Writing a “How To” Manual II
The Secret of the Wolves
 by: Hankster

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Chapter 1

Luke Coldfoot drove Wolf and me to the State University in Bozeman, MT in his pick-up truck.  It was the only vehicle in our blended family that would hold all the must-have stuff we believed we would need on our first adventure away from home.  We were exceptionally nervous, but knowing we had each other to lean on, allayed some of our fears.

We were both on academic scholarships, and we knew that we had to maintain high grades to remain in school.  Furthermore, we had no intention of hiding our relationship to any of the coaches, on any sports team we might try out for, or anyone else, for that matter.   Although we were protected by law, we feared the hostility of our team mates and other class mates, but we refused to hide our relationship no matter what.

There were few classmates that would have bothered us two hunky guys at all.  We were immediately accepted wherever we went.  We were so handsome, muscular and likeable (if I must say so myself), that everyone we met wanted to be a friend.  We received several invitations to pledge for fraternities, but did not rush to act on any of them.

We tried out for, and made the football team.  As for the team and the coach, there may have been some hidden animosity, but when the men had a chance to appreciate our football skills, especially Wolf’s, any bias caused by gender identification was placed so far back on the burner that it wasn’t even a consideration.

We were often kidded about our relationship, but always in a good natured way, never in malice.  When we played out of town, and the guys went out pussy hunting, they would offer to fix us up.   

“Once you’ve put your wiener in a hot vagina, you’ll give up ass holes forever,” the boys promised us.

“It’s the other way around,” we quipped back.

Sometimes when rooms were assigned out of town, one of the guys would say something like, “Hey Tim, switch with me.  I want some Wolf meat tonight so I can see what the fuss is all about.”  Nobody took it seriously, and it afforded a good laugh.  There was no doubt in anybody’s mind, that any member of the team would have beaten anyone senseless, who made an authentic homophobic comment about our relationship.

The team had an out of town game on the Saturday before Thanksgiving, and on Friday night, Wolf and I were just unpacking in our hotel room, when there was a knock on our door.

Wolf went to answer it, and as he approached the door, he asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s Sven,” a deep basso voice answered him. 

Sven Lundquist was the biggest man on the team.  He was a six foot, five inch giant of Scandinavian descent.  His ancestors had farmed their land in the bitter cold Montana climate since the middle of the nineteenth century.  There was a story told that once his father’s tractor overturned, pinning the man underneath the monstrous, multi ton farm vehicle.  Sven saved his father’s life by lifting the tractor with one hand, and dragging his father out from under with the other.  The story may have been a myth, but no man alive was about to question it.

Wolf opened the door, and waved Sven in.  “What’s up Handsome?” Wolf asked.  He and I loved to address the team endearingly.  Everybody knew it was in jest, but it did make the straight guys uncomfortable.  It was our way of getting back at the team for the never ending ribbing inflicted on us.

Wolf closed the door, and to his surprise Sven double secured it with the bolt lock. 

“Wow,” I said.  “This is going to be very heavy, isn’t it?”

Sven nodded at me, and sat down on one of the two chairs in the room.  He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.  Instead he buried his head in his hands, and started to cry.  It was so crazy to see this giant of a man crying, that Wolf instinctively ran over, and put his arm around Sven’s shoulders.

“What is it Sven?” I asked.

“Whatever it is, it’s never as bad as you think,” Wolf added.  “Maybe Tim and I can help you.”

Finally Sven found his voice.  “Even if you can’t help, you are the right guys for me to confide in.”

“You have a secret then?” I asked.

“Yeah, and it’s big.  How did you guys ever get the guts to come out?”

Utter silence filled the room for what seemed an eternity.  Wolf asked in wonder, “You’re gay?”

“Well, in theory anyway,” Sven explained.  “I’ve never acted on it.  I’m so scared.”

“Scared of acting on your urges, or scared of coming out?” I asked, and I got the answer I expected.

“Both.  I’m an only child, and my parent’s will kill me.”

“If they love you, and I’m sure they do, they won’t kill you.”

“Disown me then.  Who knows?  I’ve got a girlfriend at home, and she’s practically planning our wedding.  We have never had sex.  When I’m with her, I never get hard no matter how tight I hold her.  Then there’s the team.  I’m afraid of what they would think.”

“Geez,” I said, “Wolf and I have never been in the closet.  I never knew it was so difficult.  One thing I can tell you for sure.  Being honest is liberating.  We just don’t pay attention to bigots.  Wolf has to put up with racial slurs as well as slurs against his sexual orientation.  Fuck them!”

“I love you guys like brothers.  I don’t expect that you can ease my burden, but I just had to tell someone.  It’s so gut wrenching to hold it all in.  You’ll keep my secret won’t you?”

“Of course we will,” Wolf promised.

“I do have a favor,” Sven added.  “If you meet someone else like me, in the closet, I mean, would you fix us up?   I just don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

“We haven’t met anyone yet, but I am confident it will happen, and I promise, we’ll think of you.”

Sven glanced at his cell phone.  “It’s almost dinner time.  We’d better get down to the dining room.

“You go downstairs,” I said.  “We aren’t quite ready.”  I opened the door to let Sven out, and another team member passed by at that precise moment.

“Hey Sven,” he asked.  “Did you enjoy the blow job?”

Sven laughed.  “It was fantastic,” he countered.  “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

We four team mates had a good laugh over the good natured kidding around.

Alone in our room, Wolf and I smiled at each other. “Yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah!” Wolf answered, reading my mind.  He went to the desk and wrote a short note on hotel stationary.  Then we went down to the dining room to join the rest of the team for dinner.

After dinner, the guys milled around chatting.  The coach had forbidden them to go looking for sex the night before a big game. 

“That’s not fair,” one of them said.  “Wolf and Tim can fuck their brains out tonight.”

“That’s different,” the coach laughed.  When you learn to play football like those two guys, you can fuck before a game also.”  The guys all laughed, but the butt of the joke hoped that the coach was only kidding.

During the height of the frivolity, Wolf slipped the note he had written into Sven’s hand.  He in turn slipped it into his pocket.  He excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once inside, he entered and locked a stall.  He pulled the note out of his pocket, and as he read, two things happened.  A grin crossed his face, which got bigger and bigger.  Also he started to get an erection, and that got bigger and bigger also.  The note read:

Dear Sven: 

When we get back to school tomorrow evening, if you can enter our room without being seen, we’ll make sure that when you walk out, you will no longer be a virgin.

We have also learned about a gay bar downtown.  It’s only gay on Sunday nights.  The rest of the week it’s straight.  We’ll visit it, and maybe we’ll get lucky enough to find you a fuck buddy.

In the meantime, let’s win tomorrow.

Wolf and Tim

Little by little the team members went to their own rooms.  Wolf and I were just climbing into bed, when Wolf’s cell phone indicated that he had just received a text message.  He got to his phone, and read:

I luv u guys.  Thanx, but I’d be afraid to do anything in school.  Could we meet off campus, and get a rm?  I’ll pay.  Luv, S 

Wolf immediately texted back:

Sure, but it will have to wait til after Thanxsgvng.  Luv u 2, W

A few minutes later another text was received:

I waited this long, I can wait a little longer. Sleep tight.  XXXX, S

Wolf and I cuddled up in the same bed.  We refrained from making love, the same as the rest of the team.  It took all our will power, but we were both extremely disciplined individuals.

Freshmen were prohibited from being starting players, but they could be used for substitutions.  The coach used Wolf whenever he could, but I mostly sat on the bench.  I got my kicks just watching my lover play the game so skillfully.

Our team, The Bobcats, won by scoring a last minute field goal.  It was a tough battle all the way, and a long one.  Both teams used all their time outs, and we all had to hustle to make the bus back to Bozeman.  When we arrived, every member of the team rushed back to their dorm rooms, totally exhausted, and they all slept in the next morning.

Only Wolf and I did not go right to bed.  It was the night of the full moon.  We had devised an abbreviated version of the full wolf ceremony.  There were no candles or wolf pelts, and the prayers were considerably shortened, but we intended to practice our “religion” at every full moon.  On most Sunday mornings we attended Protestant services on campus.

Our customized ceremony lasted about twenty minutes.  When it was over, we kissed each other good night, and fell into exhausted sleeps in separate beds.

We alternated the short Thanksgiving break by sleeping two nights at The Coldfoots and two nights with my parents.  Of course, when we were with the men, all four of us enjoyed sex together.  One night I slept with Carl, and Wolf slept with my father.  The other night I slept with my father and Wolf slept with Carl.

Thanksgiving dinner that year was at The Coldfoots.  It was a wonderful mixture of traditional American and Arapaho cuisine.  I was so happy to have been initiated into Native American culture, and I considered myself blessed.

In spite of the joy of being home with the people we loved, we could not wait to get back to school.  I packed a copy of Carl’s manual on How to Make Love to a Man into my tote bag, and my Dad drove us to the bus terminal.  As usual his goodbye kisses were mixed with tears.  I always sensed that when he was parting from me, he was remembering my mother and brother, and wondering what my kid brother would look like, at that moment in time, had he lived. 

It was almost midnight when we reached our dorm room.  Wolf noticed a piece of paper on the floor.  Someone had slipped it under the door.  It read:

I got back about 5 PM.  If you get back at a decent hour, please call me.  S

It was way too late, but all three of us had a class in Mediaeval History the next morning, and we would get a chance to see Sven there.  When we entered the classroom, we just nodded at each other.  We took our seats and proceeded to do what the whole class was doing…texting.  Wolf got a text from Sven:

Reserved rm at Red Roof motel just outside campus.  Friday, any time after 2 PM. I’ll get there at 4 PM.  Please don’t disappoint.  XXX, S

Wolf texted back:

Never.  See u about 5.  We’ll bring snacks. Luv u 2.  W

We had a home game Saturday afternoon, and we had to be at practice at 8 AM that morning.  Apparently Sven was willing to break the rules to get laid at last.  As for us, our football performance in high school had never been impaired by sex, and we had no reason to believe that it would be this time either.

When we knocked on the door of the motel room late Friday afternoon, Sven let us right in, and bolted the door behind us.  The curtains were drawn and he was naked.  Of course, our eyes were directed south immediately.  We had seen him naked in the showers many times, but this was different.  The guy, for all his height, was not any bigger than Wolf, that is to say, he was humongous.  Like Wolf, he was uncut.  At that moment he was about ten inches, and hard as a nail.  I had never seen him hard before.  Knowing his history, I wondered if he wasn’t always slightly aroused in the locker room, and maybe he wouldn’t be as big as I remembered him to be, when he was flaccid.  I reckoned I would find out once he came, and I was going to make sure he came up my ass. 

“Where are the snacks?” Sven asked.  The brute was always hungry.

“No snacks, dufus,” Wolf said.  “That was my way of telling you that we would bring condoms and lube.  It was a euphemism.  I didn’t want to be graphic on the phone.”

Sven reddened.  I guess he felt a little foolish. 

I put Carl’s manual on the desk in the room.  “What’s that?” Sven asked.

“It’s a manual on how to make love to a man.  My stepfather wrote it.  It’s a present to you, but I’ll hold it for you.  We wouldn’t want the wrong people to find it in your possession.”

Sven’s beautiful farm boy smile broke out, and illuminated his handsome face.

To be continued… 

Posted: 11/13/15