Soon, breakfast was finished and all the dishware was taken care of, but something was left that nagged the minds of the young scouts. It was Timmy that noticed his tentmate Freddie's mouth was covered in leftovers from the morning meal.
"Hey Freddie! You got something on your face!" Timmy said in a teasing motion, approaching the teenager before stopping his face mere centimeters away from his own. "Let me clean that off you..." he said softly. Before Freddie could say anything, Timmy had already parted his lips and began lapping away at his lips.
Freddie would have been appalled by his friend's actions, but something told him that it was just a courteous thing to do. In fact, he needed to reciprocate, right? "Thanks, Tim! Lemme get your fur. It looks a bit messy, you silly!" he replied, using his own tongue to lap at his friend's furry face, not even realizing how just moments ago, their normality was without fur.
Soon, the rest of the camp began to follow suit as all the boys began licking each other clean. Some had even moved on to other parts of their lithe bodies, ranging from the fur on the arms, legs and backs. The few 18 year olds chaperoning them had even stripped down, cleaning each other's furry balls and puckers. The young ones began to follow by example, though they seemed content in rubbing and fondling each other's bodies out of friendly curiosity, giggling as they did so.