Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2015 21:49:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: Writing a "How To" Manual...Chapter 8

			 Writing a "How To" Manual


				 Chapter 8


The next day, just before practice, my team mates passed furtive glances at
each other when I showed them the `scratch' on my arm, which was covered by
a Band-Aid.  I told them that a wolf had done the nasty deed.  Then I
further confused them.  I asked if they could smell anything strange in the
locker room.  When I got nothing but negatives, I said, "I don't know guys.
Everything smells so different to me today."

"How so?" One of them asked.

"Pungent, acute, sharp," I answered.  "All of the above."

More furtive glances were exchanged around the room, and then came the
crowning blow.  In walked Wolf and asked to speak to the coach.  Coach
Baker came over, and Wolf said, "I'd like to try out for the team.  I know
there are only two games left this season, but I'd like to play all next
year."

The looks around the locker room were so precious, I wish I had a camera.
Disbelief filled the air.  The coach looked dubious.  "Come outside with
me."

Wolf and Coach went outside, and moments later they returned with Coach's
arm around Wolf's shoulder.  Wolf told me later that they tossed the
football back and forth a few times, Coach hugged Wolf, and asked where he
had been all these years.

Back in the locker room, he told the guys that Wolf had been added to the
team.  For now he was a wide receiver, but he was also a backup
quarterback.  He gave him some gear, and Wolf joined us in practice.  At
first the team was doubtful, but by the end of the practice session, Wolf
was an accepted member of a grateful team.

When Wolf and I were both absent from school at the next full moon, there
was plenty of whispering behind our backs, but nobody said a word to our
faces.  The thing that was most evident to me, was that nobody showed fear,
only respect.  I liked the idea of everyone thinking we were werewolves.

We won the next two games by wide margins thanks to Wolf, but our seasonal
record was not good enough to compete in the regionals.  I was positive
that the following year would be different.

Notwithstanding that both sets of parents were aware of our union, and had
approved, they were as strict as ever about our commitment to our studies.
Having sex remained restricted to weekends, but with a difference.  We
divided our time, between our two homes.

At this point I should say that our love making improved every time Wolf
and I had the opportunity to do so.  We even told Carl about a few tricks
we had developed, and he added them to his manual.  Carl had not included
any mention of the role `golden showers' might play in the sex lives of
some people.  He felt it was not a universal enough practice to include it.
Wolf and I told him how excited we got when we peed on each other in the
shower, while indulging in chapter one.  At our insistence, he added a
chapter on peeing, and we described our routine to him.

It had happened quite by accident one day while we were in the shower.  We
were happily soaping our bodies, paying particular attention to our ass
holes, when I said, Shit."

"What?" Wolf asked.

"I gotta pee really bad.  I'll be right back," I answered as I started to
step out of the shower.  Wolf grabbed my arm.

"What kind of wuss are you?" he asked.  "Pee in the shower.  In fact, pee
all over me."

I had heard about golden showers, but it was not something I ever thought I
would want to do.  However, I loved Wolf so much, I would try anything with
him, or for him.  I started to pee on the floor, and then Wolf handed me
one hell of a shock.  He fell to his knees, and placed his mouth directly
below my piss flow.  I was so shocked, I tried to stop peeing, but Wolf had
already swallowed what he had drunk.  "Pee all over my body," he commanded.
I had plenty of stuff still in me, and I barraged him with my piss.

He rubbed my pee all over his hairy body, and announced loudly, "Man, that
felt so good."

By now, after watching the joy I had given Wolf, my lust had grown beyond
control.  "Do it to me," I screamed, and Wolf obliged me.  In future
sessions, we not only peed all over our bodies, but we peed in our mouths,
and in our asses.  Unfortunately, we both had to shit afterwards.  We
laughed like hyenas, when Wolf got to the commode first, and I had to wait
for him to finish.

"Hurry," I commanded him, "or I'll shit on the floor."

When we were all cleaned up, and lying in bed, attempting to improve on
chapter two, oral sex, we found ourselves unusually horny, and attributed
it to our recent shower scene.  "Beats Hitchcock's Psycho shower scene," I
laughed.

Afterwards we told Carl how much it had enhanced our love making.  We
convinced him to write a chapter on the practice, or at least to include it
in chapter one, what to do in the shower.  When we asked Carl one day, what
he was going to do with his finished manuscript, he said that he would send
it off to a publisher he knew.  The man published gay erotica, and even
though Carl did not expect to earn any royalties, he wanted to share the
joys of gay love, and all its possibilities, with his brothers.

Our united families celebrated Christmas together that year.  Carl and
Miriam did most of the cooking.  Sitting with Wolf in our church on
Christmas morning, I reflected on the fact that I had never been happier in
my life.  I held Wolf's hand and squeezed it.  I didn't care who saw me.

I knew that my father felt the same way.  As much as he missed my mother
and brother, the peace and serenity, he had found with Carl in this stress
free environment, was very evident.  I certainly could recognize
contentment when I saw it on someone's face

After the service one of our team mates came over to speak to us.  "I
didn't think that wer......," he started to say something, but stopped in
mid-sentence.  I was sure he was going to say that he didn't think
werewolves went to church, but instead he said, "Merry Christmas," and
disappeared.  We laughed about it all the way home.

This time, the holiday dinner was in Wolf's home.  Wolf and I did what we
could to help, but when it became a matter of sitting around, and waiting
for all the food to be ready, we went to his bedroom.  We undressed
rapidly, and fell on the bed for a quick game of sixty-nine.  We both tried
very hard to stifle our climactic groans, but I was sure the old folks
could hear us.  Well, it couldn't be helped, and we didn't mind that we
kept them aware of how much we loved one another.

When we returned to school after winter break, the football season was
over, but we were just beginning basketball, and I was on the team.  Wolf
surprised me by trying out, and making, the team.  Of course, he was a
valuable asset.

The biggest surprise of all, was when he began to hang out with our team
mates at the mall on Saturday nights.  I had stopped going so I could use
the hours to make love to Wolf, but he knew I missed the socializing, and
he changed his hermit ways to please me.  I loved him more every day.

During the summer, Wolf worked on the farm, and I worked in the store.  We
couldn't wait to begin our senior high school year.  We concentrated on our
studies and on achieving a great reputation in sports.  The irony was that
in the end, we both got academic scholarships to The University of Montana.
We were going to room together and start a new phase in our lives.  We
would no longer be able to participate in the wolf ceremony, and the only
ones who might suspect that we might be werewolves, would be any of our old
high school friends, who would be attending our University.  We actually
hoped they would spread the rumor and continue the mystique, but none of
them did, for fear of being labelled a nut case.

The first parents' weekend was scheduled for the second weekend in October.
Carl and Dad came to see us, but Luke and Miriam were unable to get away,
and said they would see us for the Thanksgiving holiday.

Wolf and I were excited to show my parents around the school and the city.
They were staying in a nearby hotel, and arranged for the four of us to
have dinner at their hotel.  It was at dinner that Dad dropped an atom
bomb.

He looked Wolf straight in his eyes.  "Wolf," he said, "you know that Tim
has had sex with Carl and me."  He stopped talking and Wolf nodded.

"Well, we, Carl and I, were talking, and if you have no objections, we
would like to make it a family affair."

The silence at our table was deafening.  I was mute.

"If you would rather not, we'll understand, and no hard feelings," Carl
said.

There was another long silence.  At long last Wolf said, "I once asked Tim
if you three guys ever had sex together, and he didn't deny it.  I told him
how lucky he was.  Now you offer me the same love and luck.  Of course, the
answer is yes."

The destiny which had brought us to Montana, was fulfilled that night.  We
four men, who loved each other emotionally, more than any other human
beings in the universe, were blessed to express our love physically before
the day was over, and the world was a wonderful place.