By: Anonymous CHAPTER FOUR On Friday the tension throughout the house was seriously stiff. Cougar had gotten up at dawn and had been beating...
By: Anonymous
CHAPTER FOUR
On Friday the tension throughout the house was seriously stiff. Cougar had gotten up at dawn and had been beating the crap out of the punching bag ever since. Whenever Case crossed my path, he looked on edge and concerned. Of course I couldn't tell for sure with those sunglasses on.
When Malcolm woke up in the morning, he came through the living room yawning. I was watching TV. He smiled at me, and opened those crazy looking eyes wide.
"Gonna be a good fight today," he said. "Lord knows we need some
entertainment around here."
He seemed to be the only one that was looking forward to it. Usually as cool as a cucumber, Matt seemed agitated when we were playing video games together.
"Worried about the fight?" I asked him.
"Of course I'm worried. Cougar better win this one."
"Why is that?"
"Because if he doesn't, it's my ass on the line next week."
For lunch, Matt and I had walked around the corner to a close-by Deli to get sandwiches for everyone. I noticed that Will never came to get his. I took it upon myself to bring it to his room.
His door was shut. Was he sleeping? I decided to knock.
"Come in," I heard before knuckle hit wood.
I opened the door. He was lying on his bed, wearing a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt.
"You think I can't smell you and that sandwich from in here?" he asked.
"I thought I should bring lunch up for you." I said, smiling. Really I just he might need some reassurances about the upcoming fight.
"Yeah, thanks," he said, taking the sandwich from me but not eating it.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm thinking. Thinking about how much shit that kid has put me through this week. Thinking about how fuckin awful this mattress is."
"Are you gonna win the fight today?" I asked.
"Of course." I guess he didn't need any reassuring.
A couple hours later, everyone but Will was down in the basement gym, giving Cougar last minute tips before the fight began. It was clear the whole house was rooting for him.
I tried to decide if I was rooting for him as well. He had been a jerk to me this week, and so had Will at times. But Cougar had seemed to really make an effort to get to know me during the previous night.
"Alright, let's get this thing started," said Case.
Everyone started going downstairs into the kennel. I was surprised; I had expected the fight to take place in the gym. Cougar passed me, heading down the stairs. His head was up, and his face was mean. His expression looked totally confident in his victory. But knowing him, that was probably just a front. I wondered what was really going on inside his head.
I started to follow him down the stairs, but Case grabbed me by the shoulder.
"Not you, Rick. You stay up here."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because everyone down there watching has been through fights of their own. You are no fighter, you're just a spectator. You have no right being down there, it's disrespectful."
That was his last word. He went downstairs, leaving me alone in the empty gym. After a minute or so, Will came walking through with his head held high. I realized that while Cougar's over-confidence seemed to mask some insecurity, Will just seemed genuinely confident. It made me a little jealous, I think.
"Fight's downstairs," I told him.
"You gonna wish me luck?" he asked.
"Good luck."
He walked down the stairs.
I stayed there, trying to listen what was going on. I heard voices, but they were muffled. Then I know I heard Case yell "Go."
Everyone was shouting and yelling encouraging words. I heard sounds of hitting. And then they were yelling in anger.
More talking, and then Will was walking up the stairs. He looked completely unharmed. He was buckling his belt as he walked. He glanced over at me, giving me a look. Then he disappeared up the stairs. The whole thing must have lasted just a couple of minutes.
Russ and Malcolm came up the stairs.
"Quickest fight I've ever seen," Malcolm was saying. "What a disappointment."
"Cougar lost?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.
"Oh yeah," said Malcolm. "Got the shit knocked out of him."
"You can go down for yourself and see the damage," said Russ as the two of them went upstairs.
I ran down the stairs to the kennel. Matt and Case were standing inside the gate. On the floor, naked and lying in a pool of blood, was Cougar. He wasn't moving.
I walked towards them. "Is he dead?" I asked, frightened.
"No," said Case. "He's just out cold. Russ didn't take any mercy on the poor kid. You want to help Matt clean him up?"
"Okay," I said.
"Good," said Case. He turned to Matt. "Matt, you get ready. This shit stops with you."
Matt nodded, and Case left.
I looked down at Cougar. He was laying face down, his head in a pool of dark blood. The red contrasted heavily with the light color of his skin.
"Why is he naked?" I asked.
"All fights are done naked," said Matt. "If you tried to fight with clothes on, they'd probably just get ripped off you anyway."
That explained why Will was buckling his belt up when he walked passed me upstairs. He must have just put his clothes back on.
"Alright, let's get this bastard into the shower," said Matt. "You take
his left arm, I'll take his right."
We pulled him up off the ground. I wrapped his bloody arm around my neck. His head slumped down, lifeless, and his face was covered in drying, scabby blood.
We dragged him up the stairs and into the showers.
Matt turned on the water to one of the showerheads, and guided him face first into the spray. Of course, we got wet too, but my clothes had already gotten blood on them so I wasn't too concerned about a little hot water.
The blood started washing off his face and body.
"Shouldn't I get some bandages?" I asked.
"No need. No such thing as a bandage in this house."
He started digging his fingers into Cougar's face, scraping off any remnants of dried blood. Surprisingly, as the blood washed away, I noticed there weren't any wounds underneath them. The wounds must have healed themselves, another mystery of werewolf physiology.
"I'm gonna go get a towel," said Matt. "Think you can hold up Bruce Lee by yourself?"
He was really heavy, so we leaned him into a corner, with me pushing against his chest to make sure he didn't fall over. Matt left me to hold him up.
His body was completely clean now, no sign that he had just moments ago lost a bad fight. Because I was holding him up by the chest, my hands were embedded in his massive, black chest hair. I was fascinated with the way that his chest hair was fine and almost straight, unlike my own wiry and coarse body hair. I rubbed my hand into his chest, feeling the wet hair
run through my fingers.
I looked down. Because he was leaning back and I was holding him, my legs were open and his legs were going right through them. His soft penis was sticking out to the right, just inches from my pants. I noticed that our crotches were at the exact same level. I was holding his body up, but I got the urge to embrace it instead.
"Unnh," I heard Cougar say. He was moving his head slightly, and then he opened his eyes and looked at me. He seemed confused.
"Cougar, we're cleaning you up," I was quick to say. "Matt went to get a towel."
He pushed me off him, making it clear that he could stand on his own. "Fuck," he said. "I fuckin lost."
"It's okay, Cougar," I said.
Anger flashed across his face just then. "No it's not fucking okay. You, you're the one that told me to fight him man to man. This is all your fuckin fault."
"I didn't know--"
I was interrupted my Cougar tackling me. I fell backwards, my head hitting the concrete hard. Stunned, I looked up. Cougar, still naked and wet, was on top of me, straddling my body. His eyes looked down on me with fury. He hit me in the side of my head, then again.
His third punch never came because Matt had grabbed his wrist and was pulling him off of me.
"Jesus, what's your fuckin problem, man?" asked Matt.
"It was his fault that I lost," said Cougar, grabbing the towel from Matt, wrapping it around his waist, and walking upstairs.
Matt looked down at me. "Are you okay?" he asked.
I sat up. The back of my head hurt like hell. There was already a bump there.
"Yeah," I said.
"You'll have some bruises tomorrow but you should be fine," said Matt, helping me to my feet.
After that, I took a shower of my own and put my bloody clothes in the laundry, along with Matt's.
Later that night, after dropping off Matt's laundry, I passed what used to be Cougar's room. The door was open, and Will was lying comfortably on top of his new bed. It was just a twin bed, but it was a nice, clean bed. The room had a closet, a nightstand, and even a window. It hadn't taken long for Will to settle in.
I moved on. Cougar's new door was also open, but I hurried passed it without looking in.
"Hey Rick," I heard Cougar's voice say. I froze. "Come in here."
I walked back to the open door and looked in. He was on the room's dirty, old bed. Piles and piles of clothes and other things that probably used to occupy his closet were now just thrown around.
"Come in here and shut the door," he said, sitting up.
I did.
"Look, kid, I'm sorry for hitting you earlier," he said. "It wasn't your fault that I lost the fight. I would have lost no matter which form I picked."
"That's okay," I said quietly. I was always a little taken aback when somebody apologizes to me.
"Now, I have to pay for sucking. Look at this. I've never had to sleep in this shitty room before."
"Well, it's better than sleeping in the living room," I said.
"Look, I guess I just took it out on you cause I knew that you were the only one in this house that I could fucking beat. That's pretty damn pathetic."
"You're just young and inexperienced," I said. "You'll get better."
"Yeah, but I'll always be the youngest. Sure, I'll get better, but so will they."
"Won't they get old?" I asked.
"No, us wolves don't age. We just stay the same age forever. So I can't exactly wait around for the rest of them to die off. I'll always be the weakest wolf in this house. And it sucks."
"Yeah," I said. "I understand."
"So there's no hard feelings between us?" asked Cougar.
"No," I said.
"Good. Now get the fuck out."
I left, and went downstairs to bed. Lying there, I wondered about my family. The school had probably alerted them that I had run off and nobody had seen me. I wondered if they were worried about me. Probably so. They didn't consider me adult enough to function on my own. I wondered if they missed me. I couldn't imagine that they did. Fuck, they didn't even know me.
Forget them. I didn't want to think about them anymore. I had found a new, better family here in Philadelphia. I wasn't ever going to go back home.
*****
The next day Will really busted Cougar's ass. All day long he was runnin around, first doing this, then that. I thought it was fair retribution. Cougar thought Will was just being an overly cocky winner.
That night, Cougar and I were watching TV. Cougar had just finished washing Will's bike, and was plopped down on the couch, exhausted.
Matt came downstairs dressed to go out.
"Why do you look so pretty tonight?" asked Cougar.
"I've got a date. See you fools tomorrow." He was out the door.
"That lucky motherfucker," said Cougar. He stood up. "Come on, get dressed," he said. "We're going out."
I didn't really feel like going anywhere alone with Cougar. "Come on, man," I said. "It's late."
"Hey, that was an order. On your feet. I want to see you dressed to kill in five."
He ran upstairs himself, and I started looking through my suitcase for anything that would possibly fulfill the "dressed to kill" requirement. I didn't have anything besides jeans to wear, but I did have a pair of nice shoes that I used to wear to church.
Cougar didn't seem to notice my complete lack of fashion when he came running down the stairs. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a black sweater.
"Come on," he said. "Will can't ask me to do shit if I'm not here."
We walked to the clubs on 2nd street. It was Saturday night, so the crowds were out in full force, walking the sidewalks. It took a half hour before we could find a club that didn't try to card me.
"We need to get you fuckin fake ID, man," said Cougar.
The club we went into wasn't the nicest around. There weren't too many patrons, the dance floor was mostly empty, and it had a vague smell of vomit. Cougar started buying us beers as we sat at a table in the corner. For every one I had he must have had three. After a while he was completely gone, even being friendly for once.
"Dude, look. That girl over there has been eyeing me."
He gestured to a girl on the dance floor. She was young looking and attractive, dressed in black pants and a revealing top. She smiled at Cougar as she danced alone to the music.
"She's hot, right?" he asked, as if he was too drunk to figure it out for himself.
"Yeah," I said.
"I'm going over there."
Cougar jumped off his seat, a little wobbly, and went over to the girl. They talked for a moment, both of them smiling, and then it looked like she wanted him to dance. He shook his head, but then she pulled against him and just started grinding him. He went for it.
Another girl in a short skirt came up and interrupted them. There was more talking, and then Cougar started dancing with both girls, the first one in front of him and the second behind him.
I drank my beer, feeling a little lonely by myself. After a bit, I noticed that Cougar was really making out with the first girl. They were moving fast.
After a few songs, the three of them went to the bar and ordered a bunch of shots. Then they came to the table, shots in hand. I stood up straight and rigid as they approached.
"Ladies, this is Rick," said Cougar. "Rick, this is Stephanie," he said, pointing to the one in pants. "And that is Hillary. They're sisters."
The one in the skirt, Hillary, just came right over and sat across my lap. "He's cute," she said. Hillary must have been the older sister; she looked to be almost thirty. She wasn't as attractive as Stephanie, either. "How old did you say you were?" she asked me.
"18," I said.
"Oh, young. Stephanie's only 20, but this place never cards. Guess you know that, though."
"Alright, everyone, here's the lime and the salt," said Cougar. "Shoot away."
Hillary handed me a shot glass and then looked at me expectantly. I glanced over at Cougar. He had licked Stephanie's neck, sprinkled some salt on it, and then licked it off of her. He downed his shot, and then bit the lime wedge from her open mouth. As he sucked the lime, they kissed.
I looked at Hillary. She was putting the lime to her mouth. "You want me to do that to you?" I asked, not wanting any part of it myself.
"Yeah, no shit," she said.
Not wanting to look like a prude, I picked up the salt, and poured some on her neck. Unfortunately, I forgot to lick her neck first, and most of the salt just poured right down onto her shirt. She didn't seem to notice anyway. As my heart starting to race, I reached down and licked what salt was left off of her neck. Then, perhaps not as quickly as I should have, I drank my shot.
It was awful. It was the first shot of any hard liquor I had ever had, and it was just plain awful. I thought I might vomit. Wanting nothing more than to banish the flavor from my mouth, I bit onto the lime waiting between her teeth. I pulled away before she could seriously kiss me.
While I was doing this strange ritual, it seemed Stephanie had taken a shot with similar assistance from Cougar. I looked to see that Hillary was smiling at me, holding another shot in her hand. Oh great. I picked up a lime, and stuck it between my teeth.
She did everything right, not even flinching as she downed the shot. When she went for the lime, I hoped she would just bite it with her teeth and get the heck out of there. She didn't. Instead of using her teeth, she wrapped her lips around mine and stuck her tongue into my mouth, circling the lime wedge. Her tongue tasted so bad, I felt like celebrating when she finally removed it from my mouth.
But celebration would have been too hasty. She promptly spit out the lime and was coming at me again with that tongue of hers. From then on, she started seriously making out with me. I felt affronted and repulsed, but of course I went along with it.
After about a half hour of drinking, talking, and way too much kissing, Stephanie pulled Hillary off of me and away into the bathroom. Apparently she couldn't go by herself. I don't know if I've ever been more thankful to anyone than I was to Stephanie in that moment.
Cougar was seriously drunk. "Dude, she just stuck her hand down my pants and grabbed my cock," he said, overjoyed.
"That's great," I said, giving him the thumbs up, trying to be encouraging.
The girls came back real quick. Both of them were smiling, and Stephanie whispered something in Cougar's ear. His face lit up.
"No, we can't go back to our place."
"Why not?" asked Hillary.
"Cause we're students at Penn, and they don't allow girls in our dorms."
"They don't?" asked Hillary. She seemed disbelieving.
"But we got cash," said Cougar. "Let's get a hotel room."
We walked to the same hotel that we had trespassed upon before. Hillary had her arm behind me, holding onto my ass as we went. It was making me feel very uncomfortable. Just how far was this going to go?
The inside of the place was as nice as the outside. Cougar got a room, paying in straight cash. He handed the room keycard to Stephanie.
"We'll meet you up there," he said.
The girls got into the elevator, and Cougar took me to the gift shop. He bought a pack of condoms. When we got into the elevator, he handed them to me.
"Here, you hold onto these," he said. "I'm pretty fucked up, but you gotta make sure I use one."
"Okay," I said. "You can never be too safe about STD's."
"Wolves don't get STD's, you fuckhead," he said to me, slurring his words heavily. "But you know what happens if a wolf gets a btich pregnant?"
"No."
"The bitch dies. Within one week, she's dead. Weirdest fuckin thing. So we gotta make sure to use condoms." While I was still pondering that thought, we got to our floor and were at our hotel room door, knocking. Stephanie let us in. The room was fairly large, but only had one queen-sized bed, and a couch off to the side.
Stephanie kissed Cougar and pulled him right onto the bed. They started really making out. Hillary was sitting over on the couch, trying to give me sexy glances. She patted the seat next to her. Cracking an uncomfortable smile, I walked over to her and sat beside her. She threw herself on me, her tongue bursting through my lips and her hands moving up under my shirt. I wanted to run, but I held my ground. She pulled my shirt off of me.
After a bit she said she had to pee and she peeled herself off of me and
went into the bathroom. I felt relieved. I looked over at the bed. Stephanie had just pulled Cougar's shirt off. She looked with disgust at his chest hair.
"You are really hairy," she said.
"Yes, I am, baby," responded Cougar, kissing her again. He got on his knees and unbuckled his belt. She helped him by pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees. He had an erection already, and she reached out and touched it, then pulled her shirt off.
Hillary came out of the bathroom, her skirt and shirt both MIA as she strutted towards me in just her underwear. My heart raced out of fear more than anything else as she sat beside me, leaned against the side of the couch, facing me, and spread her legs open.
"Take off my panties," she said.
I couldn't believe I was going to have to do this. I reached forward for her lacy black underwear, and pulled them the slightest bit down her hips.
"Rip them off!" she yelled.
I pulled them to her knees, looking down at her with apprehension. I was gonna have to touch that? Maybe if I closed my eyes I could do it. But I wasn't even hard. I looked over at Cougar for some inspiration. Stephanie was naked now, and licking Cougar's erection as he kneeled on the bed. I would have done anything to change places with her. Looking at Cougar's great body, I started to get a reaction in my pants. But then I noticed Stephanie was lying back on the bed, opening her legs. And Cougar was about to mount her.
I jumped off the couch.
"What's wrong?" asked Hillary.
"Cougar, could I see you in the bathroom for a sec?" I asked.
He didn't even turn around. "What? No way, man."
I walked over to the bed and pulled him off of her by the arm. I wasn't about to have a death on my hands.
"Alright, I'm coming," he said. He followed me into the bathroom, his erection still going strong as he did so, and I shut the door behind him.
I pulled the pack of condoms out. "Here, you need one of these, remember?"
He looked down at the condom in my hand. "Shit, dude, I'm so fucking toasted I almost forgot. Here, slap that fucker on me."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me, bitch, put it on me!"
I tore open the wrapper. I had never put one of these on anyone before, but figured it was self explanatory. I kneeled down, so that Cougar's penis was right in front of me, pointing at my face. It was about six inches hard, just like mine. It was even shaped like mine. I stuck the condom over the head, and slowly pulled it down, unrolling it all the way down to his pubes. I had never done anything that turned me on more.
"Good," he said. He took another one out of the package and handed it to me. "That one's for you," he said.
He opened the bathroom door, and walked out towards the bed. I started at his tight ass walking away from me before I got back on my feet. I'd have to go and face the music.
When I got back to the couch, Hillary kissed me again. "What was the matter, you need your friend to give you lessons? Hun, I can teach you everything you need to know." She opened her legs wide again. "Eat me out."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me, eat out my pussy."
She pulled my head down towards her crotch, but as I neared, I smelled something I didn't like. I couldn't do this. I popped my head back up.
"I'm not doing that," I said.
She looked miffed. "You want to stick your cock inside my pussy, and you won't even eat it out first?"
"No," I said, very simply.
She kicked me away and pulled her black underwear back on. Then she was off the couch and walking towards the bed.
Cougar and Stephanie were engaged in full on intercourse. She was on her back, her legs open. His body was on top of hers, completely dwarfing hers. I looked at his butt. It was thrusting up and down rhythmically, flexing and relaxing with each thrust.
Hillary went over to her sister. I couldn't help but think how twisted the two of them were to want to have sex with two strangers in the same hotel room together. I tried to imagine my two sisters doing something like this together. It was impossible.
"Steph, I'm going home," she said. "I'm not into this guy."
"Could you hold on?" asked Stephanie, obviously annoyed.
"No, I'm leaving right now. Come or not, I don't care."
Hillary put her clothes back on as Stephanie got out from under Cougar.
"No fuckin way," he said. "You're not gonna leave now," he said.
"Sorry, I gotta," she said, getting all her clothes.
She jumped off the bed and started to get dressed. Cougar stood up off the bed, his condom-filled erection sticking out in front of him.
"Don't do this to me."
"Sorry," she said, kissing him. And then the sisters were out the door.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he said. He looked at me. "What did you do to piss her off?"
"Nothing," I said, getting up and walking into the bathroom.
He followed me in there, his latex-covered erection bobbing around in front of him. "You did something. She was ready to get fucked. You must have done something. Tell me, I'm not kidding around."
My cheeks flushed. "She wanted me to, uh, eat her."
"Eat her out?"
"Yeah. And I didn't want to."
"Fuck, Rick, are you too fucking stuck up to stick your tongue in a girl's pussy? It's your fuckin fault that they walked out on us."
"I know," I said. "I'm sorry."
"Fuck sorry. I'm here with a major hardon. If I don't get off I'll get blue balls, and you know how that is. You're gonna help me out with that."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me. You fucked up, now you'll get your punishment. Take this fucking rubber off of me."
My heart started to race again. I kneeled down and grabbed the condom by its lip, and pulled it off of him. He had been leaking, his head was wet and there was a good amount of liquid in the condom. I tossed it in the garbage.
"Now, put your hand around my cock. Do it."
I reached forward slowly and wrapped my fingers around his base.
"Now stroke it."
I started moving my hand up his shaft, but he stopped me.
"It's too rough." He grabbed a little bottle of lotion by the sink.
"Stick out your hand," he said.
I put my palm out and he squeezed some lotion into my hand.
"Try it now," he said. I wrapped my hand around his shaft again and started to pull up.
"Oh yeah," he said.
I pulled up passed his head, and then went back down slowly.
"That feels good," he said. I kept on stroking him. My own erection was stronger than ever in my jeans. I looked at his penis, studying it, taking it in. It glistened with the white lotion surrounding it.
"Faster!" he shouted, breaking me out of my rhythm. I started moving up and down faster with my hand. "That's it. Fuck yeah."
Moving faster still, he titled his head back, and seemed to flex all the muscles in his body simultaneously. I felt his cock throb in my hand, and a shot of semen came flying out and landed on my neck. The next couple of shots hit my chest. I stopped stroking as the rest of his semen sort of just oozed out of his slit and onto my hand.
He pulled his dick out from my palm. "You'd better wash yourself up, man," he said, much calmer. "Go ahead and jump in the shower."
I washed my hand off in the sink, and then started the shower. I pulled my shoes, jeans, and briefs off before stepping in.
Cougar looked down at my erection and smiled. "You too?" he said. "Go ahead and get off, man."
He tossed me the bottle of lotion, and I washed his semen off of my chest. I poured some lotion in my hand, and started to stroke myself. Somehow the knowledge that my hand had just been wrapped around Cougar's cock made it a whole lot more exciting.
I looked over at Cougar as I stroked. He was washing the lotion off of his cock in the sink, getting soft fast. Locking my eyes onto him, I was shooting in no time. I washed my semen down the drain, cleaned myself up, and then got out of the shower. I dried off and got dressed. Cougar had already done the same.
"Look, we keep that just between us, you got it?" he was saying as I stepped out of the bathroom.
"I got it," I said.
He didn't seem convinced. "Look, I'm not just ordering you. I'm asking you, as a friend. Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight."
Somehow, losing myself, I felt touched that he considered me a friend. "I understand, Cougar," I said.
"Good," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Let's go."
When we got home, Cougar went straight to bed. I would have done the same, but Matt was watching a movie downstairs.
"Wanna watch with me?" he asked.
"Not really," I answered, lying down on my couch. "Did you get lucky tonight?"
He smiled. "Yeah. Takes the edge off, you know? What about you and Coug? Any action?"
I wasn't sure how to answer. "No. We went out to a club, but nobody seemed interested enough."
"Don't let it phase you, man. You're good looking, you'll find a girl who's willing to fuck you. Just keep trying."
"Thanks, Matt," I said. He was trying hard to be encouraging, even though I wasn't at all interested in taking his advice.
Tired, I pulled the blanket over my head, trying in vain to get to sleep in spite of the TV. He didn't seem to notice my struggle, though. He was up until four thirty. I thanked the Lord when he finally switched off the TVand went to bed.
TO BE CONTINUED
On Friday the tension throughout the house was seriously stiff. Cougar had gotten up at dawn and had been beating the crap out of the punching bag ever since. Whenever Case crossed my path, he looked on edge and concerned. Of course I couldn't tell for sure with those sunglasses on.
When Malcolm woke up in the morning, he came through the living room yawning. I was watching TV. He smiled at me, and opened those crazy looking eyes wide.
"Gonna be a good fight today," he said. "Lord knows we need some
entertainment around here."
He seemed to be the only one that was looking forward to it. Usually as cool as a cucumber, Matt seemed agitated when we were playing video games together.
"Worried about the fight?" I asked him.
"Of course I'm worried. Cougar better win this one."
"Why is that?"
"Because if he doesn't, it's my ass on the line next week."
For lunch, Matt and I had walked around the corner to a close-by Deli to get sandwiches for everyone. I noticed that Will never came to get his. I took it upon myself to bring it to his room.
His door was shut. Was he sleeping? I decided to knock.
"Come in," I heard before knuckle hit wood.
I opened the door. He was lying on his bed, wearing a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt.
"You think I can't smell you and that sandwich from in here?" he asked.
"I thought I should bring lunch up for you." I said, smiling. Really I just he might need some reassurances about the upcoming fight.
"Yeah, thanks," he said, taking the sandwich from me but not eating it.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm thinking. Thinking about how much shit that kid has put me through this week. Thinking about how fuckin awful this mattress is."
"Are you gonna win the fight today?" I asked.
"Of course." I guess he didn't need any reassuring.
A couple hours later, everyone but Will was down in the basement gym, giving Cougar last minute tips before the fight began. It was clear the whole house was rooting for him.
I tried to decide if I was rooting for him as well. He had been a jerk to me this week, and so had Will at times. But Cougar had seemed to really make an effort to get to know me during the previous night.
"Alright, let's get this thing started," said Case.
Everyone started going downstairs into the kennel. I was surprised; I had expected the fight to take place in the gym. Cougar passed me, heading down the stairs. His head was up, and his face was mean. His expression looked totally confident in his victory. But knowing him, that was probably just a front. I wondered what was really going on inside his head.
I started to follow him down the stairs, but Case grabbed me by the shoulder.
"Not you, Rick. You stay up here."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because everyone down there watching has been through fights of their own. You are no fighter, you're just a spectator. You have no right being down there, it's disrespectful."
That was his last word. He went downstairs, leaving me alone in the empty gym. After a minute or so, Will came walking through with his head held high. I realized that while Cougar's over-confidence seemed to mask some insecurity, Will just seemed genuinely confident. It made me a little jealous, I think.
"Fight's downstairs," I told him.
"You gonna wish me luck?" he asked.
"Good luck."
He walked down the stairs.
I stayed there, trying to listen what was going on. I heard voices, but they were muffled. Then I know I heard Case yell "Go."
Everyone was shouting and yelling encouraging words. I heard sounds of hitting. And then they were yelling in anger.
More talking, and then Will was walking up the stairs. He looked completely unharmed. He was buckling his belt as he walked. He glanced over at me, giving me a look. Then he disappeared up the stairs. The whole thing must have lasted just a couple of minutes.
Russ and Malcolm came up the stairs.
"Quickest fight I've ever seen," Malcolm was saying. "What a disappointment."
"Cougar lost?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.
"Oh yeah," said Malcolm. "Got the shit knocked out of him."
"You can go down for yourself and see the damage," said Russ as the two of them went upstairs.
I ran down the stairs to the kennel. Matt and Case were standing inside the gate. On the floor, naked and lying in a pool of blood, was Cougar. He wasn't moving.
I walked towards them. "Is he dead?" I asked, frightened.
"No," said Case. "He's just out cold. Russ didn't take any mercy on the poor kid. You want to help Matt clean him up?"
"Okay," I said.
"Good," said Case. He turned to Matt. "Matt, you get ready. This shit stops with you."
Matt nodded, and Case left.
I looked down at Cougar. He was laying face down, his head in a pool of dark blood. The red contrasted heavily with the light color of his skin.
"Why is he naked?" I asked.
"All fights are done naked," said Matt. "If you tried to fight with clothes on, they'd probably just get ripped off you anyway."
That explained why Will was buckling his belt up when he walked passed me upstairs. He must have just put his clothes back on.
"Alright, let's get this bastard into the shower," said Matt. "You take
his left arm, I'll take his right."
We pulled him up off the ground. I wrapped his bloody arm around my neck. His head slumped down, lifeless, and his face was covered in drying, scabby blood.
We dragged him up the stairs and into the showers.
Matt turned on the water to one of the showerheads, and guided him face first into the spray. Of course, we got wet too, but my clothes had already gotten blood on them so I wasn't too concerned about a little hot water.
The blood started washing off his face and body.
"Shouldn't I get some bandages?" I asked.
"No need. No such thing as a bandage in this house."
He started digging his fingers into Cougar's face, scraping off any remnants of dried blood. Surprisingly, as the blood washed away, I noticed there weren't any wounds underneath them. The wounds must have healed themselves, another mystery of werewolf physiology.
"I'm gonna go get a towel," said Matt. "Think you can hold up Bruce Lee by yourself?"
He was really heavy, so we leaned him into a corner, with me pushing against his chest to make sure he didn't fall over. Matt left me to hold him up.
His body was completely clean now, no sign that he had just moments ago lost a bad fight. Because I was holding him up by the chest, my hands were embedded in his massive, black chest hair. I was fascinated with the way that his chest hair was fine and almost straight, unlike my own wiry and coarse body hair. I rubbed my hand into his chest, feeling the wet hair
run through my fingers.
I looked down. Because he was leaning back and I was holding him, my legs were open and his legs were going right through them. His soft penis was sticking out to the right, just inches from my pants. I noticed that our crotches were at the exact same level. I was holding his body up, but I got the urge to embrace it instead.
"Unnh," I heard Cougar say. He was moving his head slightly, and then he opened his eyes and looked at me. He seemed confused.
"Cougar, we're cleaning you up," I was quick to say. "Matt went to get a towel."
He pushed me off him, making it clear that he could stand on his own. "Fuck," he said. "I fuckin lost."
"It's okay, Cougar," I said.
Anger flashed across his face just then. "No it's not fucking okay. You, you're the one that told me to fight him man to man. This is all your fuckin fault."
"I didn't know--"
I was interrupted my Cougar tackling me. I fell backwards, my head hitting the concrete hard. Stunned, I looked up. Cougar, still naked and wet, was on top of me, straddling my body. His eyes looked down on me with fury. He hit me in the side of my head, then again.
His third punch never came because Matt had grabbed his wrist and was pulling him off of me.
"Jesus, what's your fuckin problem, man?" asked Matt.
"It was his fault that I lost," said Cougar, grabbing the towel from Matt, wrapping it around his waist, and walking upstairs.
Matt looked down at me. "Are you okay?" he asked.
I sat up. The back of my head hurt like hell. There was already a bump there.
"Yeah," I said.
"You'll have some bruises tomorrow but you should be fine," said Matt, helping me to my feet.
After that, I took a shower of my own and put my bloody clothes in the laundry, along with Matt's.
Later that night, after dropping off Matt's laundry, I passed what used to be Cougar's room. The door was open, and Will was lying comfortably on top of his new bed. It was just a twin bed, but it was a nice, clean bed. The room had a closet, a nightstand, and even a window. It hadn't taken long for Will to settle in.
I moved on. Cougar's new door was also open, but I hurried passed it without looking in.
"Hey Rick," I heard Cougar's voice say. I froze. "Come in here."
I walked back to the open door and looked in. He was on the room's dirty, old bed. Piles and piles of clothes and other things that probably used to occupy his closet were now just thrown around.
"Come in here and shut the door," he said, sitting up.
I did.
"Look, kid, I'm sorry for hitting you earlier," he said. "It wasn't your fault that I lost the fight. I would have lost no matter which form I picked."
"That's okay," I said quietly. I was always a little taken aback when somebody apologizes to me.
"Now, I have to pay for sucking. Look at this. I've never had to sleep in this shitty room before."
"Well, it's better than sleeping in the living room," I said.
"Look, I guess I just took it out on you cause I knew that you were the only one in this house that I could fucking beat. That's pretty damn pathetic."
"You're just young and inexperienced," I said. "You'll get better."
"Yeah, but I'll always be the youngest. Sure, I'll get better, but so will they."
"Won't they get old?" I asked.
"No, us wolves don't age. We just stay the same age forever. So I can't exactly wait around for the rest of them to die off. I'll always be the weakest wolf in this house. And it sucks."
"Yeah," I said. "I understand."
"So there's no hard feelings between us?" asked Cougar.
"No," I said.
"Good. Now get the fuck out."
I left, and went downstairs to bed. Lying there, I wondered about my family. The school had probably alerted them that I had run off and nobody had seen me. I wondered if they were worried about me. Probably so. They didn't consider me adult enough to function on my own. I wondered if they missed me. I couldn't imagine that they did. Fuck, they didn't even know me.
Forget them. I didn't want to think about them anymore. I had found a new, better family here in Philadelphia. I wasn't ever going to go back home.
*****
The next day Will really busted Cougar's ass. All day long he was runnin around, first doing this, then that. I thought it was fair retribution. Cougar thought Will was just being an overly cocky winner.
That night, Cougar and I were watching TV. Cougar had just finished washing Will's bike, and was plopped down on the couch, exhausted.
Matt came downstairs dressed to go out.
"Why do you look so pretty tonight?" asked Cougar.
"I've got a date. See you fools tomorrow." He was out the door.
"That lucky motherfucker," said Cougar. He stood up. "Come on, get dressed," he said. "We're going out."
I didn't really feel like going anywhere alone with Cougar. "Come on, man," I said. "It's late."
"Hey, that was an order. On your feet. I want to see you dressed to kill in five."
He ran upstairs himself, and I started looking through my suitcase for anything that would possibly fulfill the "dressed to kill" requirement. I didn't have anything besides jeans to wear, but I did have a pair of nice shoes that I used to wear to church.
Cougar didn't seem to notice my complete lack of fashion when he came running down the stairs. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a black sweater.
"Come on," he said. "Will can't ask me to do shit if I'm not here."
We walked to the clubs on 2nd street. It was Saturday night, so the crowds were out in full force, walking the sidewalks. It took a half hour before we could find a club that didn't try to card me.
"We need to get you fuckin fake ID, man," said Cougar.
The club we went into wasn't the nicest around. There weren't too many patrons, the dance floor was mostly empty, and it had a vague smell of vomit. Cougar started buying us beers as we sat at a table in the corner. For every one I had he must have had three. After a while he was completely gone, even being friendly for once.
"Dude, look. That girl over there has been eyeing me."
He gestured to a girl on the dance floor. She was young looking and attractive, dressed in black pants and a revealing top. She smiled at Cougar as she danced alone to the music.
"She's hot, right?" he asked, as if he was too drunk to figure it out for himself.
"Yeah," I said.
"I'm going over there."
Cougar jumped off his seat, a little wobbly, and went over to the girl. They talked for a moment, both of them smiling, and then it looked like she wanted him to dance. He shook his head, but then she pulled against him and just started grinding him. He went for it.
Another girl in a short skirt came up and interrupted them. There was more talking, and then Cougar started dancing with both girls, the first one in front of him and the second behind him.
I drank my beer, feeling a little lonely by myself. After a bit, I noticed that Cougar was really making out with the first girl. They were moving fast.
After a few songs, the three of them went to the bar and ordered a bunch of shots. Then they came to the table, shots in hand. I stood up straight and rigid as they approached.
"Ladies, this is Rick," said Cougar. "Rick, this is Stephanie," he said, pointing to the one in pants. "And that is Hillary. They're sisters."
The one in the skirt, Hillary, just came right over and sat across my lap. "He's cute," she said. Hillary must have been the older sister; she looked to be almost thirty. She wasn't as attractive as Stephanie, either. "How old did you say you were?" she asked me.
"18," I said.
"Oh, young. Stephanie's only 20, but this place never cards. Guess you know that, though."
"Alright, everyone, here's the lime and the salt," said Cougar. "Shoot away."
Hillary handed me a shot glass and then looked at me expectantly. I glanced over at Cougar. He had licked Stephanie's neck, sprinkled some salt on it, and then licked it off of her. He downed his shot, and then bit the lime wedge from her open mouth. As he sucked the lime, they kissed.
I looked at Hillary. She was putting the lime to her mouth. "You want me to do that to you?" I asked, not wanting any part of it myself.
"Yeah, no shit," she said.
Not wanting to look like a prude, I picked up the salt, and poured some on her neck. Unfortunately, I forgot to lick her neck first, and most of the salt just poured right down onto her shirt. She didn't seem to notice anyway. As my heart starting to race, I reached down and licked what salt was left off of her neck. Then, perhaps not as quickly as I should have, I drank my shot.
It was awful. It was the first shot of any hard liquor I had ever had, and it was just plain awful. I thought I might vomit. Wanting nothing more than to banish the flavor from my mouth, I bit onto the lime waiting between her teeth. I pulled away before she could seriously kiss me.
While I was doing this strange ritual, it seemed Stephanie had taken a shot with similar assistance from Cougar. I looked to see that Hillary was smiling at me, holding another shot in her hand. Oh great. I picked up a lime, and stuck it between my teeth.
She did everything right, not even flinching as she downed the shot. When she went for the lime, I hoped she would just bite it with her teeth and get the heck out of there. She didn't. Instead of using her teeth, she wrapped her lips around mine and stuck her tongue into my mouth, circling the lime wedge. Her tongue tasted so bad, I felt like celebrating when she finally removed it from my mouth.
But celebration would have been too hasty. She promptly spit out the lime and was coming at me again with that tongue of hers. From then on, she started seriously making out with me. I felt affronted and repulsed, but of course I went along with it.
After about a half hour of drinking, talking, and way too much kissing, Stephanie pulled Hillary off of me and away into the bathroom. Apparently she couldn't go by herself. I don't know if I've ever been more thankful to anyone than I was to Stephanie in that moment.
Cougar was seriously drunk. "Dude, she just stuck her hand down my pants and grabbed my cock," he said, overjoyed.
"That's great," I said, giving him the thumbs up, trying to be encouraging.
The girls came back real quick. Both of them were smiling, and Stephanie whispered something in Cougar's ear. His face lit up.
"No, we can't go back to our place."
"Why not?" asked Hillary.
"Cause we're students at Penn, and they don't allow girls in our dorms."
"They don't?" asked Hillary. She seemed disbelieving.
"But we got cash," said Cougar. "Let's get a hotel room."
We walked to the same hotel that we had trespassed upon before. Hillary had her arm behind me, holding onto my ass as we went. It was making me feel very uncomfortable. Just how far was this going to go?
The inside of the place was as nice as the outside. Cougar got a room, paying in straight cash. He handed the room keycard to Stephanie.
"We'll meet you up there," he said.
The girls got into the elevator, and Cougar took me to the gift shop. He bought a pack of condoms. When we got into the elevator, he handed them to me.
"Here, you hold onto these," he said. "I'm pretty fucked up, but you gotta make sure I use one."
"Okay," I said. "You can never be too safe about STD's."
"Wolves don't get STD's, you fuckhead," he said to me, slurring his words heavily. "But you know what happens if a wolf gets a btich pregnant?"
"No."
"The bitch dies. Within one week, she's dead. Weirdest fuckin thing. So we gotta make sure to use condoms." While I was still pondering that thought, we got to our floor and were at our hotel room door, knocking. Stephanie let us in. The room was fairly large, but only had one queen-sized bed, and a couch off to the side.
Stephanie kissed Cougar and pulled him right onto the bed. They started really making out. Hillary was sitting over on the couch, trying to give me sexy glances. She patted the seat next to her. Cracking an uncomfortable smile, I walked over to her and sat beside her. She threw herself on me, her tongue bursting through my lips and her hands moving up under my shirt. I wanted to run, but I held my ground. She pulled my shirt off of me.
After a bit she said she had to pee and she peeled herself off of me and
went into the bathroom. I felt relieved. I looked over at the bed. Stephanie had just pulled Cougar's shirt off. She looked with disgust at his chest hair.
"You are really hairy," she said.
"Yes, I am, baby," responded Cougar, kissing her again. He got on his knees and unbuckled his belt. She helped him by pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees. He had an erection already, and she reached out and touched it, then pulled her shirt off.
Hillary came out of the bathroom, her skirt and shirt both MIA as she strutted towards me in just her underwear. My heart raced out of fear more than anything else as she sat beside me, leaned against the side of the couch, facing me, and spread her legs open.
"Take off my panties," she said.
I couldn't believe I was going to have to do this. I reached forward for her lacy black underwear, and pulled them the slightest bit down her hips.
"Rip them off!" she yelled.
I pulled them to her knees, looking down at her with apprehension. I was gonna have to touch that? Maybe if I closed my eyes I could do it. But I wasn't even hard. I looked over at Cougar for some inspiration. Stephanie was naked now, and licking Cougar's erection as he kneeled on the bed. I would have done anything to change places with her. Looking at Cougar's great body, I started to get a reaction in my pants. But then I noticed Stephanie was lying back on the bed, opening her legs. And Cougar was about to mount her.
I jumped off the couch.
"What's wrong?" asked Hillary.
"Cougar, could I see you in the bathroom for a sec?" I asked.
He didn't even turn around. "What? No way, man."
I walked over to the bed and pulled him off of her by the arm. I wasn't about to have a death on my hands.
"Alright, I'm coming," he said. He followed me into the bathroom, his erection still going strong as he did so, and I shut the door behind him.
I pulled the pack of condoms out. "Here, you need one of these, remember?"
He looked down at the condom in my hand. "Shit, dude, I'm so fucking toasted I almost forgot. Here, slap that fucker on me."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me, bitch, put it on me!"
I tore open the wrapper. I had never put one of these on anyone before, but figured it was self explanatory. I kneeled down, so that Cougar's penis was right in front of me, pointing at my face. It was about six inches hard, just like mine. It was even shaped like mine. I stuck the condom over the head, and slowly pulled it down, unrolling it all the way down to his pubes. I had never done anything that turned me on more.
"Good," he said. He took another one out of the package and handed it to me. "That one's for you," he said.
He opened the bathroom door, and walked out towards the bed. I started at his tight ass walking away from me before I got back on my feet. I'd have to go and face the music.
When I got back to the couch, Hillary kissed me again. "What was the matter, you need your friend to give you lessons? Hun, I can teach you everything you need to know." She opened her legs wide again. "Eat me out."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me, eat out my pussy."
She pulled my head down towards her crotch, but as I neared, I smelled something I didn't like. I couldn't do this. I popped my head back up.
"I'm not doing that," I said.
She looked miffed. "You want to stick your cock inside my pussy, and you won't even eat it out first?"
"No," I said, very simply.
She kicked me away and pulled her black underwear back on. Then she was off the couch and walking towards the bed.
Cougar and Stephanie were engaged in full on intercourse. She was on her back, her legs open. His body was on top of hers, completely dwarfing hers. I looked at his butt. It was thrusting up and down rhythmically, flexing and relaxing with each thrust.
Hillary went over to her sister. I couldn't help but think how twisted the two of them were to want to have sex with two strangers in the same hotel room together. I tried to imagine my two sisters doing something like this together. It was impossible.
"Steph, I'm going home," she said. "I'm not into this guy."
"Could you hold on?" asked Stephanie, obviously annoyed.
"No, I'm leaving right now. Come or not, I don't care."
Hillary put her clothes back on as Stephanie got out from under Cougar.
"No fuckin way," he said. "You're not gonna leave now," he said.
"Sorry, I gotta," she said, getting all her clothes.
She jumped off the bed and started to get dressed. Cougar stood up off the bed, his condom-filled erection sticking out in front of him.
"Don't do this to me."
"Sorry," she said, kissing him. And then the sisters were out the door.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he said. He looked at me. "What did you do to piss her off?"
"Nothing," I said, getting up and walking into the bathroom.
He followed me in there, his latex-covered erection bobbing around in front of him. "You did something. She was ready to get fucked. You must have done something. Tell me, I'm not kidding around."
My cheeks flushed. "She wanted me to, uh, eat her."
"Eat her out?"
"Yeah. And I didn't want to."
"Fuck, Rick, are you too fucking stuck up to stick your tongue in a girl's pussy? It's your fuckin fault that they walked out on us."
"I know," I said. "I'm sorry."
"Fuck sorry. I'm here with a major hardon. If I don't get off I'll get blue balls, and you know how that is. You're gonna help me out with that."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me. You fucked up, now you'll get your punishment. Take this fucking rubber off of me."
My heart started to race again. I kneeled down and grabbed the condom by its lip, and pulled it off of him. He had been leaking, his head was wet and there was a good amount of liquid in the condom. I tossed it in the garbage.
"Now, put your hand around my cock. Do it."
I reached forward slowly and wrapped my fingers around his base.
"Now stroke it."
I started moving my hand up his shaft, but he stopped me.
"It's too rough." He grabbed a little bottle of lotion by the sink.
"Stick out your hand," he said.
I put my palm out and he squeezed some lotion into my hand.
"Try it now," he said. I wrapped my hand around his shaft again and started to pull up.
"Oh yeah," he said.
I pulled up passed his head, and then went back down slowly.
"That feels good," he said. I kept on stroking him. My own erection was stronger than ever in my jeans. I looked at his penis, studying it, taking it in. It glistened with the white lotion surrounding it.
"Faster!" he shouted, breaking me out of my rhythm. I started moving up and down faster with my hand. "That's it. Fuck yeah."
Moving faster still, he titled his head back, and seemed to flex all the muscles in his body simultaneously. I felt his cock throb in my hand, and a shot of semen came flying out and landed on my neck. The next couple of shots hit my chest. I stopped stroking as the rest of his semen sort of just oozed out of his slit and onto my hand.
He pulled his dick out from my palm. "You'd better wash yourself up, man," he said, much calmer. "Go ahead and jump in the shower."
I washed my hand off in the sink, and then started the shower. I pulled my shoes, jeans, and briefs off before stepping in.
Cougar looked down at my erection and smiled. "You too?" he said. "Go ahead and get off, man."
He tossed me the bottle of lotion, and I washed his semen off of my chest. I poured some lotion in my hand, and started to stroke myself. Somehow the knowledge that my hand had just been wrapped around Cougar's cock made it a whole lot more exciting.
I looked over at Cougar as I stroked. He was washing the lotion off of his cock in the sink, getting soft fast. Locking my eyes onto him, I was shooting in no time. I washed my semen down the drain, cleaned myself up, and then got out of the shower. I dried off and got dressed. Cougar had already done the same.
"Look, we keep that just between us, you got it?" he was saying as I stepped out of the bathroom.
"I got it," I said.
He didn't seem convinced. "Look, I'm not just ordering you. I'm asking you, as a friend. Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight."
Somehow, losing myself, I felt touched that he considered me a friend. "I understand, Cougar," I said.
"Good," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Let's go."
When we got home, Cougar went straight to bed. I would have done the same, but Matt was watching a movie downstairs.
"Wanna watch with me?" he asked.
"Not really," I answered, lying down on my couch. "Did you get lucky tonight?"
He smiled. "Yeah. Takes the edge off, you know? What about you and Coug? Any action?"
I wasn't sure how to answer. "No. We went out to a club, but nobody seemed interested enough."
"Don't let it phase you, man. You're good looking, you'll find a girl who's willing to fuck you. Just keep trying."
"Thanks, Matt," I said. He was trying hard to be encouraging, even though I wasn't at all interested in taking his advice.
Tired, I pulled the blanket over my head, trying in vain to get to sleep in spite of the TV. He didn't seem to notice my struggle, though. He was up until four thirty. I thanked the Lord when he finally switched off the TVand went to bed.
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