Learning to Howl (m/m)
By Francis Ashe
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012
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Jack had been my mechanic for as long as I remember. I got my first car when I turned sixteen, and he started work in his dad’s shop that same year. As luck would have it, I ended up there when I got a flat one day, and we ended up hitting it off. He was a really nice guy – big and muscular, yeah, but not the intimidating kind, just seemed to like lifting weights. He was quiet, too. Had a calm, serene sort of demeanor, the sort of person that you know is wiser than his years, and wise enough to keep quiet and listen. About five years after we first met, I realized what he really was, and our relationship has never been the same.
I was home from college during my senior year. It was Christmas break, about the middle of December. The little town I’m from is out in the woods in western part of Oregon, so it was nice and cold, especially in the mornings and after nightfall. The day before I started home for vacation, my girlfriend of three years dumped me for one of my roommates, so on the way back I was really hauling ass. Whipping around turns, blasting some angry music as loud as I could handle it and generally not paying attention to anything at all – that is, until I met the tree. I wasn’t hurt or anything, I just crushed the hood of my truck in, made a real mess. A few days, maybe a week after the wreck, I realized that I needed to get my hood fixed if I was going to leave after the break, so I got a tow to Jack’s garage. It was his by then, his dad had retired and had embarked on a journey to see the sights in his giant RV.
“Oh hi, Brian,” Jack said when the old bells on the door handle clanged me in, “long time no see. I heard you had some kind of a wreck a few days back. Need me to take a look?”
Before I had time to reply, I realized that he was even bigger than he’d been a couple of years before when I came into town. His arms were heavy, his chest thick and his legs looked like the trunks of trees in his tight jeans.
“Uh... Brian? You alright?” he said as I stared at him dumbly. What on earth was wrong with me?
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I began, “doctor said I had a concussion, I probably just zoned out for a second.” That made sense, I mean, concussions do that, right? Well, anyway, I had to make something up rather than actually admitting my being dumbfounded was because of his physique and not my wreck.
Jack laughed a little and said, “Yeah, that happens. I got into a... uh... thing one time. I couldn’t pay attention to anything for a week without getting tunnel vision and I got terrible headaches. Anyway, let’s see the damage.”
When he saw the tree-shaped indentation in the front of my car, he let out a low drawl of a whistle between his straight, white teeth. For the second time in about five minutes, I realized I was just staring at him. I really had to knock that off.
“Well, why don’t you give me a couple of days? I’ll go down to the junkyard tomorrow and see if I can scrounge up a cheap hood. Otherwise I’ll have to order one. If you want me to try and fix this mess, it’ll end up costing you more in labor.” Jack said, still staring at the wreck.
“Oh, okay, yeah that’ll be fine,” I said, kind of amazed it was only going to take a couple of days. I mused that Jack was a hell of a mechanic and had one hell of a body. To myself, of course, I was at least aware enough not to let that slip out.
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Next day about half-past-five, I hitched a ride from a buddy out to the garage. By the time I got all the way to Jack’s place, the sun was starting to go down, and I was afraid he would be closed. I should have known better though – he never really quit working. As soon as we rounded the hill near his shop, I saw the orange glow of a torch out back.
“Thanks for the lift!” I called back to Paul as he sped off. Jack appeared seconds later. How he managed to get from the garage to shop in front should have warned me that something was up, but it didn’t. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but what can I say? Jack’s got quite a body.
“Hey Brian,” he said in his soft way. “Got some good news for you. I was able to grab a hood from the yard. This whole thing will probably only cost you a couple hundred in labor and then one fifty for the hood. It’ll be extra if you want it painted of course.”
“Oh yeah, that’s incredible, thanks man.” I managed to stammer out. He must be on some kind of drugs. At the time, I couldn’t figure out how anyone could gain that much pure muscle in such a short time. Either way, he was a sight to see. And I was staring at him again.
“Concussion still bothering you?” Jack laughed. “Don’t worry about it man, I spend a lot of time in the gym. People stare, I’ve gotten used to it.”
“Oh... what? No, I mean, yeah well, I guess you caught me. Your arms are huge, I just can’t stop staring.” The honesty felt good. So did what Jack had to say.
“Hah!” Jack laughed to cover his blushing. “I...er... that’s nice of you to say, Brian. I kinda have been staring at you, too. Just not quite as openly, you know.”
Jack and I stared sheepishly at each other for a few moments before he finally broke the silence.
“Oh hey! Want a beer? Come on upstairs, I just bought some,” Jack said, heading up.
As he went, I just watched him. Sloped shoulders, thick neck, and hard arms – I was just in awe of the guy, and here he was, telling me to come up and have a beer. Like I said, I had just broken up with my long-term girlfriend. This was a whole new thing to me, but I wasn’t turning to leave. Although I had known Jack for a while, something about him got me excited. I wanted to find out what it was that I couldn’t resist. I went up after him, but when I got to the top of the stairs, he was gone. The big bay window in his loft was standing wide open though. When I went to look out, there was a huge, gray wolf staring back up at me. It growled, barked twice and darted off into the woods nearby.
To this day, I can’t tell you why, but I followed it. There was something beautiful about the wolf, his shaggy gray coat and his dark, baleful eyes. I couldn’t stop myself. I just had to do it. Outside, I found some tracks and ran alongside them into a small clutch of trees and then into a clearing. There, in a circle of grass among all the trees, I saw the last thing I ever expected. Jack, completely naked, was curled into a ball, staring straight at me.
“Well,” he said, his voice low, “since you followed me, I guess that means I didn’t scare you.”
I just stared at him. This time, I think it was justified.
“I take it you’ve never seen a Were before?” He laughed as his teeth sparkled in the moonlight. “We’re all over the place. Especially around here, we love the woods.”
I sat down beside him and took a strand of his hair between my fingers; almost as though I needed to make sure he was real. As I played with his hair, he reached up with one of his big, strong hands and ran the back of a finger down the side of my face.
“Brian,” he began, “I’m really glad you came out here. I have wanted to see you like this since the first time you walked through my door five years ago.”
As he talked, I melted. I don’t know if it was the breakup I just had, or that I’d wanted him that long too, but I was putty in Jack’s perfect, smooth hands. He must’ve realized it, because as soon as he saw the way I was looking at him, deep into his eyes like I was, he put his hand behind my head and pulled me close to him, pressing his soft, full lips onto mine. I trembled ever so slightly. I’d never kissed a man before, but it was more than that. I never kissed anyone that made me feel like this – man, woman or werewolf. Somehow it all seemed right. I wasn’t scared; I didn’t think it was strange, I just accepted it.
“Oh Jack,” I said, pulling back for a second, “I don’t know what is going on at all, but I don’t care. This is magical.”
Smiling, he pulled me to him again, this time parting my lips with the tip of his tongue, testing me. I opened my teeth to let him in. As our tongues tangled around each other, my breath was taken away. I was transported somewhere warm and safe and incredible while I was there, in his arms. I was amazed that someone so big and so powerful was also so gentle. He was just like I imagined him to be.
“Take off your shirt,” he whispered, “I want to see you.”
For some reason, I didn’t feel cold at all when I was with him, despite the chill in the air. Regardless, my nipples pebbled up just the same. He smiled as he watched me slip my sweater off over my head.
“Well, why not the rest? I mean, I already took mine off, so it’s just fair, right?” he said, looking me up and down.
I’ve always been in good shape, but nothing like him. Even still, he licked his lips with the point of his tongue as I stripped off my jeans. My cock had swollen up inside my pants when he kissed me the second time and it sprang out, standing straight in front of me. He smiled again and told me to come back.
“Have you ever done this before, Jack?” I asked.
“Only once,” he replied, “and it wasn’t this special. I’ve wanted this for a long, long time, Brian. Come over here closer.”
As I slid down beside him, he kissed me again, deeply. He ran a hand down my cheek, tickling my skin with his fingertips, and kept it going all the way down my chest, stopping to tease my nipples on the way to my crotch. I moaned at his touch, so light and delicate, it sent tingles up and down my spine. I tangled my fingers up in his hair and buried my face in his neck, nuzzling and kissing him behind the ear.
“Oh my God, Brian,” he groaned, “that feels amazing. I don’t ever want to stop.”
When his hand found my stiff prick, I melted all over again. The warmth of his palm lightly brushed over my head and he took the shaft in his hand and stroked up and down my length. His soft touch became stronger as he clearly got worked up. I looked down his body and saw his member, hard, almost touching my leg as I sat, our faces close. Sucking and nibbling gently on his earlobe made him pull on me just a little bit harder. I knew it was working on him just like it was on me. I moved my mouth down his strong, stubbly jawline and down the front of his neck. He groaned again, low in his chest, when I traced circles around his small pink buds with my tongue, flicking the tip back and forth over the left, then the right.
“Oh, Brian...” he said, rolling his head around on his muscular neck, “don’t ever stop, I’ve never felt like this before.”
Inspired by how much he was obviously enjoying this, I got very ambitious. Never taking my tongue off his smooth skin, I ran it down over his rippled abs and found the base of his erect member.
“Mmmm...” he moaned out into the night air as I caressed the underside of his cock with the flat of my tongue. The air escaping his lungs was hot on the back of my neck, and the feeling of it made me ache for him.
He melted into me as I had earlier, except with him, I could taste it. When I sucked his round head into my mouth, I licked away a drop of pre-cum. The salty flavor of it trickling down my throat drove me to lash the sensitive underside of his head with my tongue, and that sent him into a pleasured frenzy.
“Oh God, keep going, keep going, Brian. That feels incredible.” Jack said, gently urging me down farther onto him. “Your mouth feels so, so good.”
I took his smooth sack into my free hand and squeezed gently as I stroked and sucked on his steel rod. All the while, he groaned louder and louder. It seemed, at times, that he was starting to howl as I sucked him off. I felt the tip of him spasm in my mouth and I tugged down gently on his balls and base to calm him down. When he stopped twitching, I flicked my tongue around the ridge of his dickhead one last time and sat up to face him again. His dark, mysterious eyes were kind as he looked into mine. He kissed me again and sent me swooning before he eased me to the grass-covered ground and took my prick into his mouth.
The moonlight glinted off the muscles of his bent back. He positioned himself so that he was straddling my chest and going down on me, so I could run my hands up and down him as he played. His soft skin under my fingers made the whole thing even more amazing. The look of him, the smell of his sweat and the way his mouth felt on me. He almost drove me over the edge after just a moment.
“Oh I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come if you keep that up.” I said to his back.
Without speaking, Jack looked back at me for a half a second and smiled as he shifted his weight. Picking his haunches up on his strong legs, he hovered his manhood inches above my mouth.
“Try and distract yourself.” He said as he took me back in and lowered himself over me.
Sucking him back in, I lapped up another drop of pre-cum and took the base of his thick, meaty cock in my hand to jerk him. The heat and feeling of his big, heavy balls on my face drove me crazy and I sucked harder and harder while I tugged on him. I moved my other hand up and ran a finger around the rim of his hole before I pressed in the tip. His distraction worked, I realized, as I felt warm waves spread from my base to my neck. He pushed backward with his arms, trying to get my finger deeper inside him.
“Unnnnnn...” he called out as I sunk my finger in to the knuckle. “Fuck that feels so good. Put another one in. I want you so bad. Do it!”
When I slid the second finger in, swirling them slowly in a circle, he raised his head off my cock and roared out into the woods. This was a new Jack. His hips bucked backwards and he growled louder when I tugged on him with my other hand, sucking harder and harder as I did. The sound coming from his mouth was not human, but it was as sexy as anything I’d ever heard. The sex-lust he had held in so long was coming out, and he couldn’t contain himself much longer.
“Get in me, now, I can’t take it anymore, get inside.” Jack urged, lifting off me and turning onto his back.
I maneuvered between his legs and directed my prick toward his open ass as he tilted his hips back to let me in. The tightness of him stretching around me, and the incredible heat inside him was mind-boggling. I worked into him slowly, taking cues from his pressing on my pelvis. When I was all the way in, he reached underneath himself and began to massage my balls.
“Oh my Christ, fuck me, Brian. Fuck me...” Jack said, closing his eyes and rolling his head back again.
His breath escaped in groans as I pushed in deep and pulled back. At first I was careful to make smooth motions, but he just started breathing harder the faster I fucked him. Looking down and watching myself disappear under his big, stiff manhood lured me in. I grabbed it in my hand and pumped up and down with each thrust. I felt him clench around my cock, but he stopped me before his orgasm took him.
“Finish it off like this.” he said, getting on his hands and knees.
He was so big that I had to stand and bend my knees in a sort of crouch to enter him in this position.
“Aah!” he reported as I pressed in, “So good, so good, do it hard, come on.”
He put his hand between his legs and massaged me again as I pounded into him. His musk and his tight grip sent familiar waves of pleasure up and down my body. I felt my sack shrink up in his hand as I started to erupt.
“Oh my God Jack,” I said in gasps, “I can’t hold it anymore, I’m gonna cum!”
Jack pressed his hips back into me with considerable force, ramming me all the way home. That sent me so far over the edge there was no turning back. My head rolled around my shoulders and my loins shook with my climax. I spurted inside him six, seven times, filling him so that a trickle of my juice ran down the inside of his leg. My breaths came as hard as I did, getting ragged as the air in my lungs became thick with erotic heat. Feeling me explode deep inside him sent surges through Jack.
“Oh Jesus can I cum in your mouth?” he asked in a whisper, but he already knew the answer.
As I pulled out of him, he spun around and I took him back into my mouth, cranking on his shaft with both hands as I sucked on the head of his cock and swirled my tongue around him. His familiar, salty taste shot into my mouth in jets. I slurped hungrily, trying to savor his whole load, but a few drops escaped past my lips and dripped to the grass.
When his body stopped shaking, he slumped down onto the grass in a heap next to me, his strong muscles relaxing all at once. A huge sigh escaped his lips and he turned to face me. He ran the back of a finger across my cheek again, took my head in his hand and kissed me before falling over on his side.
“Come down here, aren’t you cold?” He asked with a grin.
I huddled down next to him and nestled into the grass with his huge arms wrapped around my smaller frame. He kissed the back of my neck twice, and nuzzled me with his nose.
“That was incredible, Jack,” I said, “I’ve never ever felt anything like I just did. You’re really something special, you know that?”
“You are too,” he said, kissing me again. “How long are you in town?”
“Oh, about another month, I guess,” I answered. “The whole Christmas break. Say, you don’t think there’s anything else you need to do with my truck, is there? You know, just to make sure it’s safe after that huge wreck I had?”
“Huh.” he grunted. “I bet I could figure something out that needed to be done. I guess you’re just going to have to come back in a couple of days and see if I’ve gotten it fixed!”
We laughed together as he kissed me again and then closed his eyes and fell asleep out under the stars. I didn’t last much longer than he did. Warm and safe in his beautiful arms, I knew this was far from the last time that I would see Jack, my werewolf lover.
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Bonus Material: First Time Foreman
Ben looked Dirk up and down; he seemed a little nervous, maybe even a little scared about what he’d just admitted. Dirk knew they were the only ones on site, and would be for at least another hour. He crossed the floor to see his boss a little better, and to try and calm him down.
“I... I admit I’ve been doing the same thing. It’s been awhile since I got my divorce, I just figured I was lonely,” Dirk started, “but I think there’s more to it than just being alone and horny. There’s something really special about you. I’ve been thinking about it – and you – a lot lately. I just can’t get you out of my mind.”
“Jesus, you have no idea how glad I am that you just said that. I’ve been beating myself up for days now. Like I said, I’ve never thought about another man like I think about you.” Ben said, visibly relaxing.
“I’ve never done anything like this at all either,” said Dirk, “but right now as I’m looking at you, I know I won’t be able to keep my mind on work unless we do something about it.” He walked nearer to Ben, who grinned one of his bright, brilliant smiles that had turned Dirk on so much in the past few days.
Ben made the first move. He unbuttoned his bright plaid, which Dirk just noticed was already halfway undone. As he pulled the last button through the loop and opened his billowing work shirt, he moved forward and put one arm around Dirk’s waist and the other to the back of his head. Ben’s fingers rubbed the neat, short cropped hair on the back of Dirk’s head, sending tingles down his spine. Ben’s hands went underneath the foreman’s open shirt and he shuddered slightly as he felt the flex of his boss’s muscular back and the warmth of his dark, beautiful skin.
As the two men caressed each other, Ben broke the sultry silence: “how long we have until someone else shows up, do you think?”
“Oh,” Ben replied, “probably about twenty minutes, maybe thirty. Not as long as I’d like to spend with you, but we have some time.”
Ben smiled again and moved in, touching his warm lips first to Dirk’s neck, then behind his ear and finally hovered near his mouth. Their breath mixed for a half-second before Ben pressed his lips to Dirk’s. In their embrace, Dirk felt Ben’s prick rise a little in his jeans. The hammer in his pants ran a good distance down his thigh. The feel of his foreman’s manhood against him made Dirk tent up and also made him part his teeth and draw in a relished breath. Ben took advantage, slipping his tongue against Dirk’s. As they wrestled, both men shifted their hips back and forth to work each other’s cock.