Date: Sat, 11 May 2002 14:45:50 -0700
From: ghosttracker89408@yahoo.com
Subject: Hour of the Wolf

Author's comments: This is my first attempt at writing a story. Being very
poor at spelling, I used a combination of both MS Word and a voice
recognition program called "Naturally Speaking" to compose this, thus the
feeling of it being a story told around a campfire late at night.. I hope
that some of you enjoy my efforts. Any and all comments would be greatly
appreciated, also constructive criticism. I have many such tales in my mind
and will continue to publish if given encouragement. My email address is
ghosttracker89408@yahoo.com if you are inclined to write to me. Thank you
for taking the time to read this tale.

Ghost

			   The Hour of the Wolf

Have you ever heard of "The Hour of the Wolf"? It's the hour between three
and four in the morning when everyone is asleep. They say that if you are
awake in the hour of the wolf you can never tell what may happen. This was
an old story I was told when I was a kid, by an elderly Russian friend of
my family and even though he pointed straight at me, I did not think much
about it at the time. It was not until many years later that it came back
to haunt me one night.

Because of my job I do a lot of driving late in the night. One night I was
on my way back home. I knew it was very late but that was the time of the
night I like to drive, when there are few others on the road. I was driving
on a long stretch of highway that would take me three to four hours until I
would reach the next town.

I'd been driving for about thirteen hours that day on a long run and I'd
have to admit I do a lot of driving so I was used to it, but this night was
not like any of the other nights I'd been on the road. There was a strange
quiet on this night like no other. The wind was as still as a grave and the
cold cut though you like a knife. The temperature had to be down in the low
teens. You could see a layer of fog hanging just above the ground like the
mist that rises from a pond in the middle of a cold winter morn.

I had not passed another car for hours. It was one of those nights when you
start to think you are the only one alive and it sends a chill down the
back of your spine like some one had just walked on your grave. Well, this
was one of those nights.

I'd been driving so long that time had slipped by and if it had not been
for the chime on my watch and the howl of a wolf, I would not have been
aware of the time. So when it went off it aroused me from an almost
hypnotic state. Now the radio was on, I don't remember what song was
playing. I looked down at my watch and I was thinking about how I heard the
howl of a wolf over the radio. It was three in the morning and I thought to
myself how I still had around four hours until the next town.

When I looked up from my watch seeing what time it was, there he was
standing on the side of the road. A guy out in the middle of nowhere on a
night that would freeze a cup of steaming coffee in a matter of minutes.
The lights of the car shining through the fog like mist just enough to make
out the silhouette of a white tee shirt and dark blue jeans as I passed by.
I could see he was trying to get a ride.

Now I know you're not supposed to pick up hitchhikers but I'd been stuck
out on the road trying to get home too many times so I knew what it was
like. On this night it was not a night to leave anyone out in the cold
knowing the next town was still a good four hours down the road. I had no
way of knowing how long this poor guy had been walking. The last stop was a
good hour behind me. I'd driven this road enough to know there was no place
ahead of us for hours.

So to be a good Samaritan, I stopped the truck right in the middle of the
road just a little past were I had seen him and waited for him to get to
the car to ask if he needed a ride to the next town. So as he came up to
the door I reached over to unlock it for him. As he opened the door and the
dome light came on, I was blinded for a moment.

It took me half a minute before I could see that he was a very handsome
young man. He was about six feet tall and had hair as black as the night
and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His body was like what
you would see in a modeling ad. The tee shirt fit him like he was not even
wearing one. You could see the outline of all his chest muscles as well as
the shape of his nipples. His pants were as tight as a pair of leather
gloves a size too small. He showed a basket that looked like he had a
baseball in the front of his pants to the point I could hardly take my eyes
off him as he sat down in the truck and closed the door.

As I started driving down the road I ask him how long had he been standing
out there and how far down the road was he going. He just sat there looking
out the window and said nothing for the longest time. At first I thought
maybe he was just too cold to say anything but then he turned and looked at
me and said, "Thanks for stopping". Then I said my name is Kevin, as I put
my hand out, he reached over and said that his name was Volk as he shook my
hand. As I was shaking his hand, I could not help but note that it was
warmer than mine, as if he'd had it over a heater for a long time.

When I asked him how far he was going down the road, he said, "Just to the
next town", as he looked out the window as though he was looking for
something on the side of the road.

As we drove down the road for a while we just sat there saying nothing,
listening to the radio, when he asked if I could stop for a minute so he
could take a piss.

"Sure", I said and slowed down to stop the truck. We had only driven five
or ten miles when I stopped. He opened the door and stepped out. I thought
he was going to walk to the back of the truck, when he just turned and
stopped. From the light in the truck I could see him undoing the buckle on
his belt. Then one by one he undid the buttons on the 501 Levi's he was
wearing. They fit him like a second skin. They were so tight I didn't know
how he could get in to them.

Then he reached in and pulled out what was one of the most beautiful sights
I'd ever seen. His cock had to be at least seven inches long and it was not
even half-hard. I could see it was way more then a handful and the sweetest
thing I'd seen for a long time. When out of the blue he said "thanks" as if
he had read my mind and knew what I was thinking.

In the light I could see him start to piss. You could see the yellow stream
flowing out of the sweet round head of his cock as the steam rose from it
in the cold night air. I could hear the hot steaming liquid hitting the
ground as it made a splashing sound on the black top of the highway.

As I sat there watching him, knowing he could not see that I was watching
him, I still felt that he knew that I was looking at him the whole time.

I could feel my own dick getting hard in my pants at the sight of him
pissing right there in front of me. And the thought of how I would love to
just reach over and take his cock in my mouth and suck all of that piss
right out of it.

As he finished he shook it four or five times then stroked it back and
forth two or three minutes. Then slowly he tucked it back into his
Levi's. I could see why it looked like he had a baseball in there for it
took a good minute for him to get it back into his pants, then to button
them back up. But when he got to the top button, he stopped, leaving the
top button undone. He did not re-buckle his belt. He turned and sat back
down in the truck and closed the door.

"Damn that felt good. I don't think I could have gone much farther or I
would have pissed my pants. Thanks for stopping for me".

I was sitting there as hard as a piece of wood. Now that he was all done I
had to take a piss. I knew it would not be easy since I was as hard as
rock, but I could not wait for it to go down. So I said to Volk it would be
one minute more as I had to go piss too. He just sat there and said "no
problem". I got out of the truck and did just as he did and turned, undid
the button on my pants and zipped down the zipper. It was not hard to get
my dick out as it was still hard and sticking straight up in my pants when
I unzipped the zipper it just fell right out pointing almost straight
up. It made it hard to piss and took me some time to get started but when I
got started it shot up and out like a rainbow three or four feet in the air
and damn, it felt so good.

While I was pissing I could hear Volk moving around in the truck. Then he
said, "Damn that looks so good", and reached out and grabbed me by the
waist and spun me around and took my dick in his mouth and started drinking
the piss right out of it. But I could not stop it felt so good I just kept
going till there was nothing left. That did not stop him from starting to
just suck on my hard dick. Slowly at first up and down a little at a time
then more deeply and faster. It felt like he was wrapping his tongue all
the way around the head of my dick every time he would go down on it like
nothing I had ever felt before in my life. Faster and faster he sucked on
my dick until he was going up and down on it like the bars on the wheels of
an old fashion locomotive going back and forth at top speed.

Every time he would rise up to the head of my dick it felt as though he was
going to suck it right off. And the way he would wrap his tongue around my
dick every time he went down on it was driving me crazy, to the point no
matter how hard I tried to keep from cumming I just could not stop myself.

I shot a load and a half in his mouth and every time I shot my load he
would suck it up until he had sucked every drop he could out of the head of
my dick. Like he was just waiting for more to come out, as if that was not
enough. As he tried to get more out of it, he made it very hard not to cum
again. The way he was sucking on my dick did make me cum a second time in
nothing flat. I was letting go with another load and damn I just could not
stop. It just kept coming and coming like nothing it had before. It felt
like it had never felt in my life. My legs went weak and it was all I could
do to stay on my feet and not drop to my knees, as I hung on to the rack of
the truck to keep on my feet.

Then I heard Volk say, "Damn, that was so sweet, but now it's my turn".
Then he grabbed me and pulled me into the truck and laid me over the back
of the seat. Grabbing my pants around the waist, he pulled them down to my
knees.

Putting one hand on each side of my butt cheeks he spread them apart and
stuck his tongue between them and started to lick my hole in a way I'd
never felt before. To the point he was sending chills up my back. Then he
just drove his tongue right into my asshole so deep I could feel it way
inside of me and I just went nuts from the sensation as he pushed it in
farther and farther.

Then he stopped and pulled his tongue out, climbed up on top of me and I
could feel him stick his cock up my asshole. I could feel the head of his
cock up next to my hole, when he shoved it in so hard. It stretched my
asshole so wide as he drove his cock deep inside of me.

It hurt so bad but felt so good I found myself pushing back against him
just to get as much of his cock inside of me as I could. But at first it
did not feel as big as I thought it was. Boy was I ever wrong as he started
to slide his cock in and out of me I could feel it growing inside of me
with every stroke he took. Bigger and bigger his cock grew inside of me to
the point it was making my dick so hard again that it slid in between the
crack of the two seats of the truck, ripping and tearing my dick as it slid
back and forth between them. But yet the intense sensation of his cock
sliding in and out of me was driving me crazy. I didn't know how much
longer I could hold out. Thus the rubbing of my dick sliding between the
two seats and the sensation of his cock driving inside me was about to make
me explode into pure ecstasy. The intense sensation was too much for me to
handle. I exploded sending streams of hot cum flying all over. With each
blast of cum I could feel my ass tighten around his cock. And with each
time my ass tightened I could feel his cock expanding, exploding inside of
me at the same time as I was cumming, so was he with large hot loads of his
steaming seed pumping inside of me. With every explosion and every thrust
of his cock it sent shivers down my spine like never before. The intense
experience in the heat of passion left sweat running off my face.

When all was done and he slid off me, it was all I could do to slide back
down into the seat. I sat there in a daze, a fog as if part of the mist
rising up off the road into the night. I don't know how long I sat there
but it was as if you could hear the desert come alive with the sounds of
the night.

It wasn't until the chime of my watch, and the howling of a wolf off in the
distance aroused me. As I looked over to see what Volk was doing, to my
surprise I found that he was not even there. It was as if he had never been
there. There was not one sign, and even the door was still locked.

As I rose from the misty haze and the half-asleep state that I was in, I
could see the lights of a town just barely off in the distance. It was the
next town that I was to go through, but it was still at least three hours
down the road from where we had stopped. But yet only one hour had gone by,
so even if I was driving the whole time I still would have had at least two
hours of driving before I came to this town.

And what of Volk, was he all in my imagination? Had I been driving too
long? Did the road hypnotize me after driving for so long in one day?

This I cannot say, for if it was real or if it was just my imagination and
all in my mind, it is something I will never forget. It is one of those
haunting memories that will be forever stuck in the back of my mind.

As I started the truck and pulled back onto the road all I could think of,
or remember at the time, was hearing the voice of my Old Russian friend,
warning me about the hour of the wolf. How he pointed straight at me, when
he said beware of the wolf for you may never know when he will come
scratching at your door.

How I got so far down the road when I had not even been driving, how it was
still way too early in the morning for me to be so close to the next town,
I will never be able to figure out.

So, take heed from a stranger who travels in the hour of the wolf, please
beware. For in the hour of the wolf one may never know who or what may
cross your path. In that wee hour in the middle of the night, when time
seems to stand still, beware of the howling of the wolf. For you may never
know, if it was real, or if it was all just a strange dream in the middle
of the mist rising from the road.