Author's comments: This is my first attempt at writing a story. Being very poor at spelling, I used a combination of both MS Word and a voice recognition program called "Naturally Speaking" to compose this, thus the feeling of it being a story told around a campfire late at night.. I hope that some of you enjoy my efforts. Any and all comments would be greatly appreciated, also constructive criticism. I have many such tales in my mind and will continue to publish if given encouragement. My email address is ghosttracker89408@yahoo.com if you are inclined to write to me. Thank you for taking the time to read this tale.
Ghost
The Hour of the Wolf
Have you ever heard of "The Hour of the Wolf"? It's the hour between three and four in the morning when everyone is asleep. They say that if you are awake in the hour of the wolf you can never tell what may happen. This was an old story I was told when I was a kid, by an elderly Russian friend of my family and even though he pointed straight at me, I did not think much about it at the time. It was not until many years later that it came back to haunt me one night.
Because of my job I do a lot of driving late in the night. One night I was on my way back home. I knew it was very late but that was the time of the night I like to drive, when there are few others on the road. I was driving on a long stretch of highway that would take me three to four hours until I would reach the next town.
I'd been driving for about thirteen hours that day on a long run and I'd have to admit I do a lot of driving so I was used to it, but this night was not like any of the other nights I'd been on the road. There was a strange quiet on this night like no other. The wind was as still as a grave and the cold cut though you like a knife. The temperature had to be down in the low teens. You could see a layer of fog hanging just above the ground like the mist that rises from a pond in the middle of a cold winter morn.
I had not passed another car for hours. It was one of those nights when you start to think you are the only one alive and it sends a chill down the back of your spine like some one had just walked on your grave. Well, this was one of those nights.
I'd been driving so long that time had slipped by and if it had not been for the chime on my watch and the howl of a wolf, I would not have been aware of the time. So when it went off it aroused me from an almost hypnotic state. Now the radio was on, I don't remember what song was playing. I looked down at my watch and I was thinking about how I heard the howl of a wolf over the radio. It was three in the morning and I thought to myself how I still had around four hours until the next town.
When I looked up from my watch seeing what time it was, there he was standing on the side of the road. A guy out in the middle of nowhere on a night that would freeze a cup of steaming coffee in a matter of minutes. The lights of the car shining through the fog like mist just enough to make out the silhouette of a white tee shirt and dark blue jeans as I passed by. I could see he was trying to get a ride.
Now I know you're not supposed to pick up hitchhikers but I'd been stuck out on the road trying to get home too many times so I knew what it was like. On this night it was not a night to leave anyone out in the cold knowing the next town was still a good four hours down the road. I had no way of knowing how long this poor guy had been walking. The last stop was a good hour behind me. I'd driven this road enough to know there was no place ahead of us for hours.
So to be a good Samaritan, I stopped the truck right in the middle of the road just a little past were I had seen him and waited for him to get to the car to ask if he needed a ride to the next town. So as he came up to the door I reached over to unlock it for him. As he opened the door and the dome light came on, I was blinded for a moment.
It took me half a minute before I could see that he was a very handsome young man. He was about six feet tall and had hair as black as the night and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His body was like what you would see in a modeling ad. The tee shirt fit him like he was not even wearing one. You could see the outline of all his chest muscles as well as the shape of his nipples. His pants were as tight as a pair of leather gloves a size too small. He showed a basket that looked like he had a baseball in the front of his pants to the point I could hardly take my eyes off him as he sat down in the truck and closed the door.
As I started driving down the road I ask him how long had he been standing out there and how far down the road was he going. He just sat there looking out the window and said nothing for the longest time. At first I thought maybe he was just too cold to say anything but then he turned and looked at me and said, "Thanks for stopping". Then I said my name is Kevin, as I put my hand out, he reached over and said that his name was Volk as he shook my hand. As I was shaking his hand, I could not help but note that it was warmer than mine, as if he'd had it over a heater for a long time.
When I asked him how far he was going down the road, he said, "Just to the next town", as he looked out the window as though he was looking for something on the side of the road.
As we drove down the road for a while we just sat there saying nothing, listening to the radio, when he asked if I could stop for a minute so he could take a piss.
"Sure", I said and slowed down to stop the truck. We had only driven five or ten miles when I stopped. He opened the door and stepped out. I thought he was going to walk to the back of the truck, when he just turned and stopped. From the light in the truck I could see him undoing the buckle on his belt. Then one by one he undid the buttons on the 501 Levi's he was wearing. They fit him like a second skin. They were so tight I didn't know how he could get in to them.
Then he reached in and pulled out what was one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen. His cock had to be at least seven inches long and it was not even half-hard. I could see it was way more then a handful and the sweetest thing I'd seen for a long time. When out of the blue he said "thanks" as if he had read my mind and knew what I was thinking.
In the light I could see him start to piss. You could see the yellow stream flowing out of the sweet round head of his cock as the steam rose from it in the cold night air. I could hear the hot steaming liquid hitting the ground as it made a splashing sound on the black top of the highway.
As I sat there watching him, knowing he could not see that I was watching him, I still felt that he knew that I was looking at him the whole time.
I could feel my own dick getting hard in my pants at the sight of him pissing right there in front of me. And the thought of how I would love to just reach over and take his cock in my mouth and suck all of that piss right out of it.
As he finished he shook it four or five times then stroked it back and forth two or three minutes. Then slowly he tucked it back into his Levi's. I could see why it looked like he had a baseball in there for it took a good minute for him to get it back into his pants, then to button them back up. But when he got to the top button, he stopped, leaving the top button undone. He did not re-buckle his belt. He turned and sat back down in the truck and closed the door.
"Damn that felt good. I don't think I could have gone much farther or I would have pissed my pants. Thanks for stopping for me".
I was sitting there as hard as a piece of wood. Now that he was all done I had to take a piss. I knew it would not be easy since I was as hard as rock, but I could not wait for it to go down. So I said to Volk it would be one minute more as I had to go piss too. He just sat there and said "no problem". I got out of the truck and did just as he did and turned, undid the button on my pants and zipped down the zipper. It was not hard to get my dick out as it was still hard and sticking straight up in my pants when I unzipped the zipper it just fell right out pointing almost straight up. It made it hard to piss and took me some time to get started but when I got started it shot up and out like a rainbow three or four feet in the air and damn, it felt so good.
While I was pissing I could hear Volk moving around in the truck. Then he said, "Damn that looks so good", and reached out and grabbed me by the waist and spun me around and took my dick in his mouth and started drinking the piss right out of it. But I could not stop it felt so good I just kept going till there was nothing left. That did not stop him from starting to just suck on my hard dick. Slowly at first up and down a little at a time then more deeply and faster. It felt like he was wrapping his tongue all the way around the head of my dick every time he would go down on it like nothing I had ever felt before in my life. Faster and faster he sucked on my dick until he was going up and down on it like the bars on the wheels of an old fashion locomotive going back and forth at top speed.
Every time he would rise up to the head of my dick it felt as though he was going to suck it right off. And the way he would wrap his tongue around my dick every time he went down on it was driving me crazy, to the point no matter how hard I tried to keep from cumming I just could not stop myself.
I shot a load and a half in his mouth and every time I shot my load he would suck it up until he had sucked every drop he could out of the head of my dick. Like he was just waiting for more to come out, as if that was not enough. As he tried to get more out of it, he made it very hard not to cum again. The way he was sucking on my dick did make me cum a second time in nothing flat. I was letting go with another load and damn I just could not stop. It just kept coming and coming like nothing it had before. It felt like it had never felt in my life. My legs went weak and it was all I could do to stay on my feet and not drop to my knees, as I hung on to the rack of the truck to keep on my feet.
Then I heard Volk say, "Damn, that was so sweet, but now it's my turn". Then he grabbed me and pulled me into the truck and laid me over the back of the seat. Grabbing my pants around the waist, he pulled them down to my knees.
Putting one hand on each side of my butt cheeks he spread them apart and stuck his tongue between them and started to lick my hole in a way I'd never felt before. To the point he was sending chills up my back. Then he just drove his tongue right into my asshole so deep I could feel it way inside of me and I just went nuts from the sensation as he pushed it in farther and farther.
Then he stopped and pulled his tongue out, climbed up on top of me and I could feel him stick his cock up my asshole. I could feel the head of his cock up next to my hole, when he shoved it in so hard. It stretched my asshole so wide as he drove his cock deep inside of me.
It hurt so bad but felt so good I found myself pushing back against him just to get as much of his cock inside of me as I could. But at first it did not feel as big as I thought it was. Boy was I ever wrong as he started to slide his cock in and out of me I could feel it growing inside of me with every stroke he took. Bigger and bigger his cock grew inside of me to the point it was making my dick so hard again that it slid in between the crack of the two seats of the truck, ripping and tearing my dick as it slid back and forth between them. But yet the intense sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me was driving me crazy. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. Thus the rubbing of my dick sliding between the two seats and the sensation of his cock driving inside me was about to make me explode into pure ecstasy. The intense sensation was too much for me to handle. I exploded sending streams of hot cum flying all over. With each blast of cum I could feel my ass tighten around his cock. And with each time my ass tightened I could feel his cock expanding, exploding inside of me at the same time as I was cumming, so was he with large hot loads of his steaming seed pumping inside of me. With every explosion and every thrust of his cock it sent shivers down my spine like never before. The intense experience in the heat of passion left sweat running off my face.
When all was done and he slid off me, it was all I could do to slide back down into the seat. I sat there in a daze, a fog as if part of the mist rising up off the road into the night. I don't know how long I sat there but it was as if you could hear the desert come alive with the sounds of the night.
It wasn't until the chime of my watch, and the howling of a wolf off in the distance aroused me. As I looked over to see what Volk was doing, to my surprise I found that he was not even there. It was as if he had never been there. There was not one sign, and even the door was still locked.
As I rose from the misty haze and the half-asleep state that I was in, I could see the lights of a town just barely off in the distance. It was the next town that I was to go through, but it was still at least three hours down the road from where we had stopped. But yet only one hour had gone by, so even if I was driving the whole time I still would have had at least two hours of driving before I came to this town.
And what of Volk, was he all in my imagination? Had I been driving too long? Did the road hypnotize me after driving for so long in one day?
This I cannot say, for if it was real or if it was just my imagination and all in my mind, it is something I will never forget. It is one of those haunting memories that will be forever stuck in the back of my mind.
As I started the truck and pulled back onto the road all I could think of, or remember at the time, was hearing the voice of my Old Russian friend, warning me about the hour of the wolf. How he pointed straight at me, when he said beware of the wolf for you may never know when he will come scratching at your door.
How I got so far down the road when I had not even been driving, how it was still way too early in the morning for me to be so close to the next town, I will never be able to figure out.
So, take heed from a stranger who travels in the hour of the wolf, please beware. For in the hour of the wolf one may never know who or what may cross your path. In that wee hour in the middle of the night, when time seems to stand still, beware of the howling of the wolf. For you may never know, if it was real, or if it was all just a strange dream in the middle of the mist rising from the road.