Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2004 21:16:35 -0700 (PDT) From: CloseTheCellarDoor Subject: Evil is a Man: Dog Eat Dog No More ---- Chapter 8 Send comments or suggestions to "closethecellardoor@yahoo.com." CHAPTER EIGHT "I have some good news," said Case. On Saturday morning he called a meeting in the dining room. Everyone sat there, looking completely in the dark about what sort of good news Case had. Russ still looked upset about losing yesterday's fight, but then again, he always looked a little upset. "First of all, Rick, you have a new legal identity." He pulled and envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me. Inside there was a driver's license, a birth certificate, a passport, and a credit card. All of them were under the name Douglas Bellows. Apparently, I was from Pennsylvania, and was 23. "Thanks, Case," I said. "Is THAT why you called the meeting?" asked Cougar sharply. "No, it isn't." Matt was sitting to my right. I noticed his knee was pressing into mine. I looked over at him. He was just staring straight ahead at Case, with no indication that anything was wrong. He was wearing a ball cap, and the brim kind of covered his face. Did he know he was touching me? Case continued. "I called this meeting to wish Rick a happy birthday. He's 19 today." Oh yeah, I had forgotten. I smiled bashfully. "That's right," I said. "Thanks." Everyone mumbled their congratulations before Case spoke again. "Us wolves don't make a fuss about birthdays, when you don't age they just don't have much meaning. But, I want everyone to be nice to him today. No making him do any laundry, or cleaning rooms, or anything else. And Rick, I've got a bit of a surprise for you," he pulled out of his pocket another envelope, and handed it to me. "What's this?" I asked. I looked inside. There were two airline tickets. "London?" I asked, reading the destination. "That's right. I've been contacted by a wolf named Hadrian. He's heard about you and is interested in meeting you." "Hadrian?" asked Matt. "Oh shit." "Who's that?" I asked. "He's the oldest wolf alive," said Matt. "An English guy," said Cougar. "If Hadrian wants to meet Rick, why doesn't he just come here?" asked Will obstinately. "Hadrian never comes to you. You go to him," said Malcolm. Case quieted everyone. "Rick and I will be flying out of here on Monday. We'll stay in London for a couple days, and meet Hadrian and see his new den. Then, we'll come home." Matt's knee pushed harder into mine, but again, his face showed no acknowledgement. Was he trying to tell me something? "What about the rest of us?" asked Cougar. "Why can't we go? Shit, I've never been to London." "Because Hadrian has agreed to pay for all expenses for the two of us only." Will shook his head. "You're planning to be gone on Friday. You'll miss the fight." Apparently, Will had already challenged Case to a fight on Friday. "Yes, I'll miss it," said Case. "We'll fight when I come back. And while I'm gone, you'll be in charge here, Will." That seemed to subdue him. "That's it." Everyone started to get up, but Matt put his arm around my neck, preventing me from leaving. "Not so fast. We gotta decide what we want to do today. Considering you're motherfuckin 19 and all." Cougar sat back down. "Yeah, kid. You have your ID now, so maybe we should go out drinking. Get the kid laid on his birthday." "Maybe we could do that later tonight, but I'm wondering what we should do with the kid right now. How about a movie to start things off?" "Okay," I said. It turned out Malcolm wanted to go to, so the four of us headed over to the theater in the Chevy. The movie that I had wanted to see was a blockbuster action movie that had already been out a couple of weeks, so we had no problem getting tickets. All of us decided we wanted popcorn, but there was a bit of an argument at the front of the concession's line. "I told you," said Matt to Cougar, "I don't like butter." "We're getting butter. It taste's like shit without butter. What's wrong with butter?" "It's greasy, fake sludge that tastes like motor oil." Cougar was getting mad. "They cook the popcorn in fucking butter, so what's wrong with putting some more on? What, are you afraid you might lose your girlish figure?" "Fine," said Matt. He turned to the cashier. "We'll take two medium bags. One with butter, one without." By the time we got into the theater, the previews were already on. It was one of those huge theaters with the stadium seating. Matt starting leading us up the stairs towards the back. "I want to sit in front," said Cougar. "I like the back," said Matt. "We always fucking sit in the back. I'm sick of having to squint to make out the screen." Some guy who was seated in the row we were standing by shushed us sternly. Cougar turned, angrily. "You shhh your goddamn self, it's only the previews." Malcolm butted in, grabbing the popcorn from Cougar. "Cougar, let's sit in the front. Why do you need to sit next to Matt, so you can lean on his shoulder? He can sit wherever he wants." Malcolm headed towards the front, followed by Cougar. "I'm gonna sit with Matt," I said as I followed Matt up to the back row. I didn't want him to have to sit by himself. We were the only ones in our row, so we sat right in the center. As the movie started, Matt, who was to my right, held the popcorn on the armrest between us so we could both have access to it. We must have both been hungry because we were both really going for it. After about twenty minutes of the movie, I had decided that it was exciting, but very predictable. Next to me, Matt had spread his legs wide so that his knee was touching mine. Both of us were wearing shorts so I felt his leg hair tickle the skin of my knee. I looked over at him. He seemed completely engrossed in the film. It was the same as this morning, when he had touched my knee for apparently no reason. Maybe he just had a tendency to touch the knee of whoever he was sitting by. I tried to recall him doing it to me before. I couldn't. And yet, there must have been many occasions when I had been sitting by him. But I lost my train of thought as I heard gunshots through the speakers, and the familiar sound of the plot thickening. A few minutes later, Matt moved the popcorn bag from the armrest to his lap. I thought that was a little bit rude since I was still obviously eating it. I reached down for another handful, having to move my hand through his space in order to achieve this, trying to make it clear that I was still eating. He either didn't get the picture or didn't care. I was forced to lean over every time I wanted more popcorn. Then, getting lazier perhaps, he stuck the bag of popcorn down beneath his crotch, holding it between his thighs, and stuck his hands behind his head. I still went ahead and took my fill, this time needing to reach between his legs to get those kernels. It occurred to me that he wasn't even eating anymore. "Want me to hold the popcorn?" I asked. "No, I'm fine," he said. If he wasn't bothered by me reaching down into his crotch to get more popcorn, then I wouldn't be either. I finished up the popcorn, and wiped my hands clean. "You gonna finish it?" Matt asked me. "I did," I said, sure that I had gotten everything. "There's still more in there." Curious, I reached my hand towards the bag. As I did, he took the bag away with his right hand, and grabbed my hand with his left, forcing it against the inside of his inner thigh. From the hard object I felt sticking along his left leg, I knew that I was making contact with his erection. What the hell was he doing? I pulled my hand away, shocked. He was laughing. He raised the armrest between us out of the way, put his left arm around my neck and shoulder, and pulled me towards him. He moved his face towards my ear. "I know about you and Russ." I didn't say anything, obviously stunned. "You forgot that I have a werewolf's sense of smell. You came out of his room in just a towel, and you reeked like cum. What did he make you do to him?" Anxious, I didn't answer. Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. He pulled me sharply towards him, and his voice sounded angry. "Tell me!" I turned to face him. "I sucked him off a couple of times, that's it." He started to laugh. I looked around, scared we might be attracting attention. Luckily, nobody was seated anywhere near us. "Have you serviced anyone else?" he asked. I hesitated. "Malcolm. Once." I declined to mention Cougar, but didn't lie in the process. I was just leaving out information. "I guessed as much with all the time you were spending in his room. So, you think you can whore your way through the whole den without me finding out?" "No. I don't know," I said, not sure at all how to respond. "Have they been forcing themselves on you? Or do you enjoy it? Do you like cock, is that it?" "I don't know," I said again, not wanting to admit the truth. "Well, let's find out then." He grabbed my hand again, and placed it back on his hard cock through his shorts. This time, I didn't recoil. He rubbed my hand into his crotch hard. "You like that? You like touching me?" "Yeah," I said honestly. "Scoot closer," he said, pulling me towards him so that my thigh was against his thigh. He unbuttoned the top of his shorts and pulled the zipper slowly down. "Stick your hand down and touch it," he said. "See if it makes you happy." I took a breath, disbelieving that this was happening for a moment. This is what I had wanted from the moment I had come into the pack. I looked around again to make sure nobody would be able to see what I was doing, and then stuck my hand up under his T-shirt and placed it against the skin of his flat, hard six-pac. His skin felt warm and his body hair felt ticklish. It was almost enough just to touch him there, but I soon wanted more. I slid my hand down passed the top of his shorts. My fingertips hit pubes as I realized with surprise that he wasn't wearing any underwear. I looked up at him. He was smirking beneath that cap of his. I lowered my hand still, coming to the base of his hard shaft. Wrapping my fingers around it, I realized that he was about the same girth as me or Cougar. Then I lowered my hands more and cupped his balls, rubbing the loose, hairy scrotum between my fingers. They were a little bigger than my own, but not as big as Russ's. I figured they were about the same size as Malcolm's balls. Only Matt's were much more hairy. "Forget the nuts," he said whispered into my ear. "Go for the real thing." I put my hand back on the base of his cock, and slowly stroked my hand down, feeling the sinewy rod jump with pleasure in my palm. His cock was parallel to his left thigh, so it was awkward for me to touch in that position. I dug my hand further down into his shorts, surprised that I had not reached the head by then. As my hand went down the leg of his shorts, feeling his cock along his thigh, I realized that it was monstrously long. I looked down. I could just make out the tip of it sticking out of the other end of his shorts. It must have been ten inches long. He laughed when he noticed my surprise. "Long motherfucker, isn't it?" "Yeah." With my hand still trapped inside of his shorts, he lifted his butt off of the seat, stuck his right hand into the shorts too, grabbed his cock out of my hand, and readjusted it so that it was sticking upwards before sitting back down again. "Now, you go ahead and touch it all you want," he growled into my ear. I brought my hand up along the length of it, again shocked how long it was. It was sticking up well beyond the waistband of his shorts. I cupped the head with my fingers. It wasn't much thicker than the rest of his cock, but somehow felt so right in my hand. Meanwhile, Matt was watching the movie and had his arm around my shoulder. He was rubbing my chest lightly through my shirt, which felt fantastic. Although I had been doing plenty of touching lately, no one had really touched me. Well, as long as you weren't counting Malcolm touching me in bed, which I disregarded because he had only touched me in his sleep. After a while of rubbing his cock gently, I felt moisture on my hand as I moved it over his slit. I knew that he was starting to leak, and I had gotten some on my hand. I stopped rubbing, thinking he might want me to stop before he leaked anymore. "Why did you stop?" he asked. "You're leaking." I pulled my hand out of his shorts and showed the wetness to him. "Go ahead and taste it," he said. "See if you like my juice." I looked around again to make sure nobody was watching, and then I moved my hand up to my face, licking the liquid off of my palm. It tasted slimy and salty, but absolutely perfect. "Did you like it?" he asked me. "Yeah, I liked it," I said. "Go back and let's see if I can't get you some more, then." I reached my hand back down and started rubbing his cock again. Soon, a larger amount of precum was leaking out of his tip and onto his abs. I scooped it into my fingers, and brought them to my mouth, sucking the goop off of them. As I slid my hand back into his shorts, he said, "How `bout later on you try tasting the real thing, would you like that?" "Yeah, sure I would," I replied. As the movie started winding down, Matt told me that I'd better lay off to give him a chance to calm himself down. Disappointed, I pulled my hand out of his shorts. This time, there was quite a bit of slime all over it. "You'd better get your hand cleaned off, bud," he said. I licked my hand clean, enjoying every taste, while he buttoned his shorts again. As the credits started, he bit my earlobe, and then said, "Later on, Rick, later on." I slid away from his as the lights came up. Cougar and Malcolm got up from the front and motioned for us to leave. When we were driving home, they started discussing details of the movie that I didn't recall seeing. Oh well, I didn't care. My activity was much more entertaining than the movie had been anyway. "Hey, you, Rick," said Malcolm who was sitting beside me. "You've been awful quiet. Did you like the movie or not?" I nodded. "I think it may have been the best time I've ever had at the movies." Matt laughed in the driver's seat. "Well, I wouldn't go that far," said Malcolm. After we got home, Cougar and Matt went back out to run a secret errand. Walking into the kitchen to get myself some lunch, I passed Russ, who blocked my way purposefully. "Happy Birthday, son," he told me. "Don't party too hard." "Thanks, sir," I said as he moved on. When Cougar and Matt came back, they presented me with a brand new videogame. I was pleased, although I couldn't help but feel that the present was more to themselves than to me. Matt sat in his chair, grabbing a controller, and Cougar jumped for the other. "Let Rick play first, it's his birthday," said Matt. "Well, why don't you give up your controller then?" "Because I got here first." "Fine." He handed me the controller and ran off, pouting. The new game involved race cars and plenty of crashing. Of course, Matt was quickly kicking my ass. "You're not breaking into the curves," he said. "I am too breaking into the curves," I protested. He paused the game and patted his lap. "Come up here so I can see what buttons you're pressing." I looked around. Nobody was around. I got up and walked over to Matt's chair, sitting back against him and into his lap. He patted my stomach gently, and then wrapped his arms around me so he could reach his controller. "Ready?" he said as he un-paused the game. We continued playing, only this time I think I was doing worse because it felt so good to be sitting with him like that. I could feel his cock getting hard underneath my butt. "Oh, here we go, the last lap," he said, excited. As we raced around the turns, he starting bouncing his pelvis up and down, banging his hard cock against my butt. He went through the finish line. "Yeah!" he cried out. Then he bit my ear and whispered, "You like that?" We heard feet coming down the stairs and I jumped off of him quickly. It was Cougar coming back into the room. Matt had brought up his knees to his chest in order to hide his erection. "Is it my turn yet, or what?" asked Cougar. I gave him my controller, sighing. It seemed like Matt and I were never going to get any sustained time alone. For dinner, Will asked me what my favorite type of food was. When I said Italian, he went and got Italian take out for the whole house. Case agreed that I should get to eat first this time, as if I were alpha for a day. I told everyone that they should just dig in at once, sure that there was enough food to go around. Matt sat next to me at the table again. As I ate my ravioli, I could feel his knee against mine. No wonder he spreads his legs so wide, I thought, with a cock between his legs of that size. After what happened in the theater, I was getting hard from even the most minimal contact. After dinner, everyone started drinking merrily around the table. All except for Will, he left as soon as dinner was over. As I started to feel the alcohol come over me, I looked around the room. Everyone seemed so happy. Case and Russ were drinking side by side. Case had his arm around Russ and they were recalling an old fight that they had both been in years ago with much boasting. Matt, Cougar and Malcolm were laughing about how Malcolm never got laid because all the women in Philly were too intimidated by his size. And I knew I was entirely a part of the group, completely accepted. Somehow it made all those bad social memories of high school and college evaporate. The only one who was a complete outsider was Will. He may have been beta, but in terms of respect, he was as the bottom of the heap. I excused myself from the table, determined to try and include him. "Where are you going?" asked Matt, seeming concerned. "I'll be right back," I said. Will told me to come in before I had the chance to knock. He was on the ground doing push-ups. The TV was turned on to some gruesome movie on cable. He finished his push-ups, and got to his feet. "Hey Will," I said. "How come you aren't drinking with the rest of us? Do you not drink?" "No," he said. "I drink. If I want to drink, I go out to a bar by myself. I just don't want to hang around those jackasses." "Oh, their not so bad, really," I said. He laughed. "Case seems okay. Never really tried to talk to me though. Other then that, well... Cougar's a whiney little bitch, Malcolm's a sore loser, and Russ is a control-freak." Everything he said was true. "But what about Matt? He's okay." "Are you fucking around? Matt's the one that fuckin poisoned me so he could win our fight." That made me feel really guilty. I wanted to clear the air right there and then, but I couldn't without ratting out Malcolm, so I said nothing. "The only one that's at all cool in this house is you, and you're just a kid who doesn't know shit." I wasn't sure if that was a compliment or an insult. "Oh, thanks, I guess." "Now get out of here and go have fun," he said. I went back downstairs. After all of us were seriously intoxicated, Cougar suggested that we all go to the hotel pool since it was a hot night out. "Swimming, bro?" asked Malcolm. "I'm in. Give me a chance to work on my tan." "How bout you, Rick?" asked Cougar, looking at me, eager to please. I looked at Matt. His raised eyebrows told me there was nothing he wanted to do less than to go to the pool with everyone. Looking into my eyes, he grabbed his cock through his shorts, squeezing it, and shaking his head. Of course I was the only one looking at him at the time. I was hoping to try and find a way to be alone with Matt that night. But, the way Cougar was looking at me, I couldn't refuse. "Sure, let me get my suit on," I said. Case and Russ declined to come along, so it was just the four of us again. As I was getting out my shorts from the bag in the study, Matt came in behind me. "You can change in my room if you're quiet about it," he said before going up the stairs. What an invitation. I grabbed my shorts and snuck up the stairs. Nobody was in the hall. I opened Matt's door without knocking and slipped inside. He put his finger to his lips, and I closed the door silently. He took off his shirt, and my eyes were locked onto his flat, firm chest covered with blonde hair. I wanted to touch his body so bad. Then, not looking at me, he pulled his shorts down quickly off of his body. It was the first time that I could really get a look at his cock. It was huge even soft, seven inches or so, but as skinny as my own soft cock. Because of its length, it really swung around a lot as he walked over to his closet and searched for his swim trunks. In the mean time, I turned away from him, taking my own shirt off. I bent over, pulling my shorts and boxers down to my feet. I jumped a little as I felt two warm hands on my butt. He squeezed for a second before I turned around. He was laughing at me, his cock a little bit fuller than before. He leaned in close to my ear. "You have a really cute little ass, you know that?" he whispered. He backed away from me and I put my shorts on., embarrassed. He put his swim trunks on as well. He wore the same pair of board shorts that he had before, only now I had a better idea of why he liked those. They were loose, and went down to the top of his knees, so his cock stayed completely covered. With one that size, I bet it was a lot of trouble keeping it out of sight. He smiled, grabbed my hand, and stuck it against the fabric of his shorts. I could feel the base of his cock inside. "We both know that you liked playing with my cock before, isn't that right?" he whispered. I nodded. I wanted to rip his shorts off and lick him all over. "Good. Let's go get wet." He slapped my butt and left the room. I peeked out into the hall before leaving myself, just to make sure nobody knew where I had come from. The night was warm as we walked to the hotel in our swimsuits. Cougar held a 12 pack in his arms, but I was already staggering a bit on our way, so I didn't know how much more I'd be drinking. Besides, I was hoping to get another moment alone with Matt, and if I did, I wanted to be alert, not falling all over him. When we got to the fence of the hotel, Cougar and Malcolm jumped up and cleared it without difficulty. I turned to Matt for help. "You need a boost up, Rick?" he asked me, winking. God he was so sexy. I wanted so bad to kiss him, to feel the hair of his bead against my cheek. "Of course I do," I said. He cupped his hands beneath his crotch, and I stepped onto them. Soon I was over the fence, with Matt jumping down beside me. The little courtyard that the pool was in was well-lit, but the pool and the hot tub's underwater lights were off, giving the water a dark blue opacity. Cougar and Malcolm ran towards the pool and jumped in. Malcolm's body hitting the surface of the water created such huge splashes I was surprised to see there was still water left in the pool. I walked towards the edge of the pool, sticking my foot in carefully. It felt a little cold. Perhaps I just wanted to go in the hot tub. "I don't know, guys," I said. "It feels cold to me." I never finished that thought because I felt an arm slip through my legs from behind and push upwards against my crotch. Then there was another hand on the back of my neck, and I was being lifted up, over Matt's head. "He's bitching out. Should I throw him in?" he asked. "Toss the pussy in," said Malcolm. Then I was flying through the air and immersed in the cool water. Without a choice in the matter, I quickly got used to it. When I surfaced, Matt was already in the water behind me. Wanting to get him back, and perhaps looking for an excuse to touch him, I swam towards him and attempted to tackle him, grabbing onto his chest. But he didn't budge. Instead he just started laughing at me. "What do you think you're doing? You think you could really knock me over?" He lifted me up again out of the water, and tossed me towards Malcolm, who caught me in his arms. "Cougar, you want him?" asked Malcolm, who held tight regardless of the kicking and squirming I was doing. "I don't want him," said Cougar, who was already opening up another beer. So I got tossed back to Matt, who dunked me underwater. As I was fighting to hold my breath, I felt his hand quickly squeeze my cock through my shorts before he let me surface again. "Let's chicken fight," said Matt. Cougar groaned. "That's a lame game." "But you're too drunk to care," replied Matt. "Rick's on my team." Matt submerged in the water so that I could straddle his neck before standing up again. Just the feeling of having my wet cock against his neck was pleasing me. As he held onto my shins, he rubbed them up and down gently ever so often. Cougar jumped on Malcolm's shoulders and we were fighting. Matt and I knew we were hopelessly outmatched, so we tried to run around and avoid them as much as possible, with me splashing water into their eyes to annoy them more than anything. Finally they caught up to us, and it only took Cougar a couple of swipes before knocking me off into the water. "See?" said Cougar. "This is a pointless game with him playing." "Maybe we should switch positions," said Matt. Of course, with me on the bottom, things would only be worse. But I didn't disagree with him. He got behind me and I dove under the water. He sat on top of my shoulders, and I grabbed a hold of his legs as I stood up. He was heavy enough so that it was difficult for me to push around much, so I stood stationary. This forced Malcolm and Cougar to come to us. All they had to do was to get close enough to me so they could knock me over, but that was becoming extremely difficult because Matt was keeping them at bay with his long arms. As he leaned forward, wresting with Cougar, I could feel a lump stiffening against my neck. But before it grew to full mast, Malcolm leaned far forward, giving Cougar the momentum over Matt, and we both fell backwards. After their victory in chicken had been established, Malcolm and Cougar decided they wanted to hit the hot tub and drink some more to celebrate. Once they were gone, Matt started wrestling around with me in the water again. Of course, they could probably still see the surface of the pool, so we had to be careful. Matt pushed me down into the water while we were in the deep end. I was facing towards him, and he was holding my head down with his hands. He forced my face into the crotch of his trunks. I could feel that his cock was hard and pointing up. I dug into the fabric with my nose, following his cock upwards. The top portion of it was up passed the waistline of his trunks; I felt the bare skin of his cock head against my cheek. He let me up, and I gasped for breath. He was laughing at me. Before I had any chance to catch my breath again, I was being pushed underwater again. And as much as I liked the contact with his cock, I wasn't willing to drown to get more of it. I desperately swam away from him, which he must not have been expecting, because I was able to escape. I swam hard underwater towards the other side of the pool. When I had almost made it, he was upon me. He straddled my back, clenching my chest between his thighs, and pushed his hard cock into me. Then he slid down my body so that his crotch was against my ass, and rammed his cock into me as he grabbed my arms. Finally, he let me go to the surface. I breathed heavily as he continued to laugh at me. "I almost got away from you," I said. "Yeah, but it's the best you'll do." He dunked me again, pushing my head down into the water. This time, I grabbed the bottom of his trunks, and yanked down hard until I had got them around his knees, freeing his lengthy cock completely. Surprised, he let me back up. "Oh, you'll pay for that," he said. He turned me around, put his hand over my mouth, and then pulled my shorts completely off with his other hand. Then he let me go, holding my shorts in his hand, taunting me. I tried swim away from him again, but I didn't get far. He pushed my back against the wall of the pool. He opened my legs and pressed his body against mine. Both of our cocks were hard and pressed up against each other. Grabbing the rim of the pool, he pushed my body hard into that wall, crushing me with his powerful body, all the while grinding his hard cock into my own. Then he pulled away from me as we heard the sounds of people getting out of the hot tub. He pulled his shorts up as he swam across the pool. I was still naked, and I started to panic. "Let's go," said Cougar, putting the towel around his waist. Malcolm wasn't far behind them. Matt held up my shorts in the air like a trophy. "I got the birthday boy's shorts," he said. He tossed them to Cougar, who gleefully grabbed my towel and ran towards the fence. Malcolm seemed upset. "Stop playing around and let him have his shorts." But Cougar was already over the fence. Malcolm followed him over. I was totally soft again, so I pulled myself out of the pool, feeling very uncomfortably naked. Matt was waiting for me at the fence, ready to give me a hand. As he lifted me up, I was so wet that I just poured water all over him. It was uncomfortable to scale the fence naked, but I accomplished it. Afterwards, Cougar gave me back my shorts, which I put back on, thankful that I wouldn't have to walk the streets of Philly in my birthday suit. Cougar and Malcolm walked ahead of me a few feet. I felt a hand on my ass, causing me to jump again. I looked back. Matt was smiling devilishly at me. I couldn't wait to get home. "I'm turning in," said Malcolm as he climbed the stairs. "Fine, we don't need his sorry ass," said Cougar, opening up three beers. "We can party just the three of us. Happy birthday, man." We sat down in the living room, drinking more. Cougar was obviously passed his limit. He was slurring beyond comprehension, first saying something about his "fuck-up father," then spouting his love for Cheetos. Matt kept giving me exasperated looks. After more than an hour of this semi-communication with Cougar, he just started passing out mid-sentence, and then waking up suddenly to continue. "Okay dude, I think it's time for bed," said Matt, lifting him over his shoulder and carrying him upstairs. I watched them go. Both of them were so attractive and half-naked. All the contact they had with each other was turning me on again. Matt came back downstairs a few minutes later. He put his finger to his lips and nodded towards the kitchen. I followed him into the pantry and down the stairs into the gym, shutting the door behind us. "Nobody can hear us in here," he said. "Upstairs, it's not safe." "You can hear through the walls up there?" "Oh yeah. That night you were servicing Malcolm? He must have thought everyone was asleep. But I woke up, my room was right next-door for Christ's sake! We have to be more careful." I was shocked that he had been eavesdropping on us that night and hadn't said anything. "How much did you hear?" I asked. "Not much. Enough to get the gist, though." He walked over to me and slapped me on the ass. "Go get that chlorine washed off," he said. "I'm gonna go get my stuff." I hopped towards the shower room, and turned on the corner one, stripping my shorts off. When the shower got hot, I stepped under it, letting the water pour all over my body. After a couple of minutes had passed, Matt walked in, carrying soap and shampoo in his hands. He was still in his board shorts. He walked over to the shower next to mine, and turned it on, letting the water roll down his body and soak his shorts. "You have fun today, man?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, "I had fun." "But I get the feeling," he said, smiling wryly at me, "that there was something missing. Something that would have made your birthday complete. Am I right?" "Yeah, I guess so," I said. He undid the laces of his shorts, opening the fly. I could see his blonde pubes and the base of his cock. He pushed his shorts down completely. His cock was soft, just hanging down between his legs. "You like looking at my cock, man?" he asked me. I nodded, my eyes never leaving it. "Don't just nod your head like a dumbass. If I ask you a question like that, you should answer it." I looked up at him. There was a firmness in his face that was completely new to me. "Yeah, Matt, I like looking at your cock." "That's better." I kept looking at it, not even bothering with the shower. He reached down and scratched his balls. "Now, Rick. When we were watching the movie you had your hand all over my cock. Did you like that?" "Yeah, Matt," I said, sure that the answer was obvious. He stepped towards me. "You want to touch it again?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. He grabbed it with his hand and held it out to me. "Then ask nicely." I could tell he was taking pleasure in teasing me. "Please, Matt, can I touch it?" "Sure, baby, but not right now," he said, moving back towards his shower. The way he said `baby,' it was demeaning, like something he would say to a girl. "You know, when I was just a young wolf, and I joined this den, Russ was alpha. And he treated me like shit at first. Later, when Case joined up, he did the same thing to him. And then again to Cougar. Like we were all his cadets. When I joined, I was headstrong and arrogant. After Russ was done with me, I knew how to show respect." He nodded towards me. "He used to make me wash him in the shower. He do that to you?" "Yeah, he did," I said. He tossed me the soap. "How bout you show me what you did to Russ?" I walked over to him, lathering up my hands. I pressed my hand into his firm, cut pec, right over his nipple. I rubbed the soap into his chest, feeling the blonde hairs caress my fingers. Then I rubbed along his flat six-pac, before he pushed his hand away. "Now, Ricky," he said. "The way I remember it, Russ always had me wash his back first. Was it different with you, or are you just trying to touch my cock before it's time?" "Yeah, he had me do his back first too," I admitted. Matt turned towards the wall, placing his hands upon it, just like Russ did it. I took my cue and started soaping his shoulders, down his long, taut back, and to the top of his ass. Matt's ass, like the rest of him, wasn't broad or hugely muscular, but was firm and tight. It was covered with light blonde hair like the rest of his body. I rubbed my hands over his ass cheeks, soaping him down to his thighs. "That feels good," he said. "Russ taught you how to wash a man." He spread his legs wider as he said this. I dropped to my knees so his butt was at level with my face. I soaped up my right hand and stuck it in his crack, rubbing softly. When I got to his hole, I rubbed around it with my wet finger, before going right over it. Turned on immensely, couldn't resist leaning forward and planting my lips on his butt cheek. Matt turned his head around. "Did you just kiss my ass?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said. "Shit, Rick, you can kiss my ass as much as you want, but not without asking me first." I wanted to kiss it so bad. "Can I, Matt?" "Go ahead," he said. I leaned forward, pressing my lips into the firm flesh of his ass, just holding them there for a moment. Then I opened my mouth, and tasted his skin with my tongue. I began to lick up and down his cheek, then I switched to the other one. Meanwhile, he pushed his ass back into me. "You like that?" he asked me. "Mmm-hmm," I said in reply, still sucking on one of his cheeks. He leaned back even more until he was practically sitting on my face. "How bout licking my hole?" I don't know why, but I knew I wanted to. Without answering, I stuck my face between his cheeks, and touched the hole with the tip of my tongue. I licked harder against it, feeling the blonde hair surrounding it with my tongue. "That's it, dude, that's it," he said. He turned around then, so his cock was just inches from my face. Needless to say I was transfixed. "Now, let's see if you're really a fucking queer," he said. He grabbed my by the hair, hard enough to cause a slight pain, and pulled my head towards his crotch. My nose dug into the base of his cock, on the right, where his blond pubes ended and his skin began. The rest of his dick was plastered against the left side of my face, hanging against my lips and passed my chin. I wanted it so badly; I opened my lips, kissing it. "Nope," he said. "No licking until I say it's alright. Now, you want to lick my cock, dude? I'd better hear some begging." "Please, Matt, let me lick it," I said, willing to beg for that treasure. "Tell me you're a fag. Tell me you're queer and you can't resist my dick." "It's true, Matt, it's true." "Right on. Now you can lick it. But no sucking." I stuck my tongue out, tasting the base of his cock, licking up to his pubes, and then down again. I licked to his head, licking around it, licking over it, digging into the slit. His cock started hardening against my face, rising against my cheek, until it hit my earlobe as it reached its enormous length. I moved my head back to accommodate and kept on licking. "You wanna suck on that cock now, dude?" Matt said harshly. "Tell me you want it." "Yeah, Matt, I want to suck your cock," I said. "You can, but not yet," he said. He backed off of me, and turned off his showerhead, drying himself off. "Finish your shower," he said, walking back into the gym. He left me stupendously turned on. Still on my knees, with the water turned off, I was getting cold, but it didn't seem to matter to my cock. I was still hard as I crept back under my own showerhead. I finished my shower as quickly as possible, I was in good practice at that, and dried off. When I went back into the gym, I noticed Matt was doing bench presses, still naked, his hard dick sticking far into the air above him. He got up when I came in. "Lie down and let's see what you can bench," he said. A bit perplexed, I got onto the bench, facing up, and Matt took off a bunch of his weights. "Is this what Russ does for you? Loads the weight on, and then spots you?" He stood behind me in the spotting position, his cock sticking out above my face. "Go ahead." I lifted the bar up, doing my first rep. As I repeated, Matt squatted down slowly, until his hard member was lying down my face. "One time, not long after I had joined this den, I made the mistake of talking back to him. He wanted me to wash the truck, but I flat out refused. That time, he made me suck him off, right there in the garage. I hated it. I never disobeyed him again." After several reps, I was done. As I put the bar back, Matt took it from me and set it on the ground. "Flip over," he said. I turned myself over on the bench so that I was on my front, with my erection trapped under my stomach. Matt stood in front of me, walking close enough to me so that his cock almost touched my lip. There was a drop of precum oozing out of the slit. "That's the difference between you and me, isn't it Rick?" he asked me. "To me, sucking cock is punishment. But, you can't get enough of it, am I right?" "Yeah," I admitted, sheepishly. He rubbed his cock against my lips, smearing his wet precum upon them. "Okay, you can open up and receive the prize now," he said. I opened my lips, and he very slowly entered my mouth. "Now close up, and just get a good taste of the head," he told me. I wrapped my lips shut around the rim of it, and licked my way around the tip of his dick. It filled my mouth with a hot saltiness. "Oh, you're good at this, like an old pro. But then, you said you only sucked Russ off twice before. Were you lying to me?" He pulled his cock out of my mouth as he said this. "No," I said. "It was just twice." "And you sucked off Malcolm once?" he asked, pushing the tip of his cock against the outside of my cheek. "I didn't even suck him off," I said. "He wanted me too but he was too big." Matt laughed at that. "Yeah, he's got a big fucking horse cock. But mine's longer, isn't it?" "Yeah, it is," I said. "Mine's the longest in the house." I wondered then how he had seen everyone else's cock, but the answer was fairly obvious. Every time they fought, they stripped naked. Nobody could keep their cock hidden for long under those conditions. "Yep, this is the best fucking cock you're going to get and its right in your face. Tell me my cock's the best cock you've ever seen." Honestly, I didn't know if I liked his or Russ's better, but since his was poking me in the cheek, and Russ's was probably flaccid upstairs in bed, I figured that I did like Matt's cock better at the moment. "It's the best cock I've seen, Matt." "Good. Now open up again." I did, and this time he stuck his dick in farther. I felt it reach the back of my throat, but then, perhaps because of the way I was lying, it was easy for me to just take more in. "Uh, that's feels good," he said. "Since you haven't had much experience, then you must be a natural. A natural cocksucker. Not many guys would brag about that talent." I didn't answer him, I just kept sucking, licking at his shaft with my tongue. His dick was ten long inches, and I couldn't get it all in, not by a long shot. But, from his moans, he didn't seem to mind. "Yeah, that's it you fucking cocksucker, do what you were made to do." Every time he said cocksucker, it sounded rough and mean, like he spat it out of his mouth. I didn't appreciate it. But, then again, sucking cock was exactly what I was doing, and I loved it. I remembered what I had wanted to do while Russ had his cock in my mouth but was too timid to try. I wrapped my hands around Matt, grabbing a hold of Matt's firm ass, and pulled him towards me. "You trying to get more of my man meat in you, babe?" he said, obviously not upset at my touch. So I held my hands there. The feeling of his ass was exciting me almost as much as his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my hair firmly, and started fucking my face with his cock. It hurt, he was being rough, but the pain was soon forgotten as I felt his ass muscles tighten under my fingers. "I'm gonna cum," he said. He pulled his cock out of my mouth right before the first blast shot out of it, hitting me on the nose. More and more of his cum covered my cheek, my lips, my chin. He wiped the remaining drippings from the tip of his cock onto my cheek. "There," he said. "Now you've been marked as my own personal cocksucker." He laughed at himself, then took his index finger, wiped off a portion of his cum from my cheek, and offered it to my lips. I opened them, sucking on his finger the salty, sweet flavor of his semen. "You like the taste of my man cream?" he asked. "Yeah, Matt," I said. "Well, I promise, from now on you'll be getting a lot more of it, cocksucker. Now go shower off." I stood up off the bench, disappointed that this seemed to be the end of our encounter. I was still rock hard, for Christ's sake! Now, once again, I was going to have to jack off in the shower. Matt pointed at a large pool of precum I had left behind on the bench. "Better clean that up too," he said. "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow, dude," he said. "Happy birthday." "Okay, Matt." I walked off towards the shower. "Oh, and Rick? Whatever you do, don't jerk off. I want you primed and ready for my cock tomorrow. So absolutely no monkey spanking till then. And that's a motherfuckin order." "Okay," I said, upset. I guess today wouldn't be such a happy birthday after all. After I washed Matt's cum off of me, I turned the water to cold until my cock went limp. Then, I headed for bed, still feeling frustrated. Matt had always seemed so mellow and cool before. Who would have guessed that he was such a freak sexually? Oh well, I had still enjoyed myself. ***** Cougar, Matt, and I didn't wake up until noon on Sunday. The three of us sat around the dining room eating Frosted Flakes and drinking cans of Pepsi. "Breakfast at noon, boys?" said Russ as he was cleaning up his lunch. "I'm living with a pack of slobs." None of us argued with him. As I finished up my flakes, I felt Matt's knee against my own again. We were both wearing shorts, and his hairy knee scratched against my skin. It had become a familiar touch. "I'm thinking about getting a new bike," said Cougar. The sudden sound of his voice made me instinctively pull my knee away from Matt. Matt laughed. "You think Case is going to let you get a new bike? We ain't got the cash, man." "I'll trade in my old bike," he said. "That piece of shit? You'll get all of two dollars for that." "We'll see. I was planning to go check out the Honda dealership today." "No shit, you wanna get a Honda?" asked Matt. "Yeah, so what? I was thinking about maybe getting an Interceptor. You want to go to the dealer with me?" An hour later the three of us were strolling through the Honda dealership. There were several different models on display, and Cougar found one that he liked that was priced at ten grand. I had no idea if that was expensive or not; I had no experience in motorcycles. The salesman that had been stalking us as soon as we had come in turned to Matt and asked, "are you planning on buying something today?" Matt shook his head. "As long as Harley is still pumping them out, I'll never buy a Japanese bike," he said. Cougar stepped in front of him. "Matt's a bit xenophobic," he said. "Still stuck in the 20th century. I'm the one who wants to buy." The sleazy salesmen took Cougar into an office to run some numbers by him. Matt told him that we would be waiting in the car. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes," said Cougar. Matt and I walked out to the Chevy in the parking lot. He unlocked the back door, and as I stepped in, he helped me by pushing my ass, squeezing a bit as he did. He got in behind me, and shut the door, both of us sitting in the back seat. He gave me a mischievous grin. "Man, I could really stand to get blown right now," he said, massaging the lump in his shorts with his hand. "But, we can't do that here." He grabbed my hand. "Here, touch it," he said. "I'll keep an eye out for Coug." He pressed my hand against the crotch of us shorts, and I cupped his soft cock. It started firming up as I rubbed it. "Matt, can I ask you a personal question?" I asked, still rubbing away. He sniggered. "Can't get much more personal than this, can we?" I took that as a yes. "Matt, I'm confused. Are you straight, or bi-sexual?" He laughed at me. "I'm straight, baby. No, you're the only fag in the house, trust me." "But then, last night--" "What did you think we were doing? Making love?" He laughed. "You, a fag, were servicing me, a straight man, and that's the best you're gonna get in this house." He turned his head. "I may be straight, but I'm horny as fuck. And I get laid maybe once every week, if I'm lucky. That's not good enough for me. That's where you come in. You like sucking dick, and I like mine sucked. We're perfect for each other." His dick was completely hard, as was mine. I kept rubbing. "And it's the same way with Russ and Malcolm?" I asked. "I don't know, I guess so," he said. "Look, any straight guy, if he's not an absolute homophobe, will appreciate getting his dick sucked by another guy. It's what happens whenever any group of men are together who don't have access to women. Prison, the army, or whatever. To Russ, it's just his way of showing his dominance. For Malcolm, he probably just wants to get off." He turned towards the window. "Hold on, there's Cougar." I let go of Matt's cock as Cougar came into the car. "It's fucking expensive. I should just steal it." He looked back at us curiously. "Why are you both in the back?" he asked. "Cause you're going to chauffeur us home," said Matt. "Yeah, fine," said Cougar, getting into the driver's seat. Matt and I kept our hands to ourselves on the drive home. For the rest of the day, every chance he could, Matt was brushing up against me, grabbing his crotch, or slapping my butt. After going through the whole day before with loads of sexual stimulation but no release, my hormones were on fire. Once again, I was hoping for an opportunity to be alone with him, but it never seemed to come. Cougar, Matt and I were playing video games that night. I was on Matt's recliner, which sat at a right angle to the couch that Matt and Cougar were sitting on. The game was for just two players, and the loser always sat out, which half the time was me. On one such occasion, when I was just watching them play, I took my eyes off the screen and looked towards them. Matt was sitting closer to me on the couch, and Cougar was on the other side. Cougar's eyes never left the screen; I don't think he was even blinking. He was leaning forward, sweat covering his forehead. Matt, on the other hand, was leaning back, completely relaxed. And he was the one that was winning. Matt briefly glanced at me watching him. He cracked a half smile. He pivoted his leg towards me. His shorts were baggy enough so I could see right up them from the bottom. His leg was mostly in shadow, but I knew right away that he wasn't wearing any underwear. I could see his cockhead resting on his hairy thigh. Without looking away from the TV, he winked at me. I knew then that he was just waiting for Cougar to go to bed That would not happen until late into the night. Cougar was so determined to beat Matt that it seemed he would stay up until he had accomplished it. I was hoping Matt would lose on purpose just to satisfy him, but he must have been too proud. Finally, after who knows how many races Matt won, Cougar just threw down his controller and got up from the couch. "I'm going to bed," he said. "That game sucks; it's nothing but random luck." "Maybe it's you who sucks," said Matt, but Cougar had already gone up the stairs. Matt smiled, looking upwards towards the ceiling. As soon as we heard Cougar's door slam shut, Matt dropped his controller and nodded to me. I followed him down into the gym. He stood on one of the mats, rubbing his cock through his shorts. "I've been waiting for this all fucking day," he told me. "Get ready for me. Get out of those clothes." I took my shirt off, which he didn't seem to care about, and then removed my shorts and my boxers. "Turn around," he said once I was naked. I did, facing away from him. "Man, you've got a killer ass," he said. I turned back around to face him. "You keep saying that, but I don't think it's all that special," I said. "Mine's too scrawny. Yours is better." He laughed. "That's the fag in you talking," he said. "You like beefy men's asses. But for us straight guys, you got the best ass. Small, perky, smooth; if you were a girl I'd have fucked you as soon as I had met you." "Thanks," I said, not really sure if I liked the compliment. "Now, come over here, cocksucker, and get what I know you want out of these shorts." As he said this, he lifted his shirt off of his head and tossed it aside. He was rock hard. His cock was sticking up out of his shorts, plastered against his hairy navel. I moved forward, unbuttoning his shorts and unzipping them. It only took a gentle tug for them to fall to the ground, and he stepped out of them. There he was, standing nude in front of me, his long cock raring to go. Mine was rock hard as well. "Get on your knees like a good cocksucker," he said, pushing my head down with his hand. I dropped down to my knees and my face was right against his cock. "Tell me how much you want it, Rick," he said. He was going to make me beg again. "I want to suck it, Matt, could I please?" "Sure, baby," he said. I opened my mouth, accepting the head into me. I closed my lips around it and started to suck. "That's it," he said. As I continued, he lifted his foot up and started to play with my own erection with his toes. "I want to see how excited my cock's got you," he said. It was the first time anybody had touched my dick, and it felt damn good, even if it was just with his dirty foot. I was going down deeper on him, pressing as far forward as I could in this position. Finally, he pulled out. "I don't want to come yet," he said. With those words he dropped to his knees in front of me. With his dick in his hand, he guided his cockhead against mine. Our slits touched for a moment, sending shivers through me, and then he pulled away. He scooted in close to me, and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me. I would have been elated if he had, but he just took me into an embrace, resting his chin against my shoulder. Our cocks were touching and pressed together between our bodies. Even though neither of us were moving, his touch was making me feel like I was reaching the edge. I could feel his body hair all over my skin. "You're a grade A cocksucker, Rick," he said, moving his hand around me and grabbing my ass. "But this is what most of the guys are gonna be after." He reached his hand lower, between my crack, pressing his finger against my hole. I think all the hairs on my body raised up as he did this. "Right there, that's what men are gonna want from you. You ever get fucked up the ass, Rick?" As he asked me this, he put a little force against my ass with his finger. I inhaled sharply from the sensation, then answered, "Nope, never." He removed his hand, letting it slide up against my ass as he brought it back up. "Well, I won't try to break you in. That shit hurts." He leaned back from me and looked into my eyes. "I don't know that from experience," he said. "But I can guess how it must feel, and Jesus it must suck." He winced as he said this. He pushed me backwards against the mat, hovering on top of me. His hand was on his cock, jerking off fast. I put my hand on my own cock, it was practically screaming for attention. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away. "Uh-uh," he said. "When you cum, I want it to be because of me, because of my cock. No touching yourself!" He lowered his dick against my own, only his was so long it dwarfed mine. I cried out at the touch. "I bet just the touch of my cock against yours will make you cum, you little faggot." He started rubbing up and down very slightly against my dick. I was breathing harder, on the verge of shooting. "Cum for me, man, do it!" It was like my cock was following orders. With an intense orgasm unparalleled by any in my memory, I started shooting. I came all over my stomach and chest, my breathing returning to normal as I calmed down. Matt was crawling up me, pressing his cock into my face. "Show me what you're good for, you cocksucker," he said. I opened up and sucked on him eagerly. I grabbed his ass in my hands again, loving the feeling of his curly hairs, and pulled him into me. As he moaned, he started fucking my face, plunging his dick in and out of me. "I'm close, baby," he said. "But don't worry, I'll pull out in time. I don't want my load going straight down your throat, I want to cum in your mouth, so you can taste my man cream. That's what you want isn't it baby?" I moaned affirmatively. "That's what I thought, faggot." He was moving so fast, pushing his cock in and out of me, that it made me dizzy and disoriented. Finally, he held just the tip of his dick into my mouth. I felt his ass muscles tighten. "Here it comes, baby, here it comes." Semen flooded my mouth, and I did love the taste of him. I swirled my tongue around his salty, sweet load. "Don't you swallow that," he said as he relaxed, the orgasm leaving his body. He pulled his dick out of my mouth, and looked down at me. "I want to see my load in your mouth. Open wide." I opened my mouth, and a big grin spread across his face. "Okay, baby, I hate to make you wait. You can swallow it now." I shut my mouth and downed his load, feeling it slide down my throat. Both of us panting and sweating, he flopped down beside me on the mat, but didn't touch me or embrace me. "That was some good shit," he said. After a long pause, I was feeling intimate, close to him. I wanted to touch him, to hold him, but knew that it was off limits. So I decided to talk to him instead. "Matt," I said. "Tell me about your past. I know you've been a part of this den as long as Russ has--" "Nobody's been here as long as Russ has," he said. "Did Russ, was he the one who bit you?" "No. Nope, I was bitten by a wolf in New Orleans, a long time ago." "Was it accidental?" "A wolf bite is never accidental. No, he was alpha and he wanted me to be a part of his pack. I stayed there for a few years, then I took off." "You just up and left? Why?" He sighed, turning towards me. "I didn't like it there. The den was huge, and I was just another wolf punk, you know? Nobody ever cared about me there. Nobody cared about anyone. All just a bunch of shallow fucks, you know?" "What happened to them?" I asked. "I don't know. Probably all dead now." "And after that, where'd you go?" "I tried to make it on my own. I tried living a normal life for a while. I was a construction worker in Dallas. Then I was a mechanic in Phoenix. I was a card dealer in Vegas. Even a beach bum in California for a while. But no matter where I went, I wasn't safe. Seemed as soon as I tried to put roots down, some wolf den would sniff me out. When I came here, to Philly, I met Russ and the others who were around back then. Their pack was small, close knit. I liked it. I've never left since." "Why would you be in danger from the other wolves?" I asked. "Other wolves, that was always our greatest enemy. Too much rivalry. Sure, the dens used to have an understanding. We'd stay out of each other's way, help each other out when needed. But the wolves from one den were always killing the wolves from another." "That's insane," I said. "You got it. Let's see, since I've been here, five wolves from the pack have died. One was killed by vampire that he picked a fight with. Another was hunted down by the one who was gifted like you. And the other three were killed by other local werewolves. That's why they say if you're alone, if you don't have a pack to protect you, you're as good as dead." He flipped over and looked down at me, touching my shoulder with his forearm. "It sucks that you're leaving for London tomorrow," he said. "Yeah, I know." "I could really make a nightly routine of this. Somehow I sleep better when I've just gotten blown." "I'm just gonna be stuck with Case the whole time," I said. He looked at me mischievously. "You should try and suck him off," he said. "What? Would he go for that?" He shrugged. "I don't know. He's completely straight, but same with me, same with Malcolm and Russ, and you sucked all of us off." "I know Cougar wouldn't go for that," I said. He nodded. "Cougar's too much of a homophobe to accept your services. We can't tell him about this, ever. He'd resent you for it. But Case, he's a nice guy. He's so stoic though. He's got a major stick up his ass. You know, completely above all of his sexual urges. Yeah right. I bet you could break him." "Break him? How?" "Just, you know, try to seduce him. Use your feminine wiles or whatever." I laughed. "I've never seduced anyone. I'd look stupid." "No, just don't make it obvious. Touch him whenever you can. Maybe try showing off that ass of yours. If he wants you, he'll bite. If he doesn't, he probably won't even notice anything strange about the way you're acting." "You won't get upset?" I asked. He laughed. "God no," he said, as if my suggestion was completely absurd. "What do you think we're some sort of couple? You're the pack whore, and I like to take you up on your services. Case is my brother, and I want to share you with him, and with all the rest of them." His comments made me feel cheap, but I didn't show it. "So, it's a plan. Your mission while you're on vacation is to get Case to let you suck his dick. Got it?" "Yeah, I'll try," I said, positive that I would fail. "Good. Now go get cleaned up, you look like a filthy whore." He got up, put his clothes back on, and went to bed as I got into the shower. I realized something as I lay in my couch that night. You never know someone, not really, until you know them sexually. Matt proved my point more than anyone else. I used to think he was the nicest one in the house. But now, I wasn't so sure. He was a domineering and insensitive like the rest of them. He didn't want to be friends with me; he just wanted to use me. But maybe I was wrong. After all, he had been more open with me than anyone else. Maybe that showed trust and respect. And he could have fucked me, forced himself on me, but he didn't. Perhaps he wasn't as insensitive as he seemed. More confused than ever, it took me a while to get to sleep that night. TO BE CONTINUED