>be me, a casual hiking/camping enthusiast
>meet a friend and talk about going for a hike someday soon
>turns out he is a massive outdoors nut
>like, just spent half his paycheck on an ultralight tent 
>his backpack alone costs more than my full gearset
>keeps talking about how important saving weight is on the trail
>"Ounces become pounds!" could as well be engraved on his forehead with how much he takes it to heart
>despite his rather obnoxious rant about the benefits of carbon fiber, agree to a hike together

>show up to the agreed meeting point, the weather is nice and trail looks pleasant 
>wearing the thrift shop special of mismatched clothes, my cookware clanking in my pack with each step
>hear an excited "Hey!" from behind, turn around and see my buddy
>... wearing some very tight shorts and a t-shirt, walking on bare paws
>seeing my eyes wander up and down, he giggles and wiggles his toes
>"I don't bother with boots on trails like this. It's nice to feel the earth under me, y'know?"
>try not to stare at the bulge on the front of his shorts while going "Y-yeah..." in response
>anyway! time to hike!

>surprisingly enough, the trail is nice and easy
>glance back at buddy, seeing him lean against a tree and panting for breath
>oh right, human stamina and all that
>"How about we stop for bite to eat?" I suggest, putting my pack down
>as I clack around with my glorified hobo stove, buddy has already set a gas boiler up to heat up some prepackaged dehydrated stew
>he looks beyond smug as he has a meal ready for us before I could even start boiling water
>"... You know, the traditional barefoot housewife making food usually doesn't do so in the woods." I say to shut the smug
>buddy sputters a wordless dismissal in response, his ears standing right up as he hides his face
>mutters something about "barefoot and pregnant..." with a huff
>dang, must've hit a nerve, I should apologize later

>just as we're setting off again, a strong wind blows across us
>the skies darken as an unexpected thunderstorm approaches
>scramble to set up shelter, thankfully my tent is easy to put up
>opening the front of it, look to buddy only to hear a tearing sound
>a snapped carbon fiber rod tore a gash in his brand new tent, and also in his shirt
>no time to fret over that as the rain starts pounding down hard
>grab buddy and yank him into my tent, covering our bags with the remains of his tent 

>stuck sheltering from the rain, we're sitting basically shoulder to shoulder
>I can feel my shirt getting wet, since buddy got soaked in the few seconds he was in the rain
>"Sorry..." he says, trying to lean away but just manages to squirm in place
>eh whatever, I yank my shirt off so it can't get more wet
>buddy looks away, his fur standing on end but his tail wags in spite of everything
>"Well, it's a hot day. Won't kill me to strip down some."
>buddy still keeps his eyes away, though he looks restless as he keeps shifting 
>dangit, my pant leg's getting wet too 
>"...Dude. Mind if I take these off too?" I carefully ask, taking hold of my belt
>"Can I take them off you instead?" buddy blurts out before clamping his hands around his snout
>if he could blush, he'd be crimson

>"... Yeah." I hear my own voice answer
>the pounding rain somehow isn't enough to quiet the sound of my heartbeat
>as buddy turns to look at me, I swear I can hear his heart too
>he looks at me, as if to make sure he heard right
>still not really thinking, I take hold of his hand and nod
>guiding his hand to my belt, buddy starts fumbling with my pants
>his tongue is hanging out of his mouth as his paws scramble with the buttons
>his shorts hug his frame deliciously, his butt swaying as his tail wags up a storm
>I have to shift my hips to let him pull the pants down

>so, here I am, wearing just boxers as my buddy sits on my legs
>big ol' puppy eyes staring into my soul as his gaze drinks in my body
>not like I don't have a nice view of him too, and his fur feels nice against my legs
>his shorts are tenting up a fair bit, the pointy tip of his distinctly canine
>heh, "tenting"
>the mental pun disappears from my mind when buddy shifts forward
>just two thin layers of cloth separating us
>buddy's tip beads pre through his shorts
>a wet patch on my boxers too
>"G-guess we gotta take these off too!" buddy says, panting with excitement

>his fingers hook into my waistband, trembling and fumbling as he goes too fast
>I reach for his sluggishly, my brain too overloaded by the situation to move quicker 
>holding still for a heartbeat, we look into each other's eyes
>and pull down
>my shaft springs up, whacking against his 
>his knot is angrily red and already pulsing
>and radiates heat on my cock
>buddy whimpers, rocking his hips back and forth, clumsily frotting us together
>I wrap a hand around the pair of dicks, our combined lusts quickly lubricating my fingers
>buddy lets out a bark, throwing his arms around my neck as he leans against me, trembling
>his hips keep pistoning back and forth, his snout pressed against my neck

>it's hard to tell who peaks first
>a warm splash of cum pools onto my belly, followed by another
>neither of us want to stop
>the musty smell of sex fills the tent as I shift around to kiss buddy
>his muzzle meets my face awkwardly but passionately
>an excited tongue laps at my face and the inside of my mouth

>"Good boy..." is all I can manage to say when buddy finally goes still
>he lets out a small giggle, slumping against me
>I try to catch my breath, shifting the cum-soaked hand to hold me up as the other one is starting to give
>buddy uses his torn shirt to wipe up the aftermath
>and then we fall backwards, him laying on top of me
>we stay there, hearts beating in sync, waiting for the rainstorm to end