by Jamie Lake
I finally knew what I needed to do and I hadn’t spoken to Japheth since earlier in the afternoon when I saw the two brothers in the clearing. I spotted him training in the woods: battle positions. That amazing muscular body rippling at every turn, flexing at every sharp move, kicking down entire trees, slicing at their bark with his claws. It was such an amazing sight to see, and a turn on, too. I tried to keep my mind focused. I didn’t even need to clear my throat for him to know I was there. Even though his back was turned, his senses were heightened to a superhuman level.
“Have you made your decision?” Japheth asked me without breaking from his routine. I watched as his body swung through air, the muscles growing taut as he practiced striking out. I made a note of his movements, wishing I had the discipline to learn these techniques, for the ability to defend myself would surely come in handy.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said, my voice going up an octave. I knew he wasn’t going to like what I had to say but it was the best way for all of us.
“So … what is it?” he asked, turning around to face me, dripping in sweat. God he looked good. That amazing face, those intense eyes. He’d make any woman, or man for that matter, very happy.
“I want to go home,” I told him, my shoulders slumping.
“Home?” Japheth repeated with confusion etched on his face.
“I can’t … it’s too hard for me to think here. I just need to have my own space. I’ll return in another day or so, I promise,” I told him. I was serious about that. I just couldn’t make such a life-changing decision in the middle of nowhere with all these lusty werewolves around. And I couldn’t do it around the two men who had feelings for, weighing on my heart.
“But it’s not safe,” he told me.
“Safe? Of course I’m safe. I’m just going home. I survived all these years alone. I’m not 13.”
“I know but …” he started to say but stopped himself. There seemed to be something else on his mind, something else he was dying to say, but he restrained himself.
“What is it?” I asked, really wanting to know what it was.
He forced a smile. “Okay, do you want me to take you there?”
He seemed to ignore my question. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been that important, I thought to myself. He was probably just over-worrying or more likely, being over-controlling like his possessive sexy brother. I just shrugged it off as such.
“Sure, I …” I started to say.
“We’ll both take you,” I heard a voice from behind me say.
I knew without turning around it was Buck. There was no mistaking that grizzled voice. Once again it seemed like we were alone. The packs of wolves prowled around in the background, going about their business. I noticed a few of them glance our way but none of them dared to interfere.
Japheth frowned at him. “Hello, brother.”
Buck grunted at him. “Where will you go?” he asked me.
“Well, maybe I could just …” I started to say. That was a good question. Where would I go? My parents had kicked me out at 17 for being gay and I really hadn’t talked to them since then. My so-called friend Max had abandoned me at that gas station and the idea of couch hopping, even for one night, was not an inviting one. I was tired of the gypsy life. I wanted a place to call my own, a place to lay my head permanently, where I could feel like I truly belonged. But as I wracked my brains, I couldn’t think of one.
“You can stay at my place until you decide,” Buck told me. By his tone, I knew his suggestion wasn’t up for debate. One of the things I loved about him was how in control he was at all times. It made me feel a sense of stability that my life had lacked for a long time.
“Alone,” Japheth added, narrowing his eyes at his brother. “Neither of us will be with you. We’ll just make sure you get there safely.”
“And since somebody set my truck on fire,” Buck said, glaring back in his brother’s direction, “we’ll grab another one and take you.”
“You have a truck too?” I asked Japheth.
“No, we’ll be … borrowing one,” Japheth said with slight humor that indicated to me grand theft auto would be on the horizon.
As we walked away, Buck and Japheth took their place on either side of me. I glanced at both of them and felt so small as they towered over me. Neither of them said anything so I had to be content to listen to their grunting breaths as we marched through the camp. Other wolves looked at us but quickly moved out of the way of the two alpha wolves. By the time we reached the truck, I was panting after having struggled to keep up with them, and I wondered how many times they had stolen trucks like this before. It was a relief when I got into the seat to ease my aching legs, but they fought about who was going to drive. I kept out of it, for once.
CHAPTER FOUR
The ride to Buck’s house was bumpy, to say the least. There was so much tension between the two men, you could cut it with a chainsaw. I, of course, sat in the middle, since neither man wanted to allow the other extra access to me. I guess I should have been flattered, but it was wearing at my heart. I didn’t like seeing families split apart. It reminded me too much of what had happened with my own family. My father always trying to be the hard-ass, trying to make a man out of me, and my mother always playing religious referee. It was exhausting and had worn down their marriage and our family in the process. My poor little brother did whatever he could to get their attention, which most of the time meant getting in trouble.
I missed him, my little brother. My parents, still to this day, wouldn’t allow me to speak with him until I ‘turned around’ – which meant stopped being gay and instead living the life they thought I should. Ridiculous. Sometimes, I was so angry with them, I’d just scream at the top of my lungs, my voice so raw that I’d cough blood, almost as though I was howling like a wolf…
Perhaps it was my destiny, after all.
I tried to hold on to my anger, at my father in particular. It was one way to justify all the pain he’d caused, but in my heart of hearts, I missed him. I missed all of them. Part of me wished I could just be normal, be the type of son they wanted me to be. I’d tried to date women, to be attracted to women, to stay away from men. I even joined one of those Bible camp clubs my mom suggested, but nothing at worked. And here I was, the object of two men’s desires: two gorgeous, unbelievably sexy and masculine werewolves. Oh, what my parents would say now.
I took a deep breath and glanced out the window at the winding road that led to Buck’s house. It wasn’t far from here that Buck had picked me up in the middle of the night, and not far from my first encounter with the wolves when I was only a teenager. It made me chuckle inside, to think that the world out there knew nothing of these wolves and their tribe, that to them, the woods were just filled with darkness and trees and mystery. Little did they know of the raw passion hidden in the depths of the woods. Their lives went on as normal with all their petty, small problems, while I was caught in a deadly love triangle.
Buck’s jaw clenched shut. I could see the veins in the side of his temples, the strain on his jaw. I knew it took his everything to be that close to his mortal enemy and to remain silent. I could smell the musky scent from the two men, their pheromones seeping in the air. God, I loved that smell. It was such an unbelievable turn on. Between the two men, I had to fight fantasizing about being with both at the same time. Both men were incredible lovers. Buck was more dominant, more possessive, more in control. He liked to play dominant submissive roles that serviced my need to please. Japheth, on the other hand, was more romantic, more passionate; though when he was in heat, he could be enraged, angry, almost violent, so uncontrollable that it bordered on abusive. I wasn’t so sure I liked that version of Japheth but the idea of being with both at the same time was such a turn on. I soon found my mind drifting and I imagined
Buck on a bed – any bed, really. I could see him in my mind, staring at me with that look. His dominant gaze always sent my heart racing. He w
as so powerful and so demanding, I was left to follow his instructions. I wanted to do nothing more than please him. My pleasure was derived from his.
“Why do I have to choose?”
Japheth was behind his brother on the same bed. I held both of their attention, their eyes following mine from one to the other.
“Why should you choose? Don’t you want us both?”
“Yes, let that brute pound you while I make love to your mouth?”
I shivered at the words, even if they were only an idea. I could feel Buck slamming his engorged cock inside of my ass, ripping and stretching my insides deliciously.
I watched the large man rub his hard cock through his pants. He looked at me and grinned, knowing that my ass was clenching. I knew I wanted him inside of me again, just one more time. I couldn’t choose. They each had something I wanted.
In my mind, I walked up to Buck. Japheth was on the other side of the bed. I lay down between them and snuggled in. Buck watched my body like he was taking inventory of what he owned. Japheth looked at me with the love and tenderness that I had gotten to know. I craved each side and wished I could have them both. In my mind, they didn’t fight. They were both eager and willing to please me.
Buck stroked himself faster and licked his fingers while he watched me. He eyed me like a possession. I did not touch either one of them. I waited to see who would make the first move. I didn’t want to because the other person might get mad. Instead, I pulled my button open and unzipped my pants.
Raising my hips to shimmy out of the pants, I could feel two sets of eyes on my revealed cock. I was hard and there was already a small amount of pre-cum coming out. Buck growled to my right and his brother moaned. Their noises turned me on and made me want them both more.
I choked my cock in my hands and started to slowly stroke it in front of the two men. They stared down at me, and even Japheth started to touch himself. He, too, was becoming turned on like Buck, and I knew he was dying to pull his pants off. I watched his fingers fall to the front of his pants and slowly undo the several buttons that held him in place. He moved back from me and got up off the bed. He jerked his pants down while he held my gaze.
“You do not think this can satisfy you?”
I looked over at his large piece that unfolded from his pants. His hand moved over it slowly while Japheth started to rub the bottom of my ankle. Just the soft touch and the huge cock was enough to make my cock jerk in my own hand.
I could hear Buck becoming disconcerted next to me. He had lost and was soon standing up on his own side of the bed. My head turned towards the man and watched him reveal the exact same massive cock that his brother had. The two were identical, but the use and power behind them were like night and day.
Buck moved his hand forward and grasped the edge of my chin. He turned my face closer and bent down to kiss me hard. His mouth claimed mine and I was left gasping for air. The hand on my ankle was forgotten. The man’s tongue in my mouth was the only thing I could think about. His thick tongue dominated mine and I was melting.
Japheth’s hands were becoming more insistent and moving up my leg slowly. The swirls were smaller and he used his sharp nails to add a hint of pain to his movement. He tried to get my attention back and he was doing a damn fine job of it. The higher he got on my thigh, the more distracted I became with the heated kiss. I gasped in Buck’s mouth when I felt the weeping head of his cock slide onto my calf.
His hips moved forward and I could feel his hot shaft rutting against me in slow movements. I remembered the way he felt deep inside of me and I was half tempted to break the kiss with Buck. I wanted his length in my hand, to feel the soft, velvet touch of his engorged cock.
Buck seemed to sense my change of heart and one of his hands came down to tweak one of my nipples hard. His fingers manipulated one side and his mouth came down on the other. While one nipple was being squeezed and rubbed between two fingers, the other was being abused with the man’s teeth.
I was free to moan and I did so. The hot mouth on my thigh was hard to deny or ignore. Japheth’s tongue lapped at my tender inner thighs and each lick intensified my own touch. Buck’s hands were running up and down my hard stomach.
It seemed the two men had found an impasse. One man was coaxing the bottom of my body while the other one was dominating my top. My mouth ached for Buck to thrust his huge cock deep down my throat, but he didn’t. His hands and mouth left me cooing and trembling with the two men’s touch.
His tongue left my nipple and I heard myself whimper. I wanted it back and urged his head. He brushed me off and moved down my body. His tongue lapped at my rigid abs and my stomach fluttered with the touch. Instead of pressing him back, my hands urged him down. I curled my hands into his hair and gripped the silken strands. My breath was coming out in little gasps and my mind was overloaded.
Japheth quickened his pace against my rough leg. I could feel the contrast of my hairy calf and his silken rod. There was heat emanating from his cock and it burned the skin that it touched. His hand brushed mine away and I was left to grip the blanket underneath me. I looked past Buck and watched the brother lick his palm several times. He licked his fingers fully into his mouth and then leaned down over my body. I felt his hot breath blowing on my length, making it jump with excitement.
I thought for a second that he was going to take me into his mouth. The idea drove me and my hips wild. I thrust forward and cried out when, for a split second, I felt the soft pillows of his lips against my tender head. He pulled back and didn’t give me the relief I needed. He would not allow me that.
I did get the reward of his spit-slickened hand on my shaft. He grabbed my length hard and started to squeeze the blood up to the tip. I cried out again. His hand felt like heaven and when it started to move, I may have saw stars.
“Please, Japheth! You know how I like it.”
The man knew exactly how I liked it and he started to move up and down my length. His grip was hard and his fingers opened up on each downward stroke. My cock head slid between the fingers and the roughened skin added extra stimulation to the hood. I groaned out again and I couldn’t help but thrust my cock into his big hands.
Buck continued to lick and suck and bite my chest. His stimulation was not lost on me, but his brother’s hands were dominating my mind. His hand squeezed the very tip of my cock as it came up. He drizzled some spit onto his hand and on my surging cock. The extra wetness let my shaft move in his hand faster and with more ease. His hand picked up the pace and his grip tightened.
My length felt suffocated in his hand and he was crushing my head. Buck found the other nipple and was now nibbling on the turgid, dusky tip. His teeth were extra hard and pinched the sensitive skin between his pearly whites. I moaned and thrashed against the two men. They were wreaking havoc on my senses and I could do nothing to stop it. Nor would I have wanted to if I could have.
“Dammit.”
At that moment, I felt Japheth’s tongue come out and lick the top of my engorged head. His hands continued to stroke my length hard and fast. I rutted up into his mouth and his hand stilled as he took the purple mushroom head into his warm cavern.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Buck said to me, breaking me away from my fantasy.
“Oh, nothing,” I said, trying to cover my hard-on with my hand, squirming awkwardly in the seat. I could feel crimson flush my cheeks and I was just glad that it was dark so my complexion wasn’t easily visible.
His eyes shifted and a smirk spread across his face, a sexy smirk that told me he knew I was thinking of something sexual, something he wanted to help me live out in reality. Japheth looked at Buck with disdain. He swung a corner hard and fast, as if to knock us both off balance.
He squeezed my shoulder and said, “You alright?”
The feel of his strong hand on mine felt so amazing. “Uh, yeah, I—” I started to say.
“No touching,” Buck said sternly.
“I was just squeezing his shoulder.
Lay off,” Japheth defended.
“No. Touching. Do it again and I’ll give you a squeeze myself, right around your throat,” Buck threatened.
Japheth snarled at him.
“Oh, we’re almost here,” I said cheerfully, hoping to change the subject.
The two men seemed to sense what I was doing and stared straight ahead. Silence descended upon us again, but now I was too tense to let my mind drift back into my sizzling fantasy. We were only about a block away from the Victorian houses that seeded the old neighborhood. Japheth parked so suddenly in front of Buck’s house that I almost hit my head on the dashboard.
“Hey, cool it,” Buck said.
“Nice dump,” Japeth said with a sarcastic smirk on his face.
“That dump is where I’ll be raising my family one day. My own family,” Buck added.
“You always insisted on living like the humans do,” Japheth said, as if that were a bad thing.
“I don’t want to live in the sticks anymore. These are modern times and we can do a lot more good living amongst them than—”
“Sellout,” Japheth spat.
Buck snarled so loudly and suddenly it scared me. I could see the bones in his body protruding, his claw inches out, hooking in terror, ready to strike.
I pushed my body back, my Adam’s apple bouncing as I swallowed hard.
“Can I go now?” I said quietly.
The two men relaxed a little; only the labored sound of their breathing could be heard. For a moment they had forgotten about me, and all that had been present was the old sibling rivalry that went back many years before I was born. Buck’s body started to retreat and conform back into human form. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to seeing that. It was the type of thing where I tried to look away but I couldn’t, and I watched as his body transformed back into a man. He yanked on the truck’s door handle and it opened. He unbuckled his seatbelt, sliding out as I unbuckled mine. I slid to the edge of the seat and he helped me down, placing one hand around my waist and the other on my arm.
