Jack and Soren carefully headed over toward the girls’ cabins, not wanting to get caught there by Val either. Before long, they heard the sound of boys arguing behind one of the buildings, and they knew that they had found their culprits.
“If she’s in there, I don’t want you looking! She’s still my girlfriend!” Jared said, poking Martin on the chest.
“Well… well, it was my idea!” Martin fired back. “Besides, if you look, they’ll spot your big orange face right away!”
“Guys, do we really need to do this… Can’t we just look for them at breakfast…?” Rick grumbled, looking around nervously.
Jack sighed hearing this, and he knew that as a counselor he needed to stop this right now. He stepped forward before clearing his throat. “Ahem. What are you boys doing here?” he asked, tapping his paw on the ground. “I’ll have you know, if Val catches you here, I can’t guarantee anyone will ever find your bodies once she’s done with y-“
Soren clapped one of his big paws over Jack’s muzzle, giving him a ‘what the hell are you doing’ look in the process. He turned to the three misbehaving teens and for a moment he thought he recognized them, but he realized how silly it was that a grown man like him would know these kids.
“What he means is that you’re lucky we caught you and not one of the girls’ counselors,” Soren said calmly but authoritatively, easily adapting to his new job as camp counselor. “You’ve all got one strike. Any more and you’ll all be separated for the whole weekend. And three strikes… Well, only Alex knows what happens at three strikes. Are we clear?”
The three boys stared at the two men standing in front of them, and a flash of recognition went through them as they saw the little traces of their female friends in the faces of the two counselors. However, the moment they did, those memories seemed to melt away, and new ones replaced them that better fit their new roles as teenage campers.
Jared found it harder and harder to see Jack as his girlfriend Jackie, but instead as the handsome opossum who had sat at the front of the camp bus that had brought them all to Camp CritterCreek. He’d heard the older teenager cracking all kinds of jokes that were probably a little to risqué for the little kids, but which Jared had found hilarious and surprisingly charming. In his new memories, Jared had been thinking about Jack the whole night, and the wet dream he’d had last night came about from a particularly steamy fantasy he’d had involving the two of them camping out all alone in the woods…
Martin, on the other hand, was looking up at the enormous, muscular bear in front of him, and the little crush he’d had on Sarah morphed into an intense teenage crush on Soren. He crossed his legs nervously as he felt himself springing a boner getting told off by the big bear, biting his lips as his teenage libido went into overdrive as he studied every inch of Soren’s buff bear body.
Rick, not having a strong connection to either Sarah or Jackie, started to instead think about the other teenagers his own age, like the cute Riley he’d gotten an eyeful of back at the showers or the incredibly hot counselor Val that nearly every boy in camp had their eyes on.
Once it seemed like Jack and Soren were done lecturing them, Jared and Martin both barked out a, “Yes sir! Sorry, sir!” before running off toward the mess hall, whispering to each other about how hot Jack and Soren were amongst themselves while Rick dutifully followed behind. Jack looked at the tiger as he retreated with curiosity, wondering why he seemed so familiar before remembering seeing him on the bus into camp.
Once the three boys were dealt with, Soren sighed and said, “Well, that’s that, I guess. Want to get some breakfast?” He started walking back toward the mess hall, and Jack hurried after him.
“Y-yeah, I’d love to,” Jack responded, having to walk quickly to keep up with Soren’s long stride.
They walked together in silence for a bit longer, and Jack thought hard about what he could ask to get a better gauge of his roommate’s tastes. If they were going to be stuck there the whole weekend as counselors, Jack figured he might as well see if he could enjoy himself.
“So… That weasel kid back there was giving you some pretty steamy looks,” Jack said before realizing what a weird thing that was to say to someone.
“He’s a marten. And I’m used to people staring at me like that,” Soren responded nonchalantly, memories of growing up a powerful and muscular bear man bubbling up to the surface. “Unfortunately for him, I’m not interested in boys.”
Jack blushed and stopped walking when he heard that. “Y-you’re not…? I see…” he said, disappointed.
Soren grinned and looked right into Jack’s eyes. “’Fraid not. I’m not interested in boys. I like men,” Soren said, winking at Jack and flashing a toothy smile. “I just thought you should know, if we’re gonna be rooming together.”
Jack gulped and felt his dick getting rock-hard hearing that, blushing as he saw Soren eyeing the tent in his shorts and chuckling. Soren reached around and put his arm around the smaller man’s shoulder and together they walked up the path to the mess, where the kids, teens, and counselors were all congregating to start their first day at camp.