Date: Fri, 11 Dec 2015 13:43:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Writing a "How To" Manual II  Chapter 5

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		       Writing a "How To" Manual II
			 The Secret of the Wolves

				 Chapter 5

It was one week before winter break, and even though we had played our last
game of the football season, the coach had us continue to practice in the
gym.  Thank goodness for football practice, or the days would have dragged.
It seemed like a year before Friday evening arrived.  Wolf and I left the
house together, but Sven, Gerry and Matt each left separately.  We met up a
few blocks away, where we had arranged for Jim to pick us up.

We were all pretty big guys, so I was pleased to see Jim arrive in a seven
seater mini-van.  He was still dressed like a GQ model, and we were all
wearing flannel shirts, jeans and heavy jackets.  It gets really cold in
Montana right after Labor Day.  All of us would never have fit in a
standard sized car.  Matt sat up front with Jim, Wolf and I took the middle
seats, and Sven and Gerry took the three seater in the rear.  Sven took up
two of the seats all by himself.

I don't know what I thought Jim's house would look like, but it wasn't what
I expected.  He drove onto a typical suburban street, in what looked like a
so-called family neighborhood, probably built in the eighties or nineties.
He pulled into the driveway of a two story colonial style house, and opened
the garage door with a remote controller clipped to his visor.  We all sat
in the van until Jim closed the overhead garage door.  Then we all jumped
out.

We entered from the garage directly into a large kitchen.  The kitchen had
an island dead center, and it was loaded with deli sandwiches and canned
fruit.  A large coffee urn was plugged into an electric outlet on the
counter.

As we looked around, Jim said, "There are donuts and cookies in the fridge.
I thought we should eat first.  We might be too exhausted afterward."

Sven looked at Wolf and remarked, "See smartass, he really meant
refreshments."

"I've got plenty of lube and condoms also," Jim said seriously.  Wolf
started to laugh, and Sven looked sheepish.

No matter what the circumstances, even the anticipation of a sexual orgy,
cannot keep six strapping college students away from food.  We almost
devoured all the sandwiches and fruit.  Sven took a vote and we passed on
the coffee, but not on the donuts.

"Let's give the food a chance to digest a little before we start," Jim
said, and he led us into the living room.  The furniture in that room
consisted of a sofa, love seat, and two easy chairs.  There was plenty of
seating for all of us.

Never one to be shy, Sven said, "Tell us about yourself, Jim."

"Not much to tell.  I grew up in this house.  My folks bought the place in
1990, when I was a baby.  My mom died of cancer last year, and my dad
wanted to get away.  He's a lawyer also, and he was able to get a job in
New York.  He likes it there, and he's doing really well.  I just kept on
living here rather than move.  I'm just lazy I guess."

"Does your dad know about you?" Gerry asked.  "I have noticed that guys in
the closet are always curious about such things."

"No, he doesn't, and I hope I never have to tell him.  If there is indeed
an afterlife, my mom knows."

We all filled Jim in on our backgrounds, and we really got to know each
other, which prompted me to say, "Look fellows, if we are going to do this
on a regular basis, I think we should formalize it.  Let's give our club a
name, and collect dues for refreshments, so Jim doesn't have to lay out
money for food, lube and condoms every week."

"Yes.  Good idea," Gerry said.  "Have you thought of a name, Tim?"

"No, I haven't.  Any ideas?"

"Yes," Jim said.  "Wolf is the most interesting one of all of us.  I've
never been with a Native American before."  He smiled at Wolf.  "How about
we call ourselves "The Wolves?"

Everyone thought it was a good idea.  The next thing we agreed on, and
sanctified by a vote, was the amount of dues.  We decided that $5.00 a week
per man would give us $30.00 for light refreshments, lube, and condoms, and
if we should accumulate a surplus, we could always skip a week.

Satisfied with our achievement, we agreed to strip naked in the living
room, and make love on the extra thick plush carpet.  Jim thought it would
be more comfortable than his standard double bed.

Matt, who I feared was a virgin, had hardly spoken all evening.  Finally he
did, and he made a suggestion.  "I think six men tumbling around in the hay
is a bit unwieldy.  How about we split into two groups of three to start
with.  We can do plenty of switching around later on."

"I think that's a great idea," our host piped in.  "I think it's obvious to
you all that I have the hots for Matt.  So I'd like to choose him and Wolf
for round one."

"Why Wolf?" I asked, a teensy bit jealous.

"Like I said earlier.  I've never been with a Native American before.  From
pictures I've seen, they all seem to be relatively hairless, and Wolf here
breaks the mold.  Besides I love hairy men."

"Wolf laughed.  "You're right," he said, "my dad is hairless, and so is his
father.  My maternal grandfather was a white man, so I must get the hair
from him.  He died before I was born, so I don't know if he was hairy or
not."

Suddenly Matt cried out, "Please guys, enough talk.  Let's get started.
I'm a virgin and I don't want to be one anymore."  That got us laughing and
going.

So it started out that I was with Gerry and Sven.  We were experts with
each other by now, and we knew what turned each of us on.  We started with
a daisy chain, and my cock was in Sven's mouth.  His tongue was expertly
swabbing and flicking my shaft at the same time.  His technique was so
wonderful that he almost sent me over the hill, and I had to pull away.
When we separated, I asked Sven to fuck me.  When he felt an orgasm coming
on, he pulled out, and Gerry took his place.  I hardly felt Gerry after
accommodating Sven's monstrous cock.  They went back and forth for some
time.  I felt so good that I wished they would never cum.

At some point Sven exploded into his condom.  It ripped, but I didn't mind.
I knew he only slept with Gerry, Wolf and me until tonight.  Gerry didn't
mind either.  Sven's cum was extra lubrication for him, and even if he
wanted to hold back, he couldn't any longer.

I wanted to get off in one of their asses, and I chose Gerry.  Sven was big
all over.  His asshole wasn't as tight as I would have liked it, and I
preferred Gerry's tighter one.  The other group finished about the same
time as we did.

We lay in a heap, thoroughly exhausted on the living room floor.  We all
knew that we had it for now.  We agreed that we would create different
configurations the first Friday evening after winter break.  When we were
ready to go, we washed two at a time in the bathroom.  When we were all
dressed, we each gave Jim $5.00 towards the next meeting's "refreshments."

Once again we piled into Jim's car before he opened the overhead garage
door.  When we got to his pick-up point, we all got out except Matt.  He
looked sheepish, smiled at us, and said, "I'm spending the night with Jim."
We wished them a good evening, and walked back together to the frat house.
Nobody would think it strange that Wolf and I socialized with another
member of the football team, and the school paper's sports writer.

We were home for Christmas.  It was so wonderful to be surrounded by our
loving families that I was able to forget about my other family, The
Wolves.  There was little to do on the farm in mid-winter and The Coldfoots
were able to give us lots of their time.  The other farmers were in the
same boat, and they required very few supplies.  Consequently, it was slow
in the store, and we were able to enjoy time with my dads, both socially
and in bed.

It was obvious to me that making love with Dad and Carl was on a totally
different level than with The Wolves.  With my frat brothers and Jim it was
kind of school age stuff.  We fucked and sucked, and that was pretty much
it.  With my two dads, we rimmed and played water sports.  Carl would take
two cocks in his mouth at the same time.  We were all well hung, and the
rest of us couldn't do that.

But Wolf had a special talent.  He could take two cocks in his ass at the
same time.  I had the pleasure of fucking my love with my cock rubbing in
and out with my dad's cock, and other times with Carl's.  The eroticism of
that act was overwhelming.  We all tried to emulate Wolf, but it was just
too painful, and we gave up.  On the way back to school, Wolf and I
discussed the possibility of introducing these advanced sex methods to our
friends, or keeping it special for our dads.

"It's all in the manual," Wolf reminded me.  "If I know Sven, sooner or
later he'll be the one to suggest we do it.  His ass hole could take three
of us."

"Then let's leave it to time and fate," I intoned philosophically.

By Sunday night all the brothers were back, and we were shooting the breeze
in the living room.  Most of them were regaling us with sexual stories,
which they alleged occurred between them and their girlfriends during the
winter break.  Frankly I had trouble believing any of them.

One of them started to laugh.  "Hey Wolf and Tim," he said.  "Haven't you
got any stories to tell us?  I bet you two went at it non-stop."

"Yeah, guys," Wolf said in the most serious manner he could muster.  "All
the animals are housed in the barns this time of year, and Tim and I had a
ball with the sheep.  My dad even gave us a lubricant to use that was
developed by The Arapahos especially for fucking animals.  It was way
better than Tim's mouth or ass."

He paused to let it all sink in.  The room was utterly silent. Finally
someone said, "No shit," and another said, "I think I'll turn in."

Sven, who was also a farmer, burst out laughing.  "Wolf had you going
there, didn't he?  You guys are more gullible than I could ever believe, so
thank you for reminding me that I'm not the only one who falls for his
crazy Indian tales.  For a while there he had me believing he was a
werewolf."

"He isn't?" someone asked.  "How do you know he isn't?"

"Because I was with him one night at the full moon, and he never changed.
He remained the same hairy son of a bitch he always is."

Sven couldn't contain himself.  He started to laugh so hard, I was afraid
he would choke.  Gerry and Matt shared in his laughter, and then everyone
laughed, wished each other a good night, and went off to bed.

To be continued...