By: Anonymous CHAPTER THREE The next day the guys started to ease up a bit with their demands. I figured they were being extra hard with me ...
By: Anonymous
CHAPTER THREE
The next day the guys started to ease up a bit with their demands. I figured they were being extra hard with me at first just as a part of some sort of werewolf hazing, and now that I had proven myself a worthy grunt they let off. Or maybe, they just got bored ordering me around all the time. Anyway, I ended up with a day without much to do. Normally, I would have used my free time to study or to read. Since I no longer needed to study, and since I didn't have any books with me, I just hung out in the living room and watched TV. I was right in the middle of an episode of The Twilight Zone when Mathew came into the room and turned on a videogame. He held up a controller for me.
"Here," he said. "It's a two-player game."
"Okay," I said, taking the controller. I was surprised that he was encouraging me to interact with him.
The object of the game was to do tricks on a skateboard and outscore your opponent. I was clearly awful at it.
"You really suck at this," he said in a frank way, not really trying to boast.
"Yeah, I'm no good at videogames," I said.
"Really?" he said. "I had you pegged for a videogame junkie."
"I had a Super Nintendo way back when," I said. "But my mom gave it away cause she thought I was spending too much time playing with it. Haven't played any videogames since."
"I'll teach you," he said, sitting on the couch beside me. "First of all, you're holding your controller all wrong."
He showed me the proper way to hold the controller,
and then he taught me how to play the game. In order to perform tricks, I had to learn specific button combinations to press, which he showed me. After a couple hours, I was able to play seriously, even though he still always beat me.
Cougar sauntered into the room wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. "Hey Matt," he said. "Want to help me train downstairs?"
"Do I want to?" he asked. "No, not really." Cougar gave him a look. "Could you get off your lazy ass and help a brother out?"
"Yeah, alright."
He put down his controller and started following Cougar towards the
kitchen. "You want to come too, Rick?" he asked me. Cougar turned around, disgusted. "Aww, dude, no."
"It's okay Coug, he's cool." Cougar didn't say anything, just grumbled and kept walking.
"Sure, I'll come along," I said.
Downstairs in the gym, Cougar pummeled a punching bag while Mathew held it in place. His body moved way faster than any human boxer I had ever seen. I made a vow never to start a fight with him.
"Will's gonna fight me on Friday," Cougar said to Mathew. "Think I can
take that bitch?"
"I don't know," said Mathew. "Nobody's seen him fight. He claims tohave been the alpha of his pack."
"He claims a lot of things. Who knows what the truth is. What form do you think I should pick for the fight?" Mathew shook his head. "That's a tough one."
"What do you mean, what form should you pick?" I interjected.
"In this house, the challenger never picks the form of the fight," said Cougar between labored breaths. "The challenged person does." I was still confused. "What do you mean the form of the fight?" Cougar laughed. "He doesn't know shit. Look, werewolves can shift into three forms, did you know that?"
"No," I said.
"Usually, we look like this. Normal. Our man form."
"A strong werewolf in their human form is about twice as strong and three
times as fast as a normal man," said Mathew.
"Wow," I said. No wonder Cougar was so fierce with the punching bag.
"If we really want to kick some ass, we shift into our `were' form," Cougar said. "Wait till you see one of us like that. You'd shit your pants."
That was what I saw Will start to change into the other day. I hadn't forgotten how scared I had been.
"When we're in that shape, we're about five times as strong as a man," said Mathew. "But, because we're so big, we lose a lot of speed. So, if you're fighting somebody, you got to think--do you want the strength or
the speed?"
"Thank you Mr. Miyagi," said Cougar.
"Could I see one of you turn into the were form right now?" I asked. I
was eager to see the complete transformation.
They shook their heads. "We'd fuck up our clothes," said Mathew.
"You'll see soon enough, don't worry."
"Lastly, kid," said Cougar, "we can transform into a wolf. Just an
ordinary wolf, no special powers."
"Not good for fighting," said Mathew. "But damn good for sneaking
around."
"Will you just shut up and let me finish my motherfuckin explanation?" Cougar turned back to me. "So, now that Will has challenged me to a fight on Friday, I gotta decide what form we both should take between the three for the fight."
I considered. I wanted to give some useful advice. "You seem like a good fighter," I said.
"Yeah, I used to be a pretty good martial artist before I turned," he
said.
"Then, if I were you," I said, "I'd pick to fight in your human form. Since you're younger than Will is, you probably have less experience fighting in the other two forms."
"That's good advice," said Mathew. "That's why whenever you challenge
me, I pick wolf. You suck fighting as wolf to wolf."
"Alright, man to man it is," he said.
After that, he really started to get serious, punching and kicking that bag like mad.
After his intense workout, his tank top became soaked through with sweat. While he was catching his breath, he toweled off his sweaty face, and then started wiping down his cut arms, with me watching every move. I wished my arms were as muscular as his were. I had always had scrawny arms.
"Fuck, man," said Mathew. "You stink."
"I do not," said Cougar.
"Yeah, you do. Doesn't he, kid?"
Even though I was a few feet away from him, I could smell the unmistakable stench of sweat.
"Yeah, sorry, but you do," I said.
That was a mistake. Cougar's eyes opened wide at me with rage, and he charged me. He tackled me onto my back on the floor, and stuck his wet, smelly armpit right into my face.
"You think I stink, you little fuck?" he said, grinding his wet armpit hairs into my nose and lips. "Well take a good whiff, little boy."
"Lay off, Cougar," said Mathew.
"Take a whiff!" he yelled.
Scared to death, I did what he asked. I inhaled deeply with my nose, the scent of him almost being overpowering.
"Yeah, you like that? Say you like my stink."
I couldn't open my mouth with his armpit over it, so I didn't say anything.
"Say it!" he said, pushing my head into the cement floor.
I opened my mouth to speak. "I like it," I said. Meanwhile his wet pit hair was getting into my mouth.
"That's right, bitch," he said.
He got up off of me, and went upstairs. I decided I really didn't like that guy.
Mathew helped me up, laughing. "Don't mind him," he said. "Coug's got a serious amount of pent-up frustration at always being at the bottom. Now that you're here, he finally has someone to be his bitch."
"He's a jerk," I said.
"Yeah, maybe, bu he's a good guy once you get to know him."
I wasn't sure about that. I was sure that I liked Mathew, though. He was so friendly and down to earth. And he was good looking too, which never hurts.
That night, after dinner, Mathew asked if I'd like to go out for some drinks at a bar with him and Cougar.
"I can't," I said. "I'm underage."
"They won't card you."
I agreed to go along. As we were leaving, Mathew ran his plans by with Case just to make sure he approved.
"I don't know," said Case, turning his head towards me. I couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses. "It could be dangerous for him."
"We'll be watching him, won't we Coug?"
Cougar looked up. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
"You can't expect to just keep him locked up forever in the house," said Mathew. "He needs to get out."
Case paused for a moment. "Yeah, you're right. But what if he tries to run?"
Mathew shook his head. "He won't try to run, will you, Rick?" I shook my head.
"Okay. As long as you're with him, it should be fine." Mathew smiled. "Oh, and we need to get this kid a fake ID so he can get
into more bars. Also, it's probably not safe to have him use his old ID for long. He might be reported missing."
"Yeah," said Case. "I need to call some of the other wolves and let them know the situation here. They'll help us get a new identity for him.
But it'll take some time."
After we had Case's blessing, we were on our way. The bar was in walking distance of the house. As we walked to it, I found myself a few feet behind Mathew, staring at his legs. He was wearing shorts and sandals. I found his tan, hairy legs to be really sexy. And he had great big feet. I realized I was starting to crush on him like I had with Tommy, only Mathew was so much better looking. I was reminded of the disasterous ends of my crush with Tommy. I wasn't going to let something like that happen again. The bar was sort of a dive, with tables uncleaned and the floor sticky with beer. But Mathew was right, nobody carded me. I was surprised; I definitely looked like a minor. We sat in a table in a corner, all three of us with beers in our hands.
"I don't trust Will, man, not for a fucking second," said Cougar after
we had each had three beers.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Why not?"
"Cougar thinks Will is the traitor," said Mathew. "The one who sold us
all out to the vampires. He's just paranoid."
"Don't you think that it was a little suspicious that Will was the only survivor in his whole city?" asked Cougar in a hushed tone of voice, as if worried that Will might somehow overhear us even though he was blocks away. "He says that he happened to be out of his den when the vampires attacked. But what if he knew what time he had to leave? And now, he happens to join up with the only pack around that wasn't attacked."
"You got no proof," said Mathew.
"All I'm saying is that I'm gonna be watching him. If he tries to sneak out of the house unexpectedly, I'll be outta there before any vampires have an opportunity to attack us."
After another beer, Cougar pointed out the front window where a group of women in skirts were walking by.
"Look at those girls," he said. "Damn. Just walked right passed us. It sucks being a wolf sometimes. Never get any pussy anymore."
I was shocked. Cougar was a great looking guy, I would think he would have no problem getting girls. And with that cocky attitude--girls loved that stuff for some reason.
"Is it really that hard to get a girl?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah," he whined. "First of all, since I'm a motherfuckin werewolf, a long term relationship is completely impossible. So all we wolves can hope for is a quick fuck. But we aren't allowed to bring any women into the house."
"We're not allowed to bring any outsiders into the house," explained Mathew. "It's too risky."
"And most girls don't like the idea of taking you to their place or to some Motel room," he said. "So when one of us gets lucky, they really get lucky."
"I don't know why you complain. I get pussy all the time," said Mathew.
"Yeah, but only because you go pick up girls at those clubs on 2nd. You have to dance around like a faggot all night in order to get laid." Matthew seemed a bit ticked. "Who you calling faggot? At least I'm out getting laid, instead of jacking off in my bedroom, alone."
"Shuttup, pretty boy," said Cougar. "Matt's our resident pretty boy, right Matt? You could be a model with that face."
It was true that Mathew was really good looking, with his blue eyes, his cut jawline, and great smile, he was almost painful to look at. But I didn't think he looked at all feminine, like Cougar was implying.
Especially with his beard.
"I'm sure you'd know, considering you were an actor in Hollywood before you were turned."
Now cougar was blushing. "I wanted to be an action movie star, that's it."
I was surprised. "Did you ever make a film?" I asked.
"No. I just barely got a headshot when I was bitten and these guys adopted me."
"Bitten?" I asked.
"That's how you become a wolf," said Mathew. "You need to be bitten by one."
They had a few more beers, and then we left for home. I was really feeling the buzz. I staggered all the way back to the house. When Mathew got to the front steps, he walked up to the wall, zipped the fly down on his shorts, and started pissing against the bricks. I was shocked; he really must have been drunk.
Then, when Cougar saw him, he walked down to the other end of the wall, and started doing the same thing. From where I was standing, I couldn't see anything but their backs.
"Hey guys," I said. "Couldn't you have just walked the extra ten yards into the bathroom?"
"We're marking our territory," said Mathew. "Other wolves can smell that this house belongs to us. It's how Will knew which house was ours." They finished up and we went inside. Everyone else seemed to be asleep. We went into the kitchen and Mathew got us all more beers.
"I just had a brilliant idea," he said. "Let's go chill in the hot
tub."
"Right now?" I asked. I was ready to go to bed.
"Of course now."
"I don't feel like getting wet," said Cougar. "I'll go with you, though."
Mathew turned to me. "What about you?"
I knew they didn't have any hot tub on the property. "Where is this hot tub?" I asked.
"Down at a hotel a couple blocks from here," he said.
"Matt, it's cold out there," I said.
"I don't know why I even asked," he said. "You're fucking number seven, you do what I say. And tonight, I say you're going in that hot tub with me. I'm not going in by my fuckin self." So, without a choice in the matter, I went off to change into my swimsuit. Actually, I didn't own a swimsuit, so I put on a pair of shorts, changing in the gym downstairs. When I came back up, Cougar was waiting by the door, a beer in his hand.
Matt came running down the stairs wearing a proper swim suit, and he tossed me a towel, keeping one for himself. It was the first time I had seen him shirtless, and I enjoyed the view. He was tall, and had a long torso. His muscles were big and cut, with a clearly defined, sort of flat looking six pac. I thought he had the body of a surfer. His upper body was covered with a good amount of short blonde hair. Against his tan skin, his body hair was actually lighter. I found it very magnetic. His swim trunks hung low on his body, passed his hips.
After leaving the house, we walked a few blocks until we came to an expensive-looking hotel.
"They let you use their hot tub?" I asked.
Matt just laughed. We walked to a large, green fence, the perimeter fence of the hotel, and Cougar easily climbed right up it, jumping over it into the inside.
"We're breaking in?" I asked. I looked at the fence. It was easily ten feet tall. "I can't climb that," I said.
"I'll give you a boost," said Matt.
I stepped onto his hands, and he pushed me up over his head until I could easily climb over the top of the fence. Not wanting to just jump down, I grabbed onto the top and dangled my body over, then dropped the remaining feet to the ground.
Matt was over the fence in a flash, coming up behind me.
We were in a courtyard area for guests only. Everything was so quiet. The pool wasn't far ahead of us, and the hot tub was close to the pool. Both were lit up, although I was sure at this time they must be closed to guests. The whole area was surrounded by gardens, a good distance from the actual hotel.
The three of us walked over to the hot tub. Matt threw his towel on a chair and jumped into the steaming water. I did likewise, stepping in slowly and cautiously. My body had to get used to the hot water. Behind us, Cougar sat in a chair, smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. I realized my head was beginning to clear up from the alcohol. It was making me feel more tired.
"I could use another beer right now," I said.
"Here, have the rest of mine," said Cougar.
As I turned around to accept, I felt cool liquid pouring onto my head. He just poured his beer out all over me. Matt laughed, backing away from me.
"Thanks," I said.
I dipped my head under the water, rinsing off, and then resurfaced. Cougar was sitting there, smoking his cigarette, looking so smug. I couldn't resist the urge to splash him. His cigarette went out with a sizzle as the hot water hit his face.
Matt was laughing even harder. "Dude, you deserved that," he said.
I thought Cougar would be pissed, but he didn't even seem to react. He forced a smile, and then tossed his cigarette to the floor.
"Fuck, now that my clothes are wet," he said.
He took off his shoes and socks, then he pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. He wasn't super built in a bulky way; he was lean, but he was really cut. I realized that he had a martial artist's body. But he was super hairy. I never saw a martial artist with a rug like that on his chest.
He pulled down his pants, revealing blue boxers, and jumped into the water. His boxers were really loose, and sort of bulged out in the water, making it impossible for me to see any definition as he sat across from me.
He leaned back, and shut his eyes for a moment, making me think he was going to be docile. But then he charged me, grabbed me, and the next thing
I knew he lifted me up behind his shoulder.
I tried to squirm, but he held me tight with his arms. He walked out of the hot tub, and towards the pool.
"Cougar, don't!" I yelled as I realized what he was going to do.
He didn't care. I was tossed into the freezing cold pool, the water even more shocking after being in the hot tub.
I don't think anybody got out of a pool as fast as I did then. Dripping wet and cold, I ran back to the hot tub and jumped back in as Cougar was getting back in himself.
"Don't try anymore shit with me, kid," he said.
"You two fight like brothers," said Matt as we settled back down. Cougar looked suspiciously into the water. "This water smells like piss," he said.
"That's just the beer you poured in, dumbass," said Matt.
"Oh yeah."
We talked some after that, keeping things peaceful, until Matt announced that he was ready to go. He stood up out of the tub, and grabbed his towel. As he started drying his hair, I looked down at his swimsuit. It was sticking tight to his skin, and as I looked carefully, I thought I could make out a huge cylindrical shape heading down his right leg. If I was seeing what I thought I was seeing, he must have been really well endowed. Matt was looking better and better to me by the minute.
As he walked away, I checked out his defined back. Because the suit was so low, you could see the top of his butt crack peaking out of his trunks. His butt looked small and firm.
"Getting out?" asked Cougar.
"Yeah, in a sec," I said. Cougar jumped out of the water in front of me. He grabbed my towel, and started to dry off. I looked to see if his boxers were sticking to anything, but before I could see anything, his hands were around his waistband, and he was bent over, pulling the boxers down off of his legs. I couldn't believe he was just stripping in front of me. His penis was dripping wet. It looked very similar to my own. It was about 4 inches soft, circumcised, about normal thickness, and he had two medium-small
balls that also looked about my size. As he turned, he mooned me too. His butt was tight and covered with straight black hair.
Seeing him nude was definitely getting me excited, although he quickly put my towel around his waist and carried all of his clothes away.
"Hey," I said. "That's my towel."
He didn't listen. The act of stripping out of his boxers in front of me seemed so premeditated. However much he might have wanted it to look like he was just being lazy and carefree, I knew that he had done it more purposefully. And he was straight, so he certainly wasn't making a pass at me. He was just a guy who was trying to show off. It reeked of arrogance. But I still enjoyed it.
With nobody looking, I jumped out of the water myself. I looked down. I was tenting my shorts a little bit. Usually I was so good at controlling my erections, but I must have lost some control from all the beer. I pulled the shorts away from my skin. The cold air hit me fast, and that calmed me down.
When I got to the fence, they were waiting for me there, laughing about something.
"Do you need help over again?" asked Matt.
Of course I did, so he boosted me up as I dripped all over him. Cougar scaled the wall on his own right beside us. Just wearing a towel, however, this time, as I looked up, I could totally see everything bounce around as he got over the fence.
"Hey man," said Matt. "You just fuckin flashed us."
"Deal with it," came his voice from the other side of the fence. By the time I got home I was so cold from being wet outside that I had to take a hot shower just to warm myself up. Afterwards, I went quickly to bed.
In spite of the punishment Cougar inflicted on me that day, I realized that I was starting to have fun. I was unusual for people to include me socially like Cougar and Matt had done that night. It felt good.
TO BE CONTINUED
The next day the guys started to ease up a bit with their demands. I figured they were being extra hard with me at first just as a part of some sort of werewolf hazing, and now that I had proven myself a worthy grunt they let off. Or maybe, they just got bored ordering me around all the time. Anyway, I ended up with a day without much to do. Normally, I would have used my free time to study or to read. Since I no longer needed to study, and since I didn't have any books with me, I just hung out in the living room and watched TV. I was right in the middle of an episode of The Twilight Zone when Mathew came into the room and turned on a videogame. He held up a controller for me.
"Here," he said. "It's a two-player game."
"Okay," I said, taking the controller. I was surprised that he was encouraging me to interact with him.
The object of the game was to do tricks on a skateboard and outscore your opponent. I was clearly awful at it.
"You really suck at this," he said in a frank way, not really trying to boast.
"Yeah, I'm no good at videogames," I said.
"Really?" he said. "I had you pegged for a videogame junkie."
"I had a Super Nintendo way back when," I said. "But my mom gave it away cause she thought I was spending too much time playing with it. Haven't played any videogames since."
"I'll teach you," he said, sitting on the couch beside me. "First of all, you're holding your controller all wrong."
He showed me the proper way to hold the controller,
and then he taught me how to play the game. In order to perform tricks, I had to learn specific button combinations to press, which he showed me. After a couple hours, I was able to play seriously, even though he still always beat me.
Cougar sauntered into the room wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. "Hey Matt," he said. "Want to help me train downstairs?"
"Do I want to?" he asked. "No, not really." Cougar gave him a look. "Could you get off your lazy ass and help a brother out?"
"Yeah, alright."
He put down his controller and started following Cougar towards the
kitchen. "You want to come too, Rick?" he asked me. Cougar turned around, disgusted. "Aww, dude, no."
"It's okay Coug, he's cool." Cougar didn't say anything, just grumbled and kept walking.
"Sure, I'll come along," I said.
Downstairs in the gym, Cougar pummeled a punching bag while Mathew held it in place. His body moved way faster than any human boxer I had ever seen. I made a vow never to start a fight with him.
"Will's gonna fight me on Friday," Cougar said to Mathew. "Think I can
take that bitch?"
"I don't know," said Mathew. "Nobody's seen him fight. He claims tohave been the alpha of his pack."
"He claims a lot of things. Who knows what the truth is. What form do you think I should pick for the fight?" Mathew shook his head. "That's a tough one."
"What do you mean, what form should you pick?" I interjected.
"In this house, the challenger never picks the form of the fight," said Cougar between labored breaths. "The challenged person does." I was still confused. "What do you mean the form of the fight?" Cougar laughed. "He doesn't know shit. Look, werewolves can shift into three forms, did you know that?"
"No," I said.
"Usually, we look like this. Normal. Our man form."
"A strong werewolf in their human form is about twice as strong and three
times as fast as a normal man," said Mathew.
"Wow," I said. No wonder Cougar was so fierce with the punching bag.
"If we really want to kick some ass, we shift into our `were' form," Cougar said. "Wait till you see one of us like that. You'd shit your pants."
That was what I saw Will start to change into the other day. I hadn't forgotten how scared I had been.
"When we're in that shape, we're about five times as strong as a man," said Mathew. "But, because we're so big, we lose a lot of speed. So, if you're fighting somebody, you got to think--do you want the strength or
the speed?"
"Thank you Mr. Miyagi," said Cougar.
"Could I see one of you turn into the were form right now?" I asked. I
was eager to see the complete transformation.
They shook their heads. "We'd fuck up our clothes," said Mathew.
"You'll see soon enough, don't worry."
"Lastly, kid," said Cougar, "we can transform into a wolf. Just an
ordinary wolf, no special powers."
"Not good for fighting," said Mathew. "But damn good for sneaking
around."
"Will you just shut up and let me finish my motherfuckin explanation?" Cougar turned back to me. "So, now that Will has challenged me to a fight on Friday, I gotta decide what form we both should take between the three for the fight."
I considered. I wanted to give some useful advice. "You seem like a good fighter," I said.
"Yeah, I used to be a pretty good martial artist before I turned," he
said.
"Then, if I were you," I said, "I'd pick to fight in your human form. Since you're younger than Will is, you probably have less experience fighting in the other two forms."
"That's good advice," said Mathew. "That's why whenever you challenge
me, I pick wolf. You suck fighting as wolf to wolf."
"Alright, man to man it is," he said.
After that, he really started to get serious, punching and kicking that bag like mad.
After his intense workout, his tank top became soaked through with sweat. While he was catching his breath, he toweled off his sweaty face, and then started wiping down his cut arms, with me watching every move. I wished my arms were as muscular as his were. I had always had scrawny arms.
"Fuck, man," said Mathew. "You stink."
"I do not," said Cougar.
"Yeah, you do. Doesn't he, kid?"
Even though I was a few feet away from him, I could smell the unmistakable stench of sweat.
"Yeah, sorry, but you do," I said.
That was a mistake. Cougar's eyes opened wide at me with rage, and he charged me. He tackled me onto my back on the floor, and stuck his wet, smelly armpit right into my face.
"You think I stink, you little fuck?" he said, grinding his wet armpit hairs into my nose and lips. "Well take a good whiff, little boy."
"Lay off, Cougar," said Mathew.
"Take a whiff!" he yelled.
Scared to death, I did what he asked. I inhaled deeply with my nose, the scent of him almost being overpowering.
"Yeah, you like that? Say you like my stink."
I couldn't open my mouth with his armpit over it, so I didn't say anything.
"Say it!" he said, pushing my head into the cement floor.
I opened my mouth to speak. "I like it," I said. Meanwhile his wet pit hair was getting into my mouth.
"That's right, bitch," he said.
He got up off of me, and went upstairs. I decided I really didn't like that guy.
Mathew helped me up, laughing. "Don't mind him," he said. "Coug's got a serious amount of pent-up frustration at always being at the bottom. Now that you're here, he finally has someone to be his bitch."
"He's a jerk," I said.
"Yeah, maybe, bu he's a good guy once you get to know him."
I wasn't sure about that. I was sure that I liked Mathew, though. He was so friendly and down to earth. And he was good looking too, which never hurts.
That night, after dinner, Mathew asked if I'd like to go out for some drinks at a bar with him and Cougar.
"I can't," I said. "I'm underage."
"They won't card you."
I agreed to go along. As we were leaving, Mathew ran his plans by with Case just to make sure he approved.
"I don't know," said Case, turning his head towards me. I couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses. "It could be dangerous for him."
"We'll be watching him, won't we Coug?"
Cougar looked up. "Yeah, sure, whatever."
"You can't expect to just keep him locked up forever in the house," said Mathew. "He needs to get out."
Case paused for a moment. "Yeah, you're right. But what if he tries to run?"
Mathew shook his head. "He won't try to run, will you, Rick?" I shook my head.
"Okay. As long as you're with him, it should be fine." Mathew smiled. "Oh, and we need to get this kid a fake ID so he can get
into more bars. Also, it's probably not safe to have him use his old ID for long. He might be reported missing."
"Yeah," said Case. "I need to call some of the other wolves and let them know the situation here. They'll help us get a new identity for him.
But it'll take some time."
After we had Case's blessing, we were on our way. The bar was in walking distance of the house. As we walked to it, I found myself a few feet behind Mathew, staring at his legs. He was wearing shorts and sandals. I found his tan, hairy legs to be really sexy. And he had great big feet. I realized I was starting to crush on him like I had with Tommy, only Mathew was so much better looking. I was reminded of the disasterous ends of my crush with Tommy. I wasn't going to let something like that happen again. The bar was sort of a dive, with tables uncleaned and the floor sticky with beer. But Mathew was right, nobody carded me. I was surprised; I definitely looked like a minor. We sat in a table in a corner, all three of us with beers in our hands.
"I don't trust Will, man, not for a fucking second," said Cougar after
we had each had three beers.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Why not?"
"Cougar thinks Will is the traitor," said Mathew. "The one who sold us
all out to the vampires. He's just paranoid."
"Don't you think that it was a little suspicious that Will was the only survivor in his whole city?" asked Cougar in a hushed tone of voice, as if worried that Will might somehow overhear us even though he was blocks away. "He says that he happened to be out of his den when the vampires attacked. But what if he knew what time he had to leave? And now, he happens to join up with the only pack around that wasn't attacked."
"You got no proof," said Mathew.
"All I'm saying is that I'm gonna be watching him. If he tries to sneak out of the house unexpectedly, I'll be outta there before any vampires have an opportunity to attack us."
After another beer, Cougar pointed out the front window where a group of women in skirts were walking by.
"Look at those girls," he said. "Damn. Just walked right passed us. It sucks being a wolf sometimes. Never get any pussy anymore."
I was shocked. Cougar was a great looking guy, I would think he would have no problem getting girls. And with that cocky attitude--girls loved that stuff for some reason.
"Is it really that hard to get a girl?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah," he whined. "First of all, since I'm a motherfuckin werewolf, a long term relationship is completely impossible. So all we wolves can hope for is a quick fuck. But we aren't allowed to bring any women into the house."
"We're not allowed to bring any outsiders into the house," explained Mathew. "It's too risky."
"And most girls don't like the idea of taking you to their place or to some Motel room," he said. "So when one of us gets lucky, they really get lucky."
"I don't know why you complain. I get pussy all the time," said Mathew.
"Yeah, but only because you go pick up girls at those clubs on 2nd. You have to dance around like a faggot all night in order to get laid." Matthew seemed a bit ticked. "Who you calling faggot? At least I'm out getting laid, instead of jacking off in my bedroom, alone."
"Shuttup, pretty boy," said Cougar. "Matt's our resident pretty boy, right Matt? You could be a model with that face."
It was true that Mathew was really good looking, with his blue eyes, his cut jawline, and great smile, he was almost painful to look at. But I didn't think he looked at all feminine, like Cougar was implying.
Especially with his beard.
"I'm sure you'd know, considering you were an actor in Hollywood before you were turned."
Now cougar was blushing. "I wanted to be an action movie star, that's it."
I was surprised. "Did you ever make a film?" I asked.
"No. I just barely got a headshot when I was bitten and these guys adopted me."
"Bitten?" I asked.
"That's how you become a wolf," said Mathew. "You need to be bitten by one."
They had a few more beers, and then we left for home. I was really feeling the buzz. I staggered all the way back to the house. When Mathew got to the front steps, he walked up to the wall, zipped the fly down on his shorts, and started pissing against the bricks. I was shocked; he really must have been drunk.
Then, when Cougar saw him, he walked down to the other end of the wall, and started doing the same thing. From where I was standing, I couldn't see anything but their backs.
"Hey guys," I said. "Couldn't you have just walked the extra ten yards into the bathroom?"
"We're marking our territory," said Mathew. "Other wolves can smell that this house belongs to us. It's how Will knew which house was ours." They finished up and we went inside. Everyone else seemed to be asleep. We went into the kitchen and Mathew got us all more beers.
"I just had a brilliant idea," he said. "Let's go chill in the hot
tub."
"Right now?" I asked. I was ready to go to bed.
"Of course now."
"I don't feel like getting wet," said Cougar. "I'll go with you, though."
Mathew turned to me. "What about you?"
I knew they didn't have any hot tub on the property. "Where is this hot tub?" I asked.
"Down at a hotel a couple blocks from here," he said.
"Matt, it's cold out there," I said.
"I don't know why I even asked," he said. "You're fucking number seven, you do what I say. And tonight, I say you're going in that hot tub with me. I'm not going in by my fuckin self." So, without a choice in the matter, I went off to change into my swimsuit. Actually, I didn't own a swimsuit, so I put on a pair of shorts, changing in the gym downstairs. When I came back up, Cougar was waiting by the door, a beer in his hand.
Matt came running down the stairs wearing a proper swim suit, and he tossed me a towel, keeping one for himself. It was the first time I had seen him shirtless, and I enjoyed the view. He was tall, and had a long torso. His muscles were big and cut, with a clearly defined, sort of flat looking six pac. I thought he had the body of a surfer. His upper body was covered with a good amount of short blonde hair. Against his tan skin, his body hair was actually lighter. I found it very magnetic. His swim trunks hung low on his body, passed his hips.
After leaving the house, we walked a few blocks until we came to an expensive-looking hotel.
"They let you use their hot tub?" I asked.
Matt just laughed. We walked to a large, green fence, the perimeter fence of the hotel, and Cougar easily climbed right up it, jumping over it into the inside.
"We're breaking in?" I asked. I looked at the fence. It was easily ten feet tall. "I can't climb that," I said.
"I'll give you a boost," said Matt.
I stepped onto his hands, and he pushed me up over his head until I could easily climb over the top of the fence. Not wanting to just jump down, I grabbed onto the top and dangled my body over, then dropped the remaining feet to the ground.
Matt was over the fence in a flash, coming up behind me.
We were in a courtyard area for guests only. Everything was so quiet. The pool wasn't far ahead of us, and the hot tub was close to the pool. Both were lit up, although I was sure at this time they must be closed to guests. The whole area was surrounded by gardens, a good distance from the actual hotel.
The three of us walked over to the hot tub. Matt threw his towel on a chair and jumped into the steaming water. I did likewise, stepping in slowly and cautiously. My body had to get used to the hot water. Behind us, Cougar sat in a chair, smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. I realized my head was beginning to clear up from the alcohol. It was making me feel more tired.
"I could use another beer right now," I said.
"Here, have the rest of mine," said Cougar.
As I turned around to accept, I felt cool liquid pouring onto my head. He just poured his beer out all over me. Matt laughed, backing away from me.
"Thanks," I said.
I dipped my head under the water, rinsing off, and then resurfaced. Cougar was sitting there, smoking his cigarette, looking so smug. I couldn't resist the urge to splash him. His cigarette went out with a sizzle as the hot water hit his face.
Matt was laughing even harder. "Dude, you deserved that," he said.
I thought Cougar would be pissed, but he didn't even seem to react. He forced a smile, and then tossed his cigarette to the floor.
"Fuck, now that my clothes are wet," he said.
He took off his shoes and socks, then he pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. He wasn't super built in a bulky way; he was lean, but he was really cut. I realized that he had a martial artist's body. But he was super hairy. I never saw a martial artist with a rug like that on his chest.
He pulled down his pants, revealing blue boxers, and jumped into the water. His boxers were really loose, and sort of bulged out in the water, making it impossible for me to see any definition as he sat across from me.
He leaned back, and shut his eyes for a moment, making me think he was going to be docile. But then he charged me, grabbed me, and the next thing
I knew he lifted me up behind his shoulder.
I tried to squirm, but he held me tight with his arms. He walked out of the hot tub, and towards the pool.
"Cougar, don't!" I yelled as I realized what he was going to do.
He didn't care. I was tossed into the freezing cold pool, the water even more shocking after being in the hot tub.
I don't think anybody got out of a pool as fast as I did then. Dripping wet and cold, I ran back to the hot tub and jumped back in as Cougar was getting back in himself.
"Don't try anymore shit with me, kid," he said.
"You two fight like brothers," said Matt as we settled back down. Cougar looked suspiciously into the water. "This water smells like piss," he said.
"That's just the beer you poured in, dumbass," said Matt.
"Oh yeah."
We talked some after that, keeping things peaceful, until Matt announced that he was ready to go. He stood up out of the tub, and grabbed his towel. As he started drying his hair, I looked down at his swimsuit. It was sticking tight to his skin, and as I looked carefully, I thought I could make out a huge cylindrical shape heading down his right leg. If I was seeing what I thought I was seeing, he must have been really well endowed. Matt was looking better and better to me by the minute.
As he walked away, I checked out his defined back. Because the suit was so low, you could see the top of his butt crack peaking out of his trunks. His butt looked small and firm.
"Getting out?" asked Cougar.
"Yeah, in a sec," I said. Cougar jumped out of the water in front of me. He grabbed my towel, and started to dry off. I looked to see if his boxers were sticking to anything, but before I could see anything, his hands were around his waistband, and he was bent over, pulling the boxers down off of his legs. I couldn't believe he was just stripping in front of me. His penis was dripping wet. It looked very similar to my own. It was about 4 inches soft, circumcised, about normal thickness, and he had two medium-small
balls that also looked about my size. As he turned, he mooned me too. His butt was tight and covered with straight black hair.
Seeing him nude was definitely getting me excited, although he quickly put my towel around his waist and carried all of his clothes away.
"Hey," I said. "That's my towel."
He didn't listen. The act of stripping out of his boxers in front of me seemed so premeditated. However much he might have wanted it to look like he was just being lazy and carefree, I knew that he had done it more purposefully. And he was straight, so he certainly wasn't making a pass at me. He was just a guy who was trying to show off. It reeked of arrogance. But I still enjoyed it.
With nobody looking, I jumped out of the water myself. I looked down. I was tenting my shorts a little bit. Usually I was so good at controlling my erections, but I must have lost some control from all the beer. I pulled the shorts away from my skin. The cold air hit me fast, and that calmed me down.
When I got to the fence, they were waiting for me there, laughing about something.
"Do you need help over again?" asked Matt.
Of course I did, so he boosted me up as I dripped all over him. Cougar scaled the wall on his own right beside us. Just wearing a towel, however, this time, as I looked up, I could totally see everything bounce around as he got over the fence.
"Hey man," said Matt. "You just fuckin flashed us."
"Deal with it," came his voice from the other side of the fence. By the time I got home I was so cold from being wet outside that I had to take a hot shower just to warm myself up. Afterwards, I went quickly to bed.
In spite of the punishment Cougar inflicted on me that day, I realized that I was starting to have fun. I was unusual for people to include me socially like Cougar and Matt had done that night. It felt good.
TO BE CONTINUED
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