Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2015 12:25:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Writing a "How To" Manual    Chapter 4

			 Writing a "How To" Manual

				 Chapter 4

Carl preceded us to Montana by almost two months.  He was on a month to
month tenancy, but we had to sell our house in the suburbs, which took a
while.  Dad gave him his power of attorney, and he closed on the property
in Montana.  The old owner stayed with him for a month and introduced him
to all his suppliers.  He also introduced Carl to his customers, who were
mainly Native American Arapahos.  Carl informed us that he was warmly
greeted, and wished good luck by everyone who came into the store.  He even
told them that his partner would be down soon, and nobody seemed shocked.
Maybe they thought he meant his business partner, which Dad was also.  We
were to find out that some Native American tribes had different views about
homosexuality than our pious, holier than thou, Christian brethren.

Dad and I moved out west late in August, and I was enrolled in my junior
year in high school.  I had butterflies on my first day, but I needn't have
worried.  The girls were all over me.  After all, I was the new boy in
town, and good looking at that.  The boys were happy that I planned on
trying out for the football and baseball teams, and included me in their
banter immediately.

There was one Arapaho boy in my class, however, who kept giving me the eye.
Every time I glanced his way, he turned his face quickly away.  I didn't
take it personally.  I could tell that he didn't mix well with any of his
other school mates.  At lunch, he chose to sit by himself.  He made no
attempt to be sociable.

I have to admit that he fascinated me.  I wasn't experienced enough to
realize that I was somehow sexually attracted to him.  He was at least two
inches taller than I.  His wide set eyes were almost jet black, and his
ebony hair was straight, and long, and tied in the back.  He nose was slim
compared to most Native Americans I had seen in pictures.  His cheekbones
were high, but not abnormally so.  He was very handsome even by Caucasian
standards.  He would have been even better looking, if his face was not so
dark and brooding.

I made up my mind that I would try to gain his friendship, so on the second
day of school, I sat down at his table during lunchtime break.  He looked
very uncomfortable, but when I stuck out my hand and introduced myself, he
smiled and shook my hand.

"Timothy?" he questioned me.  "Like the saint?"  I wondered if he was a
Christian.

"Yes," I smiled, and what's your name.

"Wolf," he answered.  I didn't dare ask if he had a surname.  This was
progress enough.

Sitting so close to Wolf, I was surprised to find that he had an aroma.  It
was far from unpleasant.  It reminded me of the forest.  I could swear that
he smelled like pine trees.

Without thinking, I said, "You smell real nice."  I could have kicked
myself.  What if Wolf thought that I was coming on to him?

He broke out into a big grin.  "Thanks," he said.

We ate the rest of our meal in silence.  When the dismissal bell rang after
our last class of the day, we walked out of the building together.  "I'll
see you tomorrow," he whispered to me, and ran out of sight.  He ran so
fast, I wondered if he was on the track team, but I dismissed that idea.
Wolf was not a social mixer.  He was the ultimate definition of a loner.

After Wolf left, I went to see the football coach with one of my classmates
who was on the team.  The coach threw a few balls at me, and I tossed some
back, and just like that I made the team.

That evening after the store was closed, and after Carl, Dad and I had
consumed our dinner and cleaned the kitchen, I did not join them in bed as
I usually did.  I told them I was too tired from football practice.

"Too bad," Carl laughed.  I wanted to research the next chapter of my "how
to" book.  We all broke out laughing.

The truth is that I could not get Wolf out of my mind.  His aroma remained
with me until I swear I could actually smell his essence filling our small
house.  I tossed and turned for hours in bed before I could fall asleep.

The next day in school was ordinary.  I had lunch with Wolf again.  The
other students were surprised, but they were not angry at me, nor did they
care to ostracize me.  They were simply shocked.  Wolf had never let anyone
into his life before.

He told me that he was an only child, and lived with his mother and father
outside the reservation.  There was a school on the reservation, but his
father wanted him to get a mainstream education, and enrolled him in a
public school.  Some of the tribal elders were angered by this act of
rebellion, but his parents didn't care.  Apparently, they were as much
outside the loop as Wolf was.

I told him that my brother and mother were killed in an auto accident, and
my dad and I had to get away from the scene of the carnage.  I now lived
with him and his partner.  Everyone in town believed that Dad and Carl were
business partners, but just as if he was inquiring the time of day, Wolf
asked me if they were gay.  That stopped me short.  I decided not to lie.

"Yes," I said, "but I don't want to out them.  It's their job to do that,
so please don't spread it around."

"Of course not," Wolf answered me, "but it's not a terrible thing.  The
great spirit blesses such unions."

Well three cheers for the Arapahos, I thought.

It was time to return to class, so we ended our tete a tete.  I realized
that Wolf and I had confided in each other like two old friends.  I could
not concentrate on my classes all the rest of the day.  That evening I did
not shun sex with my parents, but alone in bed after the love making, I
could not get Wolf out of my mind.  He said that being gay was no big deal.
Could it be that he was a kindred soul.  I felt strongly that I would love
to find out, and I began to create imaginary scenarios where Wolf and I
could be alone together.

The next day Wolf was not in school.  Andy, the boy who introduced me to
Coach Baker, told me that Wolf never showed up on the day of the full moon.
It was a big joke in school that Wolf and his parents were werewolves.  To
let me know that he didn't share that fairy tale, he broke out laughing, so
I laughed with him, but I had my doubts.

Wolf showed up to school the next day, but he looked terrible, like he
hadn't slept at all.  I told him that he looked like he needed eight hours
in the sack, but he shrugged it off.

Our last class of the day was chemistry.  Mr. Wright, our chem teacher,
broke us into teams of two, and assigned each team a project, which we had
to complete by Thanksgiving.  I couldn't believe my good fortune.  I was
teamed with Wolf.  Mr. Wright assigned us alphabetically, and I found out
that Wolf's surname was Coldfoot.  Hence Cole and Coldfoot were a pair.

As soon as class was over, I asked Wolf to meet with me to discuss the
project and how to proceed.  I hinted that I wouldn't mind going to his
house and meeting his parents, but in his usual manner, he shocked the
pants off me by asking to come to my house so he could meet my father and
his partner.  "You see," he said, "I have never met any gay people and I
would love to meet your folks."

I had no objection.  This was better than I hoped for.  During the course
of the chemistry experiment, I looked forward to spending many hours with
Wolf.  I wanted him to feel perfectly at ease with me and my family.  We
agreed that he would come into the store early Saturday afternoon to buy
some staples and provisions for his family, and then afterward we could
discuss the project in my home.  The minute I pictured us alone, preferably
in my bedroom, I started to get hard, and I had to say a quick goodbye to
Wolf.  Every time I was with him, it got harder and harder for me to keep
my hands off him.  My growing lust prompted me to make a decision.

I decided to wait until we were truly alone, and I would come out to Wolf,
and let him know how I felt about him.  I wasn't afraid.  He himself told
me that his people considered gay persons to be especially blessed.  I
prayed I could hold out and not tip my hand for a few more days.

The time passed slowly, but it passed, as it always does.  Wolf was the
first customer in the store on Saturday morning.  I had clued Carl and Dad
in on the dual purpose of his visit.  I introduced him to them, and the
three men greeted each other warmly.  In fact, I got another shock.  Carl
and Dad hugged Wolf, and Carl winked at me.  He was trying to tell me
something.  I hoped it was his gaydar telling me to go for it.

Carl took Wolf's shopping list, and told us to go do our work.  He promised
to have everything bagged for the young Arapaho when we were done.  Wolf
and I rushed into the house and into my bedroom.  I shut and locked the
door.  I never locked my door before.  I was in a frenzy, and I expected
that, but what I wasn't expecting was that Wolf was similarly inclined.

We stood and stared at each other, and I came out with it.  I threw my arms
around my unsuspecting schoolmate, and hugged him tightly.  I felt his body
stiffen, and for one moment I wondered if I was doing the right thing.
Nonetheless, I blurted out, "Wolf, I'm gay, and I have very strong feelings
for you."  I wasn't ready to tell him that I loved him.

He pushed me away, and I immediately regretted my rash actions.  He could
read the fear in my face, so he stroked my cheek lightly, and whispered
softly, "I love you also.  Carl picked up that I was gay.  I saw him wink
at you.  Tim, if you really love me, you'll stay a million miles away from
me."

"Why?" I cried out.

"We can never be together," he said, and dropped his eyes to the floor.

"I don't care that we come from two different races," I sobbed.  "I love
you, and that's all that should matter."

"It isn't a race issue," he cried also.

"Then tell me what it is, and together we can fix it."

"It can't be fixed," he stated adamantly.  "Let's just discuss the project,
and I'll get on home."

As he spoke to me, I could see that he was getting more and more agitated.
The more agitated he became, the stronger the odor of forest pine trees
pervaded my room.  The aroma made me heady.  I sat down on my bed.  I had
no idea what was happening to me.

"You're not fair," I said at last.  "You can't ask me to turn love on and
off like a faucet.  Whatever your dark secret is, we can work through it.
I don't want to be corny, but love conquers all."

I jumped off my bed, and before Wolf could stop me, I embraced him in a
bear hug, and began to kiss him.  At first he resisted.  He tried to turn
his face away from me, but as my kisses got more and more urgent, he began
to respond to my love making.  I felt his hard cock against mine, and I
reached down and engulfed it in my hand through his shorts.

"Please," I begged, "let's get naked."

"Now you'll understand," he croaked out.  He ripped off his shirt and I
gasped.  His chest and back were covered with hair.

"No big deal," I lied.  "We can shave it off."

"It'll all grow back very quickly.  It's a curse.  My father is the same
way."

I ran my hands through his furry hair.  I had a dog when I was a baby, and
I was reminded of when I used to pet him.  He had been my dad's dog.  He
was very old, and he died when I was still quite young.

"Don't you understand?  I don't care," I assured him.  "I just want to make
love to you.  I'm very good.  I've been taught by experts."  Wolf knew what
I meant.  He looked awestruck.

I rubbed his cock harder through his trousers.  "Please," I begged, "let's
get undressed.

Wolf seemed to be in a trance.  He wanted this as much as I did.  We both
undressed quickly.  His cock protruded through his thick pubic hair, hard,
fat and long.  I am well endowed, but he was half again as big as I.

I didn't have a private bathroom, so I made a decision to start with
Chapter Two, oral sex.  I figured that next time we could plan a more
leisurely liaison, and we could start with a shower.  I rationalized that
it was good to skip the shower this time.  After all, I didn't want to give
him time to change his mind.

I fell to my knees, pushed back his mop of pubic hair, and his foreskin,
and took about one-third of his manhood into my mouth.  After a very few
strokes, his buttocks rose from the bed, and he began to spurt buckets of
semen into my mouth.  When he came, he really scared me.  He began to wail,
and it sounded to me like the wail of a wolf or a coyote.

To be continued...