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

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Chapter 5

It was one week before winter break, and even though we had played our last game of the football season, the coach had us continue to practice in the gym.  Thank goodness for football practice, or the days would have dragged.  It seemed like a year before Friday evening arrived.  Wolf and I left the house together, but Sven, Gerry and Matt each left separately.  We met up a few blocks away, where we had arranged for Jim to pick us up.

We were all pretty big guys, so I was pleased to see Jim arrive in a seven seater mini-van.  He was still dressed like a GQ model, and we were all wearing flannel shirts, jeans and heavy jackets.   It gets really cold in Montana right after Labor Day.  All of us would never have fit in a standard sized car.  Matt sat up front with Jim, Wolf and I took the middle seats, and Sven and Gerry took the three seater in the rear.  Sven took up two of the seats all by himself.

I don’t know what I thought Jim’s house would look like, but it wasn’t what I expected.   He drove onto a typical suburban street, in what looked like a so-called family neighborhood, probably built in the eighties or nineties.  He pulled into the driveway of a two story colonial style house, and opened the garage door with a remote controller clipped to his visor.   We all sat in the van until Jim closed the overhead garage door.  Then we all jumped out.

We entered from the garage directly into a large kitchen.  The kitchen had an island dead center, and it was loaded with deli sandwiches and canned fruit.  A large coffee urn was plugged into an electric outlet on the counter. 

As we looked around, Jim said, “There are donuts and cookies in the fridge.  I thought we should eat first.  We might be too exhausted afterward.”

Sven looked at Wolf and remarked, “See smartass, he really meant refreshments.”

“I’ve got plenty of lube and condoms also,” Jim said seriously.  Wolf started to laugh, and Sven looked sheepish.

No matter what the circumstances, even the anticipation of a sexual orgy, cannot keep six strapping college students away from food.  We almost devoured all the sandwiches and fruit.  Sven took a vote and we passed on the coffee, but not on the donuts.

“Let’s give the food a chance to digest a little before we start,” Jim said, and he led us into the living room.  The furniture in that room consisted of a sofa, love seat, and two easy chairs.  There was plenty of seating for all of us.

Never one to be shy, Sven said, “Tell us about yourself, Jim.”

“Not much to tell.  I grew up in this house.  My folks bought the place in 1990, when I was a baby.  My mom died of cancer last year, and my dad wanted to get away.  He’s a lawyer also, and he was able to get a job in New York.  He likes it there, and he’s doing really well.  I just kept on living here rather than move.  I’m just lazy I guess.”

“Does your dad know about you?” Gerry asked.  “I have noticed that guys in the closet are always curious about such things.”

“No, he doesn’t, and I hope I never have to tell him.  If there is indeed an afterlife, my mom knows.”

We all filled Jim in on our backgrounds, and we really got to know each other, which prompted me to say, “Look fellows, if we are going to do this on a regular basis, I think we should formalize it.  Let’s give our club a name, and collect dues for refreshments, so Jim doesn’t have to lay out money for food, lube and condoms every week.”

“Yes.  Good idea,” Gerry said.  “Have you thought of a name, Tim?”

“No, I haven’t.  Any ideas?”

“Yes,” Jim said.  “Wolf is the most interesting one of all of us.  I’ve never been with a Native American before.”  He smiled at Wolf.  “How about we call ourselves “The Wolves?”

Everyone thought it was a good idea.  The next thing we agreed on, and sanctified by a vote, was the amount of dues.  We decided that $5.00 a week per man would give us $30.00 for light refreshments, lube, and condoms, and if we should accumulate a surplus, we could always skip a week.

Satisfied with our achievement, we agreed to strip naked in the living room, and make love on the extra thick plush carpet.  Jim thought it would be more comfortable than his standard double bed.

Matt, who I feared was a virgin, had hardly spoken all evening.  Finally he did, and he made a suggestion.  “I think six men tumbling around in the hay is a bit unwieldy.  How about we split into two groups of three to start with.  We can do plenty of switching around later on.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” our host piped in.  “I think it’s obvious to you all that I have the hots for Matt.  So I’d like to choose him and Wolf for round one.”

“Why Wolf?” I asked, a teensy bit jealous. 

“Like I said earlier.  I’ve never been with a Native American before.  From pictures I’ve seen, they all seem to be relatively hairless, and Wolf here breaks the mold.  Besides I love hairy men.”

“Wolf laughed.  “You’re right,” he said, “my dad is hairless, and so is his father.  My maternal grandfather was a white man, so I must get the hair from him.  He died before I was born, so I don’t know if he was hairy or not.”

Suddenly Matt cried out, “Please guys, enough talk.  Let’s get started.  I’m a virgin and I don’t want to be one anymore.”  That got us laughing and going.

So it started out that I was with Gerry and Sven.  We were experts with each other by now, and we knew what turned each of us on.  We started with a daisy chain, and my cock was in Sven’s mouth.  His tongue was expertly swabbing and flicking my shaft at the same time.  His technique was so wonderful that he almost sent me over the hill, and I had to pull away.  When we separated, I asked Sven to fuck me.  When he felt an orgasm coming on, he pulled out, and Gerry took his place.  I hardly felt Gerry after accommodating Sven’s monstrous cock.  They went back and forth for some time.  I felt so good that I wished they would never cum.

At some point Sven exploded into his condom.  It ripped, but I didn’t mind.  I knew he only slept with Gerry, Wolf and me until tonight.  Gerry didn’t mind either.  Sven’s cum was extra lubrication for him, and even if he wanted to hold back, he couldn’t any longer. 

I wanted to get off in one of their asses, and I chose Gerry.  Sven was big all over.  His asshole wasn’t as tight as I would have liked it, and I preferred Gerry’s tighter one.  The other group finished about the same time as we did.

We lay in a heap, thoroughly exhausted on the living room floor.  We all knew that we had it for now.  We agreed that we would create different configurations the first Friday evening after winter break.  When we were ready to go, we washed two at a time in the bathroom.  When we were all dressed, we each gave Jim $5.00 towards the next meeting’s “refreshments.”

Once again we piled into Jim’s car before he opened the overhead garage door.  When we got to his pick-up point, we all got out except Matt.  He looked sheepish, smiled at us, and said, “I’m spending the night with Jim.”  We wished them a good evening, and walked back together to the frat house.  Nobody would think it strange that Wolf and I socialized with another member of the football team, and the school paper’s sports writer.

We were home for Christmas.  It was so wonderful to be surrounded by our loving families that I was able to forget about my other family, The Wolves.  There was little to do on the farm in mid-winter and The Coldfoots were able to give us lots of their time.  The other farmers were in the same boat, and they required very few supplies.  Consequently, it was slow in the store, and we were able to enjoy time with my dads, both socially and in bed.

It was obvious to me that making love with Dad and Carl was on a totally different level than with The Wolves.  With my frat brothers and Jim it was kind of school age stuff.  We fucked and sucked, and that was pretty much it.  With my two dads, we rimmed and played water sports.  Carl would take two cocks in his mouth at the same time.  We were all well hung, and the rest of us couldn’t do that.

But Wolf had a special talent.  He could take two cocks in his ass at the same time.  I had the pleasure of fucking my love with my cock rubbing in and out with my dad’s cock, and other times with Carl’s.  The eroticism of that act was overwhelming.  We all tried to emulate Wolf, but it was just too painful, and we gave up.  On the way back to school, Wolf and I discussed the possibility of introducing these advanced sex methods to our friends, or keeping it special for our dads. 

“It’s all in the manual,” Wolf reminded me.  “If I know Sven, sooner or later he’ll be the one to suggest we do it.  His ass hole could take three of us.”

“Then let’s leave it to time and fate,” I intoned philosophically.

By Sunday night all the brothers were back, and we were shooting the breeze in the living room.  Most of them were regaling us with sexual stories, which they alleged occurred between them and their girlfriends during the winter break.  Frankly I had trouble believing any of them.

One of them started to laugh.  “Hey Wolf and Tim,” he said.  “Haven’t you got any stories to tell us?  I bet you two went at it non-stop.”

“Yeah, guys,” Wolf said in the most serious manner he could muster.  “All the animals are housed in the barns this time of year, and Tim and I had a ball with the sheep.  My dad even gave us a lubricant to use that was developed by The Arapahos especially for fucking animals.  It was way better than Tim’s mouth or ass.”

He paused to let it all sink in.  The room was utterly silent. Finally someone said, “No shit,” and another said, “I think I’ll turn in.”

Sven, who was also a farmer, burst out laughing.  “Wolf had you going there, didn’t he?  You guys are more gullible than I could ever believe, so thank you for reminding me that I’m not the only one who falls for his crazy Indian tales.  For a while there he had me believing he was a werewolf.”

“He isn’t?” someone asked.  “How do you know he isn’t?”

“Because I was with him one night at the full moon, and he never changed.  He remained the same hairy son of a bitch he always is.”

Sven couldn’t contain himself.  He started to laugh so hard, I was afraid he would choke.  Gerry and Matt shared in his laughter, and then everyone laughed, wished each other a good night, and went off to bed.

To be continued…

Posted: 12/11/15