Three Wolf Brothers Chapter four: Three Brothers Two, Scene 3 By Evan Andrews ©2024
This is a not really a fan fiction, but...
"Three Wolf Brothers" is part of a larger cycle of stories related to my Hunters and Hunted series. This is not your typical werewolf story any more than Wolf Station was. This part deals with the Brothers adjusting to their new home in America. (The reason they left was hinted at in Wolf Station. There're issues coming to a head in Sydney which I've started in on but can't finish satisfactorily.) In fact, it's mostly a set up for the next set of stories which will look at the werewolves across America.
I apologize for all the mistakes I'm going to be making about porn shoots. All I know is from DVD bonuses.
As always, I had some faces in mind as I wrote these stories. The Brothers are played by the three Hemsworths: Luke, Chris, and Liam, because—damn it have you seen these men?! Other actors will be mentioned as they enter (and leave) the story. In this chapter we're adding porn star Jon King, king of power bottoms (IMHO—though Armond Rizzo comes withing a few points of rivalling him). This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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Rain was falling hard on the dark trees that lined this bloody country road. And on the lone man walking along.
Chris resolutely hiked down the road, soaked to the skin. Several times cars passed him by, but nobody would stop for the sodden young vagrant. (Chris was definitely out of sympathy with the scriptwriter.) Scanning the woods on either side, the Brother finally spied a dim light in the distance. He literally stumbled over the unpaved drive that led off the road and followed it up to a lone cabin.
Shivering with cold, Chris stumbled up to the door and knocked.
"What the..." A young man's voice answered his knock.
The door flew open, and Chris found himself facing a shotgun (unloaded) held by a humpy young guy wearing nothing but a pair of red plaid boxers.
Chris' jaw dropped, and he started to say, "Uh, I was hiking, and..."
But the young man cut him off and said, "Get inside out of the rain. It's not a fit night out for man nor beast."
The young hottie stepped back, and Chris stumbled into the warm cabin, closed the door behind himself, and stood, dripping, on the mat.
"Get out of those wet things. Now!" his inadvertent host ordered. "I'll toss them into the dryer while you get into something dry."
"Uh, everything else I have is soaked too."
"Then it can all go into the dryer. I'm sure I've got a pair of boxers somewhere that might fit you."
And he did. Chris didn't know why, I mean, it wasn't like the two of them were anywhere near the same size. But he wasn't complaining. After drying off and pulling on the white boxers (with blue pinstripes) Chris finally had the opportunity to take in his host.
He was younger than Chris, with a muscular body that sported a light coating of hair. His face was handsome, still slightly boyish, and he sported thick, dark brown hair, and one of those 70s porn stashes that were coming back into fashion.
"I'm John," the young man volunteered after he deemed they had enjoyed sufficient silent communion.
"Oh, uh, Chris. Sorry."
"Have you had dinner?"
"Uh..."
"Uh means no. I've got stew going. I'll get the bowls down. You get some spoons out of the drawer there."
There was no fuss and no fanfare to John's simple hospitality.
"So, what the hell are you doing in the woods in the rain?" John asked.
Chris told his host about how his brothers had decided to take separate ways to their next job after their sister's wedding, and John nodded.
"We're kind of handymen," Chris volunteered.
"It's obvious you aren't a woodsman. Otherwise you'd have checked the weather report. You're damned lucky I decided I needed a week to decompress in the woods. Otherwise you'd have been walking for hours yet. In the rain."
They threw the bowls in the sink and moved to the sofa in front of the fire where Chris' boots were now drying out. There, sprawled out, they talked about little things and nothings until the fire started to burn low.
Chris yawned finally.
"And that's the sign it's time to ZZZ off," John said. "I'm sorry I've only got the one bed."
He twisted and indicated a queen bed in the back corner. Chris took the opportunity to admire John's backside. The boy was hot--and that ass! Little Chris stood up and showed his appreciation.
"That's okay," Chris said quickly, pulling one of the sofa pillows into his lap to hide the hard-on. "I can sleep on the sofa here, or on the floor."
John might have been disappointed; it was hard to tell. Blankets and spare pillows were excavated from a big chest at the foot of the bed, and both men crawled under their own covers--alone.
"Good night," John said as he turned out the bedside light—leaving the dying fore as the only source of illumination.
Chris lay still on his back. His cock was still hard, and it was telling him in no uncertain terms that it wanted to be buried in either John's mouth or his tight ass.
`Yeah, like that's going to happen. Odds are John's straight—no matter how cool he is. And if I make a move on him, I'll find myself back out in the rain,' the hunk thought.
Chris waited until he was sure John must be asleep and fished his cock out of the fly of the borrowed boxers. Boxers John had never probably worn... but someone had... and that got Chris even hornier.
`Fuck,' he thought.
Chris imagined all the reasons a cute guy like John would have pairs of underwear that weren't his size. Then he wrapped a meaty fist around his pud and tarted stroking the engorged shaft. His other hand found his nutsack and pulled his balls tight. His right hand went from stroking to some serious meat bashing, and he let his head fall back, eyes closed, as he enjoyed the sensation.
It was the cough that pulled him back to reality.
Chris looked up suddenly in the direction of the cough--the bed, where he found John watching him jerk off. The young man was playing with his own dick as well.
The two stared at one another, putting on private shows until John smiled and said, "Get in this bed. Now!"
For a bottom, he was clearly comfortable giving orders.
Chris crawled onto the bed and crouch over Jon's chest. Tentatively he reached down behind him to wrap hand around John's curving shaft, pumping it while John did the same for him.
The blond Brother looked down into amused eyes of this new lover, and John looked up into Chris' startled blue eyes. Slowly, Chris bent in half, and they kissed.
"Mmmmm," John moaned. "Gimme that dick, man."
Chris crawled on his knees until he straddled John's chest. His fat cock waved in John's face, ready to be sucked.
"Fuck," Chris moaned as the young stud took his piece into his face-hole and started sucking.
Chris' head fell back, and John enjoyed the sight of his long body surrendering to the sex.
Eventually, John maneuvered the Brother into a 69. John still sucking Chris' delectable shaft, but Chris instead of blowing the boy rolled him up and started eating his ass open. John moved on to softly sucking his guest's balls while he kept pumping the Brother's length. Chris went into double time and added fingers to his opening of John's hole. (Chris had no illusion that the hot boy was a virgin.)
John finally slapped Chris on the ass and rolled him onto his back. Then John scrambled of the Brother's long body and impaled himself cowboy on Chris' fuck-pole. He stared down at the blond top and said, "Fuck me."
It was hard to tell if John expected the pounding he got and was just acting, of if he was genuinely taken aback by the intensity of Chris' butt-busting.
"Fuck," he moaned, and his face showed a surprised intensity. He might be a pro, but this fuck was clearly an unanticipated bonus.
After a few minutes, John rotate on Chris' shaft to ride him reverse cowboy for a while. Chris missed the sight of John's "You are so fucking me" face, but he only put up with this position until he could work the hot young slut onto all fours.
(Chris knew he was going off script, but Lee was still filming so the Brother continued using Jon's body as he saw fit.)
He pushed John flat onto his belly and in push-up position pounded the boy. John yipped as the hot cock knifed into him—a sound he'd never made before—but he couldn't help it. Chris' cock was become his whole world, and for a change he relinquished control to his top.
Chris eventually pulled the boy back up on all fours and fucked him doggie style for a bit. The he flipped John onto his back.
"You close?" Chris asked.
"So close!" John whined. "Just keep fucking me!"
Chris went back to hard fucking the boy missionary while Jon flogged his cock like a madman.
In took only minutes before John had the most epic orgasm he'd ever experienced.
"Fuck, Chris, I'm about to blow!" John said, and he did.
Chris had never seen a monkey blow shoot off such a load. Thick sperm flew through the air, splashing down and stippling John's chest and belly with sperm. But his top was only seconds behind him.
Chris whipped his cock out of John's hole a suddenly was kneeling alongside the boy's head.
"Look at me!" Chris barked, and as John complied the Brother jerked out his load onto John's face. The hot demanding (usually) bottom, basked in afterglow and stared past Chris' deflating cock to his face.
"I think I love you," John gasped.
"Of course you do," Chris smiled, and leaning down he licked his cum off the boy's face. He made sure to feed the boy ever single drop, and then he collapsed next to the king of all bottoms and pulled his back against his chest.
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"Cut! Print! That's it for today, boys and girls!"