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  1. WolfM

    Chapter 2

    Being so early in the story I'm going to take the evasive approach here and leave all the great questions you asked as speculation for everyone. I will say Thank You because its cool seeing that just two chapters in is causing you to ask all these potential questions about what might be happening or going on and what is to come. ;-)
  2. WolfM

    Chapter 2

    Thank you Wolf :-)
  3. WolfM

    Chapter 5

    Thank you Wolf.
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    Chapter 5

    Thank you Tim
  5. When I saw the description of this story it kind of caught my interest so I bookmarked it to come back to later. Then I started reading it and got hooked by the time I finished Chapter 1. Now 5 chapters in I'm only taking a break because I have to do other things or I'd be doing a marathon reading session since this is one of those stories you just can't put down. The writing and characters are great and for lack of a better term, lifelike. I'm really enjoying this and can't wait to read more very soon. Thanks for sharing it.
  6. The wolf had gone out on his own, needing time away from the rest of the pack for a run through the forest. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being around the others; he did, and many of the younger wolves looked up to him. One or two of the older wolves in their group on the other hand he could definitely use time away from. He would attend to his duties with his pack, but for now, he just needed time to himself, time to relax and fully enjoy these mountains. He followed various game trails with no direction or destination in mind, letting different scents on the breeze guide him. He was running for the sheer pleasure of the run. He caught the scent of a human nearby. It was obviously a younger male, but there was something different about this one and he couldn’t figure what it was. The scent filled his senses with a longing and a need to follow him. He cautiously tracked this person and eventually caught sight of him. He tried to stay out of sight as he didn’t want to scare the human. The wolf was surprised to find it looked to be so young; at first guess, he figured maybe fifteen or sixteen. He appeared to be in good shape and had a shaggy head of blond hair, though the wolf thought he seemed a little thin. He followed the human pup from a good distance back to where it was camping. It didn’t take long to realize the boy was out here all alone. There was a look of loneliness in his eyes as he picked up some tattered papers and seemed to be reading something. Occasionally, the teen would look up at the sky as though he were wishing to see something. After observing him for a while, the wolf quietly ran off to rejoin his pack mates. He couldn’t get the scent of the human off his mind though. He knew he would be going back to see this young pup again. Once back with his pack mates, the wolf returned to his human form and dressed before enjoying a relaxing evening around the campfire. Over the next several days, the wolf would go between spending time with his pack mates and tracking the young human he had seen. He could not quite figure out why his inner wolf kept seeking out this stranger. His wolf kept telling him he should know, but was almost enjoying not giving the more human portion of his mind all the information to put the puzzle together. Somewhat frustrated, he set out to see what the boy was up to. It did not take him long to find where the teen was hiking. He was surprised to find him doing so in the nude. Briefly thinking about it, he could not blame the human as it was a nice day and was a great way to work on a full tan. He had to laugh when the blond stopped to pleasure himself while thinking he was all alone. After it had finished and licked away the results, he followed the boy from a distance back to the human pup’s campsite. He watched from the brush as the boy washed up in the stream before lying out in the sun to dry. With his attention on the human, the normally stealthy wolf accidentally stepped on a twig causing the teen to look in his direction. Even though he could not be seen, it appeared the blond was looking into the brush for him. The boy moved into the shade and sat with his back against a large tree. The large wolf watched as the human pup become aroused and almost as if he were putting a show on for someone, began to again take care of his hardness by hand. Once finished, the wolf tried to make his escape but the boy saw just enough to figure it was a wolf that had watched him. As he was running off, he was able to hear the boy exclaim, “I just jacked off for a fucking wolf.” The scent the teen gave off during his arousal, as well as his semen, filled the wolf's nose and was forever imprinted in his mind. By about the third day the wolf wanted to get a little closer to this young human he found so intriguing. After following the boy again back to his campsite, he sat near the edge of the clearing the teen was using. The wolf watched as the boy washed up and got a drink from the nearby stream, then sat down in the shade of a large tree. Although he didn’t want to scare him, the human pup’s eyes got big when he noticed the large black wolf sitting nearby. He could smell the fear coming from the boy and also see him starting to shake. Trying to set the teen at ease, he laid down and watched the young eyes staring back at him. He would occasionally rest his head on his paws acting as if the boy were not even there and closed his eyes to the point the human would think he was sleeping. He eventually got up, slowly and carefully walking towards the frightened man pup. When he reached the boy’s side, he sniffed him a few times, truly loving the scent. The young human started shaking even more as the scent of fear filled the air so the wolf leaned in slowly, licking the teen’s cheek before laying down at his side, nuzzling his arm, and working his huge head under the trembling hand. His inner wolf was ecstatic having the human pup touching him. The wolf portion of his mind told him this was their pup to look after and care for. He eventually felt the boy’s fingers start to move, scratching the top of his head, feeling so good just behind his ears. The teen was telling him how beautiful his wolf was. Glancing up, he could see the loneliness he had seen in those blue eyes, at least for the moment, was gone. Sheer awe replaced it as they looked at the wolf he continued to pet. The wolf picked up the scent of his pack mates on the breeze and ran off quickly so perhaps they wouldn’t find his human friend. He went back later to check on the boy and found him sleeping, most likely exhausted as a result of his encounter with the big wolf. Thinking the teen might not manage to find himself anything for dinner, he took off and easily caught a rabbit, which he brought back to the pup and left near his feet. He returned to visit the boy several times over the next couple of days, following him as the teen went hiking, or sitting next to him as he fished. His pup would start speaking to him like you would to any friend; rattling on about nothing in particular, just talking to fill the time. He loved when the boy would reach over on his own to scratch his ears or rub his belly as he’d lie next to him. He sat with the boy as he fished and watched him catch two nice trout. The teen carefully cleaned them both, prepared one for himself, and fed him the other one. His human friend was feeding him, which made him all kinds of happy he couldn’t understand. The wolf truly enjoyed spending time with this young human. After a nice afternoon with the boy, the wolf picked up a scent on a shifting breeze and jumped to his feet looking around while scenting the air. He knew right away who it was that was nearby and it pissed him off knowing he had been followed. Out of all the wolves he was camping with, this was the one he actually disliked. Zeroing in on the intruding wolf, he glared and let loose a low but threatening growl warning the other wolf, “Stay clear of this human.” Looking back to the boy, he again saw fear in its eyes. Giving his pup a quick lick on the cheek, he ran off into the woods. Running almost full out he could still smell the other wolf a ways ahead of him. Reaching their own campsite he shifted back into human while looking around for the one that intruded on his time with his human. When he agreed to go on the trip, he didn’t realize Michael would be there as well. They were both the same age, had played the same sports in school but had never become friends, and seemed to rarely be friendly. Aiden believed in doing what was best for the pack and his pack mates while Michael was developing and attitude of entitlement thinking he was better than everyone. Michael expected he would one day become the next Alpha of the pack. The two had fought on more than one occasion always with Aiden coming out the winner. Aiden looked around for Michael and after finding him chatting with one of the others in their group, walked over, grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him away while saying he wanted to talk to Michael… “Now!” The two exchanged words with Michael thinking it was all a joke, “It’s just a human, what do you care? We’ll be gone in another day and never see it again.” Acting like he was trying to make peace with Aiden, Michael went and grabbed two beers from the cold stream, after opening them, he walked back and handed one to Aiden. Aiden accepted the offering in the hopes this issue would be settled peacefully. After drinking about half he knew something wasn’t right. The alcohol would have no effect on him, but his vision was getting blurry and he was having a hard time standing up. About the time he collapsed, he realized Michael had drugged the beer, most likely with Wolfsbane extract. A few moments later, Aiden blacked out. When he came around, it was dark out and he realized he had been bound. He could hear some of the others talking about how someone had found a lone human and thought it would be fun to make him the prey for the full moon hunt. He heard someone asking if they’d seen him and the response was that Aiden was making sure the human didn’t wander off. While Aiden tried to get himself free, the others shifted into their wolf form, and took off into the night. As the effects of the Wolfsbane wore off his strength returned and he was able to break his bonds, finally freeing himself. He shifted into his wolf form and ran as fast as he could to the boy’s campsite. When he arrived he found the others approaching his pup who had rolled into the fetal position on top of his sleeping bag. Michael was in front of the group, growling with teeth bared and moving in on the human. Running and jumping over the top of the boy from the opposite direction, Aiden’s fur brushed the young pup’s body as he stood at the side of what was his. He made sure his tail stayed in contact with the boy, hopefully reassuring him a friend was there to protect him. He took an attack stance between the teen and the rest of the wolves; the group stopped moving as they looked amongst themselves unsure why one of them was putting a stop to their fun. All the wolves except for Michael backed away from the human. Growling louder and baring his teeth, Aiden tried to force Michael’s wolf to back down. After briefly cowering to Aiden in front of the others, and apparently trying to save face; Michael attacked. The two wolves fought viciously for several minutes. Rolling around, they ended up beside the boy; Michael changed his attack towards the human and sank his teeth into the its leg causing the pup to scream in pain. In a fit of rage, Aiden knocked Michael away from his pup and pinned him to the ground on his back with Aiden’s powerful jaws wrapped around Michael’s throat, ready to snap it if he made the wrong move. It took every ounce of control Aiden’s human side had to prevent his wolf from killing Michael. Michael stopped struggling and assumed the position most wolves consider the most humiliating form of submission, on his back with his legs up going limp. Aiden released his grip on Michael’s throat and looked over as his young human friend started going into convulsions. Everyone had started shifting back to human form including Aiden who jumped over to the teen’s side. Aiden Held the small body as it went limp, telling him, “I’m so sorry. It will be okay,” just before the boy fell unconscious. ****** When Ethan woke, he shot up in a panic and screamed. He quickly realized he was inside a building of some type. He took a little time to look at his surroundings and try to figure out how he had gotten there. It looked to be a log cabin and he was lying on a bed. Light filled the room from an open window on one of the walls, letting a nice breeze fill the room with fresh air, and giving him an escape route if one was needed. He started to move and immediately felt a sharp pain in his leg. When he pulled back the blanket, there was a bandage wrapped around it. He also noticed he was wearing a pair of his shorts. For the life of him, he couldn’t think of how he got there, wherever there was, or remember what happened to his leg. He knew he must have gotten hurt and someone had found him. He suddenly felt embarrassed wondering if he had been found naked or not. Shortly after he woke up, a huge man walked through the door and saw Ethan was sitting up. He was the quintessential mountain man right down to the heavy beard, plaid shirt, and suspenders. He saw the fear and panic on Ethan’s face, so he held up his hands to try and show he wasn’t a threat. “You’re safe here. My name is Caleb Alexander, and I’m pretty much the doctor around here. I’ve been looking after you since you were brought in.” He seemed to give Ethan a minute to let that sink in while taking a seat near the bed. “Can you remember what happened?” Ethan kept staring at him nervously and shook his head. “Can you tell me your name? Would be nice to have something to call you now that you’re awake.” He just barely got out; “Ethan,” before his voice cracked and he realized his mouth and throat were dry. Caleb got up and poured him a glass of water. After Ethan had taken a couple small sips, Caleb asked, “Well Ethan, do you mind if I take a look at your leg?” Ethan nodded his approval; Caleb removed the bandage and inspected the wound. When he was done, he wrapped a new bandage on the injured leg. “It’s looking much better today. After we get a little food in you, we should get you up and walk around a little,” he said with a smile that somehow didn’t look right on his scruffy face. There were so many questions Ethan wanted to ask, but wasn’t sure where to start so he went with the obvious one, “How did I get here?” “Some hikers brought you here after they found you,” he said. “I guess all my stuff is lost now since I don’t really know where I was before,” Ethan said with a sad voice. Caleb smiled again, “All your things are over in the corner as far as I know. I think they packed up your belongings before bringing you here to me.” Ethan kept trying to figure what questions he should ask next and blurted out, “What happened to my leg?” “What do you remember or what is the last thing you remember,” he asked. “I don’t know. Growling I think. A lot of growling,” Ethan answered. He saw the recognition on Ethan’s face as he remembered, “I got bit by a wolf. They were about to attack me and one tried to protect me.” “Judging by the wound on your leg, you definitely got bit,” he paused for a moment before continuing, “As to the rest, only you know. It’s rare to have a wolf try to protect the prey from the pack so you’re very lucky.” Ethan told Caleb about ‘his wolf’ and how he’d follow him while he was hiking and laid next to him at his campsite. He even mentioned the rabbit the wolf brought him to eat. “Well, it sounds like you’ve got quite the friend out there,” he said smiling. Ethan got a nervous look on his face when he said, “I don’t know how I’m going to pay for you talking care of me. I don’t have any money.” He got up to leave the room while telling Ethan, “The hikers that brought you in took care of that already and the forest service gives me supplies in exchange for service to people like you.” A short time later, Caleb came in, suggested Ethan get up, and they could walk out to the main room to have lunch. He didn’t realize until then just how hungry he was. Caleb helped him stand up and he slowly put weight on the leg with the bite. It hurt, but not as much as when he first woke, so it wasn’t enough he couldn’t walk on it with a little help. It really wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. After they had eaten, Caleb asked, “So, how you feeling? Want to try walking around some and see how that leg feels?” “Yeah. That sounds good and I’m actually feeling better. The leg hurts, but it’s not that bad,” Ethan replied trying to act brave. They walked out to the front porch of the cabin and Ethan looked out over the valley before them. It was a breathtaking view. He didn’t notice at first, but realized there didn’t seem to be any electric lights out on the porch or anywhere else around. Everything looked to be old oil or gas lamps. The more he looked around, the more he saw how rustic this log cabin was. Caleb could see the question forming in Ethan’s mind and answered before he could ask it, “Nope, there’s no electricity here other than a small solar and battery unit.” After some of the usual small talk about how Ethan ended up in the mountains and how long Caleb had been living here, Ethan asked, “How long will I need to stay?” “Depending how you feel, I’d say you should be able to go tomorrow or the day after. The bite is healing pretty quickly and doesn’t really look that bad,” he said. “It seems to be clean with no infection setting in.” They had a really good venison stew for dinner. Caleb was a good cook considering he was using a wood stove. When he noticed Ethan starting to doze off, he suggested the boy head off to bed. After a while, he finally fell into a fitful sleep having dreams of being attacked by the wolf pack. Almost at the edge of the dream were images of the wolves turning to people after they’d attacked him, and ‘his wolf’ looking down at him with those sorrowful, yet beautiful eyes. ****** The next day, Ethan woke up bright and early. He helped Caleb make breakfast. After, Caleb checked the leg again. “It doesn’t look like it needs to be bandaged anymore.” Caleb had him walk around for a while to exercise the leg and they walked a short distance into the woods before returning to the cabin. After another good dinner, Ethan turned in early so he’d be rested to leave the next day. In the morning after breakfast, Ethan gathered up his things and got ready to head out, “Thank you for everything you did for me, Caleb. I still feel like I owe you something for all this.” He smiled, “Think nothing of it. Just take it easy on that leg and if it starts to hurt or you feel tired, sit down and rest.” Ethan assured him he would and left the cabin with Caleb watching from the front porch. When Ethan was out of sight, Caleb picked up a satellite phone and placed a call to an old friend of his. After getting the usual pleasantries out of the way he became rather serious, “He seems like he’s fine considering he was viciously attacked by group of your wolves. If he remembers anything other than being attacked and bitten, he isn’t saying and didn’t give me any reason to think he does.” He listened to the other person before continuing, “There was no reason to keep him here any longer since he appears to be fine now, so I had to let him go. His scent didn’t show any signs of being turned and I couldn’t find any other indications of the change starting in him, but if there is, it is your responsibility! We’ve been friends for a long time, but if you can’t keep those damned pups under control and teach them respect for others, they won’t be welcome around here anymore, territory or not!! From the scent of the bite, your son is the one that attacked him. At least one of the boys came to the defense of this kid and tried to protect him from the others.” Caleb also related what Ethan had told him about one wolf befriending him in the days leading up the attack. Again, Caleb listened to what the other person on the call had to say then voiced his final opinion on the subject, “It disgusts me that those pups would pick on and attack a defenseless boy like they did, human or not. I know you do a good job teaching your pups respect and never to bite a human. This one received a bite in an attack and it did break the skin on his leg. I just hope that somehow he hasn’t been turned and left on his own to find out at the next full moon. We both know the mortality rate for someone’s first shift like that. I’m guessing that by the next moon there is going to be a lonely young new wolf or a dead human. “I understand why you do these trips for the pups and the one that befriended the boy sounded like he took those lessons to heart; care for and protect others, show leadership and all that. Thankfully, he stopped this from getting much worse. Unfortunately, your son hasn’t learned that same lesson, nor have the others that followed your son to attack the boy. I also understand that the adults that come along camp a ways from the pups and keep an eye on things. Obviously, this time, someone wasn’t watching enough or those boys are good at hiding what they’re getting up to. Because it’s your pack, I won’t send a complaint to that Lycan Council of yours.” Caleb was quiet while listening to his old friend promise to get to the bottom of what happened and punish those involved. “Goodbye, my friend”. After turning off the phone, he walked out onto the porch and sniffed the air. Not smelling anything, he undressed and shifted into a good size black bear and took off into the woods for a much needed and relaxing run.
  7. I never spent much time reading poems before running across yours. I look forward each time you add more. Thanks for bringing one more element into what I read.
  8. WolfM

    Chapter 1

    Thank you Henry.
  9. WolfM

    Chapter 5

    Thank you Dragon. Getting an emotional response for anyone reading is a huge compliment to me.
  10. WolfM

    Chapter 5

    Thank you Henry
  11. WolfM

    Chapter 5

    The nice weather didn’t hold out for long as storm after storm pounded the city. I finally had to abandon my home by the river due to rising water in the James River. I wandered around the downtown trying to find a new home. I knew enough to stay well clear of the Capitol Square area when finding a place to sleep. Work could be lucrative around there, but you had to be careful. I learned from others that it wasn’t worth the trouble. If you’re caught you would get hassled or arrested for vagrancy. After all, you can’t have the beauty of the grounds of the state capitol marred by the presence of the homeless. People might think there was actually a problem then. I headed towards the other end of downtown even though I didn’t like that it was more parking lots than anything. I liked my home by the river even if it was cold and wet,. It had been my spot since I came to town and the sound of the water always put me at ease. I walked around the Jefferson Hotel checking it out and made my way to the back. I found an area that looked promising as it was fairly well protected. I thought I would be able to get out of the rain and at least stay dry. I was happy that the kitchen seemed to have its own dumpster so I wouldn’t have to go through all the hotels garbage to try and find something to eat. It felt strange to be surrounded by so much concrete after a couple months of living on the banks of the River. The relative shelter was nice. However, it wasn’t calming like the sound of the water or the greenery of the brush and trees. Still, I didn’t have to listen to trains occasionally traveling directly over my head. I scoped out the area taking note of where any security cameras and lights were located near the dumpster. I also watched for what day the trash was picked up. I had to be constantly alert and ready to hide from any employees. I quickly found one benefit to being by the Jefferson in December was they seemed to have a constant stream of holiday parties. That meant a lot of pretty good stuff getting tossed out. I did my best to stay out of site when any employees came out to dump their trash. The last thing I wanted was to get chased off or picked up by the police. I don’t think I would ever get use to getting my meals out of a dumpster though, but the hotel’s food was good. When you have few choices you do what you have to do to survive. I just kept asking myself, “Did I really want to survive?” As the hotel, and for that matter, the rest of downtown began to come alive with Christmas decorations I started to slip back into a deeper level of depression. I had always loved the holiday season. It’s just not as much fun when you are by yourself. I kept up my routine of going to the Y and that helped keep me focused on living. I would sometimes spend a little while just floating in the pool in between swimming laps. Some of the staff, especially Jason, tried to talk me into turning myself in for getting placed in foster care but I figured I’d just end up in a group home. I made it quite clear that wasn’t going to happen and I would run before it did. They didn’t try to force the issue since they could keep somewhat of an eye on me at least if I was around. It was a situation no one was particularly happy with. The Christmas season brings out the best and the worst in people. Most just go about their lives without noticing the changes, but when you spend your days watching people you begin to pick up on it. I did my best to stay as much of a ghost to people around me as I could. Blending into the background as much as possible was fairly easy. A very few people who did notice me would hand me a few dollars or not charge me for buying a small amount of food. I couldn’t just give up on what I felt was morally right if I saw something that I might be able to prevent. There’s the unwary Christmas shopper who doesn’t pay attention to the man about to snatch her purse or bag of gifts. When it happens they are usually unable to do anything about it and most of the crowd around doesn’t want to stop and help. Taking on the attitude of it’s not my problem or I don’t want to get involved. They are somewhat more willing to help when a careless teen running through the crowd happens to accidentally trip the purse snatcher knocking him to the ground before disappearing into the masses. The Christmas season also seems to bring out more frustrated husbands and fathers looking for something they aren’t getting at home. Worse yet, for something they wouldn’t dare try at home. I just hope some of the fantasies they would talk about to me were something that was never going to happen around their own kids. If I would have been willing to fulfill their fantasies I could have made fortune or more likely ended up dead. Although I had gotten pretty good at removing myself from the job at hand, I didn’t want to do it any more than absolutely necessary. That didn’t stop me from sometimes hooking up with five or six guys a day of the opportunity presented itself. Money is money. Each time I told myself, “This is survival, not a career.” Some of the sick and twisted things these normally upstanding men would request made me glad I was not part of their family as well as reinforcing my mistrust in people. ****** About two weeks before Christmas I was out walking in the evening and went past Gail’s restaurant. I don’t think I was even paying attention to where I was going, just walking to clear my head. She happened to be outside taking a cigarette break and saw me before I realized where I was. I wanted to run off, but she called over to me saying Hi. I walked over to her. The voice was as gentle as ever. “Hello, Matt. How are you?” She eyed me carefully. “I’m okay.” “None of us have seen you since Thanksgiving. Chad’s been worried about you.” She stamped the butt of her cigarette out. “I’ve been worried too.” I’m doing okay. Really. I just haven’t been to this end of town in a couple weeks.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, Ma’am. I want to thank you again for Thanksgiving dinner. I had a good time.” “Chad seemed to enjoy your company too. He’s a very nice boy. You make a cute couple.” I think she could see the hurt in my eyes at the mention of his name. “Did something happen?” “I don’t want to talk about it, Ma’am.” She let it go. “I’ll tell him I saw you. Let me get you something from the kitchen.” She was about to go in, but I stopped her. “Thank you, but I’ve already eaten tonight.” I don’t think she believed me, but she didn’t say anything. ****** I knew Andrew and Dan wanted me to spend Christmas with them. I had been calling regularly to let them know I was okay. The closer it got to Christmas I started figuring times when they wouldn’t be home so I could just leave a message instead of talking. Depression and pride were getting in the way of me having any kind of holidays. I was quickly slipping into a place I didn’t want to be and no matter what I did I was losing ground on pulling myself back out of the black hole I was in. A part of me knew I’d be safe with Andrew and Dan, and they had told me they wanted me there. In fact they had insisted that I spend the week there. I kept telling myself I wasn’t their problem. I just wanted to be alone and away from everyone. The food supply from the parties at the Jefferson was no longer of any interest to me and I eventually left the relative safety and dryness along the building and made my way back to the park, to my riverfront home. The park was muddy and wet from the rain and the river was running higher and faster than normal. It was miserable out. The weather was cold enough that everything iced over at night. The days weren’t much better and it seemed the sun rarely came out. A lot of the areas homeless were spending the nights at emergency shelters due to the frigid temperatures. Because of my age, the shelters were not an option for me. I would have likely been put in juvenile custody with the possibility of eventually being forced into a group home. My mood and depression kept getting worse and worse. The longer the bad weather lasted, the darker my moods became. More than once I thought if walking into the river and letting the water take me. I was already sick from being soaking wet all the time with no way of being able to get dry or warm. The continual winter storms weren’t helping my health or depression any. I did still try to stay warm but little I did seemed to help. A very large part of me was hoping I would freeze to death in the night. I stopped going to the Y even though the hot showers there did help and it got me out of the cold for a while. The down side of going to the Y was I’d always have to leave and head back out in to the cold. I stopped eating at one point and just didn’t care anymore what happened to me. ****** We had a bitterly cold storm come through that started with heavy rain. I cursed the skies when it turned to sleet. It seemed the heavens heard my complaints and responded with hail. I covered my head as best I could while getting pelted with chunks of ice. Freezing rain followed as the storm intensified. It had already lasted for several days and showed no signs of letting up. When it turned to snow I was moderately thankful for something soft and gentle falling from the sky. The park turned white. Things were icing over and not even thawing during the day. The water on my clothes had turned to ice as well. Just over a week before Christmas I was soaked to the bone with little interest in trying to get dry or find even the slightest warmth, not that I had any dry clothes left. I just sat in my home, the brush along the river, shivering from the cold. I felt very sick and the fever I was running made me even colder. My fingers were blue and I watched the ice around me grow thicker. I had reached the point where I had given up and had no interest in living anymore. I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to die soon. I felt at peace seeing a light snow falling and thinking how beautiful everything looked turning white. I knew it was my last night alive and was thankful for the sites of winter before me as I waited for the night to take me. The sounds of the river were soothing and helped me finally drift off to sleep while my body began to succumb to the elements.
  12. WolfM

    Chapter 1

    Thank you Onim, I'm happy you enjoyed this first chapter. More to come soon.
  13. WolfM

    Chapter 1

    Thank you Cannd for the kind words. Just you saying it "drew you in" and you felt like you were along on the trip is about the best compliment I could get. Stay tuned for more to come.
  14. WolfM

    Chapter 4

    Thanks for the thoughts and comments. Perhaps with the choice of trying to trust someone and staying on the streets the fear of misplaced trust is greater than the fear of going it on his own. Only time will tell.
  15. Ethan Scott tires of life in the city after several years of living on the streets and decides a trip to the mountains is the change he needs. Little does he know what direction that change will take.
  16. Ethan Scott leisurely made his way along an old game trail as he hiked through the Blue Ridge Mountains. He had recently left Richmond for the first time since arriving three years earlier. Life on the streets had been hard and he figured he needed time away from the city; time to think, time to decide what he wanted to do next, and even time to find himself. Maybe he’d be lucky and this little trip might turn into something as close to an adventure as someone like him could have; just being away from the city already felt like he was on a journey into the unknown. Life in the city had been lonely even though there were always people around. Now that he was away from everyone, Ethan thought there might finally be one advantage to living on his own, with no real friends and no family to be tied too if he decided to up and go, there was nothing to stop him and nobody to miss him. That thought saddened him though because he knew no one would care if he wasn’t around or if he never returned to Richmond. Maybe a couple of people would notice he’d gone, but they’d quickly find a replacement for Ethan. When he finally made the decision to leave town, he packed up the few things he had into his backpack and started walking. Once he was near the interstate, he decided to try hitchhiking towards the Blue Ridge Mountains. He had wanted to go there ever since he saw pictures of the mountains in a magazine he’d found in a dumpster while scrounging for food. Hitchhiking was a risky option, but it was better than trying to hike the entire way. He’d gotten rides from a few people; some willing to take him some distance and others just picking him up in hopes of quick sex before dumping him on the side of the road as quickly as possible. Once he got close enough that he couldn’t find any more rides, he started out on foot, hiking towards Shenandoah National Park. He had to admit it was beautiful, more so than pictures could show. It was a different kind of beauty from the mountains and forests he remembered from when he lived in Seattle, but it sure was a nice change from the concrete jungle of the city. In a way, Ethan wished he’d made the decision to come to the mountains sooner. He really didn’t know why he stayed in Richmond as long as he did. He guessed it was partly because he was afraid to leave and partly because he’d learned how to survive on his own there. Ethan had been living on the streets since he was fifteen when his father kicked him out upon finding out about Ethan being gay. Home life had never been particularly great, but it was a roof over his head and meals to eat regardless of his father’s indifference to his existence. In the three years that had passed, he felt like he was doing okay and had managed to take pretty good care of himself most of the time. He knew where he could usually find something to eat or a place to sleep for the night. He had to do things he didn’t like for money, but selling himself at times also meant he could eat. He never really thought he would make it to his eighteenth birthday and now that he had, he still couldn’t see a future for himself beyond life on the street. A small part of him hoped it would be a major thorn in the side of the old sperm donor if he knew Ethan was still alive. He had hiked past several campgrounds after arriving in Shenandoah and was able to scavenge quite a few things campers had thrown out. He felt lucky when he ran across an old frying pan that just looked like it needed a good washing; a small pot and a fold-up campfire rack were a lucky find as well. It was all easily tied onto his backpack. He was surprised by all the things people threw out that to him still looked to work fine. The cheap fishing rod and box of hooks was a real find as far as he was concerned; the only thing wrong with the rod was it needed the fishing line untangled. Not wanting to stay around where people were or get caught as a non-registered camper at any of the national park campgrounds, he moved deeper into the mountains thinking if he needed to scavenge more he could always return. ****** Spring in the mountains seemed to truly be a bountiful time he thought. There always appeared to be plenty to eat and he was getting better at fishing as well as catching small animals like rabbits and squirrels for a little meat every now and then. It’s a good thing he actually paid attention on those scout survival campouts he used to get sent on. He had worried about being able to find things to eat, but he had managed to rarely go hungry. He knew there were bigger animals around, animals that could hunt him for their next meal. Fortunately they had left him alone, so he made sure he left them alone as well. Regardless of any danger some creatures of the forest might be, to Ethan, the best part of all in being here was he hadn’t seen any other people in quite a while. Every once in a while, when the winds would shift, he’d smell smoke on the breeze from a campfire off in the distance though. He spent most of his days hiking, exploring and collecting what the forest provided that he could eat for a day or two; never taking more than he could use and not letting things go to waste. He’d been trying to only spend a day or two in one spot before he moved on, not wanting to leave too much of a mark on the land to show he’d ever been there. If he got tired of hiking, he’d find a nice spot and pull out one of the few books he had with him and read about dragons, a young vampire prince or other such nonsense as his old man used to call it. Even though he knew it was all fiction, at times he wanted to believe maybe there was something more out there than what we see in our day to day lives. He was finding another benefit to being out here all alone in the forest when the weather was so nice, was there really wasn’t a need for much in the way of clothes. One day, after washing up in a stream and laying out to dry, the feeling of the sun on his skin was so nice, he figured since no one was around why mess up a set of clothes that he was going to have to wash later. It didn’t take long to get comfortable walking around in just his boots, always keeping a pair of shorts handy just in case he met someone. He gave a small laugh as he thought maybe he liked it because it went against everything he’d been taught was acceptable. Or maybe it was just a rebellious exhibitionist streak within himself coming to light for the first time. Besides, people had told him he had a decent body. He may only be 5’6” and weigh in around 135 pounds, with blond hair and deep blue eyes, but it was all trim and tight from years of swimming, sports, martial arts, and lots of walking. As long as he was not running into other people, he was definitely liking this. The nights here were peaceful beyond description. That’s not to say it was completely quiet. Not by a long shot. The sounds of the crickets and other animals made it easy to fall asleep. It was such a nice change from the noise of a busy city. He loved the sound of the wolves and coyotes the most. For the first time in years, Ethan felt at peace with himself. ****** He realized at some point he was good and lost, but surprisingly, it didn’t really bother him. He had come here to more or less get lost and maybe find himself in the process if he was lucky. By watching the sun, it was easy to tell what direction was what and he had been traveling northeast away from the national park. He was just trying to enjoy himself for a while. There was no need to deal with city people that were usually just looking to take whatever they could from you. No creepy guys trying to offer him cash to have sex. Fortunately, he left all that behind in the city. Out here, it was just him and nature. He found a clearing with a wide stream running past that had fish in it. The sun was nice and warm, the sound of the water was so relaxing, and there were berries and other things close by for food. After washing up in the stream, Ethan laid out on the grassy bank to let the sun dry him. He could feel the smile forming on his face as he laid there with his eyes closed and realized it was the first time in a long time he had truly smiled. Being a teenager lying naked in the sun, it was pretty much a guarantee he was going to easily get hard. Since there was no one around and he didn’t see any reason to not take care of it then and there, he took matters into hand and laid back to enjoy a slow leisurely strokes as images of sexy men came to his mind. After keeping himself on edge far too long, he finished and promptly dozed off. When he finally woke up, he rinsed off in the cool water of the stream and went to pick berries. A couple of times he thought he heard animals fairly close, but whenever he looked to where the sound came from he never saw anything. He went hiking a little ways from the clearing and found a cool spot on top of some rocks a large boulder that gave a beautiful view of the area. He could see further down the stream and it looked like a couple of coyotes getting a drink. It made him wish he had a camera. The more he watched, he realized they weren’t coyotes. They must be wolves, he thought as these were bigger and their color was different, plus he didn’t think coyotes went in groups or packs. If there were wolves nearby, he hoped they’d leave him alone. As evening wore on, he could pick up the faint scent of smoke from a camp fire. With the light breeze there was no telling how far away it was. He managed to catch a fish from the stream, made his own fire, and cooked it up for dinner. Full and happy, he laid back and listened to the sounds of the forest. The moon was shining bright and looked like it would soon be full. After making sure the fire was out and cold, he crawled into his sleeping bag and went to sleep. He woke to the sound of a snapping twig close by. It wasn’t the first time some animal had ventured close during the night. He figured it was a deer or something like that, so he laid there trying not to scare it or draw its attention to himself. After a short time, he heard it move off and he went back to sleep. He knew he probably wasn’t the smartest person when it came to camping out in the forest, but figured if something is going to happen, it would happen. ****** The following day was more of the same. Wash up, find a handful of wild berries close by to snack on, do some hiking, work on an all over tan, and see what he could catch for dinner. He thought he caught sight of the wolves he’d heard at night off in the distance from one of the higher spots he found, but it was so quick he couldn’t be sure if he saw them or not. He headed back towards his campsite and along the way started getting hard, so he did what any teenager would do and stopped to take care of it. He thought he saw movement in the trees a couple times, but it in no way distracted him from the task at hand. Once he reached camp, he did a quick wash up and lay out to dry. In a way he felt like he was being really lazy, but he told himself this was his reward for the hell he’d been living through for the last couple of years. He quickly let those thoughts go and just enjoyed himself. He heard movement a ways back in the trees and slowly sat up to look around. He couldn’t really see much since he was in the sun, but he was sure he saw something more than a shadow. He moved into the shade of a tree and took another look around. As his eyes adjusted, he was definitely sure something was there. He sat back against the tree and would occasionally look in the direction he thought the animal was. Whatever it was, it seemed to be lying there watching him. Feeling like a bit of an exhibitionist just sitting there naked while something was watching him, he started to get a semi. Then thinking about it a little and laughing at himself that all it takes is a breeze blowing over him, Ethan went from semi to full-blown hard. He started putting on a little show for whatever it was back in the brush. It didn’t take him long to hit the point of no return and he thoroughly enjoyed the finish. When he was done, the animal quickly got up and ran off. He would have sworn it was a wolf he’d just seen. He had to laugh as he thought, “I just jacked off for a fucking wolf.” This seemed to go on for another couple days. On the third day, he had been out hiking again and came back to camp feeling like he was being followed. He tried his best to ignore it and kept walking. When he got there, he went over to the stream, got a drink, and did a quick wash up. After he finished and moved over to a spot to sit down, he could see a very large pure black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing just inside the tree line. A wave of panic washed over Ethan thinking it was going to attack him and he could hear little else but the sound of his pounding heart. It took him a while to realize it could have attacked him at any time if it really wanted to and he started to calm down just a little hoping it would leave him alone. They both stayed there for who knows how long, quietly watching each other. He couldn’t help thinking how beautiful the animal was. He’d loved wolves for as long as he could remember and now he was getting to see one that wasn’t captive in a zoo and wasn’t far off in the distance. It watched him and stood there not acting at all aggressive. Ethan wasn’t going to press his luck by doing anything and knew better than to try and run from it. After a little while, it laid down but continued to watch him. It would occasionally lift its nose and sniff around then look back at him. It finally got up and started to slowly walk towards Ethan; moving like it was stalking its prey. Ethan stayed as still as he could, just watching the wolf and wishing his knife or something else he could use to defend himself was within reach. He was sure it could smell the fear coming off him. As it got closer, Ethan could tell it was a he. He walked right up to Ethan, started sniffing him, and gave a few huffs. Ethan was shaking in fear thinking he was about to become a wolf snack. It stood right at Ethan’s side and he had to look up at the wolf as it looked down at him. As if he was trying to put the boy at ease or deciding if Ethan would make a tasty morsel, the beast licked the side of his face and proceeded to lie down and nuzzle his snout against the boy’s arm and hand. This was a dream come true for Ethan, getting to be this close to his favorite non-mythical creature. He was still too afraid to move, so the wolf took the lead and worked his nose under Ethan’s hand, lifting it until he slid his head under it. He laid his head back on his enormous front paws seemingly happy with the boy’s hand on him. Ethan’s fingers slowly started to work again and he gently rubbed the wolf’s head and scratched around his ears. It was kind of fun seeing his ears twitch. The fur on his head was soft, much softer then he would have ever thought. As Ethan scratched his head, he quietly talked to the wolf telling him how beautiful he was, like it could really understand anything he said. After spending a while letting Ethan scratch his ears and head, the wolf got up, sniffed the air while looking around, and ran off into the woods. Ethan sat there trying to figure out if it had all really happened. Had a wolf really come up to him? Not just a wolf, but an enormous wild one. The whole event ran through his mind over and over. Ethan still couldn’t believe it happened, but he could still smell the creature’s scent on his hand; it had truly been a dream come true. After the adrenalin rush started to wear off, Ethan got very tired and laid down to take a nap. It was just coming on dusk when he woke up. He was a little mad at himself for having slept away the afternoon. He hadn’t tried to catch anything for dinner so it was going to be a meal of berries. As he started to get up he noticed a rabbit at his feet. When he looked closer and saw it wasn’t moving, he realized the wolf had caught dinner for him. He looked around, but didn’t see or hear the wolf anywhere. Ethan picked up the rabbit and proceeded to clean it and cook it. As night came, he could hear the wolves howling in the distance and the sound brought a happy feeling to him. He said a silent thank you to the wolf for dinner and went to sleep dreaming of his new friend. ****** Ethan hadn’t planned on staying at the same spot this long but the food around the area seemed to be plentiful and the recent company was nice. He saw the wolf from time to time while hiking as if he was making sure Ethan was okay. If he sat somewhere, the wolf would walk up to him, lick his face, and lay down next to him. The wolf rested his head in the boy’s lap and Ethan became uncomfortable when the wolf’s hot breath made him hard. Ethan finally got up and started walking back towards camp, talking to the wolf the entire time. When they got there, Ethan got his fishing pole and sat along the stream with the wolf at his side. He kept up his one sided conversation and the wolf seemed like he was listening to everything that was said. He caught two nice rainbow trout, cleaned them, and cooked one for himself. He sat down to eat his and gave the other to the wolf. The wolf happily ate his fish and watched Ethan while he ate his. As if something had shocked him, the wolf quickly jumped to his feet and started sniffing the air. He let out a very low growl while looking around. He looked at Ethan briefly who was again shaking with fear, gave him a quick lick to the side of the face, and ran off into the trees at full speed. Ethan was feeling tired and couldn’t concentrate when trying to read so he decided to turn in early. He put out the fire and dowsed it with water to make sure it was cold. Just after dark, he could see the moon rising. Tonight looked like it was going to be a bright full moon. In the distance, he could hear the wolves. It seemed like each time he’d hear them, they would be a little closer or maybe a little louder. The sound made him happy because every time he heard the howls he’d think of his wolf. He felt like it was the first real friend he’d had in a long time even if the wolf didn’t know it. Ethan went to sleep feeling very happy. ****** Something woke him up during the night. He could see the bright full moon overhead and as he looked around he could see the moon reflecting off several pair of eyes. Ethan’s blood ran cold with fear as he heard several deep growls. The glowing eyes slowly started stalking towards him and the lead stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight followed by several other wolves. One wolf was ahead of the rest and he couldn’t tell if his wolf was in the group, but it didn’t matter one way or the other because as they got closer, he could see them baring their teeth. Ethan curled up in the fetal position hoping to protect himself what little he could as best he could, knowing he was about to be attacked. It had been a warm night, so he was on top of his sleeping bag, not that it would have provided any additional protection to him. He heard the growling getting louder and closer. He couldn’t bring himself to look up as he didn’t want to see his end coming. He suddenly felt fur brush over his side as one of the wolves jumped over him from the opposite side. It seemed to place itself between him and the rest of the pack with its tail touching Ethan. The growling grew louder as the fur moved away and was no longer touching him. He opened his eyes and looked to see his wolf and the lead wolf from the pack fighting. His wolf was trying to protect him from the others. It forced the other wolf to back away from Ethan. The others seemed to be moving away from the clash, no longer growling or snarling at Ethan. It was as if they were just watching the battle and didn’t know what to do at the moment. As the fight moved back towards Ethan’s side, he hid his face and pulled himself into an even tighter ball. He felt the teeth sink into his leg and screamed out from the intense pain from being bit. He heard a yelp and the one that bit him quickly let go. When he looked up, he saw his wolf had its jaw wrapped around the neck of the attacking wolf. With the battle was over, the black beast dragged the wolf that bit him away. As Ethan’s wolf released the other, it rolled onto its back with paws in the air and appeared to go limp in submission. He thought he saw the wolves start to shift and turn into people as his body was racked with convulsions. Others were pulling their defeated leader back while the one that had been his wolf was looking down at him with a sorrowful look on his face. This human version of his wolf knelt down and gently held Ethan, telling him, “I’m so sorry. It will be okay.” Soon after, everything went black as he passed out.
  17. WolfM

    Chapter 4

    Thanks wolf for the great comment and for taking the time to read this. Like in a wounded animal, trust can be illusive when you are never sure of someone's motives.
  18. WolfM

    Chapter 4

    Thanks, Tim. I guess I'm on the right track if I can cause an emotional response. Thanks for your continued input and giving me the courage to continue to post this story.
  19. WolfM

    Chapter 4

    After the incident in the park I knew I needed to find something to do with the cash I was earning. I tried to be careful with my money and only spent when I really needed something. Most of it I was saving for the proverbial rainy day I knew would eventually come. If I happened to have a good few nights working, I’d sometimes end up with a couple hundred on me. It just wasn’t safe keeping that much where someone could try to rob me. I thought about Andrew and Dan as I pulled their cards out of my pocket. After a long struggle with myself, I called them to ask their advice. I hadn’t seen them since the night I stayed at their house. Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave for only calling because I needed something. I wasn’t sure if they’d even remember me. I finally found one of the few payphones that still worked and called. Andrew answered and I explained who I was. I could hear the smile in his voice as he told me how good it was to hear from me. Both he and Dan had hoped they would hear from me again. He asked if I was okay and I assured him I was. I said I felt bad for not calling sooner and I also felt bad I was calling because I needed some advice. He was happy to help out and asked where he could pick me up. I told him where I would be and within an hour we were on our way back to their house. We talked for a little while before Dan got home from work. Andrew hovered over me making sure I had anything I needed. “We’d gone out looking for you several times. You’ve been on our mind a lot since we met.” I sat quietly, not sure if I really believed him. “After you went to bed, we talked about calling CPS for your own good. If you’re not with us, you should be in foster care.” He could see I was getting ready to bolt, just in case they had called to have someone come over while I was there. “No, we didn’t call anyone. We knew if we did, you’d run and never have any trust in us. You might realize someday it was because we care, but it could create more harm than good.” “It was hard knowing you were leaving here and going to live on the streets.” Andrew sat beside me and placed his hand over mine. “We worried what would happen to you. That you’d fall in with the wrong people or end up dead.” “I want to trust you guys. There were so many times I pulled your card out of my pocket.” I cradled my face in my palms. “After what my parents did to me, I’m scared to trust anyone. I can’t let myself get hurt like that again, especially this soon after them. I wanted to stay with you, but if you guys had done something, I probably would have killed myself.” “We do understand. No one should go through what you did. It’s the only reason we let you go.” Andrew placed his hand on my shoulder. “As much as we want you to trust us, only you can get yourself there.” Dan finally made it home and gave Andrew a hello kiss. He walked into the family room and saw me. Dan ruffled my hair then pulled me into a tight hug. While hugging me he whispered, “I’m happy you’re here.” That was enough to get my tears going again. We all talked for a while and I finally told them I needed their advice. I glossed it over a little and said I’d been working odd jobs when and where I could and I didn’t want to just carry the cash around with me for fear of it being stolen. I didn’t mention that I had been lucky and narrowly avoided just that. I knew I couldn’t just open a bank account because of my age and not having any identification other then my military dependent ID, so if they had any suggestions I’d be grateful. It didn’t take long for them both to tell me I was staying for dinner. Dan disappeared for a few minutes and returned saying they thought they had a solution, but wanted to ask the source before he said anything. A little while later, there was a knock at the door and Andrew got up to answer it, returning with a man probably in his mid 40’s. Andrew introduced the man. “This is Chuck. Chuck, I’d like you to meet Matt.” We all talked for a bit while Andrew periodically checked on dinner. Chuck kept eyeing me. I think trying to figure why I was there. They had caught up a little bit when Dan changed the subject. “We had an ulterior motive for inviting you over tonight as we need your input on a problem for our young friend here. We don’t want to propose anything that would be illegal or a violation of your company policies, however Matt is in need of a bank account. The problem is he’s a minor and doesn’t have parents or guardians that can open the account for him.” They began to tell him a little about me; how I ended up in Richmond and that I was living on the street. The man eyed me carefully. “What are you doing for money?” “I do odd jobs for people to get by.” I sat there feeling very uncomfortable especially when I thought he understood most likely what the odd jobs probably were. Chuck thought about my problem for a little while, he then looked at me. “If you were to have a bank account, how would you plan on using it?” “I just want someplace I could put the money I earned working. Maybe save up to eventually get off the street. I don’t have any real expenses other than occasional food, laundry, and clothes. I just want someplace where what I earn can’t be stolen or lost.” Andrew had gone into the kitchen and Chuck followed him shortly after. Dan was telling me that Chuck is an old friend of theirs and a good guy who they were sure could help me. He gave me a stern look when I told him I didn’t want to cause any problems for them. I also thanked him for the money they had slipped in my backpack when we met. Despite his protests, I said I WAS going to pay them back for that someday. If they didn’t want it, they could use it to help someone else out when I paid them. Dan then changed the subject trying to distract me from the conversation in the kitchen. Chuck’s voice rose. “What’s the deal with this kid? It’s not like you to bring someone like that into your home. You know what he’s probably doing for those odd jobs. Are you guys having sex with him?” I couldn’t make out what Andrew said, but I could hear enough of his tone to know he was upset. “Why haven’t you called CPS? How could you let him stay on the street?” Chuck tried to be a little quieter. “That boy should be in foster care or a group home.” I walked to the kitchen and glared directly at Chuck. My voice was heated with a little fire. “These guys have been great to me. Even though I would have gladly had sex with either or both of them if they asked, because of my age and the fact that they met me right after I got put out on the street, they wouldn’t allow it to happen. They don’t want me on the street, but I’m too stubborn and won’t take advantage of their generosity and caring because of a situation my parents caused.” I paused for a moment as my anger built. “I’m NOT going to live in a group home or foster care with someone that doesn’t give a damn about me other then what they can get paid for me being there. I’ll take off and head to another city if I have to before that happens. They know that which is why they haven’t turned me in.” Tears streamed down my face as I gave Andrew and Dan a hug. “I’ve got to get out of here. I’m sorry I caused a problem with your friend. I’ll try not to wait so long to get in touch again.” Before I could leave Andrew’s hand grasp my shoulder. “Dinner’s ready and your getting a good meal before you go anywhere.” He turned towards his friend. “As for you, Chuck, you may be an old and close friend, but when you’re in this house you’ll treat Matt like he really is our son!” They both smiled at me and pointed to the dining room table. Damn those tears can start easily sometimes. Dinner was fairly quiet, but the food was wonderful. Chuck apologized to me after dinner and gave me his card. “You can come by the back anytime and I’ll help you get an account opened. One of you two will have to take responsibility for the account.” “Thank you, Chuck.” Andrew hugged his friend. “I’ll be by in the morning to sign whatever you need me to.” The guys offered to let me spend the night, but I declined although I really wanted to. “We don’t want you on the streets or doing the work you might be doing.” They presented a united front. Both of us really want you to stay here. We’d be happy to have you make this your home.” I promised I would think about it some more but knew my fears and stubbornness would win out. Before Dan drove me back downtown, they gave me a new high tech sleeping bag that when it was folded up got real small plus a new winter coat. They got them hoping they would find me and just in case they couldn’t convince me to stay. I gave them both big hugs and was crying again when they asked me if I would come spend Thanksgiving with them. I showed them the card from the restaurant saying one of the employees and the owner invited me. I was torn up over which invitation to accept, but Dan saved me from having to decide and said with the number of people they were having over, it might be a little overwhelming for me. “But you are staying with us over Christmas and New Year’s Eve whether you like it or not.” I was to call them no matter what from now on a minimum of once a week to check in and let them know I was okay. I agreed to their terms. ****** A couple days later I went into the bank and met with Chuck. He had the paperwork ready that Andrew had filled out. I felt much better after I got my bank account opened. Chuck did proposition me once the transaction was complete. I politely declined. “Andrew and Dan would be mad at both of us if they ever found out. With how nice they’ve been I don’t want to keep secrets from them.” That seemed to scare him enough that we agreed to drop the matter as if it never happened. I now had someplace to try and save my money while still having access when I did need to buy something. It was a relief not having to worry about losing it. For me it was a major step in taking my life back to some level of normalcy, if any part of being homeless is normal for a sixteen year old. I might not be doing legitimate work by most people’s standards or even by mine, but it was about the only thing I could do. It beat sitting on a street corner asking for spare change. Begging was something I wasn’t prepared to do yet. Besides I thought it would draw unwanted attention to me. I quickly learned where the best locations were to work, and how to avoid problems. I always tried to have an exit plan for any situation I got into and worked with the policy of cash first only. I did develop some regular clients. A few were married and I hoped that by using me they kept their hands off of their own sons that they talked about. There would also be the occasional gay man that tried to convince himself I was eighteen. With the weather rapidly getting cooler, some of the long term residents of the park taught me tricks for keeping warm. A few of them felt it was their responsibility to keep an eye on the kid. I was grateful for that because they made it clear to some of the others that I was off limits. I found out word had gotten out what I did for money and a few guys had thought about ganging up on me, raping me, and taking any money I had. Some thought they could whore me out. If it wasn’t for my damn pride and mistrust in people, I could be sleeping in a warm bed and have two loving dad’s taking care of me. Maybe even finish high school and not have a care in the world. I would settle for my check-ins with my fairy god mothers , who despite their disagreement on the subject respected that no matter what, I felt it would be taking advantage of them. ****** I thought the worst part of being homeless was when it rained. There is nothing quite like being completely soaked from a cold rain, trying to find some dry doorway that I wasn’t going to get chased from. In Seattle, I loved going out in the rain. I didn’t mind one bit getting soaked to the bone. The difference now is I just can’t get out of it so my clothes end up being cold and wet which made me that much colder. After several hours or even a couple days it becomes very unpleasant. Even if you do manage to find shelter for a little bit, more than likely someone is going to chase you away from the little patch of dry heaven you found. I know it’s not good for business owners to have us homeless people hanging around their doors and I’ll freely admit some can be rather unpleasant in many ways. The weather greatly limits the food you can scavenge as it just makes what little you find inedible. The rain also meant there wasn’t going to be any work or at least not from the level of customers I had gotten use to. The ones that were available, I had to significantly drop my prices for. When I said I thought the rain was the worst, I was wrong. By mid November we got our first ice storm followed by snow. There is just no way to warm up from that. If you’ve never been in an ice storm or freezing rain or whatever you want to call it, one of the byproducts of the storm is it tends to knock out the power from ice heavy tree branches falling on power lines. With no power, the Y periodically didn’t open, so I couldn’t take refuge there with a hot shower or a chance to work out and use the pool. Laundry mats are about the same. No power to run anything so can’t dry any of my spare clothes and change into something warm. Most times I would just find some quiet spot and hope that I could freeze to death in my sleep. A nice and peaceful end so I could be done with all this. No such luck though. If the God my mother held in such high regard does exist, it would seem that he wasn’t quite done with me yet. On the really cold nights when you can almost watch the puddles of water freezing over, I would have happily burned in hell for eternity just to be warm again. Word would get around our community about who didn’t survive the cold nights. It was usually someone who had already been sick and finally succumbs to the elements. ****** A couple of days before Thanksgiving the weather was miserable and it had been raining for a week straight. On Wednesday the storm broke up and we finally had some sunshine again. It was still cold, but with the sun out you could at least get warm. I put on my last set of clean dry clothes and went to do laundry. After that I went by the Y to shower and do my work out. The staff there had all gotten use to seeing me and even though I kept a low profile I still didn’t go unnoticed. A few of them asked me what I was doing for the holiday I shrugged my shoulders. “Someone invited me to dinner, but I don’t know if I’ll go or not.” “Why wouldn’t you go?” “I’d feel out of place going to a nice dinner. I’m shaggy and scruffy.” It didn’t seem to affect my ability to find work, I just didn’t like the way I looked. I also said, “With the Y being closed tomorrow I wouldn’t be able to shower or anything so I don’t know what I’ll do yet.” He let me get back to my workout When I’d finished and was heading out, the staffer I had been talking to handed me a card for a barber shop that was nearby. “Be sure to tell him I sent you over. He has fair prices. If you’d like to be able to get showered and cleaned up for your dinner, I can let you in for a little bit around ten tomorrow morning.” I couldn’t help it and gave him a hug saying thank you and I’d see him in the morning. I found the barber shop. It was just around the corner from the Y. Looking in the window there were just two people in there and one of them was a customer. I cautiously opened the door making a bell on the door ring. Both the guys looked in my direction and the barber smiled. “I’m almost done. Have a seat and I’ll be with you shortly.” I took off my backpack and sat down feeling nervous. I knew I had enough money in my pocket for a haircut, but I had gotten very tight with spending on anything. This seemed like an unnecessary expense. He finished with his customer. “You can hang your coat on the hook along the wall.” After getting me in his chair he started the usual questions about how did I want my hair cut? I tried to describe what I usually had done and he began clipping away. I guess all barbers are masters of small talk and mentioned he hadn’t seen me around before. “Jason at the Y told me I should come here.” He kept working and smiled. “I thought as much.” It didn’t take long and he was finished with my hair and picked up an electric razor. “Since tomorrow’s a holiday, may as well give you a nice clean shave if you don’t mind.” “I know I can pay for a haircut, but I don’t think I’ve got enough on me for a shave.” He just laughed. “It’s not like you have that much to shave, so don’t worry about it.” He was right I could probably get by with shaving once every other month. When he was all done he pulled the cover way from me. “That will be one dollar.” I looked at him blankly and pointed to the sign showing haircuts were ten dollars. His smile never faded. “Tomorrow’s a holiday, so today is our one dollar special day for anyone Jason sends over.” I paid him the dollar and was having a hard time fighting off those damn tears. He wished me a Happy Thanksgiving and I thanked him and did the same. In the morning I found a market that was open. I bought a few pieces of fruit to hold me over for the day. I walked around downtown until it was getting close to 10:00 a.m. when I went over to the Y. Jason was just pulling up across the street when I got there. He waved and ran over. “Don’t let anyone know I did this for you.” Just being me I stopped in my tracks. “You’ve already been so cool to me. I don’t want you to get into any trouble, so let’s just skip it. I’ll see you after the weekend.” He was one of the friendlier staff at the Y and was one that had never tried to get me to do anything. He frowned at me. “Not a chance. I’m not giving you an excuse to not go to that dinner you’re invited too. Now go hit the shower.” I was quick about it and got cleaned up. Part of me expected to see him come into the shower or at least looking in watching me but as far as I know he didn’t. I put on the best clothes I had in my pack and was finished in no time. When we got to the door to leave, I couldn’t help myself and hugged him. “Thank you.” He returned the hug and sent me on my way. I had a few hours to kill, so I found a nice sunny bench and snacked on my fruit, just enjoying the warmth of the sun. Being a holiday there weren’t that many people out which was kind of nice. Occasionally someone would zoom by on a skateboard or a couple would be taking a walk hand in hand. I kept wondering if I should really go to the restaurant. My damn pride was telling me no it wasn’t right, but the rest of me was telling me it would be rude not to go. This time, my pride lost out. I showed up at the restaurant about the time it said on the card and found the door locked. I figured something had changed and started to walk off when I heard someone open the door. The guy told me he was sorry, but they were closed for the day. In the background I heard someone yell something to him and he apologized. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realized you were one of our guests.” He held the door open for me and I quietly thanked him and walked in trying to make myself as invisible as possible. The owner greeted me with a smile. “Matt, I’m so very pleased you joined us. I wasn’t sure if you would or not. Chad is in the kitchen helping out, but I know he’s going to be thrilled you’re here.” I could barely find my voice, but thanked her. She told me if I liked I could set my backpack down and take off my coat. I finally did and she had given me a little time to adjust to the small group somehow keeping others from coming up to me. Chad came out of the kitchen and saw me. He was smiling from ear to ear when he saw me. He came over to me and tentatively gave me a hug, “Matt, it’s cool that you came. I really didn’t think you would, but I kept hoping.” I was having a hard time holding myself together. The owner, who I finally found out her name was Gail, came over and as Chad took my hand, she guided me over to the group and started making introductions. After she got through naming off everyone, she waved her hand towards me. “Everyone, this is Chad’s friend Matt.” Chad added. “And hopefully my date for the night.” I know I turned a couple different shades of red and just before my emotions completely let go I bolted for the door. I stopped before going outside and sat down next to the host’s podium by the door trying to hide myself. I couldn’t get a hold of myself and kept crying. Chad only let me go for a minute before he came over and knelt in front of me taking my hand. He didn’t say anything but just sat there with me. I won’t even try to guess how long I cried for. When I started to get control of the waterworks, Chad gave me something to dry my eyes. We sat there a little while longer and I know Gail was periodically looking over to make sure everything was alright. Chad finally asked me, “You feel up for doing this? If not, we can always take off.” I shook my head. “I think I’ll be okay. I just didn’t know I was coming as your date and it kind of overwhelmed me.” “I’m sorry for surprising you like that. Are you sure you’re okay?” I nodded and we walked back over to the group who all looked a little concerned. Chad had his arm around my shoulder saying everything was cool and it was just a little overwhelming for me. The only time Chad left my side or wasn’t in some kind of physical contact with me was when he went into the kitchen to help bring out dinner and Gail stayed by my side while he was gone. Dinner was wonderful and I’m surprised I didn’t make myself sick with how much I ate. I had been eating, but I didn’t realize just how hungry I was. No one said anything and treated me like I was meant to be there. For a little while I started to forget what my day to day life was like. After a couple hours the group started to break up. I thanked Gail and did my best to fight off more tears. Chad and I walked out to the parking lot. He leaned into me and surprised me with a soft kiss on the lips. “I can’t stand the idea of you being on the street. Especially tonight. Would you… Would you come home with me?” I think he could see the mistrust in my eyes, which I desperately tried to hide. “I promise the most that will happen is we might cuddle. But only if you’re okay with it.” I enjoyed being around him and it felt so good to have someone close to my age wanting me around. I told him okay, so we got in his car and headed for his apartment. It wasn’t very far and to most people it wouldn’t have been anything special, but it was his first place and he was very proud of it. We sat and talked for several hours, about what he was doing in college and a little about me and what I did, mostly about me working out and swimming at the Y. He knew my parents had kicked me out and why, but he asked a few more questions about it. He told me he he would never come out to his parents for fear they’d react like mine did. I told him how it happened and how my dad beat me before kicking me out. When we were both feeling tired he suggested we go to bed. I was getting nervous, but following his lead I stripped down to my underwear and got under the covers with him. He pulled me up against his chest and was spooning me and running his hand over my chest. It didn’t take long before I felt something poking me. I tried to ignore it at first, but I could feel it throb once in a while and I started to tense up. He ran his hands over my stomach and gradually moved them lower and found that I was hard too. I think he took that as an okay to move forward and began grinding his hard-on against my ass. I jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. He got out of bed, concern covering his face. “What’s wrong? I thought you were enjoying it” “I’m sorry. This was a mistake. I didn’t come here for sex. I should go.” “You don’t need to go. Let’s talk about this. Please stay.” “I’ve got to go. This is my fault and my problem. I can’t do this.” He finally got a little mad. “You cuddle with me and got just as hard as I did. You wouldn’t be hard if you didn’t like it. When I start to play you get upset? Talk about being a fuckin’ tease. I thought we were having fun.” “I told you I wasn’t looking for sex. I like you and thought you were a cool guy. Not just for what you did for me but because you wanted to hang out. I just wanted someone to want me for me, not want me for sex.” He stared at me like I’d grown horns. “I want you for you and yeah, I want to have sex with you. I think you’re hot and you turn me on. I can’t help that. I wasn’t planning for sex, but we were both hard. You make me want to do everything with you.” I gave him a sad look before turning away. “I’m sorry if you think I gave you the wrong impression, but I can’t do this. It’s just better if I go. Thank you for the best day I’ve had in a long time.” I got my coat and backpack and left thinking this is what I deserved for allowing myself to trust someone. It was a couple mile walk back to where I was living. It was late and Chad had left me an emotional wreck. I wished he could have understood that what I needed was a friend or to be held. I was very attracted to him and had thoughts of having sex with him, but not at this point. Sex was now a job for me and I just couldn’t do it that easily with someone I did like. A car was driving up behind me and I tried not to give it any thought until a spotlight shined on me. “Great… A cop car. Just what I need tonight.” The officer turned off the light, got out of the car. “Son, what are you doing out so late?” I partly lied with some truth mixed in. “I was spending the night at a friend’s house, got in a fight with him. I decided to go home, so I’m walking.” “Do you have any weapons or drugs on you?” “No, sir.” “Face the car and put your hands on the hood.” I figured, “oh great. I’m going to get taken in.” “How old are you?” “Sixteen, sir.” He started patting me down and did a very thorough job spending much more time on my crotch and ass than he should have. He also went through some of the pockets on my backpack and found my stash of condoms and lube. After completing his search his hand remained in the middle of my back, keeping against the police car. “You have two options here. I can run you down to the station and we can try to call your probably nonexistent parents. Or you can find some way to convince me to just forget I saw you.” With my hands still on the hood of the car, I looked over my shoulder. “What does option two entailed.” Without saying a word, he undid my jeans and pulled them and my underwear down just below my ass. His hand pressed firmer on my back holding me in place on the hood. I could hear his zipper going down. He ran his dick up and down my crack. I begged him. “If you’re going to do it to at least put a condom on.” Before he could stop me, I pulled one out of my backpack along with some lube. He did roll the condom on, but didn’t accept the lube, opting to just use spit. Thankfully he wasn’t that large, but unfortunately he had no interest in being gentle. All he cared about was his own satisfaction. Since we were on a street, even though it was dark and very quiet, he didn’t want to take a lot of time. When he finished, he pulled off the rubber and forced me to my knees. “Make sure nothing gets on my uniform.” When I finished, he zipped up and smiled. “Happy Thanksgiving.” Soon he drove off into the night as thoughts of suicide returned with a vengeance.
  20. WolfM

    Chapter 2: Freak

    Another great chapter. You make David and Sammy very believable characters. Keep'em coming.
  21. WolfM

    Chapter 1: Emo

    Very cool first chapter. I'm looking forward to reading the rest. Great Job.
  22. All four are very good. Thief of Love can go to so many forms of stolen trust. Gone I can almost see the remains of a ghost town after the mine claimed all it could and was abandon. Keep up the great works Tim. Wolf
  23. WolfM

    Chapter 3

    Thanks Tim, as always. It's an acquired taste, isn't it.
  24. WolfM

    Chapter 3

    Thank you for the review. The reasoning of a 16yo mind that's had everything he knew and trusted obliterated are difficult at best to explain. Trust in everything becomes a question of self preservation to avoid placing any shred of trust that might remain into the wrong people.
  25. WolfM

    Chapter 3

    Thank you for the kind words and encouragement.
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