A few days after Paul Lahote turned eighteen, he'd gotten a job at the only grocery store on the reservation. Making a few cents over minimum wage, he'd moved out of his dad's house, not because he didn't get along with his father, which was far from the truth, but because he'd wanted to feel like an adult. And so he could bring chicks home and plow them without his father's watchful eye, but mostly to feel like and adult.
He'd soon discovered, that with his job throughout the day and his pack duties at night, there wasn't much time for sex. He barely found time to go to a bar or club (that would let him in) let alone find a girl there, fool her about his age, and get her to assume home with him. Paul was a dick and he knew it, but he wasn't low enough to sleep with a girl in the bathroom of bar, that was only willing to do it because she was drunk and he was handsome.
Furthermore, even if he did find a willing and sober woman, he didn't have a car, because he ran everywhere in his wolf form, and couldn't afford one anyway. How would he get the girl to his home? Walk her miles back (because, other than a tiny bar where guys like his dad went to get drunk and scream at ball games, there were no bars on the reservation) in the almost always pouring rain? Very impressive.
So now, Paul Lahote was a young adult who lived alone in a one bedroom home, where he could masturbate without his father overhearing. His bedroom wasn't really a bedroom. It was the attic that sat over a tiny kitchen, living room, and bathroom. He ate quick meals out of a microwave and a toaster oven because he didn't have a stove yet. It was a small home, still a work in progress, but it was still just that. His own home, and he enjoyed it.
It was to this small home that Sam had dropped Paul off earlier that morning. Paul had called into work, displaying the best sick voice he could, and after fortunately obtaining the day off, with a promise to work late later, he had gone up to his small childhood bed and passed out. He hadn't been able to get any sleep on Sam's sofa because the sounds from Jared and Brady's sex had woke him last night.
They'd been loud. He honestly didn't understand how they hadn't woke anyone else up. For all he knew, maybe they had.
Paul had been totally freaked out. He'd had to lay there and listen to his pack brothers fuck in the floor behind the couch he was on! What had that been about?! Had the two of them been doing this all along and no one knew?
Paul had lain there, musing over whether or not he should announce himself. Should he tell Sam? Should he pretend like there wasn't so many things wrong with them doing that, pretend that they were just two drunk friends fucking and ask them to quiet down so he could sleep? He'd been so disgusted and confused.
He'd set up a soft, obviously faux snore, hoping they'd catch a hint. When they didn't, had just decided to pretend he'd witnessed nothing. When they congregated in the morning he did just that. It was a little hard to maintain his composure around Jared and Brady but he'd managed. When he'd got home, the troubling thoughts and memories of his brothers had kept him awake. But before long, his exhaustion had consumed him, and he'd gone down.
It was also to this same small home that Sam had sent Embry with a lie. Paul had been woken once again, this time by pounding on his door.
"Who the fuck is it?!" Paul screamed, angry to be woken again. He knew they could hear him. His voice was too loud and this place was too small for them not to.
"It's Embry!" the familiar voice trailed up the stairs. Paul got out of bed groaning. He'd been sleeping stark naked, simply because their bodies ran so hot and he was more comfortable that way. The shorts he'd been wearing were still soaked from where he'd rode in the rain on Sam's truck. He ignored them and stomped down the stairs, his dick flopping freely, yanking his front door open.
"Awe, man! Put on some shorts, dude!" Embry said indignantly.
"I was fucking sleep! Ain't nothing you haven't seen already. The fuck do you want?" Paul knew that he was being very rude, but he was pissed. Who was Embry to show up unannounced waking people?
"Come on man," Embry replied, trying not to get angry himself. "I just walked here in the rain to help you out, and this is how you treat your guest?
"The fuck are you talking about?"
"Wait." Paul's words were catching up in Embry's brain. "You were sleep?"
"I was sleeping good until you interrupted me!"
"Look," Embry said, peering over Paul shoulder's at the unblocked stairwell, confused and trying to hold onto his composure. "Sam sent me over here with something about you needing help after dropping your couch down your stairs."
"Well Sam's a fucking liar!"
"Okay, dude. Chill with the f bomb," Embry responded, his anger beginning to slip out. "Obviously he lied, I don't know- would you please put some shorts on?! It's weird talking to you like this!"
"Yeah, yeah." Paul turned and went back up the stairwell, leaving Embry in the doorway. He invited himself in and closed the door. Other than a small antenna'd television, (that sat on two stacked milk crates) the only thing in the solid white living room, was a shabby sofa. There were no curtains, only blinds.
Embry let himself into Paul's bathroom to release himself. There was no tub, just a small walk in shower with a glass door, a toilet a sink, and a medicine cabinet. The walls in there were solid white as well.
Though the house was small and a little ragged, it was surprisingly, considering it what Paul's, very clean, neat, and tidy.
How long did it take a guy to put on some shorts? Embry wouldn't be surprised if Paul had gone back to sleep. But Embry didn't know that the cloud was currently upstairs making its sixth and final appearance.
Embry climbed the stairs, sure that he was going to find a naked and passed out Paul. Paul was still naked, yes, but he was not asleep. He was lying in the bedding, clutching his abdomen, writhing in pain.
"Paul?!" Embry rushed into the room, not sure of what to do. "What's happening?!" Paul didn't respond. He twitched there, groaning, visibly restraining screams. "Paul, I don't know what to do!"
Embry was panicking. Should he call Sam? It was a good thing he'd lied to Embry because Paul might've wound up experiencing this alone.
"I'm gonna call Sam!"
"No," Paul grunted. "Wait." Embry wasn't sure what to do anyway, so he complied. Standing there, he watched with wide eyes Paul lying there on his back as his dick, the largest of all of theirs (he annoyingly bragged about it) slowly grew and grew until it was standing tall and solid.
Embry froze. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. What the fuck?! "Paul what's going on?" Embry looked up and caught Paul's eye. Paul was looking at him in a way that he shouldn't be looking at his pack brother, a way that no guy should be looking at another guy.
"I don't know what's going on," Paul responded in a rough tone. But that was a lie. Is this what had happened with Brady and Jared last night? Had one of them got this sudden urge to shove their dick into the nearest person?
"I don't know," Paul repeated, still panting as he caught his breath from the pain. He slowly crawled off the twin bed, and walked over to a still frozen and wide eyed Embry. He stepped so close to Embry that his erect cock almost touched him, "but I'm about to fuck you." He said it confidently. There would be no discussion.
If the look on Paul's face wasn't so serious, if the ambiance of the room was different, Embry would've laughed. He would've clutched his gut and laughed. Instead he remained frozen with fear and shock at how quickly things had turned. Wasn't Paul just writhing in the bed in pain less than a minute ago?
When Embry didn't move, Paul slowly reached forward and grabbed Embry's shorts buckle. This thawed Embry.
"Dude what are you doing?" He grabbed Paul's hands in his own and held them in place.
Paul stared into Embry's eyes. "I'm about to make you my bitch," Paul whispered, saying it a little slower this time, as if Embry hadn't understood him. He roughly shoved Embry into the wall and undid his peer's shorts and they fell at Embry's ankles.
Embry was surprised to find himself painfully hard when Paul grabbed his hips and pushed their erections together. What the fuck was going on? Why was he letting Paul turn him around and press him into the wall, letting Paul play with his ass cheeks? He planted his hands on the wall by his shoulders and turned his head, pressing his cheek into the wall as well.
"Mmm," Paul moaned, squeezing the sweet globes in his hands. He rubbed his thick dick in between the cheeks a few times, then spread them apart to look at the pretty pink hole. Why was Embry permitting this?! Why was he so achingly aroused?
Paul squatted down and spat on the exposed hole before him and Embry shivered. Paul wasn't going to let this make him question himself. Just the thought of a wet pussy set his blood on fire. No. He was definitely straight. He just desperately needed relief right now, and he didn't know why. His cock was so hard it hurt. Embry's ass was hairless like a chick's. From this position, Paul could easily pretend he was a girl.
After placing a hand in the middle of Embry's back, he pressed his palm in, keeping the boy's chest against the wall, and he pulled Embry's hips away from it, making the cute ass stick up and out.
He pulled those plump cheeks back apart again and pushed himself in, moaning as his dick slowly received the warm tight heat it was craving. After bottoming out, he squeezed the precious cheeks in his hands, and stayed there for a moment.
Paul may not have questioned himself, but when the fat dick slid inside him and he moaned (in pleasure?!), his eyes fluttering closed, Embry questioned himself. Why was he letting this happen?! Was he enjoying this?! Did he like the way Paul's long, thick shaft filled him?
From the soft somewhat effeminate moans he emitted after Paul set a slow pace, and pressed into Embry until their skin touched, yes. Yes, he did like it. He was enjoying letting his wolf brother take him against this wall. Especially when he periodically hit a strange tender spot that made Embry hold back a scream.
Paul's thrust were even and smooth. It was obvious that he'd done this before. Maybe it was because for some reason he felt like he hadn't had an orgasm in weeks, but so far, this was the best sex of Paul's life. And he'd fucked a number of different chicks. None of them were this good.
Paul slid his hands over and gripped Embry's waist. It was very slim and kind of… feminine and when Paul really thought about it he kind of liked that. He looked down at his massive dick sliding in and out of Embry's stretched hole and realized that he wasn't pretending this was a girl. He liked fucking Embry.
"Push back on me," he told Embry, and the other boy complied, pushing back to meet Paul's thrust half way. Doing that changed things, making Paul hit that spot inside of Embry with every stroke and-
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Embry couldn't help it. He didn't understand how but this felt amazing! Paul pushed Embry back flat into the wall and pressed himself up against Embry. He pushed himself in until his pelvis sat up against Embry's ass like a connecting puzzle piece and stayed buried inside. He then rolled his hips in a circle, pressed against Embry. He didn't know that that this movement made him apply constant stimulation to the sweet spot inside Embry. The boy let out a long chain of pleasurable screams.
"Take this dick Embry," Paul growled in his ear. "Take it, bitch." Paul could fell his release coming and had begun to get at little rougher. "You like being my bitch don't you?. Say it." He was pounding Embry now. "Say, 'I like being your bitch Paul'."
"Mmagod," Embry twitched against the wall. If Paul's stable weight were not behind him, his legs would probably give out. "Pound me, Paul. I'm your bitch. I'm your bitch and I love it. Ooh fuck..."
His hand never left wall. Paul's hands never left Embry's waist. Nothing ever touched Embry's dick, but after a few seconds of stimulating that spot, Embry was shooting his load on Paul's white wall, his ass clenching around Paul's dick, squeezing it even tighter making him-
"Oh! Oh! Fuck!" He trembled as he held clenched his ass cheeks together and pushed his hips forward trying to get himself so deep inside of Embry his dick would get lost in there. His release burst out of him and he pulled Embry back from the wall, wrapping his arms around the other boy's abdomen and resting his chin on his shoulder from behind him. Embry laid his arms across Paul's and they stood there panting as they came down from their post orgasm high. Had they really just done that together?
Yes. Yes they had.