Wolverine

A wolverine belongs to the Mustilidae genus, which includes otters, weasels, ferrets, and badgers etcetera. It is not only the largest member of this family, but also the most ferocious and powerful animal in the grouping, and can kill prey many times its own body size. It prefers the colder climate of the artic and subarctic regions, of Europe, Asia, and North America. Ideally suited to this habitat, it can traverse snow easily and speedily, with its broad paws that are for ideal for this terrain. Having an incredible sense of smell, it is also able to detect frozen carrion, which is effortlessly consumes with its unbelievably powerful jaws. It is reported, that even far larger carnivores are very wary of this formidable little powerhouse.

Just in case you may think that I am about to give you a dissertation in the manner of Stephen Fry or David Attenborough, please relax, because the point of my introduction is merely to introduce the character that this story is named after.

After living in my apartment block for a year, a new neighbour moved into the flat next to me. His nickname was Wolverine. Although we acknowledged one another in a friendly fashion in the passage for the first few days, we never actually had a conversation. I was, therefore, surprised when he engaged me in conversation one morning as we were both leaving for work.

“Hi, neighbour, my name is Wolverine,” he said as he extended his hand.

“I’m Jonas,” I replied with a smile.

“Well, as we are neighbours and I have also finally settled in, I figured that I should invite you over for some snacks and a drink to celebrate,” he answered, returning my smile.

“Sure, when would you like me to come over?” I then asked.

“How about tonight?” he suggested.

“Cool. What time suit you?” I enquired.

“Any time after work,” he stated, before concluding, “Don’t bother about cooking for yourself tonight, because there’ll be plenty of food.”

As we parted ways I couldn’t stop thinking about his strange nickname. I also presumed, that because of his ‘plenty of food,’ reference, he was most probably having a party for a few people. I also surmised that I had been invited, in case things got a little rowdy next door.

When I arrived at work I kept thinking about the neighbour I had just met. Wolverine was a very interesting looking guy. He looked little a battle-hardened warrior. He was definitely not good-looking in any conventional sense, but had a very animalistic appeal to him. I also ruminated on the fact that I would definitely not be crossing swords with him in future, because he looked like the kind of man who could tear you apart with one hand strapped behind his back.

When I arrived at his home later that day, I was totally blown away by the spread of snacks that he had prepared. Not only did they look great but they were also totally delicious, as would soon learn.

“Am I a little early?” I asked, again assuming that from the quantity of food, more people would soon follow.

“No, it’s just the two of us,” he answered.

“Wow, then who’s going to eat all of this food?” I asked, gesturing toward the snacks.

“You and me,” he answered, before resuming, “And what’s left over I will pack into containers for us for tomorrow.”

Our first evening together was most enjoyable. With every passing moment I felt myself warming to Wolverine and enjoying his company more and more. We also swapped histories as the evening progressed. He was a fitter and turner by trade and really loved his work. I then revealed that I was in the advertising business and also told him a bit about my job.

On the subject of food, once I had again complimented him, Wolverine told me that he had always loved cooking.

“I know I could never get a job at a top level restaurant, because I only do the basic stuff,” he then informed me decisively.

Later, on the subject of hobbies, I informed him that I loved reading and did so profusely.

He then told me about his amateur MMA fighting days. A year before, he had finally thrown in the towel after his injuries began to outweigh the enjoyment of his hobby.

“Although I had a good record, I always knew that I was never good enough to turn pro,” he told me, before concluding, “That’s why my face is such a mess.”

Having had a good look at Wolverine during the evening, I had made the following observations:

Although he was only five-feet-eleven-inches-tall, Wolverine had a very thickset physique. He had slightly protruding ears that were puffy from all the grappling he had done, and looked like two exotic dried fruits on either side of his head. The bridge of his nose was sunken, and as he explained; this was due to the fact that the cartilage in his nose had been surgically removed. His upper eyelids were somewhat bloated, a clear sign of past combat. In addition, he also had numerous scars all over his face.

“Please understand that I am not a thug and never look for fights. Combat for me should only ever take place in the ring and be controlled. In fact, although I can definitely handle myself, I have always avoided physical confrontations of any sort.” With a wry smile he then concluded, “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

A short while later, not wanting to overstay my welcome I announced that I should be on my way. Before I left with my container of snacks, however, which I promised to return the following day, he asked me if I could cook.

“Not really,” I bashfully replied.

“Well then I’ll teach you,” He magnanimously answered.

Before I could answer, he continued, “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you report for duty on Saturday, then we will prepare a dinner together?”

“Are you sure?” I countered, before responding to his nod by saying, “That would be great!”

As I lay in bed that night, I reflected upon the fact that I had really enjoyed the evening. I really liked Wolverine and I wondered if a friendship between us would develop. At no point had our conversation ever reached a more personal level. I was, however, totally intrigue with him and thought that he was a very sexy man.

On Saturday, our culinary session was spectacular. Wolverine was the most encouraging and patient teacher I had ever encountered. I also learned more from him than I thought possible, and it was abundantly clear that he had an incredible passion for cooking.

Although he had underplayed his skill during my previous visit, I have to say that the food he served that night was far better than any I had eaten in the fanciest restaurants I had ever been fortunate to dine at. Even the manner, in which he plated his food, was totally awesome.

During dinner, I asked about his unusual nickname. He then told me that it had been given to him early in his high school years by a wrestling coach, who said that he had the tenacity of a wolverine on the mat. He loved the nickname and adopted it thereafter. Strangely, he did not mention what his actual name was, and respectfully I didn’t ask.

After dinner, when I went into raptures bout the meal, he asked me if I would like a repeat performance the following Saturday.

“Yes, on one condition,” I answered.

“What would that be?” he asked.

“That I supply all the groceries and ingredients for our dinner,” I answered, before impish qualifying, “I’ll drop them off with you on Friday evening, so that you can pre-plan your menu for Saturday.”

With a broad smile he replied, “Fuck, yeah, I love a challenge, buddy.”

After dinner, when we returned to the lounge, I was somewhat taken aback by the revelations of his youth.

Wolverine had a very tough upbringing. His dad was a serious disciplinarian, and to quote his own words about his mother; ‘she was an overly fastidious, miserable bitch, who constantly berated him and his father.’

From his earliest memories, his parents had always been at loggerheads. Despite his dad’s strictness, he had always favoured his father and loathed his mother.

“My dad could be a real bastard,” he told me, before qualifying, “Dad often preferred the fist to the strap. My father believed that I had to be tough and enrolled me in wrestling, boxing, and martial arts classes. I really excelled in these disciplines; but, when I came off second best, I got I real working over from dad when I got home. Being a sissy was simply not an option.”

After a brief pause, Wolverine continued. “In any case, when I was ten my mother moved out. Fuck… that was the happiest day of my life. That’s when I had to learn to cook. Remarkably, as I improved my dad cut me some slack and would always praise my efforts,” he concluded with a snigger.

Trying to break the tension after the horror story I had just heard, I then asked, “So, have you ever considered marrying?”

“Fuck, no,” he emphatically answered. “I’d never allow a woman to fuck up my life.”

Later, as I was about to leave, Wolverine reconfirmed our arrangement for the following Saturday.

Lying in bed that night, I thought about the difference in our upbringings. I had grown up in a loving home with the two gentlest people in the world. I also wondered about his attitude toward marrying. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that Wolverine might be gay. There simply wasn’t any way that could happen. I simply processed the comment as one spoken by a straight guy who was happy to fuck women, as long as he didn’t have to live with one.

The following Friday evening, I dropped of my purchases with him. With a broad smile he received the parcel and mentioned that he couldn’t wait to assess his challenge.

On Saturday when I arrived at five in the afternoon, I was very excited to see what Wolverine had planned for our dinner. I was also very surprised when upon opening the door; Wolverine gave me a warm welcoming hug. In this modern day and age, however, where man hugs have become fashionable, I simply acknowledged this as signal from him that we were now real buddies.

As the preparation got underway, I was stunned by what he had planned for or dinner. A further dynamic of the process, which delighted me, was how often physical contact between us was made as one of his hands constantly caressed either my shoulder or back as we worked side by side. Much as this excited me, however, I repeatedly kept reminding myself not to read too much into it.

The dinner was incredible and from my two informative tutorials thus far, I was also sure that my pedestrian culinary skills had certainly been given a monumental boost.

As we ate our dinner, Wolverine also turned the tables on me and asked me a multitude of questions about my upbringing. I tried my best to play down how great my youth had been, but I could clearly see a look of melancholy on his face as I did so.

Much later, after I had assisted him with dishes, he said, “I am very pleased that I have met you and I really hope that we can become great buddies.”

“I really like you too,” I answered, with total sincerity.

Another hug from him now followed, but this time it was far more sustained. After a short while, he looked into my eyes and said, “Please don’t go home tonight.”

I was somewhat confused by his request, believing that Wolverine was hinting at one of those all night sessions where one sits on a chair or a couch, while occasionally dozing in and out of sleep until morning light. In all honesty, I had always been one of those individuals who believed that to rest comfortably, you have to be prostrate and comfortable on a bed.

The look in his eyes, however, dissuaded me from uttering my normal objection.

“Okay,” I replied, with great circumspection.

After we both finished the beers we were drinking, my next great surprise came about when Wolverine declared, “Well, I guess it’s time we head off to bed.

Next, at his request and in a complete daze, I followed him to his bedroom. After pulling the duvet downward, he began to strip and climbed onto the bed naked. With a look of; ‘what are you waiting for?’ in his eyes, I followed suit.

As I lay next to him with both of us looking at the ceiling, my mind was in a total spin. Feelings of excitement were fused with thoughts of total confusion as I lay there.

Shortly, I felt the fingers of his left hand merge through the fingers of my right hand. Following on that, his hand now commenced pulsation, as his grasp tightened and loosened in a sensual manner. I was so gobsmacked that I thought my heart was about to explode. For the next few minutes we just lay silently on our backs, side by side, and stared up at the ceiling.

‘Can this really be happening?’ I asked myself in disbelief.

When Wolverine began to move onto his side a short while later, his head began to move closer to mine. Shortly, I felt his warm breath on my face as our lips touched. Very gently, his tongue now commenced sliding across my mouth.

Next, his tongue pushed past my lips and smeared against my teeth. Soon, in a confused welcoming gesture, I parted my teeth to allow him greater access.

As I was about to learn and would see in future, Wolverine loved kissing. There was nothing frenetic about his approach, only a sustained languid sensuality that seemed never-ending.

Ever so gently, Wolverine now moved his body above mine as his knees pushed my legs apart. After I felt his erect cock nestle into my crotch, his hips remained motionless. His hands, however, moved upward and soon my head was clamped firmly, but gently, between his masculine hands.

As his kissing continued it felt like I had been encapsulated in a cocoon of bliss. What astonished me most, as compared to all my former sexual engagements, was that by now I would be well on my way to the finishing line. Yet with him, it felt as though we were only getting started.

The sensuality of his low groans of gratification we also totally mesmerizing to me. It was as if we had just embarked on a marathon, and the last thing on his mind was the finishing line. When Wolverine’s hips finally came to life, very slowly, I was almost taken aback.

His grinding was patient and relaxed at first, and the stimulation I was receiving was simply mindboggling. Totally under his control, the delirium I was experiencing by far exceeded any sexual encounter I had ever experienced before. Finally, when the tempo of his hips began increase gradually, Wolverine lifted his torso onto outstretched arms as his crotch rubbing gently intensified. A second thing that I would now learn about him now, was that he loved eye contact during sexual intimacy.

As his lips began to quiver a short while later, he said, “Jesus, Jonas, I’m so fuckin’ turned on that I’m about to shoot my load.”

“Go for it,” I replied.

Next, I felt an incredible warmth and slickness coating my crotch. I really didn’t mind and in fact, I found it unbelievably stimulating.

As he collapsed back onto me with his head on the side of my head, he whispered, “Sorry, buddy, but you turn me on unbelievably.”

I was blown away by the compliment.

Wolverine now remained lying on top of me afterward. After a minute or so he spoke again. “Just let me get my stamina back before we do the proper thing.”

When Wolverine eventually lifted his body on his knees and asked me to hold my legs back for him, he entered my portal in a very controlled and gentle manner. Despite the fact that he wasn’t underprivileged in any manner, I felt almost no discomfort at all. Without haste, he soon got going in his usual tranquil fashion, as his hips commenced their leisurely to and fro motion.

The third surprising thing that I would now learn about him was that he wasn’t into the rough stuff. I had wondered, given his tough upbringing, if some beast would soon shortly be unleashed. It wasn’t, and never would be, thereafter.

Once I took hold of my dick during this process, the overwhelming events of the evening finally got to me and soon I announced my eminent eruption. Without pause, after extracting his cock from my backside, he moved his body backward and lowered his head onto my crotch.

A fourth revelation now followed, when I discovered that Wolverine was a formidable cock-sucker. The blowjob he gave me was one of the most awesome I had ever received as his mouth extracted every drop of available spunk from by balls.

Instantly afterward, Wolverine reinserted his dick into me and gave me a solid fucking.

After he had come, we again lay on the bed cuddling for the next twenty minutes.

That night I made a fifth discovery about Wolverine. He had an incredible libido. We had sex a further three times. The first consisted of a sixty-nine session, before an episode with me on my stomach followed. Ultimately, our final encounter took place with me on my back once more.

When I awoke the following morning, he was lying next to me with his head resting in his hand that was anchored on his elbow. As I opened my eyes I looked into his smiling face.

“Did you enjoy last night?” he asked.

“Best ever,” I replied, with a huge grin.

With a very satisfied look in his eyes he answered, “For me to.”

Then, after a short pause he asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” replied, before my answer was followed with a long kiss.

As Wolverine served our breakfast, he said, “I made a very small breakfast for us because I’ll be doing a roast chicken for lunch.”

Before I could even think of responding, he continued, “And tonight we can have the leftovers for dinner.”

It was now clear that we would be spending the day together.

After a pause, he then persevered, “I have decided that I will buy ingredients for you to cook for dinner tomorrow, so that I can see if my tuition has been worthwhile. I give you the recipe and monitor your progress, if that’s okay with you?”

“No problem,” I answered.

After another lull, Wolverine looked at me with a slightly more serious expression, before again setting forth.

“You know, Jonas, it really is stupid for the two of us to cook for ourselves every night. We really should combine or efforts and eat dinner together daily,” he sagely advised. Then with a laugh he concluded, “In this manner, I can then really ensure that you get all the help you need to improve you’re cooking.

I was instantly overcome by a visceral feeling that I was being coerced into a relationship of sorts. By now, however, I was so into Wolverine that I was totally prepared to give it a go.

“That makes very good sense,” I sagaciously countered.

Making small talk as we washed the dishes afterward, he asked, “Seeing that I always seem to do most of the talking, why don’t you tell me a bit about your former love life.

“There’s not a lot to tell,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

“Well, I want to hear about it, nevertheless,” he replied.

I then told him about my Friday ritual of visiting a gay bar and sauna on Friday evenings, without going into too much detail. Next, I offered to take him on a visit, in case he was interested.

Wolverine then looked at me and smiled indifferently, before saying, “Nah, I’m not really interested. Why would I want to go there if I’ve got everything I need right here?”

After encasing my body, he then gently kissed me.