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

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Chapter 6

Our college years flew by more quickly than I ever dreamed they would.  Wolf majored in agricultural sciences, and I was pre-med.  My dads had always expected me to take over the store, but they were not disappointed in my choice of major.  In fact, they encouraged me to pursue my dream. 

I knew that I would get into a good medical school, but I would have to depend on student loans.  Another consideration was that I didn’t want to be too far away from home, and my beloved Wolf, so I had my eye on the University Of Washington Medical School, which offered medical training right at Montana State University in Bozeman.  I applied during my Junior Year, and to my delight, I was one of twenty students accepted to this unusual program.  I even received a partial scholarship.  My fraternity family, The Wolves Club, and my family at home, all celebrated my success.  Wolf, as usual, cried and cried.  I could not stem his tears.

The Wolves Club never missed a Friday evening when school was in session, and we became very close friends, as you can imagine.  Wolf and I were on our own during our senior year, and there was a real void in our lives.  Sven, Gerry, and Matt all graduated a year before us.  Matt went on to law school, which Jim funded.  After law school, he intended on joining Jim’s practice.  They were too much in love to separate. 

Sven finally came out to his parents.  They were unforgiving.  They told him that they never wanted to see him again, but when he started to pack his belongings, his father said to him, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?  You’re staying here.  Run the farm and break your back like I did.  Your mother and I are retiring to Scottsdale, Arizona, just as we always dreamed of.  You can get your fairy boyfriend to help you.” 

They were gone before a week was up, and the very next day, Gerry moved in, and began to farm the land with Sven.  Their farm was only a two hour drive from Wolf’s, so we knew that we would be friends for life. We also knew that we would have reunions with Jim and Matt from time to time, but they were considerably farther away.

Somehow, Wolf and I survived the years of separation during which time I attended medical school, and then did my residency in a teaching hospital in Billings.  He visited me as often as he could, and I went home as often as I was able.

The nearest doctor to our small town was over thirty miles away, and the nearest hospital was nearly fifty miles away.  I opened an office close by to our general store.  The very first day I was in practice, half the town folk and half the Indian Reservation showed up for some sort of treatment.  I was totally overwhelmed.  I hired a young Arapaho girl on the spot to help me organize, and run the office.  She had recently graduated from a secretarial school, but had been unable to obtain a job as yet.  Without her I would have sunk.

I never could pronounce her name, but in English it meant Flower of The Desert, so I simply called her Florrie.  Thanks to Florrie, my dads’ accountant, and Matt and Jim, who pooled their talents, and got me organized to run a legitimate business in Montana.

Things were better after that first day.  Florrie made appointments at regular and decent intervals, and we began to handle things quite well.

Wolf and I were mature men now.  We felt that if he moved in with me and my dads, his folks might be hurt.  If I moved in with him, Carl and my dad might be likewise upset, so we rented a small ranch house on the edge of town.  Both of us could get to work in minutes.  The lease came with an option to buy, and if things went well for us, we intended to exercise that option.

Wolf and I seemed intent on making up for all the time we lost when I was becoming a bona fide doctor.  We had lots and lots of sex.  Occasionally, my two dads came over to join in, and sometimes on Sunday afternoons we drove over to Sven and Gerry for some much needed playtime.  On other Sundays, they came to us.

Jim and Matt had no family in Bozeman, and Sven and Gerry were in a similar position.  All the years I was in medical school and in residency, Sven and Gerry spent Christmas with Gerry’s family, but upon my return, our four wolf brothers made arrangements to spend the holiday with us.  We had a second bedroom, and we furnished it with a queen sized bed and a dresser.  We ourselves slept on a king sized bed.  That was more than enough for the six of us.

The night they arrived for our first Christmas together, we had an orgy.  I tasted more cum that one night than in the four months previously.  My ass was terribly sore, but it felt so wonderful.  I loved these men so much, I couldn’t be happier.  I thought back to the days before I moved from New York, and how I had planned to return east someday, and I shuddered.  Not only were Wolf and I living an idyllic life filled with love, but Carl and my dad had found happiness as well.

When we were saying goodbye to our friends, Wolf whispered in my ear.  “Alone at last.  Wait until you see what I have in store for you tonight.”  I smiled as he took my hand and led me into the house.  I knew that sex that night was going to be spectacular, and it was. 

As we stepped into the shower, Wolf said, “Tonight I’m going to do everything to you that Carl describes in his manual.  Tomorrow you won’t be able to go to your office.”  He laughed so hard, I couldn’t calm him down.

Our foray into chapter one lasted almost an hour.  The water in the shower was ice cold, when we finally vacated it.  We soaped our entire bodies over and over again.  I bathed his cock in suds, and he did the same to me.  I washed his crack, and reamed him until my tongue was nearly an inch into him, and he did even better to me.  We fucked alternately, but stopped short of cumming.  We peed on each other’s bodies and up our ass holes.  We stopped playing just short of cumming. That would have been a violation of the rules of chapter one.

We spent another hour or so in bed playing sixty-nine, and then one of us sucking the other.  While I sucked Wolf’s cock, I had two fingers reaming his ass.  When he sucked me, he only had one finger up my ass.  I am so much smaller than he is.  Again we refrained from cumming.

Finally we went to chapter three for some much needed fucking and ultimate relief.  Now we were able to employ all the little nuances contained in subsequent chapters, or at least, most of them.  When Wolf came high up in my guts, I tried to restrain myself, but there was no holding back, and I came along with him.  He lay on top of me, unable to move, and we both cried like little babies.

“I love you so much,” he whimpered into my ear and then smothered me with his kisses.  I wanted to tell him that I loved him more, but his kisses did not allow me to say a word.

I may not have been able to speak, but I had no trouble thinking about the inevitability of fate.  I began to think about the horrible death suffered by mother and brother.  Did the finger of fate cause the accident?  Had it not happened, would my father have met Carl?  The same Carl who makes his life a charm every day they are together.  My father’s happiness in his love for Carl, knows no bounds.

Was it fate that put them both on the same page desiring to get out of the big city rat race to find solemnity in rural Montana?  How I once hated them for forcing me to come with them, but I had no choice.  I was a minor, who swore to leave at the first opportunity.  But it was here that fate sent me a love that is unrivalled in all the great love affairs of literature. 

When I think that if I had never come to Montana, I would never have met Wolf, my whole body shivers with fear.  My life without Wolf would have been empty and thoroughly meaningless.

I was meditating on all these thoughts, when I realized that Wolf had fallen asleep on top of me.  I sure as hell didn’t care.  I wrapped my arms around him, kissed him on his forehead, and fell peacefully asleep along with him.

The End.

Posted: 12/18/15