Date: Sat, 9 Oct 1999 12:10:24 0100 From: Stephan Raven Subject: Biker Leathers Affair, Part Three Standard disclaimers apply THE BIKER LEATHERS AFFAIR WOLF IN THE FOLD, PART ONE The clearing didn't live up to its billing, Josh thought. It didn't look the least bit haunted, or even creepy. In fact, it looked downright beautiful. It was about thirty yards across, an irregular circle of grass, weeds and moss in the middle of the woods. There didn't seem to be any reason for the clearing to be there; there were no tree-stumps around, or any indication that the hand of man had cleared the space. It just ... was. They'd left their bikes at the bar, and walked here on foot. They'd had no choice; there were no roads, and the ground had been too uneven for them to negotiate a way through the trees if they'd been riding. It had taken about an hour's gentle strolling though the forest to reach this final destination ... but it had been worth it. A full moon rode high in the sky overhead, bathing the whole area in serene silver light and casting odd shadows from the surrounding trees. The shadows danced, flickering in an almost hypnotic pattern as a gentle wind stirred the highest branches. The light made the grass seem almost white in front of them, as though it had been carpeted with a light powdering of snow. For a moment, Josh glimpsed a snowy white owl as it launched itself from a lofty perch above them and glided away into the night. Closer to ground level, a hundred tiny creatures squeaked and scuttled, fleeing from their intrusion. The clearing rustled with movement, yet it somehow appeared serene, almost expectant. As if it were waiting for something. Or someone... Bullshit. He was letting Sean's teasing get to him. What could possibly threaten them in this beautiful oasis? Josh took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh clean air and the scent of pine needles. It even smelled beautiful. He let the breath out slowly, watching as his breath frosted on the air. Frosted on the air? It was a warm night, warm enough that they'd agreed to sleep naked in the open air, huddling against each other where necessary "for warmth". Josh took several more breaths, but no frosting showed itself as he exhaled. Odd. Must have been a trick of the moonlight. Sean and the twins were spreading the sleeping bags out on the uneven ground. KK and David were already stripping, and Josh joined them. After depleting his sexual energies at the bar, he wasn't really interested in more fun and games, although the sight of their nude bodies was enjoyable enough. Naked, the three boys sprawled down on the sleeping bags, watching as Sean and the twins undressed and joined them. There was a certain amount of friendly mutual stroking and groping, but none of them were more than half-hard. "So", Josh asked lazily, his eyes half-closed, sleep beckoning. "Why do they call this place haunted? What's the story about the ghosts?" "No ghosts. Spirits". Six heads jerked awake. Standing at the edge of the clearing, watching them with a weird grin on his face, was a young Native American lad who looked about nineteen. He was wearing creased black sweat pants and apparently, nothing else. The automatic part of Josh's brain began cataloguing his attributes – long black hair, good muscle definition, large-ish nipples. Looks a bit like the guy from _The Crow_ TV series, only with bronze skin. Pants too loose to check out his other credentials, but he's groping himself, so he's probably interested. Josh almost groaned. Not tonight, dear, I have a ball-ache. The youth crossed the clearing, silent in his bare feet, and flung himself down beside them. "There's an old legend that this clearing is the home of wolf spirits who possess unwary travellers. People go a bit crazy here – think they see things". "Like a bunch of naked guys feeling each other up?" David asked evilly. The guy chuckled. "Saw enough of that back at the bar. Hot act". "Thanks", Sean said automatically. "So, you came here hoping for a personal performance?" The guy licked his lips suggestively. "Well, I know you're probably tired and all, but a blowjob would be great, if you're offering". David crawled over, stretching out across Josh's stomach so that their bodies made an X-shape. "I think we can manage that, if you lose those pants". Incredible. What was it with this kid's hormones? Josh could feel his cock rising back to full erection against the flesh of his stomach. The Indian guy gave them a grin as he stood up and shucked his pants. He hadn't been wearing underwear, and his dick leaped out at once, a proud eight-inch column with a narrow head. His body was almost hairless, with only a tiny dark patch of pubes, and totally smooth balls. "Mmmm", David gurgled as he went down on the newcomer's meat. Josh felt his own dick aching as it swelled up to full size again. Ah, what the hell. His balls might be virtually drained, but a dry orgasm was better than none, and he wouldn't be able to sleep with this going on, so he might was well get into it. The others seemed to have reached the same conclusion. Moving in unison, the twins stood up on either side of the guy and started lapping at his nipples. His long, strong hands, their bronze colour bleached by the moonlight, took a firm hold of their cock-heads and began stroking them with firm, confident motions. KK fumbled in a rucksack for a rubber, and then slipped in behind David, shoving his monster cock into the younger boy's tiny, pale ass with a single rough move that aroused a groan of mingled pain and pleasure from both of them. Sean scooted around behind the Native American lad and lay on his back between the spread legs, dividing his oral attentions between the guy's balls and David's sore, red cock. What to do? Josh asked himself. A mouth, a hand, an ass – so many possibilities. But strangely, what he really wanted to do... He indulged the impulse. Stepping forward to straddle David, so that his balls brushed the boy's tousled fair hair, he leaned forward to press his lips against the Indian youth's own. "A perfect Alpha male", the Indian whispered at him. Weird kind of compliment, but the sexual promise running through the guy's rough, throaty voice was unmistakable. Their lips hovered momentarily, then melded together with fierce passion. The sensation was electric. The French kiss provided Josh with an intensity of feeling greater than most of the blowjobs or fucks he'd experienced. The slightest touch seemed to amplify his every sense to levels he'd never dreamed of. The Indian's tongue brushed his lower lip lightly, sending shivers of lust all the way down his spine. He was acutely aware of his own breathing, the hammering of his heart, the musk of teenage sex-sweat from the writhing bodies around him. The slight trace of a breeze curled around his body, sending goose bumps across his skin, and seeming to tease his hardened nipples and engorged prick. He didn't even reach down to jack his cock, fearful that it might disrupt the pure, distilled sexuality of the moment. As he stared unseeingly into the Indian's feral golden eyes... _Golden_ eyes? ...his vision started to blur, and he realised he'd forgotten to breathe. Frantically, he inhaled through his nose, desperate not to break the contact. It was almost painful when the other guy jerked his head away. "I'm cumming", he moaned thickly. "Get down there – I want you all to have some". The disappointment left a hard knot in Josh's throat, but he swung his leg across David's back and dropped obediently to his knees beside the young blonde. The others gathered around them, jostling together, their warm, sweat-slick skin sliding against each other. The Indian started to erupt. And erupt was the right word. His cock flung long, glistening white strands into the air with the force of a volcano, as he threw back his head and howled in ecstasy. The sound was oddly eerie, but Josh didn't really register it. A rope of the guy's cum had just hit him in the face, and he'd flicked out his tongue to lick it up. He convulsed. The guy's semen seemed to start a fire in his belly, a wonderful, incredible fire that went straight to the root of his balls. Without a single touch, his cock started flexing in a massive orgasm, shooting out more cum than he'd thought he still had in him. _Good genes_, the thought with the small part of his brain that was still functioning _Irish and Italian – a lot of virility there_. He collapsed to the ground, his body jerking spasmodically. Warm liquid splashed against his exposed skin, and he dimly registered that the others were also shuddering helplessly in the grip of massive sexual explosions. It took a few moments before his muscles would obey the command to push him upright. His head spun at the movement, and he took deep, sobbing breaths, trying to steady himself. "Ohhhh, boy". That deadweight across his legs was Sean's prone body, he realised. "That was something else. Thanks, whoever you..." The guy was gone. "Huh?", Sean said, or something equally intelligent. The clearing was large – there seemed no way that the mysterious Indian could have slipped away unobserved. Nonetheless, he was gone. An incredible weariness crowded Josh's awareness. He slumped back on the cool grass, not even making it back to the sleeping bag. "Never mind", he mumbled indistinctly. "We got our money's worth from him". The last word trailed off as his eyes closed and he relaxed into sleep. *** It was several moments after Josh woke up that he decided he hadn't, in fact, woken up at all. It wasn't so much the dreamlike quality of everything around him – he could have put that down to the quality of the light, or fatigue (though in fact he felt thoroughly invigorated and refreshed) – as the appearance of the moon. It hung in the sky; three or four times the size it should have been, and glowing blood red like a setting sun. He sniffed the air. Somehow, the scents around him seemed sharper, clearer, than they'd been before, filled with new layers and textures. He could detect the spoor of various small animals wafting through the breeze, making his stomach rumble involuntarily. Strange dream. Normally, when he dreamed, things felt cloudier, not clearer. All the others were waking up now. Their eyes, blinking as they shook off sleep, focussed on Josh, as he stood before them. Strange. Every last one of them was staring at him, fixedly. It didn't seem threatening – more as though he were exerting some kind of compelling fascination on them. This was weirdness upon weirdness, yet it felt strangely right. Josh threw back his head and stretched, long and deeply, relishing the feel of his own muscular young body. His cock, limp up until now, jerked and began to rise from the feel of the other guys' eyes upon it. Slowly, they started to crawl towards him. The twins were first; anchoring themselves to his legs and reaching up to caress his inner thighs with their tongues. Then Sean and KK, jostling against each other, reached up and started to nuzzle his balls. David, the last to reach him, took hold of one of his hands and started licking his fingers. Without a word being said, Josh had become the eye of a sexual storm. His dick was aching for attention, but he denied himself for a moment, to prolong the pleasure. His gaze drifted up from the guys at his feet to the blood-red moon above him. The crimson orb was peculiarly hypnotic, and he found his consciousness drifting as he bathed in its ruby glare. He felt powerful, strong, and yet his body seemed to be feather-light, drifting above the ground. Slowly, the blood moon released its grip on him, and he looked down at himself in shock. _That isn't my body!_ He was at least eight feel tall. A thick pelt of black fur curled thickly across his normally smooth chest. His arms and chest had swelled with muscle, rippling with a definition that even Arnie might envy. And his cock – holy fuck! He'd never had any reason to be ashamed of his meat, but the giant club waving in the air before him now looked like something from a Tom of Finland poster. The thick, gnarled monster must have been more than thirteen inches long. Unlucky for some, he grinned lecherously, eying his friends asses with predatory glee. That was when he noticed that their bodies had changed, as well. It was most obvious in young David, whose seven-foot frame was covered in fine, silky golden down. His blonde hair, normally cut into an immaculate choirboy fringe, was now long and shaggy, trailing past his shoulders, and framing a pair of elegantly pointed ears ... _Pointed_ ears? Josh reached a hand through his own hair, which was much longer and coarser than he remembered. Yup, points. ...and his cock was a monstrosity almost rivalling Josh's own in size, but smooth and pale, with a thick blue vein throbbing prominently on its underside. His mouth as dry as a desert, Josh's hungry gaze devoured the others as they lay beneath him. The twins were still stocky, but at around six-and-a-half feet tall, it wasn't so obvious anymore. Their identical cocks hadn't grown much in length, but their thickness was obscenely exaggerated, making them look more like exotic sex toys than flesh and blood. Sean –ah, beautiful! He'd always loved the dark red colour of Sean's hair, and now the guy was covered with it from neck to toe. His cock was slimmer than Josh's, but just as long, making it look like a rapier, ready to skewer any guy lucky enough to come into contact with it. And KK... Oh my God. KK was the tallest of them, at something like nine feet. His already long hair had expanded into a leonine mane, and the thick yellow fur covering his body completely smothered his enormous balls and stretched half-way up what had to be a fifteen-inch prick. He, like the other guys, was still kneeling on the ground at Josh's feet, looking up like a dog begging for a treat. Waiting for a signal from the Alpha male. Josh's laugh sounded more like a coughing bark. With cuffs to the sides of their heads, he sent the twins to attend to David, and then pulled Sean upwards into a rough embrace. The new hair on their chests tangled together as they kissed, and Josh felt a delicious tickling sensation against his nipples and exposed cock head as Sean's fur rubbed against them. The hug became rougher and rougher, pulling them tighter and tighter together as they explored the wonderful new strength of their strangely transformed bodies. Their hands stroked and caressed the massive muscles under their bunched arms, gripping and squeezing. Sean's breath pulsed against Josh's cheek, fast and hot. They exchanged a smile of lust, their shiny white teeth reflecting the darkly alluring light of the blood moon. The canines were slightly enlarged and sharpened, and they started to nip playfully at one another, leaving tiny puncture wounds around each others' distended nipples. Their nails, harder and sharper than they'd been before, raked across each others backs, but the gashes healed almost instantly, leaving nothing but a faint blood scent clinging to their fur, driving them both wild with lust. KK's rough tongue licked the sharp tip of Josh's ear. "I need to fuck", he growled. "May I fuck you?" Normally, that prospect would have filled Josh with terror. But now all he felt was an incredible thrill of anticipation. Somehow, he knew he could take it. "Do it. Hard. No mercy", he snarled, savagely. He exchanged a glance with Sean, and without any words the russet-haired lad dropped down on all fours. Josh swooped down beside him, pulling the hairy ass cheeks apart. Wonderful! Incredible! Sean's hole was completely surrounded by a pelt of thick fur, which tickled Josh's cock-head as he slid it towards the opening. No barriers, no protection – but somehow he knew that was all right, too. This was just a dream – or something. Whatever it was, all the normal rules were suspended. Without preparation, without lube, Josh rammed his dick all the way in. Sean gave a moan of pure pleasure, without a trace of pain, as the malleable flesh of his ass constricted around the huge invader. The inner muscles writhed against the intruder, massaging and stimulating every part of it. At the same time, Josh felt himself penetrated by KK's gargantuan monster. Total ecstasy raced through him. His prostrate shuddered from the impact, almost sending his load spurting out there and then. His inner ring – incredibly tight, yet unbelievably elastic – clamped down on KK like a vice, and he felt the other boys muscular paws mauling his tits in response. Never in his life had he felt so completely filled, so totally, massively FUCKED. They began to move in perfect synchronisation, each of them pounding the ass in front of them without quarter. Josh shuddered as he felt the coarse hairs around the base of KK's dick tickle the walls of his ass. It was absolutely maddening, like an itch he couldn't scratch, and it was driving him out of his mind. Slithering on his belly, David slid under Sean, and then arched his back to impale himself. Sean gave a little yip and buried his face in David's hair, biting and chewing it, groaning out indistinct porno dialog. KK gave a yip of his own. The twins had joined their fuck. Twisting awkwardly, Josh saw that Ian was driving in between the hard, muscular slabs of KK's ass cheeks, while Jason took up the rear, fucking his brother with hard, practiced strokes. It seemed beyond belief that any asshole could handle those obscenely thickened tubes of flesh, yet Ian and KK showed nothing but indescribable pleasure as they swayed under the steady pounding. The six friends re-established their rhythm, moving as one as they shared themselves with each other. The end couldn't be delayed for long. Surrounded by hairy, muscular, primal masculinity, Josh relaxed and let the sweaty, frantic coupling on either side of him carry him along. His hands reached out, groping David's cock, Sean's tits, then reaching behind him to yank brutally at the nipple rings jutting from KK's chest hair. He leaned forward to scrape his nipples against the rough pelt covering Sean's back, then flung himself backwards, rubbing against KK's chest and allowing him to savour the same sensation. A volcano started in his guts, sending his seed surging deep into his boyfriend's ass. Almost simultaneously, he was jostled and buffeted by the convulsions on either side of him, and felt a liquid impact deep inside his guts, as KK reached his climax. Clumsily, the six guys wrenched themselves loose from each other and collapsed in a tangle of limbs beneath the ruby moon, their still-swollen cocks leaving trails of slime on the ground and on each others bodies. As their breath slowly returned, the scarlet glow seemed to intensify, pulsing like the beat of some great heart. The fur covering their bodies thickened yet more, and the change started to accelerate. Their faces lengthened, becoming muzzles. Limbs shrank and thickened into paws, and the pointed ears expanded and stretched. Odd, Josh thought fuzzily. All the werewolf movies he'd seem had implied that the change would be painful. Instead, it just felt as though his whole body had turned to liquid. A shapeless medium to be sculpted into any shape desired. His vision swan, the colours fading into monochrome, but his sense of smell sharpened to compensate, becoming unbelievably acute. Ears swivelled, tracking faint sounds in the distance. A twitching nose lifted into the air, sampling the unmistakable spoor of humanity. Over there... only a mile or two distant. Eight or nine of them. All male. Young, healthy. College boys camping in the woods? Perhaps. At any rate, perfect prey. Josh raised his elegant, feral head, howling a summons to his pack. Then he plunged into the surreal dream-forest with quicksilver grace, leading the hunt. TO BE CONTINUED ...