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June Illustration: Dad’s Camp
🕑 Added 2023-06-26 19:18:55 +0000 UTCYou guys voted for dads, I give you d a d s ✨
Hope you enjoy this months illustration, and thanks so much for your support.
I’ve decided to write a short story for this month, and I actually want to do more of them for monthly illustrations in the future. Give you guys some more oc lore and getting to see some of my oc’s personalities.
So if you’re interested, short story below:
It’s not very often that Chris gets the chance to just get out of the house and unwind. Not necessarily because he can’t, but because he would generally prefer to spend his free time to do something more productive. But Tim and Corban are out of town for a couple days for the Pride Parade, and without his husband and kid around to destroy the house, the wasn’t much for Chris to occupy his time with outside of his usual work and routines.
So when Gordon called him up and asked if he’d be interested in spending a couple days at one of Gordon’s relative’s campsite with him and Ben, Chris couldn’t find a sufficient reason to decline. He felt a little awkward at first, after all, he hardly knew the mink and shiloh shepherd. Gordon was the father of one of Corban’s friends, and Ben is one of Tim’s friends from when they both served overseas. While Chris has met the two on a handful of occasions, it was mostly just contained in a handful of pleasantries and small talk…
Luckily, Gordon was anything but awkward. The moment the trio arrived at the campsite, Gordon was already stripping down to his bare-fur. “No better way to get comfortable around each other!” He’d joked.
Ben simply shrugged and followed suit, not putting up any resistance. At that point, it’d be even more weird if Chris was the only one still clothed. So left with little other choice, his clothes went too.
Outside of that (very) forward exchange, Chris did start to feel more at ease. Ben brought beer, which Chris helped himself to a couple, and Gordon brought the food and conversations. Gordon is a college professor, which Chris already knew, and his profession certainly helped break the ice. There was no shortage of conversation thanks to the mink being a history buff, and Chris learned some interesting tidbits of past wars, politics, and economies.
Ben shared some stories from when he was overseas, and even some embarrassing tales at Tim’s expense. Apparently Tim had once somehow found himself in a seemingly life or death situation with an unidentified flying bug in his and his company’s sleeping quarters, and he was volunteered by the others to get rid of it, armed with a single broomstick. While he was in the room, their commanding officer had stumbled on the group of men standing around outside their rooms and was demanding to know what the hell was going on. It was at that moment, everyone outside the room heard a muffled “HOOOOOOLY SHIIIIT!!!” Followed by Tim bursting out of the room, ‘screaming like a girl.’
Apparently their commander wasn’t impressed with Tim’s display of valor, and sent him back into the room to kill the bug… without the broomstick… Ben said it took twenty minutes, and Tim refuses to disclose his method of dispelling the evil from the room to this day.
After that, Chris felt like he was talking to childhood friends. There were more funny stories, a couple serious ones, and just good vibes all around. They had been drinking all the while, and it was starting to really take affect as the conversations started to wind down. While not completely smashed, Chris did find it becoming increasingly difficult to maintain a consistent line of thought and keep his eyes above his companion‘s waist-height. Between Gordon being unapologetically hung and seeming to show it off as he relaxed into an open-legged lounging position, and Ben’s heavenly physique that seemed to insist on itself whenever the Shiloh shepherded so much as shifted in his chair, Chris couldn’t help but notice the slickness starting to accumulate between his legs.
Tim wouldn’t mind, right? Pfft, of course he wouldn’t, Chris told himself. If anything, Tim would just be upset that Chris didn’t take any pictures, and there was no doubt in Chris’s mind that his husband was having his own ‘fun’ at the Parade. And Chris’s companions seemed to share his interests. He’s caught several glances from Gordon trying to sneak a peak at his crotch, and while Ben was more subtle in his looks, Chris could see the shiny black flesh of the tip of his head peaking from its furry sheath…
Well… Chris reasoned with himself. I am here to have a good time…
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Blais Bear
This is the perfect trifecta of dads 🥵
