
     Most kids don’t usually start drinking this young, but Sammy just figured that’s what you’re supposed to do at parties. And he had some great influences in his life. Like father, like son.
     Snacks, video games, pajamas, and purloined alcohol; they had all the staples of a preteen sleepover. The only thing missing was...
     “Truth... or dare?” Sammy said, holding a flashlight under his chin. He pointed the flashlight at Todd. 
     Gus had never played this game before, only heard its name whispered among rumors of rainbow-colored lipstick and fragile jelly bracelets with secret meanings that made the older kids giggle. He was nervous, to say the least. He was sure something crazy was going to happen. He was right, but it started out innocently enough, as it usually does.
     “Truth,” said Todd, who had volunteered to go first. 
     “What’s your biggest fear?”
     “Snakes,” Todd said without hesitation. It was as if he had been preparing for this all his life.
     Gus was surprised. Bears were one of the strongest and scariest predators he knew of. He didn’t expect one to be scared of something so small.
     “And you?” Todd rebutted confidently, having passed the second test of the night with flying colors (the first being the shots, of course).
     Sammy’s young mind ran at a mile a minute. He hadn’t anticipated this, but he couldn’t just chicken out. He shined the flashlight back at himself, as Todd seemed to have made up his own rules. As he searched for an answer, flashes of fear burst through his thoughts. Big trucks with their loud horns. Escalators that moved too fast. His father, drunk and angry.
     “Snakes, too.” He sighed loudly, as if he had just gotten something big off of his chest. The nine-year-old took a sip of his whiskey. He was still nine until Tuesday, mind you. 
     “What about you, Teddy Bear?” Sammy inquired, moving the spotlight elsewhere.
     “Um... spiders, I guess.” This was the honest truth, the boy was terrified of spiders, and would be for most of his life.
     The three cubs all turned to Gus, who was suddenly illuminated with blinding light. They wordlessly awaited his addition, which arrived posthaste. 
     “I’m kinda scared that one day I’ll come home from school and my dads will just be gone and I’ll never see them again.” Gus thought about fear quite often. He was a connoisseur of anxieties.
     The three cubs’ eyes all widened as Sammy subconsciously lowered the beam of light to the floor. They had never thought of a fear like that before. They always thought of a fear as being afraid of some thing, something concrete, not something abstract like that. They had never even considered to be afraid of an idea. They all briefly questioned their parents’ mortality (even Sammy, the only one who had actually lost a parent so far), before deciding they would rather not, and moved on.
     “So... uh, Sammy, your turn,” announced Todd, moving along the game. “Truth or dare?”
     Sammy turned the light on himself once more. 
     “Truth.” They would all play it safe for the first few rounds.
     “I wanna know... Hmm.” He scratched at his chin, feigning indecision.
     “I wanna know if you ever jerked off.”
     Oof. Maybe truth isn’t exactly playing it safe. He nearly dropped the flashlight. He hadn’t expected things to go so south so soon. But he wasn’t disappointed. 
     “Jerk off? You mean, like—you mean... oh.” It took him a second to fully realize what exactly was being asked. “Well, sure. Doesn’t everyone?”
     “Ew!” Ted and Todd shouted in unison, high-fiving and laughing at their friend’s expense. Gus looked around, unsure of what was going on. He felt like there was some universal inside joke that he wasn’t in on. He wanted to speak, to ask what the big deal was, but he was too embarrassed and afraid of being called a baby.
     “Come on, don’t act like you guys don’t do it too,” Sammy was blushing and slightly slurring his words. He sipped at his dad’s whiskey again as he pointed the flashlight at them accusingly. 
     Ted and Todd stopped giggling at once and looked at each other. They had a secret too, like Sammy. Ted spoke first.
     “Well, I mean, we—”
     “—Yeah, but it’s not like we do it—”
     “—I have, but not like—”
     “Together,” they said in unison.
     “...or anything,” Ted finished their sentence quietly.
     There was a moment of silence. The cubs had, actually, jerked off together, and much much more. Quite often, in fact. They were twins, and they shared a room. Their young bodies had started to awaken and pique their curiosity almost simultaneously, and they spent nearly every second of every day with each other. Of course they had jerked off together, and shared their discovery of orgasm together. Don’t all twins...? That’s normal, right?
     Sammy’s mind was clouded from the alcohol, but not so much so that he couldn’t see through the twins’ panicked lie. His smile grew devious in the dimly-lit room. He hatched a plan. Well, the plan hadn’t exactly hatched yet. It was more like he laid an egg that would soon hatch into a plan.
     But first, they all turned to Gus once more, awaiting his input as the light shined on his face.
     “What about you?” Sammy offered.
     “Yeah, Gus, you ever work the ol’ crankshaft?” Todd had heard his father use that phrase once with his poker friends, when he thought the twins weren’t listening. 
     Ted remained silent, still mortified at the thought of someone discovering his incestuous tendencies.
     “Um... I...” Gus’ mouth was wide open. He didn’t know what to say. The literal spotlight certainly wasn’t helping his nerves. Obviously the other boys had said yes, so they expected him to say yes as well, but what if he hadn’t jerked off before? He didn’t even know what it was, so maybe he had done it before and just didn’t know the name for it. But if he said yes, what if they asked him questions about it, and he still didn’t know what they were talking about? He would just be digging for a bone and ending up in his grave. But on the other paw, if he said no, he would immediately be labeled as a loser.
     “I... Um...” 
     “I’ll take that as a yes!” Todd held his paw up for a high-five. Gus didn’t move.
     “Don’t leave me hangin’, Gus!”
     “I... I don’t know what that means.” Gus hung his head in shame.
     “It means I want a high five, and you’re not giving me one!”
     “No, I mean,” Gus reduced his voice to a whisper, “I mean ‘jerking off’.”
     “Oh. Well,” Todd lowered his hand to rest in his lap as Sammy awkwardly lowered the flashlight to the ground. Todd looked at the other two for guidance, who offered nothing but a shrug. Todd didn’t want their brand-new friend to feel left out, he actually quite liked the kid now that he had given him a chance, but he didn’t want to have to be the one to speak those taboo words aloud. But his friends gave him no choice, it seemed. 
     “Well, you know. It’s when you... when you rub your wiener.” He whispered the final word as if Sammy’s dad could hear him through the wall, which he could. Redford Parker would hear everything they said and did that night.
     Gus’ ears perked up in surprise. He remembered now. Mister Luke had mentioned this to him in passing before, he had just forgotten the phrase.
     “Oh! Yeah, I done that before.”
     You dirty little pup, thought Red from his adjacent bedroom as he began to masturbate for the first time that night. He had been lying awake the whole time, drunk in bed, just thinking about life and politics and listening to everything the cubs were saying. It was he who had suggested to Sammy that the kids play truth or dare when asked what kids do at sleepovers. He had hoped, but not expected, that it might go a little bit like this.
     “See? I always knew you were cool.” Todd’s endearment brought a smile to Gus’ face. If he had known jerking off was all it takes to be cool, he would’ve done it a lot more, and a lot sooner. “Okay then, Gus. Your turn. Truth or dare?”
     Sammy lifted the flashlight back up to illuminate Gus’ face, which immediately lost its smile. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to who asked who when. 
     “Um, truth.” Todd might as well not have even asked the question.
     “Okay.” Todd had to actually think about this one for a moment. “I wanna know... which girl in our class you have a crush on?”
     “Oh, um,” Gus’ mind immediately turned to Lucas. “I don’t really... have a crush on any girls in our class.”
     “Okay, lame,” Todd chuckled. “Why, are you gay?”
     Todd had meant it as a light-hearted joke, but by the way Gus looked as if he had just been punched in the gut, he soon regretted his words.
     “Oh, I mean it’s cool if you are, I guess. My dad says everyone should just mind their own business about that kind of stuff.”
     “Yeah, I mean, we don’t mind,” Sammy chimed in. He suddenly felt even worse for calling Gus a faggot, now. Ted remained silent, having questioned his own sexuality for years, even before he really understood what sexuality was.
     Gus was more shocked that his former bullies were accepting him than he was embarrassed that they had accidentally and completely accurately guessed his truth.
     “Did... did you guys know?” He managed to choke out. 
     “No, I was just kidding. But, really, I don’t care.” 
     “Really, I had no idea,” offered Sammy. His earnest look changed into one of sorrow.
     “Hey,” Sammy whispered demurely. “I’m sorry I called you a faggot. And a pig. One of my dad’s work friends is a pig, and he’s actually pretty skinny. It’s not that you’re fat or anything. I’m just a jerk.”
     Gus pondered for a moment, looking for the right words. Tears he had long since learned to ward off dried up in his the fur beneath his eyes.
     “I... I forgive you,” he said finally.
     The boys exchanged a solemn handshake. Gus didn’t make eye contact.
     “So, back to the truth,” Todd interjected. “What boy in our class do you have a crush on?”
     Gus’ embarrassment hit its peak. The cubs were being so casual about his being gay, like it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe it wasn’t as big a deal as his dads made it seem after all. He grimaced as his mind again returned to Mister Luke.
     “Oh, I know that face!” Todd said. “That’s means there is somebody! So who is it? ...Is it me?” He flexed and kissed one of his flabby, unimpressive biceps.
     Gus managed to giggle at the jest. He was slowly starting to feel more comfortable talking about his budding sexuality. The cubs were joking about it, but not at his expense, really. Todd asked this question with the same genuine interest as he had asked the previous one. It didn’t matter to him, really, whether it was a boy or a girl that tickled his new friend’s fancies. He just wanted to know the juicy gossip.
     “No! It’s not—it’s not really someone in our class.” 
     “Oh? Then who is it?” Todd prodded.
     “Yeah, come on! Who?” Sammy egged him on.
     “Come on! Tell us! Tell us!”
     “You got to, it’s the rules!”
     “Tell us! Tell us!” 
     Sammy joined in on the hushed chanting, and soon even Ted joined in as well. 
     “Tell us! Tell us!”
     Gus hid his face in his paws, knowing the harassment would not stop without an honest-to-God answer. 
     “Uuuugh! It’s... it’s Mister Luke!”
     The chanting stopped immediately. Silence rang in Gus’ ears. He kept his eyes clenched and hidden in his paws, dreading the boys’ reaction. Even Red stopped masturbating, then continued upon imagining the boy sucking off Lucas (he knew the kid from picking up his son every day), not knowing that his fantasies had already been realized.
     “Mister Luke...?” said Sammy quizzically.
     “But... he’s a grown-up,” Todd continued the thought.
     “I know, but he’s super nice and he’s my friend, and he’s just so fluffy, and—”
     “Look, I don’t care. It’s cool. It’s just kinda.... weird, I guess.” Todd backpedalled. “Not weird! Just, strange.” He decided that wasn’t really much better, but said nothing further.
     “Kids aren’t supposed to have crushes on grown-ups, right?” Ted inquired. “If you have a crush, that means you wanna have sex and stuff. Doesn’t it? And kids definitely aren’t supposed to have sex with grown-ups.”
     Both Sammy and Gus were flustered by this, since they both had had sex with grown-ups, and sworn on their life not to tell a soul.
     “I know,” Gus said, trying not to let his face show any tells of lying. 
      “It’s not like that. I guess it’s more of, like, a friend-crush.” Gus lied. It wasn’t. “It’s not like I wanna... It’s not like I wanna touch his pee-pee.” He did, though. 
     No one knew what to say. This was twice in a row now that Gus had left the cubs speechless with his responses to their inquiries. After a moment of contemplative silence, Todd once again took charge in moving on the game.
     “So, it’s your turn to ask Ted.” Sammy moved the flashlight onto Ted’s face.
     “Oh, uh, Ted... truth or dare?”
     “Truth.” He didn’t even have to think.
     “Um... I... uh... I don’t know. I can’t think of one.”
     “Come on,” Sammy insisted. “It’s easy. It can be something stupid. Like, ‘what’s your favorite color?’”
     “Okay, um, what’s your favorite color?”
     “You can’t use that one. That was just a example.” Sammy said the big word emphatically, showing off his vocabulistic prowess to his friends.
     “I don’t know! I can’t think of one! I’m too nervous!”
     “Fine, I’ll ask then. Ted, truth or dare?” It seemed Sammy’s plan had hatched and was already leaving the nest so soon.
     “I already said truth,” Ted snapped impatiently. He hated this game.
     “Okay. Have you and Todd ever jerked off together?”
     Fuck, thought Ted. Or at least that’s what he would have thought if he knew that word. Instead, his brain just jolted with the synaptic equivalent of fuck. He wracked his brain for something to say. They had been caught. Someone knew. Eventually he thought of a good enough lie, but he knew he had already hesitated too long. Any normal person who hadn’t jerked off with his brother would’ve said no by now. And Sammy knew, too. Ted could tell from the cunning smile characteristic of a fox. There was no turning back.
     “Okay, it was like, one time!”
     “It’s been a lot more than that,” Todd noted casually.
     “Thaddeus!” Ted nearly screamed his brother’s full name. Sammy angrily shushed him.
     “What? It’s truth or dare! Those are the rules.”
     “What’s more important, the rules or a pinky promise?”
      That was a tough one. The kid had never been faced with such an ethical dilemma.
     “Um... I don’t know.”
     “Well, I guess you do know, because you broke the pinky promise!”
     “I didn’t think about it like that!”
     “Of course you didn’t! You just gotta make sure Sammy still thinks you’re cool!”
     Gus watched the argument ping-pong back and forth between the two brothers. Sammy did the same, but wasn’t listening really. He was just teaching his plan how to fly.
     “So, Todd,” Sammy said. “It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”
     The brothers stopped their arguing. Todd turned to Sammy, who blinded him with the flashlight.
     “I don’t want to play this game anymore,” Ted complained quietly. If anyone had heard him, they paid him no mind.
     “Truth.”
     Normally, Todd would’ve been the first to accept a dare. But, seeing how the game was going already, he decided to keep playing it safe for now.
     “Are you and Teddy’s weenies the same exact size?”
     “Yep.” Todd puffed his chest out, proudly. “We checked once.”
     “Todd!” Ted hissed.
     “What? We never pinky promised about that!”
     “Yeah, but—”
     “Prove it,” demanded Samwell.
     “What?!” cried the brothers in unison.
     “Prove it! Let me see ‘em!” The liquid courage had effectively helped effect Sam’s plan.
     “No!” Ted protested. Todd, however, already had his pajama bottoms down around his ankles. “To-oodd!”
     “What? We gotta prove it. That’s the rules.”
     “No it’s not! Forget the rules! This isn’t a truth, it’s a dare. That’s not fair!”
     “Life’s not fair!” Todd had heard his dad use this phrase before, but he himself had yet to fully understand the weight of life’s cruel unfairness.
     “Ugh!” Ted had learned that, when his father used it at least, this phrase meant there was to be no further argumentation. Ted sighed, then stood up and dropped his pants. Gus covered his eyes, then peeked through his fingers.
     “Okay, see? They’re the same.” Ted reached down to pull up his pants.
     “Wait a second, that doesn’t count! They’re not even all the way out!” Sammy shined the light directly at Ted’s naughty bits, which were quickly covered up by the cub with much chagrin. 
     “So? You saw ‘em. That’s all you wanted.”
     “That’s not your weenie! That’s just your sheaf! You gotta get it hard to know if it’s the same size!”
     “No! I’m not gonna rub my weenie in front of you guys. That’s just weird!”
     “You did it in front of Todd before!”
     Ted fell silent. He thought about what he had done with his brother. Not just once, not just twice, but many, many times. And more than just doing it in front of each other, doing it for his brother. To his brother. And not just with his hands, sometimes they even used their—
     To Sammy’s delight, these thoughts and the humiliation of his exhibition caused him to become aroused.
     “Haha! I see it poking out!” Sammy called everyone’s attention to the bear cub’s erection, which was poking out through its sheath, sticking out over the paws which were meant to prevent such a thing from being seen. Ted adjusted his hands so that his penis was covered, although this left his softly swaying balls exposed.
     “Come on, Ted! It’s just like at home. Pretend they aren’t even there!” Todd hugged his brother tightly from the side and kissed his neck playfully, both their pants still dropped to the floor, Todd’s nuts squishing up against Ted’s naked thigh. Todd, too, was beginning to display signs of arousal.
     Still embracing his brother, Todd removed his right hand from his brother’s elbow, sliding it down his forearm and to his hand, which was still tightly clasped around his own genitals. Watching his hand from the crook of his brother’s neck, he gently rubbed his thumb across the back of Ted’s hand, then gently cupped his testicles and whispered in the cub’s ear: “Shh.”
     The single, soothing syllable sent a shiver down Ted’s spine, and he finally released his arms to his sides. Gus and Ted both gasped loudly when Todd’s hand wrapped around the inch of exposed flesh and began to lightly massage it. Gus clenched his eyes shut, closing the gaps between his fingers once more. It was only a few seconds before his curiosity took over and he peeked again, unable to tear his eyes away from the lewd act.
     Todd gave his brother a kiss on the cheek, then briefly removed his hand from Ted’s cock to force his brother to look him in the eye. The cubs shared a deep, loving kiss, like they had seen the grown-ups do in the movies. They were well practiced already. 
     Sammy almost started drooling. At the same time, Red’s cock began drooling in his hand as he tried to imagine what exactly was happening in Sammy’s room, adjacent to his own. His fantasies were a bit more extreme than what was actually going down.
     When they broke the kiss, Todd gave his brother a look. This look could not be described in words, but the twins had their own secret language that transcended the spoken tongue. The two cubs took off their shirts and stepped out of their pants. They were left wearing nothing but their white socks.     
     Standing next to each other, the two cubs were identical. This was to be expected, as they were identical twins. But it had never been as evident as when they were naked and silent, facing each other nose to nose and cock to cock, without any hint of personality or expression to differentiate them. The two kids dressed different, talked different, acted different, but physically were the same. If Sammy or Gus closed their eyes and the two cubs switched, no one would be able to tell the difference unless one of them spoke.
     Todd broke the illusory sameness by doing something so in-character for him that no one who knew the twins could have mistaken him for his brother. He placed a hand firmly on Ted’s shoulder, and coaxed him to his knees. This type of forcefulness and his own accompanying submission would continue to drive Ted’s loins wild well into his adulthood. His will was too weak to resist such a insistent gesture; his excitement overwhelmed his anxiety, and he grabbed his brother’s hips despite his shaking hands. The flashlight highlighted Ted’s worried-looking face and Todd’s growing arousal.
     Todd then guided his brother’s muzzle into his crotch, leaving his paw to rest on the back of Ted’s head.. He nuzzled his brother’s sheath before giving the tip a kiss. He used a hand to expose Todd’s pink flesh to their friends, then gave the small length a lick.
     Gus could not believe his eyes. He wondered if this is what happened at all sleepovers. Is this why his dads wanted him to go so bad? Is this what they had expected to happen? Did they know this would happen? His own arousal awakened from within its cotton dwelling as he watched the two cubs in silence. Just outside of Gus’ peripheral vision, Sammy began rubbing his erection, too. Everyone in the house currently sported varying degrees of tumescence. 
     Ted didn’t even realize that he was pawing at his own sheath until it was too late. His cock was at full mast as he worked on his twin’s with his tongue, which was not far from being fully erect itself. Once Todd was satisfied that his dick couldn’t get any bigger or harder, he pushed Ted’s head away. The bear looked up at his brother expectantly. 
     “Okay, we both got stiffies now,” announced Todd. 
     Todd got to his knees and placed his hands on Ted’s shoulders, then beguiled his brother into lying down. Todd got on top of him, pressing his cock against Ted’s. Todd smooched a surprised and uncomfortable Ted, who hardly returned the kiss.
     The spotlight didn’t lie: the cub’s cocks were the exact same size and shape. Sammy’s curiosity, however, was far from satisfied. Todd grabbed both his and his brother’s cock in one paw, squeezing them tightly together.
     “See, same exact size.” He had been unconsciously grinding his hips against his brother, his young body unable to resist the natural instinct. Pre-cum from both cubs dribbled down onto Ted’s belly fur, slicking the flesh of their glans.
     Ted suddenly became very aware of what was going on. His friends were watching him make out—and frot with his brother. His emotions bounced back and forth between humiliation and being incredibly, incredibly turned on. The cub had not yet learned to allow the two emotions to coexist peacefully. 
     This time, embarrassment won out over lust. 
     “Okay, that’s enough!”
     He pushed his brother away and quickly put his pants back on. He tucked his erection down into his briefs and sat grumpily with a pillow conspicuously concealing his crotch. He didn’t put his shirt back on, though. He didn’t mind being shirtless in front of others.
      Todd decided he rather liked being naked and erect in front of his friends and brother, and wanted to push the game much farther past its current limits.
     “Alright, Sammy. Your turn, now. Truth or dare?” Todd stood up proudly with his hands on his hips, letting his slightly sticky sex glisten in the flashlight’s beam. Gus and Sammy’s eyes were trained on the bear’s member, while Ted stared down at his socks wishing he was at home in his own bed. 
     Sammy gulped down the saliva that was starting to foam at the edge of his jowls. Then he gulped down the rest of the whiskey he had stolen. He was ready. It was time.
     “Dare.”
     An inaudible gasp shook the room. Red unleashed a torrent of cum in the other room. Its forceful gush painted the walls white, landed on his forehead and chin, soaked into his sheets and pillow. He panted and moaned, making Sammy perk his ears up. He knew that sound, and he knew it well. He felt fear and trepidation, imagining his father walking into their room right at this moment. What he might do to Sammy; what he might do to his friends. The retaliation for sharing something that was supposed to be just for them. 
     “I dare you to suck on my thing.”
     Yes! This is what Sammy had wanted all along. He forgot all about his dad in the other room, and the prospect of being caught. He had to hide his excitement by pretending to be disgusted.
     “What?! That’s gross! It’s got Teddy Bear’s spit all over it!”
     “Then I dare you to kiss Ted, too.”
     “That’s not fair, either!” Ted spoke up. “It’s supposed to be one dare per turn!”
     “Fine. Sammy, I dare you to suck on my thing after you kiss Ted.” Todd was amused at his own deviousness.
     “That doesn’t count!” 
     Sammy, however, didn’t care. These weren’t dares, really, but secret desires he had held for a long time that were finally coming to fruition under the guise of a dare. He loved the twins, especially Ted, in a way that often exceeded a platonic level. For a while now, he had concerned himself with peeking at them in the locker room at camp, unknowingly joining Luke in his vouyeristic actions. It was this game of truth or dare, however, that allowed him to finally get up close and personal with the bears’ cubhoods. This was his design.
     “Come on, Teddy, it’s the rules,” Sammy cooed with a seductive lilt, one that could only have been learned from a horny adult, such as his father. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips.
     “I’m not playing anymore!” Ted said. But he was hard pressed to admit he didn’t have some feelings for Sammy as well. The kid was only ten years old, but already well aware he had a preference for males. He had just never thought about it much until tonight.
      “But you gotta,” slurred Sammy. “You’re part of my dare. Just ‘cause you’re not playing doesn’t mean you can get out of being part of my dare.” Sammy got on his hands and knees and began crawling towards Ted, who stuck a socked foot in his face to keep him away. Samwell nibbled on the bear’s toe playfully.
     “Ow!” Ted recoiled and removed the pillow from his lap, then threw it at Sammy. Sammy caught it and threw it back, thumping Ted in the chest. 
     “Ow!” Ted cried again, this time with more conviction, as he fell onto his back dramatically. Sammy took this moment of vulnerability as an opportunity to pounce, and he was quickly kissing Ted’s bare bear chest gracefully as he worked his way up to the cub’s neck. Sammy was doing exactly what his dad would do to him, to show him how much he loved him. 
     “Sam-my!” Ted giggled as the fox kit fingered at his sides and armpits. “Stop it!” This was less of a demand and more of a obligatory plea and involuntary reaction to being tickled.
     The fox shut him up by planting a kiss on the bear’s muzzle. That was the dare, after all. Ted could taste the whiskey strong on Samwell’s breath, though it was much less unpleasant secondhand. The tickling ceased, and the cubs formed a tableau. They were still and silent, their erections pressed together through their underwear and pajamas, straining to grace each other’s tender flesh. Sammy had his left hand pressed against Ted’s chest; his right hand was suspended mid air by Ted’s left hand, which grasped tightly around his wrist. The only movement was that of Sammy moving in time with Ted’s stomach, slowly rising and falling with each of Ted’s deep, shaky breaths. 
     Gus and Todd both stared in awe. Gus’ erection still throbbed in his briefs, aching to be touched amidst all this sexual conduct. Todd’s, too, twitched in the open air. The flashlight long since been turned off and forgotten, so the moonlight from the window was the only illumination that the room had to offer. But it was enough to catch Gus’ attention.
     “Hey, hey! Okay, that part of the dare’s over. Now it’s my turn.”
     The two boys ignored Todd and continued their passionate lovemaking. Ted’s grip on Sammy’s wrist loosened, and Sam’s hand fell into Ted’s, their fingers interlocking. Sammy moved his other hand from Ted’s chest to the back of his head, where he pulled the bear in closer as they kissed. Sammy tried his best to stop his hips from bucking, but the temptation was unbearable, and he felt his knot grinding against his friend’s ursine cock. 
     “Guuuuys!” complained Todd. “All you two had to do was kiss. Now you’re supposed to come suck on my thingy. You can suck on it too if you want, Ted.”
     The boys ignored him once more. Sammy unlatched his fingers from Ted’s and moved his hand seductively down the bear’s side and down into the front of his underwear, fondling the boy’s scrotum for the first, but definitely not last, time. Again, Sammy was mimicking his father. Todd turned away from his brother and his lover and faced Gus.
     “Well, Gus, looks like it’s just you and me,” he said, then pointed down to his erect penis. “You wanna?”
     Gus instinctively shook his head no, then questioned this. Why not? He had done it to Mister Luke. And if it helped him look cool in front of his new friends...
     “Aw, come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll suck yours if you suck mine first.”
     Gus actually yipped out loud. He had not expected to be offered a blowie from his new friend. He didn’t understand the concept that well, but he felt he was saving himself for Mister Luke. After all, Gus had already given him a blowie, and Luke said it was Gus’ turn next. But now, a wrench was thrown into the cogs of that plan. The machine grinded to a halt, and Gus stopped thinking and instead started doing.
     He crawled over the the moonbeam shining in through the window of the single story home. It in, he could clearly see Todd’s pee-pee, dripping a fluid he didn’t yet have a name for down its length. The sight reminded him of Mister Luke and made him salivate.  He reached a trembling hand up to the shaft and carefully wrapped his fingers around it, as if it were his first time touching someone else’s penis. It was actually a lot more different that his or Mister Luke’s pee-pee. Their dicks. It was skinner, pointier, and longer, and it didn’t have any kind of knot to speak of. 
     The room was silent save for the moans and rustles coming from Ted and Sammy as Gus stuck out his tongue and drug it upwards along the length of Todd’s cock. He drew back, closed his mouth, and licked his chaps, pondering the taste of the bear’s pre-cum. It wasn’t that much different that Mister Luke’s, he decided. 
     Gus engulfed the cub’s boyhood in his mouth, suckling at it like a weaning pup. His tongue massaged the bottom of Todd’s shaft, as if trying to coax milk out of the tip. That wasn’t far off from what he was trying to do, really. He looked up at Todd, who had his eyes closed and his snout pointed towards the ceiling.
     Meanwhile, Ted and Sammy had pulled their pants down to just above their knees and were frotting frantically. Sammy had removed his shirt, and the boys were still locked in a kiss. Ted had stopped resisting Sammy’s drunken endeavors and had even begun to jerk them both off together, rubbing rapidly as the cub’s knotted cock smeared their pre-cum around, flesh grazing flesh. 
     Sammy broke away from their embrace to plant a row of kisses down the side of Ted’s neck, then the center of his chest, then up and across his belly button, then back down and...
     Sammy wrapped his muzzle around Ted’s startled member. Ted gasped and grabbed at Sammy’s ears, who took this as encouragement. Sam began working his mouth up and down, just like daddy taught him.
     Gus was doing the same to Ted’s brother, who had already been so close to orgasm earlier that his endurance wasn’t long for this world. It only took Gus suddenly grabbing Todd’s ass and pulling his hips forward, pressing his snout deep into the bear’s pubis, for Todd to exclaim:
     “S—ssstop! I—I—I—I’m gonna—!”
     Gus pulled his mouth off the bear’s cock and looked up to see his expression.
     “Oh, you’re gonna cum?”
     Again, with timing as impeccable as his last sexual encounter, Gus had pulled away just as his partner passed the point of no return. Todd gritted his teeth as he released stream after stream of fresh, young bear seed. Ted opened his eyes and turned his attention from the fox snout around his junk long enough to watch his brother cumming all over the innocent beagle pup. The seminal volume was impressive for a boy of his age and size, and soon Gus was nearly soaked with the stuff. I prolly shoulda taken off my shirt, Gus thought. Todd shuddered and sighed. His release was over, and now it was his turn to satisfy his partner. 
     “Alright, your turn, if you want.”
     “Um, I don’t know. No one’s ever really... touched me. Down there.” Except Mister Luke. But that was only for a little bit.
     “Well, I’ll go slow, I promise.”
     “...Okay. I guess.” 
     Todd got down to his knees, his spent cock slowly receding into its shaft. He licked a bit of his own cum off the pup’s nose, then gave him a quick kiss. 
     “Let me know if I hurt you or something. I’ve never sucked a dog’s dick before.”
     Gus was shocked at how casually the bear said the naughty word. Dick. Dick. Dog dick.
     “...Okay,” was all Gus could say again. 
     The bear tucked his fingers into Gus’ elastic waistband, and slowly started to pull his pants down. Gus adjusted to let them slide over his tail and rump. His cock was still hard, and had been perpetually hard since Todd had first dropped his pants. He wasn’t going to last long, either.
     Next to them, Ted pulled on Sammy’s ears as he approached his orgasm. 
     “Wait, now I’m gonna—”
     Sammy, too pulled off of the bear’s cock just before he came, then climbed up to give his friend another kiss. He finished the bear off with a few final strokes of his hand, which was wrapped around both of their lengths. Sammy felt the bear’s member throbbing against his and, with a grunt, Ted finally released. Thin white cub cum splashed up against Sammy’s stomach, and the cock pulsating beneath his pushed him over the edge. He yipped as he, too, came, the mixture of their essences pooling on Ted’s stomach fur between them. 
     Sammy collapsed as his orgasm came to an end, exhausted. Cum squelched between the two cubs’ chests and bellies. Their fur would be stuck in thick clumps upon waking up the next morning, but they didn’t care. Neither cub had ever felt so good in their respective incestuous relationships. They made each other feel wanted in a way that family couldn’t do. They made each other feel needed.
     Todd, inexperienced with the anatomy of a canine, went straight for the knot. 
     “What is this? It’s so... different than mine. Do all dogs have this big bump?”
     Not even Mister Luke had pawed at Gus’ knot so fervently. It made him tremble and twitch. 
     “Yeah—it’s—it’s my... my knot... It’s really ticklish.”
     “Oh yeah? Good ticklish?”
     “...Yeah. Good ticklish.”
     The bear cub swiftly freed the cub’s knot from its sheath, and stuck Gus’ whole penis into his mouth, knot included. Gus had never even done this himself, for fear of getting it stuck and having to tell his dads, so the flesh was more sensitive than he could have ever imagined. It took just a few suckles to send the poor pup sprawling into orgasm. He was too inexperienced to give Todd a warning, so he simply unleashed his cum into the bear’s awaiting mouth. Todd was used to this, since Ted wasn’t too good about warning him, either. He simply swallowed as much as he could, only letting a bit dribble down his chin. 
     By the time Gus had finished cumming, Sammy and Ted were softly snoring in a cuddle puddle, covered in cum. Todd swallowed and wiped his claw on his chest fur, then gave Gus another peck on the lips. 
     “See? It was fun, wasn’t it?”
     “...Y—yeah.” Gus’ head was still spinning. He felt like he already had one foot in dreamland. 
     “Ain’t nothin’ to it, either.”
     “...Yeah.”
     Next door, Red’s cock spasmed and throbbed in his hand. All five males in the house were now covered in spunk, be it their own or someone else’s. He came even more forcefully than last time, having heard the cubs’ muffled groans through the wall. He imagined them all lined up in a row, fucking each other’s brains out. His son, of course, was on the ultimate receiving end.
     Once he heard all four cubs snoring, he slowly got up out of his creaky bed and tiptoed over to the door. He slowly creeped into Sammy’s room and admired the four cubs. Sammy was still lying on top of Ted, shirtless and with their pants still down. Gus was cuddled up next to Todd, who was still completely naked save for his socks. The four looked like perfect little cherubs, if cherubs ever fucked. He pulled out a digital camera that he often used to capture his abuse of Sammy, and took a picture. The flash went off, but the cubs didn’t even stir.
     He got so much masturbatory mileage out of this one single photo over the years that, were it a car, it would be a Jeep. He took it to his room and jerked off for the third time that night, staring at the picture and again envisioning what events led the cubs to their positions, cuddling in various stages of nudity, sticky with each other’s semen. He came, and fell asleep.