Werebear

Abstinence

“You really have become one horny little mothefucker over the last week, haven’t you?” Sniff chuckled, “Well, at least we have confirmation. He is feeding off your sexuality, and he can stay hidden, while manipulating you.” Sniff considered, “You could just come and stay here until the next full moon.”

“I would like to stay here tonight if that’s possible, but I have to be at work tomorrow morning and I can’t afford to walk away from my job for three weeks. Besides, I won’t be driven from my home. It isn’t much, but…”

“I understand, of course you can stay here tonight. Give me some time to consider this new information. Maybe there’s something we can do to lessen his influence.”

Twinkle-Toes had run off to find Starlight, and I took the opportunity to ask Sniff about their relationship. “Are they a couple? I don’t want to be stepping into something that might hurt one of them.”

Sniff was taken aback. “No. A couple of tricksters maybe, but not a couple. Thick as thieves and close as brothers, but not lovers, although they are very free and easy with each other’s bodies. I can understand your mistake.” As he spoke of them, he radiated joy. He clearly loved them, maybe even considering them to be the sons he never had. Of course, maybe he did have sons. I knew nothing about his history. It was not unusual for gay men of his generation to marry a woman and have children. I knew so little of these folks.

“Can I ask you another question?” I decided I might as well start to get to know them. He nodded. “Why ‘Sniff’? I’ haven’t quite been able to figure it out.”

He chuckled, Radical faeries often adopt a faerie name to distinguish our intentional lives from the lives we were handed at birth. My Birth name is Andrew, but that says nothing about who I am. It just reflects the tastes of my parents.”

“Oh, ok.” I hesitated, “but Sniff? I don’t get it.”

“I think you do.” He moved to my side, lifted one of my arms and buried his face in my armpit, inhaling deeply. As he exhaled, he released a little sigh of satisfaction. “From what you told me about this afternoon, you get it big time.” I was a little embarrassed to have asked a question that had such a personal answer, but he didn’t seem to mind sharing.

On the drive up, Twinkle-Toes had told me that the retreat was ending with lunch and that the community would be pretty quiet for the rest of the day, just working on various housecleaning chores to make ready for the next retreat. I knew that he and Starlight would be drawn into these activities, and I didn’t want to be a burden on the residents, so I asked Sniff, “I understand you guys are cleaning up now that everyone has left. Is there anything I can do to help?”

He smiled a broad smile, pleased that I was willing to jump in. “Sure, let me get you over to Gerry, he’s in charge of volunteer assignments. He’ll find something for you to do.”

Within an hour I was going from room to room in the Bates Motel, cleaning bathrooms. The laundry facilities were at one end of the first floor and Starlight was busily washing sheets and towels. I stopped in to chat for a few minutes before heading up to do the second floor. He smiled as he folded towels and I asked him a variety of questions about the community. It tuned out that Sniff did not have children and he had never been married. “He was quite the revolutionary in his day,” Starlight informed me. “He worked with a number of social justice organizations, and was part of the Act Up movement in the ‘80’s”

As he was filling me in, I noticed a pair of boxers hanging from a nail in the window frame. They were the shorts I had lost after the sun circle. I took them down and looked at Starlight quizzically. They had not been washed and were a bit stiff. Was that cum on them? Starlight put his hand over his mouth and said, “Oh dear. I forgot those were there.”

“Did you take them? And what unspeakable things have you been doing with them?” I pretended to be upset but was actually quite flattered.

“Not me,” he protested.

When he hesitated I gave him a stern look. “Well who then?”

“I probably shouldn’t tell you, but it was your other bodyguard.”

“Twinkle-Toes?” I fairly shouted in disbelief.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Twinkle-Toes had approached unnoticed and was just stepping through the door.

I spun around in shock, frantically hiding the shorts behind my back.

“What’s that?” he had noticed I had something in my hand. He approached me, trying to see what I was holding.

“Nothing, it’s just…um…nothing”

Starlight was roaring with laughter. He was standing behind me and just reached forward, pulling the shorts from my hand, and lifted them up for Twinkle-Toes to see.

I was mortified. I didn’t want to embarrass my new friend by discovering his secret, but I was incredibly turned on by the fact that he was using my shorts as bate fuel.

“Oh. That.” He got a little defensive, but not much. “Well, I’m sorry, but you guys were so hot last week. I couldn’t think of anything else for days.”

“True”, chimed in Starlight. “We share a bed in one of the cabins and he was whacking off with those things day and night. I finally made him bring them up here so I could get some sleep.”

“You loved it!” twinkle-Toes turned to me. “He did, you know. He loves to watch. He’s such a voyeur.” He fairly spat the last word at Starlight, relishing the mock fight.

“Maybe I wouldn’t enjoy it so much if you didn’t like being watched so much.” Then turning to me he accused, “he loves to show off his dick, we can’t keep the pants on this one. Such an exhibitionist!” Again, the last word was flung as a weapon.

They stood on either side of me hurling sexual insults at each other, each of them appealing to me in turn, including me as a neutral third party to their battle of wits. I enjoyed the deep affection that created this atmosphere where anything could be said, and no offence would be taken because of the underlying foundation of love was understood and trusted.

It was also sexy as hell, and I fully expected it to end in, at least, a group cuddle. The threats were becoming more explicit. Sucking dicks came into the conversation and as they moved towards false bravado and dares, Twinkle-Toes stopped Starlight and the playful tone changed to a more serious tenor.

“I forgot. I have a message for you from Sniff.” Twinkle-toes looked at me and became sheepish. “Don’t blame the messenger, but he told me that you needed to, how did he put it? Oh yeah, ‘fight the urge’.”

“What?” Not the recommendation I wanted to hear. “I suppose it makes sense if the biker is feeding off me like that. But damn! Just when my sex drive has kicked into high gear.”

I think that’s the point. I think he believes your increased sex drive is how the biker is manipulating you. Sorry.” Twinkle-Toes did not enjoy being the bearer of bad news.

“Ah well,” I turned to leave, tucking my cum stained shorts into Twinkle-Toes’ waistband, I guess I should go do the upstairs.” And patting his butt I left. I heard them both giggling as I climbed the stairs