Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 21:31:25 0100
From: Stephan  Raven <stephan_raven@gay-mail.net>
Subject: Biker Leathers Affair, Part Four (Red Swin-Trunks Affair)

THE BIKER LEATHERS AFFAIR

WOLF IN THE FOLD, CONCLUDED

Usual disclaimers apply. Apologies for the delay since the last installment!

A crimson glow and a distant, lupine howl dragged Dane sluggishly up through
layers of sleep. Gradually, he became aware that he was lying in a forest, the
warm bodies of several naked guys slumped against him. He lay there drifting for
a few moments, luxuriating in the feel of bare male flesh against his own. A
gentle smile of satiated contentment curled his full, thick lips. What an
incredible way to celebrate turning sixteen. It had been the best birthday
present he'd ever had. Involuntarily, his hand stroked gently along the curve of
his sleeping brother's bare buttock as he gazed dreamily at the blood-red moon.
Finally, he had the relationship he'd always wanted with Matt.

He'd always had a hero-worship thing going for big brother. At twenty-one, Matt
was a six-foot-three slab of superbly sculpted muscle and rich, golden-brown
fur. His honey-blonde hair tumbled halfway down his back in flowing waves, but
his strong, square face, with its sharp cleft chin and shining grey eyes,
prevented it from being effeminate. Rather, it looked like a lion's mane. The
mark of the King of the beasts. Perhaps the Viking analogy was an unconscious
reaction to his own name, but Dane had always thought of him as an ancient Norse
God -- mighty Thor, hurling great spears of lightening from his hammer. And he'd
sneaked enough glances between Matt's thick, hairy legs to know that a mighty
spear of a very different sort nestled there.

In his own mind, if not in anyone else's, Dane had always suffered by comparison
to his brother. He actually shared many of the features that made Matt so
attractive -- the wonderful luminous eyes, the strong build, and, despite his
youth, the abundant body hair. But Dane's face, though it shared Matt's cleft
chin, was softer and rounder than his older brother's, appearing pretty rather
than handsome. He was also self-conscious about his height -- only a couple of
inches shorter than average, but he always felt tiny standing next to Matt's
giant frame

And as close as they were, as often as they hung out together and as many
secrets as they shared with each other, Dane had always dreaded Matt finding out
his biggest secret. That Dane was gay. That he lusted desperately after his
older brother's magnificent body.

Until a few weeks ago. The coach had called in sick, and the after-school
basketball practice had been cancelled. Dane had got home a good hour early, and
slouched up the stairs thinking vaguely about jerking off, when he heard the
unmistakable moaning coming from Matt's room.

Dane's luscious lips had curved up in an evil grin. He must have brought some
girl home ... Matt's door was half-open. Before he consciously knew what he was
doing, he'd snuck up to the doorway, intent on catching a glimpse of his
brother's cock in action.

What he saw froze him like a statue. Matt was lying on his bed, flat on his
back. Crouched above him, with Matt's legs resting on his shoulders, was a
gorgeous, muscular young black guy with a dark purple Mohawk haircut and an
enormous dick. A dick that was buried up to the hilt in Matt's furry asshole.
Meanwhile, another guy, a marble-skinned vision with medium-length, red-gold
hair, was standing beside them, reaching out to tweak the prominent nipples on
the black guy's smooth chest while feeding Matt his alabaster cock from the
side.

And Matt obviously loved it. His expression, as he slurped around the rosy pink
cock-head, was one of lazy, abandoned ecstasy.  His cock -- fucking hell, how
large _was_ that tree-trunk of a dick? Ten inches? More? -- his cock was
obviously on the point of bursting, as two sets of fingers, white and black,
slid across each other to caress it.

Inevitably, Matt's rolling eyes came back into focus and settled on his little
brother standing in the doorway. His expression went from delight to horror in
an instant, and he spat out the redhead's cock with a muffled curse.

In a panic of embarrassment, Dane mumbled in incoherent apology and fled to his
own room. He flung himself down on the bed, his cheeks flaming from having been
caught spying, but his constricted cock torturing him with its need. He didn't
look up as Matt poked his head around the door.

"Um, look, little brother -- can we talk?"

"Sure". Then, in a rush "Look, I'm sorry I saw you. I just heard the noises from
your room and it kind of -- happened, okay? I didn't mean to spy on you ..."

"Hey, hey! Slow down, little brother, that's not a problem. Seeing me, I mean".
Matt perched on the end of his brother's bed. He'd scrambled into a threadbare
pair of jeans, but he was still barefoot and bare-chested, his hair tousled and
sweaty. "I just -- look, can you handle this? I mean, it was a hell of a way for
you to find out", Matt took a deep breath "find out that I'm gay. Right now, I'm
just scared shitless that it'll mess things up between us. I just -- I don't know
what to say, what to do. Just give me a nod, here, please?"

It took a few moments for Matt's words to sink in. Slowly, Dane realized what
his brother was saying. He didn't realise that Dane himself was gay -- how could
he? They'd obviously done a pretty good job fooling each other -- and was
frightened that the sight of three naked guys making it would be traumatic for
the younger boy.

Traumatic! As the revelation slowly dawned, Dane started laughing. He just
couldn't help it. Matt looked at him with worry etched across his face,
obviously worried that he'd driven Dane to hysterics. He reached out to grip his
younger brother's shoulder, a familiar gesture that neither of them thought
twice about any more, and then withdrew his hand, uncertainly.

That uncertainty, the vulnerability that it revealed, helped to sober Dane up.
Okay, so the irony was pretty funny, but Matt was really suffering here. Without
saying a word, Dane scrambled down under his bed, extracted part of his secret
stash from under the loose floorboard, and handed it to his older brother.

Matt's eyes flickered across the titles -- Manshots, In Touch, Freshmen.
Momentary incredulity chased across his face, closely followed by vast relief.
His shoulders slumped as though a huge burden had been lifted. Then he met
Dane's eyes and they both collapsed in laughter, together this time. Their
bodies sprawled back on the big bed as they roared their mirth, their heads
landing next to each other on the pillow.

Dane's hungry eyes drank in the flash of Matt's pearly white teeth. Unable to
restrain himself, he leaned forward and moulded his lips to Matt's own.

Matt twitched a little, as though uncertain. But as Dane's tongue grazed his
teeth and probed into his mouth, he responded, thrusting his own tongue to meet
Dane's intrusion, and reaching out his muscular, richly furred arms to enfold
his brother in a crushing bear hug.

The kiss lasted a long time. Dane squirmed around on the bed until his crotch
pressed tightly against Matt's. The denim blunted the sensation as the two
blood-engorged cocks ground against each other, but each lad could feel the
other's swollen hardness.

After an eternity, their lips peeled away from each other. Matt made an abortive
move to shift his crotch away from Dane's, but the younger boy darted his hands
around to cup Matt's tightly rounded buns, holding them together.

"I fucking loved it", Dane whispered. He didn't know _why_ he was whispering,
exactly, but the intimacy of the situation seemed to demand it.  "Seeing you
with those two guys. Do you have any idea how many times I've jacked off about
you?"

"Probably about the same number of times I've jerked myself over you", Matt
admitted.

"So, now we both know, there's nothing to stop us fulfilling our fantasies".

Two pairs of bright grey eyes met. Softly, Matt asked, "Are you sure about that,
little bro?"

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Because we're brothers. Because I'm your older brother. I'm supposed to protect
you. I'd never do anything to hurt you. I'm afraid that if we fuck, I could --
well, fuck you _up_.  I don't ..."
Brutally, Dane grabbed Matt's hand and thrust it between his own legs.

"Feel, that, brother? That's my cock. That's the way it gets when I think about
you. That's they way it's got for years". H e started kissing Matt's chest,
trailing his tongue around the taut, hair-covered nipples. His voice a little
indistinct, he continued. "All this time, I thought there'd always be that
distance between us -- that I couldn't share that part of myself with you". He
realised the unintentional double meaning a second after the words passed his
lips, and snickered involuntarily. "Literally or figuratively. Now that I can ..."
His tongue dug into Matt's belly-button, and trailed towards the bulging crotch
of the jeans. "Now that I can, I feel like a million dollars". He caught Matt's
zipper in his teeth and began dragging it down. "Fuck with me, and all you'll do
is make me feel like a _billion_ dollars". The fly was open now, and he shoved
his nose through the opening, butting it against the constricted tube of
hardened flesh within. He inhaled deeply, savouring the small of sweat and cum
clinging to Matt's cock and balls. He and his friends had obviously been hard at
it for a while. The younger boy's tongue lashed out, slithering eagerly across
the exposed portion of his brother's dick.

Two voices laughed in chorus behind them. Dane didn't pull his head away from
Matt's crotch. So the other two guys must have joined them -- so what? He wasn't
about to abandon this delicious morsel just as he finally got to taste it.

"So little brother takes after big brother", the black guy leered as he settled
himself on the bed beside them. "Not so little either, from the look of it", he
added, eyeing Dane's crotch with lecherous intent. Dane twisted his body,
awkwardly, and reached down one hand to pull his own zipper down. Giddy with
lust, the thought of exposing his dick to this stranger's inspection sent a
horny thrill through him.

"Nice", the redhead hissed sibilantly as he squatted alongside the bed, watching
as almost eight inches of fat, circumcised cock lunged into the open air. "And
you only fifteen, too".

Dane had his tongue stretched to its fullest extent as he delved into Matt's
fly, tying to probe his brother's heavy balls. He tried to mumble "Sixteen in a
few weeks", but it came out as an indecipherable gargle.

But it gave him an idea. Slowly and reluctantly, he winched in his tongue and
lifted his head to meet Matt's gaze. Big brother was looking a little
shell-shocked, but underneath, you could tell he was loving this.

Dane's lips curved up, forming a totally evil grin. "Hey, Matt! You keep getting
on my case to tell me what I want for my birthday?"

"Uh... yeah". Matt sounded cautious. He could obviously see where this was going.

"Well, I just decided. What I want is my cherry busted. By you. And then I want
in on a gangbang".

Three pairs of frat-boy eyes latched onto Dane's dick. Three heads, even Matt's,
nodded eagerly.

"Of course, that means you don't get your cherry busted right now", the redhead
pointed out.

"Yeah. Still, there are a few things we can do to keep me going until then".
Dane scrambled to his feet and grabbed a pillow from the bed. Slowly and
deliberately, he crouched down beside the redhead and ran the pillow beneath the
college boy's balls, soaking up the sweat that nestled there.

The black guy smiled at him. "Kid, I like your style". He rose from the bed and
stood with his legs apart, looking down at his own impressive erection as Dane
reached across to mop his ebony nuts.

"Now do Matt", Dane said hoarsely.

It was clear that Matt was starting to relax and go with the flow now. Smirking
like the cat that got the canary, he got off the bed and stood between his two
buddies. The three of them began exchanging wet kisses as Dane unhooked the
jeans and pulled them down, freeing his brother's glorious pillar to spring
upright. A few golden hairs pulled loose from the densely furred globes as the
pillow scraped beneath them, and Dane plucked them up before he threw the pillow
back on the bed, using them to stoke the hair on his forearms. Goosebumps rose
on his sensitised flesh.

"Now what, little brother?" Matt asked softly as he kicked his jeans away. Huh?
Dane thought to himself. How did I wind up in charge?

He wrenched himself free of his own clothes with fingers that trembled slightly.
Murmurs of appreciation rose from his audience as his hard, teenage body came
into view. He sat down on the big swivel chair in front of his computer desk and
leaned back with one hand on his cock.

"No touching me, yet", he said. "I don't think any of us could stop if we
started. I want my first time to be special. Just give me a show. Do what you
were doing before I showed up -- but this time, do it on _my_ bed.

***

It had been an unbelievable show, Dane thought to himself drowsily as he lay on
the forest floor. (Those howls were closer now. Strange. He'd never heard of
wolves around here. Never mind. They'd keep well clear of the campfire). Being
watched by a frantically masturbating teenage boy had turned the three older
guys on to a truly incredible extent. Between them, they'd managed no less than
seven explosive cums in the space of forty-five minutes.

But even that had paled next to his initiation ...

***

They'd decided to take a hike in the woods so that their horny talk and groans
of lust wouldn't be overheard. Besides the two brothers, Marc (the black dude),
and Rick (the pale redhead), two of Matt's other college friends had wanted in
on Dane's deflowering. Alex was a slim, muscular guy with skin as pale as
Rick's, bright white-blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. Angelo had the classic
Italian looks -- rich brown skin, tight dark curls, and a thin scattering of hair
across his well-developed chest.

The road trip to the campsite had gotten all six guys incredibly worked up.  The
college boys were more than happy to indulge Dane's curiosity about their
previous (extensive) sexual adventures, and there was a lot of groping of
stretched denim bulges. They'd all been tempted to whip out their swollen cocks
and go for it right there in the back of Angelo's van, but with some effort
they'd restrained themselves. Dane was going to get the best they all had to
offer for his birthday.

They'd scrambled out of the van and hiked a mile or two to their campsite. The
walk had built up the sexual tension to an incredible degree as six horny pairs
of eyes feasted openly on the tight asses and bulging baskets which lay barely
concealed beneath thin layers of worn denim.

It was growing dark as they reached the secluded spot they'd chosen for their
camp. Fumbling with impatience. Angelo and Rick had built up the campfire in
record time. With the capering orange light dancing over their bodies, the four
other guys had moved in front of the brothers and put on a strip show that had
put the Full Monty to shame. Marc's flashing white teeth had clamped down over
Alex's zipper, tugging it, at the same time as Angelo was slipping behind Rick,
slipping his hands down the front of the redhead's light vest and ripping it
savagely down the center.  Rick had shoved his fist down the back of Marc's
still-fastened jeans, pulling the material painfully tightly around the bulging
genitals, and causing the black dude to gasp in pain and pleasure. Marc had
gingerly prised himself loose, then he, Angelo and the now-naked Alex had fallen
upon Rick in a mock-rape, holding down his frantically-wriggling body as they
wrenched down his jeans. Alex scrambled up onto Rick's chest, jabbing his long,
slender cock towards the other boy's mouth, then snatching it away again as
Rick's tongue threatened to swipe it.

With two of the guys naked, Marc and Angelo had fallen to the ground in a
near-69 position, wrestling playfully as they tugged the clothing away from each
others' groins. Dane and Matt watched as though hypnotised as first Angelo's
Italian-stallion cock, then Marc's gorgeous monster, sprang free into the open
air.

Grinning, breathing heavily, the four college boys scrambled back to their feet
and converged on the two brothers.  Dane kicked off his sneakers as Marc and
Alex moved to either side of him, gently lifting away his T-shirt and lowering
his jeans. None of the guys were watering underwear -- something else they'd
agreed on early in the planning stage -- and Dane's teenage cock leaped out into
the air, bigger and harder than he could ever remember it getting. He allowed
Marc and Alex to push him down onto a sleeping bag, and lay gazing upwards at
Matt as Rick and Angelo disrobed him. The luxuriant honey-blonde fur swathing
Matt's massive form glowed red-gold in the firelight, and the sparks seemed to
reflect from his brother's glowing eyes. Matt stood in front of Dane for a
second, his marvellous tree-trunk cock jutting from between his marvellous
tree-trunk legs. Then he dropped, with an athlete's careless grace, to lie
full-length on Dane's trembling form. They kissed, a long and wonderful exchange
of love and lust and mutual acceptance all mixed up together.

Gently, Matt disengaged and knelt down between Dane's legs. The older brother
shivered slightly as he felt Marc roll a rubber onto his cock, and smear a
generous quantity of lube across the latex.

The brothers' eyes locked together. "Your choice", Matt told Dane, gently.

Slowly, deliberately, Dane lifted his legs towards Matt's shoulders, exposing
his virgin asshole to the older boy's view. His muscles protested slightly at
the exertion, but he ignored their complaints.

Matt's penetration was gentle and careful. Too damned careful for Dane. He'd
been practicing over the past few weeks -- candles, some of Matt's dildoes,
anything he could shove up his butt to prepare himself for this. He'd discovered
he was a natural bottom, and he'd been salivating over the prospect of getting
_fucked_, Goddammit, not gently caressed! Impatiently, he reached up to take a
firm grip of his brother's asscheeks and started tugging them. The hair and
sweat glinted on his muscular arms as his fingers dug into the perfect globes,
the nails breaking Matt's skin in a couple of places.

The sharp jabs of pain seemed to be the stimulus Matt needed. His movements
speeded up until they were almost frenzied, jolting Dane back against the earth
with every thrust. Dane felt his prostate ram, ram RAMMED -- shit, oh fuck! - and
he ran his hands along Matt's back, leaving long, shallow scratches there. Their
eyes locked again, but there was no gentleness in them now, just a brutal,
insatiable lust which they both had to satisfy. Matt's hair whipped through the
air around his head as though it had taken on a life of its own, and spittle
whipped from his slack mouth to soak into his little brother's chest fur. One of
his huge hands closed around Dane's painfully distended phallus like a vice,
wanking it with hard, brutal motions.  Awkwardly, he lowered his head and
pressed his lips against his little brother's, not gently and lovingly this
time, but with the rough, animal forcefulness of a rapist.

"I've wanted you for years", Matt hissed at him, the words gasping out between
each sobbing breath. Dane lapped at his face like a hungry puppy, instinctively
aware of the way this forbidden confession was heightening Matt's excitement.
"That time we went to the pool, and you bent over in the showers to get the
soap? I was jerking off about that for six months. I stole your boxers from the
laundry basket and put them over my face when I was beating my meat. I dreamed
about you getting off in the showers after football practice".

"And now you're having me", Dane whispered back gleefully. "Fucking me. You like
how that feels, _brother_? You like using my body? You like the feel of my ass
around your dick? You like feeling my cock in your hand? Do it harder. Ram it
home. Fuccckkkk meeeeee ....."

Their orgasms came almost simultaneously. With their bodies pressed tightly
together, Dane's cum surged across both their stomachs and chests, gluing their
hairy torsos together. Matt's convulsions were so violent it felt as though he
were having a massive electric shock, and Dane felt one last huge kick against
his prostate as his elder brother's cock discharged inside him. White splashes
fell across them as the other dudes -- who'd been beating each others' meat as
they watched the deflowering -- reached their own climaxes.

***

Those howls were _really_ close now. Dane frowned. Was that movement at the edge
of the clearing? A hint of silver fur? Beside him, Matt stirred and grunted.
Dane stroked his soft dick gently, and then lifted his hand to his face to lap a
few droplets of cum from his palm. Matt's eyes opened.
"Wolves", Dane whispered in explanation. "They woke me up?"

"Huh? Wolves?" Matt mumbled, blinking the sleep from his eyes. "There aren't any
wolves around here. There haven't been for a hundred -- years", he finished
lamely, as the sleek, beautiful pack slinked out of the trees. "Guys, wake up!"
he added, hastily and rather more loudly.

An assortment of protesting groans answered him. Tousled heads lifted
reluctantly, then jerked into sudden alertness as they took in the
deadly-looking creatures all around.

"They won't come near the fire", Rick said uncertainly.

The huge, black-furred beast in front of the others turned its head towards the
redhead. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth, almost as though it were laughing
at him. Slowly, casually, it walked over to him.

"Oh shit!" Still half-lying down, Rick stumbled to his knees. The white-fanged
muzzle opened wide in front of his face, and a long, prehensile tongue snaked
out, licking him on either side of the mouth.

"I think he just wants to be friends, guys". Dane was feeling strangely affected
by the situation. The weird musk of the wolf was having a powerful effect on his
teenage hormones, and he could feel his cock stretching and swelling between his
legs.

The wolf seemed to notice. Its gaze fixed on his groin, and it gave him that
tongue-lolling grin again.

Then it _changed_. In the blink of an eye, its shape flowed and morphed, the
muzzle retracting, the fur receding, the limbs thickening and the directions of
the joints reversing themselves. In place of a killer beast stood a killer stud.

Dane's cock jerked and throbbed as he stared at the guy in front of him. Oh, my
God! Eight feet tall. The face covered in thick, dark stubble beneath dark,
sensual eyes. Yet somehow young, as young perhaps as Dane himself. Thick, black
hair falling in shaggy waves past the shoulders. More black hair, smothering the
sharply defined pecs, surrounding and emphasising the dark-red nipples, which
jutted proudly erect from the magnificent chest. And the cock...

The cock was a monster. A vast, magnificent club with a radiant purple head,
emerging from its bed of thick fur like some primeval beast. Dane ached to touch
it, to suck it, to fondle the vast balls which swung so heavily and so
temptingly beneath it. He lifted his gaze to the stranger's hot brown eyes.

"Yeah", the werewolf told him in a rumbling voice like a basso profundo cat's
purr. "We all want to be friends. Real GOOD friends..."

***
"You're a fucking WEREWOLF!"

Josh grinned, flashing his sharp, predator's teeth. This was too perfect. A guy
his own age, what looked like the guy's big brother -- big in _every_ way, he
noted automatically -- and a bunch of college kids. And every one of them gay and
horny. He could smell the desire on their young bodies as they stared at his
furry tits and immense club of a cock.

"A werewolf, yeah, I guess -- we're still trying to figure out this weird shit.
The fucking I was hoping you could help us with".

Dane walked right up to him. Stretching out a meaty hand, he took Josh's cock in
a grip of iron. The fingers, as thick, strong and calloused as they were, seemed
almost child-like curled around the massive organ.  They couldn't even go all
around its huge girth.

"Taste it", Josh suggested wickedly. His lust was building up to fever-pitch.
Deep inside himself, he knew he had to have this kid's ass, and without delay.
But his swollen prick, as much as he was enjoying its new vastness, would rip
the boy apart. He needed the lad to become a little more... flexible. And if the
effect the Indian guy's seed had had was any guide, a taste of Josh's precum
might just do that.

The guy didn't kneel. Instead, he rubbed his palm flat across Josh's piss-slit,
coating it with sexual slime. Lifting the palm to his face, he stood gazing into
Josh's eyes, face aglow with erotic anticipation, as he lapped up the juice with
strong, hard strokes. Lovely eyes, Josh thought to himself. The kind of eyes
Lukas Ridgeston had -- that odd, smoky blue-gray color, with an almost luminous
shine.

The boy's body went totally rigid, and he started to tremble. Apparently
werewolf precum wasn't as potent as a full load of semen, for his form remained
basically the same. But the hairs on his body grew denser, his muscle tone
gained more definition, and his already respectable cock swelled another inch or
so. The lovely nipples seemed to stretch, flushing a deeper red as they jutted
from the hirsute tits. He made a low sound, half-way between a gargle and a
growl, and thrust his body against Josh's. The thick fur covering both of them
tickled their few patches of exposed skin as their lips met in a ravenous kiss.
The lad's arms stretched around behind Josh's neck.

"Now! Fuck me now!"

Josh's hands settled on the boy's buns. Muscles rippled on arms thicker than
most men's legs as he lifted his partner from the ground. His hungry mouth
clamped down on his new buddy's teats as he slowly lowered that tight, hairy ass
towards the monster waiting to invade it. The flaring purple mushroom at the
head of his dick seemed to swell in anticipation.

He felt the tickle of coarse ass-hairs on his glans, and then the inner ring
gave way with unbelievable ease. A cock almost half as thick as the ass it was
penetrating slipped inside without resistance. The boy threw back his head and
screamed in triumph as he felt that violating vastness slam into his prostate.
His inner walls clamped inwards like a steel vice, the internal muscles rippling
and contracting as they milked the intruder down its whole, unbelievable length.
Frantically, brutally, Josh started to slam this wonderful kid back and forth on
his dick. It wasn't easy, because the gorgeous blonde was using his ass muscles
to grip as tightly as he possibly could, but he was no match for the power of
Josh's new body. They grinned at each other through the lust contorting both
their faces, relishing the erotic contest. Sweat started to pour from both of
them, lubricating their tits as they slid across one another. Josh's nipples
started to feel raw and mauled from the continual friction.

The others had changed as well, Josh saw. David the cherub had shifted back to
something resembling his normal height, and was standing in the same position as
Josh, fucking an enormous black guy. It was a thrilling sight to watch the
obscenely oversized cock jutting from that teenage body, as it plunged to the
hilt into a guy who looked twice David's size. The black guy's expressing was a
mix of amazement, amusement, and raw desire and he pumped David's colossal
prick. The twins were on the ground, wrestling with a white-blonde guy and
another Italian dude. Arms, legs, and rigid cocks flailed through the air as
they stroked and groped at each other. The twins were taking little nips at the
two college boys as they rolled over and over, raising a faint blood-scent that
was driving Josh to greater and greater depths of frenzy.

He blinked. Was he developing double vision? No, his young partner's brother was
standing in front of them. From the slime trails around his mouth, as well as
the wave of new hair flowing down his body, Josh guessed that one of the others
had given him a taste of werewolf precum. But what was he planning to do...

Shit. Fuck, no. That was impossible. There was no way on earth that he could...

He fucking was! Incredulous, Josh felt a thick, gnarled cock, a good twelve
inches long and half-swathed in hair, press up against his own. The hardness of
the other's bulb slid up Josh's shaft, the movement lubricated from the precum
pouring from the flared piss-slit. It stopped for a second, pressing against the
outer ring of the ass. And then...

Then there was another cock, pressed against his own, inside that hot, tight
asshole. It was a feeling like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Never in
his life had Josh felt so totally connected to another man's body, so aware of
another male's dick. He'd shared sex partners, participated in wanton orgies,
but this sensation took the sharing of the act of fucking to a whole new level.
Concerned for a moment, Josh looked at his partner's face, but there was nothing
to see there except utter ecstasy and burning desire.

"Oh fuck, yes!", the lad gargled. "Oh shit... oh, fucking hell... this is
unbelievable... I've never felt anything like this, ever -- TWO cocks inside me --
fucking me -- FUCK me, you bastards! Don't make me wait like this! I NEED this..."

Josh's eyes met the older brother's. Thick grins of triumph and anticipation
creased both their faces. Moving as one, they started to pump. Slowly at first,
but with increasing vigour, they rammed in and out of the boy's tight hole.
Their cock bulbs slipped and slid against one another, teasing and tormenting
them with the friction against the sensitive areas around their rims.  Three
young faces craned at an awkward angle as they exchanged a passionate triple
kiss.

"Oh, yess..." Sean's voice breathed into one elegantly pointed ear.

"Very nice", KK agreed from the other side.

"He can dish it out with the best of them..."

"But can he take it?"

Josh hadn't thought he could get any more excited. He was wrong. He felt the
pressure on his shoulders as Sean's body, now as heavily muscled as his own,
shifted into a piggy-back position. His ass-ring opened easily as Sean's rapier
cock, bent downwards at an awkward angle, penetrated his body. And then...

FUCK!!! If this was what the kid was feeling, no wonder he was going out of his
mind. KK's cockhead pushed its way inside him alongside Sean's. The improvised
positioning only let their resident bad-boy get a few inches inside his anal
ring, but the feelings that the double insertion was provoking were incredible.
Sean, better positioned for full penetration, was assaulting Josh's prostate
now, sending him dangerously close to the edge. The two cocks inside him were
flexing against each other, almost like two swords duelling, distending his
opening in ways he'd never imagined possible. Inspired, Josh jerked his own cock
and felt an immediate response from the one pressed against it. The cries of the
boy he was fucking changed from screamed demands to incoherent howls.

Josh swayed at the center of a sensual and sexual whirlpool. Four pairs of hands
roamed over his body, pinching his nipples, tugging at his tit-hair, caressing
his enormous balls. In front of him, two writhing tongues clashed with his own
like mating eels, dripping saliva down their joined bodies. To his rear, Sean's
tongue licked at his ears, while KK leaned forward, his tits against Sean's ass,
and whispered throatily of how tight and perfect his ass was, what a stud he
was, how he was a sex god that KK was going to worship to death.

He couldn't hold on. One more thing would be enough to set him off. One more
thing...

... like noticing every other guy there, standing in a semicircle around them,
jerking themselves to climax. Like feeling their hot cum splash across his skin
from five feet away...

OH FUCKING HELL!!! The orgasm was like a volcanic eruption, starting at the base
of his spine, slowly building as the pressure became irresistible, then bursting
forth in a titanic explosion of fury. His body became as rigid as a statue,
shaking slightly as he raw force pulsed through him. He flung back his head and
howled his release at the enigmatic blood-red moon, only vaguely aware that his
partners had started to quake as his own climax triggered theirs.

Then it was over, and he was released as though from total paralysis. All the
strength left his muscles and he collapsed to the ground, his multiple partners
tumbling away from him as he fell. The blood-red moon swelled above him until it
blotted out his whole surroundings, the light becoming brighter and fiercer
until...

***

... it wasn't the moon. It was the rising sun, shining through the trees. Josh
shook his head as he came awake. He looked down at his body -- handsome,
muscular, but no longer gigantic or heavily furred. His cock -- big, but not vast
-- lay half-hard across his thigh, surrounded by a spreading pool of cum.

"And he woke up, and it was just a dream", he mumbled ironically.

"Dream?" Sean mumbled from beside him. Looking at his boyfriend's cock, Josh saw
with surprise that _he_ seemed to have cum in his sleep, as well. "I had the
most incredible dream, all right. We got turned into werewolves..."

Josh's heart lurched uneasily.

"... and did a quadruple fuck ..."

KK's voice joined in "with a couple of hairy blondes who looked like brothers ..."

They stared at each other

***

"We _all_ had the same dream?

Matt's voice was incredulous. First Dane, then the others, nodded slowly

***

Dressed in some haste, they made their way out of the clearing. For all the
sunlight and birdsong, it seemed somehow sinister.

For a moment, Josh lingered. His eyes raked over the scene, trying to find
something unusual. He failed.

A dream. Perhaps it was best to leave it at that. He shivered.

On the wind, he seemed to hear the distant echo of mocking laughter.


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