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.