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  “Are we going swimming today?” asked Bobby, feeling the sweat beginning to run down his back as they kept a steady pace along the hiking trail.

  “Not today little man,” replied Butch, “We’re taking a different trail down the mountain, this one doesn’t go near the swimming hole. Do you want to take a break?”

  “Yeah, it’s getting hot.” said Bobby.

  Butch soon found a clearing which had some shade and some fallen logs where they could sit down. He pulled out a canister of water which he shared with Bobby.

  “I’ve got some questions,” said Bobby, handing the water canister back to Butch.

  “Okay.” smiled Butch. “I’ll see if I can answer them.”

  “This stuff about wolves, and packs, and things.” began Bobby. “What’s it all about? What are you hiding from me?”

  “I’m not hiding anything from you,” replied Butch quietly, “I just don’t want to scare you.”

  “Scare me?” replied Bobby. “Why would I be scared? Scared that you’re a werewolf? Scared that you’re going to eat me? Scared that you’re going to turn me into a werewolf?”

  “Something like that.” shrugged Butch.

  “Let’s imagine you were actually a werewolf,” continued Bobby, “how would you go about turning someone, turning me, into a werewolf?”

  “I don’t really know how it all works,” began Butch, “I’m not sure anyone does. But when I’ve done it before it’s happened when I’m having sex with the guy and I bite into his neck while I’m deep inside him.”

  “So, you’re saying that you’ve actually done this?” asked Bobby, “That you’ve actually turned people into werewolves?” Butch nodded. “Your boys,” continued Bobby, “the guys you call your boys, you’ve turned them into werewolves?” Butch nodded again. “Don’t they get a say in it? What about their families? The lives that they’ve left behind?”

  “There’s generally some kind of choice,” shrugged Butch, “But by that point it’s really just a choice between living and dying. Most people choose to live. If you choose the life of a wolf then your old life no longer matters – you’ll outlive everyone you ever knew anyway.”

  “What does that mean?” asked Bobby. “You’re immortal?”

  “Not exactly,” replied Butch, “not immortal, but we live for a long time, we’re hard to kill. There’s some kind of connection with the moon, some kind of magic – our cells regenerate and it keeps us strong.”

  “You live for a long time.” repeated Bobby thoughtfully. “So exactly how old are you?”

  “Not that old,” smiled Butch, “in wolf years I’m still quite young. My human life began in 1921. I was in the army, fighting in Germany when I had my first encounter with a pack of wolves.”

  “This is too weird!” laughed Bobby, “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation!”

  “How about we stop talking about all that stuff?” suggested Butch.

  “You want to get hiking again?” asked Bobby.

  “Well, we could find some other way to amuse ourselves,” winked Butch, moving closer to Bobby and wrapping his arms around the young boy.

  Despite his reservations, feeling the heat from Butch’s body and the strength of his arms around him helped Bobby to put all of his doubts, questions, and confusion out of his mind. He couldn’t deny that everything felt so right when he was with Butch.

  Bobby didn’t resist as Butch began to undress him – pulling his t-shirt up and off over his head, undoing his shorts and pushing them down so that Bobby could kick them off. Bobby was soon left wearing only his hiking boots and a pair of white briefs.

  “Fuck you’re sexy,” growled Butch, admiring Bobby’s smooth white body. Butch reached out, took hold of Bobby’s underwear and tore them from the boy’s body.

  “Ungh!” gasped Bobby, surprised by Butch’s strength, his passion. Butch unbuttoned his shorts and released his hardening cock – Bobby immediately fell to his knees and began to enthusiastically service it with his hands and mouth, kissing and licking and sucking every inch of Butch’s cock head and shaft.

  Butch took hold of Bobby, grabbing him by the hair, and pulled him to his feet. Pulling the boy close, their bodies connected, their mouths mashed together in a deep, passionate kiss, and their tongues wrestling. Butch broke the kiss by turning Bobby around and bending him forwards over one of the fallen logs. Bobby raised one of his feet up onto the log, exposing his ass to Butch, given the big man maximum access. Butch spat a mouthful of saliva directly onto Bobby’s exposed and puffy hole, using his thick fingers to roughly smear the saliva over, around, and inside.

  “Ungh…” moaned Bobby, feeling Butch’s fingers pushing inside him.

  “Is this what you want?” asked Butch gruffly. “You want more of what I gave you last night?”

  “Uh huh,” nodded Bobby, unsure if his body was ready for another pounding but eager to take whatever Butch wanted to give him.

  Removing his fingers, Butch positioned himself behind Bobby, lining up his hard cock and then slowly pushing forward, pushing inside the smaller man, slowly, inch-after-inch, deeper and deeper. Butch began to rock his hips back and forth, building a steady momentum, pushing forward and then pulling back. Each thrust forward drove him deeper and harder into Bobby’s smooth, tight ass.

  The waves of pleasure that were washing through Bobby’s body were so intense that he began to lose all sense of time and space, all he could think about was the connection he was feeling with Butch, the longing he had for him, the ache that burned inside him. Bobby could feel the urgency of Butch’s thrusts increasing, he could feel that the big man was building towards his climax. With a final thrust, as the cum began to boil up inside him, Butch pushed himself as deep as possible inside Bobby. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and let out a long, intense, powerful, howl that echoed across the mountain.

  Chapter 8

  As the days of summer rolled by, life in the small town of Dixon developed an easy rhythm. It seemed to be a never-ending succession of warm, sunny days the bright sun and clear blue skies baking the town and its inhabitants. Still settling into his new job, Sheriff Doug Cranston was kept busy, managing the day-to-day requirements of being the only sheriff covering a large expanse of territory. Most days Bobby was left to entertain himself, or be entertained.

  That first hike that Butch had taken Bobby on, into Glacier National Park, had been a total game changer for Bobby; it had rocked his world. There was a lot about Butch that still didn’t seem to make sense to Bobby. He still wasn’t sure how much of Butch’s stories about wolves and wolf packs he could believe, but to a certain extent that didn’t really matter. The sexual awakening that Butch had triggered in Bobby on that first night that they had spent in the cabin together had left Bobby feeling intoxicated, almost overwhelmed by the emotions that he felt. He felt an incredible bond, a deep connection with Butch that had quickly become unshakeable.

  Bobby seized every opportunity he could to spend time with Butch, and Butch always seemed to be available to take Bobby swimming, going for long drives through the mountains, or hikes into the national park that would last for several days.

  “Heading out again kiddo?” asked Doug, noticing that Bobby was packing his rucksack with some supplies.

  “Oh, hey Dad!” smiled Bobby, “Yeah, Butch is picking me up soon, I think we’re going swimming or something.”

  “That’s cool.” nodded Doug. “But you seem to be spending more time with Butch than you are with me. Doesn’t that guy ever need to work?”

  “Don’t be jealous.” grinned Bobby.

  “I’m just teasing.” winked Doug. “But I keep meaning to thank him for taking you under his wing and showing you around the place. I’ve been so busy with work, I’ve been worried that I’ve been neglecting you a bit or that you might be getting a bit bored in this small town.”

  “Don’t worry Dad.” smiled Bobby. “Butch is taking good care of me.” The bleeping of a ho
rn outside interrupted their conversation. “That will be Butch!” announced Bobby excitedly. “I’d better go. See you later Dad!”

  Doug followed Bobby to the door of the house and watched as his son excitedly ran to the waiting pickup truck, dumped his rucksack into the back, and then jumped into the passenger seat beside Butch. Doug smiled affectionately, a little envious that he didn’t have time to be spending the day with Bobby, but pleased that Bobby seemed to be enjoying himself.

  “Hey there little man,” smiled Butch, as Bobby slid into the passenger seat of the pickup truck. “How are you doing today?” Butch reached across and gently caressed the back of Bobby’s neck.

  “I want to jump on top of you,” grinned Bobby, “but my dad’s watching, so I’d better try and control myself.”

  “Don’t worry kiddo,” winked Butch, “I’ve found a new swimming hole for us to try. Let’s go get you naked and wet.”

  It was about a forty-five minute drive, and then a hike before they reached the new swimming pond that Butch had discovered, so by the time they reached the cool of the water they were both hot, sweaty, dusty, and ready for a swim.

  “How did you find this place?” asked Bobby, quickly stripping off his clothes and wading into the water. “It’s amazing!” The swimming pond was a deep rock pool fed by one of the mountain streams, so the water was clear, fresh, and cold.

  “My boys came across it last night as they were out and about,” shrugged Butch, pulling off his clothes and wading into the swimming pond to join Bobby.

  “Your boys,” smiled Bobby, “your pack,”

  “I’ll make you part of my pack if you’re not careful,” teased Butch, grabbing hold of Bobby and easily lifting him up and onto his shoulder. Bobby giggled, wriggled and squirmed, trying to wrestle his way free from Butch’s grip, but he knew that he was no match for the strength of the big man. Eventually Butch released Bobby and they swam and floated in the cool of the water before pulling themselves up onto the rocks to dry off in the sun.

  “Would you really make me part of your pack?” asked Bobby, obviously having been turning this question over in his mind for some time.

  “If you wanted me to,” replied Butch, looking deeply into Bobby’s eyes.

  “I never know if you’re serious or not.” sighed Bobby.

  “I’m serious.” replied Butch.

  “But does that mean that I’d just become part of your gang.” continued Bobby, “or would you like, you know, turn me into an actual werewolf?”

  “I thought you didn’t believe in werewolves?” teased Butch.

  “I don’t!” replied Bobby, “But you kind of make me feel that anything is possible. Could you show me?”

  “Show you?” asked Butch.

  “Yeah.” nodded Bobby. “If you’re a werewolf you must be able to turn into a wolf? Can you show me that?”

  “I don’t want to scare you.” replied Butch quietly. “Besides, it’s not just something that I can turn on and off, there’s a bit more to it than that. There’s also a chance that if I transformed then you wouldn’t be safe, I could hurt you, and I don’t want to risk that.”

  “Why would you hurt me?” asked Bobby.

  “When I’m transformed I’m not myself.” explained Butch. “I’m something else – I don’t have the same control; my hunger, my lust takes over.”

  “You’re scaring me,” shivered Bobby, moving closer to Butch and wrapping himself around the big man’s naked body. “But if we were having sex, if you were fucking me, and you bit my neck, then I’d become like you?”

  “That’s pretty much how it works.” confirmed Butch.

  “I might go to the pet store when we get back to town,” grinned Bobby, “I think I need to get you some kind of mouth guard.”

  Chapter 9

  Sheriff Doug Cranston was up early, busily cooking breakfast so that he could get started with his day. He knew he had a mound of paperwork sitting on his desk needing to be done, and there was no one else but himself to do it. Doug rattled around the small kitchen, getting the coffee made and frying up bacon and eggs. He thought about making some pancakes as he knew that they were Bobby’s favorite, but he decided that he didn’t have time today. Normally the smell of frying bacon drifting through the house was enough to get Bobby out of bed. Teenage boys can generally sleep for the entire day, but Bobby had always been an early riser, emerging from his room as soon as he heard the sizzle of bacon in the pan. They liked to eat breakfast together, it was one of the little rituals that they’d developed over the years. Doug always cooked the breakfast, it was his specialty. He wasn’t much good at cooking anything else, but breakfast he could manage.

  Ever since Bobby’s mother had left, Doug had raised his son as best as he could. It had never been easy, but Doug was proud of the way that Bobby had turned out, the man that he was becoming. Bobby didn’t really remember his mother, he’d been too young at the time, so the bond between father and son had been the only unshakeable thing in his life. Doug often worried that the constant moving had made it hard for Bobby to settle down anywhere and to make friends. But he always seemed happy enough, they made a pretty good team. Doug tried not to think about what things would be like when Bobby went away to college. On the one hand, Doug wasn’t sure how he was going to cope – he knew that he was going to be lonely without Bobby around. But the reality was that Doug knew that it was the right thing for Bobby to do – he had to finish his education. He had to start building his own life and he had to start making his own decisions.

  The food was nearly ready to serve but there was still no sign of Bobby emerging from his bedroom. Doug was getting impatient so he decided to hurry his son up a little. Turning the heat off under the frying pan, Doug knocked quickly on Bobby’s bedroom door and then opened it. It took a few moments for Doug to process the scene in front of him – Bobby was in bed, asleep. The blankets were on the floor. Bobby was naked. In the bed with Bobby was Butch, also naked. Butch was holding Bobby in his arms. Bobby’s body was wrapped around the big man. Doug stood there, in shock, looking at them both.

  Butch was the first to open his eyes, waking with a start as he realized that Doug was in the room, standing over them.

  “Sheriff!” said Butch, the surprise in his voice also waking Bobby. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stay all night, I guess, we kind of lost track of time.”

  “Bobby? What’s going on here?” asked Doug.

  “Um, sorry Dad,” mumbled Bobby, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, painfully aware that he was naked.

  “Actually, I can see exactly what’s going on here.” said Doug sternly. “Butch, you need to leave. Now. I need to speak with my son.” Without protest, Butch untangled himself from Bobby, rolled out of bed, picked up his clothes and quickly got dressed.

  “I’ll call you later,” Butch said to Bobby, before leaving the bedroom.

  “I’m sorry Dad.” apologized Bobby.

  “Save it kiddo,” said Doug firmly. “Now I understand why you’ve been spending so much time with Butch. Listen, it’s totally natural to experiment with other guys, all boys go through that at some stage, but it really should be with boys your own age. Butch is a lot older than you, I’m worried that he’s taking advantage of you.”

  “He’s not taking advantage of me.” replied Bobby quietly.

  “But you’ve only just turned eighteen, and you’re very inexperienced,” explained Doug, becoming a little uncomfortable at how intimate this conversation was getting. “Has he hurt you at all? Has he ever made you do anything that you don’t want to do?”

  “No, never.” confirmed Bobby. “He’s taught me a lot.”

  “I bet he has,” sighed Doug, unable to erase the image of Butch’s naked body from his memory. The size and strength of the big man made Doug shudder as he tried not to imagine how his son was able to accommodate the thick inches that Butch was undoubtedly pounding into him on a regular basis.

  “Listen kiddo,” said Doug,
“I want you to have fun this summer, and if hanging out with Butch makes you feel good then I’m cool with that. But you also need to be thinking about what comes next – you’ll be starting college in a couple of months. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you and I just want to make sure that you’re ready for what’s to come.”

  “Maybe I could defer college for a while.” suggested Bobby quietly.

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” dismissed Doug, “why would you defer college? That’s not even up for discussion.”

  “I think I want to stay here,” explained Bobby, “at least for a bit longer. Butch says that I can stay with him for a while if I want to.”

  “Bobby, listen, I’m your father.” said Doug sternly. “Butch doesn’t get a say in this. You are going to college and that’s final. I think that you need to end this infatuation with Butch, he’s clearly manipulating you and I’ve had enough of it. You are grounded. –I am not letting you out of my sight!”

  Chapter 10

  Bobby didn’t come out of his bedroom for the entire day. Doug knew that he was playing a dangerous game – he didn’t want to push Bobby away, but he felt that he had to set some boundaries. He had to protect his son.

  As the sun was slowly setting, there was a knock on the front door of the house.

  “You’re not welcome here Butch,” said Doug sternly, opening the door to find the big man standing there. “Whatever there was between the two of you is over. Bobby is grounded. End of discussion.”

  “I’m here to see Bobby,” said Butch firmly, he deep voice rumbling through the house.

  “You didn’t hear me?” asked Doug. “I said no. It’s over Butch. You need to leave now before I arrest you for trespassing.”

  “Is that what Bobby wants?” asked Butch.

  “Right now that’s not what matters.” said Doug. “I’m his father and I decide what’s best for him – you don’t get a say in that. Bobby’s future does not include you.”