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

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Chapter 3

After that Friday night, when Wolf and I took Sven’s virginity, he was like a wild bull let loose.  He constantly texted us to let us know how grateful he was, how much he loved us, how much he couldn’t wait until Friday, etc.  Frankly he had become a pain in the ass, but we tried to stay understanding.  It was hard for us to imagine what it was like to keep a dark and deep secret, and suddenly to release it with such happy consequences.

One night, Wolf and I were as deep into our passion as we ever were, when one of us got a text message.  Of course, we didn’t answer it, and anyway we knew who it was from.  When it was over, I glanced at my phone. I had a message from Sven, but we chose to ignore it.

“What are we going to do about that guy?” I asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer.

“We’ve got to find him a boyfriend.”

“Good idea, but where are we going to find another closet case?”  I didn’t expect an answer, and I didn’t get one.  The very next day, a possible Mr. Right for Sven fell into our laps.

We were in the cafeteria having lunch with Sven and some other team mates.   A handsome guy at the next table kept glancing our way.  He was staring at us and making me quite uncomfortable.  To make matters worse, whenever I glanced his way, he turned his head away, as if I had caught him in some horrendous crime.

I also had the feeling that I had met him somewhere before.  I racked my brain and it came to me.  Wolf and I had been asked to pledge several different fraternities.  It was early on, and we were sure that our sexual orientation was not yet generally known, so we decided to ignore all the invitations.   We didn’t want to be turned down because we were gay.  I didn’t know this guy’s name, but he had personally delivered the invitation to us to pledge his fraternity.

When Wolf and I got up to leave to go to our next class, he got up, and confronted us.  “May I speak to you for a minute?” he asked.  “I’ll be brief.”

“Sure, “I said.  “What’s up?  If it’s about joining a frat, we’ve decided not to.”

“Well, it’s something more important than that, but it’s a related topic.  Are you familiar with the malt shop just outside the campus’s main gate?”  We nodded.  “Can you meet me there this afternoon at four?”

“Sorry,” I said, we’ve got football practice.  How about after dinner, about 7:30?”

“That’ll be great fellas.  Please don’t stand me up.  I’ll see you there at 7:30.”

“Hey, what’s your name?” Wolf asked.

“Guillermo, Guillermo Ferrar.  Just call me Gerry.”

“Shit,” Wolf said, “another Latino.  Why are you all so fucking handsome?  It makes it rough on the rest of us.”

“Gerry laughed, “Yeah, like you two studs have anything to worry about.”  We all laughed and went on our way.

Wolf and I got to the malt shop before Gerry.  We were going to stand by and wait for him, but a table opened up in the extreme corner of the shop, and we grabbed it.  When Gerry came in, Wolf stood up and waved him over.

We all ordered malts.  Imagine ordering malts in a malt shop.  What a concept.  After they were delivered to the table, Wolf said, “Okay. Gerry, shoot.”

“First of all, when I issued you the invitation to pledge, I had no idea you were gay, but news spread fast after that.  Not only were you out and proud, but you’re a couple as well.  Are you planning on getting married?”

“Haven’t discussed it,” I answered, “but it may be in our future.”  Wolf smiled at me.

Gerry went on, “Anyway, I want to beg you to pledge my fraternity.  I have a very good reason.”

“Won’t some of the brothers be uncomfortable with us?” Wolf asked.

“To be honest, I have no way of knowing, but if you express your desire to pledge, I’ll find out soon enough, and you can withdraw if the news is bad.”

“You seem to be anxious to get some gay men into your frat.  Is there something you are trying to tell us?” Wolf asked.  He was born with some innate Native American sixth sense.  I would never have thought to ask that question.

Gerry smiled.  “Yes, Gentlemen, I have got something to tell you.  I’m in the closet, and scared to death of any of my brothers finding out.  That’s just it.  I don’t know what would happen.  But if two out gays pledged, I’d find out soon enough, and if you were accepted, it sure would make things easier for me, if and when I ever come out.”

“Wow, that’s heavy,” I said.  Can you give Wolf and me a couple of days to talk about it?”

“Sure, but the deadline to accept our invitation is this weekend.  We’re having a smoker Saturday evening at the frat house.  I beg you to come by.  You can meet the brothers, and use your own judgement.  I know that most of the guys on the football team belong to Alpha Phi Gamma, but I hope that won’t stop you from joining us at Epsilon Zeta Rho.

“If we agree to come,” Wolf propositioned, “will you go out with us Friday evening, secretly of course?”

“Secretly, why?”

“Because we’d like you to meet someone else who is in the closet.  You two could make beautiful music together.  We’re meeting him at a motel on Friday, and spending the night there.”

“Wow.  Talk about an offer you can’t refuse.  You bet I want to come along.”

“Great.  Meet us at the bus stop one block up from the main gate at 5:00 PM,” Wolf said.

“I’ll be there with bells on, and thanks men.  You have no idea just how badly I need this.”  I thought back to Sven’s outpouring of gratitude, and I thought maybe I did know how much Gerry needed this.  I couldn’t wait for Friday night, and Sven’s big surprise.  Maybe the three of us could pledge for Gerry’s fraternity.  As far as I knew, Sven had not pledged in his freshman year, maybe for fear of being found out.

That night Wolf and I had a long talk about the fear of coming out.  It greatly disturbed us that so many gay men lived in such constant fear of discovery.  The Great Spirit, The Goddess, The Wolves, or whoever created homosexuals, made us who we are.  Why couldn’t men of much lesser stature than the gods, accept that?

It seemed to me that Friday would never come, but time does march on, and here we were meeting Gerry at the bus stop.  His face was flushed, and he was very excited.  He knew he was going to have male sex this night.  He was no virgin, but sex was a rarity for him.  He had no clue yet, what a magnificent night lay ahead of him, and I had no idea yet that we four would form the nucleus of a secret gay society, we would call The Wolves.

I knocked quietly on the motel room door.  I was very nervous.  I was sure that Sven would be pleased that we brought Gerry along, but still, I couldn’t be certain.

Sven opened the door.  He was naked and had a big smile on his face.  The smile changed to a look of pure wonder when he saw Gerry.  His jaw dropped open and remained open.  Wolf had to close the door and double lock it.

“Sven,” I said.  “You wanted to meet another guy who was closeted like you.  Well here he is with bonus points.  He’s very handsome.  Sven Lundquist meet Guillermo Ferrar.  Just call him Gerry.”

The two men stared at each other unable to move.  I guess that neither could believe their good fortune.  Gerry spoke first.

“Sven!  The first time I saw you on the football field, I was so hot for you, that I went home and jacked off three times in a row.  We’ve met before.”

“We have?  When?”

“I’m the sports writer for our school newspaper, and I interviewed you, and several other team members, a couple of games ago.”  Neither Wolf nor I were important enough team members to interview, so I guess that’s why we only remembered Gerry from his invitation to pledge.

Sven was still standing mute.  Suddenly he cried out, “Thank you God.  Thank you Wolf and Tim.”  He grabbed Gerry, and hugged him hard.  His now erect cock was pushing against Gerry’s abdomen.  He was four inches taller.  I couldn’t wait to see how much Gerry had to offer Sven, down there.

“Let’s get undressed,” Wolf suggested and get this party started.”

Wolf, Gerry and I virtually ripped off our clothing.  Of course Gerry immediately checked us out, as we three checked him out.  He was nicely built.  He had muscles, but not to the extreme.  He had straight, black hair (like Wolf’s), dark brown eyes, a short, straight nose, a very strong square chin, and he was very average in the cock department.  He was circumcised, about four inches flaccid, and growing fast.  He reached seven inches.  I personally was glad to see that he was circumcised.  We were now two cut, and two uncut.

I did not expect what happened next to happen.  Sven and Gerry fell on one of the beds, and immediately began to make out.  Wolf and I stared at each other, and I was obliged to interrupt the two guys who were so wrapped up in each other they looked like one body.

“Hey Sven,” I yelled, tugging at his shoulder.  “You’re doing this all wrong.  What about Chapter One?”

“Oh yeah,” he answered.  He jumped out of bed, pulling Gerry with him and headed for the shower.

“What’s all this about Chapter One?” Gerry asked.

“I’ll explain in the shower.”

Presto.  They were out of sight.  Wolf and I broke out laughing.  “I think we’ve created two monsters,” he giggled.

“No,” I contradicted him.  “We’re just terrific matchmakers.”

The whole evening was not what I expected.  Gerry and Sven were inseparable on one bed, and Wolf and I made love on the other.  We could have done that in our own dorm room, but we had promised to pay for the room this time.

We all fell asleep after cumming two or three times.  We slept for about three hours.  Then in the wee hours of the morning, we switched partners twice.  First, I had oral sex with Gerry, while Wolf and Sven fucked each other.  Then I had oral sex with Sven, and Wolf and Gerry somehow managed to fuck each other.  I had to admire their stamina, and the fact that they could even maintain erections.

The four of us cuddled in one bed, bonding together into a real brotherhood, before we reluctantly got up to go to breakfast.

At breakfast, we agreed to book a room at the motel every Friday evening and to split the cost.  We offered the men the use of our dorm room, but they were too frightened to do anything on campus and possible get exposed.  They just weren’t ready to come out.  I did hope that Gerry’s fraternity would accept Wolf and me unconditionally, and that eventually Gerry and Sven would feel safe enough to slip out of the closet.  In a perfect world that would be a certainty, but we don’t live in a perfect world.

That evening Sven accompanied us to the smoker.  The brothers were thrilled to see three members of the football team, especially Sven, of course.  Every man in that room knew that Wolf and I were a couple.  They treated us no differently than the other dozen or so potential inductees.

The president of the fraternity explained to us what our costs would be living in the frat house.  It was slightly more than what a dorm room would be, but less than what an apartment off campus would cost.  Wolf, Sven and I were sure that our families could afford the slight increase.

Toward the end of the evening, Gerry assembled the guests and handed each one of us a pencil and a slip of paper with our names on it.

“Gentlemen,” he began, “on behalf of my brothers and me, I’d like to thank you all for coming out tonight.  We hope you enjoyed meeting us all, and that the refreshments met your expectations.”  He stopped, looked at our faces and smiled.

“The bad news is that there are fourteen of you here, and we can only accept six new freshmen a year.  This year, however, there is a sophomore among you.  If he would like to join our frat, and he is accepted, we will also accept six freshmen, so there would be seven pledges all together.  Therefore, please indicate on this paper if you would like to be in Epsilon Zeta Rho.  If we get a no from you, it will make the selection process much easier.  You see guys, you would all make fine frat brothers.  If you don’t get accepted, please believe me, it’s only a question of numbers.  We only have so many bedrooms in the frat house, and we can only sleep two to a room.”

When he said that Gerry looked at Wolf and me, and smiled at us.

He concluded by saying, “When the six seniors leave us this spring, you men, who make the cut, can move in.  Please hand me your slips after you have answered with a simple, yes or no.  That concludes the evening gentlemen.  I will personally inform you of our decision on Friday.”

The three of us put a yes on our paper, and handed it to Gerry.  When Sven handed him his paper, I clearly saw them holding on to each other’s hands a little too long.

The next morning, Sven, Gerry, Wolf and I met at the chapel for the Protestant service.  I thought you were a catholic,” I said to Gerry.  I was surprised to see him there.

“I was born a Catholic, but I’d rather be with my brothers, than at some mumbo jumbo service made up by a bunch of men, who were never sanctioned by God to make up the mumbo jumbo in the first place.”

I couldn’t help wonder what these guys would think about our wolf ritual.

“How about sharing brunch after the service?” Wolf asked.  The yes vote was unanimous. 

At lunch, Gerry confided in us that we were all admitted to the pledge program of the frat, and we would get his official notification hand delivered on Friday.  “Not only that,” he smiled at Sven, “I talked my roommate into switching rooms, and you and I are going to room together.”

“That’ll be a little bit of paradise,” Sven grinned, “but how did you manage that?”

Gerry started to laugh.  “Since I’m the sports reporter, I told him that I felt I could get secret and colorful stories out of you about the team.  He thought it was a fantastic idea.”

“Was there opposition to Wolf and me?” I asked.

“None whatsoever.  I gotta tell you, I am fucking proud of my frat brothers.”  Gerry was beaming.  He raised his coffee mug.  “Here’s to us,” he toasted.  “Here’s to our own little brotherhood within the brotherhood.”

And so we pledged.  During the pledge period, there was one incident concerning sexuality, but it had nothing to do with us.  One evening in the frat house, the pledges had to strip naked.  We were asked a bunch of questions, and if one of the brothers said that our answer was a lie, the pledge master got to whack us across the ass.  Before you get all upset, his whacks were more like love taps.  The whole ceremony was merely symbolic.

When the brothers got a look at Wolf and Sven’s rods, there was a lot of oohing and aahing.  The brother, who was currently rooming with Gerry screamed out, “For a schlong like that I could turn gay.”

Everybody laughed, but Gerry wondered if he had missed an opportunity, and I wondered how many other brothers were deep in the closet.

To be continued…

Posted: 11/27/15