Date: Fri, 23 May 2014 09:46:03 -0500
From: Vic James <vicjames2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Being Pack

                           Being Pack
                          By Vic James
                      vicjames2@hotmail.com
                   Copyright 2014 by Vic James
                     http://www.vicjames.com


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This story takes place in the same universe as my stories Plan of
the Shusheen and Son of a Wolf.

Warning: this story may contain incest themes.


                               One
    My best friend growing up was Bob Turner. When we were
fifteen, our parents let us go camping for the first time
together, by ourselves. Every last weekend in June, we went
camping in the foothills near our homes in Tennessee. Last June,
we went and both had a wonderful time. Last July, Bob died from a
brain aneurysm. When June approached, I had long since decided
there could be no camping trip without Bob. I missed him
terribly.
    It's pitiful, I know, but Bob was not only my best friend, he
was my only friend. For three months after he died, I wondered
what the point of living was. I slowly came out of that. I've
never been able to speak around other people my age. I thought I
would say something stupid, or say the wrong thing, or be
ignored, so I said nothing. If my parents, or Bob's parents, or a
teacher asked me a question, I could answer. But I never
initiated conversations. Some of the guys in school called me
Bob's boyfriend, which wasn't true. It didn't bother Bob, He was
straight, and we thought I was, too. Bob did make me feel safe,
but there was no romantic attachment at all. I had a reputation
for being mentally retarded around school. 'Retard' was my
nickname. It never bothered me enough to say anything about it.
I'm not stupid. I got good grades. I wasn't picked on that much,
partly because everyone knew Bob didn't like it and Bob was big
for his age. That was why he made me feel safe. So I had Bob to
protect me. When he wasn't around, well, I was a fast runner.
Once I graduated from high school and met a different group of
people, they mostly called me anti-social. I liked that better
than being mentally retarded. Once, at work, I overheard someone
complaining about the way I acted. I've always had great hearing.
I heard one of the women say, "Oh, he's just odd." I nodded my
head when I heard that. It was true. I would be the first to
admit that I'm odd. I don't know why I'm odd, but I'm used to it.
Hearing things like that didn't make me open up to them, but to
be honest, if they all joined hands and sang, "Oh, we love you,
Tom. Oh yes we do!," I still wouldn't feel like opening up to
them.
    So why am I afraid to talk to people? I should be honest and
admit I am a complete coward. But, pretending I'm just odd, is a
lot easier on the ego. You might wonder how I can work. The thing
is, I don't have nearly as much trouble doing things like
answering doctor's questions, or asking salespeople where to find
things in a store, or explaining to someone why their computer
keeps crashing. But if they ask me how I'm doing, I freeze,
speechless.
    It should come as no surprise, then, to know that I was a
virgin when that June approached. I was twenty-three and had
never been on a date. I had no interest in girls. Bob thought it
was because I hadn't met the right girl. He was convinced that
when I met her, I would know, and I wouldn't have trouble talking
to her. She would be a female Bob. Bobette, he named her. I
wasn't nearly as certain as him. In fact, it seemed extremely
unlikely. Bob thought that if my disinterest in girls was because
I was gay, then I would be interested in guys. He would bring up
pictures of dicks on the internet to test me. He had more
interest in them than me.
    "Look at that one! Good god! I pity his wife!" Or, "Look at
it! It's making a U-turn!"
    I would laugh at his comments, but the penises themselves
were about as interesting to me as a radar map on a sunny day. In
all my life, I had never seen or met anyone who excited me even a
tiny bit.
    There was only one secret I ever kept from Bob. When I was a
child, I was told I was partially intersex. I have ovarian tissue
in my abdomen, even though I'm functionally male. I wasn't a
hermaphrodite. I had no vagina, and no uterus. Once I entered
puberty, I had my testosterone level checked and it was normal.
If not for that, I would have blamed my intersex status for my
lack of interest in sex. But as far as Bob was concerned, I felt
I was already weird enough. What if that made me just too weird
for him? I just couldn't tell him. That was one thing I was
certain of.
    You might wonder what my parents thought about me and my
problems. I don't think they noticed that much. They just thought
I was a little shy. They liked Bob, and I think they figured if I
had such a normal friend, I was fine. They have a violent
relationship with each other. Screaming, shouting, getting drunk,
and getting drunker. Both of them have filed spousal abuse
charges, both of them have withdrawn them. Both of them accused
each other of being alcoholics when both of them were. I was
often at Bob's house. His parents acted completely different than
mine. I asked Bob once if they were indifferent to each other. He
knew my parents, and he just laughed. I didn't have trouble
talking to my parents. I wasn't afraid of them, at all. Neither
of them ever struck me or even screamed at me. They saved all
that drama for each other. I was glad about that, of course. They
sometimes tried to use me as a lever to hurt the other, and that
was annoying.
    "Maybe if you didn't drink all day, Tommy wouldn't be so
shy."
    "Me? You say I am the problem? How much have you had to drink
today? Listening to you screaming all the time is what made him
shy!"
    I would go to my room and close the door, or go over to Bob's
house.
    I could talk to them. But what do you say to a pair of
arguing, drunk parents? 'I'm going over to Bob's house,' was what
I usually said.
    The Thursday night before the Friday we would have gone, I
had a very strange dream. Bob was in it. In the dream, he said,
"Tom, you have to go. I won't be there, but you told me it was
something you looked forward to the whole year. You need
something to look forward to, and you won't find it in your
apartment. You'll be alone, at first, but you are alone here.
Trust me. You need to go. You'll be glad you did."
    I told him I didn't want to go. That I would be more
miserable camping than staying home watching TV. But Bob insisted
I had to go. In the dream, he even made me promise I would go.
    It was the oddest dream I ever had. It was more like a
coherent conversation than a dream. When I woke, I couldn't think
of anything else. I found myself gathering my camping gear while
I thought about it. 'You'll be alone, at first', he said. What
did that mean? Was it just my imagination creating an imaginary
conversation? Or maybe my subconscious was trying to get me to
get on with my life. But I decided fairly quickly that if some
part of my brain was so eager to go on the trip, then I should
go.
    There had been rumors of a large animal in the park that had
terrified some people, always at night. Some people said it was a
dog, some a wolf, and some a bear. From the size they described,
I guessed it was a bear. It hadn't attacked anyone and had run
away when a man chased after it.
    I had taken that Friday off from work, even though I hadn't
been planning to go on the trip. Maybe my subconscious had every
intention of going. My conscious brain, just didn't agree, at
first. I loaded my things in my car and took off. When I was
pulling away from my apartment, I had the strangest feeling that
I would not be returning. Why that should be, I had no idea. I
also seemed to feel Bob's presence. I found myself looking over
at the passenger seat for him, without thinking.
    I hadn't packed food, so I stopped at a grocery store for
basics. Bread, cheese, jerky, and water. I drove to our usual
spot, and then decided to go to a different spot closer to the
mountains. It was a longer, more uncomfortable drive, but I
didn't mind. Bob and I had been to that alternate location a few
times. The scenery was nicer, but there was no park restroom. It
took about an hour to get as far as I could get in my SUV. I
parked, gathered my gear, and took off hiking. It took almost an
hour to hike to the location, with the last half of the hike,
mostly uphill. I stopped next to a small waterfall and set up
camp in an open area partially surrounded by oak and hickory
trees. I sat there and looked down on the trees and land below
me. A squirrel chittered at me from a nearby tree. It was very
beautiful there. I suddenly occurred to me that I didn't go
camping to be with Bob. We could be together at his place or
mine. I went to get out into nature. I wondered what it would
have been like to have been there five hundred years earlier. To
have lived off that beautiful land. There was plenty of wildlife
to eat. There was watercress in the stream above the waterfall,
although it was not native. I liked it and planned to eat some.
    I took a couple of pictures with my phone. Then I looked at
my phone. It hadn't seen much use since Bob died.
    The moon would be almost full that night. I was looking
forward to seeing that valley under moonlight. I wondered if I
would be able to get a good picture of it with my phone. I wished
I had brought my camera, but there was always next year. The
scenery would be the same.
    I decided to think of a Bob story. I remembered the time Bob
suggested I speak to a therapist about my problem speaking. It
was when we started junior high. As soon as the words were out of
his mouth, we both laughed.
    "Speak about being unable to speak! I'll open up to him about
being unable to open up to him."
    "OK. Not one of my better ideas. Actually, it wasn't mine. My
mother thought it might help. We could watch a movie about a
psychologist."
    We did!
    I loved Bob's parents. I might even love them more than my
own. I didn't hold it against her. Unfortunately, that led into a
sad story. I stopped going over to see them, because all the
three of us did was cry. I ended up more depressed than I was
before I went. I sent them a card explaining how painful it was
and asking them to forgive me if they didn't see me for a while.
I got a card back. It said, "We understand. A&K." I wiped my
eyes. But that sad memory led to a happy memory. I realized I
could write about my feelings, but only by snail mail. Email made
me nervous and IM-ing? Terrifying! I sent them several cards
after that. I didn't just write about Bob. I told them about my
job and my apartment. I felt better and I figured that if the
cards depressed them, they could just stop opening them.
    I ate some bread and cheese and decided to go hiking. It was
a lot more pleasant when I wasn't carrying all my gear. I saw a
lot of wildlife and got a couple of good pictures. Then I headed
back to my camp.
    I was disturbed to find that my gear had been moved. I saw
foot prints in the soft dirt that were considerately larger than
my own. Then I saw it. Whoever had been there had scratched a
message in the dirt. It looked like they used a stick. It said,
"Who are you?"
    I looked through my gear. Nothing had been taken. I was
suddenly scared, then I wondered why. It was hardly a threat. It
was a simple question by another hiker. It was very odd, though.
Why did he go through my things? I assumed it was a he, with
those huge feet. Was he looking for something? He didn't take my
lantern or stove. They were nice ones. If he wanted to know who I
was, why didn't he stick around? Maybe he was looking for hot
dogs and was disappointed. I smiled. I didn't think more about
it.
    I climbed up through the hills, in a direction I had never
been. I found a lot of very scenic places. Ironically, I didn't
think of Bob that much. Maybe it was because I didn't follow a
trail we'd used before. I was pleased that I could still get
happiness out of camping. Dream Bob had been right, the night
before. I went back to camp and read a map I'd brought of the
park I found a spot I wanted to check out the next day. The sun
began setting. I was tired from climbing rocks and unrolled my
sleeping back. I was still hot, so I lay on top of it.
    I woke. I thought I heard a sound. I never slept through the
night when I camped. I got up and looked at the sky. The moon was
behind a cloud. A couple of minutes later, the cloud passed it
and the valley was bathed in moonlight. I heard a howl. It was an
eerie sound. Goosebumps rose on my arms. I heard the noise of
branches cracking. Then I gasped as I saw an enormous black
shadow with white teeth. It was a wolf, but it was twice the size
of any wolf I'd ever seen. It moved towards me and I froze. It
started sniffing me and then licking me. I couldn't see it well,
but I could see its tail was wagging. It had to be a big dog, not
a wolf. And a friendly dog, at that. It stood over me, with its
front legs by my shoulders. That showed how big he was. He legs
were further apart than I was wide. He began licking my neck. I
smelled him, then and he smelled wonderful. I reached for him and
his smell overwhelmed me. I found myself petting him and kissing
his chest, which was right above me. He lay down on top of me and
began licking my lips. I should have been disgusted, but my body
was responding to him. I had an erection, which was unusual for
me. It was also embarrassing. I had never been excited by a man
or woman, but I was by a dog. I found myself opening my mouth and
the dog's tongue entered it. His tongue ran over the inside of my
mouth and I groaned with my mouth open. Then he began rubbing his
erection against me. He stopped kissing me, or licking my mouth,
anyway. I was disappointed. He grabbed the top of my T-shirt at
the neck and tried to rip it off me.
    "Ow!"
    The dog whined in response. It was trying to pull the shirt
off me. I sat up and pulled it over my head. It began licking one
of my nipples. It felt great. I didn't know my nipples could give
pleasure, but it was pleasurable. There was no doubt about that.
The dog licked my chest, then my belly. My dick was so hard it
hurt. That was a first for me, too. He tried to get his tongue
under the waist of my shorts. I knew it was crazy, but lust was
something new to me and I didn't stop to think about it. I pushed
my shorts down. Then my briefs. I lay there in the dark, naked,
and looking at the shadowy outline of the dog as I rested on my
elbows. The dog began licking my erection. I groaned. I couldn't
believe how wonderful it felt. I suddenly loved sex. Had everyone
else been experiencing this all along? Bob told me about his
first sex with a girl. He had said how great it was. 'Much better
than jacking off,' he'd said. This seemed much, much better to me
than that. I wondered if it would feel even better if a girl was
licking me. The thought made me kind of queasy. I think I knew at
that point that I would never have sex with a woman. I ran
fingers through the fur on his head as the dog gave me more
pleasure than I thought was possible. I realized I was groaning
loudly. But who would hear? After about a minute of licking, I
came. I gasped at the intense pleasure. The animal licked all the
semen up and then licked my dick and balls until I had another
orgasm. I thought about how hard it was to give myself one when I
jacked off. But a dog made me come twice. I had no idea my body
was capable of it. He whined as he licked me clean, again. My
dick was just as hard as it was when he started. Just the touch
of his tongue on it make it achingly hard. He moved to licking
underneath my balls. I knew he was trying to get to my ass, and
somehow, I was sure he wanted to fuck me. I was torn. I knew what
I was doing was perverted-and illegal, but it was more pleasure
than I had ever experienced in my entire life. I might never have
sex again, I thought. And after, all the dog had made me come
twice. I felt I owed him something. I rolled onto my stomach and
the dog whined. Then it began licking my crack. It felt
incredible. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. The dog
licked my asshole for at least ten minutes. I came again from the
pleasure. He nudged me out of the way, and in the darkness, I
watched the dog lick my semen off the sleeping back. The dog sat,
and I knew he was through. I lay on my stomach, again. He began
licking my hole. I eagerly pulled my cheeks apart for him. I had
no idea having your asshole licked could make a man come, but he
gave me a fourth orgasm doing it. I writhed around on my sleeping
back, as the dog made me feel things I never even dreamed off. He
stopped and lay down on top of me. He licked my neck and my ears
for a while. I was nervous. I knew he was going to fuck me.
Despite how perverted it was, I wanted to have sex. I might never
have sex with anyone else, but I would at least have experienced
it. If only a dog could satisfy me, it might be the only time I
allowed myself to do it. I gasped as I felt his slimy cock
between my cheeks. I gasped again when he thrust it inside me in
a single motion. I screamed and the dog began licking my neck and
back. The pain was intense. I turned my head to the side, and the
dog licked my lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue went inside
my mouth. The pain lessened as he licked inside my mouth. I
slowly began feeling pleasure from having his cock swell inside
me as we 'kissed'. I was ashamed to admit that I decided to take
the dog home with me. The pleasure was too intense to give up. He
had given me four orgasms, and I was sure he could give me more.
I thought about doing this all the time with him and I felt my
cock throb under me. I had always wanted a dog, but my parents
wouldn't let me have one. My mother had a dog that she loved when
she was a teenager. When it died, she swore would never have
another one. I thought it was unfair. Humans died, too. Was that
a reason not to want one? Dogs were supposed to be man's best
friend. He could be my best friend and my lover. He wasn't
wearing a collar; I noticed that when I was stroking his head. I
didn't think I could be accused of stealing him without one. I
knew it was disgusting, but I had discovered sex and I loved it.
Maybe it was just the phenomenal sex, but I thought I was
actually falling in love with him. I thought about never seeing
him again and I felt a sudden panic. Was that love? The only kind
of love I'd known was true friendship with Bob. I wasn't sure I
loved my parents. That's parents, deliberately plural--I didn't
often think of them individually. I doubted they could exist
independently. I even thought about sucking the dog, but I didn't
know what his knot would do in my mouth. I planned to try it,
though. I wanted the dog to enjoy it as much as I did.
    "Do you want to go home with me, boy?"
    He licked my cheek.
    "Would you like to do this every day?"
    The dog howled. I wondered if he could possibly understand
what I said.
    "If you want to live with me and do this every day, lick my
shoulder."
    Sure enough, he licked my shoulder.
    I knew it was too good to be true. That proved I was dreaming
the whole thing. But everything seemed so real. I heard the
distant hoot of an owl. The dog was panting, and saliva dripped
onto my neck. There was a lump under me. I guessed it was a tree
root. The dog's very heavy weight pressed me against it. It was a
little uncomfortable. I tried to move, but the dog didn't. I
shook my head. I didn't have dreams with so much detail. I
supposed I had a very smart dog for a lover.
    "Will you bark three times, boy?"
    He did. I shrugged. It wasn't a dream, but it couldn't be
real. Could it? I felt his cock continue to swell. It was
pressing on something that gave me tingles of pleasure. His
weight on my body felt good to me, despite the fact that he was
very heavy. I was eager to see what breed he was. I guessed he
was a mutt. Maybe an Irish Wolfhound-Great Dane mix, although his
fur was a little long for him to be half Great Dane. Maybe he was
St. Bernard mix. My apartment complex didn't allow dogs. I would
have to move.
    I loved the feel of his fur on my back. I wondered if I
should allow a man to fuck me, if I could find one who would. The
thought didn't make me queasy. That meant I was gay. Being gay
was OK with me. It had been OK with Bob, too. I thought about how
funny it would be if the dog's owner wanted to fuck me, too. They
could take turns! Or I could suck the man while his dog fucked
me. I was embarrassed by the thought. I was turning into a sex
fiend, and a perverted one, at that. Maybe I would enjoy a human
cock even more. Sucking a man's cock sounded a lot better than
sucking a dog cock, too. I suddenly liked cocks, it seemed. I had
wondered if I was straight or gay. Thanks to the dog, I knew the
answer.
    "I like cocks and I want to be fucked," I mused, aloud.
    He got the message. He began fucking me and I screamed again.
I felt like my insides were ripped out and pushed back in. There
was no pleasure, anymore. I began clawing on the sleeping bag and
then the ground to get away. The dog growled, but the pain was
too much. I tried to get out from under him and he bit me on the
shoulder. I must have passed out.
    I woke in shock. I was on my side, and human arms were
wrapped tightly around me. They were hairy, but they were
definitely human. I was comfortable. Snug, actually. The air got
quite cool at that elevation at night, but the man was keeping me
warm. I could feel the man's fur-I almost laughed. No, it was
hair on his chest. It felt very nice against my back. I could
still smell the dog. I looked around to see if I could see him. I
wondered if the man behind me was his owner. Had he come looking
for his dog and found him? Maye he had been watching the whole
time. It could explain things if it was the man who barked three
times when I asked the dog to. My head had been turned to the
side, at the time. He could have been on my other side, and I
wouldn't have seen him. He could have licked my shoulder, too,
when I asked the dog to do that. I got angry, and then almost
laughed. Last night, I wanted to meet the man who owned the dog.
I even thought of sucking him while the dog fucked me. Why get
mad to find out the man seemed to like me? I was in his embrace,
after all. But what had I missed? Had I asked him to fuck me? In
the state I was in, I might have begged him to do it. I felt very
embarrassed, but I also felt comfortable. If I had, the man who
held me certainly didn't mind. I wasn't a captive in the man's
arms. It was more of a lover's embrace. It seemed to be
possessive, too. 'You'll be alone, at first,' Bob said in my
dream. I was alone and now I wasn't. I was naked with a strange
man. I decided not to worry about it. If I wasn't worried, I
could still wonder. How had we become this intimate without me
remembering any of it? I felt kind of strange. I looked down and
saw I had an erection. I felt something pressing against my back.
I reached behind me and realized it was his erection. I took it
in my hand and the man sighed, but didn't move. His erection was
at least twice the size of mine. Then a thought occurred to me
and I felt sick. What if this man watched me have sex with his
dog? What if he enjoyed it so much, he wanted to watch other dogs
fuck me? What if he didn't want to stop at dogs? 'Here's a pony.
Why don't you two get acquainted?' That wasn't who I was! I felt
so ashamed. What must he think about me? I had only myself to
blame, writhing around like-I don't know, while I had sex with a
dog. I struggled to get free. That woke my captor or.whatever he
was. I pulled away and stood up. A very large, naked man with an
erection looked at me from my sleeping bag. He seemed to be about
my age. He had a black moustache and several days of beard
growth. His chest was hairy, as were his arms and legs. I had no
idea who he was, but he was very attractive. He was definitely a
man who could date anyone he wanted. There was absolutely nothing
familiar about him. I looked at his erection. It was enormous. It
had to be a foot long, at least.
    "Who are you?" he asked.
    I laughed. He asked me?
    He stood. He was much taller than me. He walked over and
looked at my neck. He touched the bite and I cried out.
    "Quiet! Do you want someone to hear? We're both naked!"
    He spun me around. He pulled my cheeks apart.
    "Am I bleeding?"
    The man collapsed onto my sleeping bag. He looked like he was
about to burst into tears. He was still erect, though. My theory
of him as some sort of perverted bestiality promoter was
evaporating quickly. He looked more miserable and embarrassed
than I felt.
    "You're a man," he said to me.
    I stared at him and then laughed. It was so bizarre! So
completely and totally bizarre!
    "Did you stop by to tell me that?" I asked.
    I was naked and I started to shiver in the coolness of the
morning. He stood and took me in his arms. Then I was warm. I
realized I liked being in his arms. I looked up at his face.
    "Are you sore?" he asked.
    "A dog bit me last night. Was he your dog?"
    He put his face in his hands.
    "It wasn't a dog. It was a wolf."
    "I don't think so. He was much too friendly to be a wolf."
    "He bit you and he fucked you. Do you call that friendly?"
    "How did you know that?"
    I reached back behind me. I was embarrassed, but I touched my
hole. It wasn't sore. Not at all. It was wet, though. I assumed
it was blood. I rubbed it and looked at my finger. There was
crusty-white.something and a little white fluid. I hadn't seen a
lot of it in my life, but I thought it was semen. I touched the
bite on my neck. It tingled like a mild electrical shock when I
touched it, but it wasn't really what I would call sore. I
touched it again. No, it was not sore.
    "I know it because it was me," he said.
    "No. It wasn't. I say it was a dog, you say it was a wolf.
What it definitely was not, is you. Its tail was wagging, and I
doubt you have one." I reached behind him and felt his back.
"Nope. No tail."
    He sighed.
    "Sit, please."
    I did.
    "I am a werewolf. I was in wolf form last night."
    I stared at him. He had to be insane. But I didn't feel
threatened by him, despite his size. On the contrary, I felt like
helping him. I glanced at his erection, which was a mistake. I
wondered what it would feel like to wrap my hand around it. It
was as big around as my fist, and I thought it had a beautiful
shape. I remembered the feel of the dog's cock inside me. It felt
wonderful, until he started trying to fuck me. I was pretty sure
it was his knot that caused the pain. This one would fill me the
same way, I thought, but with no knot. Sucking it sounded
pleasant to me, too. I forced myself to look away.
    "Why do you say that?"
    "It's true. I know you don't believe me, but I'm the one who
tore your T-shirt off you. I licked you, I fucked you, and then
we fell asleep."
    I stared at him. I didn't know what to say.
    He placed his hand on one of my butt cheeks. I sighed. I
liked it. He pulled his hand away.
    He let go of me and held his hand out.
    "I'm Luke."
    I shook it.
    "I'm Tom."
    "If I show you, will you believe me?" he asked.
    "Sure. Show me."
    He reached out and ran a finger over my erection. I found
myself trembling. Until he did that, I hadn't realized he wasn't
the only one with an erection. My body had responded to the dog
and it was responding to him. I only got erections the couple of
times I tried to jack off, just to be sure I could do it. Bob
told me he got erections in the morning when he needed to pee,
but I never had. This erection was effortless. Was that a
coincidence, when it had never responded to anyone, before? I
didn't think so. And it would explain why the dog was so smart.
Despite how unlikely it was that he was a werewolf, I had a
feeling he was telling the truth, or at least that something very
strange was going on.
    He got down on all fours. I was embarrassed for the man. Then
he became something else. I could see bones moving under his skin
as he took a new shape. He had the shape of the wolf before he
became covered with fur. He walked to me and licked me, once.
Then he changed back. He sat next to me on the sleeping bag. I
looked at his hairy thigh where it touched mine. It was intimate
and I liked it.
    I shook my head.
    "I have to be dreaming or hallucinating."
    "No. You aren't. I'm a werewolf and I'm afraid I've made you
into one by biting you."
    I had no idea what to say. But I found his arms wrapped
around me and I liked it. His erection was pressed against my
hip.
    "Can you only have sex as a dog?"
    He laughed.
    "A wolf! Have you ever heard of a weredog?"
    "I want to tell you there are no such things as werewolves.
It seems a bit pointless, though," I said.
    He chuckled.
    "Yes. It's especially pointless if you tell it to a
werewolf."
    It suddenly occurred to me that I had no trouble at all
talking to him. None. Zero. I hadn't spoken as freely to Bob. I
definitely wouldn't have admitted committing bestiality to him.
Was Luke my 'Bobette'? If so, Bob had been right, and maybe about
more than just about there being a 'Bobette' for me. 'You'll be
alone, at first.' Was it my subconscious that told me that? Maybe
Bob was still looking out for me, somehow.
    I took a deep breath and smelled my dog. I pressed my face
into his chest and sniffed. I felt great. I was happy. And I was
in the arms of a werewolf. It made zero sense. Nothing that had
happened since I had the dream about Bob made sense. I looked up
at him. He was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I
didn't know I liked moustaches until I saw his. I reached up and
felt his cheek. The stubble felt stiff and prickly, but I loved
it! I felt his moustache. The hairs were stiff. He didn't seem to
mind my touch, at all. He was smiling. I laughed, I guess out of
pure joy and his smile broadened.
    "You smell just like the dog-the wolf. Why do you smell so
good?" I asked him.
    "I think we are mates. You smell really good to me, too. I
followed the scent to here, yesterday afternoon, but you weren't
here. You are also making me hard. No other guy has ever done
that to me. I am normally fully aware of what happens when I'm a
wolf but last night, I think instinct took over. I was barely
aware of what was happening. I didn't even realize I was having
sex with a man. I still don't understand that. I'm straight."
    "I bet you say that to all the men you fuck."
    I meant it as a joke, sort of.
    "I've never had sex as a wolf before. And I've never fucked a
man. I don't know what to do about the bite. I can tell you that
being a werewolf does have some advantages." He paused. "I
suppose you hate me."
    I looked into his face.
    "I don't know how I feel. No. That's wrong. I feel confused.
I want you and I don't know why. I want to be as close to you as
I can. I definitely don't feel hate. I love the way you smell.
I'm straight, too. At least I thought I was."
    He wrapped both arms around me.
    "Do you like that?"
    I sighed.
    "Yes. It feels perfect." I leaned my head on him. My cheek
was pressed to his chest. "It feels like everything before now
was twisted into the wrong shape and now it's in the right
shape."
    "It feels right to me, too."
    He kissed the side of my head.
    "I never had sex before, of any kind."
    I heard him sigh.
    "I am very glad to hear that, Tom."
    "Are you?"
    "Yes. I want you to be mine, alone. I don't know why I want
that, but I do. Did you enjoy it?"
    "I was disgusted with myself, but yes. I was going to take
the dog home with me. I was going to take him as a lover." I
sighed. "It's sick, isn't it?"
    "No. Your body was responding to me. Just like it is
responding, now."
    He put his hand on my butt. I groaned.
    "You wouldn't have responded to a normal wolf, or dog. Do you
see?"
    I thought about it.
    "I hope you are right."
    "Have you ever found a dog sexy?" he asked.
    I laughed for a while.
    "No, I can't say I have."
    "Not even a Chihuahua?" he asked.
    I laughed and he joined in.
    "Well, there you go. Will you hate being a werewolf?" he
asked me.
    I thought for a moment.
    "I think you can answer that question better than me. Do you
hate it? What did you mean by advantages?"
    "Well, we are hard to kill. I twisted my ankle once. I
shifted into a wolf and then back and it was healed. I've done it
after many injuries. I was shot last month. I coughed up blood
before I shifted and was healed. I suspect even a broken bone
would be healed."
    "How long have you been a werewolf?"
    "A little over a year. It's been difficult to adjust to it.
At first, I had no idea what was happening. I thought I had lost
my mind and was hallucinating. I lost my job because of it."
    "Did you change at work?"
    "When I first became one, I couldn't control it. I would
shift without trying. It still happens, I guess. It happened last
night, but not as often now. I couldn't risk being at work and
changing, so I quit."
    "Did you get another job?"
    "No. With no job, I couldn't afford my apartment. I've been
living out of my van. When I'm hungry, I wait for night, if I
can, otherwise, I find somewhere secluded, shift and eat. There
are lots of rabbits, squirrels, and raccoons. They taste
delicious when I'm a wolf. I've got all this-" He waved his hand
at the wilderness. "For a supermarket. I bathe in the creaks.
This waterfall is one of my favorite spots for that. As a wolf,
the water doesn't feel that cold, even in winter. I generally
stay up here on the hillsides. There are fewer people."
    I shivered at the thought of raw squirrel. Or cooked
squirrel.
    "It's been an interesting life, but I've been lonely."
    He kissed the side of my head.
    "Did someone bite you a year ago? Do you know who he was?"
    "I was rock-climbing here at the park. I fell and hit my
head. I lost consciousness. When I came to, I slowly realized I
was a wolf. It was very weird. I thought I was hallucinating, or
dead. Maybe I was reincarnated as a wolf. It was odd. I never
thought I was a dog. I looked at my reflection in water and saw a
wolf. Then I changed back to a human. I went home and found
myself three feet from the ground, with four legs. Again, I
thought I was hallucinating. But I was able to turn on the webcam
on my computer and got video of me as a wolf. When I changed back
into a man, I stared at the video for hours. Over the next few
days, I changed into a wolf every few hours. Once it happened
when I was in my van in the parking lot of a supermarket. I
couldn't go home until I changed back. It was summer, and the van
was very hot. I finally managed to get the door unlocked and
open. I had been calling in sick at work. After getting trapped
in the van, I realized my old life was over. I wouldn't be able
to hang on to a job. I quit over the phone. I can shift when I
want, but I also sometimes shift when I don't mean to. Last night
was one of those times. I met a woman in the park. We were making
out when I started to feel the change coming on. I told her I saw
a Chupacabra and ran off, supposedly after it."
    He grinned at me, but I felt sick when he mentioned the
woman.
    "What's wrong? What did I say?"
    I clenched my eyes shut as tears formed.
    "Tom! Tom!"
    He kissed me, then, and everything was all right. After the
kiss, he looked in my eyes. His were the most beautiful golden-
brown color.
    "Was it the woman?"
    I nodded.
    He sighed.
    "Do you want a woman?" I asked.
    "I just don't know. I'm confused. To be honest, right now,
all I can think of is getting my dick into you. I definitely want
you more than I wanted her."
    I smiled and let out my breath. He smiled back.
    He looked away. I could tell he was deep in thought. I
waited.
    "The thought of having a woman doesn't seem to appeal to me,
anymore."
    That made me happy. I didn't know why I wanted Luke, but I
was certain I didn't want to share him.
    "You asked me if I was bit. I assume I was when I was
unconscious after the fall. Bite marks would have disappeared
when I changed to a wolf."
    "How tall are you?" I asked him.
    "Six-six. Does the difference in our height bother you?"
    "No. I love it that you are my big.wolf."
    He grinned.
    "And you are my little wolf, small, but precious to me. Were
you scared last night?"
    "No. I thought it was a big, friendly dog. I thought I was
committing bestiality, but I didn't care. I didn't want it to
end."
    "You were responding to me. That's part of being mates."
    "I don't understand what you mean by mates."
    "I've read about werewolves on the internet. A lot of it is
bullshit, but I know a couple of people who are like me. They
don't become man-wolves, they turn into regular wolves. One of
them told me about wolf mates. A wolf can have a different mate
than the human. I could be married to a woman, but my wolf would
want to only be married to you. I don't know if that is true, but
I don't seem to have any desire for a woman. If we are mates,
neither one of us will be interested in anyone else."
    I liked that idea.
    "So we have gay wolves?"
    "I guess so. That's the only thing that makes sense. He did
tell me that sex with your mate, whether in wolf or human form,
is very intense. If you and I ever had sex, we could both come
many times a day. He mentioned a wolf he'd met who had a mate.
Their record was thirty-six times in one day."
    "Thirty-six orgasms in one day? Men?"
    "Yeah. Part of me wants to do that, right now. Part of me
says 'yuck, he's a guy'."
    "Does your family know? They must know you quit your job."
    He looked sad. "I stopped speaking to them before this
happened."
    My heart ached at the expression on his face. I could tell he
was hurting.
    "What happened?"
    Luke sighed. He looked at me and I smiled at him.
    "I was a heavy drinker. It started in high school and got
worse in college. My younger sister was always trying to get me
to give it up, especially after I got a DUI. I didn't see it as a
problem. All my friends drank, too."
    Luke looked down.
    "I was invited to my parents' house on a Sunday for lunch. It
turned out it wasn't for lunch. They had an intervention for me.
I was humiliated. Some woman I never met started quoting things
my parents and sister told her I had done. I left and I haven't
spoken to them since."
    This was important to him. But I had no idea what he was
talking about. An intervention. He said it like I should know
what it was. My pants were close by. I reached for them and got
my phone. I didn't have a good connection, but I was finally able
to read up on interventions. An intervention was an attempt to
get someone to seek help for a problem like an addiction.
    I didn't know what to say, but I knew he was in pain. I
reached for his hand and held it.
    "I'm sorry, Luke."
    I didn't add, 'I'm sure they were only trying to help.' Part
of him must know that. It was a problem that hit very close to
home for me. My parents were alcoholics, and they didn't see it
as a problem, either.
    "I don't drink anymore."
    "Oh. That's good, I guess." It was definitely good, but I
wanted to be non-judgmental about it, if I could.
    He sighed.
    "Once I began shifting, I found I lost interest."
    "My parents are alcoholics."
    "Both?"
    I nodded.
    "They've both gotten DUIs."
    "Are you.can you.trust me?" he asked.
    I felt like I absolutely could, and I told him that.
    My head rested on his chest. His head rested on mine. After a
couple of minutes, Luke fell over on his side, pulling me down
with him.
    "I'm sleepy. Do you mind sleeping a little more?"
    I thought he was assuming a lot, like I would go to sleep
just because he was sleepy. But I didn't feel like wriggling out
of his arms. I liked being in them. I thought that maybe I should
make the same assumption--that I would sleep in his arms from
then on. I wanted to be around him. With him. If I went home
without him, the first thing I would want to do would be call
him. I loved his voice.
    "OK."
    I lay my head down on his arm. He lay one leg over my legs. I
was comfortable, and warm, and happy. I thought about how odd it
was that I could speak so freely to him. I had never admitted to
Bob that my parents were alcoholics, although I suppose it was
obvious to anyone who knew them. He didn't know they had DUIs. I
was too ashamed to tell Bob that. Who was this man I trusted
completely? I had no answers. I was glad I met him, though.
    I heard a crack. I opened my eyes.
    "Lookee what we have here. A couple of fags, faggoting up the
park," a classic redneck said to another almost classic redneck.
That one had on a turtleneck and that wasn't classic. But then he
spit tobacco out of his mouth and I promoted him to full classic
status. They didn't seem to be armed, but I could sense a hate
crime was on their minds. Strangely, I felt very safe. Luke's
arms were still wrapped around me. I had no doubt that the big
wolf could take care of them.
    "I don't think faggoting is a word," Luke said.
    He slipped his arm from under me, and then he moved faster
than I would have believed possible. In a single motion, he got
up and had a branch in his hand to use as a club. Luke was at
least a foot taller than either of our visitors. They both
stepped back. I was terrified at first. 'Faggoting up the park'
was not meant in a good way. Then when I saw Luke looking down at
them, with a club, I ceased being so frightened. They were the
ones who needed to worry.
    "Get the guns," Luke said to me.
    I was scared, but I almost laughed. Guns? What guns? What did
he want me to do? Pretend I was looking in the sleeping bag for
them? What good would that so? They weren't there. I had an idea.
I had watched Deliverance recently. I looked at Luke. He looked
lethal.
    "Are we going to kill them?" I asked. "I thought we were just
going to play with them."
    They both turned and ran. One fell and then got up. He kept
running.
    Luke pulled me into his arms, laughing after they were out of
sight.
    "How did you think of that?" he asked me.
    "I watched Deliverance last month."
    "It was perfect!"
    "What did you want me to do when you told me to get the
guns?"
    "Just distract them long enough for me to get a swing at one
of them. If they were watching you reach into your pack, they
wouldn't be watching me."
    I nodded. That made sense.
    It occurred to me that I hadn't had trouble speaking to the
two rednecks. Then I remembered I had spoken to Luke, not them.
    He sniffed me.
    "You don't seem nervous. Were you scared?"
    "I would have been terrified, if I didn't have a supernatural
gay wolf next to me, swinging a club."
    He chuckled.
    "If anything happens before you can shift, get behind me. If
they had shot me or stabbed me, I would have shifted, attacked
them, and then shifted back healed."
    He was assuming we would be together, it sounded like. I
looked up at him.
    "What if you aren't around?"
    He frowned. Then he sighed. He sat on the sleeping bag and
pulled me down.
    "Tom, I want you with me. After all, I can't have those
thirty some odd orgasms a day without you." He pulled me closer.
"And you are cute."
    I laughed. Was I? I really didn't know.
    "I want you, Tom. Do you want me?"
    "I do, Luke."
    "Then I guess we are together. Even though the fact that you
are a man bothers me a little, I still want to have sex with you.
As a matter of fact, I want to lick you all over. I even want to
suck your cock until you come and then do it, again and again. I
can't wait to fuck you, again. Even though I wasn't aware that
you were a man last night, the sex was the best I ever had. The
orgasms were intense. Both of them."
    He brushed my hair. I reached up and felt it. It felt
strange. It was stuck together.
    "I'm afraid you have my cum in your hair and dried on your
face."
    I laughed.
    "I should be annoyed, but I'm not. I'm wondering how it got
there, though."
    "I don't think I will tell you what I think may have
happened."
    "Oh, go on." He didn't say anything. "Please?"
    He sighed.
    "I think I was rubbing my cock on your face. I remember
rubbing it on something."
    I shook my head. It was disgusting and yet erotic. Part of me
was sorry I missed it.
    "I want you to do it when I'm not unconscious."
    He grinned.
    "I will! As a wolf or a man?"
    I laughed. "If I say wolf, I'm a pervert."
    "No, you aren't! It is me. I'm not really a wolf. I may look
like one, but I'm Luke." He smiled at me. It was a sweet smile,
and my heart ached a little from it.
    "I think you will feel differently once you have shifted for
the first time. You'll know that it's like.you are in a Halloween
costume. You look different on the outside, but you are the same
inside."
    I nodded.
    I stroked his stubbled cheek.
    "I haven't shaved for a few days. Does it bother you?"
    "No. I.I." I sighed. "I think I'm falling in love with you.
It started with the dog and the feeling is getting stronger."
    He nodded his head, slowly.
    "I'm falling in love with you. Or maybe I already am in love.
I want to spend the day holding you and making love to you. Then
I want tomorrow to be the same."
    I smiled.
    As I looked into his eyes, I realized I was not the same
person who had left home the day before. Luke said when I shifted
(if I ever did) I would be different on the outside, but the same
on the inside. But I was different on the inside and the same on
the outside. I had less trouble talking to Luke than I had to
Bob. I had been asexual and I suddenly was very sexual. I had
been fucked and someone rubbed their cock on my face until they
came. And that sounded fun to me! I was different. I felt
disloyal to Bob. Luke wasn't replacing Bob. It looked like Luke
and I would be lovers, not just friends. And that was better than
a friend, wasn't it? But I knew Bob wouldn't mind. He wouldn't
have minded when he was alive. If he was still around, he was
happy about it, I felt certain. I didn't feel like holding back
with Luke the way I sometimes had with Bob. I never told Bob that
my father was in jail three days for beating up a man in a bar.
Or that my mother went to the ER that time, not because of a
cooking accident, but because she slipped in the shower while she
was drunk and knocked herself unconscious. My dad and I had to
dress her, and the whole time I worried that she was dying. Then
I drove us to the ER, because my Dad was drunk, too. Of course, I
never had sex with Bob. If we had been intimate, maybe I would
have shared those things. Then again, maybe I was more willing to
discuss my parents with Luke because he would probably never meet
them and he had more knowledge about alcoholism. I decided I was
over-thinking things. I had my Bobette, just as Bob told me I
would. Thank you, Bob. End of story, except DON'T EVER CALL HIM
BOBETTE, Tom!
    "I am so glad I met you."
    He smiled.
    "I'm glad, too. I think you've given me a reason to live," he
said to me. "I've just been hanging out here. Getting by, and
that's all."
    "Are we together?" I asked. "Are we going to live together?"
    "If we don't, I think our wolves will still try to get
together."
    I nodded.
    "It's up to you," I said.
    "It is? Well, I want to try it."
    I nodded.
    "I do, too."
    He smiled and lay down on the sleeping bag on his back.
    "I want to feel your hands on me," he said.
    I wanted to touch him. I ran my hands over his whole body. I
felt his arms, his shoulders, his neck, his chest, then down his
belly. I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, but he looked
happy. I looked at his erection. I wrapped both hands around it.
It felt so big and solid in my hands. Mine was smaller and less
substantial. It was about the same color as mine. Pinkish, with a
slightly redder head. I had thought about sucking a dog. I leaned
forward and licked the head of his cock. He moaned, loudly, as
clear liquid spurted out of it. I could smell it and it wasn't
piss. It smelled very good. I licked him, again and tasted it. It
was sweet.
    "Do you want to go to my place now, or stay here?"
    "Where do you live?"
    I told him.
    "I'll have to ride with you. My van is out of gas. Make me
cum, first. I have a feeling you are going to love the taste of
my cum."
    "Are we lovers?" I asked him.
    He sighed.
    "If I'm not mistaken, we have a permanent bond that will
never end. I suppose we are more than lovers. More than married,
even. Wolves don't divorce."
    I felt Bob by me, right then. I could almost hear him say, "I
told you so."
    I missed him so much. I closed my eyes and cried. Luke held
me. That was the last time I cried about Bob. After I finished
crying, I told him all about Bob. Luke held me, rocking me on his
lap, until I had let it all out. My head rested on his shoulder.
    "I'm sure I'm in love with you, Luke."
    I kissed his neck.
    "Baby, I feel the same. I'm not going to spend any more time
worrying about whether I'm straight. I have you and you are all I
want."
    I remembered he said he needed to come. If he was my.spouse.I
needed to take care of him. I climbed off his lap and got down on
my stomach. He stretched his legs out on either side of me. I
looked at his stiff cock.
    "How big is it?"
    "Just over thirteen inches."
    "It's so much bigger than mine," I said.
    "That only makes me glad. I wish mine was smaller."
    I was shocked. I thought all men wanted the biggest cock.
Except me, of course. I had no use for one.
    "Why?"
    "There have been women who told me they wanted to suck me,
who changed their minds when they saw it. I've had a couple of
women decide they didn't want me to fuck them after they saw it.
I know how they feel now. If yours was as big as mine, I wouldn't
want to suck it, I don't think. Just make me come. You can use
your hands and tongue to do it. If you want to use your tongue, I
mean."
    I did. I wanted our sex to be so good he would never look
elsewhere. I wrapped both hands around it and began licking the
head. Luke leaned back on his hands and sighed. He tasted
incredible. I tried to identify the things I tasted. Were they
sweet? Salty? Meaty? I couldn't. He tasted like Luke and Luke was
the most delicious taste of all. Soon there was a new flavor
coming out the end. It was his precum. I realized then how solid
his erection was. It was like a rock. I didn't remember mine
being as hard. I ran my fingers over it and Luke shuddered and
sighed. Even the protruding veins on the shaft were hard. I took
time to feel a vein.
    "How do I taste?"
    "Incredible. Better than anything I've ever tasted."
    "I'm glad you like it." He sighed. "This is a perfect moment.
I feel happy and contented and like everything in the world is
right. I don't want it to end."
    "If you mean me admiring and licking you, I don't think it
will, Luke."
    He sighed.
    "I feel embarrassed to admit this, but I think your cock is
my new favorite thing. I can't imaging watching TV when it is
available. I can't imagine wanting to do anything but have fun
with it. Does everyone feel this way?"
    Luke laughed.
    "Not about my cock, they don't! But I know what you mean. I
think it has to do with being mates. If that wolf I was told
about came thirty-six times in a day, his mate must have wanted
him and nothing else, too. If she spent hours shopping or talking
on the phone, it wouldn't have happened."
    I nodded my head.
    "That makes complete sense." I paused. "Are you sure it was a
man and a woman?"
    "Yes. Are you wondering whether we are the only gay wolves? I
know I am wondering."
    "Yeah. That was just what I was wondering."
    "You have an internet connection, I assume."
    I laughed.
    "I would die without one!"
    He chuckled.
    "I've learned to live without one, but I miss it. Anyway,
when we get to your house, I will contact the wolves I know and
ask."
    "You are moving in with me, right?" I asked.
    He sighed.
    "If you'll let me."
    "Of course I will! I love you."
    "I don't want you to leave my side, Tom. Ever. You may as
well think of us as married. And not slightly married. It's a
never leave my side kind of marriage."
    I smiled. I watched a drop of precum run down his cock. I
licked it up.
    "I won't."
    He sighed.
    "I need to come, baby. I know you want to take your time, but
admire my dick after I come."
    I smiled. I tried to swallow it.
    "Oh, fuck! Are you going to try to suck me?"
    "Mmmm," I said with my mouth full.
    I tried to take more into my mouth. I bobbed on it. He
sighed, and I knew he liked what I was doing. On each bob, I
tried to take more of him. Very soon, he was at the back of my
throat. I wondered if I could take him past that. I changed the
angle of my head and felt him inside my throat.
    "Holy fuckin' shit!" he said. "No one has ever deep-throated
me!"
    And no one else ever will, I thought. I felt triumphant! I
could give him something he could only get from me. He grabbed
onto my head and began making short thrusts. I changed the angle
of my body, again, and he slid more into me. The head of his cock
massaged my esophagus or maybe trachea. I wasn't sure which. He
began groaning then. I worried. Maybe stomach acid from my
stomach was hurting him, if he was in my esophagus. He pulled his
cock out of my throat and I would have cried, "No!" if I could.
But he didn't pull completely out. When only the head of his cock
was in my mouth, he grunted as a powerful blast of cum shot into
my mouth. I began swallowing, as one spurt after another filled
my mouth. The taste was indescribable. And as he ejaculated, he
ran his fingers through my hair. I loved those caresses, too. As
silly as it seems, I knew then what I wanted to spend the rest of
my life doing! I wondered if I would love having his cock in my
ass. I had a feeling I would. I planned to find out, soon.
    "You are mine, and never forget it!" Luke said.
    I would have laughed. Forget that?
    I pulled off of him and smiled. He looked so sexy, leaning
backwards, grinning at me.
    "We should get married. Legally," he said.
    "You sure are adjusting to being gay!" I said.
    He laughed.
    "It's the prospect of spending most of each day having sex.
Incredible sex, like that."
    "I have a job."
    "I will begin receiving payments from a trust fund my
grandfather set up, once I am married. It's not all that much,
around $2800 a month. It wasn't enough for me to want to get
married, before. Right now, living out of my van, that seems like
a lot of money. The thing is we don't have to do anything else to
get it. If we live very cheaply, we might be able to get by on
it. To me, the idea of having sex with you all day, sounds
wonderful. Are you going to want to go to work when my cock is
stiff and ready for you?"
    I shivered.
    "No."
    He nodded.
    "If we need more, but I can get odd jobs to make a little
more money. Or do you need a lot?"
    "No. I have no expensive desires or hobbies."
    "Since I lost my apartment, I realized I didn't need any of
the things I thought I had to have. Like a TV. Running around
here as a wolf is much better entertainment. It's healthier, too,
I'm sure. I haven't been to a grocery store in about seven
months, but I eat well. If worse comes to worse, I can mow lawns
for extra money. If I shift, they will think a big dog got into
their yard."
    "A big, sexy dog," I added.
    He laughed.
    I thought of Luke, with no shirt, pushing a lawn mower. I
imagined sweat running down his muscular back and began
trembling. He took me in his arms. I stopped trembling. He kissed
me. I lost track of everything except his tongue in my mouth and
his arms around me. We may have kissed for hours. I had no idea.
But finally, we pulled apart. He smiled at me. I sighed.
    "Happy?" he asked me.
    I nodded.
    "There's one thing I'm a little worried about, Luke. I was
never a practicing heterosexual. I told you I assumed I was
straight. Now, I know I wasn't. But you.you love women, and I
am.never going to be one. I'm afraid you will either resent me,
or cheat on me because you miss fucking women."
    Luke was silent for a moment. Then he sighed.
    "I have had sex with dozens of guys."
    I stared at him.
    "You said you were straight and you never had sex with a
man!"
    "I said I never fucked a man. I prefer women and I've never
considered having a relationship with a man. That doesn't mean I
didn't enjoy myself with the men. As soon as I turned eighteen, I
began hanging around adult video stores to get my cock sucked. I
liked the idea of some man on his knees sucking my cock. It made
me feel dominant over whoever it was who was sucking me. I didn't
want to dominate a woman who was a foot and a half shorter than
me. That wouldn't be anything to brag about. But another man?
That was something, to me. I would stick my cock through a glory
hole and hear them gasp and groan at the sight of it. It made me
feel like a stud. Once when I stuck it through, there must have
been two guys in the other booth. One mouth took care of my cock,
while another mouth sucked on my balls. It was incredible. I
watched straight porn in the video store or on my phone while I
was sucked. If I thought about who was sucking me, I couldn't
come. I liked knowing some guy loved my cock, but that wasn't
erotic. I guess that part was more of an ego booster."
    I thought I understood what he was saying.
    "How do you know they weren't women sucking you?"
    He chuckled. "Well, sometimes when I stuck my dick through
the hole, I would hear a guy say, "Oh, my god!" I laughed. "Or 'I
think I've died and gone to heaven!'"
    I laughed.
    "Yes, I can see how that would be an ego booster."
    He smiled.
    "Are you telling the truth?"
    "Yes. Sometimes it was just, 'Wow!', but I could tell it was
guys. I never got sucked at a video store by someone I knew was a
woman. It's possible some of them were, but I doubt it. I've been
sucked by lots of women. Men are much, much better cocksuckers.
For one thing, men's mouths are bigger. They also seemed to
appreciate the size of my cock, while most of the women I've been
with were a little fearful, even about getting fucked with it. I
remember one woman looked frightened of it. She asked me who big
it was. I lied and told her it was a foot long. She told me a
friend of hers began bleeding when she was fucked by a big guy
and she ended up in the ER. She had to explain to several people
there what happened. She took a foot-long ruler and put one end
of it at her pussy and at the other end of the ruler, showed me
where the head of my cock would be. It was pretty high up on her
chest. Then she told me I could fuck her with six inches of it.
She said that was where her cervix was, and how could I argue
about that? She even suggested marking my dick with a pen, so I
would know when six inches were inside her."
    I laughed.
    "How practical!"
    "Yeah, but a turn-off. By that time, I lost interest."
    "I'm not surprised. She was so old-fashioned."
    "Why do you say that?" he asked.
    "She didn't use a metric ruler."
    Luke laughed.
    "That must be why I lost interest! Anyway, she was pretty and
had a good personality, but she wasn't for me. Hopefully, she
found a man with a very small penis, so she didn't have to pull
out her ruler. When I left her, I wanted to find a size-queen gay
guy who would really appreciate it. And by appreciate, I mean
fall head over heels in love with my cock. I left her, went to
the video store and got sucked twice. I'm sure there are lots and
lots of women who appreciate a big dick, but I was looking for a
wife, not just any woman who wanted a big cock. It was hard
enough to find a woman I really liked who wasn't bothered by my
drinking. When I did." He shrugged.
    "Did you ever actually watch a guy suck you?"
    "Oh, yeah. When I was horny and it was too early for action
at the video store, I would go to Mission Park. There's a wooded
area there where guys will suck you. I've even gotten rimmed
there while I was being sucked. Like I said, I watched porn on my
phone, or closed my eyes and thought of women when I was ready to
come.
    "What does rimmed mean?"
    "Licking another person's asshole."
    I stared at him. He laughed.
    "I take it you haven't been rimmed all that often," he said
to me.
    "Uh.no." Then I remembered the dog. I mean wolf. "Well, just
last night. It felt great. Really great."
    He grinned.
    "I learned what a size queen was from a guy who sucked me
there. I had never heard the term before. I was still looking for
women at the time and trying to have sex with them, but if an
evening at the bar was unsuccessful, I just headed to the video
store for...head. Or if you prefer to think of it that way, I
went to the video store to have sex with a man, instead of a
woman."
    "Did you ever fuck a guy?"
    "No. But that was more about AIDS than anything else. I heard
it was easier to catch it during anal sex and I didn't want to
take a chance. I had a condom break on me once with a girl. But
you are overlooking something, Tom."
    "What?"
    "I love you. Do you think that doesn't make a difference? It
does to me. I never wanted to touch any of those guys' cocks. I
want to suck yours. Besides, tell me what you think about my
cock?"
    I grinned. "I think I may be a size-queen gay guy, because I
love it. It's the perfect size."
    He grinned.
    "No ruler?"
    I laughed.
    "Only to find out exactly how long it is. In inches and
millimeters."
    He laughed and I did, too.
    "Luke, I will marry you."
    He smiled.
    "Good."
    "Did you want to have kids?" I asked. "No matter how often
you fuck me, I don't think you'll be able to get me pregnant."
    He grinned. Then he sighed.
    "I used to want them, but I'm getting a little old to be a
father."
    I thought he was joking about being too old. He didn't look
much older than me, if any.
    "And having a male for a partner doesn't make it any easier,"
I said.
    He sighed.
    "I'm not sure I would be a good role model, anyway."
    "Would you try to be one?" I asked.
    "Well, yeah. I don't want to raise a monster."
    It seemed to me that if he tried to set a good example, he
would almost certainly be a better parent than some. Like mine.
What I knew about parenting, though, was nothing. But then, I
remembered watching Bob's parents and their interactions with
him. I did know what good parenting was like.
    "Maybe we could adopt one, some day. Would you be willing?"
    He smiled and nodded his head. He hugged me, tightly, and
then kissed the top of my head.
    "Don't ever leave me because you think I'll be happier with a
woman, Tom. Promise me that."
    "I promise."
    He smiled.
    "You know, it's funny how minds work. I've been thinking of
myself as straight, but I've had sex with more men than women.
I've pumped gallons of jizz into men's mouths."
    He rubbed his finger on my bottom lip.
    I laughed.
    "Have you found a new place to make a deposit?"
    Luke grinned.
    "If you'll let me."
    "I don't think I could say no to you about anything. But I
loved it. It tasted wonderful."
    I sighed.
    "I had less reason to claim to be straight," I told him.
    "I understand why you did. Being straight is the default in
our minds. If you didn't want men, you were the default. Who
would assume they were gay if they weren't attracted to men? I
would have done the exact same thing. I think anyone would."
    I nodded.
    "That's it."
    "Does it bother you at all to find out you are gay?" he
asked.
    "Not really. I'm glad I'm not a eunuch. I felt like I was one
sometimes."
    "Nope. Your dick works just fine.
    "Let's go. If you'll take me to my van, I'll get my clothes
and phone. We can come back later, maybe tomorrow with some gas
for it. Then I can drive it to your place."
    "That sounds good."
    We got my things together and hiked to my car. He wanted to
carry most of it and I let him. He had big, bulging muscles and
carrying things made them bulge. He was still erect and his cock
swaying back and forth as he walked was hypnotic. He laughed when
I almost ran into a tree.
    "I guess I should watch where I'm going."
    "I'm glad you like it so much."
    Luke stopped about halfway there and put the things on the
ground.
    "What's wrong?"
    "I don't know."
    I listened and heard a footstep. We were standing still. I
heard breathing.
    Luke looked around. I turned around as one of the rednecks
hit Luke in the head with a branch. Luke collapsed. I froze,
terrified. Suddenly I felt very strange. It felt like I was being
drawn apart, or away. I wondered if I was going to faint. One of
the rednecks looked right at me. He looked very different to me.
Like he was extending out of a painting. It was difficult to put
into words. He looked ultra-real in comparison to the background.
Or maybe like he was the only 3D object in my line of sight. I
looked at the other redneck and he looked the same way. A breeze
hit me and I felt even stranger. It felt like every hair on my
body was moving independently in the wind.
    "You let the other one get away, Clyde!"
    "He was right there!" he said, pointing at me. "His clothes
are there under that bush!"
    "Well, he ain't there now. Shit. He's probably behind a tree
taking aim at us right now! Fuck!"
    One started running away and the other named Clyde kicked
Luke in the side and ran after his friend.
    Luke changed into a wolf, and went running after them,
howling. I heard one of them scream, "What the fuck is that?"
Then Luke ran back to me and changed back to a human. He stood.
    "Tom?" he called.
    I tried to tell him I was right next to him, but nothing
happened.
    "Tom! They're gone! Come back!"
    Luke looked around. I could see he was panicking. He was
looking around, frantically.
    "Tom!" he screamed.
    I felt strange again. Luke was looking straight at me and his
mouth dropped open. I walked up to him.
    "You're a werebush!" he said, with amazement in his eyes.


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