--Disclaimer---
This story is entirely fictional and is strictly for entertainment purposes.

Dear Diary,
It’s me Sean again. Haha, I’m not sure why I keep writing this. It’s not like it’s suddenly going to be someone else. Anyway I know it’s been a while but boy do I have some stuff to share tonight. 

So, I guess I started 7th grade or whatever…and my 12th birthday was last week, but there’s nothing special about that. It was a sunday so basically another forced family gathering and I couldn’t see any of my friends regardless. It really sucks, you know? Like…just once I’d like a friday night with one or two friends to play super feral bros or something you know? Well, whatever. I’m back at summer camp as usual. This is my last year as a cub scout before we graduate to regular boy scouts. Honestly, it’s not as fun as my parents are making it out to be. There’s not a lot of difference between the scouts and cubs anyway…especially this year. They paired every older cub with a junior scout as camping buddies. So here I am with weirdo Scott. He’s in 9th grade, but acts a lot older than 14. He's also weirdly comfortable changing in front of me. I mean yeah we're both foxes, but still. It's almost like he wants to take his pants off all the time. Eh, whatever, I just gotta get through these next few weeks.

Anyway, this is our second night as camping buddies. The scout master’s tent sits in the middle, and we all circle it. Showers on the one side as usual, fire one the other, and the big central hall is down the trail. Ugh…honestly I’m kinda done with this crap. There’s nothing special about the scouts vs. the cubs from what I’ve seen. I might as well quit. Like…why even bother doing this if there’s nothing dif…

“Yo Sean! You gonna take a shower, or what?”

“Huh?” I looked up as Scott unzipped our tent and walked in, dripping in sweat. I gripped my diary to my chest, then closed it (pen in the binding). “Uh…yeah ok.” Scrounging my undies from my backpack, I stood up pushing toward the tent’s entrance. 

“Want company?” Scott replied, seeing me scurrying to the open flap.

“Wha?”

“We’ve been sitting around the fire all night. I could use a good hosing off.” 

“Uuuuh…” I blushed. It had only been one night before this, but Scott suddenly was eager to shower together. Not that it was unusual for two…or often several dozen cubs and scouts to shower together, but this was just the two of us. From what I could hear, most of the other boy scouts were still laughing around the campfire. I also knew most of the other cubs and they were likely with the scouts or already asleep. 
“J…just the two of us?” I muttered nervously, as Scott followed me outside the tent. “I uh…I mean yeah, let’s go.”
I clutched my undies tight to my body. This wasn’t the first time I had showered with one of my fellow scouts, but the past year wasn’t exactly normal for me. I can’t exactly pin when it started, but for some reason I was suddenly nervous around my friends for sleepovers and camp outs. I wasn’t sure why, but my weiner was getting stiff when I was around other boys. Thanks to a friend I learned about touching myself about 3 months ago which helped a little but not for very long…were my feelings because of that? I wasn’t sure. Yet, regardless, being around my friends and the scouts with anything less than my shorts was suddenly weird. I…just felt I had to hide my thingy from them. 

So there I was, walking in my undies across the campground to the showers. I held my pjs and fresh undies against my twitching weiner, hiding it from my tent buddy. Scott was equally as unclad, but didn’t seem even remotely phased by our lack of clothing. I’d never seen a kid walk with such confidence before. Why was he so calm in his state of undress around me? Why was he always trying to strip the second we were alone in our tent? My mind raced with these thoughts until we reached the showers. 
Walled off in sections, there were 3 shower heads per stall. Once again I thought back to my previous years at camp. Showers were never a problem…but…why were they now? I was hesitant to take off my undies. The pale white cotton held my weiner tight in my sheath…it was safe…and no one could see it.

“Heh, you’re gonna get your undies wet Sean.” 

“Huh?” Oh crap, he caught me! I had just been standing in the corner as Scott had already stripped and started the water. 
“R…right.” Nervously, I pulled down my undies and kicked them against the stall. Pushing the knob, the cool water rushed over my fur, matting down its natural plume. I stared nervously at the wall, letting the water run across my shoulders. The chilly water rushed around my sheathe, quelling the warmth which had built around it on the walk to the showers.

“Ahhhhhh,” Scott sighed, the water cascading over him. 
Despite forcing myself to face the stall’s wall, my gaze crept to the side. My eyes widened as I looked the older scout up and down. We were only 3 years apart but his body was already much more mature than mine. Like me, he had a beautiful orange coat with a bright gold patch on his chest. The gold seemed to naturally taper off, trailing downward towards his stuff. The water and the ambient lights from the camp glistened, seeming to force my gaze lower and lower, until…AHHH! I was staring! I quickly turned my head trying not to be obvious. But…I still saw it. His sheath was so much thicker than mine! His balls were hanging too! Mine still were snuggly hiding in my crotch, but that was mostly from the water temperature. Did…was he…I couldn’t help but turn my head thinking the tip of his weiner was poking out as he washed himself. WAIT! Why do I care!?!? We’re just two scouts showering. Nothing strange about that, right?
“Make sure you get under the sheath.”

“Wha!?” My head jolted back to him in an instant. My eyes went wide as I saw him soap up his right paw and slip two fingers into his sheath rubbing them around and around.

“The dirt gets in there super easily you know,” Scott said casually. “It’s a bitch, but that’s what a good shower is for.”

“R…r…right.” I stuttered. Not wanting to seem like I wasn’t taking the advice, I soaped up a finger, and pushed it into my sheath. It took every ounce of my breath not to immediately moan. I don’t know why, but seeing Scott touching himself as I did as well nearly made me pass out on the shower floor. I had no idea what was happening, but I was in no position to question it either. He was my camping buddy after all. …but…what was I even feeling right now? My body seemed to just move on it’s own. I was in a trance, just trying to keep up with him. 

SHPLOP!

Oh my gods! As soon as he pulled out his fingers, a trail of fluid followed. What even was that!? It certainly wasn’t soap. Trying to do the same, my finger didn’t make the same sound, nor have the same trail behind it. What…what did he just do?

“All clean.” Scott said, nonchalantly. Reaching up he turned off the water and let the remaining water drip off of his fur. 
“It’s getting late, we should head back.”

“Y…yeah.” I quickly followed his actions, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around my waist. Like Scott, I merely picked up my clothes, letting only the towel be my covering on our way back to the tent. I again clutched my undies tight, this time together with my clean ones. The two of us were only a thin towel away from the mountain air. 

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“Ahhh, there we go!” Scott said, getting the tent closed, and immediately pulled the towel from his waist. Falling back on his sleeping bag, he didn’t even try to cover himself now.. One leg up, the other causally relaxed, he turned to me expecting me to drop my towel as well by his eye movements. 
“Don’t be shy dude, we’re both boys after all.”

“R…right.” I stuttered, letting the towel fall to my ankles. Nervously I kicked it to the side and threw my clothes on top of it. Laying back on my sleeping bag I turned slightly away from Scott. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe. I don’t know why I was feeling so nervous, but I simply couldn’t react any other way. When we first met I thought Scott was shy like me, but he seemed so open about being naked immediately. Was I the weirdo not being like him? I did my best to calm my nerves, but despite trying to hide, he seemed to see right through my reservations.

“So, you wanna mess around or what?”

I was stunned. I had no idea what that even meant or what to say in response. Mess around? What did that mean? Were we gonna go roll around in the dirt outside? Was this a scout thing? My mind raced looking for an answer, but I could see a similar confusion building on Scott’s face. 

“Pffftt.. HAHAHAH! Oh man, are you serious!” Scott held his chest and fell over away from me to the opposite side. I breathed a sigh of relief as his body was no longer in my direct line of sight. But…why was he laughing? He rolled from side to side, wiping tears from the sides of his eyes as he laughed continuously. For sure I thought he was going to hyperventilate given the onset of wheezing and choking as he glanced at me then laughed over and over. 
“Hahaha, oh man this is wild! Hahaha, there’s no way you’re a senior cub scout and you haven’t messed around yet!”

“O…Of course I’ve messed around!” I said standing on my knees and getting defensive. Grasping at straws I said anything I could. “I mess around all the time! I’m the king of messing!”

“PFFFFTTT, HAHAHAHA!” Scott wasn’t impressed. My attempt at confidence made him laugh even harder. On the plus side I wasn’t embarrassed anymore, nor was I staring at his sheath. If anything I was starting to get angry, as I back peddled and stuttered more and more as he rolled on the ground. 
“Oh…oh man, I’m sorry dude.” Scott chuckled, gaining his composure. “Huff. Huff.” Laying on his back, and folding his paws on his chest, Scott slowly calmed himself. While I was still frustrated. I remained seated on my heels waiting for him to explain what was so funny. Seeing my pouting face, he wiped the tears from his eyes, and sat up facing me.
“Haha, well. I guess I should explain what the scouts are all about then.”
Holding two fingers up I started reciting the cub oath by heart, to which I was promptly cut off.
“Na, na, nah…not that. I’m talking about why we do all this camping crap.”

“To build character. To learn survival ski…”

“Haha, dude, stop.” Scott cut me off again. “That’s just the crap we tell our parents.” crawling over to me, Scott wasted no time and simply cupped his paw under my pubescent sac. I let out an involuntary yip and looked at him in shock.
“This is what the scouts are about, Sean. Now let’s have some fun.” 

I was completely frozen, but for some reason not afraid. Scott was my tent buddy after all so he was technically in charge. I nervously nodded as he smiled, and began rubbing his fingers up and down. His grip was surprisingly gentle as he slowly let my orbs rise and fall between his digits. He breathed deeply as he reached forward with his other paw and rubbed up to the open end of my sheath. A devious smile crept across his face as one finger traced the edge of my sensitive skin.
“S…scott?” I muttered, unsure of what he was doing.

“Shhhh. Don’t ruin the moment,” He replied. Not giving me a moment more to respond, the tip of his finger slipped into my sheath. I gasped and he simply chuckled once again. Though I didn’t realize it as significant at the time, Scott also had begun licking his lips every time he got a reaction out of me.
“Relax Sean. This is the best part of being a scout.”

“It…it is?”

Scott took his left paw from my balls and grabbed my right wrist. Pulling my loose limb toward him, he placed my paw on his sheath.
“I know you’ve been staring at it all night. Go ahead. Play with mine too.”

“Wha? I, uh…” Even though I was weirded out, Scott still forced me to touch him. It was…SO SOFT! I couldn’t help but immediately start rubbing him like he was doing to me. Without even needing another direction, my left paw met my right and I rubbed all across Scott’s sheath. He let out a short moan and I finally smiled along with him. I didn’t know much about what I was doing, but it felt good to have him touch me and for some reason it felt good to touch him too. I didn’t know what this had to do with being a scout, but I wasn’t about to stop any time soon. My fingers trailed from his sac, up and down his sheath, and to its warm and wet edge. I moved my paws like he was doing to me, trying to match his movements. Before I knew it, Scott had pushed a finger into my tight sheath skin. I winced a little, but did the same to him in response. It was…warm, and strangely pleasant. It felt like my paw was at home touching him. That shouldn't have made any sense, but somehow it did. It just felt right. It was like when I touched myself, but different. 

“Not bad, cub,” Scott said, scooting closer to me.  “Let’s get them together now.” Not leaving me much time to respond, Scott leaned forward and pressed his sheath against mine. We both let our paws fall to our sides, letting our lower halves feel the other's warmth. He let out a soft moan and smiled as he gently rocked his hips rubbing against me. It felt surprisingly good. I could feel my weiner getting stiff in my sheath from the sensation. While I was a little embarrassed having my stuff touched by another boy, Scott really seemed to be having fun, so I didn't want to stop him. Plus if this was part of being a scout I wanted to be sure I learned properly. 

“Ah, S…Scott…”

“How's that feel, Sean? Good?”

“Y…yeah. I'm getting kinda…ah!” I let out a soft yip seeing my weiner emerge at the same time as Scott’s. Our sensitive pink tips pressed together. Scott didn't let up on his movements either. He humped his growing shaft against mine until we both were completely hard. 

“Hey not bad, cub!” Scott said, admiring my little erection. I was about 3 inches which was pretty close to his, which I assumed was around 4. Both our knots were still really small, barely visible while tucked inside our sheaths. Scott returned one paw and squeezed us together causing me to let out an involuntary moan.
“Hey, lay on your back. I've got an idea.”
Doing as I was told, I got on my back and waited to see what Scott had planned. My stiffy twitched, standing up tall from my body. Tucking my tail between my legs I watched as Scott leaned forward and laid down on top of me. Nestling his legs on either side of mine, he pressed his 4 inches against me and then continued humping. This suddenly felt even better than before! The warmth intensified as did the pleasure. Before I even realized it, my body was moving on its own and I was grinding my hips along with Scott. 
“That's it dude! Mmmmmm, yeah. Keep going.”

I had no idea rubbing against another boy would feel THIS good. By this point my embarrassment had vanished, and I just wished this feeling would last forever. It was so much better with another boy than it ever was touching myself after school. Before I knew it I could feel my body begin to push me towards the finale. A sudden rush of panic came over me though and I stopped my movements.
“Scott, wait, I'm gonna…” 

“Ermph, y…yeah me to dude. Don't stop!”

“But we'll make a mess.” 

“That's the, ungh, best part. Come on.” 

“O…ok,” resuming my humping with Scott, the pleasure built and built until I couldn't take it anymore. “Scott I'm, I'm, AAAH!” Not really thinking I grabbed Scott’s butt with both paws and thrust my hips against him. My body shivered as I felt myself cum harder than I ever had before. My short burst of it squished into our fur just as Scott followed me with a much bigger load. He grunted and thrust hard against me, forcing my hips back to the ground. His boyhood throbbed painting our chests with his hot boy juices. I could feel every squirt and it was absolutely incredible! Never in my life had I imagined I would have cum with another boy. If Scott was right about this being what the scouts were all about, there was no way I was going to pass on that opportunity now. 
Our breathing went from heavy panting to slower and satisfied over the next few minutes. I let go of Scott’s butt, and let my arms fall to my sides. Once we had calmed down, Scott pushed himself up, his palms resting next to my shoulders. We smiled looking at each other for a minute. A smile became a chuckle, then a chuckle a laugh. Rolling off of me to my left, we both couldn't do anything but laugh at the situation we were in. We needed another shower now and it was very obvious. Our combined cum clumped in our chest fur, making it look like bed head…but on our bellies. 

“That was really fun,” I said, looking over myself. My gaze then slowly drifted to Scott’s still semi-hard boyhood. “I didn't know I could have fun with a boy like that. Can we do that again later?”

“Hehe, sure dude. You know… I think this summer's gonna fly by.” Scott chuckled. Reaching over with his paw, he gently rubbed me back to full mast. I smiled and returned to touching him as well. We laid side by side like that for another half hour at least, our paws rubbing each other casually. 
Eventually we did end up taking another shower, once the other pups returned to their tents of course. The second rinse was a lot more intimate. We shared a single shower head and kept pawing each other the whole time. Getting off a second time and letting our cum wash down the drain, we snuck back to our tent for the night. 

… …

Dear Diary,

My tent buddy and new friend Scott is really cool! We've been playing together every night this week. He's really got me excited for next year when I graduate from cubs into regular scouts. As it turns out he lives pretty close to me too. He's in the next school over, but I can easily bike to his house. We still have another 3 weeks at camp before that though. With all the stuff he's shown me already, I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. I just wanna touch him as much as I can, and let him touch me too. Scott says there's lots of ways boys can have fun together and he wants to show me everything. This is the gonna be best summer ever!