Obligatory Content Warning: the following story contains GAY CUB SEX and DRAMA.  If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON.  By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED.  If you wish to skip the drama and plot building, just stop reading after the sex scene.  It's fairly early on.  Now, for those of you who I haven't scared away... enjoy!

Robbie murred happily as he rested in the cool water.  The pond in the woods behind his home was a perfect place to relax on these hot summer days.  Shielded from view by the thick foliage, the young fox had no shame in stripping off the swim trunks he wore out to the pond.  He preferred it that way, feeling the cool water on his most intimate parts, getting a chance to reveal them to the open air.  It was a feeling of freedom that a fur could only find in isolation like this - at least assuming said fur didn't want to end up on the wrong side of the law.

A gentle shuffling on the other side of the shallow pond reminded the fox that he wasn't alone.  He opened an eye a bit and looked at his sister.  Ellie looked just as relaxed as he did, and she, like her brother, had stripped off her swimsuit.  The two cubs felt no shame being naked around each other, especially considering each had a special relationship.

Robbie shut his eye again and laid back.  It was an odd feeling, sharing this intimate moment of tranquility with his sister, but one that he nonetheless savored every second of.  He snuck a footpaw across the shallow pond, barely six feet across, and tickled the bottom of his sister's paw with his toes.

Ellie giggled softly and opened her eyes.  "Hey, cut that out, Robbie.  That tickles!"

The fox boy opened his own eyes and stuck his tongue out at his sister.  "That's the point!" he said, and pounced at her, pinning her under him and tickling her sides mercilessly.

The young vixen squealed and broke into a fit of giggles as her brother tickled her.  Robbie inwardly rejoiced that the pond was far enough away from the house and surrounded by enough foliage to drown out any sound as he tickled his little sister.

He didn't keep it up for long though, and as he returned to his spot on the other side of the pond, the little vixen panted, still giggling between breaths.

"I'll get you for that," she said as she sat back down, sticking her tongue out at Robbie.

"We'll see about that," Robbie replied, sticking his own tongue out.

Ellie was about to respond when a voice penetrated their peaceful corner of the world.

"Eh, you're just a girl.  What could you possibly do?"

Both of the foxes started and turned.

"Martin!" Robbie cried, leaping out of the pond and hugging his friend.

The little wolf just barely managed to put his towel down before he was wrapped in dripping wet fox.

"Hey, pal," Martin said, returning the hug.  "Mind if I join ya?"

Robbie looked over at Ellie, then back at Martin.  "Sure!" he said, getting back into the water.

Ellie rolled her eyes, not bothering to cover herself in front of the two boys.  Martin stuck his tongue out at her as he slipped off his swimsuit and stepped into the pond, getting down and snuggling close to his vulpine lover.

Robbie put an arm around the little wolf and kissed his cheek.  "Wasn't expecting you," he said.

Martin giggled and licked the fox's nose.  "Yeah, I wasn't plannin' on comin' over, but I got bored, so I figured why not, eh?"

Without warning, the two cubs found themselves under assault by a torrent of water.

"Told you I'd get ya back, Robbie!" Ellie cried as she pulled her swimsuit back on and grabbed her towel on the shore.

Martin started to stand to chase the vixen, but Robbie wrapped his arms around the wolf's waist and held the struggling pup back as the little vixen ran off, giggling madly as she wrapped the towel around herself.

"Leave her," Robbie whispered in his ear.  "It'll give us time alone together."

As these words reached his ears, Martin stopped struggling.  Robbie released his friend, and the wolf immediately got on top of the fox and grinned at him.  "Was that an invitation?" he asked, grinning at his friend below him.

Robbie grinned coyly at the wolf above him and cupped his friend's crotch in his paw.  "Maybe," he said.

Martin murred and moved down, spreading the fox's legs and putting them on his shoulders as he rubbed his fuzzy sheath against his friend's.  "Our balls are touching," Martin whispered.

Robbie giggled softly and cupped both his and his friend's fuzzy sacks in his paw.  "Guess that means we're gay," Robbie whispered back.

Martin giggled and licked the fox's nose, placing his paws on either side of the fox for support as he gently grinded his crotch against his friend's swelling sheath.

The two cubs panted and moaned softly as their cubhoods slid from their sheaths and came to full erection, lying against each other.  Martin gently wrapped a paw around both their shafts and started to rub them softly.

Robbie squirmed a bit as he felt the wolf rubbing their shafts together, moaning softly.  "Martin," he whispered.  "That feels... really good."

Martin grinned between his own pants, and leaned in for a tender kiss on his lover's lips.  The fox eagerly returned it, parting his lips and bringing his tongue to meet the wolf's tongue in an intimate dance of passion between their muzzles.

All too soon for the fox, Martin pulled back from the kiss.  Robbie's disappointment was short lived, however, as the wolf started to plant little kisses on the fox's cheek and neck, slowly working his way down his chest, down, down, down...

Robbie smiled and murred softly as Martin gripped the base of the fox's cock and laid a gentle kiss on the tip.  Martin grinned at the fox as he slowly lowered his muzzle onto his friend's cock, engulfing it in his hot, wet muzzle.

Robbie let out a long, soft moan as his friend took his entire cock into his muzzle.  He shut his eyes and laid back as Martin started to bob his head slowly along the length of foxmeat in his muzzle, swirling his tongue around it.

Martin murred happily onto Robbie's cock as he gently suckled.  He grinned as he heard his friend moaning in pleasure, and brought a paw to his friend's sack, gently rolling the foxy balls between his fingers as he pleasured his friend's boyhood.  The wolf flicked his ears as vulpine paws grabbed them and rubbed softly, sending shivers through the wolf's body.

The little fox squirmed in the water as the wolf suckled his cock.  Water gently lapped as Robbie's sides and tender tailhole, the cool water providing a stark contrast to the heat of the muzzle wrapped around his sensitive member, sending electric shocks of pleasure through his young body.

Martin continued his gentle suckling for several minutes as Robbie's moans became steadily louder.  The fox could feel the pleasure building, and knew he wasn't going to last long.

"M-Martin," Robbie gasped between pants.  "G-getting... close..."

The wolf grinned at the fox and started to bob his muzzle faster, wrapping a paw around the fox's swelling cock and kneading it softly.

Robbie grabbed onto Martin's ears and arched his back as he came, his cock twitching in his friend's muzzle as he squirted his seed onto the lupine tongue.  Martin kept up his suckling and swallowed down his friend's cum, making sure to get every last drop before pulling off his friend's cock with a slurp.

"Like that, Robbie?" Martin asked, crawling up and giving the fox a kiss.  Robbie merely panted in reply, exhausted from the muzzle job.  "Of course you did," Martin said, and got up on his knees between Robbie's legs.  "Now it's my turn.  Get on all fours."

The fox slowly complied, lifting his tail out of the way and looking back at his friend.  His questions were answered as he felt a familiar warmth prodding at his tailhole, and he smiled and murred softly, his tail swishing softly.

Behind him, Martin lined up his cock with his friend's tailhole.  He gripped Robbie's hips as he gently pressed his tip against the fox's pink pucker.  "You ready, Robbie?" he asked.

"Always," Robbie replied, shivering softly in anticipation.

Martin beamed and gripped his friend's hips.  Slowly, he started to push forward, letting out a moan as he sank his length into the fox's tight behind.

Robbie panted as he felt Martin burying his boner deep inside.  Both pups let out a soft gasp as Martin hilted inside Robbie, and the wolf's sack gently slapped against the fox's balls.

"Guess there's no question that we're gay," Martin quipped, giggling softly.

Robbie giggled as well, but before he could say a word, the wolf pulled almost all the way out and drove back in, sending another electric shock of pleasure through Robbie's body as the wolf's tip plowed the fox's tender prostate.

Martin held tight to the fox's hips as he started thrusting into his friend's tailhole at a slow, steady pace.  Each thrust drove into the fox's prostate, and Robbie was soon reduced to a quivering mass of fur, moaning as his friend pleasured him in the way he so loved.

The wolf was certainly getting his share, as well.  He moaned richly as he pistoned his cock inside his friend's warm, tight yet welcoming anus.  His tail wagged madly behind him as his cock dribbled precum, slickening Robbie's passage for Martin's length.

"Oh, Robbie," Martin moaned as he thrusted into the fox.  "I love you... so much..."

Robbie could only moan his reply, his mind unable to form intelligible thoughts as his lover drove him to peak after peak of pleasure, driving him higher and higher.  His member slipped out of his sheath and stiffened, ready for another release from the intense pleasure of his Martin making slow, tender love to him.

Neither cub was going to last longer at this rate.  Martin sped up his thrusts as his knot started to form, sliding in and out of Robbie's tight pucker, earning extra gasps from the fox.

Martin leaned forward, laying his chest gently across the fox's back as he started thrusting as fast and hard as he could into his friend's velvety passage.  He wrapped his arms around the fox's waist, and a lupine paw found the stiff vulpine length, rubbing it in time to the mad thrusts of its owner.

"Robbie," Martin whispered....

"Martin," Robbie replied between moans.

The wolf nuzzled the fox's cheek as he thrust in.  With one final thrust, the wolf's knot buried itself inside the fox's passage, and Martin moaned out as he flooded his friend's tailhole with his seed.

Robbie moaned out as he felt the knot slide in and his friend's seed squirting against his insides.  His cock twitched in the wolf's paw as he squirted a second load into the water below them, shooting considerably less this second time than he had into his friend's muzzle a few minutes before.

The two pups floated on clouds in the bliss of their orgasms.  The pleasure overwhelmed minds and bodies as they once again consummated their love.  When they finally recovered, they were on their sides, panting softly.  

Martin smiled and licked Robbie's cheek affectionately, wiggling softly to feel his tie.

"Looks like we'll be like this for a while," Martin whispered.

"I don't care," Robbie replied.  "I like being like this... with you..."  He twisted around, and the two pups shared a quick kiss.

"Well, looks like you two boys had fun!"

The pups nearly leapt from their skins, and an icy chill overcame them as they heard the familiar, lyrical voice of Robbie's mother.  They slowly turned their heads and faced the beaming vixen.

"Uh... yeah," Robbie said, blushing deeply, glad that his back was to his mother.

"Yeah, uh... Robbie and I had... a lot of fun," Martin said uncertainly.

Terry giggled and grinned.  "Well, when you boys are ready, we're grilling hotdogs back at the house.  We'll keep some warm for you!"  And with that, she turned tail and left, humming a cheery tune.

Martin looked at Robbie.  "Your mom is weird," he said with a soft giggle.

Robbie sighed and rolled his eyes.  "Yeah... but at least she hasn't offered to help," he said, screwing up his face in disgust at the thought.

Martin giggled.  "Yeah... your mom is nice, but I don't think I'd ever recover from that."

The two pups giggled again and calmed down, resting with each other as they waited for the wolf's knot to settle down.

A gentle summer breeze rattled the leaves in the trees above the two young pups, providing a soothing soundtrack to their cuddle.

The pups hardly noticed out much time had passed until, with a slight pop, Martin's softening cock slipped out of Robbie's stretched tailhole.  The two cubs slowly pushed themselves up and looked into each other's eyes.

"So," Robbie whispered.  "Wanna go get lunch?"

Martin smiled and leaned in, planting a little kiss on Robbie's lips.  "Sure," he said, getting up and pulling his swimsuit back on and tossing Robbie's to him.  "Race ya!" Martin said as he bolted down the path.

"Hey!  No fair!" Robbie said, trying to pull on his trunks as he chased the wolf back to his back yard.

Martin giggled wildly as he ran back, grinning as he emerged from the forest to the smell of hotdogs, Robbie close behind and barely dressed.

"Just in time!" Terry said as she sat down at the table on the patio.  "Join us!"

Martin ran up and took a seat across from Ellie, who was already digging in to her first hotdog.  "Bet I can eat more than -"

Robbie silenced the wolf by clamping his paws around his friend's muzzle.  "No," Robbie said.  "No stupid competitions.  Just eat," he said as he sat down and grabbed his hotdog.

Ellie stuck her tongue out triumphantly at the wolf, and Terry merely giggled.

"Oh, you cubs," Terry said, rolling her eyes and looking at the pups affectionately.

Martin sighed and ate in silence.  Robbie rolled his eyes as he calmly ate his own hotdogs.

"So," Terry said as they finished.  "You boys have any plans for the rest of the day?"

"Weeeell," Martin said.  "It is getting close to the start of school."  He looked at Robbie and nudged his shoulder.  "We should make the most of it!"

Robbie giggled and looked at his friend.  "Definitely!  You have anything in mind?"

Martin shrugged.  "I was thinkin' you could come over and we could play some video games," he said.  "If that's ok with you, Mrs. Langley," he added hastily, looking at the older vixen with his most charming smile affixed to his muzzle.

Terry grinned.  "Of course it's alright," she said.  "Just call if you're going to be late!"

"Awesome!" Martin said, turning to look at Robbie.  "Wanna go now?"

Robbie giggled.  "As soon as I get some clothes on!" he said.

"Well, what are we waitin' for?" Martin said, leaping up and dragging Robbie inside.

The fox pup quickly dressed as Martin pulled on the clothes he'd brought with him, and they were soon out the door on their way to Martin's house.

"I’m home!" Martin called as he led Robbie through the front door.

"Hello," Martin's mother called from the kitchen.

"I brought Robbie home to play some games.  That ok?" he called.

"Of course," the wolfess replied.  "Just try not to get too rowdy."

Martin grinned and fired up the console, tossing a controller to Robbie as he plopped down on his favorite spot on the couch.  Robbie grinned and sat down next to his friend.

"Ready to lose?" Martin said haughtily.

"We'll see whose gonna lose!" Robbie replied, giving the wolf a gentle shove.

The two pups played their game, giggling and shoving each other playfully as they traded the top position in their match.

"Yes!" Martin cried triumphantly as he made the final kill, ending the match.

"I'll get you next time!" Robbie said.  "C'mon, best two out of three!"

Before either pup could say another word, the front door burst open.  Silence descended upon the room as Martin's father entered the room.  He was an imposing figure, nearly six feet tall and well built, his muscles standing out clearly against the wife beater he never seemed to take off.

Behind him, Martin's three older brothers cackled as usual.  The oldest was the spitting image of his father; it was fitting that they shared first names.  The other two were progressively smaller versions of the eldest.  It was a shock that Martin looked nothing like them, his own looks tending towards his mother.

Martin's father didn't even acknowledge the presence of the two pups as he strode right in to the kitchen.

"Hey, runt," said Martin's eldest brother.

"Hey, Bruce," Martin said, looking at his brother nervously.  The little wolf cowered as his eighteen year old brother towered over them.

"Get the fuck off the couch, runt," Bruce said, roughly shoving the little wolf.

"No way, I was here first," Martin said indignantly.

Bruce glared at his brother.  "But I’m bigger, and I said so, so GET THE FUCK OFF!" he barked, spittle flying from his mouth, hitting the little pup in the face.

Robbie tugged on Martin's arm.  "C'mon," he said.  "Let's just go to your room."

The two brothers behind the eldest laughed.

"What are you gonna do there?" the second oldest said.

"Maybe they're gonna practice kissing!" the third teased.

"Fuck you, John," Martin muttered.

The three wolf brothers cackled, until a crash sent a sudden silence upon the room.  Standing at the doorway from the kitchen stood Martin's father.  The punch he had landed on the wall had left an indentation as though a meteor had struck.  He fixed John with a look of utter loathing.

"What did you say?" the older wolf said.

John lowered his ears to the top of his head.  "N-nuthin'," he muttered.

"What I thought you said," the wolf spat.  "Ain't no fags in this house, and ain't never gonna be.  Got it?"

John nodded and went upstairs, his tail tucked between his legs.

Martin's oldest brother chuckled and looked at the other brother.  "Hey, Bill, remember when we beat up that soccer fag?"

Bill chuckled quietly at the recollection.  "Yeah.  Was funny hearin' him beg."

Martin's father rolled his eyes.  "Just hope that the neighbor's 'guest' leaves soon.  I'd hate to think that after being a good, honest, married fur, he'd go fag."

The eldest brother chuckled.  "Well, we know how to handle fags, right, Bill?"

Bill chuckled and nodded.

All the while, Robbie and Martin cowered in the corner.  A sense of dread descended upon the pups.

"C'mon," Martin whispered, and he led Robbie past the other wolves as they engaged in a hearty discussion on the best methods of beating up 'sissy tail-raisers.'

Once they were safely behind the door of Martin's room, the two pups sat down on his bed.

"Martin?" Robbie whispered.

"Yeah, Robbie?" Martin replied.

"I... don't think it's a good idea for us to hang out here anymore."

Martin gulped and nodded.  "Yeah... hey, Robbie... think your mom would let me sleep over at your house tonight?"

"I don't see why not," Robbie said.  "Lemme go call..."

Martin grabbed the fox's paw as he stood.  "Nah.  Let's just pack up and go."

Wordlessly, Martin pulled out his backpack and stuffed in a shirt and shorts for the morrow, along with pajamas and a few of his favorite games.  He slung the pack on his back and held Robbie's paw as they snuck out of his room and to the top of the stairs.

They stood with bated breath for a moment.  From the sounds of the conversation, they guessed that the father and brothers had gone to the kitchen to continue their discussion on beating tactics.  Martin pulled Robbie down the stairs as quietly as he could, and they were soon rushing down the street back towards Robbie's house, running at full speed right up to the moment they got to the front door.

Robbie patted his pockets as he panted.  "Darn," he said.  "Forgot my key."

He rang the doorbell, catching his breath as his mother answered the door.

"Robbie!" Terry said.  "You're back!"  She looked to the cub's right.  "And I see Martin came with you."

"Yeah," Robbie said.  "Umm... can Martin spend the night?" he asked.

Terry looked at the two cubs and nodded.  "Of course," she said, stepping aside to allow the two cubs entrance.  The moment they were in, she shut the door and locked it.  "Come sit down on the couch," she said.

The two pups looked at each other, then slowly walked over to the love seat and sat down, snuggling close to each other.

Terry took a seat in an armchair nearby, perched right at the very edge.  "I just got a call from Jimmy's father," she said.  "I don't know what you've seen or heard, but I'm sure I can guess."  She reached over and put a paw on Martin's knee.  "I want you to know that anytime you need somewhere to go, don't hesitate to come here, alright?"

Martin looked at her for a moment, then comprehension dawned and he nodded.  "So... you know how my dad feels..."

Terry nodded and stood up, getting down on one knee and hugging the little wolf.  "I do," she said.

Martin sighed and returned the hug half-heartedly.  The vixen released him, and the little wolf immediately hugged Robbie.

"I'll leave you boys alone," Terry said as she stood up.  She left without another word, leaving the two pups to sit on the couch in each other's arms.

"Robbie?" Martin whispered.

"Yeah, Martin?" Robbie whispered back.

Martin sighed and nuzzled the fox pup.  "I think I'll be spending a lot of time here now," he muttered.

Robbie nodded and kissed Martin's forehead.  "My bed's big enough for both of us," he whispered.

The pups sat together for a while longer considering what had just occurred, then silently went upstairs to Robbie's room and curled up on his bed in each others' arms.

Martin whimpered softly.  "Robbie... I'm scared," the wolf whispered.

The words tugged at the fox's heart.  In all their years of friendship, Martin had never once admitted to being afraid of anything.  He had always been the brave one, the adventurer pulling Robbie out of his shell, and now he was afraid.

Robbie nuzzled the little wolf and whispered, "Don't be.  We've got each other.  That's all that counts."

Martin sniffled and nodded, and was soon asleep in his friend's arms.  Robbie laid his head down by his friend and held him tight, and fell into his own troubled sleep, haunted by images of wolves.